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About one of my newest projects
Title: Jonas Corbin’s Guide to Life
Jonas Corbin’s sophomore year of high school is getting off to a good start - he’s been assigned the locker next to his childhood friend and long-time crush Kiera Bernhardt in the same year that Kiera’s rather intimidating older brother has gone off to college, giving him the perfect opportunity to confess his feelings. However, will he be able to talk to Kiera without choking? And why is their mutual friend Chloe suddenly being so harsh towards him? Tells the story of Jonas’ sophomore, junior, and senior years at Foxwood High School in New Hampshire.
Other things:
Lots of esoteric references, mostly to anime and JRPGs.
Some degree of fourth-wall awareness, but not to ridiculous levels.
Teen characters are treated with respect.
Despite being named after a specific character, has an ensemble cast. Jonas is the narrator, though.
Everyone is ****ed-up to some degree, just like in real life.
At the same time, no one is purely good or bad. Again, just like in real life.
Some supernatural elements, although most, if not all, of them would be Maybe Magic, Maybe Mundane.
Musical numbers, not necessarily in every episode, but a decent number.
Starts out fairly lighthearted and gradually becomes darker throughout, possibly even with some deaths, but never loses its humorous side and ends on a hopeful note.
No one is beyond redemption, but not everyone accepts it.
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TV TROPES THAT APPLY TO THE SETTING AND CHARACTERS
Jonas Corbin:
Accidental Injury Guilt: He still feels guilt over indirectly breaking Kiera's arm seven years ago.
Ambiguously Bi: Despite his crush on Kiera being a major factor in his life, he's also implied to be attracted to his best friend Brad.
Brilliant, but Lazy
Captain Oblivious: Oblivious to both Chloe's and Mia's feelings for him. However, it's slightly implied that he may be faking it to avoid breaking the heart of one of his best friends or his other best friend's little sister.
Character Narrator
Childhood Friend Romance: With Kiera - they've known each other since they were kids, and he's had romantic feelings for her since they were in seventh grade.
Clueless Chick Magnet: Especially in the later seasons.
Deadpan Snarker
Determinator: Despite his lazy tendencies, he can be surprisingly persistent if there’s something he really wants.
First-Person Smartass
Friendly Enemy: He has this kind of relationship with Principal Mazlish.
Fun Size: The shortest boy in the core six, and a pretty fun guy.
Guile Hero
Hidden Depths: He's a gifted writer, and is implied to become a professional novelist in the future.
High School Hustler
Inferiority Superiority Complex: His Small Name, Big Ego tendencies are implied to be a way of coping with his insecurities.
Jerk with a Heart of Gold
Kindhearted Cat Lover: He may not be especially kindhearted, but he does dote on his cat Leo.
Knight in Sour Armor: Despite generally feeling that it won't make any difference in the grand scheme of things, he will still always do the right thing when it comes down to it.
Nervous Tics: Cracks his knuckles when he's worried and isn't able to chew gum for whatever reason.
Not a Morning Person
Obfuscating Stupidity
Obliviously Beautiful: A rare male example, especially later in the series.
Occidental Otaku: Although it’s never made clear whether he has a genuine interest in anime or just joined the anime club to be close to Kiera and became the mask.
Oral Fixation: He's often seen chewing gum, with ginger being his favorite flavor. It's implied that he does it as a way of coping with anxiety.
Rebellious Spirit
Sad Clown: Has a lot of insecurities, mostly related to his parents’ divorce and his crush on Kiera, which he covers up with his class-clown persona.
Screams Like a Little Girl
Second-Year Protagonist
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Sensitive guy to Brad's manly man.
Small Name, Big Ego: Can be pretty boastful and cocky sometimes.
The Cynic: Not to the degree of some other characters, but he has his moments.
The Leader
The Slacker: At least before he starts trying to improve himself.
Tough Leader Façade: On the surface, he acts like a fun, charismatic guy who comes up with cool plans to mess with harsh authority figures and not get caught. However, under his cool façade he's deeply insecure about his parent's divorce and his crush on his childhood friend Kiera.
Brad Thompson:
Academic Athlete
Deadpan Snarker
Farm Boy
Gentle Giant: The tallest of the core six, and also one of the nicer ones.
Lovable Jock
One Head Taller: He stands exactly six inches taller than his girlfriend Caitlyn.
Only Sane Man: Sometimes shares this role with Nate and Kiera.
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Manly man to Jonas' sensitive guy.
Shout-Out: His favorite chicken is named Catherine as a reference to Robotrek and Terranigma.
The Lancer
The Reliable One
Why Did It Have to Be Spiders?
Chloe Seaver:
Bifauxnen
Bifauxnen and Lad-ette: Bifauxnen to her rival and eventual girlfriend Mia’s Lad-ette.
Big Eater
Boyish Short Hair
Brilliant, but Lazy: Although she's not as lazy as Jonas, she still doesn't apply herself in school despite having intelligence at least on par with her Academic Athlete brother Mark.
Bruiser with a Soft Center
Competition Freak
Cross Player: Plays a male dwarf barbarian in the RPG Episode.
Cute Bruiser
Deadpan Snarker
Jerk with a Heart of Gold
Lady Swears-a-Lot: The only one of the core six to swear regularly. It's implied that she picked it up from her brother Mark.
Lovable Jock
Occidental Otaku
Passionate Sports Girl
Pets as a Present: She was given her pet hedgehog Frodo as a fourteenth birthday present.
Pint-Sized Powerhouse: The shortest and arguably the strongest of the core six.
Shorttank
Super Drowning Skills: Despite being incredibly fit and athletic, she can't swim.
Sweet Tooth
The Big Guy
The Napoleon: Physically the smallest of the core six, but also the most aggressive.
The Rival: She is the rival of Mia for Jonas' attention, at least initially.
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Tomboy to both Kiera's and Alicia's girly girls.
Tomboy with a Girly Streak: Although she is very much a tomboy, she also took flower-arranging classes at one point and actually enjoyed them.
Tsundere: Towards Jonas.
Kiera Bernhardt:
Academic Athlete
All Girls Want Bad Boys: She's attracted to Connor Urquhart during the first two seasons, although it's somewhat downplayed by the fact that she's not drawn to him because he's a bad boy, but because she can see a glimmer of goodness within him.
Big Brother Attraction: Notice all the tropes that her brother Adrian and her crush Connor have in common. This is not a coincidence.
Bookworm: Although not to the degree of her brother, she does enjoy reading, especially the works of Tamora Pierce.
Brainy Brunette
Camera Fiend: While she isn't as passionate about photography as Courtney, she does still have an interest in it, and she and Courtney eventually bond over their shared interest.
Childhood Friend Romance: With Jonas.
Class Princess
Cool Big Sis: Eventually becomes this for Courtney.
Deadpan Snarker: Not as much as some other characters, but she does have her moments.
Deuteragonist: Although the story centers around Jonas, it's just as much about Kiera learning to break free of her dysfunctional family.
Dude Magnet
Even The Girls Want Her: Morgan is attracted to her, and it's implied that Chloe may be, too.
Gamer Chick: To the point where Jonas describes her as "the perfect blend of gamer girlfriend and Goth girlfriend".
Gentlewoman Snarker: She comes from a wealthy family, and can snark with the best of them.
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: Generally very feminine, but is also a passionate lacrosse player and skier.
Heavy Sleeper
Kindhearted Cat Lover: Her family has three cats, and she loves them all, especially the youngest, Lilith.
Ms. Vice Girl: Arguably the nicest of the core six, but takes great pride in her good looks and athletic accomplishments.
My Nayme Is: Her name is spelled Kiera, not the more-common Keira or Kira. Getting it wrong is one of the few ways to get her mad.
Occidental Otaku
Only Sane Woman: Shares this role with Nate and occasionally Brad.
Passionate Sports Girl
Proud Beauty
Silk Hiding Steel
Spoiled Sweet
Team Mom
The Heart
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Zig-zagged. She's the girly girl to Chloe's tomboy, and the tomboy to Alicia's girly girl.
Trademark Favorite Food: Buffalo wings.
Unaffected by Spice: A downplayed example, but she loves spicy food, especially buffalo wings.
Uptown Girl: Coming from a wealthier family, she counts as this for Jonas.
Why Did It Have to Be Snakes?: She's afraid of heights due to taking a nasty fall while climbing trees with Jonas when they were eight years old.
Nate Kellerman:
Adorkable
Bespectacled Cutie: A rare male example.
Bookworm: The most well-read of the core six.
Brainy Brunet
Character Tics: Ties his hair back when he's thinking hard.
Deadpan Snarker
Genius Sweet Tooth
Hidden Depths: Despite his generally cowardly nature, he loves horror movies.
Jewish and Nerdy
Lovable Coward
Neat Freak
Nice Jewish Boy
Only Sane Man: Shares this role with Kiera and sometimes Brad.
Proud to Be a Geek
Smart People Wear Glasses: Wears glasses, and is the smartest of the core six.
Teen Genius
The Smart Guy
“Well Done, Son” Guy
Alicia Ramsey:
Animal Lover
Apologizes a Lot
Cloudcuckoolander: Has her moments of this.
Consistent Clothing Style: Always wears an unbuttoned cardigan, but the color and pattern varies.
Covert Pervert
Cute Clumsy Girl
D-Cup Distress: She hates having large breasts, both because of the attention they attract and because she had to give up on her dream of becoming a professional gymnast because of them.
Daddy’s Girl
Expy: Pretty much a human version of Fluttershy.
Genius Ditz: Despite her Cloudcuckoolander tendencies, she knows a lot about animals and nature in general, and is a talented pianist and budding composer - self-taught, to boot!
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: The most feminine of the core six, but is also an Outdoorsy Gal with an interest in insects.
Granola Girl
Hiding Behind Your Bangs: Of the “shy” type.
Huge Schoolgirl
Missing Mom: Her mother died when she was three.
Obliviously Beautiful
Outdoorsy Gal: A rare girly-girl example.
Shrinking Violet
Signature Instrument: A self-taught pianist, but prefers the electric keyboard.
Sixth Ranger: Although she joins the group in the first episode, she still qualifies.
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Girly girl to both Chloe and Kiera's tomboys.
Mark Seaver:
Academic Athlete
Aloof Ally: Not the friendliest person, but is willing to help out when needed.
Ambiguously Bi: Easily the biggest womanizer in the cast, but he and his best friend Connor are depicted as closer than most best friends usually are.
Big Brother Bully
Big Brother Instinct: Despite his Big Brother Bully tendencies, he is fiercely protective of his younger siblings and would do anything for them.
Big Brother Mentor: Sometimes fulfills this role to the core six, especially Chloe since he actually is her big brother.
Big Eater
Bully Turned Buddy / Friendly Enemy: To the core six.
Chivalrous Pervert
Embarrassing Middle Name: His middle name is Read, which makes his initials M.R.S., or Mrs. Fortunately for him, the only ones to know it are his younger siblings and his best friend Connor.
Handsome Lech
Hidden Depths: He loves tabletop RPGs, especially Wayfarer.
Incompatible Orientation: Has a crush on Lesbian Jock Lauren Reinholt.
Jerk Jock with a Heart of Gold
Occidental Otaku: Although he doesn’t like to admit it.
Real Men Wear Pink: Generally very masculine, but has a taste for shoujo anime.
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Manly man to Connor's sensitive guy.
Signature Instrument: Drums.
Connor Urquhart:
Aloof Big Brother: At his best.
Big Brother Bully: At his worst… although see Cruel to Be Kind, below.
Animal Motifs: Crows. He dresses in black, is both clever and creepy, and has managed to befriend a local murder of crows by feeding them.
Berserk Button: Do not call him Connie.
Big Brother Instinct: In his words, “If anyone other than me were to **** with Morgan, I would have no choice but to murder them.”
Cold Ham
Cruel to Be Kind: Part of why he pushes Morgan away is to protect her from his incestuous desires.
Dark Is Not Evil: Despite his Gothic appearance and grim nature, he is, at his very worst, a Jerkass with a Hidden Heart of Gold.
Deadpan Snarker
Embarrassing Nickname: See Berserk Button, above.
Goth
Hidden Depths: Poetry editor for the school’s literary magazine.
Iconic Item: His black trench coat.
Icy Blue Eyes
Jerk with a Heart of Gold
Lean and Mean
Long-Haired Pretty Boy
Masculine Girl, Feminine Boy: Feminine boy to Morgan’s masculine girl.
Must Have Caffeine: His favorite drink is black coffee, which he can't wake up without.
Nonconformist Dyed Hair: A natural blond who dyes his hair black with cobalt blue streaks to match his Goth aesthetic.
Not a Morning Person
Perpetual Frowner
Pet the Dog: Once walked an injured Courtney to the nurse's office for reasons unclear even to him.
Pyromaniac: Slightly implied in the first holiday special, in which he’s shown smiling serenely as he stares into a fire.
Reformed, but Not Tamed: After his suicide attempt, he starts showing his heart of gold a bit more, but retains his gloomy, snarky attitude.
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Sensitive guy to Mark's manly man… if you can really call him "sensitive," that is.
Shout-Out: With a dash of Expy. He’s named after and very loosely based on Connor Murphy from Dear Evan Hansen.
Signature Instrument: Bass guitar.
Significant Birth Date: Born on Walpurgisnacht, referencing his rather morbid attitude.
Sitcom Archnemesis: At least, that's how Chloe sees him. Connor is fully aware that she doesn't like him, but just doesn't care… or at least, that's what he claims.
Sugar-and-Ice Personality: A lot more ice than sugar, with his warmer side showing itself mostly around Mark, Christi, and sometimes Morgan.
The Cynic
The Snark Knight
The Stoner: Much like his namesake.
Troubled Teen
Used to Be a Sweet Kid
Morgan Urquhart:
Afraid of Clowns
Beware the Nice Ones / Bully Hunter: See Little Sister Instinct, below.
Consistent Clothing Style: Generally wears cool pastel colors to set off her strawberry-blonde hair.
Flower Motifs: Roses. Her middle name is Rose, which also happens to be her favorite flower.
Gamer Chick: Most notably, she holds the high score on the Lethal Enforcers machine at the local arcade.
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: Generally a straight-up girly-girl, but is also the starting goalie on the girls' JV lacrosse team.
Iconic Item: Her Celtic knot necklace, a gift from Connor on her thirteenth birthday.
Incompatible Orientation: Has a crush on her heterosexual best friend Sarah Reinholt.
Jerkass to One: Connor. Justified in that he's usually a jerkass to her first.
Lipstick Lesbian: Although technically, she’s a bisexual homoromantic.
Little Sister Instinct: Was once suspended for giving Nick Murphy a swift kick in the babymakers because he was harassing her brother.
Masculine Girl, Feminine Boy: Masculine girl to Connor’s feminine boy.
Once Done, Never Forgotten: Kicking Nick in the balls.
Signature Instrument: Clarinet.
Straight Gay
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Tomboy to her best friend Sarah's girly girl, and girly girl to her eventual girlfriend Lydia's tomboy.
Trademark Favorite Food: Peaches.
Sarah Reinholt:
Closet Key: She's the first girl Morgan was ever attracted to. Unfortunately, she's straight.
Dancing Royalty
Drama Queen: Has her moments of this.
Hair of Gold, Heart of Gold: She has sandy blonde hair and is one of the nicer and more innocent characters in the series.
Kindhearted Cat Lover: Loves cats, especially her own cat Pekoe.
Large Ham: She can be this sometimes, especially during her Drama Queen moments.
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Girly girl to both her best friend Morgan and her sister Lauren's tomboys.
Lauren Reinholt:
Lesbian Jock
Occidental Otaku
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Tomboy to her sister Sarah's girly girl.
Tomboy with a Girly Streak
Jessica Beaumont:
Friendly Address Privileges: A borderline case. She doesn't mind when most people call her "Jess" or "Jessie," with the exception of her older brother Joel, who she doesn't get along with.
Light Feminine and Dark Feminine: Light to Nina's Dark.
Lovable Alpha Bitch
Middle Child Syndrome: She’s the middle child of three siblings, which is why she seeks attention through cheerleading.
Stuck in Their Shadow: Sometimes feels this way, considering that her older brother is an Ivy League scholar and her younger sister is a borderline juvenile delinquent.
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Girly girl to her sister Jadyn's tomboy.
Thom Anderson:
Berserk Button: Do not call him Thomas or Tommy.
Bookworm: As would be expected from the editor-in-chief of the school's literary magazine, he's a voracious reader.
Disappointing Older Sibling: At least, that’s how his sister Courtney sees him when compared to their handsome and athletic stepbrother Kyle.
Embarrassing Nickname: Inverted. He insists on going by Thom rather than his full name, Thomas.
Hates Their Parent: His biological father, for walking out on the family eleven years ago.
My Nayme Is: He's very insistent on his name being spelled with a silent H.
Occidental Otaku
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Sensitive guy to Kyle's manly man.
Kyle Levy:
Academic Athlete
Big Little Brother: He's two months younger and an inch taller than his stepbrother Thom.
Hidden Heart of Gold: It takes his friendship with Courtney, and eventually Thom, to bring it out, but he does have one.
Jerk Jock
Long-Haired Pretty Boy
One Head Taller: He's a little over six feet tall, whereas his girlfriend Nina is 5'7".
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Manly man to Thom's sensitive guy.
The Ace
Troubled Teen
Courtney Anderson:
Big Brother Attraction: Or, more accurately, Big Stepbrother Attraction.
Camera Fiend: Has a passion for photography, which eventually leads to her forming a close bond with Kiera. Of note is the fact that Courtney uses film while Kiera is primarily digital.
Lascivious Beauty Mark: Has a beauty mark under her right eye, and is probably the most flirtatious character in the series.
Replacement Goldfish: Kyle sees her as a substitute for his deceased biological sister Kendra.
Third-Party Peacekeeper: Sometimes fills this role for Thom and Kyle when she's not playing them against each other for her own amusement.
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Girly girl to her best friend Jadyn's tomboy.
Nick Murphy:
Dumb Jock
Jerk Jock
Malicious Misnaming: Almost always calls Jonas "Jon-ass".
Morality Pet: Despite his general Jerkass tendencies, he is protective of his brother Jared and his cousin Caitlyn.
The Bully
Jared Murphy:
Book Dumb: While he's smarter than his brother, he still doesn't do well academically.
Hair-Trigger Temper
Hidden Depths: Has a taste for musical theater and is a member of the drama club.
Jerk Jock
Large Ham: As a hot-headed theatre kid, it’s pretty much a given.
Morality Pet: Like Nick, he’s very protective of his cousin Caitlyn.
Signature Instrument: Electric guitar.
The Bully
Zane Kessler:
Big Brother Instinct: Despite his general aloofness towards his little sister Jasmine, he's still protective of her.
Big Ego, Hidden Depths: Despite his Small Name, Big Ego tendencies, he does have a genuine passion for anime, which is why he was appointed club president in the first place.
Occidental Otaku: President and co-founder of Foxwood High's anime club.
Small Name, Big Ego: He can be pretty full of himself at times, considering that he's just the president of a high-school anime club.
Jasmine Kessler:
Berserk Button: Ginger jokes.
Embarrassing Nickname: Jazz. The only ones allowed to call her that are her older brother Zane and her best friend Mia.
Fiery Redhead
Genki Girl
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: A very feminine girl who also plays on the school's JV basketball team.
Quirky Curls
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Girly girl to her best friend Mia's tomboy.
Nina Chapman:
Beta Bitch
Expy: Of Miranda Killgallen. She's a dark-skinned Beta Bitch who is the daughter of a police officer, and is often a corrupting influence on her Lovable Alpha Bitch best friend.
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: While she's very much a Girly Girl, she also takes a shop class.
Light Feminine and Dark Feminine: Dark to Jessica's Light.
Odd Name Out: The only member of Jessica's Girl Posse not named after a fictional cheerleader.
The Starscream: Despite being Jessica's best friend, she secretly wants to usurp her position as Alpha Bitch.
Toxic Friend Influence: Typically the one to push Jessica towards more jerkish behavior.
Ashley Cournane:
Hidden Depths: A member of the Gay-Straight Alliance.
Pom-Pom Girl: The most enthusiastic member of the cheer squad.
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Girly girl to her best friend Christi's tomboy.
Malcolm Stone:
Academic Athlete
Bald Head of Toughness: Although if you ask him, it's a shaved head of toughness.
Genius Bruiser
Gentle Giant
The Stoic
Mia Thompson:
Abhorrent Admirer: Although she's better-looking than most examples of this trope, Jonas is still repelled by her unpleasant personality.
Bifauxnen and Lad-ette: Lad-ette to her rival and eventual girlfriend Chloe’s Bifauxnen.
Bi-Wildered: Her reaction when she realizes she's attracted to Chloe… although it's never made clear whether it's more of a reaction to being attracted to girls in general, or to Chloe in particular.
Consistent Clothing Style: Usually wears overalls over a T-shirt, although the color and pattern of the shirt varies.
Farm Girl
Hidden Heart of Gold
Jerkass
Kiddy Coveralls: She's older than most examples, but she is a tomboyish farm girl who usually wears overalls.
Stalker with a Crush: On Jonas.
The Gadfly: Towards pretty much everyone, but especially likes provoking Jonas and Brad.
The Rival: To Chloe.
Tomboy
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Tomboy to her best friend Jasmine's girly girl.
Wasted Beauty: Acknowledged as very attractive, but it's marred by her Jerkass tendencies.
Lydia Renfrew:
Brilliant, but Lazy
Cool Big Sis: To Shea. Eventually becomes a Cool Big Stepsister to Jonas after her father marries his mother.
Lovable Jock
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Tomboy to her eventual girlfriend Morgan's girly girl.
Trademark Favorite Food: Spaghetti.
Unkempt Beauty
Katrina Rockwell:
Hidden Depths: Enjoys baking.
Huge Guy, Tiny Girl: Tiny Girl to Peter's Huge Guy.
I Have Brothers: Her tomboyish nature probably stems from having three brothers, one older and two younger.
"L" Is for "Dyslexia": She's implied, and later confirmed, to be dyslexic.
Lovable Jock
Passionate Sports Girl
Resentful Outnumbered Sibling: Doesn't like being the only girl in her family.
Tomboy with a Girly Streak
Tomboyish Ponytail
Peter Gardner:
Academic Athlete
Big Brother Instinct: Despite sometimes being a Big Brother Bully to Colin and Emily, he does care about them.
Hidden Depths: Plays cello in the school band.
Huge Guy, Tiny Girl: Huge Guy to Katrina's Tiny Girl.
Jerk Jock with a Heart of Gold
Signature Instrument: Cello, as mentioned above.
Colin Gardner:
Hidden Depths: While he's not as smart as his brother, he is a skilled chess player, able to hold his own against Academic Athlete Aisha Cummings.
Incompatible Orientation: Has a crush on Morgan Urquhart, who is mostly lesbian.
Lovable Jock: He's about as athletic as his Jerk Jock brother, and also a lot nicer.
Jadyn Beaumont:
Expy: Originally envisioned as an older, female Bart Simpson who's the youngest of three siblings instead of the oldest.
Iconic Item: Her knit cap.
Stuck in Their Shadow: Part of why she acts out is because she feels overshadowed by her older siblings.
Tagalong Kid: Younger than the rest of Mark's gang, who she only hangs out with because she idolizes Lauren Reinholt.
The Prankster
The Slacker: A rare female example.
Tomboy
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Tomboy to both her best friend Courtney and her sister Jessica.
Josh Reilly:
Mad Libs Catchphrase: "Chicks dig [physical/personality trait or occupation]."
School Newspaper Newshound
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Manly Man to Robbie's Sensitive Guy.
Robbie Wolfe:
Ambiguously Gay: Implied to be attracted to his best friend Josh.
Lonely Rich Kid
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Sensitive Guy to Josh's Manly Man.
Drake Levine:
Academic Athlete
Aloof Big Brother: He's something like this to his sister Shana, who loves him anyway.
Big Man on Campus
Extracurricular Enthusiast
KidAnova: A teenaged version.
Lovable Jock
Sexy Sax Man
Signature Instrument: Saxophone.
The Ace: Smart, good-looking, athletic, and a damn good sax player.
Christi Wong:
Deadpan Snarker
Freaky Fashion, Mild Mind
Nonconformist Dyed Hair: She has a purple streak in her bangs.
Perky Goth
Signature Instrument: Electric guitar.
The Anti-Nihilist
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Tomboy to her best friend Ashley's girly girl.
Aisha Cummings:
Academic Athlete: Good at both basketball and chess.
Caitlyn Larouche:
Disappeared Dad: Her father was lost at sea two years before the events of the series.
Shana Levine:
Attention Whore: Due to her older brother's status as The Ace, she'll do almost anything for people to notice that she exists.
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: Despite being very feminine for the most part, she has short hair and is very athletic and good at science.
Hidden Depths: A fashion-loving cheerleader who also happens to be a science whiz.
Stuck in Their Shadow: She feels overshadowed by her brother Drake, which is the main cause of her Attention Whore tendencies.
Successful Sibling Syndrome: She generally feels inferior to her older brother Drake, who she sees as good at everything.
The Fashionista
Lisa Wong:
Bespectacled Cutie
Big Sister Attraction
Shrinking Violet
Signature Instrument: Violin.
Dan Therrian:
Extraverted Nerd
Forgettable Character
Hidden Depths: Takes karate lessons, and is pretty good at it, too.
Keet
Martial Pacifist
Older Than They Look: He's a high-school student, but has been mistaken for a middle-school student at least once.
Rachel Mizrahi:
Genki Girl
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: The most feminine member of Katrina's group, but is also the starting small foward on the girls' basketball team.
Informed Judaism: She has a Sephardic surname, and Nate mentions knowing her from temple at one point, but it doesn't really come up much.
The Fashionista
Logan Taggart:
Brilliant, but Lazy
Cuteness Proximity: As hard as he tries to maintain his cool façade, he will absolutely melt at the sight of cute animals, especially cats and ferrets.
Defrosting Ice King
Hair-Trigger Temper
Kindhearted Cat Lover: Not quite as "kindhearted" as other examples of this trope, but he does like cats.
Long-Haired Pretty Boy
Occidental Otaku
Perma-Stubble
Successful Sibling Syndrome: He feels inadequate when compared to his younger siblings, who are generally better than him academically and socially.
The Cynic
The Hedonist
The Paranoiac
The Quiet One
Judd Taggart:
Freaky Fashion, Mild Mind
Nonconformist Dyed Hair: Dyes his hair blue.
Odd Name Out: The only Taggart sibling without a five-letter name.
Hannah Brooks:
Berserk Button: Infidelity in relationships, due to her parents getting divorced when she was young for this reason. This is why she eventually dumps Mark.
Cool Big Sis: Despite her hatred of her stepmother and mixed feelings toward her father, she still loves her younger half-siblings Preston and Renee.
Former Friend of Alpha Bitch: She and Jessica were best friends until Jessica moved to the other side of town and they started to grow apart.
Lovable Jock
Passionate Sports Girl
Tomboy with a Girly Streak: Generally very tomboyish, but has pink hair tips. Pink is also her favorite color.
Maddie Burke:
Academic Athlete: An excellent student, and is also on the tennis and alpine skiing teams.
Bookworm
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak
Smart People Wear Glasses: Although she only wears them when reading.
Alexis Ryder:
Book Dumb: She's not stupid by any means, but isn't very academic.
Toxic Friend Influence: She's generally a bad influence on her friend Caitlyn, which is why Caitlyn's cousins Nick and Jared don't like her.
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Donna Corbin:
Absurdly Youthful Mother
Amazingly Embarrassing Parents
Cloudcuckoolander
Genius Ditz: Despite her scatterbrained Cloudcuckoolander nature, she is still a competent beautician.
The Ditz: To the point where Jonas at one point openly wonders how she got custody of him.
Richard Corbin:
Monica Corbin:
Good Stepmother
One-Note Chef: Generally a Cordon Bleugh Chef, but can make surprisingly good pancakes.
Samantha Corbin:
Annoying Younger Sibling: To Jonas.
Bitch in Sheep's Clothing: Acts sweet and innocent around most people, but is actually a selfish, manipulative brat. Her half-brother Jonas and her regular babysitter Kiera are the only ones who know her true nature.
Bizarre Taste in Food: Implied to be genetic, since her mother is a Cordon Bleugh Chef.
Bratty Half-Pint
Dirty Kid: She has her moments of this.
Genki Girl: Say what you will about her, there's no denying that she has a lot of energy.
Girlish Pigtails
Hidden Heart of Gold
Jerkass
Spoiled Brat
Troubling Unchildlike Behavior: When she was three, she stabbed Jonas in the arm with a fork.
John Seaver:
Valerie Seaver:
Justin Seaver:
Annoying Younger Sibling
Expy: Of Jason Fox.
Insufferable Genius
Stephen Bernhardt:
Abusive Parents: Although he’s not as bad as his wife, he almost never speaks out against her abusive behavior and treats his children like Ungrateful Bastards if they disagree with him.
Pet the Dog: Gave Adrian a used car for his 17th birthday and helped him fix it and upgrade it into a sleeper car.
Self-Made Man: As he’ll often remind his children during his lectures.
Deborah Bernhardt:
Abusive Parents: Treats Adrian as a Trophy Child while verbally and emotionally abusing him and Kiera if they disagree with her, even over trivial things.
Adrian Bernhardt:
Badass Bookworm
Big Brother Instinct: Fiercely protective of his little sister Kiera.
Broken Ace
Deadpan Snarker
Death Glare: The so-called “Adrian Stare”.
Does Not Like Spam: Radishes.
Genius Bruiser: A computer wizard who also happens to be a skilled judoka.
Hates Their Parent: Specifically, his mother Deborah, for verbally and emotionally abusing him and Kiera and treating him as a Trophy Child.
Heavy Sleeper
Huge Guy, Tiny Girl: Huge Guy to Karin's Tiny Girl.
Iconic Item: His blue bandana.
Icy Gray Eyes
Jerk with a Heart of Gold
Morality Pet: Kiera and Karin.
Not a Morning Person
Occidental Otaku
Perpetual Frowner
Real Men Wear Pink: Very much a Manly Man, but has long hair, takes pride in his androgynous good looks, and took ballet lessons as a kid.
Reformed Bully
Spoiled Sweet: For a given value of “sweet”, anyway.
Stoic Woobie
Sugar-and-Ice Personality
The Cynic
Trophy Child
Unkempt Beauty
Used to Be a Sweet Kid
What a Piece of Junk: His prized Subaru Legacy sleeper car, Alcyone.
Jacob Kellerman:
Esther Kellerman:
Jewish Mother
Zach Kellerman:
Lovable Jock
Edward Ramsey:
Kindly Vet
Robert Urquhart:
Kathleen Urquhart:
Michael Levy:
Good Stepfather
Marissa Anderson:
Good Stepmother
Hospital Hottie: A registered nurse, and very attractive.
Everett Chapman:
Minority Police Officer: An African-American police officer.
Mary Chapman:
Zoe Chapman:
Extracurricular Enthusiast
Shea Renfrew:
Expy: An older version of Shingo Tsukino.
Mature Younger Sibling: To Lydia.
Seth Rockwell:
Evan Rockwell:
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Manly Man to Tyler's Sensitive Guy.
Tyler Rockwell:
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Sensitive Guy to Evan's Manly Man.
Emily Gardner:
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: A very feminine girl who takes ballet lessons, but is also the striker on the middle school soccer team.
Saige Taggart:
Bespectacled Cutie
Genki Girl
Alana Taggart:
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Karin Michaux:
Bifauxnen
Cool Big Sis: To Kiera.
Delicate and Sickly
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: See Hidden Depths, below.
Granola Girl: Allthough unlike most examples, she isn't a strict vegetarian - she doesn't eat red meat because she doesn't like the taste or texture, but she has been seen eating fish and poultry on occasion.
Hidden Depths: Despite her generally gentle and nurturing nature, she’s also a skilled fencer.
Huge Guy, Tiny Girl: Tiny Girl to Adrian's Huge Guy.
Kindhearted Cat Lover: Has a pet Manx cat named Lady Avalon who she loves to bits, and an affinity for cats in general.
Missing Mom: Her mother died six years before the events of the series.
Occidental Otaku: In particular, she and Zane co-founded the Foxwood High anime club.
Older Than They Look: In college, but has been mistaken for a high school student at least once.
Photographic Memory
Victorious Childhood Friend: To Adrian.
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A Lighter Shade of Black: Mark and especially Connor are both Jerkasses, but they're nowhere near as bad as Nick and Jared.
Alliterative Family: The Beaumont siblings are named Joel, Jessica, and Jadyn.
Kyle Levy's deceased mother and sister were named Kellene and Kendra, respectively, although it's averted with his father Michael.
Amicable Exes: Jonas’ parents, at least to a degree.
Animesque
Beta Couple: Brad and Caitlyn become this for Jonas and Kiera.
Birds of a Feather: Brad and Caitlyn turn out to be this.
Birthday Buddies: Courtney Anderson and Jadyn Beaumont, both born on May 19.
Bisexual Love Triangle: Connor Urquhart has a crush on fellow Goth Christi Wong, but is also strongly implied to be mutually attracted to his best friend Mark Seaver.
Blonde, Brunette, Redhead: Chloe, Kiera, and Alicia, respectively.
The cheerleaders Jessica, Nina, and Ashley also qualify.
Boke and Tsukkomi Routine: Jonas and Brad sometimes fall into this dynamic.
Bonding Over Dislikes: Logan and Christi first bonded over their shared dislike of "Relena Piece-of-Crap".
Mark and Connor first met at a ski lodge, where they bonded over a shared dislike of skiing.
Cracks In The Icy Facade: Connor is introduced as a cold, aloof Jerkass, but in an early episode, he helps an injured Courtney to the nurse's office and makes sure she's all right.
Dramedy
Dysfunctional Family: The Bernhardts, and really most families in this series in their own ways.
Ensemble Cast: Despite the series being named after Jonas, the core six (Jonas, Brad, Chloe, Kiera, Nate, and Alicia) all get roughly equal focus, and other characters also sometimes get A Day in the Limelight.
Feminine Mother, Tomboyish Daughter: Valerie and Chloe Seaver.
Five-Bad Band: Mark’s gang, initially. Can also be a Five-Man Band in episodes focusing on them.
The Big Bad: Mark Seaver (although he is, at worst, Affably Evil)
The Dragon: Nick Murphy
The Brute: Jared Murphy (of the Genius Bruiser type)
The Evil Genius: Connor Urquhart
Token Good Teammate: Lauren Reinholt
Kid-of-Heel Character: Jadyn Beaumont
Five-Man Band:
The Leader: Jonas Corbin
The Lancer: Brad Thompson
The Big Guy: Chloe Seaver (ironically, the shortest in the group)
The Smart Guy: Nate Kellerman
The Heart: Kiera Bernhardt
Sixth Ranger: Alicia Ramsey
Flirty Stepsiblings: Kyle Levy and Courtney Anderson, although most of the flirtation comes from Courtney.
Foolish Sibling, Responsible Sibling: Lydia and Shea Renfrew, respectively.
Gender-Equal Ensemble: The core six is composed of three boys (Jonas, Brad, and Nate) and three girls (Chloe, Kiera, and Alicia).
Headbutt of Love: Lydia does this to Morgan this a few times after they start dating.
Heel-Face Turn: After his failed suicide attempt and subsequent coma in season 2, Connor turns over a new leaf and goes from a gloomy, cynical Jerkass to a gloomy, cynical Jerk with a Heart of Gold.
I Call It "Vera": Adrian calls his car "Alcyone". It should be noticed that everyone in-universe thinks this is a terrible name… even Kiera, who normally worships the ground her big brother walks on.
Incest Subtext: Connor is implied, and eventually confirmed, to be attracted to his younger sister Morgan. This is part of why he hates himself, and why he's so cruel to her.
On the subject of Connor, Kiera has a crush on him because he gives off the same "vibes" as her brother. Take that as you will.
Intergenerational Friendship: Jonas forms one with Mr. Starovski, and Principal Mazlish to a lesser extent.
Jock Dad, Nerd Son: Jacob and Nate Kellerman.
Monster Brother, Cutie Sister: Connor and Morgan, and Adrian and Kiera to a lesser extent. It's worth noting that unlike most examples of this trope, Connor and Adrian are both very handsome.
Nice, Mean, and In-Between: For the boys, Nice Jewish Boy Nate Kellerman (nice), egotistical, mischievous Deadpan Snarker Jonas Corbin (mean), and Gentle Giant Lovable Jock Brad Thompson, who still isn't afraid to tell it like it is (in-between). For the girls, kind-hearted Animal Lover Alicia Ramsey (nice), Jerk with a Heart of Gold Chloe Seaver (mean), and gentle, but sometimes snarky, Team Mom Kiera Bernhardt (in-between).
The Anderson-Levy siblings also qualify, with sensitive literary-magazine editor Thom being the Nice, Jerk Jock Kyle being the Mean, and Courtney, who sometimes acts as a mediator between her older brothers and sometimes plays them against each other to watch the fireworks, being the In-Between.
Noodle Incident: Something that happened to the core six (minus Alicia) in eighth-grade science lab, which they have vowed never to talk about.
Not So Above It All: Although they're usually the voices of reason, Nate and especially Kiera both have their moments of this.
Odd Friendship: Jerk Jock with a Heart of Gold Mark Seaver and effeminate Goth boy Connor Urquhart.
One Degree of Separation: Most of the characters are linked to each other in a complex web of relationships.
Practically Different Generations: Jonas is ten years older than his half-sister Samantha, and Hannah Brooks is thirteen years older than her half-sister Renee.
Production Nickname: The Bernhardt siblings each have one. Kiera is "The Brocon Lacrosse Girl," due to her brother complex and passion for lacrosse, and Adrian is "The Anti-Fraggle" because he's tall, grim, and hates radishes, unlike the small, jolly, radish-loving Fraggles.
Red Oni, Blue Oni: Jared and Nick Murphy, respectively, with Mark Seaver as their Purple Oni.
Mark is also the Blue Oni to his sister Chloe's Red Oni, and the Red Oni to his best friend Connor's Blue Oni.
Logan is the Red Oni to most people, but the Blue Oni to his Genki Girl sister Saige.
Riddle for the Ages: How did someone as childish and irresponsible as Donna get primary custody of her son?
Why does Thom insist on spelling his name with a silent H?
Rivalry as Courtship: Chloe and Mia start out as athletic and romantic rivals, but eventually resolve it and become a couple.
Secret Diary: Connor has one which he keeps hidden in his dresser. However, it's later revealed to be not so secret to Morgan.
Shout-Out: A long-haired, drug-addicted alt guy named Connor, who has a bad reputation, a strained relationship with his sister, and a penchant for black nail polish… sound familiar?
Adrian's car has a "My Other Car Is A Gundam" frame around its license plate.
Because she doesn’t like the name Dandelion, Lauren secretly calls her family’s pet Pomeranian “Toby”.
Word of God has stated that Nate's Character Tic of tying his hair back when he's thinking is a reference to Violet's similar tic in A Series of Unfortunate Events.
Jessica Beaumont and Ashley Cournane are both named after fictional cheerleaders - Jessica Wakefield and Ashley Hammond, respectively.
Sickeningly Sweethearts: Michael Levy and Marissa Anderson.
Six-Student Clique:
The Head: Jonas Corbin
The Muscle: Brad Thompson
The Quirk: Nate Kellerman
The Pretty One: Alicia Ramsey
The Smart One: Kiera Bernhardt
The Wild One: Chloe Seaver
Slice of Life
Sliding Scale of Idealism Versus Cynicism: Falls somewhere in the middle, leaning slightly toward idealism.
The Glorious War of Sisterly Rivalry: Between Nina Chapman (The Smart One) and her older sister Zoe (The Popular One).
Theme Naming: The Urquhart siblings both have Celtic names that can be used as first or last names.
Those Two Guys: Josh Reilly and Robbie Wolfe.
¡Three Amigos!: Jonas, Brad, and Chloe, although somewhat disrupted by Chloe’s attraction to Jonas.
Town Girls: Chloe (butch), Kiera (neither), and Alicia (femme).
True Companions: The core six.
Vitriolic Best Buds: Jonas and Brad, and Kiera and Chloe to a lesser extent.
Wacky Parent, Serious Child: Donna and Jonas form a rare mixed-gender example.
White-and-Grey Morality: Jonas' relationship with Principal Mazlish applies, with the former being straight-up chaotic good and the latter being, at worst, lawful neutral.
World of Snark
Some tropes I want to include:
A Day in the Limelight
Amateur Film-Making Plot
“Anger Is Healthy” Aesop
Aw, Look! They Really Do Love Each Other
Both Sides Have a Point
Brick Joke
Call-Back
Chain of Deals
Continuity Porn
Couch Gag
Did They or Didn't They?
Dumbass Has a Point / Jerkass Has a Point
Enemy Mine
Enmity with an Object
Evolving Credits
Fade to White: How the series ends, signifying Jonas' "ascent" into the world after high school.
Fair Play Whodunit: Maybe a spotlight episode for Josh and Robbie.
Ferris Wheel Date Moment: At first I wasn't sure this would work with Kiera's fear of heights, but I found out from the trope page that it's actually common for the girl to be acrophobic, so… ^_^
Flashback B-Plot
Flippant Forgiveness
Friendly Enemy / Reformed, but Not Tamed: This would eventually apply to the Murphy brothers.
Funny Background Event
Hard Truth Aesop: Abusive parents are still complex humans like everyone else.
Intergenerational Friendship
Joke and Receive
Leitmotif
Magic Realism
Maybe Magic, Maybe Mundane
Mundane Made Awesome
Musical Episode: Also A Day in the Limelight episode for Mark and Connor, in which they form a band with Jared (lead guitar), Morgan (vocals), Alicia (keyboard), and maybe Christi (rhythm guitar).
Not Quite the Right Thing
Not So Above It All
Out-of-Character Alert
Parents as People
"Rashomon"-Style
RPG Episode
Saved by the Awesome
Shown Their Work
Something Only They Would Say
Spoof Aesop
Stealth Pun
Strange Minds Think Alike
Stylistic Suck
The Greatest Story Never Told
Thinks of Something Smart, Says Something Stupid
Unusual Euphemism
Vignette Episode
"What Do They Fear?" Episode: For Brad's arachnophobia, Kiera's acrophobia, Mark's claustrophobia, Connor's gephyrophobia, and/or Morgan's coulrophobia.
What You Are in the Dark
“Where Are They Now?” Epilogue
Whole Plot Reference
You All Share My Story
Tropes to avert:
A Weighty Aesop: And in the unlikely event that I were to do an episode with one, it would emphasize moderation rather than abstinence.
Anvilicious: Any and all morals should be as subtle as the B in the word "subtle," except for spoof morals.
Character Shilling
Diet Episode: See A Weighty Aesop, above.
Girls vs. Boys Plot
Hate Sink
Kids Shouldn’t Watch Horror Films
Limited Wardrobe
New Technology Is Evil
Pair the Spares
Real Men Have Short Hair: As a direct Take That! aimed at this trope, Jonas' hair gets slightly longer with each season as he matures, although the two factors are otherwise unrelated, and it's never mentioned in-universe.
Shipper on Deck
Social Media Is Bad
Strangled by the Red String
Teens Are Monsters
The Friend Nobody Likes
Where the Hell Is Springfield?: Foxwood is located somewhere in the Seacoast region of New Hampshire.
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ANIME-PLANET TAGS
Jonas CORBIN
Male, Blonde Hair
Tags: Big Ego, Bisexual, Charismatic, High School Student, Lazy, LGBT+, Mischievous, Otaku, Teenager, Video Gamer, Writer
Brad THOMPSON
Male, Brown Hair
Tags: Athlete, Baseball Player, Basketball Player, Football Player, Freckles, High School Student, Teenager
Chloe SEAVER
Female, White Hair
Tags: Athlete, Big Eater, Big Ego, High School Student, Hot-Headed, Mischievous, Otaku, Small Stature, Soccer Player, Sweet Tooth, Teenager, Tomboy, Track and Fielder, Tsundere
Kiera BERNHARDT
Female, Black Hair
Tags: Artist, Athlete, Braids, Brother Complex, Cook, High School Student, Otaku, School Idol, Sleepyhead, Teenager, Video Gamer, Wealthy
Nate KELLERMAN
Male, Brown Hair
Tags: Analytical, Bookworm, Glasses, High School Student, Ponytail, Shy, Sweet Tooth, Teenager, Video Gamer, Wealthy
Alicia RAMSEY
Female, Red Hair
Tags: Animal Lover, Blinding Bangs, Clumsy, Dandere, High School Student, Musician, Pervert, Pianist, Shy, Teenager
Mark SEAVER
Male, Blonde Hair
Tags: Athlete, Baseball Player, Basketball Player, Big Eater, Big Ego, Bully, Drummer, Flirt, High School Student, Musician, Otaku, Soccer Player, Team Captain, Teenager
Connor URQUHART
Male, Multicolored Hair
Tags: Animal Lover, Bassist, Bisexual, Choker, High School Student, Kuudere, LGBT+, Musician, Piercings, Sister Complex, Smoker, Teenager, Wealthy
Morgan URQUHART
Female, Orange Hair
Tags: Athlete, Band Member, High School Student, Lesbian, LGBT+, Musician, Singer, Teenager, Video Gamer, Wealthy
Sarah REINHOLT
Female, Blonde Hair
Tags: Band Member, Dancer, Eternal Optimist, High School Student, Singer, Teenager, Wealthy
Lauren REINHOLT
Female, White Hair
Tags: Athlete, Baseball Player, Basketball Player, Hair Antenna, Hair Buns, High School Student, Lesbian, LGBT+, Otaku, Teenager, Wealthy
Jessica BEAUMONT
Female, Blonde Hair
Tags: Big Ego, Cheerleader, High School Student, Ponytail, Teenager
Thom ANDERSON
Male, Blonde Hair
Tags: Bookworm, Editor, Glasses, High School Student, Otaku, Teenager, Video Gamer, Wealthy
Kyle LEVY
Male, Black Hair
Tags: Athlete, Basketball Player, High School Student, Ponytail, Soccer Player, Teenager, Wealthy
Courtney ANDERSON
Female, Brown Hair
Tags: Athlete, Birthmark/Mole, Flirt, Gymnast, High School Student, Mischievous, Photographer, Ponytail, Teenager, Wealthy
Nick MURPHY
Male, Brown Hair
Tags: Athlete, Basketball Player, Bully, Buzz Cut, Facial Hair, Football Player, High School Student, Teenager
Jared MURPHY
Male, Brown Hair
Tags: Athlete, Basketball Player, Bully, Facial Hair, Guitarist, High School Student, Hot-Headed, Musician, Teenager
Zane KESSLER
Male, Blonde Hair
Tags: Club President, Facial Hair, High School Student, Otaku, Teenager, Video Gamer
Jasmine KESSLER
Female, Red Hair
Tags: Athlete, Basketball Player, Eternal Optimist, Freckles, High School Student, Teenager, Video Gamer
Nina CHAPMAN
Female, Black Hair
Tags: Braids, Cheerleader, Dark-skinned, High School Student, Teenager
Ashley COURNANE
Female, Red Hair
Tags: Bisexual, Cheerleader, High School Student, LGBT+, Teenager
Malcolm STONE
Male, None Hair
Tags: Abnormally Tall, Athlete, Bald, Baseball Player, Basketball Player, Dark-skinned, Football Player, High School Student, Stoic, Team Captain, Teenager
Mia THOMPSON
Female, Brown Hair
Tags: Athlete, Braids, Freckles, High School Student, Soccer Player, Stalker, Teenager, Tomboy
Lydia RENFREW
Female, Brown Hair
Tags: Athlete, Bisexual, High School Student, LGBT+, Teenager
Katrina ROCKWELL
Female, Blonde Hair
Tags: Athlete, Baker, Baseball Player, Basketball Player, High School Student, Ponytail, Soccer Player, Student Council, Teenager, Tomboy
Peter GARDNER
Male, Black Hair
Tags: Athlete, Band Member, Baseball Player, Cellist, Football Player, High School Student, Hot-Headed, Musician, Teenager
Colin GARDNER
Male, Brown Hair
Tags: Athlete, Baseball Player, Basketball Player, Board Game Player, High School Student, Soccer Player, Teenager
Jadyn BEAUMONT
Female, Blonde Hair
Tags: Athlete, Baseball Player, Hat, High School Student, Lazy, Mischievous, Teenager, Tomboy
Josh REILLY
Male, Black Hair
Tags: Afro, Dark-skinned, Flirt, High School Student, Teenager
Robbie WOLFE
Male, Blonde Hair
Tags: Athlete, High School Student, Teenager, Track and Fielder, Wealthy
Drake LEVINE
Male, Multicolored Hair
Tags: Athlete, Band Member, Basketball Player, Big Ego, Football Player, High School Student, Musician, Sickly, Team Captain, Teenager, Track and Fielder
Christi WONG
Female, Multicolored Hair
Tags: Artist, Band Member, Fujoshi, Guitarist, High School Student, Otaku, Piercings, Singer, Teenager
Aisha CUMMINGS
Female, Black Hair
Tags: Athlete, Basketball Player, Board Game Player, Braids, Dark-skinned, High School Student, Teenager
Caitlyn LAROUCHE Female, Red Hair
Tags: Athlete, High School Student, Ponytail, Team Captain, Teenager
Shana LEVINE
Female, Brown Hair
Tags: Cheerleader, High School Student, Teenager
Lisa WONG
Female, Black Hair
Tags: Bisexual, Glasses, High School Student, LGBT+, Musician, Shy, Sister Complex, Teenager, Violinist
Dan THERRIAN
Male, Brown Hair
Tags: Bowl Cut, Eternal Optimist, Glasses, High School Student, Martial Artist, Small Stature, Teenager
Rachel MIZRAHI
Female, Brown Hair
Tags: Athlete, Basketball Player, Dancer, Eternal Optimist, Flirt, High School Student, Teenager
Logan TAGGART
Male, Black Hair
Tags: Animal Lover, Artist, Bisexual, Bookworm, Facial Hair, Fudanshi, Glasses, High School Student, Hot-Headed, Lazy, LGBT+, Otaku, Shy, Teenager, Video Gamer
Judd TAGGART
Male, Blue Hair
Tags: Athlete, Anti-Gravity Hair, Bassist, High School Student, Musician, Teenager, Track and Fielder
Hannah BROOKS
Female, Multicolored Hair
Tags: Athlete, Baseball Player, Basketball Player, High School Student, Team Captain, Teenager, Tomboy
Maddie BURKE Female, Orange Hair
Tags: Athlete, Bookworm, Glasses, Tennis Player
Alexis RYDER
Female, Blonde Hair
Tags: Braids, Cheerleader, Delinquent, High School Student, Teenager
Adrian BERNHARDT
Male, Brown Hair
Tags: Analytical, Bisexual, Bookworm, Headband, Kuudere, LGBT+, Martial Artist, Otaku, Piercings, Sleepyhead, Teenager, University Student, Video Gamer, Wealthy
Karin MICHAUX
Female, Multicolored Hair
Tags: Animal Lover, Artist, Bifauxnen, Bisexual, Fujoshi, LGBT+, Otaku, Photographic Memory, Piercings, Sickly, Sword Fighter, Tattoo, Teenager, University Student, Video Gamer, Wealthy
General tags: Breaking the Fourth Wall, Bullying, Comedy, Coming of Age, Dark Comedy, Divorce, Drama, Dysfunctional Families, Emotional Abuse, LGBT Themes, Love Triangle, Mature Themes, Original Work, Romance, School Life, Seinen, Slice of Life, Tsundere
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CHARACTER RELATIONS
JONAS CORBIN
Best friend of Brad Thompson.
Friend of Chloe Seaver.
Friend of Kiera Bernhardt.
Friend of Nate Kellerman.
Friend of Mark Seaver.
Neighbor of Mark Seaver.
Neighbor of Chloe Seaver.
Neighbor of Justin Seaver.
Neighbor of Logan Taggart.
Neighbor of Judd Taggart.
Neighbor of Saige Taggart.
Neighbor of Alana Taggart.
Son of Richard Corbin.
Son of Donna Corbin.
Stepson of Monica Corbin.
Older half-brother of Samantha Corbin.
Crush on Kiera Bernhardt.
BRAD THOMPSON
Best friend of Jonas Corbin.
Friend of Chloe Seaver.
Friend of Nate Kellerman.
Friend of Drake Levine.
Son of Brian Thompson.
Son of Dorothy Thompson.
Older brother of Mia Thompson.
Crush on Caitlyn Larouche.
Rival of Drake Levine.
CHLOE SEAVER
Best friend of Kiera Bernhardt.
Friend of Jonas Corbin.
Friend of Brad Thompson.
Friend of Alicia Ramsey.
Friend of Morgan Urquhart.
Friend of Katrina Rockwell.
Neighbor of Jonas Corbin.
Daughter of John Seaver.
Daughter of Valerie Seaver.
Younger sister of Mark Seaver.
Older sister of Justin Seaver.
Crush on Jonas Corbin.
Rival of Mia Thompson.
KIERA BERNHARDT
Best friend of Chloe Seaver.
Friend of Alicia Ramsey.
Friend of Jonas Corbin.
Friend of Lydia Renfrew.
Family friend of Robbie Wolfe.
Daughter of Stephen Bernhardt.
Daughter of Deborah Bernhardt.
Younger sister of Adrian Bernhardt.
Niece of Naomi Farrell.
Honorary younger sister of Karin Michaux.
Crush on Connor Urquhart.
NATE KELLERMAN
Friend of Jonas Corbin.
Friend of Brad Thompson.
Friend of Alicia Ramsey.
Son of Jacob Kellerman.
Son of Esther Kellerman.
Older brother of Zach Kellerman.
Crush on Chloe Seaver.
ALICIA RAMSEY
Friend of Kiera Bernhardt.
Friend of Chloe Seaver.
Friend of Nate Kellerman.
Daughter of Edward Ramsey.
Crush on Nate Kellerman.
MARK SEAVER
Best friend of Connor Urquhart.
Friend of Lauren Reinholt.
Friend of Jessica Beaumont.
Friend of Malcolm Stone.
Friend of Jonas Corbin.
Friend of Judd Taggart.
Frenemy of Nick Murphy.
Frenemy of Jared Murphy.
Neighbor of Jonas Corbin.
Son of John Seaver.
Son of Valerie Seaver.
Older brother of Chloe Seaver.
Older brother of Justin Seaver.
Crush on Lauren Reinholt.
Possible boyfriend of Connor Urquhart?
CONNOR URQUHART
Best friend of Mark Seaver.
Son of Robert Urquhart.
Son of Kathleen Urquhart.,
Older brother of Morgan Urquhart.
Crush on Christi Wong.
Possible boyfriend of Mark Seaver?
MORGAN URQUHART
Best friend of Sarah Reinholt.
Friend of Lauren Reinholt.
Friend of Chloe Seaver.
Friend of Lydia Renfrew.
Friend of Logan Taggart.
Daughter of Robert Urquhart.
Daughter of Kathleen Urquhart.
Younger sister of Connor Urquhart.
Crush on Sarah Reinholt.
SARAH REINHOLT
Best friend of Morgan Urquhart.
Friend of Logan Taggart.
Daughter of Andrew Reinholt.
Daughter of Allie Reinholt.
Younger sister of Lauren Reinholt.
Girlfriend of Zane Kessler.
LAUREN REINHOLT
Friend of Morgan Urquhart.
Friend of Jessica Beaumont.
Friend of Mark Seaver.
Friend of Logan Taggart.
Friend of Hannah Brooks.
Daughter of Andrew Reinholt.
Daughter of Allie Reinholt.
Older sister of Sarah Reinholt.
JESSICA BEAUMONT
Best friend of Nina Chapman.
Friend of Lauren Reinholt.
Friend of Ashley Cournane.
Friend of Mark Seaver.
Former best friend of Hannah Brooks.
Daughter of Paul Beaumont.
Daughter of Susan Beaumont.
Younger sister of Joel Beaumont.
Older sister of Jadyn Beaumont.
Crush on Mark Seaver.
THOM ANDERSON
Son of Thomas Anderson, Sr.
Son of Marissa Anderson.
Stepson of Michael Levy.
Older brother of Courtney Anderson.
Older stepbrother of Kyle Levy.
KYLE LEVY
Friend of Ashley Cournane.
Son of Michael Levy.
Stepson of Marissa Anderson.
Younger stepbrother of Thom Anderson.
Older stepbrother of Courtney Anderson.
Boyfriend of Nina Chapman.
COURTNEY ANDERSON
Best friend of Jadyn Beaumont.
Daughter of Thomas Anderson, Sr.
Daughter of Marissa Anderson.
Stepdaughter of Michael Levy.
Younger sister of Thom Anderson.
Younger stepsister of Kyle Levy.
Crush on Kyle Levy.
NICK MURPHY
Best friend of Jared Murphy.
Frenemy of Mark Seaver.
Son of David Murphy.
Son of Heidi Murphy.
Older brother of Jared Murphy.
Nephew of Nancy Larouche.
Cousin of Caitlyn Larouche.
JARED MURPHY
Best friend of Nick Murphy.
Frenemy of Mark Seaver.
Son of David Murphy.
Son of Heidi Murphy.
Younger brother of Nick Murphy.
Nephew of Nancy Larouche.
Cousin of Caitlyn Larouche.
ZANE KESSLER
Friend of Peter Gardner.
Friend of Colin Gardner.
Son of George Kessler.
Son of Cynthia Kessler.
Older brother of Jasmine Kessler.
Boyfriend of Sarah Reinholt.
JASMINE KESSLER
Best friend of Mia Thompson.
Daughter of George Kessler.
Daughter of Cynthia Kessler.
Younger sister of Zane Kessler.
NINA CHAPMAN
Best friend of Jessica Beaumont.
Friend of Ashley Cournane.
Daughter of Everett Chapman.
Daughter of Mary Chapman.
Younger sister of Zoe Chapman.
Girlfriend of Kyle Levy.
ASHLEY COURNANE
Best friend of Christi Wong.
Friend of Jessica Beaumont.
Friend of Nina Chapman.
Friend of Kyle Levy.
Daughter of Christopher Cournane.
Daughter of Cheryl Cournane.
MALCOLM STONE
Friend of Mark Seaver.
Son of Maxwell Stone.
Son of Tessa Stone.
MIA THOMPSON
Best friend of Jasmine Kessler.
Daughter of Brian Thompson.
Daughter of Dorothy Thompson.
Younger sister of Brad Thompson.
Crush on Jonas Corbin.
Rival of Chloe Seaver.
LYDIA RENFREW
Friend of Morgan Urquhart.
Friend of Kiera Bernhardt.
Friend of Katrina Rockwell.
Friend of Aisha Cummings.
Daughter of Landon Renfrew II.
Daughter of Melissa Renfrew.
Older sister of Shea Renfrew.
KATRINA ROCKWELL
Friend of Chloe Seaver.
Friend of Lydia Renfrew.
Friend of Aisha Cummings.
Friend of Rachel Mizrahi.
Friend of Hannah Brooks.
Friend of Maddie Burke.
Daughter of Philip Rockwell.
Daughter of Marilyn Rockwell.
Younger sister of Seth Rockwell.
Older sister of Evan Rockwell.
Older sister of Tyler Rockwell.
Girlfriend of Peter Gardner.
PETER GARDNER
Friend of Zane Kessler.
Son of Ted Gardner.
Son of Sharon Gardner.
Older brother of Colin Gardner.
Older brother of Emily Gardner.
Boyfriend of Katrina Rockwell.
COLIN GARDNER
Friend of Zane Kessler.
Friend of Aisha Cummings.
Son of Ted Gardner.
Son of Sharon Gardner.
Younger brother of Peter Gardner.
Older brother of Emily Gardner.
Crush on Morgan Urquhart.
JADYN BEAUMONT
Best friend of Courtney Anderson.
Daughter of Paul Beaumont.
Daughter of Susan Beaumont.
Younger sister of Joel Beaumont.
Younger sister of Jessica Beaumont.
Girlfriend of Judd Taggart.
JOSH REILLY
Best friend of Robbie Wolfe.
Son of Benjamin Reilly.
Son of Olivia Reilly.
ROBBIE WOLFE
Best friend of Josh Reilly.
Family friend of Kiera Bernhardt.
Son of Mick Wolfe.
Son of Alice Wolfe.
DRAKE LEVINE
Friend of Brad Thompson.
Son of Roger Levine.
Son of Carol Levine.
Older brother of Shana Levine.
Rival of Brad Thompson.
CHRISTI WONG
Best friend of Ashley Cournane.
Friend of Logan Taggart.
Daughter of Sonny Wong.
Daughter of Evelyn Wong.
Older sister of Lisa Wong.
AISHA CUMMINGS
Friend of Lydia Renfrew.
Friend of Katrina Rockwell.
Friend of Colin Gardner.
Friend of Rachel Mizrahi.
Friend of Maddie Burke.
Daughter of Randolph Cummings, Sr.
Daughter of Yvonne Cummings.
Older sister of Vanessa Cummings.
Older sister of Randy Cummings.
SHANA LEVINE
Friend of Caitlyn Larouche.
Friend of Lisa Wong.
Friend of Alexis Ryder.
Daughter of Roger Levine.
Daughter of Carol Levine.
Younger sister of Drake Levine.
CAITLYN LAROUCHE
Best friend of Lisa Wong.
Friend of Shana Levine.
Friend of Alexis Ryder.
Daughter of Nancy Larouche.
Niece of Heidi Murphy.
Niece of David Murphy.
Cousin of Nick Murphy.
Cousin of Jared Murphy.
LISA WONG
Best friend of Caitlyn Larouche.
Friend of Shana Levine.
Daughter of Sonny Wong.
Daughter of Evelyn Wong.
Younger sister of Christi Wong.
Crush on Christi Wong
RACHEL MIZRAHI
Friend of Katrina Rockwell.
Friend of Aisha Cummings.
Friend of Maddie Burke.
Daughter of Michael Mizrahi.
Daughter of Jennifer Mizrahi.
Younger sister of Dana Mizrahi.
LOGAN TAGGART
Friend of Morgan Urquhart.
Friend of Sarah Reinholt.
Friend of Lauren Reinholt.
Friend of Christi Wong.
Neighbor of Jonas Corbin.
Son of Charles Taggart.
Son of Maureen Taggart.
Older brother of Judd Taggart.
Older brother of Saige Taggart.
Older brother of Alana Taggart.
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Friend of Mark Seaver.
Neighbor of Jonas Corbin.
Son of Charles Taggart.
Son of Maureen Taggart.
Younger brother of Logan Taggart.
Older brother of Saige Taggart.
Older brother of Alana Taggart.
Boyfriend of Jadyn Beaumont.
HANNAH BROOKS
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Friend of Katrina Rockwell.
Former best friend of Jessica Beaumont.
MADDIE BURKE
Friend of Katrina Rockwell.
Friend of Aisha Cummings.
Friend of Rachel Mizrahi.
Crush on Thom Anderson.
ALEXIS RYDER
Friend of Shana Levine.
Friend of Caitlyn Larouche.
Younger sister of Colleen Ryder.
Crush on Drake Levine.
SAMANTHA CORBIN
Daughter of Richard Corbin.
Daughter of Monica Corbin.
Younger half-sister of Jonas Corbin.
JUSTIN SEAVER
Best friend of Zach Kellerman.
Neighbor of Jonas Corbin.
Son of John Seaver.
Son of Valerie Seaver.
Younger brother of Mark Seaver.
Younger brother of Chloe Seaver.
ADRIAN BERNHARDT
Son of Stephen Bernhardt.
Son of Deborah Bernhardt.
Older brother of Kiera Bernhardt.
Nephew of Naomi Farrell.
Boyfriend of Karin Michaux.
Roommate of Tristan Markham.
ZACH KELLERMAN
Best friend of Justin Seaver.
Son of Jacob Kellerman.
Son of Esther Kellerman.
Younger brother of Nate Kellerman.
JOEL BEAUMONT
Son of Paul Beaumont.
Son of Susan Beaumont.
Older brother of Jessica Beaumont.
Older brother of Jadyn Beaumont.
ZOE CHAPMAN
Daughter of Everett Chapman.
Daughter of Mary Chapman.
Older sister of Nina Chapman.
Roommate of Autumn Caldwell.
SHEA RENFREW
Friend of Evan Rockwell.
Friend of Tyler Rockwell.
Friend of Emily Gardner.
Son of Landon Renfrew II.
Son of Melissa Renfrew.
Younger brother of Lydia Renfrew.
SETH ROCKWELL
Son of Philip Rockwell.
Son of Marilyn Rockwell.
Older brother of Katrina Rockwell.
Older brother of Evan Rockwell.
Older brother of Tyler Rockwell.
EVAN ROCKWELL
Friend of Shea Renfrew.
Son of Philip Rockwell.
Son of Marilyn Rockwell.
Younger brother of Seth Rockwell.
Younger brother of Katrina Rockwell.
Older twin brother of Tyler Rockwell.
TYLER ROCKWELL
Friend of Shea Renfrew.
Son of Philip Rockwell.
Son of Marilyn Rockwell.
Younger brother of Seth Rockwell.
Younger brother of Katrina Rockwell.
Younger twin brother of Evan Rockwell.
EMILY GARDNER
Friend of Shea Renfrew.
Daughter of Ted Gardner.
Daughter of Sharon Gardner.
Younger sister of Peter Gardner.
Younger sister of Colin Gardner.
VANESSA CUMMINGS
Daughter of Randolph Cummings, Sr.
Daughter of Yvonne Cummings.
Younger sister of Aisha Cummings.
Older sister of Randy Cummings.
RANDY CUMMINGS
Son of Randolph Cummings, Sr.
Son of Yvonne Cummings.
Younger brother of Aisha Cummings.
Younger brother of Vanessa Cummings.
SAIGE TAGGART
Neighbor of Jonas Corbin.
Daughter of Charles Taggart.
Daughter of Maureen Taggart.
Younger sister of Logan Taggart.
Younger sister of Judd Taggart.
Older sister of Alana Taggart.
ALANA TAGGART
Neighbor of Jonas Corbin.
Daughter of Charles Taggart.
Daughter of Maureen Taggart.
Younger sister of Logan Taggart.
Younger sister of Judd Taggart.
Younger sister of Saige Taggart.
KARIN MICHAUX
Daughter of Alexander Michaux.
Younger sister of Natalie Michaux.
Honorary older sister of Kiera Bernhardt.
Girlfriend of Adrian Bernhardt.
Roommate of Michelle Harper.
Roommate of Alison Torres.
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Worlds biggest snoop
Soap is nosy as fuck and drags poor Gaz into his nonsense, Ghost just misses you.
Notes: fem reader! sfw mostly ,size kink if you squint, literally just me projecting onto reader, Soap is nosy, drabble! (WC:936)
Okay, it was bound to happen eventually. Simons on deployment and his poor little civilian girlfriend is left all alone in her little bookshop while he's away on base. Of course he told you before he left and, you both made sure to spend plenty of time together on dates (and in bed)
You send him off with plenty of hugs and kisses reminding him to call whenever he has time and not to forget to take care of himself. Simon would probably keep a few photos of you in his gallery in a locked album that he looks at every night before sleeping once he’s called you.
This man is so paranoid, he even changes his wallpaper. It was a photo of you holding a pie you both made together ( he stood on the side reading the instructions while you did all the work bc you were to scared he would mess with the dough, this man has lived off of mre’s and meat his ass can NOT bake) with a little ghost dough shape baked on the top. Now its just a picture of a pile of books with your glasses on the top of the stack. Easy enough to pass off as a nice photo and still something to remind him of you.
He makes sure he has no trace of you on him once he's on base. Save for the one picture he has of you both holding a big bouquet of flowers side by side, he's staring at you stare at the camera like a love sick puppy, while you're smiling so wide your eyes are shut. That's the only thing he will keep on him, if he dies on the field he wants the last thing he sees to be you. Other than that he risks nothing.
Plain clothes that don't have your smell, none of the fancy lotions you’ve forced him to use, none of the little trinkets you slip in his pocket, none of the little letters you've slipped in his bag (He saved those to read when he came back).
Nothing.
But he was bound to fuck up eventually no?
Soap was the first to get nosy. His LT was never this calm or relaxed on deployment. He rushed a little more to get to his office each night. What was even weirder is he would lock the door this time, he never locked the door.
So of course he started taking matters into his own hands. Standing behind Ghost when he was sitting down on his phone, once he even saw him scroll past the locked album. He didn't open it of course. He never opened that unless he was alone, but he scrolled past it and Soap could see the album title.
Your Initial with a heart next to it.
This is when all the bells actually went off in his head. At first he thought Ghost finally went to therapy (LMAO NO) or maybe picked up a hobby (DOUBLE NO), but heart emojis? What on Gods green earth had moved thee Ghost to using a heart emoji
Soap was sticking like glue to Simon, reluctantly he tolerated this. Except of course when 9pm rolled around and he was kicking him out of the office.
“Come on Lt, what you gettin 'rid ‘f me for? Not like yer gonna wank in the office yeah?”
“Get out”
“Aw come on can't spare ya favorite sargent a couple hours to entertain?”
Soap was whining at this point just being an annoying little shit to try and break him.
“Out”
Ghost just dragged him out by the collar like a misbehaved kitten.
Making a show of it Johnny walked down the halls wailing about how Ghost must hate him and that their friendship means nothing, while Simons just watched him tumble around dramatically wrapping his arms around Gaz.
Once he hears the click of Ghost's office door locking he instantly straightens up, face locked on like he's on a mission and arm wrapped around Gaz like iron.
Gaz the poor boy, is verily confused watching this interaction, more confused as to why Soap is dragging him to their Lt’s door.
"C’mon”
Soap hisses pressing his ear on the door motioning Kyle to do the same.
“Fuck is you doing?”
Gaz is looking as Soap like a child who's about to get a shot, lips pursed tightly, eyes narrowed up. Course Johnny just pulls him to press up too.
Price probably just walks past them mumbling some nonsense about kids these days ignoring it, the less he knows the better
The 2 stand there in silence for a good moment until they hear the classic dialing of a number and the shifting of what sounds like Ghost taking off his mask.
Then, the sound of a woman's voice?
“Well you look awfully tired”
Oh my god Lt’s calling a woman
Your voice is chirpy and bright probably since you’ve got the night shift and had enough sleep to run the shop for the night. You little chitters of how your day went and questions of concern filled the room soothing Simon's nerves of whatever he was worrying about that day.
Soap and Gaz are jaw slacked behind the door staring at each other listening to this. Lt’s bird chirping through the little phone speaker and him actually replying in full sentences in a soft warm tone they didn't know existed
The 2 scatter before the call ends giggling to each other, well Soap giggling Gaz trying to process how Lt got a girl before him
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Always Ever Only You Part 25 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: A long weekend with your parents is exactly what you needed. But when they keep asking what happened to your car and inadvertently force you to tone things down in the bedroom, you and Bradley realize you have more to discuss than just a replacement for your totaled pride and joy.
Warnings: Swearing, drinking, fluff, smut, loud sex in public, spanking
Length: 3800 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32
As soon as you and Bradley unloaded the Bronco and had your parents settled inside the Craftsman, you had the uncontrollable urge to fuck your husband. You were trying your best to listen to your mom as she opened up a bottle of wine from your refrigerator, but Bradley was standing on the other side of the island, nodding as he answered one of your dad's questions. Your husband looked hot, and it was then that you realized you hadn't had sex with him since Sunday night. Since before you found out your car was totaled. And something about the impromptu funeral he just threw for your car was making you needy.
Well. You fucked up.
"Bradley didn't have any more hotel points?" your mom asked, finally drawing your attention her way. It was almost laughable now. Bradley had made up the entire thing about the points that were about to expire last year. It was all a ploy to get them to stay at a hotel so you and he could do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted to do it, in your own home. You nearly moaned just thinking about it.
"Nope," you replied softly, reaching down some wine glasses. "No more hotel points, sorry."
"Nonsense," your mom said, waving you off. "Your house is beautiful, but you're still newlyweds. We get it."
You snorted as you sipped your wine. "Mom, it's July. We got married in November. I don't think we're considered newlyweds any longer."
"Hmm," she hummed as she drank from her glass. "Don't tell Bradley that."
When you glanced over at him, he was already looking at you, a soft blush rising in his cheeks. He looked so damn good, shaking his head slightly like he was annoyed you weren't alone, but still smiling like he couldn't believe you were his.
"That man adores you," your mom added, inspecting the label on the bottle of wine. "Make sure you let him know you adore him, too."
An hour later, after your parents had retired to the spare bedroom, you had Bradley's cock buried deep inside you with his hand covering your mouth and his voice in your ear. "Do you regret it yet?" came his harsh whisper.
Your legs were already shaking as he fucked you from behind, standing up just inside your bedroom with the door closed. You tried to nod as you grasped the dresser and the wall for support. Neither of you had even been able to take the time to get undressed; you just needed it that badly.
"Yeah, well you should, Baby Girl. Oughta be filled with nothing but regret and my cum."
You tried to moan his name against his hand, but it came out soft and muffled just like he intended as he slammed into you. He knew better than to trust you if he removed his hand, so he kept it right there, pressed tight to your mouth to the point it was almost painful.
"Next time they visit, they stay at a hotel unless we finish the attic," he grunted as his free hand found your clit. "You look fucking perfect in this little dress, and I'd have had you in the kitchen if they weren't here."
Then his lips found your neck, sucking hard as he fucked you until his thrusts became even more demanding. Your fingers quivered as you held onto the dresser for dear life as he managed to hit just the right spot inside at the same time his rough fingers pinched your clit.
Your orgasm left you shaking as you bit Bradley's palm so hard, he shoved two fingers in your mouth instead. "Fuck," he growled quietly. "Oh, fuck." Then his steady tempo gave way to short strokes and his lips came softly to your ear. "I love you."
He filled you up so well, your dress and thighs were a mess afterwards, and you had to waddle into the bathroom so you didn't drip onto the floor. "Oh my god, Roo," you gasped as you finally took the time to pull your dress off to get yourself cleaned up. He walked in to turn the shower on with his shirt balled up in one hand, and then he smirked as his cum dripped down your legs.
"Just to be clear, I love your parents. I love when we get to visit with them. I love having them here. But I also love fucking you, and you and I both know you can't keep quiet."
You slipped past him and into the shower. "I know what you want me to say."
"Then just say it, Sweetheart."
You rolled your eyes. "You were right about the hotel. But I was trying to save money for the car."
He wrenched his jeans and underwear off as he joined you in the shower immediately backing you up against the tile wall making you thrum with need all over again. With his left forearm leaning against the wall, he tipped your chin up with his right hand and pressed his body against yours. He could have been intimidating if you weren't so in love with him and also outrageously turned on.
"Money is not an issue, okay?" he asked, his voice nothing but a deep rumble. "It's never going to be an issue. Pick out the car of your dreams, and it's yours. We will figure out the rest as we go."
You whimpered, "Okay, Daddy." Then you were moaning into his mouth.
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The next morning, Bradley felt a little bad about leaving you without a car, but Nat offered to stop by and pick you and your mom up for brunch. He also felt a little bad about how Bob got booted out of the golf foursome so your dad could join in.
Your dad was sipping a travel mug of coffee on the way to the golf course when he suddenly asked, "How did her car get totaled anyway?"
Bradley almost swerved off the road as he scrambled to point out the window at essentially nothing special as he said, "Did you see that?!"
"What?!" he asked in response, turning to look back.
Bradley swallowed hard and said, "Oh, nevermind. So, uh, how often have you been golfing this summer? Because I'm anticipating being pretty terrible myself. I haven't been out in months."
"Oh, well I told you about Jerry, right?" he asked in response, and Bradley knew he had your father safely distracted as he talked about his golf buddy that he'd known since college for the rest of the drive.
But the next issue arose when they actually made it to the golf cart and Jake started liberally handing out hard seltzers. "Oh, I've never had one of these," your dad told him.
"They're great," Javy promised, patting him on the back with a grin.
Bradley already had to share his clubs with your dad, but when he was tipsy by the ninth hole, Bradley had become his glorified caddy. When he looked at one of the cans, he realized why the three of them were laughing so much. These things had 12% alcohol by volume.
"Jesus Christ," Bradley muttered, considering texting you for help, but you were probably out with your mom and Nat right now. And he was supposed to have your dad home by four for a beach cookout and fourth of July fireworks.
"So why don't you tell us what you really think of your son-in-law, sir?" Jake drawled obnoxiously as he grinned back at Bradley. It was a shame Bob got the boot instead of Jake or Javy who currently couldn't find his golf ball even though it was on the green right in front of him.
"Bradley?" your dad asked as if Bradley wasn't standing ten feet behind him. "He's great! Love the guy! Although I have the sneaking suspicion that he was the one who totaled my little girl's car. She just loved that ugly thing, you know?"
"Oh yes, sir," Jake replied. "I've seen that car many times, and it truly was nothing to look at. But what would you say if I told you I know exactly what happened to it?"
"Hangman," Bradley barked. "Tee off. Let's get a move on."
You dad didn't even seem to notice anything was off as he cracked open another seltzer and said, "Oh, there you are, Bradley. Have you tried one of these drinks? They are absolutely delicious."
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You and your mom stood side by side on the front porch after lunch when Bradley got back home with your dad. He'd texted you to give you a heads up about the hard seltzers, but you were still surprised when he had to help your father out of the Bronco. He was completely drunk and wearing Javy's New Orleans Saints hat while he laughed hysterically.
"Oh... shit," your mom said, and she started laughing, too. "Bradley must have had a fun time today."
You had to hold your own giggles at bay as you watched your husband try to wrangle your dad who was now walking to check if there was anything in your mailbox.
"Mom, he's a mess!"
"Just think, if we move to San Diego, your dad can ruin Bradley's golf outings all the time."
You snorted. There had been some discussion earlier about your parents potentially selling the house in Maryland and making the move to be closer to you. It was all still hypothetical, but you loved the idea of having them nearby. However now you weren't so sure Bradley would share your sentiment.
"No, no, this way, Dad," he was saying, trying to coax your father up to the porch.
"How many did he drink?" you asked as your dad awkwardly patted your mom on the head before walking inside and collapsing onto the couch with Tramp licking his face.
"Not that many?" Bradley replied, running his hands over his face. "I'm sorry, but Jake and Javy were a nightmare, too. I had to drop them both off, because there was no way they could drive. And now we'll be late for this neighborhood beach cookout."
"It's okay," you told him, wrapping your arms around his waist while your mom went to get your dad some water. "You got everyone home safely. It's so fucking hot when you're responsible." You kissed the scars on his neck and added, "We could always just make dinner here and watch the fireworks from the back patio?"
The way he sighed in relief let you know that he thought that sounded like a better idea. "Only if that's what you want to do."
"That's exactly what I want to do," you promised him.
When you turned to walk away, he caught your hand and asked, "Did you give any more thought to what kind of car you want? I didn't like leaving you without one today."
You just shrugged; it still made you completely and utterly sad inside to think about it. You couldn't even imagine anything else parked in the driveway next to the Bronco. "No," you whispered. "Let's talk about it more next week? After they go back to Maryland?"
He nodded. "Serious conversations will include your car and some home renovations."
You looked from him to the couch where your dad was currently snoring and then back to him again. There was no escaping your parents at the moment. "Add San Diego real estate to the list, Roo," you told him with a peck on his cheek as you went in search of what you could make for dinner.
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Sunday afternoon was bright and gorgeously sunny. It was the perfect day for a baseball game. Bradley was nursing a beer at Petco Park while he held your hand, occasionally leaning closer to you so he could converse with your parents who were sitting on your other side. But every time he did so, it got a little harder for him to sit there and behave; you smelled so sweet, and you looked sinful in that shirt. Bradley could only think about the second date he took you on where you and he ended up on the Kiss Cam.
"I was wondering," your mom mused between innings, "how the car got totaled. Who was driving it?"
Bradley shook his mostly empty beer can and jumped to his feet, absolutely unwilling yet again to discuss the truth with your parents. "I am so thirsty," he announced, pretending he hadn't even heard her as you looked up at him with panic in your eyes. "Anyone else need a drink?"
"I'll take a beer," your dad said, eyes glued to the game as the bottom of the inning started.
"Absolutely," Bradley replied, silently shocked the man was still drinking today after his hard seltzer incident the day before. There was a beer vendor down at the bottom of the stairs, and Bradley hightailed it in his direction.
He bought two and turned to look back at you. Christ almighty, he was so fucking horny right now. He'd been in the mood for bed rattling sex, the kind where your voice was hoarse from screaming his name. Last night you fell asleep before he even finished cleaning the kitchen and joined you in bed, and he didn't want to wake you just to clamp his hand over your mouth again.
"Sir?" the beer vendor asked, trying to hand him the cans.
"Thanks," Bradley grunted, taking two steps at a time to get back to his seat. He could wait for the loud stuff since your parents would only be here for a little while longer. As he settled in next to you, he passed one beer to your dad and pecked you on the cheek. "Dad, you're supposed to be on a diet," you reminded your father while he ordered two more hot dogs from a different vendor.
"Aww, let him have some fun," Bradley said. "He's on vacation."
You rolled your eyes at him, probably annoyed that he ditched you to answer your parents' never ending attempts at learning exactly what became of your little shit mobile. "You're not helping, Roo."
Your mom just shook her head. "Your father has no self discipline. I'm referring to the junk food as well as yesterday's seltzers."
Bradley leaned in close to your ear and kissed you before whispering. "Is that where you get it from, Baby Girl?"
You quickly turned toward his smirking face. "I have plenty of self discipline," you told him defiantly. "Except when it comes to one thing." You let your hand drift up his thigh slowly as you turned toward the baseball game, feigning interest in the player up to bat. And then you gently palmed Bradley's cock through his jeans and squeezed.
He grunted, but he didn't move your hand away. Rather, he said probably loud enough for your parents to hear, "Do I need to discipline you right now?" It was honestly a wonder they hadn't pieced together what really happened to your car.
Bradley bit back a moan as your lips connected with his earlobe, and you whispered, "I need it." That's exactly how the two of you ended up in the family bathroom, with your jeans and panties pushed down around your thighs and your hands planted on your knees.
"You can't keep your hands to yourself in public, can you?" Bradley asked, rubbing his large palm along your ass and down to tease your pussy with his fingers before spanking you hard.
"No, Daddy," you whined, wiggling your butt back toward him for some more.
He spanked you again. "What's your punishment for grabbing my cock in front of your parents?"
You moaned so loudly, the sound echoed off the tiled walls. "Spanking," you answered, but it really wasn't a punishment at all. He knew it. You knew it, too.
As his palm connected with your gorgeous ass over and over, you didn't even try to keep quiet. Bradley let you be as loud as you wanted here since you couldn't scream his name at the house with your parents there.
"You are doing so well, Baby Girl. You ready for me to fuck you now?"
"Pease, Daddy!" you nearly shouted, and then he was inside you.
He wasn't going slow or trying to make you feel good, he was just fucking you hard and fast. Which was definitely working for you, based on the sounds you were making.
"You're always so fucking wet for me," he growled, hands wrapped tight around your hips. The slapping sounds of skin on skin filled the small space, along with his panting and your whimpers.
"I need it, Daddy," you gasped, voice getting higher as he felt the first squeeze of your pussy around his cock.
He grabbed your waist tighter to keep you steady as he said, "I'm going to fill you up. Fuck you full of my cum. And you'll keep it inside you for the rest of the day." His palm landed on your ass one more time, and then you were spiraling into your own orgasm as he came in your pussy.
A moment later, he watched his semen soak through your lace panties and drip down to the inside of your jeans as you pulled them up. "Oh my god, I love you," Bradley groaned as you opened the door. The line of unamused people waiting for the restroom had you and Bradley laughing as he wrapped his arm around you.
"That was fun, Roo," you said with a grin, placing a kiss on his neck. "I really learned my lesson, too."
"No, you didn't," he whispered, squeezing your waist and making you giggle as he led you back to the seats. "You're a brat, Sweetheart."
But now he was thinking about how badly he wanted this to be the one that took. He'd spend the rest of his life talking about how he knocked up his wife at a Padres game, but he knew it probably wasn't possible. While he tried his best not to think about it too much, he knew vaguely when your cycle would be starting.
He pulled you a little closer to his side and kissed your forehead. It didn't matter though. He wouldn't trade this feeling or his smiling wife for anything else in the world.
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You were always in tears when it was time to say goodbye to your parents. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted them to sell your childhood home and move to California, but you thought you'd better wait a few days before really discussing it more with Bradley.
Before you met him, he'd been on his own for so long, you were beginning to think he struggled a bit with sharing his space, which was kind of a revelation since he had never been that way with you. He had welcomed you to move into his home with him almost as soon as he purchased it, and you only saw a few glimpses of frustration from him in those early days. Bradley had an ease about him that made you feel comfortable, but you still knew he'd never truly opened himself up to a woman before you, and that included his living space. The fact that he loved and accomodated your parents as much as they did for him was important to you.
He unloaded the luggage from the back of the Bronco while you hugged your dad and then your mom on the sidewalk outside of the departures door for the airline. "I'll let you know if I'm coming to Annapolis for work in a few weeks," you whispered as your mom kissed your cheek.
"We can try to have dinner together one night," she replied. You watched your dad shaking hands with your husband before he pulled your dad in for a hug.
"That sounds nice," you told her as tears blurred your vision. You'd been crying so much recently, feeling overly emotional about your car and spending a ton of money on something that you didn't deem necessary. But these tears were the welcome kind. Your heart felt full of love instead of disappointment.
As your parents disappeared through the sliding doors, Bradley wrapped his arms around you from behind, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. "It's kind of late, but when we get back to our quiet house, we should talk about a new car, renovations to our house, and the San Diego real estate market. Me and you and a bottle of wine." Your eyes fluttered closed as one big hand slid down over your belly before settling on your jeans zipper while he kissed your neck. "Just as soon as I fuck you so hard in our bed that you're screaming my name with tears in your eyes."
You moaned as your parents waved through the window, and you and Bradley waved back before you spun in his arms and looked up at his warm eyes. "Take me home right now."
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Bradley was a sweaty mess underneath you as your head came to rest on his shoulder. His heart was still pounding, and his cum was slick and sticky between your pussy and his abs. The sound of your voice, soft and hoarse in his ear, gave him goosebumps as your fingers ran up and down his bicep, slowly tracing his tattoo.
"I love you."
He turned his head to kiss your cheek and rub his mustache along your ear until you laughed.
"You were loud as hell, Baby Girl," he rasped, knowing full well that he'd been vocal, too.
"Yeah, well, it's nice to have the house to ourselves again," you responded as you yawned.
"I knew you'd see things my way." Very gently, Bradley asked, "Do you want to talk about new cars?"
Another drawn out yawn escaped you as you rolled off of him. "No, I'm too tired, and I don't really feel like it."
Bradley kissed your shoulder as you burrowed under the blankets. Getting you to focus on this task was clearly going to take as much stamina as he'd just given you in bed. "Fine. We'll do it later."
"Mmhmm," you hummed. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
But Bradley wasn't ready for bed yet, and he knew that the next time your mom and dad were here, he'd need the physical separation. After he got himself cleaned up in the bathroom, he pulled on his boxer briefs, and Tramp followed him upstairs to the huge open space that the two of you only used for storage. It would be a project, but it would be worth it.
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If any of this sounded familiar, it's because we have reached this exciting point in the story of Roo and BG. Thank you for being here! Thanks for reading and reblogging and putting a smile on my face. Big thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls
PART 26
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oc + acc promotion!!
Name: Taeus
Age: Unknown (adult, presumably in their 20s)
Species: Buzzinga
Hobbies: Journaling, exploring, collecting, playing music!!
Likes: Anything spicy or sweet, warmth, being around others.
Dislikes: The dark, cold, silence.
Positive personality traits: Optimistic, helpful, kind
Negative traits: Jealous, cowardice, quick to assume
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Biography:
Taeus is one of the few(?) Buzzingas still out there, Taeus loves to approach people and make friends! Their open approach and easy going attitude really makes them seem more like a normal monster than a myth, especially considering how active they are with other monsters from other islands.
they're quick to get onto people's good side, though ignorance truly is a killer for them. They try their best to see the good in everyone, and treats everyone the same, because they don't see a reason to be mean to others. Even when around rude monsters, they try their best to be respectful and smile through it all, they treat everyone the same in hopes they'll be treated with the respect they give others, but it doesn't always happen. They don't like being vulnerable around people, they want to be seen as someone who is reliable and strong, so when they're upset, their instinct is to run away as fast as possible, they believe that if monsters see them cracking under pressure, they will see them differently.
They wish to find someone they can trust opening up to, but they just don't know where to start. While they are happy for and admire it, they are jealous of others who are able to express their emotions freely without worrying what others think. They are easy to scare, they are absolutely horrible with anything scary (even though a lot of monster tales are intended to freak monsters out, and that just so happens to be something they're very interested in) or anything sudden, they always plan ahead before setting out to adventure, the idea of getting lost in a place where they can't access their abilities freaks them out too much (and yes, this has happened once.)
They are often quick to assume given by appearance, voice, and the like. They are not explicit about this unless they feel nervous, and try to be as open minded as possible when it comes to communicating. They're pretty good at this, and their initial beliefs usually go away after a few minutes, but sometimes they'll slip out their thoughts/former thoughts without thinking.
Abilities:
- Musical abilities, well thats a given. They aren't super confident in their musical ability, but they're moreso focused on having fun then anything else.
- They can create portals to other islands.
- They can fly! (...Obviously)
- Their music *can* have a soothing effect if played right.
Fun facts:
- Taeus is one of the youngest Buzzingas to exist right now
- Taeus loves to collect flowers! They will often press them in to keep in their journals
- (headcanon) Buzzingas cannot survive in cold climates, and do very poorly when somewhere that is cold. Taeus is not an exception, let's just say their visit to cold island wasn't the most fun.
- They love to sing, but don't do it often.
- Their favorite color is teal
- They like to read in their spare time, they usually read what monsters recommend them.
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She was the eighty-seventh Nona of her House; she was the first Harrowhark.
Namedrop!! This gives me a small, tenuous hope, that Harrow might actually survive this book. I'm not hoping too much. But a little.
None of this had been kept from her. It had been explained to Harrow, year after year, right from the time she knew both when to speak and when to not. This skill came early to Ninth House infants.
I'm going to beat Harrow's parents with a stick for putting her through that. How fucking dare they.
Then everything changed, abruptly, forever. Harrowhark fell in love.
:o
...oh, no, of course, not Gideon. The girl in the tomb, of course, of course.
None of this would have broken Harrow’s spirit except that the mouth alone was perfectly imperfect: a little crooked, with a divot in the lower lip as though someone had softly pressed a dent into the bow with the tip of their finger. Harrow, who had been born for the sole privilege of worshipping this corpse, loved it wildly from sight.
Much like love in the living. Perfection does not hold attention well; it is the little imperfections which capture the heart.
How very Harrow, to fall in love with a dead girl.
She prayed often. Her brain took refuge in rituals. Sometimes she fasted, or ate the same thing for every meal, arranged in a specific pattern on her plate, consumed in the same order, for months on end.
Autistic Harrow. Perhaps schizophrenic. Probably both.
The only viable source of healthy XY had been located in her House’s cavalier primary, a boy seventeen years her elder.
So Ortus was only seventeen years older than Harrow. I have my theories as to why he was spared when all the kids were killed - it may have been as boring as "well, the House needed a boy to keep alive any chance of ever repopulating". Though, it was never meant to be:
Thankfully, their marriage would have mingled the Drearburh cavalier and scion lines beyond any hope of repair: Ortus Nigenad was an only child. Harrowhark had her parents quash the idea so enthusiastically that she cracked her father’s molar. The only virgin who could possibly be more relieved was Ortus himself.
No one at the Ninth likes sex very much, it seems, (aside from Gideon and her filthy magazines).
and with incontrovertible suggestions that Harrowhark really ought to marry this son of the Second, or this daughter of the Fifth-
Oh interesting! There seems to be some Gender Stuff going on here. (Eyes the necromancer-cavalier gender essay which I've been sent and have bookmarked for later reading) Unless it's not about reproduction in this case, but being gay is perfectly normal? Probably being trans is perfectly normal also? We just don't know.
Harrow seems to be under the impression that Ortus remained her Cavalier until the very end, until -
There had been another girl who grew up alongside Harrow—but she had died before Harrow was born.
Yeah, there's definitely something fucky and weird going on with Harrow's memories. Unless all of Gideon the Ninth was fake, a dream - this isn't that type of story, though, I don't think.
Didn't Harrow say, right at the beginning, almost pityingly;
"Oh Griddle, I don't even remember about you half the time."
Didn't she say that? What if it wasn't just scorn; what if it wasn't just said to hurt and dismiss Gideon; what if it was actually true?
Damn, Harrow might be even more messed up than I thought.
I love her and want to protect her forever.
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Midnight
[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]
Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) Book: Open Heart Word Count: ~400 Rating/Warning: General (all the fluff and kisses)
Prompts: @choicesficwriterscreations : Midnight Kiss ; @choicesdecember2022 kiss | middle of the night
Synopsis: Bryce and Olivia share a midnight kiss.
He tapped his phone. 11:58. So close. The light of the screen illuminated the dark bedroom. The blue glow highlighted her features. His lips pulled up as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. The screen timed out, darkness once more descending around them.
Bryce inched closer. The warmth of her quiet slumber caressed his face. He tapped the screen again. 11:59. Almost!
A slight glimmer showed in the corner of her lips. He ran his thumb tenderly, gathering the drop of drool. She had always been embarrassed and self-conscious by it, but he found it endearing, as he did most everything about her.
Bryce watched as the digits on his phone flipped to 12:00. Finally!
He pressed his lips to her forehead, then her nose, and her lips, kissing her softly and slowly, giving her time to wake.
Her mouth responded, following his lead, her movements messy as he pulled her from sleep.
"Hi," he whispered as her eyes fluttered open, meeting his despite the darkness.
Her face scrunched in confusion at the darkness around them. "What time is it?"
"Midnight."
"Wha—" She rubbed her sleepy eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Kissing you!" He smirked, his lips returning to hers.
"Yes," she smiled, pulling away from his kiss. "I gathered that."
"Then, we're on the same page; we can go back to kissing now."
Olivia chuckled quietly, holding her finger out to keep his lips from hers. "I guess the better question then is why?"
"It's midnight."
"Yes...Midnight on December 3rd, unless I slept for a solid month."
"Why should January 1st get all the fun?" Bryce kissed her again, enjoying the feel of her growing smile against his. "We can consider it practice. I know how you like to be prepared for things."
"Should I expect more nights of practice ahead?" She whispered into his lips as she kissed him again. "To make sure we're properly prepared."
"We want to get it right, don't we?"
"I don't see any way around it." Olivia nodded her agreement after a moment of consideration. "We'll have to keep practicing, but you know what they say: practice makes perfect."
"I think we're pretty perfect, but I'm willing to keep practicing to make sure."
"I think I could be persuaded to the cause as well."
"Oh, could you now?" He cradled her face in his hands, his thumb brushing over her pouty lips before drawing her in for a long, lingering kiss.
I didn't proof read this at all, sorry! I will but I realized it was Saturday at almost midnight and I wanted to write something since I haven't written a thing in over a month and then I had this random idea so I kinda wrote it in 15 minutes. Looks like I'll have one minute to spare! ahh! Thank you so so much for reading and putting up with my random craziness!
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Taking It Up a Notch
She glanced at her phone, reading the confirmation for what had to be the fifteenth time. "I put the spare key in your bag while you were in the meeting with Boss this morning. And I've made sure his schedule is full until 6pm. Everything is set."
"Thanks, Goldman. You're the best wingman a girl could ask for. ;)" she typed out, tapping send and digging through her bag for the key to Victor's car.
It was a plan weeks in the making. After so many birthdays together, decorating the house had become…well, stale. Predictable. Still tradition, but it wasn't enough anymore. She came up victoriously with the small piece of metal and slipped it into her pocket.
Her heart soared, feeling light with joy. Victor would never expect this! She snapped her purse closed and set it on the dining table, pausing as the vibration of the phone inside buzzed loudly against the wood. The girl pounced on the bag, snatching out the phone and turning the screen on in one smooth motion.
But it wasn't Goldman. Victor's name filled her screen. "Oh hey Mr. CEO. How can I assist you?" the girl answered in her very most innocent voice.
"Don't make too much of a mess this year, dummy." Victor's deep voice filled her ear and a broad grin spread across her face. "I'm sure you're already standing in my living room with bags of nonsense." The grin faltered just slightly, but she comforted herself with the knowledge that he'd never guess the other half of her plan.
"I have meetings all day! We talked about it this morning. Is the boss starting to lose his memory?"
Victor chuckled on the other end of the phone and she could picture him shaking his head with that helpless half-grin on his handsome face. "You are the worst liar I've ever met. We both know that a certain dummy is incapable of leaving my house alone on my birthday. The only meetings you have are with streamers and balloons." He chuckled again and the sound of typing filled the spaces between his words. "Just don't spread glitter or confetti all over, fair? Unless you want to clean it all up on your own."
"Fair enough. But in exchange, you can't work late, you hear me? I'll be incredibly disappointed if you make us late to dinner." With the phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder, the girl pulled bags of decorations out from beneath the couch and started to sort through them. "Gotta go or I'll be late for my meetings. Those balloons and streamers are sticklers for being on time, you know. I love you."
A long sigh answered her. "I love you, too. And I won't be late if I can help it. I won't make any promises I can't keep, though. I'll call you when I'm getting in the car, fair enough? Goodbye."
She pouted, but set the phone down on the table and sorted through this year's decorations. Streamers, banners, balloons, ribbons, check. The roses should be delivered in…she glanced at the clock…half an hour. Then it was just a matter of getting everything set, getting to LFG, and enacting "Birthday Mission Operation B."
The bags of confetti…well, they would have to be used elsewhere, she supposed. That Victor! He always seemed to know everything. What did he do, find the decorations under the couch and look through them? He probably did, the coquettish little imp! Probably grinned the entire time, too.
Flowers arrived exactly when expected, dozens of peach roses and magnolias to round out the decor and fill the house with their sweet scent. And rose petals didn't count as confetti or glitter, right? They better not, because she sprinkled them literally over his bedspread and in a trail leading to the bathtub where she dumped the rest for later.
Unlit candles in the proper places rounded out this year's spectacle. The house glittered with crystals catching the light, pleased the ear with a soft soundtrack, and tickled the nose with sweet fragrance. The girl nodded with the smile crinkling the corners of her eyes. "Alright, Mr. Victor. Let's see you guess the rest!"
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Goldman flitted around the office, doing his very best to act natural. Which, of course, meant he was utterly suspicious. Between every meeting, Victor smirked at his assistant just to see him squirm. Around 4:30, the second to last meeting ended and he called Goldman to his office.
The assistant arrived with a stack of papers and a guilty look on his face. “You needed me, Boss?” he asked, shifting the papers slightly to rest against his hip. “I’ve nearly finished recording these reports, and Mr. Baldwin is waiting downstairs for your final meeting. Did you want me to tell him you’re ready?”
“That will be fine. But first, I want you to tell me why you’ve been skulking around all day like you’re hiding something. What are you and the girl up to?”
“Nothing!” Goldman insisted, the word bursting from his lips the same time Victor finished his sentence. “I’m not up to anything! I swear! Just…uh…you know, keeping my promise to get you out of here on time. She made me swear I’d escort you out of the building if I had to.” He ran his fingers nervously through his fluffy brown hair, finding it difficult to look directly in his boss’s dark eyes.
Victor looked at him suspiciously, eyes narrowed but glittering with amusement. “Very well. Send up Mr. Baldwin. It wouldn’t do to keep her waiting to show me whatever ‘surprise’ she has planned this year.” He shooed Goldman out of the office and returned to his computer, the sound of the keyboard soon accompanying the ticking of his clock yet again.
Thirty minutes into the meeting with Mr. Baldwin, Victor remembered why he usually had Goldman schedule the man in the morning with other meetings directly after. He’d brought with him a fifteen page report, of which he’d managed to get through two. Without the pressure of knowing that the CEO had other obligations, he seemingly felt no pressure to fit within his assigned time slot.
Five-thirty came and went, six crept by, and by nearly seven they had reached the final page. “Thank you for your presentation, Mr. Baldwin. If you would leave that on the desk, I will go over it tomorrow. I happen to be nearly an hour late to meet with another person.” Victor stood and shook Mr. Baldwin’s hand, the plump man apologizing repeatedly for not realizing Victor had plans that evening. The CEO surely had changed in the last few years…
Goldman stood outside the office as the door finally opened, his face awash with relief. Despite never getting the angry texts he so fully expected, the guilt of breaking his promise of getting Victor out the door on time was eating him up. Victor chuckled and gestured toward the elevator. “Come on, let’s see what the girl has done to my house this year, shall we? I’m sure she’s quite distraught already that I’m an hour late.”
“You go on ahead, Boss. I forgot to grab my keys from my desk. I’ll catch up!” Goldman disappeared into his office and Victor carried on, a laugh rumbling lowly in his chest. He stepped into the elevator and pulled out his phone, leaning lightly against the wall as he pulled out his phone and dialed her number.
“Hi, I can’t answer the phone right now. Leave me a message, please!”
The familiar voicemail played in his ear and he sighed. Was she ignoring him out of annoyance that he was late? Or had she gotten so wrapped up in her preparations that she lost her phone again? Either was possible, truly. The only way to find out was to go home, so he stepped out of the elevator into the underground parking. Noticing that it was overly hot, he made a note to have maintenance check the heating system tomorrow.
His car was, unsurprisingly, the only one left in the lot. It was in the back corner, where the light above had gone out. Yet another note for maintenance, he supposed. As he approached, Victor couldn’t help noticing something strange about the windows. He saw…multicolored shapes inside? About five feet away he realized what it was: his entire car was filled with balloons. Back seat? All the way to the ceiling. Passenger side? Same story.
He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or roll his eyes. Had the girl really spent enough time blowing up balloons to fill the entire car? And how was he supposed to clean this up enough for both him and Goldman to fit? Victor pulled out his keys and finally settled on a laugh. Typical dummy behavior. He unlocked the door and climbed inside, staring at the balloons. Should he just…pop some of them? Or he could put them in the trunk, he supposed. Unless she filled that, too? These were all definitely going to end up in her apartment tomorrow…
As he thought, Victor thought he heard a small sound coming from the back seat. Almost like…snoring? He turned and shuffled a few balloons, jumping a little when he uncovered a face. A familiar and sleeping face. Sweat dripped down her cheeks and Victor panicked just a little, hoping she hadn’t overheated and fainted while waiting for him to get out of his meetings. Suddenly he realized why she’d been so intent on him getting out of work on time and he felt a pang of guilt deep in his gut.
At least he could start the car and get the air conditioning running. Victor inserted the key and turned, the engine roaring to life. The sound echoed in the empty garage and startled the girl awake. She jumped, eyes wide and a short squeal erupting from her lips.
“Looks like I’m the one who surprised you,” Victor rumbled, shaking his head at the look on the girl’s face. “Have you been waiting here all this time?”
She nodded and rubbed her eyes. On her cheek was a square, red spot where she’d been asleep on her phone screen. “I must have fallen asleep waiting for you to get done with work. But surprise!” She sleepily tossed her hands in the air, flinging balloons all over Victor. “What time is it, anyway?”
“Seven fifteen. You’re probably starving by now. Why don’t we stop by Delicioso on the way home and pick something up? I’ll have Goldman take us there before going to his home. Now help me get some of these balloons out of the way so I have somewhere to sit while he drives.”
The pair climbed out of the car, balloons spilling out as the girl opened the back seat. Goldman appeared out of seemingly nowhere, a smile pulling the corners of his mouth up toward his eyes. “Happy birthday, Boss! I bet you didn’t expect this!”
Victor shook his head and chuckled. “No, I can’t say I expected a car full of balloons and a sweaty, sleepy girl inside.” He opened the trunk and the trio began transferring balloons. Victor, despite keeping his face stern, couldn’t help but smile on the inside. He’d really lucked out with the most wonderful, loving partner on the planet. No, it wasn’t luck, actually. It was perseverance and patience. And a bit of a miracle on the side. Soon they were on their way home, and he found himself excited to see what else the girl had done for him on his birthday, purely out of love.
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anyone else here a fan of transistor? thancred & zaya. 2617 wc.
APARTMENT 14 > TENANT ALIAS: ZAYA > DOOR STATUS: LOCKED
They tried the doorknob anyways. No dice. The flickering aetherial text that only seemed to be visible to them disappeared in an array of sparks seconds after another condition—OBSERVED—appeared above the topmost one declaring them the apartment’s inhabitant.
At least they know now that the information given to them by that is true.
A laugh, soft and right against the curve of their horn. It felt like a caress, or a lover’s whisper, though Zaya didn’t know how they knew what either of those felt like. “Hope your key didn’t mysteriously fall into yet another drain; I recall Tataru getting tired of procuring you a replacement. Though we’ll still be able to get in either way, even without my lockpicking prowess. You can feel it, right? My spare? Seam to get it should be near your inner elbow, with how you’ve rolled up the damn sleeves. I always have to iron my coat twice after you wear it. Not that I’m complaining much. You look lovely in it.”
Zaya felt a faint prickle of heat come to life on their face as they pulled the small key out from the folds they’d made in the coat’s sleeve. It was a strangely shaped key, made not of metal but something golden regardless, with teal grooves that gave off a faint light, but it fit easily when they pressed it to the keyhole on the door handle.
Door unlocked, Zaya grabbed the greatsword from where they had leaned it up against the wall to consider the once-locked door and stepped inside.
“It’s strange, coming here with you, like this. Usually you’re already in bed by the time I get off work.”
The apartment looked like it had seen better days—not in the sense of monsters were here, like the city outside their doorstep, but in the sense of someone has not had the time to tidy up in a long while. There were empty mugs with coffee stains on the kitchen island with stacks of papers, and trinkets everywhere; on the counter, beneath the coffee table, stacked on top of books…
“Certainly looks as if a tornado blew through here. There, on the couch. That bag should fit most of anything you’d like to keep before we skip town.”
Zaya gingerly stepped around a few pairs of shoes, haphazardly taken off and not set aside in the entryway, and picked up the messenger bag from its place among the couch pillows. Nothing seemed to be in it, at the moment, but it did look like it would fit most anything so long as they didn’t want to take anything as large as the coffee table, with its resin fish in the clear tabletop. They slung the empty bag over their shoulder and looked at the table’s design for a few seconds before something on the coffee table caught their eye. Most of the decoration in the shadow-cast apartment was blue, which made what was on the table stand out even more.
Sword in one hand, Zaya leaned down to pick up the end of it not trapped beneath a heavy book. A purple flicker by the end crackled and expanded into letters.
HAIR RIBBON > LENGTH (ILMS): 20 > COLOR: CORAL PINK
“Ryne’s, unless that’s the one she gave to you. She’s been rather forgetful as of late; I keep telling her not to leave her belongings behind when we come here only for her to realize her gel pen or her nail polish is still here halfway across the district. I—she was at the Wandering Stairs. When they… well. She’s clever, and a deft hand with the daggers I gave her for her sixteenth nameday—mayhap she’ll find her way here on her own. Else we’ll need to take a trip to the Third District before leaving.”
Zaya tugged at the end of the ribbon, trying to slip it out from under the heavy book with a title they couldn’t read. Instead of the rest of the ribbon coming out on its own, it dragged along a small black-and-gold cylinder, wrapped in its embrace.
TUBE OF LIPSTICK > ORIGIN: DISTRICT OF THE TRANSCENDENT > SHADE: CHERRY WINE RED
“That would be Gaia’s. It explains why Ryne had makeup on before the party. I suspect that if Ryne manages to return, it will be with Gaia in tow, no matter that she would be safer back home than with us.”
They let the sword’s handle rest in the curve where their shoulder met their neck as they tied Ryne’s ribbon around the tube of lipstick and slipped them into a small pocket in their bag. The strange ridges on the handle felt the slightest hint warm against their scales; for a moment, Zaya imagined the touch of the handle to be a hand brushing away hair, before they remembered how silly that was.
There wasn’t much else of note on the table, so they looked up at the rest of the apartment. Nothing in the kitchen seemed of much worth, not enough to be carrying around assuming they would have to fight more of those things—Terminus, like that tall robed man had said before fleeing—so they turned and walked instead to the hall leading further into the dark. Their sword lit up the smallest area around them, just enough to not slam their knee into a shelf against the wall and to catch on the glass and metal that hung on the wall and decorated the top of the bookshelf.
FRAMED PICTURES > COLLECTION: 29 > FACES RECOGNIZED: 2
“Better we take those too. The less people the Convocation can tie to us, the better. I doubt any of your friends would fare any better against them than we did, much less your family. There’s a few thin scarves in one of the shelves to wrap them in, if you’re as worried as your furrowed brow makes you out to be.”
Sure enough, Zaya found the scarves—mostly blue ones, with a few teal and purple in between—and wrapped the pictures in them one by one. A woman with almost-glowing white hair that was as long as she was tall beamed up at a past version of them in one; in another, seven others in their colorful togetherness threw flower petals at them and a white-haired man with tattoos on his neck. A third had them standing alongside people with similar eyes, and the same colored scales, making food with flour puffed all over. That same woman from the first appeared again with a pink-haired woman as tall as them, distracting them as a lion-man even pinker behind them stood there with a cake and an elven person held a stack of cone-shaped hats in a fourth.
Zaya couldn’t recognize anyone in the pictures besides themselves and the man in the second, only getting the vague hint of warmth from what were clearly beloved memories. They were going to be terribly heavy to carry around if they grabbed every last one.
Wrapped in color, Zaya put all twenty-nine photographs in the messenger bag. Logically, they wouldn’t have all fit—they fit despite it, and the bag remained slim and light.
They almost stepped away from the hallway shelf when the enticing scent of something caught them midstep. A small bag on the end of the shelf caught their eye.
DRIED FRUIT > FRUIT TYPE: PIXIEBERRY > TASTE: SWEET & TART
“This should be in the kitchen, bluebird. Do you ask your sister to get you the tartest ones on purpose? I swear those damned things were only ever sour when I got the chance to eat them. Which I rarely did, mind you.”
Zaya rolled their eyes reflexively—what was so ridiculous about that statement? They couldn’t remember—and put them in their bag with the ribbon and tube of lipstick before moving on.
At the end of the dark hall was a trio of doors; they opened one and found a room more suited to a young girl, desk filled with pens and things for hair and a small, adorable cat-shaped lamp. The next one they tried was the bathroom, with a large mirror that Zaya could see themselves in even without stepping fully into the room. Their eyes widened as they saw themselves, hair falling out of the leather they’d used to tie it and facepaint cracked.
MIRROR > SURFACE: REFLECTIVE > PERSON(S) REFLECTING: 1
“There’s you. Still looking decently put together, even after I failed to save your voice. Wish I could say the same of myself. Remember to clean your facepaint off.”
On the counter, a small basin with clear water and a towel stained with blue splotches varied in intensity seemed to be set their just for that purpose. Zaya stepped in and leant the sword against the counter’s edge before they dipped the towel in the water, wrung it out, and wiped off the worn-out paint off their face.
It was even stranger, to see their face like this—bare of the extra color. Their skin seemed less warm in tone without the stark contrast, their scales too dark, their eyes less bright. If they were less sure of their hands, or their feet, they might have looked in the mirror and wondered who it was staring back at them. As if this body wasn’t really theirs.
“Looking lovely this evening. Though I am the most biased party, and there’s never a state in which I don’t find you so. You’ve missed a spot along your jaw.”
Zaya frowned and tilted their head. Sure enough…
They wiped off the stray spot and left the towel in the basin. Nothing in the bathroom seemed important, so they grabbed their sword again and dragged it behind them as they opened the third door at the end of the hall.
This door led to a large bedroom, not as thoroughly decorated as Zaya felt it should be—or perhaps simply decorated for someone that wasn’t them. There were nice, thick curtains, blocking out most of the city lights, and a few miscellaneous trinkets decorated what surfaces there were, but it all seemed like noise. Meaningless, even as they looked the room over once then twice trying to derive something from it.
What drew their eye first in the room wasn’t the collection of crystals glimmering in the beam of light slipping through the curtains, or the decorations hanging from the ceiling.
It was a pair of gloves sitting on the desk, over a collection of papers filled with pencil sketches.
STRANGE GLOVES > ENCHANTMENT: AETHER-TOUCH > STORIES TOLD: 3,653
“Those are…”
Zaya picked the gloves up and turned them over in their hands. They looked like they would fit them perfectly, so they slipped them on—
The blue stone that decorated the end near their wrist lit up, but little else changed about the gloves. Still, Zaya kept them on, feeling more right than they did before the facepaint came off. They did seem a bit bare, like there was more meant to fit on top of the black cloth gloves and the woven bracelet sewn on with the blue gemstones, but it was better than looking at their hands bare.
“The Convocation must have taken some offense to your skystories. I can’t fathom much else they would have wanted to kill you for. Luckily for us, they didn’t know about me.”
Zaya shrugged, not knowing what a skystory was but understanding the weight the word had through glancing at the sword; their would-be murder weapon. And now they were lugging it around, using it to kill horrific monsters that seemingly appeared out of thin air.
Strange evening.
A flash of light slipping between the curtains caught their attention next. Curious, Zaya set their sword aside, pulled open the heavy curtains and found the window wasn’t just a glass pane in the wall.
BAY WINDOW > ALLEYS TO WANDERING STAIRS: 9 > MOMENTS SHARED: 1,627
“Looks just as comfortable as ever...or maybe even moreso. Did you add more pillows again? I could have sworn there was more space to sit and lie down last time I checked. Not that I can lay down and put my feet up like this. You could, though. Maybe get some shuteye. I’m sure running halfway across the district hasn’t been easy, with this damn sword in tow.”
Zaya looked at the pile of pillows longingly, then glanced back at the doorway. Was it really safe to be sleeping?
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep watch for you. As I always have, and always will.”
There was that uncertain ache in their chest again, that phantom pain that Zaya had once thought was them imagining what it would be like for the sword to find its mark in them instead of where it had actually ended up. They looked to their sword—
THÝRA > PSŪKHḖ: 2 > KILLS TODAY: 1
“I’ll be just fine,” the sword—Thancred—said. The glow of the blade pulsed in time with his voice, painting the walls in soft colors. “The benefit of not having a body. Just prop me up in line with the doorway and keeping watch will be as simple as looking forwards.”
Zaya sat down on the cushioned seat of the bay window, considering as their eyes almost shut on their own just from the close comfort of the pillows. Of knowing they weren’t alone. Of the bay window and the things they couldn’t remember and could barely feel the warmth of. It would be as easy as that, leaving the sword and Thancred to guard them.
They didn’t want to.
Before they kicked off their shoes—horribly uncomfortable, they needed to remember to put on those nice ankle boots before they left—Zaya leaned over the side of the window seat and reached for the sword’s handle to pull it into the seat with them as they laid down. Not the most comfortable thing in the world. Whoever designed the blade had decided to make it nearly as long as they were tall, and with plenty of spikes and points besides—but the sword’s edge was dull when they pressed their palm against it. Pressed against, even, just to make sure. No pain or blood welled to the surface.
“Zaya.”
They looked up at the eye-like decoration in the sword, defined by the glowing lines that shifted from a light yellow to almost pink or lavender at times.
“You don’t have to. I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
Zaya pressed their lips together into an angry frown instead of a teary one and pressed their palm harder against the sword’s edge. Still no pain.
“Alright, point taken. Still…”
Whatever Thancred said next didn’t matter. They set him on the seat’s cushions as they went about adjusting all the pillows for their horns, and also to ensure the sword didn’t end up stabbing them in their sleep just to prove them wrong.
“Hey. Zaya.”
They laid down again and looked up at the sword’s strange eye.
“I wanted to—I just—mm. Don’t let me go. Alright?”
That, they could do. Their hand, the one that wasn’t pinned under them, wrapped around the handle of the sword. Zaya closed their eyes, curled up beside the sword close enough to feel a faint warmth coming off the metal, and tried to forget that they still didn’t know who Thancred was—other than the body in the street they had pulled the sword from with a strange, awful ache in their heart and tears brimming over in their eyes.
#ffxiv#ffxivwrite#ffxivwrite2023#thancred waters#c: zaya qestir#s: bound by faith#au: together again#elie writes#god this post editor is a fucking nightmare if you wanna have any fun ever#anyways. do you interact with everything you can in a game for the lore or are you normal#and if you consider yourself normal can i convince you of the merits of clicking on everything for lore bits
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ggghhh god i fucking hate tech culture. i love computer science, it's fascinating and powerful and complex and yet the main thing it's used for is dogshit slop that's making our society actively worse. the tech industry is tapping into something that's genuinely powerful and potentially revolutionary, just open tiktok and you'll see the sheer power of data and machine learning algortitms. AI, including but not limited to generative AI, is a technological marvel! image recognition, predictive models, the entirety of the goddamn internet, it's all fucking amazing! but that's the problem, isn't it. the way our society works means that all that reality-warping power is used to extract every last drop of money, time, and attention from as many people as possible. just open tiktok and you'll see what i mean. you can only understand it if you've experienced it for yourself. imagine if a fraction of the money poured into developing reccomendation algotithms that fill every spare second of your limited time on earth with useless slop was spent developing technology that made our lives materially better. i want to work in ecological management. imagine if we spent that money on collecting environmental data? if tiktok can distill such a potent formula for extracting human attention, what would happen if we gave that power to people who actually care about helping their communities? it's unacceptable that we as actual human people are being stripped for parts by these companies, our identities are being co-opted, sanitized and crystalized into nothing but fucking content. it's genuinely horrifying. data is powerful, but instead of using data to increase our understanding we're using it to understand less. to hijack the brains of millions of people, to inject useless shit that distracts us from the fact that they'd prefer the spark of humanity inside all of us to be snuffed in favor of predictable sources of attention and ad revenue. it makes me sick. and i honestly feel like i'm being taken advantage of as someone with adhd, like these apps know where the dopamine button is in my brain and they keep fucking pressing it, keeping me hooked and distracted and out of control of my own mind. i can't help but feel almost violated. machine learning algorithms are powerful, and the control they have over our lives is sickening. i've stopped using tiktok, i dont open twitter anymore, i'm trying to stop scrolling through instagram and pinterest for hours a day. we all have to resist this slop. make bad art, listen to people's messy and genuine thoughts and share your own with real actual human people. don't let the shape of your life be dictated by an algorithm. but don't fall into the trap of being "anti-technology" either. there's a reason it's being used to control us, and it's because it's powerful. i genuinely believe that we need more technology and computer science education. they say you can't use the master's tools to dismantle the master's house, but what if all the smart and compassionate people who want to make a difference had the skills to make their own tools? of course the people in power aren't going to let that happen if they can help it, but i won't let that stop me from trying. do you know how to pirate software? do you know how to spot AI images? do you know how to protect your online identity? if not, then learn. i love the posts that go around on here sharing open-source software and peer-to-peer sharing sites, because i think it's genuinely important for people to know how to use technology critically. technology isn't magic, tech companies just want you to believe it is so you can't make informed decisions. also, please learn some basic internet safety. don't incriminate yourself on social media or in public forums. don't share any identifying information about yourself. always assume someone can see your activity unless you've made damn sure they can't.
sorry for the long rant. hopefully nobody will read this but i just wanted to vent about some big feelings i've been having about my career trajectory and the work as a whole.
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keith has always been someone who wasn't exactly hard to read - but he wasn't exactly as toothless as he might seem to her at first, because despite the garage, the men he brought in to ensure that they were still CHUGGING ONWARDS despite what people like her did to mar their lives... well. like to like, she tells herself. though there wasn't much that he tried to do to hide it, his colours on display, jackets and bikes outside, parked by the dozen. and sure. some of them were criminals and annoying in their own right, but it's something she hardly cares for... unless their picture flickered across her own screen back on the bebop. then at that point? what was the point in bets on, or off, when she needed woolongs to keep fuelling the impossible greed of her own lifestyle. would he be offended for it? probably... she hates complications. staying around here too long, it left her soft, because why the fuck else was she turning that as a possibility in her mind to begin with? he was nothing, nobody, impossible, so why was she imagining it'd be like, a little bit shitty to hurt him like that?
FORGET IT... she orders another drink.
he talks about how she's behind, and she'll blame it on that. she's so steadfast, ignoring, ignoring, she's someone with blinders on, willing to charge without thinking things through. all that did was slow you down, and leave you weak, and maybe that idea of vulnerability was what freaked her out the most. it's a thing people can all but smell on you, and most, if not all people were plagued with ILL INTENT and a selfishness that she shares, but wants no part of. "i don't worry about anything." as if that landed, right, given the way that the words all but spit past her lips like venom. whatever. maybe she wasn't so cool after all, the drink delivered, and faye's got it slung back, back, a hand out. "another!" as if this were really, on the block ,her gaze cutting to him with a certain flinty annoyance to it. "now i'm all caught up. now what?" beat her, her ass. she was far too much of a person given to vice, greed and bad habits, any sense of discipline having long left her body. "have another one too now, since you're so sure of yourself."
oh, how she acts like a child for this. a scowl meeting his jovial expression, eyes narrowing, tongue clicking. the glass presses to her bottom lip, a miserable shutter as if she didn't dare acknowledge that he'd asked, that she'd spoken, that he'd responded. he's so jokingly casual it reminds her too much of someone else, and it frustrates her. NOTHING GOOD came of that kind of association, she thinks, the ice clinking within her glass, moisture rubbed off, distracted, against her thigh. "people want lots of things." green eyes darting his way, watching. he didn't look like the type that cared about money. there was a kind of greed that always stuck out, to her, but not him. he gave away too much. himself, his heart, his time, his care. she watches it all flood out in these spare days she walks about here whenever she's left hitched and stranded, waiting for her next ride out once her red tail was fixed and space-worthy again. "what. is it your turn to worry?" she'd have laughed, but this time... it's a little nice to have someone ask. who ever did anymore? faye doesn't have much of anybody around her anymore thanks to wondering peers and the great allure of things that couldn't be found at hand, but how could faye complain about it? she was just as much a stray. "it's dangerous, sure. but. i'd rather feel like i died doing something exciting. besides. i hate desk jobs. i'd rather get mine, my way. isn't that what you're doing?" turn it, spin it. she won't let him keep her on the ropes.
- @serxndipities
behind the largest smiles, the inked covered australian held heart ache. of course he wouldn’t admit to it nor mention it. he told himself he didn’t have time to dwell in the pain of great loss. he did for a while but he’s been pushing it further and further back within himself as he was convinced that it was over with. guilt played a factor which was one of the main purposes for the bike club. the bike was initially for his brother before the incident, now, he rides with grace knowing he wasn’t alone on the road or in the sky. it was hardly ever mentioned but when keith had to correct a fellow biker, it made him feel dirty. violence is what caused the hurt and he was recycling it when he had to deal with his own group or protecting their territory. other than that, that was the closest to crime that keith committed. even then, he still gives himself shit for it. in the world he’s in, he couldn’t show weakness, especially as a LEADER.
her laughter made his eyebrows raise as his own laugh started to make its way up his throat. “ I guess he seen a few hooters then. “ his semi-glossy glaze went over to the group of rowdy men with the same matching jacket as he was wearing. shaking his head in a mixture of disappointment and fondness. he didn’t have them around to replace his brother, he had them to make sure that they weren’t alone in the world. unlike himself. as long as he was able to form a safe bond between people who loved bikes, forming steady friendships, and unwavering loyalty. turning his head back to face faye, giving her his undivided attention. “ if I don’t torture myself who will? “ he couldn’t get through the whole sentence without chuckling. leather covered shoulders bouncing from the deep chuckle, “ you sound a bit concerned, faye. don’t care about me? “ maybe he was being charming but the question did hold a bit of weight for him. partially because he wanted to know but he was poking fun at her reactions. “ ah, I think I’m one more drink in. you should have gotten here earlier, I would have beaten you, valentine. “ leaning against the bar stool, keith felt the effects of his previous drink and the one he recently had. he kept his composure as he was sure that he was at his limit.
“ I didn’t say it was a dirty profession! someone is projecting. “ another joke as his arms were crossed against his chest. dark glass textured hues studied the femme before him. not trying to make it obvious of course so he’ll occasionally glance behind her or to his group. she appeared fickle but he wouldn’t press the matter anymore. not unless he notices an opening or cue. he just wanted her to know she had a safe place with protection if she needed it. he was going to properly answer her question but she cut him off. making a sly smirk spread across his lips, “ I wasn’t but now I am. what more could I want in life? hmmmm [ . . . ] more money, and a piece of mind.“ the last part being authentically himself. a true answer. “ I bet you feel like shit now. “ he laughed shortly before parting his lips to speak up once again. “ you had me at make your own schedule. sounds like you hit the jack-pot. don’t you get into a lot of danger though? [ . . . ] are you okay? “
#❝ threads ❞ ┆ the revolution will be televised !#❝ f. valentine ❞ ┆ interactions ┆ shoot before they shoot you !#❝ f. valentine ❞ ┆ heiress verse ┆ nothing good ever happened to me when i trusted others !#serxndipities
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HUGE batch of incorrect JCGTL quotes!
Deborah: You look just like I did at your age. Kiera: Please don't say that, Mom. (Source: A Goofy Movie)
Jonas: To prove you are the real Kiera, tell me something only the real Kiera would know! What did I write in your birthday card two years ago?! WORD. FOR. WORD. Kiera: Jonas, there's no way I would remember that. Jonas (hurt): I remember! (Source: Adventure Time)
Kiera: Strength isn’t your strength. Adorable cuteness is. Courtney: Can I use it to control others? Kiera: Um… yeah, sure! Just be righteous about it. (Source: Adventure Time)
Mark: Well, no rest for the sexy. Connor: That’s not the expression. (Source: Adventure Time)
Morgan: Uh, maybe we should hold hands? Lydia: … Morgan: For safety. Lydia: You’re absolutely right. (Source: Adventure Time)
Connor: (screams) Morgan: What was that?! Connor: I just thought about my anxieties and it's like my mind hand touched a hot memory stove. (Source: Adventure Time)
Brad: I'm responsible! Jonas: Me too! Brad: That's a lie! Jonas: It is a lie. And I take full responsibility for it. (Source: Adventure Time)
Adrian: If anyone tries to hurt Kiera, I will kill them. (Source: Adventure Time)
Chloe (to Justin): If at first you don't succeed, blame Mark. (Source: Animaniacs)
Jessica: Do you know who I am?! Jonas: Why, did you forget? (Source: Animaniacs)
Principal Mazlish: Students of Foxwood High School, I stand before you, because if I was behind you, you couldn’t see me. (Source: Animaniacs)
Connor: This coffee is nothing but hot bean juice! Morgan: That's what all coffee is. Connor: How could a member of my own family say something so horrible? (Source: Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Mark: Are you calling me a liar? Connor: No, I'm calling you an optimist, which is basically the same thing. (Source: Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Nate: Why are you all looking at me? Jonas: You're the idea guy. Nate: So I'm the only one who can ever come up with a plan? That's a lot of pressure. Chloe: You're also the complaining guy. Nate: That part, I don't mind. (Source: Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Connor: A cup of your best hot water with brown grit in it - unless, of course, by some miracle, your coffee shop has started selling coffee. (Source: Blackadder)
Jonas: Mess with us, and you will be mildly inconvenienced! (Source: Bob's Burgers)
Connor: as Morgan goes through his stuff Oh, no. I don’t mind. Go through all my dresser drawers if you want. Morgan: I knew you would understand! Connor: Stay away from my dresser. Morgan: But you said- Connor: I was being sarcastic. (Source: Doug)
Kiera (seeing Chloe's house for the first time): Wow. What an ugly little house. Chloe: Oh, yeah, it's not that palace of domestic abuse you live in. (Source: Family Guy)
Brad: I hope we put in enough baking soda. Kiera: 150 teaspoons should be plenty. Jonas: … "Teaspoons"? I didn’t know it was… teaspoons. Kiera: What did you think "TSP” stood for? Jonas: Uh…ten square pounds? (Source: Hey Arnold!)
Chloe: Connor's acting a little strange today. Morgan: Today? He’s strange every day. (Source: Hey Arnold!)
Jonas: The six of us are really good friends. We never get sick of one another’s insufferable personalities and irritating faces. (Source: Paper Mario: Color Splash)
Dorothy: If all the other kids jumped off a cliff, would you do it too? Brad: If that's all they were going to talk about afterwards, yeah. (Source: Recess)
Samantha: Thanks for driving me, Jonas. You're the sweetest big brother a kid could ask for. Jonas: And you're the annoying pet monkey I wish I never got! (Source: Recess)
Chloe: They'll listen to me when I introduce them to my good friend, Madam Fist! (Source: Recess)
Donna: crying Jonas: What's wrong, Mom? Are you picturing my future again? (Source: The Fairly Oddparents)
Mark (to Nick and Jared): You two don't do anything halfway, do you? Nick: Nope. We're two halves of a whole idiot. (Source: The Fairly Oddparents)
Jonas: If Kiera sees this, she's going to think I'm an idiot! Brad: And that would be news to her how? (Source: The Fairly Oddparents)
Brad: I feel like I'm doomed. Jonas: Well, you've lived a good life. Brad: I'm fifteen. Jonas: I said good, not long. (Source: The Fairly Oddparents)
Morgan: What are you doing? Connor: You mean with my life, or right now? Because the answer to both is nothing. (Source: The Fairly Oddparents)
Stephen: My dreams were shattered years ago. Adrian: How many years ago? Stephen: How old are you? Adrian: … (Source: The Fairly Oddparents)
Richard: I married the smart one! Monica: I married the… well, he's cute, right? (Source: The Fairly Oddparents)
Jonas: We got you, we got you, we got you! Nate: That’s not proper grammar! (Source: Tiny Toon Adventures)
Nate (about Chloe): That girl is the coolest dude I've ever met! (Source: Tumblr)
Jonas: Samantha asked me to hold her ice cream without eating any and I was like, I love you kid but some lessons you have to learn the hard way. (Source: Twitter)
#incorrect quotes#jonas corbin's guide to life#my ocs#long post#really long post#don't press the keep reading unless you have time to spare
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scream
― youtuber!park sunghoon x streamer!gn!reader
it's hard to stream horror video games when your neighbor is always filming dangerous mukbangs and screaming.
genre: e2l, neighbors au, angst to fluff, humor
wc: 3.2k
warnings: horror game mentions, cw food and mentions of cooking live things (inspired by this youtuber), sunghoon's a jerk at first :<, one mention of underage drinking (don't follow mc's example pls fisnfkskf), a few swear words
part of my youtuber enhypen series, the last upload! feel free to read on its own! ♞──────────────────────────♞
"AAAGH!" and there it is. your brows furrow upon hearing your neighbor's cry. does he not understand how thin these walls are?! there's a reason only college students stay here! grimacing, you ignore it and move your mouse to look around the dark house.
"oh shoot, i wonder if he's behind me?" you say to your audience while watching your viewers fill the chat with your custom subscriber emojis. "i'm going to do it, everyone, just―"
"OHMYGODOHMYGOD WHYYY?!"
more like why couldn't you be quiet?! you close your eyes in frustration but attempt to keep a straight face for the people watching you. "sorry if you heard that, i guess someone's having a bad day?" you chuckle nervously as you turn around in the video game to see a black slender figure. "oh! whoa, okay, i'm just going to run over here."
you got out of the creepy house and made it to the back of it to see a piece of paper on the wall. "oh, here! okay, this is going to be my last piece unless―whoa!!" the jumpscare comes up, and you're left taken aback as the game over screen appears. laughing at your shocked self, you're filled with glee upon seeing the audience laugh or scream with you. "that was really fun, everyone. i got some homework to do though, so i'll see you all next time i stream! bye bye!" you wave goodbye to the camera and watch as the viewer number drops gradually. after a few minutes, you shut off your stream, place your headphones on its stand, and push back in your secret labs chair with a sigh. "why did i have to live next to a maniac...?" you grumble.
you got out of the creepy house and made it to the back of it to see a piece of paper on the wall. "oh, here! okay, this is going to be my last piece unless―whoa!!" the jumpscare comes up, and you're left taken aback as the game over screen appears. laughing at your shocked self, you're filled with glee upon seeing the audience laugh or scream with you. "that was really fun, everyone. i got some homework to do though, so i'll see you all next time i stream! bye bye!" you wave goodbye to the camera and watch as the viewer number drops gradually. after a few minutes, you shut off your stream, place your headphones on its stand, and push back in your secret labs chair with a sigh. "why did i have to live next to a maniac...?" you grumble.
as if on cue, another scream is heard from the other side of the wall. "EEE! oh my god, i'm going to do it, i'm going to do it!"
what on earth was this kid doing that he was screaming every weekend? you didn't even scream that much, and you played horror games for a living! your stomach growls as you're thinking this and as a living human being, you listen to it and get up to make ramyeon. however, even as you're making your dinner and even as you're trying to enjoy it with some show playing on the tv, of course, you have to be subjected to your neighbor's loud yells. once you're finished, you notice how oddly quiet it is and decide to give whoever this guy was a piece of your mind.
marching over with your keys in hand, you knock aggressively on apartment no. 505 until it opens. behind the door is a tall male with a face so well-proportioned you're thinking it's possible that some being above sculpted it themselves. his nose is accented with one mole on the side of his nose bridge and another a few centimeters under the opposite eye. "can i help you?" his rich voice asks with a slight sting to it.
you snap yourself out of it by blinking, incredulous that you almost forgot your mission just because he has a handsome face. "yea, you can help me by being quieter," you boldly state with your arms crossed in front of your chest. "you realize you're not the only one living in this complex, right? the walls are so thin, i can hear you screaming every time."
the male raises an eyebrow at you and scoffs to the side as if he can't believe what he's hearing. "can you just deal with it? some of us have to make a living."
"news flash, dude, that's all of us! the only people who would be willing to live in this place are college students! listen, i stream horror games for my work, and i don't even scream as loud as you," you retort and point your index finger from you to him. "so i think you should learn how to keep your volume down."
"and why haven't i heard these complaints from anyone else?" he tries to debate back.
"maybe because they're just quietly tolerating you. as for me, i can't anymore, so take this as your first warning, room 505." you turn around quickly with a huff and speed to your apartment next door.
as you're above to close the door, you hear him shout back at you. "my name's park sunghoon, room 506. remember it, because i'm going to make your life a living hell."
"l/n y/n, park sunghoon. we'll see about that." with that, you both simultaneously shut your doors with a slam that causes the walls to shudder a bit.
oh, he kept his promise alright. from stare-downs in the hallway, to bringing weird live animals in the elevator at the same time you're in there, to snarky remarks at the entrance that almost always lead to fights, park sunghoon has definitely made your life hell. to make matters worse, his screaming got even louder. you're sure that's a violation of some rule, right? wrong, the management for the building doesn't care all too much, as long as he's not doing anything illegal and nobody else has complained. you get what you paid for is the right saying here.
you were not having it. as a streamer and college student, weekends are your days with the freest time, and he took that from you. you found out that he was not just a college student but a youtuber, one that filmed dangerous mukbangs with live animals that he would then cook and eat, and because of that, he had also chosen to film on weekends. that was exactly why you had always encountered his screaming on days you were streaming, and now, tired of how petty he was, you decided to just cram your weekdays with school and streaming.
at first, it was fine, but as your days became packed with more studying on the weekends at the library to avoid sunghoon, you grew tired: tired of the crammed weekdays and for god's sake, tired of living your life running away. taking out a bottle of peach soju that your upperclassman dancer friend had snuck for you, you pop it open and make your way to the balcony that you barely used.
as you take a swig of the alcoholic beverage, you prop yourself onto the railing and gaze at the buildings before you, their lights blinding you from the stars of the night sky. maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's your low energy state, but something compels you to scream. "i'm so tired!!" you yell out to the skyline. letting out a sigh, you plop down into the spare plastic chair and go for another drink.
"drinking your worries away? that's not going to solve anything," a male voice speaks up. your eyes catch sight of sunghoon, who has slid open his own balcony door. he's dressed in a casual beige hoodie and sweats as if he had spent the day just relaxing.
"as if you care," you mumble with your lips pressed against the green glass. "you're literally at the root of all my problems."
he scoffs at your statement. "this again? look, i'm getting tired of you placing all this blame on me when i'm—"
"are you so sure about that?" you calmly and sternly interrupt. the alcohol really has unlocked your usually inhibited thoughts. "why did i move my streaming days onto the weekdays when i normally spend them studying? because your screaming on the weekends always got picked up by my mic. why do i get 4 hours of sleep every day and study all night at the library on weekends?" it's like when sunghoon had taken a stick to prod at you, the floodgates burst open. you weren't stopping until you gave him a piece of your mind. "because i have to cram my streaming schedule and studying schedule to accommodate to your filming one. maybe i am blaming you, but i've tried my best to do my job all while studying and having to deal with an asshole like yourself who's so inconsiderate that he can't even do one thing for his neighbor who's practically dying to adjust their lifestyle because of someone else's."
your neighbor goes silent after that, choosing to just sigh and go back inside his apartment. you relish in the silence that comes after he shuts the door and down the rest of your bottle before heading back inside yourself. strangely after that incident, you heard less and less of sunghoon on the weekend and thus were able to return to your normal schedule. even while passing by him, he kept his mouth shut and would just nod a cordial hello. you guess what you said that night really got through to him.
and he proves that because after about three weekends, you hear a knock on your door. upon opening it, you're surprised to see sunghoon behind it, his hands behind his back as he shifts side to side. "oh, hello sunghoon," you greet him awkwardly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"hey y/n," he returns. the youtuber stops fidgeting for a moment and bows after gathering up some courage. "listen, i just want to say i'm sorry." he looks up at your face, searching for some sign of hatred and he thankfully finds none, so he continues. "i didn't realize how much of an asshole i was until you said that. i was just thinking about myself and not about you or anybody else. i hope i was able to prove it to you these past three weeks, and i promise i won't go back to my old habits."
your silence is not so reassuring, so sunghoon nervously lifts his head to peek at your face to find an astonished expression. you stammer a little bit and hold the doorframe to keep yourself in place. "u-uh... gosh, i don't know what to say, sunghoon," you stutter. then, you notice another neighbor exiting the elevator, looking at the two of you strangely since sunghoon is still lowering his head. "oh! you can stand up straight now! please."
he does as you say, smiling sheepishly, and you notice how much better he looks smiling than the usual smirks he had sent you before. "apology accepted, sunghoon."
"r-really?"
you nod. "i mean, you really have proven yourself lately, so i don't see why i shouldn't."
"great!" his smile grows wider, making you blush and look anywhere but his face. "then i have a surprise for you to start over." you shoot him a confused look that he disregards out of boyish excitement. "close up, come over to my place for a few."
"o-okay, give me a moment, i'll be right over," you say as he rushes back to his apartment. you hurriedly grab your keys and look in the mirror next to your door to smooth out your hair before you're scolding yourself for caring about looks when he literally just saw you. closing the door, you lock up, head over to room 505, and knock.
"it's open," his voice calls from inside, and with that, you push the door open to find the living space of your own apartment, except totally flipped. to your left is a small living room, complete with a two-seater couch, a tv stand, and a tv. whereas to your right, there was a dining room fit for two, the kitchen right behind it before a hallway leads to the single bedroom and bathroom. you're too busy taking in this opposite room that you don't notice the fish tank on the round table full of live fish. "come over here," he says with an enthusiastic grin.
"yah, park sunghoon. what in the world is this?" you say flabbergasted.
"i'm showing you what i do for a living and cooking you a fresh meal," is all he has to say as you grimace and reluctantly move towards him. "this is my second time cooking it, so it should go a lot better."
"and what exactly is... it?"
"mudfish, way less than what i usually have for mukbangs though." you know, you had completely forgotten what the guy did on youtube since his handsome face distracted you for a handful of moments, but now reality had set in for you: he was going to do this live in front of you.
if you're uncomfortable with cooking live fresh food, please skip to the next italicized line!
"i swear to god, park sunghoon, if you do anything stupid, consider this restart invalid. you'll be hearing from my lawyer," you unsuccessfully warn him as you watch him put on some gloves and grab a cup of salt.
"relax, you're with me. i'm practically a pro," he tries reassuring you, but then he sprinkles the salt inside the tank. the fish start splashing around violently, causing you to let out a small yelp as some splashes of water get on you. "yaaah, this is way better than last time!"
"is this what you do every weekend?!" you shout at a low volume and cover your eyes with your hands.
"you can look now, it's fine," sunghoon says, pointing at the fish. you peek through the gaps between your fingers to see that the fish have stopped moving. sunghoon smirks as you take your hands away from your face. "see? i'm a pro."
coating and deep frying starts here!
he starts to coat them one by one in egg and flour and lays them down on a baking pan lined with paper. you watch as he handles each one delicately with concentration. "do you want me to start the oil?" you offer.
"oh! that would be great, thanks! the wok is already on the stove, just turn it on," he explains. you find the wok exactly where he had told you and turn on the gas stove accordingly, as if you've been here hundreds of times before, but in reality, you just have the same appliances. by the time the oil has been heated to the right temperature, sunghoon has already finished coating the fish. the two of you work together to place each one in the oil, listening to them sizzle and pop.
"we make a good team," sunghoon comments once every fish has started frying. you take care of the tongs and move them around when appropriate. "you should come by and guest star in one of my videos."
"if it's anything like today's, no thank you," you politely reject.
"what if... i invite you to eat after i cook?" he shoots his shot again. rolling your eyes playfully, you see that the fish are all thoroughly fried and turn off the fire. with his own tongs, sunghoon puts the fish on the plate as you go off to prepare two bowls of rice. the small dining room table gets cleaned up, so the two of you can start your meal. "okay, your answer?"
"depends on how good this mudfish is," you reply, holding up a fried fish with your chopsticks. he follows suit, and you two cheer your meals together.
"i'll eat well," the both of you say in harmony. finally, you take a bite of the crispy fish and hum in satisfaction, your eyes widening.
"mm! it's really good!" you compliment as he takes joy in your pleased expression.
"i'll take that as a yes to my question then?"
"hoon, i'll come over whenever you want me to," you exaggerate.
"deal," he accepts quickly so that you can't take it back. and that's how your first meal went with park sunghoon. soon enough, one meal turned into two, to five, to ten, until you're basically spending a lot of time with the youtuber. pretty much every weekend, you and sunghoon set it up so that you would cook and eat together in the afternoon so that you would have the rest of the evening to stream.
at some point, you find out that his major is biology, which is similar to your own in biochemistry, so your time with sunghoon extends to studying together and eventually gaming. one of you is always at the other's place and vice versa like you couldn't be without each other for a single moment.
you're eating takoyaki with said boy in your apartment this time, staring at his well-proportioned facial features as you chew slowly and think. he catches your unwavering gaze and chuckles. "is there something on my face, y/n?"
"i'm just thinking," you vaguely reply.
"about the thing on my face?" you shake your head at this. "then what is it? i know i'm really handsome and all, but you literally see me all the time."
"that's exactly my point!" you cry out as if you hit eureka, shocking him in the process. "we're together all the time. we were literally enemies at first, and now it's like we're dating! what is this, some kind of shitty fanfiction?" yes
"well, do you want us to date?" luckily, you had just swallowed the last bit of your takoyaki ball because that could've made you choke. instead, you suddenly start coughing, and he pushes your water towards you.
the coldness of the water does nothing to help your rising temperature as you take big gulps of it. "wh-what kind of question is that?" you ask, patting your mouth dry with a nearby tissue.
"a serious one," he answers nonchalantly. "because i like you." stream dreamcatcher BEcause
"huh? since when?" you're practically in disbelief. no way sunghoon liked you back. you had just discovered your own feelings not too long ago when you had tucked him in after an intense study session and he whispered your name. ever since then, you got butterflies in your stomach around him, and not because he made it a mukbang. (but you wouldn't put it past him?)
the male rubs the back of his neck. "it's been a while. i just know that i like you."
"st-stop saying that!" you wave your hands in front of your face frantically to hide the redness you know that has spread all over.
"oh? or what, room 506?" he gets up from his seat across from you to prop his elbows on the table, getting a closer look at your cute, embarrassed appearance as he rests his head on his hands. "make me," he prods some more.
reminiscent of the first time you cooked together, you peeked through your fingers to witness his adorable grin waiting for you. as if wanting you to seal the deal, he closes his eyes and smiles with just his lips. you shyly reach out to grab his cheeks, taking a moment to brush the fringe out of his eyes so you can adore the moles that dotted his face, and slowly bring your own lips towards his to press them together in a kiss.
it's short but sweet, and soon you're pulling away and finding your fingers more interesting. sunghoon's eyes flutter open and fondly gazed at you. "be mine?" he speaks up.
"if you stop making my heart scream, then yeah," you mumble, stealing a glance at his smug smile. he laughs, stands up, and walks over to your side of the table. turning your chair around as if you weighed nothing, he places his hands on the table behind you, engaging you in between his long limbs.
"sweetheart, that's the whole point," he says, leaning down to chase your lips and kiss you until your heart can't take it anymore. you're both screaming on the inside as your hearts keep pounding in your chests, but at least this time it's from your pure feelings towards each other.
a/n: omg this is the last of captured on camera EEE thank you all so so much for being here with me on this journey of my first one-shot series <3 this really shows my growth as a writer, and i'm so glad i could share it with y'all! i hope you all look forward to my next one-shot series~
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'TAKING THE TIME'
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Lately time together was frequently interrupted with each 'emergency' and you were dedicated to improving your grade in chemistry. And Preston was hoping on every star that your relationship wasn't reaching a breaking point. You barely saw each other unless it was in a classroom and he hoped you wouldn't decide that you had drifted too far apart and end your relationship.
You smiled at Preston when he offered to help you study, knowing you were placing a lot of pressure on your shoulders. "Sure!"
Preston grinned, relieved you had agreed. "Great!"
Later that day you were waiting for Preston to arrive, deciding to work alone when he was late. You were scribbling down notes when he entered, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips as you tore out the page you had been writing on.
"Sorry, I'm late."
"It's fine. This is hopeless anyway."
Preston frowned, looking at the doorway when his friends appeared, asking for his help with an 'emergency'. Preston reluctantly left momentarily to provide the team with the help they needed, returning to find you taking a water bottle from your backpack and a smaller pill bottle. When he saw you shake four of the pills onto your hand, Preston was by your side almost instantly, taking the bottle and the pills in your hand, placing them back inside.
"What are these?" He read the information on the bottle, glancing at you when you replied.
"Energy pills. Stops me from burning out." You reached for the bottle and Preston held it out of reach before tossing the bottle in the trash.
"You don't need these. Trust me, they'll do more harm than good." He said. "I can help you study."
"I thought you had an emergency?"
"My friends have got it covered. I can spare a minute." He sent you a small smile and you returned it.
"You don't have to -"
"I want to."
You wrapped your arms around him, kissing his cheek, causing his smile to grow. "Thank you." You turned to the desk, missing his adoring gaze.
Your eyes observed him as he read over the textbook page that detailed the experiment and a smile formed on your lips. You were grateful that he was taking the time to help you when you needed it.
Preston met your gaze as he spoke, explaining what the experiment should accomplish, pausing when he saw you were watching him. "What is it?" He asked nervously, afraid he had been rambling.
"I love you."
A smile formed on his lips. "I love you too." He said. "Now, we need a beaker..."
You maneuvered around the chem lab, preparing what you needed for the experiment. Preston hadn't realized until that moment how long you had been stressing over striving for success until you patted your cheeks to keep yourself alert, and he wished he had taken the time to help you study sooner.
You watched the liquid in the beaker bubble, turning into various colors before the liquid turned clear when the bubbling stopped, and you laughed lightly while Preston grinned at the successful experiment.
You placed a hand on his arm, kissing his cheek. "Thank you."
"Anytime." He replied, placing his arm around your waist.
You smiled softly, placing a hand on his cheek, leaning up to press your lips to his. As you pulled away, his eyes opened to meet your gaze, and he could see the emotions in your eyes - emotions he was afraid would fade in time. But as you stared up at him he was reassured that those emotions would remain there for a long time, as would your love for him.
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Appointment
Dr. Thomas Fischer x Fem!Reader AU Oneshot
Summary: You have an appointment with your OB/GYN today. Unfortunately, the man just happens to be the subject of your latest fantasy.
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: Minors DNI - Explicit 18+ NSFW smut (including f!stimulation with medical tool & fingers, consensual sex), medical/doctor kink, unethical medical practices & behavior, heavily detailed medical procedures (breast & pelvic exams), reader anxiety, infidelity, secret fantasy, explicit language, twist ending
A/N: Please heed the warnings, and please don't click 'Keep reading' if you are not willing to see such content.
This fic is shameless, born both from writing the last fic & the several Dr. Fischer posts by @scuttle-buttle. But I'll use it for a quick note - please take care of your physical anatomy, friends. Despite how awkward and uncomfortable the various exams can be, I encourage you to please find doctors that you are comfortable with and stay vigilant on your health. And, now....
You sat on the exam table, bare beneath the open-in-the-front gown wrapped around your torso and the thin sheet draped across your legs. The table’s crinkly paper stuck to the skin of your legs as you waited for the doctor to arrive, wondering how much longer he would be.
Not that you were in a hurry, really. Ever since meeting him six years ago, you’d struggled with your insane attraction to him. How could you not? With lush hair, chocolate pools for eyes, and dark facial scruff that you wanted to scratch your skin - he was exactly your type. Even picturing him in your mind’s eye as you sat on the table made your heart race, and fuck - you were too sexually frustrated for this OB/GYN appointment today.
The door opened and your heart rate kicked up a notch. Of course, he looked just as gorgeous as you remembered, with his side-swept hair and well-kept beard above his white coat and pale dress shirt. A black stethoscope draped around his open shirt collar, and you tried not to stare.
He flashed you a pleasant smile as he closed the door, speaking in those soft, faintly-accented tones. “Hello, good to see you again.” He said your name, and you’d always liked how it sounded. “How have you been?”
“Fine, good.” You forced a smile to your face, despite the unwanted heat booming along your skin. “It’s been a good year. Uh, how about you?”
His smile widened for a quick second as he perched against the counter. “Just fine, thank you.” He dropped his gaze as he opened your chart. “Any major changes in your health this past year?”
“No.” You confirmed as your thighs pressed together of their own volition.
“And are you still happy with the IUD? Looks like you have two years left until it needs removal.”
You nodded. “Yes, still happy with it.”
“Good.” He nodded in return, still scanning over your chart’s notes. “And, still sexually active in a monogamous relationship?”
“Yes...well, whenever my husband makes the time, at least.” You swore you saw a flash of surprise across his face, but whatever it was, he caught his reaction and schooled it quickly.
He flipped back to the front page of your file. “Well, we did your Pap smear last year, so we shouldn’t have to do one this year unless we find something of concern. We’ll do your exam, check your IUD strings, and get you on your way.”
You nodded, shifting against the crinkly paper, wishing he hadn’t mentioned the string check. But even if you didn’t need a Pap smear, you would never be spared the speculum as long as you had the IUD implant.
He dropped your file to the counter with a small, closed-mouth smile before he approached the table. “So, we’ll start at the top and work down.”
You released a deep breath as he stood in front of you, catching a waft of his delicious cedar and spice cologne on the inhale. He spoke, firm and soft. “Look straight ahead.”
You did as he said, resisting the urge to squirm as his warm, dexterous fingers fell against your neck. He felt along your throat, vocal chords, and thyroid. You tried to look anywhere but his sharp, kind eyes, focusing on a point over his shoulder and hoping your avoidance wasn’t too deliberate. You were already struggling to keep your breathing even, and you wondered how much he already knew about your anxious state.
His fingers brushed twin points along your throat. “And swallow.”
Nothing about his words should make your mouth go dry, but the pitch of his voice absolutely did. You forced a swallow, trying not to choke on air.
His hands fell away, seemingly satisfied before he reached for his stethoscope. “Now, for your heart.” He fixed the earpieces as he placed his right hand on your shoulder and pressed the chestpiece to your heart over the gown’s thin fabric. “Deep breath in, and out.”
You heard his words, of course, but following them was another matter when the heat of his hand on your shoulder was so comforting, so distracting. Your heart pounded, surely deafening him as you drew a slow inhale before pushing the breath back out. At his silence, you took another breath, trying to ignore the steady weight of his hand.
He pulled the stethoscope back, face pinching with careful concern. “Your heart is racing, but otherwise, no concerns.” His right hand squeezed your shoulder ever so supportively. “Are you nervous about something?”
Embarrassed heat rushed along your skin as you shook your head. “No...not about anything in particular.”
He hummed low in his throat, considering your words. “Did something happen in the last year that could be triggering your reaction now?”
Other than you finally admitting to yourself that you had a thing for your unfairly attractive OB/GYN - no, nothing else had happened. And instead of squashing the thought, you indulged the silly little fantasy and let it grow in your mind until you were helpless in this moment.
You drew a breath, feeling your skin burn further as his thumb started to stroke a comforting pattern on your shoulder. “No...just - I guess another year older, and it’s just another chance to find something concerning.”
That seemed to satisfy him and his hand fell from your shoulder. “Well, that’s exactly why these annual exams are so important. Prevention and early detection are key.” He looped the stethoscope back around his neck with practiced ease. “Lay back, please, and we’ll continue.”
You nodded, glancing back to align your head with the flimsy pillow under the uncomfortable paper. Staring at the ceiling tiles above, you resolutely refused to look at him. Liquid heat already gathered in your center and you didn’t need to encourage its spread with the image of his amber-brown eyes looming over you.
“Right arm up, and we’ll start with the right breast.” His voice floated over you, and you caught the top of his head in your peripheral as he stepped to the table’s edge.
God, you knew it was going to get worse but shame burned through you as you raised your arm to rest over your head. Gently, the edge of your open gown peeled away under his touch, and his warm fingers descended on your supple flesh. Of course, his touch was clinical, searching around the gland lobules for any concerning lumps, but you couldn’t shake the tender warmth or capable strength of his hands as they moved. Your nipples stiffened of their own accord, suddenly desperate to feel his thumb and forefinger close around the sensitized bud. Your legs shifted as you forced a swallow, praying to whatever deity would listen to keep from making a traitorous sound.
His hands moved away without giving you the relief you craved, and you nearly whimpered as he spoke. “And now, for the left.”
You switched your arms, taking another deep breath as he parted your gown on the other side. Again, his fingers returned to perform the routine exam and you felt yourself grow helplessly wetter. Fuck, you were so beyond fucked...after this, there would be no hiding from him. You forced yourself to take another deep breath, nibbling your lip and still steadfastly staring at the ceiling as your toes flexed anxiously.
His fingernail scraped the edge of your nipple, and you jolted against the exam table with a gasp. Your vision suddenly filled with his gorgeous face, the dark moles along his cheek and under his right ear so prominent from this angle. “Was that a tender spot?” Again, his fingers moved over the skin just below your nipple and, again, the edge of his nail dragged a delicious friction.
You bit your lip against a whimper, not wanting to admit the truth. “N-no, not tender.”
He didn’t look convinced, but his hands finally relented and he stepped out of your vision. “You can sit up for a moment, if you want.” He adjusted the edge of your gown to restore your modesty before he moved for the end of the table.
Pushing up on an unsteady elbow, your stomach pitted with absolute dread to watch him extend the stirrups. All too soon, he would see the evidence of your shame, the evidence of your burning, uncontrollable desire.
He caught your gaze with the hint of a knowing, supportive smile. “Like every other year, hips to the end of the table, please. And feet up.” He turned his back as he stepped over to the counter, giving you a moment of relative privacy to assume the awkward position.
The paper crinkled beneath you with a deafening finality, and the fabric covers of the stirrups did little to disguise the shape from your heels as you again lay back against the table’s surface. Of course, you kept your knees together under the thin sheet, or, at least as together as you could manage. You weren’t going to fully expose yourself until you absolutely had to.
You stared at his back, powerless to not admire the broad line of his shoulders in the white coat and the competent ease with which he wore it. He sat on the wheeled stool, and you could just see where he’d laid out the speculum, and lubricating jelly beside it. You tore your gaze back to the ceiling as he turned around, the wheels of the stool rolling against the floor back towards the table.
Fuck, fuck...your cheeks started to burn and your breath quickened.
His hand gently knocked at your clenched knees with an almost teasing, but encouraging scold. “Come on, you know the drill - knees apart, please.”
Wishing the table would open up and swallow you whole, you let your knees go slack and thighs fall wide as he adjusted the sheet back to expose your core fully to his gaze. The click of a lightswitch sounded and you refused to look or breathe as his gloved fingers gently prodded around your labia and other sensitive folds, looking for any visible signs of illness or concern.
Of course, his fingers found your natural slick without even trying. Of course, it spread around your skin under his examining touch, and of course, your already swollen skin ached further under the pressure of his gloved fingers. You drew a trembling breath, tensing against the table to keep yourself still or from releasing a condemning sound.
“May I ask,” his voice sounded deeper somehow, a light rasp to his words. "Would you say that you’re sexually touch starved?” His fingers continued to move against your aroused skin, and you burned hotter.
“N-not really….”
“Hmm, but you mentioned that your husband, perhaps, isn’t always the most attentive to your intimate needs?”
“He is,” you hated how breathless your words came as you struggled not to rock against his fingers. “But only...only when it’s convenient for his schedule.”
He hummed again. “And how long has it been since it was convenient for his schedule?”
You bit your lip. “Almost three months.”
His index finger prodded against your entrance, deliberately mixing lubricant with your natural slick. “No wonder then that you’re so sensitive to my touch.”
God, yes. But even if your husband had just touched you last night, you’d still be delirious for your doctor’s touch here and now.
A blunt, metallic weight settled to your soaked opening before he spoke again. “You’ll feel some slight pressure.”
And you did as the speculum slid home, spreading you wide. You bit your lip, squeezing your eyes closed as if that would keep you from imagining his handsome face so close to where you ached.
“Well,” he said softly, “your IUD strings appear to be hiding, but we’ll find them.” The wheels of his stool rolled back to the counter and you fought the urge to close your legs. But he returned just as quick, settling back between your thighs. “This shouldn’t hurt, but you’ll feel some deep movement.”
You bit your lip harder, amazed you hadn’t drawn blood as a slim tool worked into your body. The soft tip of it brushed along your cervix with gentle pokes and prods. It skimmed over an unknown, deep-rooted nerve, and pleasure bolted up your spine to steal your breath. Again, he passed over that same spot and your legs trembled in the stirrups, feeling yourself grow impossibly, embarrassingly wetter as you choked on a moan.
“There they are,” he said, and you swore you could feel the gust of his hot breath as he swept the tool over the white-hot spot again, “tucked along your anterior fornix.”
You were near dizzy with desperate arousal, fingers clenching in the fabric of your gown to try and hold yourself still. He withdrew the tool and you exhaled sharply against the unsatisfied need that still burned within you. The speculum also disappeared just as quick before he wheeled back to the counter to dispose of them.
He stood, moving back between your legs to continue the pelvic exam. You could just see the top of his dark head in the bottom of your vision as two of his gloved fingers circled your opening before pushing inside. Your body easily accepted his intrusion and you caught a whimper high in the back of your throat. Your toes curled, warring with yourself to hold still and not push into his touch as his right hand pressed to your abdomen.
He pushed gently against your belly, feeling for your ovaries and uterus as his fingers examined your inner walls. They crooked, brushing over a shallower, elusive spot, electrifying your body as your cry echoed off the exam room walls.
This time, when you caught his gaze, there was no denying the lurking dark hunger, the brown of his eyes nearly consumed by his blown pupils. “Another tender spot?” His voice held a shockingly contrasting clinical edge as he pushed against your abdomen again while crooking his fingers against the spot of mindless bliss.
Your body went taught against the table as the coils of pleasure tightened at the base of your spine. You tried to find words through your heaving breaths. “N-no...not tender. At least,” you whimpered as his fingers moved again and your feet flexed against the unyielding stirrups, “not painful.”
His answering hum sounded distinctly more like a growl of approval, especially as you started to writhe against his steady, unrelenting touch. Each stroke of his fingers torqued the tension in your center higher, and you didn’t catch the trembling moans that spilled from your lips. The pressure of his hand on your abdomen lessened, but the curling, rubbing motion of his fingers continued to drive you wild in a delicious torture. God, you needed him...fuck, you would die without him.
“Please,” you heard yourself whimper softly, “Dr. Fischer, please….”
“Yes?” He asked with tender concern as the movement of his fingers continued unhurried.
“I want….” Your words stalled as his fingers shifted, withdrawing ever so slightly before pushing back in. A trembling gasp left you as you wanted anything, everything.
His purred voice washed over you. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”
His words shot a bolt of forbidden arousal through you, further soaking your center around his merciless fingers. Shameful heat burned your skin but your mind was too far gone to care. “I want...t-to come.”
“As touch starved as you are, that shouldn't be a problem.” His voice dropped to a sinfully low register as he continued to touch you and you continued to twist against the crinkling paper table.
“No - not with your fingers,” you managed to croak around another moan. “I want you. Inside me.”
He moaned low in his throat as his dark eyes continued to drink you in, curling his fingers for emphasis. “But I’m already inside you.”
Your hand fisted against the paper in frustration, feeling it tear beneath your nails. “Fuck - your cock...I want your cock inside me.”
The last thread of his restraint snapped and his fingers roughly withdrew. You barely had time to contemplate the splat of his glove on the floor, the clink of his belt buckle, and the falling of his zipper before the heat of his bare hips met yours. The hard, blunt tip of his cock pressed to your opening, sliding inside with no resistance. You cried out at the perfect hot, thick stretch of him, loving his answering groan in return.
He set a harsh, fast rhythm - indicative of just how worked up you both were - as his strong hands held your hips fixed at the end of the table. Each thrust threatened to push you upwards, jolting you against the obnoxious paper as you pushed back against him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, head thrown back with a lock of dark, dislodged hair across his forehead. “You’re so hot, so tight - you’re gonna...fuck, I’m not gonna last.”
“Do it,” you pleaded, near delirious with pleasure, so close to the edge. “I want it - want you. Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
His hips found a desperate vigor as his hands tightened with bruising strength - and god, yes, you wanted him to mark you. To claim you as his. With another brutal snap of his hips, your body shattered around him, shockwaves of ecstasy whiting out your mind. Over the rush of blood in your ears, you heard his moan echo off the sterile walls as he planted his release deep in you.
You relaxed back against the table, finding the paper uncomfortably sticky and damp with perspiration as you tried to find your breath. The heavy weight of your doctor slumped forward, his panting breaths hot against your chest and neck. Your fingers wove through his soft hair as a stupid, goofy smile split your face. “Fuck…,” you sighed, blissed out. “I love you so fucking much.”
“Fucking hell,” he mumbled, words slurred as he sighed against you. “That...I didn’t ever expect it to be like that.”
Giddy happiness surged through you. “God, you did so good, babe - that was so perfect.”
He shook his head weakly. “You didn’t make it easy - fuck - the look in your eyes, the way you twitched against the table and bit your lip….” He shifted to nuzzle your nose with his, rasping his stubble against your cheek in the way he knew you liked. “I wanted to do away with the whole charade before even getting you to the end of the table.”
You beamed with pride, trailing your fingers down his nape, toying beneath the collar of his shirt and white coat. “Thank you for toughing it out.”
He sighed again, relaxing against you as you cradled his body close. “I love you so much.”
Your mouth met his, drowning in his kiss as your heart threatened to burst with love for your husband of three years. You both continued to bask in each other’s kiss and touch, reveling in the afterglow of your shared intimacy. His weight grew heavy and you shifted beneath him, wincing gently at the cooling, sticky wetness where your bare skin still touched.
The kiss tapered off and you raked a hand through his hair, still coming down from your high. “That was a nice touch with the hidden IUD strings - I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
He chuckled softly. “They were pushed up in your cervix a bit, but I couldn’t resist introducing you to your anterior fornix erogenous zone - more casually known as the A-spot.” He kissed along the shell of your ear, whispering just for you. “And you were so beautiful - sometime, I will make you come just from stimulating that spot. I could see you getting wetter with each stroke, and I can’t wait to see if we can coax an ejaculation from you.”
You groaned, arching against him as a fresh wave of hungry desire flared in your sated core. “Oh, fuck - yes, please.”
He nipped your ear as his hand drifted along your side in tender strokes. “Though, I’m not entirely sure that you’ve earned it, Liebchen - those were terrible, false things to say about your husband.”
A wicked laugh left you. “Did you like that? I had to give you some element of surprise.” He pulled his head back, fixing you with a venomless glare as you continued. “Something to tempt you with, Dr. Fischer.”
“As if you’re not enough, Mrs. Fischer.” His mouth quirked with a small grin as he shook his head. “With what I found between your legs, you’d think that I really hadn’t touched you in months.”
“Fortunately, we both know that’s not true.”
When you had first confessed your fantasy to your husband, he hadn’t judged you for it, but he was expressly curious. Of course, given his profession and all the ethical implications surrounding the fantasy, it took him a while to agree to it. But on your birthday, he made a promise that you would both find a night at his practice after hours, establish a safeword, and see how the fantasy played out.
And now, that you lay here, boneless and content with the love of your life - you couldn’t wait for the next appointment with your doctor.
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Do you have more random Noah head canons? I miss him.
🍂 noah's snoring can be easily stopped by rolling him to the side (trust me, i speak from experience lol )
🍂 his baking skills have been improving since he left the villa, after he learned some things from bobby.
🍂 saturday afternoons are for reading for the kids down at the library, but since the quarantine i reckon he was doing transmissions on youtube.
🍂 he comes home mentally exhausted, so the first thing he does is to take off his shoes and lie his head on your lap, to get some cuddling.
🍂 he loves all types of warm scented candles, soaps, bodywash, you name it.
🍂 an entire cabinet of just seasoning little pots that he buys all the time.
🍂 you know he's cooking because the whole house smells amazing.
🍂 sunday mornings are for pancakes or waffles. maple syrup and honey are essentials in his home.
🍂 he loves bathing, and reading while at it, unless you're there with him.
🍂 he journals, mostly to not forget the feeling of certain situations. i bet he has something written down on a napkin after that night in the villa.
🍂 his sister's friends have a crush on him. he gets embarrassed and that only adds to the reasons why they have said crush.
🍂 he-owns-so-many-vests, don't at me.
🍂 has a soft singing voice. you can catch it while he cooks, distractedly humming or mumbling lyrics.
🍂 LOVES PLANTS. has a bunch of them in each room of the house and his siblings call him the plant uncle.
🍂 his house consists mostly of tans, beiges, whites and creams. almost no metallic accent and definitely lots of fuzzy and warm things, like blankets and pillows.
🍂 the whole house feels like home, immediately.
more... headcanons under the cut:
🍁he has a twisted side that loves torturing a girl with a vibrator. he smiles sweetly but he absolutely gets hard at the sight of you contorting on the bed while he continues to mess with you.
🍁 if you scrape your nails on his back or shoulders, you might hear him saying harder.
🍁 takes his time while going down on you. he likes everything about it, especially how out-of-control he can make you feel.
🍁 the visual of noah 's thighs and hips moving while he's on top is truly the only thing that keeps me going. it's just *chef's kiss*
🍁 background music is essential, and he loves to set the mood with it, besides candles and flowers.
🍁 he knows his abs contract in ways that drive you insane, so he chooses to stay in positions to show them off.
🍁 framing your face while on top, from time to time moving his massive hands to your thighs to move deeper.
🍁 he has this impulse to kiss you when you're done. just grabbing both sides of your face and planting the longest kiss he can.
🍁 noah insists on having you between his legs while he rests his back on the headboard, all so he can tease you with his fingers. his soft moaning in your ears and his hands rubbing your skin, he loses his shit while watching it happening.
🍁 he doesn't have much kink knowledge to spare, but he does want to learn if it's something that interests you.
🍁 noah = praising kink, and he does it so fucking well if i may add.
🍁 his voice almost disappears when he's really into it. the thing you hear is noah whimpering and pleading in a low voice, almost whispering.
🍁 i've said a couple of times that his favorite position might be him kneeling on the bed and holding you against his body, but i think a close second is to press you against the wall and holding you around his waist. eye contact and kissing is essential for him.
🍁 he eats anything you want him to eat. that's on periodt.
🍁 capable of changing positions without moving much, and honestly? holy shit.
🍁 while receiving he likes to hold your hair to the side, away from your face, because the thought of his girl enjoying herself while doing it excited him even more. touch yourself while at it, watch him drool.
🍁 "can i touch you?" every single time.
🍁 "hmm" but it's a whimper.
🍁 calls you "love" more frequently than "babe".
🍁 fits your chin between his index finger and thumb to kiss you when he cums, grits his teeth while it happens, and loves when you move with him, to make him feel even more things.
🍁 that little chuckle he lets out when he's trying to recover his breath.
🍁 immediately pulls you to his chest or arms to kiss you again.
#litg#litg noah#love island the game#litg s2#litg season 2#headcanons#queue#from clown to clown#i miss him too
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