#sakuverse jonah

[aestheticpearl]

when you stay out late

✧·˚feat: kayson mayer, jonah, xanthus claiborne, andrew marston, issac rhoades, elias, zaros athat’lin, luca pearce, rowan

✧·˚genre: fluff

✧·˚requested: yes!

✧·˚a/n: finally getting these out after the fated break up text i received while typing out xanthus’ texts messages stopped me in my tracks lol

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

[claiestve]

ꨄ sakuverse tweets ! pt. 5 :

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

well hello pickle

[zsakuva]

Hi saku! Since you answered "who are the most freaky characters" could you answer who are the most freaky listeners?

Thanks have a wonderful week!

Luca's listener, Pet, and Bartender.

[literary-motif]

Pick Me Up

Jonah x Reader

An interaction with a rude customer leaves you a little rattled.

Warnings: harassment

Working at the bar would not be half as bad if it were not for the small percentage of horrible customers. The majority was alright, some were even memorably polite, but at the end of the day, you always remembered the outright rude ones, making every pleasant customer interaction sink to the back of your mind. 

You could still picture the face of the woman who had sneered at you, telling you that the Vodka Martini you had served her was made with cheap Martini — as if you had any control over the beverages your employer chose to supply his establishment with. 

You remembered the man who had rolled his eyes at you, clicking his tongue before telling you that you were horriblyorganized because you told him the licorice was out of stock — as if it was your job to walk to the store and get it.

When being served, people often forgot the basic structure of the establishment they were sitting in. 

It was normally not the bartender who was responsible for the limited option of drinks at the bar — it was their employer. It was not the waiter’s fault if the portion of the food was insufficient, they were not the ones in the kitchen preparing it. 

It was not you who made the prices, but the boss who occasionally helped himself to the tips of his staff. It was not your fault if you were out of every type of whiskey if your boss refused to buy new ones because their prices had skyrocketed. 

The only problem was that it was you, interacting with the customers. It was your face they saw. It was you representing the establishment, so naturally, it was you they blamed for every little inconvenience they could think of.

Still, it was alright. 

You had learned quickly not to take these things to heart, and it was not an unusual occurrence for you to return home late from one of your shifts, find Jonah still awake, and spill your guts about the trashy customer you had had to deal with that day. He always listened attentively, laughing alongside you at these people’s weird sense of entitlement, and offering commentary on the situation. Together, you often came up with the most hilarious replies to people’s snide comments that had you howling with laughter. 

If rude customers were rare in the majority of people you interacted with daily, there was another fraction who was rarer still: the people who made you genuinely uncomfortable. 

Every once in a while, maybe every two months or so, a person would fall into that category. Sometimes, they tried flirting with you. Sometimes, they made inappropriate comments. Sometimes, they reached over the counter and gave you a confused look when you sprung back. 

Most of the time these people were drunk, having indulged in a little too much alcohol. They tried fighting your decision to stop serving it to them, and only begrudgingly walked out of the bar after you remained stubborn. 

Rarer still were the times when someone completely sober was sitting on the stool before you, watching you like a hawk as they tried chatting you up. 

“You have a pretty face,” he said, keeping his gaze on you as you prepared his Espresso Martini. He wore a tailored suit with a striped tie and must have bathed in cologne. You could smell its deep scent from the other side of the counter from how exceedingly he had applied it. “You should smile more. You’re too serious.”

You glanced at him. He gave you a smirk. The air of entitlement was strong with this one. 

“What is there to smile about when I am pouring vodka into a cocktail shaker?” you retorted, keeping your face carefully blank. 

“Maybe it’s the fact that you’re doing it for me, love. Come on, give me a smile.”

Your colleague had just left for a smoke break, so you were alone behind the counter with his increasingly uncomfortable presence before you. 

Those gray eyes did not stop boring into you, and your hands began to shake as he continued smiling at you. 

“Smile, come on.”

“Sir, I need you to back off,” you said, moving away from him in a faux search for the sugar syrup. 

“It’s behind you, darling,” he said, giving you a dazzling smile. “I’ve seen you here a few times. How come you still don’t know where everything is? Am I making you nervous, or are you just that much prettier than you are intelligent?” He chuckled, expecting you to do the same. 

You only stared at him, clenching your jaw. Who the fuck did this baster think he was talking to? You opened your mouth to reply, the words dying on your tongue as you caught sight of his watch. It was engraved, the name William Kennedyglaring at you in pretty cursive. How had you not recognized the son of your employer? 

You swallowed thickly. 

“Cat got your tongue, sugar?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Now come on, finish my drink.”

You reached for the sugar syrup, not dignifying him with a response as you did what you were told. What could you do? You needed this job, and although you were sure you could find another one in no time with your experience and qualifications, it was still an inconvenience you would much rather avoid. Telling the son of your boss to fuck off would get you fired, right? You were pretty sure it would, so you bit your tongue. 

“You know,” he continued, and you had never wanted anyone to shut up as badly, “now you are just the type of person I would take home. You’re sweeter when you keep your mouth shut, the only thing missing is a smile.” He pulled out his wallet, waving a ten-pound note in front of your face. “Smile if you want a tip,” he said. 

You stood frozen, the cocktail shaker in your hands forgotten as you blinked at the scum before you. “I’m in a relationship,” you said tensely, your eyes narrowing in a glare. 

“So am I,” he replied, adding five pounds. “Smile.”

“Listen,” you began, losing your patience. Son of your boss or not, this was getting ridiculous. You set aside the cocktail shaker, meeting his gaze coldly. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing here. I’d advise you to stop, or I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

“You listen, actually,” he said, placing his elbows on the counter and leaning forward until he was face to face with you, “maybe you don’t know who I am, and I can excuse ignorance. This whole place is going to be mine someday, got that? I could get you fired with a phone call. So how about you give me a pretty smile and serve me that drink I ordered.” 

“Sir, I need you to leave this establishment.” 

He chuckled, making a show of checking his watch. “I’m going to give you sixty seconds until I—” 

Whatever he was about to say got caught in his throat as you opened the cocktail shaker, throwing the contents of his would-be Espresso Martini onto his white dress shirt, staining it irreparably.

He cursed profusely, springing to his feet and staring down the front of his ruined shirt. You had gotten some on his suit jacket as well. 

The two women at the table in the far corner snickered loudly, and even the elderly man who liked to read his newspaper with a glass of red wine looked up, raising an eyebrow at the cursing mess before you. 

“I’m going to give you sixty seconds to leave before I call the police on you for harassment,” you said, staring him down. “Sir.”

He shot a deathly glare your way, picking up his wallet off the counter. “Just you wait,” he spat, storming out of the bar and leaving a wet trail of footsteps you now needed to clean up. 

The added work was worth it though. You wondered what your boss would think when he watched the CCTV. Perhaps he had gotten the angry call already, demanding to fire you immediately.

Your blood was boiling, and you found yourself not caring about his opinion at all. Nobody treated you like this, least of all your boss’ entitled son. Still, his words rang in your ears, and you wondered if his petty scheme of revenge extended beyond an angry phone call to his father. Who knew the connections he had? Who knew how much you had truly pissed him off. 

At the end of your shift, you found yourself dreading the thought of walking home alone. 

“Hey babe, what’s up?” Jonah’s cheery voice on the other end of the line was an immediate ray of sunshine on this bleak night. “You’re done early.”

“Hi, uh,” you stammered, feeling a little embarrassed. Your anxieties were probably just paranoia anyway. There was no need to inconvenience Jonah with any of this.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, the tone of concern slicing through your heart like a knife. You had not meant to make him worry. “Babe?”

“Nothing’s wrong, just,” you began, shifting your weight and looking around the empty bar. “Today was weird and— and if you’re not busy, could you come get me? I’d rather not make my way home alone.”

“Sure. Where are you?” he asked. You heard the creak of his gaming chair and the shuffling of clothes. “Still at the bar?”

“Yeah,” you replied, glancing at the cocktail shaker. 

“Stay there. I’ll be there in approximately fifteen minutes, alright? I’ll smother you in a hug and you’ll tell me all about your day. Sounds good?”

You chuckled, picking up your bag and turning off the lights behind the counter. “I can start walking and we’ll meet halfway.”

“Babe, you don’t need to if you don’t feel like it,” he said. You heard the front door shut. “I’m on my way. If you’d rather we walk together, then that’s fine. There is no need to rush, and honestly, if you tell me today has been weird, I’d rather you wait for me inside.”

“I’m probably overreacting.”

“On the one-in-a-million chance you’re not, I’d rather not test it,” Jonah said, hurriedly making his way down the street. “Do you need me to stay on the line?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” you said, peering through the shut blinds into the darkness outside. “I’ll wait for you.”

“Good. See you in a few minutes, babe. Love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[belladonnadawn]

Sakuverse men if someone kicks their seat during a plane ride

Hcs about them during an annoying flight! ft. Isaac Rhoades, Xanthus Claiborne, Andrew Marston, Kayson Mayer, Dontis, Jonah, and Elias

Isaac

Trips overseas through plane is quite common for Isaac since he usually needs to meet up with a client or finish an assignment during those trips.

First class type of man (probably has a private jet).

That meant that he needed his undivided focus during those trips.

And tough luck, he wasn't able to achieve those as he felt a movement on his seat coming from behind him.

Isaac would pause, making sure that his seat was actually moving and it's not his fatigue catching up to him.

Once he confirmed that someone is kicking his seat, he'd sigh and turn to them.

"Are you... kicking my seat?"

"Sorry..."

"Please don't."

Will give them a "I'm not mad just disappointed" look.

Xanthus

We all know that he's the number one plane lover /j

Of course he flies first class.

His only plan is to sleep and get over with it, praying that his annoyance won't amplify or people won't bother him.

But God's probably on a day off because they did not hear his prayers.

Xanthus will try to gather all his patience and strength to calm himself down as he felt someone kick his seat.

Would look back at them and definitely stare them down.

"Don't kick my seat."

"Sorry."

Would try to clear his head, but if it continues, he'd definitely talk to them again, but this time he'll show how he's NOT playing.

"I compell you—!"

Kayson

He's probably excited to go back and see his mom and brothers.

Would talk about them so much, he'd also probably explain what he got for them and why.

Flies economy.

Probably in a good mood so much that small inconveniences won't bother him.

Unfortunately, this time it does.

Kayson will be confused, he'd probably wait for a few second to confirm if it's true.

And it is.

He'd probably try and look behind him multiple times to check if someone is truly kicking his seat.

Would be obvious to the person kicking his seat.

If that didn't work, he'd turn to them with an awkward smile.

"Hey, uh, so you're kicking my seat..."

"Oh, sorry."

"It's fine."

Would let out the biggest sigh of relief once it stopped.

Andrew

This guy needs a break from everything, especially after what happened.

And of course, a vacation might aid that.

Business class since he probably saved up enough money for it and he wants to treat you too.

Unfortunately, people are people.

Would take a deep breath, he already dislikes it when people fidget and now someone's kicking his seat?

Andrew would clear his throat and turn to them.

"Excuse me, are you kicking my seat?"

"Oh, I didn't notice. Sorry."

"I understand, please don't do that again."

Would shake his head like a disappointed dad.

Dontis

This man's a traveler, type of man who wants to experience the world and connect with others and their culture.

First class (what he deserves)

He'd probably tell you stories about his trips too and makes sure that you're comfortable during the ride.

Sadly, he's not the comfortable one.

Will look behind him once he feels those kicks.

He doesn't let small matters get to him, unless it reaches to a certain point.

Dontis would probably be polite with it.

"Excuse me, but I noticed that you're kicking my seat." "Oh, I'm so sorry!" "No, it's okay. Just don't do it again. Thank you."

Jonah

Convinced you to go on a vacation with him and ditch that fuckass bar. What a man.

Economy in a decent airline.

Had his itinerary and plans ready so once you guys landed, you're good to go.

Jonah probably has a switch or any gaming device to keep himself entertained.

At first, he probably won't care since he's too immersed. But as it goes on, it will bother him so much, he'll blame his loses on the person kicking his seat.

Would sigh and turn around.

"Hey, please don't kick my seat. It's really bothering me." "Sorry." "Thanks."

Elias

Trips are either an order from his father or he just wants to get away.

Definitely first class or private jet.

Books window seat so he can daydream and feel like he's in a music video as he listens to his playlist that he specifically made for the trip.

Once he feels those kicks, he'd sigh.

Would turn around, take his headphone off, and look at them from head to toe before sitting back to their seat.

Won't even try to hide the fact that he's irritated.

If it continues, he'll face them again.

"Hey, so your feet is kicking my seat." "Sorry."

Sighs so loud and leans back to his seat hard enough to send a message.

[soscarlett1twas]

Dress To Impress

↳ Elias and Jonah play Dress To Impress ↳ 419 words

“Where is the sleep mask?”

“Man, I don’t know, it got moved around with the update—“

“The theme is sleepwear, I need the mask—“

“Do you sleep with a mask?”

“No but it’s about the implications, Elias.”

Jonah said, rechecking the mannequin the mask used to be on and, sure enough, it was nowhere to be found.

“Maybe you should.” The other’s voice lifted through the headset. “Isn’t it midnight over there? Get some sleep dude.”

“Nah.”

And so they kept playing.

It was a bit at first. The Roblox game had a sudden boost in popularity and Jonah, always ready to follow the trends of his fellow streamers, suggested to Elias they play it beforehand to get a feel.

That was two weeks ago. The stream had come and gone but they kept playing, often well into the night. Neither expected it to be so addictive. Nor to get so invested.

As the timer ticked down slowly, Jonah relaxed a bit, accepting that the outfit was complete — sleep mask or not.

That calm immediately fell when the runway music started and he was on first.

Elias cackled as he heard the clicks of a madman — Jonah’s mouse, already obnoxiously loud due to it being right next to his mic, whipped through about eight different poses before his avatar was off the runway.

“Bit slow on the draw there,” he said as the character launched into the infamous pose 12 and Jonah failed to recover in time.

“Shush.”

The rest of the runway went in standard fashion. Elias was a bit more graceful with the posing, using strictly animated ones and with moments to breathe between them.

Which may have been the reason he landed second place.

‘Ty!’ Elias typed in chat — a common courtesy — while Jonah took off all his items to prepare for next round.

“Maybe you would have gotten podium if you had your sleep mask.”

Jonah laughed. “Maybe.”

“You really should go to sleep.”

“After this round.”

Elias huffed. “You’re addicted.”

“You’re the one who bought VIP!”

Elias’ webcam betrayed his humorously guilty look.

A moment after the intermission’s time ran up and the new theme was announced.

“Renaissance?” They read together.

Jonah immediately turned to his other monitor and typed in “renessaince dress to impress,” scrolling through the images tab and analyzing their outfits.

“This is a harder theme…” Jonah muttered. The game was dominated by modern clothing. How was he supposed to replicate the Renaissance era? “Elias?”

“…I’m dressing as Beyoncé.”

[hinasxvii]

Catching Them Fall On Camera

❥ 𝗦𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮/𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝗺!

★ 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗻 𝗴𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆! 𝗠𝗪𝗔𝗛𝗛𝗛 💞

𒊹 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀!!! 💞

[hardcore-jones]

I'm allergic to sunlight

Asirel x GN!Listener

I'm not the only one that's sick of summer right? RIGHT?? So I wrote a summer fic in the hopes it will end earlier lmao, and if i have to suffer in the sun so does Pet

TWs: Listener being a little mean?, Death and Suicide Mentioned in Passing

It was beyond you how anyone could enjoy the hot and unbearable thing that was the sun. You sat huddled under an umbrella, your sunglasses just barely kept your eyes from frying, a floppy sun hat keeping the majority of the sun off of you. The lounge chair was starting to dig uncomfortably into your skin and you were only one more minor annoyance from abandoning the sand and retreating back to the beach house behind you. Speaking of annoyances... 

Asirel emerged from the salty water, wet hair sticking to his forehead as he deposited his surfboard in the sand. He sauntered over, using a towel to dry himself off. 

"You look so miserable over here, pet. Is your reward not to your liking?" 

"Oh right, bringing a vampire to the brightest place on earth is definitely the type of reward I had in mind." You rolled your eyes, bunching up the linen swimsuit cover tighter around you. 

He sat at the other end of the chair, a hand resting on your knee as you sat criss-crossed. "You've had some fun, I even saw you smiling earlier when you found that starfish. A little vacation after protecting me seemed like quite the fair deal to me." 

Asirel must have felt he needed to overcompensate with the reward after a few men entered the estate with guns, though they barely made it a foot through the door before you were on them in a flurry of bloodlust and rage. It was as if he was saying 'see, you'll get nice things if you keep me safe'. 

"That reminds me, I got you something." The chair squeaked as he leaned over, digging through the beach bag next to you until he freed a book from the bottles of sunscreen and towels. He wiped excess sand off it before passing it to you. "I found this." 

"I swear if this is another copy of Twilight I'll drain you..." You mumbled and grabbed it with a quizzical expression. The book was warm in your hands, bound in red leather with a somewhat faded cover. 

"You told me the title before, but you never told me much about it." 

You turned it over a few times in your hands, stunned as you remembered it. "I read it before I was even turned. Well- I should say I read most of it. I never got to finish it, and I couldn't ever find a copy of it." You pulled your sunglasses down a few inches, staring into his eyes despite the harsh sunlight. "Where did you find this?" 

Asirel seemed unaware of your compulsion, or just unfazed, as if he was expecting it. "I have my ways." 

Damn it. Not a lie, of course, but not exactly the truth. You decided to abandon getting a straight answer. You put your sunglasses back up. "I'll have to read this later. Thank you." 

He smiled, a smirk you often wished you could wipe off his face. "Of course, only the best for you, pet." 

Asirel stretched out, laying against the lower half of the chair with his legs in the sun. "Lunch should be ready soon, if the sun is getting to you we can head inside now." 

You put the book down into your lap. "We can stay a few more minutes." 

"Good," He rested his hands behind his head as he looked out into the ocean. "It's been so many years since I've been here." 

"Hm, really? You have access to a beach house on your own island 24/7 and you just... don't go?" 

"My sister uses it more than I do." He explained. "She's quite the busy body, and travel has always been something she's enjoyed. We came together many times as children, but I just haven't had much desire to return since." 

"Is that when you got your amazing surfing abilities?" 

Asirel glared at you. He was very much not good at surfing. You stopped counting after the fourth wipe out. Your maniacal giggling made him roll his eyes at you. He stood up instead, holding out a hand and helping you to your feet. 

"Let's head in and have some drinks to cool down," Asirel used a spare towel to wrap around you, bunched up around your shoulders. 

"I told you the sun won't kill me, you don't have to cover me." 

"I know," he said, his voice almost drowned out by the waves flowing in. "but I know it's not pleasant." 

Asirel found out from first hand experience the myths surrounding vampires. He came to your room one day, stunned to see you pulling back the thick curtains and peering out the window to the garden below. He rushed over, pulling you away and covering the sun again, demanding to know why you'd try to kill yourself in the sunlight. You could hardly explain the misconception between your laughs. 

He kept a hand wrapped around your shoulder and began to lead you up the path and to the beach house. 

"Why don't we come back when this jet lag wears off? Swimming under the stars sounds much more enjoyable, doesn't it?" 

You could stop the chuckle when you asked, "Will you teach me how to surf then?" 

Asirel rolled his eyes, escorting you into the beach house.

[zowsta]

How I felt after I heard Elias’ voice in Jonahs audio😻

[aestheticpearl]

sending photos of them sleeping

✧·˚feat: kayson mayer, jonah, xanthus claiborne, andrew marston, issac rhoades, elias, zaros athat’lin, luca pearce, rowan

✧·˚genre: fluff, suggestive

✧·˚requested: yes!

✧·˚a/n: i could not find a sleeping purple haired boy for the life of me so just use your imagination for jonah lol

.love always <3 pearl

.text masterlist

[claiestve]

ꨄ sakuverse tweets ! pt. 4 :

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

well… well okay LUCA HAS BEEN ADDED

[zsakuva]

Helloo,

Out of curiosity, does Jonah know that Elias is ‘dating’ someone? or has any idea about baristas existence at all?

thank you!

You bring up a good question!

I say this because Elias' storyline is currently trapped in time. Right now, he and barista exist in 2021; if Elias was playing online during the events of the safehouse, I don't think he would mention anything as they're currently in a dangerous situation.

But Jonah's sleep-aid complicates things because it happens in 2024. If Elias survives his story, is that what will end up happening? Is it an AU of a time Elias never met barista? I'll leave that for y'all to think about~

[chilliesillie]

. ݁₊ ⊹ ranking sakuverse characters based on how chewable their arms are:

1- Isaac: 1000000/10 very juicy and nice, also nice to nibble on, maybe suck on them like chicken wing bones AND he would be amused

2- Zaros: 1000/10 UHFHHFHFH please have you seen the official art? BUFF, JUICY, BICEP THE SIZE OF MY HEAD

3- Elias: 10/10 and i bet he smells GOOD so the ambience would be nice, i made him BUFF in my fanart of him, so yea very nice arms to chew on

4- Dontis: 100/10 HAVE YOU SEENNNNN HIM???? BIG GUY, HUNKY MAN, though because he IS a demon i recon his arms are a little rubbery, idk.

5- Xanthus: 9.9/10 i feel like he has a nice build to nibble and gnaw on but maybe him being a vampire changes the consistency

6- Asirel: 9.98/10 i will gnaw and chew and bite him all ova just because, look at him, he deserves it, i love him

7-Kayson: 9.8/10 he IS an athlete but smoking bad, maybe it made his arms rubbery too, but oh GAWD he’s gorgeous, maybe i’d chew on his pecs.

8- Andrew: 8/10 idk if he’s well built but DAYUM i’d chew his arms like a pacifier MHMHMHMGMG i feel like he would stroke my hair in the meantime

9- Luca: 7.99/10 i feel like somehow his arms are sweet, just like him, AND SOFT very soft, overall a nice experience

10- Rowan: 10/10 MY SWEET BOY, underrated too, i’d love to nibble on him KISS KISS

11- Jonah: 100/10 you know what they say about gamers, i BET he has a sleeper build (and a sleep with me build) he would let me chew his arms while he plays

12- Cevyk: 3/10 i bet its… something…. i feel like its stringy like carnitas, but like in a bad way

13- Alex: 1/10 i would rip his arm off and shake it around until its a prune, in front of him

OH

14- Niall: 5/10 i havent listened to his audios but i feel like he wouldn’t let me but if i got a hold of him it would be kinda nice, i bet he also smells like cinnamon

15- Julian: 6/10 idk havent listened to his audios either, but i feel like he would do it for the butler-y duty

this is of most importance for the sakuverse

[c-t-r-l14]

I KNOW JONAH’S FAMILY AS WELL AS ELIAS IS MAD ASF RN 💀

[elleneedsleep]

To celebrate mother's arrival into Britain [🇬🇧 ☕️ 💂‍♀️], I present the Sakuverse stories as Taylor Swift lyrics:

Zaros & Earis — "you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor"

Andrew & Darling — "in a world of boys, he's a gentleman"

Elias & Barista — "baby boy, I think I've been too good"

Xanthus & Love — "we keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew

Niall & Sussybaka — "cause shade never made any body less gay"

Luca & Fiancé — "I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings"

Cevyk & Iqsus — "knew he was a killer first time that I saw him"

Asirel & Pet — "you did some bad things but I'm the worst of them"

Isaac & Pickle — "I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all"

Dontis & Hunter — "you drew stars, around my scars, and now I'm bleeding"

Kayson & Prefect — "you got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt"

Jonah & Baby — "I'm drunk in the back of the car, and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar"

Alex & Gremlin — "so I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep"

[wildflowerblurbs]

I think it’s funny that both elias’ and jonah’s listeners make/serve drinks as their job. I wonder if they’ve ever made that connection as well.