#teach you much of their language either 😌

[little-red-fool]

Being mixed raced and not growing up in either of your countries whilst also not being allowed to interact with the culture of the country you grew up in so you can’t claim any of them as your culture because you don’t know anything about any of them and not looking “mixed enough” so people don’t believe you or don’t think that you being mixed counts and reduce you to what you look like and all of it just ends up contributing to the identity issues you already have and never feeling like you fit in or belong anywhere.

[lovelyjuju]

I love the idea of Taki with a significant other that is also extroverted! Like, someone that can match his energy level and gets his humor 🫠🤭

Also, if they can speak a language that’s foreign to him, (eg Chinese with Nico, german with Maki, etc) he’d be in awe. I think he’d be the type to secretly try and study it but be too embarrassed to speak it with them directly 😭😭 but he wants to know what you’re talking about when you speak with your family/friends ☺️

Taki has my heart ahhh 😌

i defs see where you're coming from, anon 😭

i feel like taki would really thrive in a relationship with someone who just gets him and matches his personality perfectly. he could just be himself around you, goofing around with you and you'd get to see his genuine, heart-warming smile so much!!

also, y'all know how taki goes 😳 when he's surprised? even if he knew you're fluent in another language, hearing you speak for the first time would for sure cause that reaction. he'd probably look back and forth between you and whoever you're talking to, trying to understand bits of what you're saying (and failing).

would probably ask you to teach him some funny words in whichever language you're speaking or play guessing-games with you where you tell him a word and he has to guess its meaning 😭

i think he'd try to properly learn your language in secret so he can surprise you. if it's a language one of the members speak, they'd probably teach him wrong stuff on purpose once he asks for help lmao

either way, i think he'd be very shy to show you what he's learned at first, but once he sees you smile brightly in surprise, he'd just return it <3

[havingsomemorejohnlarks]

❝  well,  honestly i’ve never really had sex before and was kinda hoping you would teach me.  ❞ and [SUGGESTIVE] sound like they would be interesting to pair together

[ SUGGESTIVE ]  our muses are hanging out and end up on the topic of turn ons,  kinks,  and what they’re attracted to.

❝  well,  honestly i’ve never really had sex before and was kinda hoping you would teach me.  ❞

well im writing a fic cos its the only thing i know how to do! :’)

(so like i may put it on ao3) 

tbh this idea doesn’t really line up with Rook’s personal history, but I’m willing to put that aside for the sake of the fic 😌

I’m sorry if this is not what you were expecting, let me know if you want anything different! I put the options in the name chooser and it came out with john x rook so I’m going to be doing a fic with

John Seed x Male Deputy OC (Rook Diamante)

Warning: Sexual Tension, mention of transphobia and fetishization, strong language, mention of/talking about kinks (specifically, power play, piss kink, choking, gun play, knife play, degradation)

“Just please tell me the people there are nice...”

The sound of his Mom’s worried voice came crackling down the phone, as Rook pressed it against his ear and shoulder, clumsily shifting a few pans around on the kitchen counter.

There was no escaping the anxiety of Rook’s family, especially as he moved so far away. There was no hiding it either, even though Lillian was trying to keep her usual calming tones in the statement. Her son wasn’t an idiot though. Of course she was worried.

“Yeah, I guess so, Mom. Some of them are a little...” He hesitated, trying to find the right word, knowing the one he was about to say wasn’t what he meant. “... odd?”

He tried to keep the mocking “And I’m not going into high school, I’ve just moved to a different state.” inside his head because he knew how unhelpful that would be. And how stupid. The second one sounded much worse. Maybe.

“Odd? In what way? What have they said to you?” A deeper voice joined the conversation, one filled with even more anxiety, not even bothering to hide it.

“No one’s said anything, Dad. I meant... they’re just new. I’ve met plenty of nice people! Like... there’s this cute couple who run this business. They invited me to a barbecue this weekend so...”

A sigh of relief could barely be heard on the other side of the call. Although Rook knew they’d be unsettled with him being so far away from New York, it was still weird to witness both his parents like this after they’ve tried to remain strong for him all his life.

Rook felt it was his duty as a son to try and soothe them. He searched for other people in his mind who he had found nice and intriguing and not a threat to his personal safety, someone his parents could like and approve of.

“I’ve got this co-worker... he’s like an asshole but a loveable one, you know? Respects me but also calls me a dumbass when I’m being one. He’s cool.” Rook couldn’t help the little grin on his face, as he remembered the night out that Staci Pratt had invited him to, which resulted in him getting so drunk that he had sustained physical injuries. It was such a stress-reliever to finally drink with someone after moving to some random place in Montana.

A chuckle from his Dad and Rook knew that he had relaxed a bit. Someone who was on his sons side. Someone good.

“Any other new friends? Maybe... someone hot?”

He heard his Mom yell at his Dad playfully, while Rook’s face started to burn up suspiciously quickly. He had been avoiding thinking about “someone hot” or, more specifically, the hot man that he had seen around at that place, Aubrey's Diner, that Staci so loves.

It was embarrassing really. It was embarrassing how quickly he had agreed to go to the same diner again when Staci has suggested it. It was embarrassing how he craned his neck just a little every time, hoping to see the attractive man in the stylish outfits that made his tummy do flips. It was certainly embarrassing how he would go home disappointed when those blue eyes did not look his way, leaving him wanting and dreaming of some touch.

Staci had teasingly offered his services, but he shut up when Rook had hit him round the head.

A few more mentions of different people who had been nice to him and his parents had been soothed, still sad that he was not with them but happy for him all the same. His Dad gives him the usual cautions about people with bad intentions, reminds him to have fun (he can almost hear Mom’s eyes rolling) and Rook hangs up, promising he’ll be careful and also have fun, which is definitely a tough line to walk, if Rook’s completely honest.

But he says it anyway.

After hanging up, a dragged out sigh was let out into the air.

Usually, Rook was happy to talk to his parents, but giving someone reassurance for so long a conversation can catch up to you, especially if you’ve just finished a shift at work and are trying to make dinner.

He looked down at the pans he had gotten out in an attempt to make food. He stared for a while.

An irritated sigh and some tapping on his phone and Staci was on the other line.

“Don’t feel like making dinner, you wanna eat out tonight?”

An amused, sleepy grumble. “A ‘hello’ would be cool.”

“Shut up, yes or no?”

Staci laughed. “And you say I’m the dickhead.”

Rook made a deliberate, irritated sound.

Another laugh. “Okay, okay.”

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After taking an absolute age to actually roll out of his bed, Staci finally texted to declare that, this time, despite all the other times being lies, he was actually leaving the house to get to the diner.

Meanwhile, seated at a table with a glass of cheap alcohol, Rook was having a difficult time convincing himself and Staci that he had absolutely no prior knowledge of his friends bad time management. He definitely didn't come to the diner a little early just to see if he could position himself as devastatingly handsome and completely alone and, therefore, in need of some company.

No, no. Why would he do that? It wasn't like there was any particular reason to do that. Definitely no particular man either.

Rook was just hoping Staci would go easy on the teasing when he got here because he sure as Hell wasn't fooling anybody.

It was pointless to come early anyway - Rook only sat there staring at the door, eyes becoming glittered with hope when he saw it open.

Staci got there before the man in the expensive clothes could.

"You know, you're not subtle."

Rook knew he couldn't fake it, so he didn't even try. "I know. It's stupid."

Staci picked up on the hint of embarrassment and disappointment. "It's not. John Seed is pretty hot, classically handsome, I suppose.”

Rook’s head snapped up, eyes now staring at his friend. “What? You know him?”

Staci nodded, glancing over the menu, even though he knew exactly what he was getting.

Rook’s mouth was slightly open. “And you didn’t think to tell me that?!”

The other man couldn’t stop the grin creeping on him. “I figured you would ask, if you wanted to know who he was.”

Rook didn’t stop staring.

“Also, I don’t really know him, know him. I just know of him, like everyone else does. I think only a select few actually know him, you know, he’s that type.”

Rook’s stare turned into a curious peer. “What type?”

Staci breathed out through his nose, a touch uncomfortable. “Well... mysterious, I guess... suspicious.”

Rook waited for Staci to give his order to the waiter who had come round, trying to understand what his friend was getting at.

Staci saw the look on Rook’s face and sighed. “Look, I was gonna tell you eventually anyway but... might as well be now.”

The expression on his face turned serious and Rook found himself remembering his Dad’s cautions. It looked like Staci was having a tough time.

“He might be dangerous, ok? He belongs to that... group that we get calls about. You know, the culty one.”

Right. Rook had heard about this. Whitehorse, his new boss, had pulled him aside while Pratt and Hudson responded to a call, whispering to him about being safe and something about ‘having your back’.

He tried to push down the rising tide of disappointment. He swallowed. And found himself doing something he didn’t think he’d ever actually do.

“Do you think... I should leave it alone then?”

Staci pulled an over-exaggerated face. “Dude, do whatever you want. Just don’t join the creepy groupies his brother has.”

Rook didn’t know how to feel about that. He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t still intrigued by this John guy. But he knew how much worth a good looking, mysterious man in nice clothes had.

None. At all. He knew that from experience.

“I might... just leave it.”

That was the best decision to be made. Something excitable in him died, while the disappointment settled in. But he knew if he started something with this guy, it would get worse.

Cut it off at the root as soon as possible.

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Perhaps going to the diner the night before a shift was a bad decision because both Staci and Rook woke up on the latter mans living room floor with banging headaches.

Rook was the first to wake and stumble to the bathroom, extremely aware that he wanted to throw up but couldn’t. This went on for about twenty minutes before the bathroom was raided by Staci, who lovingly shoved his friend out of the way to actually throw up.

While his friend was busy vomiting violently into the toilet, Rook crawled out of the room and picked up his phone. Only a few minutes until they were due to clock in for work.

Groaning, he reluctantly dialled the Sherriff’s number.

“Hey, Sherriff. Would you be mad if me and Staci called in sick today?”

“You two get your asses up to this station right now or there’ll be hell to pay.”

How did he know?

“We... really shouldn’t be driving, Sir.”

“Then walk.”

Whitehorse hung up.

Shit, he’s pissed off.

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It took so long for them to get out the door, let alone walk all the way to the police station. Staci didn’t even have his uniform, but he insisted that there would be a spare one at the station.

Rook had to stumble about getting ready, before getting the bright idea to shove some water and food in his bag, to cure their hangovers.

Never in his life had Rook shown up to work hungover. It seemed to be something of a pastime for Staci, however.

They arrived to their place of work in a cold sweat, panting and, in Staci’s case, with a little vomit round the mouth. He couldn’t keep it in for the whole walk.

Whitehorse was standing outside the door, looking like the prime example of an angry boss - arms crossed, brows furrowed and a hard stare.

Rook tried to straighten up a little more, trying to seem apologetic and professional, despite the obvious unprofessionalism here. Staci didn’t even bother, clinging on to his friend for dear life, not looking anywhere but the floor as he groaned.

They walked gradually up the steps, slowly past Whitehorse, who moved out the way, still glaring. Rook swallowed and rasped, “It won’t happen again, Sherriff.”

“Clean him up and get in my office in five minutes. Both of you.”

It didn’t take too long to guide Staci to the station’s bathroom to throw up again. Rook had to wipe his mouth and give him water.

“I’m not getting you changed, Pratt.”

Staci chuckled behind the roughness of his hangover.

“Feeling any better yet?”

Staci waved an arm at him, breathing heavily on the floor. “Much.”

Rook raised an eyebrow, not believing him even a little.

They got to the office in seven minutes, but Whitehorse didn’t give a shit by then. He sat in his chair, not saying a word, while the two young men stood on the other side of the desk. Rook shuffled awkwardly from one foot to the next, while Staci stood casually, weight leant on one foot, still looking ill.

“I just can’t believe you two.”

Silence filled the room around his words.

“How could you be so immature? You realise I could fire you, right? The only reason I refuse to is because we have so little staff, so much so that I told you to get your stupid faces down here even though I knew you would be useless today.”

“And also cos you love us, Sherriff.”

Rook kicked Staci so hard he almost fell over, and Whitehorse spun around in his chair, facing away from them, under the guise of being so disgusted by their behaviour, he had to look away.

In reality, he was trying to hide the smirk that tried to creep on his face.

“You do realise the Seeds are planning to come up here, yes?”

Both of them felt their hangovers cure in a split second. Or did they worsen?

“Wait, the culty ones?” Staci asked, as tactful as ever. Rook’s eyes widened to the size of small moons.

“Yes, the god-damn culty ones, Pratt! And you two boneheads decided to-”

He was cut off by the sound of a car pulling up to the station. The old man swiftly got up out of his seat and peered through the blinds, confirming his suspicions.

“Look. They’re here. I’ll punish your sorry asses later. Just get out there and stop looking like you drank the entire contents of the Spread Eagle.”

Staci had to pipe up again. “Actually, Sir, it was Aubrey's Dine-”

Whitehorse pushed them both towards the door, muttering something that sounded like “Get the fuck out, son.”

They hauled ass to their desks, flopping gratefully into their chairs, while Nancy shook her disapproving head at them the whole way.

As the door to the station opened, Rook chucked cold already-cooked hash brown leftovers over to Staci, who mouthed “Thank you!”, pretending to cry with relief.

Sure enough, John Seed walked through the door.

Rook’s head snapped down quickly, a burning sensation already coming up to his cheeks. He threw a bottle of water at his friend, aggressively, when he quietly wolf-whistled.

Rook hoped to Hell that John didn’t notice.

Unlucky for Rook. John always noticed as much as possible.

Before their eyes could meet, Whitehorse came out of his office, looking relaxed and composed. Rook had to give him credit - he could hardly tell he’d been seething literally just 30 seconds ago.

“Hey there, Mr. Seed.” Like the southern gentleman he was, he offered his hand, and John, being a master of politeness, took it immediately, a fake and gleaming smile already on his face.

“Hello there, Sherriff. I hope you weren’t waiting for me too long.”

“No, no, you’re just on time, Sir. Would you like to talk in my office?”

“I wish he was as polite as that a few minutes ago,” muttered Staci, around a mouthful of hash brown.

Rook tried not to giggle and focused on the pile of paperwork ready to be processed on his desk.

They didn’t come out of that office for a while, and the atmosphere turned from light and humorous to a little ominous. Rook glanced over to his friend, who looked surprisingly solemn, his light nature faded a little.

Rook would never admit that this scared him a little. Staci wasn’t fucking about when he said that the cult situation was serious, because he was clearly worried.

This new, worrying tension did not break after John finally stepped out of the office, a triumphant and slightly almost smug smile all over his face (Rook thought it looked vaguely vicious, and his attraction to this man somehow grew and withered at the same time), with Whitehorse following, a grim look of reluctant acceptance attached to him.

It was deathly silent as the three others in the room pretended to not be interested and got on with their work.

“May I use your bathroom before I go?” John enquired, ever-so-politely.

Rook was already giving Staci a death glare before he could even twist his head and see the suggestive smirk on his friends face.

Whitehorse threw him a tight smile. “Of course... Rookie, show him where it is, will ya?”

Staci didn’t even have the chance to do anything sexual with his face, because Rook had already stuffed another cold hash brown into his face, to stop anything unprofessional in the workplace.

He didn’t miss the quiet fake-moan around the god damn hash brown though, and he had to whack Staci round the head to shut him the hell up. John Seed witnessed this, much to the dismay of Rook.

Awkwardly, he led the handsome man away from the scene and the silence crept on them both - it made Rook a little embarrassed but John seemed just fine.

After a nervous gesture to the bathroom door, he stood there awkwardly, while John looked closely, head tilted slightly.

Rook stared down at the ground, not looking up until John realised he wasn’t going to make eye contact with him.

“I recognise you, don’t I?”

Rook slowly moved his eyes up, accidentally (or not?) letting them graze over John’s body as he finally met his eyes.

Man, those eyes. Those blue eyes.

Rook smiled an awkward smile, but felt a little fluttery feeling inside.

He recognises me. A thrill went through him.

“Well, I’ve seen you around Aubrey's Diner a few times... I didn’t realise you saw me.”

John flashed a smile - not a fake one, like before, but a genuine amusement at the cute little look on Rook’s face.

“Oh, I saw you, Mr...?”

“Rook. Rook Diamante.”

John tilted his head up slightly, a small smile playing upon his lips. “Hmm, Rook Diamante...” He said the words as if he were testing them out on his tongue, and finding he liked them.

Rook couldn’t help but grin a little at that sight. “And you’re John Seed, yeah?”

The older man nodded, watching Rook carefully.

Rook could guess what he was searching for.

And his mouth opened before he could stop himself.

“You’re apart of your brothers... group or something, right?”

John laughed. “Yes, I am apart of Eden’s Gate.”

Rook nodded, with a quiet “ahh”.

John couldn’t help the widening of his smile and the slow, long look that pulled down Rook’s body. John let his gaze linger on the curve of the other mans ass and thighs. An image of John touching these parts of him flashed through his mind and left his heart racing and skin flushing slightly.

Rook didn’t miss this. He felt a heat rise up in him and for a moment, Staci’s suggestive comments running through his mind, and, for a second, he felt the crazy urge to shove John into the bathroom stall and grind up on him.

John stepped a little closer, feeling the tension between them. “This may be a bit unprofessional but... would you like to go to Aubrey’s Diner together sometime?”

Rook thought he might take flight in excitement. It showed in his voice, as he flustered, in a breathy voice, “Y-yeah! That... I’d like that a lot, actually.”

John grinned at the cuteness. “Good. Here.” He produced a little card from his jacket pocket, which Rook took, curiously.

It had ‘John Seed’ printed on it, with a phone number.

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“This was such a bad idea.”

“No, it isn’t, dumbass!” Staci rolled his eyes, rummaging through Rook’s old box of nail varnish. Rook had already taken out some black nail varnish out and painted a few hours ago.

Staci took out a dark, dark red colour and hummed in appreciation. As he started casually painting his perfect nails, Rook tried to get out of his third outfit choice of the night.

Staci frowned at him. “Why are you taking off the jeans? They show off your ass. Trust me, he’d like that.”

Rook growled and threw them across the room in frustration. He stood there in his dark red underwear, similar to the colour Staci was putting on his nails. “How the fuck do I know what he likes? I don’t even know him.”

Staci didn’t look up. “Isn’t that the point of tonight? Getting to know him or some shit?”

Rook groaned. “I don’t even fucking know! We didn’t clarify... maybe he...” Rook swallowed down disappointment. “... maybe he just wants to be friends.”

Staci did look up then. “Are you being serious? How much of a dumbass are you?!”

Rook put his hands on his hips, his eyebrows raised, bottom lip between his teeth.

“What are you looking at me like that for? Did you even see the look he gave you when he left the station? You don’t look at friends like that.”

Rook stopped the sass and starting biting his black nails. Staci rolled his eyes again and got up. He smacked Rook’s hands away from his mouth, and reviewed the outfits at hand.

There was silence for a moment as Staci worked his magic and worked out the outfit like it was a puzzle.

“Your favourite colour is red, right?”

Rook nodded.

“Hmm. Good. Dark red is your colour. Mix it with black. Put on them black jeans again. They’re your colour and they make you look hot.”

Rook did what was instructed, making no noise in argument. While he put them on, Staci ruffled through a few t-shirts and shirts in Rook’s drawer, making thinking noises.

He chose a few options. He held a dark blue t-shirt in one hand and a dark red shirt with buttons in the other. “This is the part where you have to choose.”

Rook pouted. “Why can’t I wear my slutty black and red one?”

Staci flicked his forehead. “BECAUSE.”

There wasn’t much more of an explanation than that.

When Rook had gotten the red shirt on him, they both argued about what piercings to put in. Eventually, they decided on plain rings up the side of his ear, but none on his ear lobe, as Staci declared it “too much”. The eyebrow bar was included, although Staci um-ed and ah-ed over this for a while.

By the time Staci had finished his work, Rook’s tummy felt the dormant notion of anxiety and butterflies. He took a deep breath in and tried to apply logic to the situation, just as his parents taught him.

This wasn’t going to kill him. The worst that could happen is John rejecting him.

He’s in a cult. He might try and indoctrinate you.

Rook was horrified by the stirring from below he felt at that thought.

Staci practically pushed him out of the building, squeezing out after him. “Don’t think so much, just go fuck him.”

Rook nodded.

“And tell me if he kills you.”

Rook whacked him.

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John has the sense not to arrive in one of the white Eden’s Gate trucks, instead pulling up to Aubrey’s Diner in a sleek car that looked too fancy for the small county.

Rook raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the wall of the building, feeling excited.

I’ve got a rich boy on my hands, he thought, amused.

John gracefully slipped out of the car and locked it with a simple press of his keys, not looking away from Rook.

John was captured by the way Rook appeared to be so casual but dressed like he cared. He let himself wonder what the other man might look like with those jeans and that red shirt off of him, a little smirk pleasantly displayed on his face, obviously intended for Rook to pick up on it.

Rook grinned, pushing himself off of the wall and stepping closer, letting himself take in the pretty man right in front of him.

Suits were so John’s look, Rook couldn’t even handle it.

The older man flashed a small smile, and Rook smiled back at him.

“Shall we go in, Mr. Diamante?” John asked, teasingly.

Rook laughed a little. “You can call me Rook, Mr. Seed.”

John chuckled and slipped a hand on to Rook’s arm, making him shiver. Rook was a confident enough guy but this man was absolutely oozing it - he wondered what it might be like to have John in the bedroom.

Chill out, he only put his hand on your arm.

They walked in, finding a seat easily. Rook looked at the drink menu and offered one to John.

He smiled, something a little off about it. “I’m afraid I don’t drink.”

Rook could sense a backstory but would never ask on the first date. Date?

“Oh, I see. Would you prefer me not to as well?”

John hesitated and it was all Rook needed to confirm it.

Before John could respond and explain that he didn’t want to be responsible for Rook if he got too drunk to walk or respond, the waiter came over, giving John Seed a dirty look.

The locals don’t like him.

“I’ll have a milkshake please,” Rook requested, with a smile.

The waiter gave him a look that said “Are you five?” but Rook didn’t give a shit. If he couldn’t drink, he’d focus on something else addictive. Sugar.

John looked pleasantly surprised and felt just as grateful. After he ordered a coke with ice, the waiter scribbling it down reluctantly, he turned to Rook.

“You didn’t have to-”

“No way,” he said, simply, “I could tell you would get uncomfortable. And you’re much more important than alcohol.”

John smirked at the implications and Rook’s eyes widened.

“I just mean-! I meant that you deserve respect more than some drink. I came to see you, not the drinks, after all...” Rook tried to fight off the blushing.

John chuckled. “It’s ok, Rook. Thank you, I appreciate your hospitality.”

Rook lets out a laugh through his nose and shakes his head. “It’s only basic respect, dude.”

John laughed. “That’s quite hard to come by nowadays.”

Rook scoffed. “Oh, trust me, I’m aware!”

The next hour was filled with discussion about the horrendous dates that they had both been on. Rook explained about the disrespect and fetishization for being Mexican and trans, which John took in his stride. John, in turn, described being body shamed and being pursued as a sugar daddy, which made Rook shake his head.

“So...” Rook started slightly hesitant, “You really don’t mind about the whole trans thing?”

It was so important to check.

John smiled gently and slid his hand over to Rook’s, placing it over his comfortingly. “I really don’t mind. If it’s ok for me to mention... I have been with transgender people before. I try to learn everything I’m supposed to, to make them comfortable, you understand?”

Rook grinned back. “Look’s like I picked the right guy to be attracted to then.”

John huffed out a laugh and leaned forward, teasingly. “You chose to be attracted to me, did you?”

Rook chuckled, a hint of seductiveness in his voice, despite the cheesiness of his next statement. “Oh, I’d say it was more like it chose me. You’re just something, you know?”

John had to fight the childish blush that came up to his cheeks. “Why, thank you, Rook Diamante.”

Rook shivered and felt something twist pleasantly in his lower belly.

“And I promise you, I’m not one of those people who actively seek transgender people... what are they called? I’m sure they had a name...”

“Chasers.” Rook supplied, drinking through his straw.

“Right.” John nodded. “I don’t understand that. You’re not a piece of meat, you’re a person. While you’re certainly...” he blushed, looking away from Rook’s smirk, ”attractive... you don’t deserve that kind of creepiness.”

Rook chuckled and nodded. “Agreed. I understand having some kind of fetish or kink, don’t get me wrong...” he flicked his eyes up at John, smirking slightly, “but if it’s something like that, it gets creepy as fuck.”

John laughed. “Of course. And... how much do you understand having some kind of fetish or kink...?” The question was part teasing, part hopeful, and Rook was ready to get into it.

“What an inappropriate question, Mr. Seed!” He took another slurp of milkshake. “I do understand having kinks, yeah. What about you?” 

He looked to John, curious to see what he says.

If he says he doesn’t have any, that man is a liar. Kink is written all over him.

John laughed, almost like he’d been caught out, with Rook giving him a “I know who you are” look.

“Yes, I have to say I do as well.”

Rook grinned and leaned forward. “Alright, man, pull out the list.”

John laughed hard, while Rook couldn’t help but giggle. His laughter was kind of contagious.

John stopped laughing and drank from his glass, still slightly chuckling around it. “Ok, I’ll indulge you. How about you suggest one and I’ll tell you which ones I... understand.”

Still grinning, Rook immediately pulled the first one he could think of. “Power play.”

“Yes.”

Rook called it. “Are you usually the submissive one or the dominant one?”

Gotta be a Dom right?

John smiled. “Well, I enjoy being either but... I gotta say, being a submissive is my preference.”

Wow, I was wrong. My fault for presuming, I guess.

John chuckled at the badly-hidden surprise on Rook’s face. “What about you, my handsome companion?”

Rook blushed and grinned. “Similar to you - I think I’d like being either, but...” He looked up right into John’s eyes. “I definitely would prefer being the Dominant one.”

John’s eyes flushed with something heated and his leg moved almost independently from him, to brush up firmly against Rook’s. Rook felt the urge to drag him into the bathroom again.

He liked that. Oh my God, he liked that.

John continued to rub his leg against Rook’s inner thigh, slightly but ever-so-noticeable. 

“Continue.” he whispered, gazing at Rook.

The younger man swallowed and tried to breathe naturally. “Ok. Choking?”

“Yes.”

Rook chuckled, breathlessly. “That was quick.”

An image of his hand around John’s throat popped into his head and his eyes flicked from his hand to John’s neck, trying to suss out whether or not it would be a perfect fit.

Only one way to find out...

Rook shook his head to snap out of it and tried to keep up the conversation. “Me too.”

John looked at him expectantly.

“Piss?” Rook blurted out, without thinking.

John couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Sort of? I can be into the power part of it, but it’s only really something I do if the person I’m with is particularly hot and particularly into it. What about you, Rook?”

Rook shook his head. “I don’t think so. It’s not something I would like to try.”

John nodded, smiling slightly. He was sensing a pattern in Rook’s speech, the way in which he was referring to these interests of theirs.

“Ok, something extreme. Knife and gun play?”

John breathed in through his nose, leaning back to take in the question, but not taking his leg away from Rook’s. “Now that’s quite a prompt.”

Rook laughed and looked into his second milkshake - banana, this time, instead of strawberry. Chocolate was next. “I’m sorry if that was too much.”

John chuckled, slowly and seductively. “No, no, darling.” Rook felt that feeling in his belly again. “In fact, that is exactly my speed.”

Rook watched him. “So? You... understand it, right?”

John nodded. “Oh yes, I definitely understand it.”

“I think I’d like to try them. It kind of tracks that I would like it.” He laughed awkwardly.

John leaned in, ready to ask the question he wanted to. “You don’t have to answer but it might be important if you feel like...” He pushed his knee further up Rook’s thigh, “taking this a little further.”

Rook leaned in too, somehow not scared.

“Are you a virgin, Rook? Or have you simply not done anything kink related?”

Rook blushed very hard. He knew this would have to come up at some point, and he wasn’t embarrassed, not really. But he was still a touch nervous, even if he didn’t think John would mind.

“Well, honestly, I’ve never really had sex before and was kinda hoping you would teach me.” It was cheeky and playful but, underneath, Rook was hoping John would take it lightly.

John chuckled, and placed his hand on Rook’s thigh too. “Oh, you handsome man, I think I would adore teaching you.”

Rook flushed with something lustful. “My place or yours?”

John laughed, almost with shock. “You’re eager, aren’t you?”

The younger man leaned closer and placed his hand on John’s chin, tilting it up slightly. “Only for you, pretty boy.”

John felt that the heat had built up too much for him to not say the next words. “Are you ok with your place?”

“Yes.”

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John drove them to Rook’s place, in warm silence that promised something hot as soon as they got inside somewhere with a bed or any other surface. Every so often, Rook would give directions and, every so often, John would turn to Rook quickly and give him a look that promised the best sex of his life.

When they pulled in to Rook’s place, there was a relaxed but hurried atmosphere. Rook wrapped an arm around John’s waist, and guided him to the door.

John grinned when Rook tried to open the door with his key, purposely placing himself behind him, pressed up against him, hands on Rook’s hips. The younger man looked back for a moment and glared playfully and John laughed.

“You’d better behave, pretty boy.”

John breathed in hard, taken aback but now a little hard at the idea of this man giving him a punishment for his bad behaviour. 

He leaned in to whisper in Rook's ear, breath tickling his skin. "You're very much mistaken if you think I'm the type to behave."

Rook whipped round very quickly, the door now open, and swiftly drew John's head close to his. As Rook bit the soft skin of John's earlobe, he heard John's breathing become more erratic.

"And you are severely mistaken if you think I'd let that slide."

And he pulled John inside.

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Ok so that was that!

If you want the actual sex scene, I might post it on my ao3 for ya to read. I'm going to post this one too.

I hope that was okay, if you feel something was done wrong, let me know! :)

[softguarnere]

Hey Dove!!!

Loved your first request so I had to send in my own 👹

As my name suggests, I’m a hoe for Eugene so anything, like literally any crumbs you have for him would be outstanding and I’d devour them. And/or something with Nix cause he just 😩 You can pick one or both, I’m fine with whatever! It can be relationship hcs or just regular ones like I said I’ll take anything 💀✋🏻

No rush at all! I look forward to seeing what you have for me 💞

Omg thank you so much, I'm glad that you liked it! I couldn't pick between Roe and Nix and wanted a challenge, so here are some headcanons for both 😌

Dating Eugene Roe would include . . .

OMG, the sweetest boy

I don't want to sound overdramatic by saying "love at first sight" but he definitely caught feelings for you the first time he saw you in Toccoa

Because he's kind of shy, he was unsure of making a move -- or even how he would go about doing so -- so when you're both chosen to be medics he's secretly a little freaked out inside because you get to spend more time together

He makes his move right before the D-Day jump, because he can't stand the thought of not having confessed his feelings if something happened to either of you

After his confession, he slowly becomes more comfortable around you. The men always talk about how quiet he's known for being, but when his shyness wears off around you, you know him better than anyone

Throughout the war, he's constantly checking in with you to make sure that you're okay. Because let's be real, the medics are always taking care of everyone, but who takes care of them? You both understand the toll it takes on someone to be a caretaker

In Bastogne, he always makes sure that you're warm. He'll share a blanket with you and teach you French and tell you stories about his life before the war while you watch the line

You casually mention that you never want to feel cold again when the war is over. It's something you say offhandedly in frustration one day while trying to find spare supplies, but he never forgets it.

As soon as you find out the war is over, he asks if you if you want to come to Louisiana with him, because you're not likely to get cold that far south

And when you agree, he feels like the happiest man alive

Dating Lewis Nixon would include . . .

Two words: Power Couple

Y'all are chaotic, but in the best way possible

Like, you would have so much fun together, are you kidding me?

When you have a weekend pass, you put it to good use. Pubs, restaurants, movies. Anywhere you can spend time together, you're there. And probably causing a little trouble along the way

As an officer, he tries so hard not to show you too much favoritism so that you don't get into trouble, but everyone knows that you're his favorite

He's an intelligence officer and it shows. He can read your body language so well that you sometimes feel like he knows you better than you know yourself. You could probably even just think a slightly negative thought and bam! He'd appear out of nowhere from miles away to comfort you

Sometimes, you're the only thing keeping him going. If he starts to falter, he thinks about winning the war to make the world a better place for the two of you to be together in it

And when the war is over? I hope you like to travel, because he wants to go everywhere

It's like having a weekend pass all the time. You have fun with it, but he feels like he's living the dream, because all those times that he told himself that he had to make it to the end of the war to spend the rest of forever with you finally paid off, and he's not going to waste a second of it

Thank you so much for the request! I was honestly so scared to share my writing at first, but everyone in this fandom is so sweet and I'm having a lot of fun here. I hope you liked these! 💖🕊️

[the-little-ewok]

Hi love! For your, Pov ask game! Hope you like them. I had so many ideas in my mind because honestly you could every scene from your fics in another pov and I'd be happy. But I tried to pick two for you to decide. One more spicy and one more fluff(not really but kinda). So, both from Strike Three because I still think about that fic like once a day. The fluffy one could be Poe's POV when they are sitting together in the cockpit. Right before (or during) this quote "Your bunk mate told me yesterday that you say my name sometimes in your sleep. [...] I don't remember you ever talking in your sleep when we've shared a room." The spicy one is also Poe's POV but in the lesson outside the cockpit. When he was asking things and telling her to concentrate while at the same time he was destroying her😌 hope you like one of those! Sending you a big hug💖

Firstly, your message is so lovely. Thank you for loving my writing and thinking about this so often! Secondly, thank you for the hug. Sending so many hugs back ♥️ Your first rewrite can be found here - Strike Three - Flying lesson

Your second... Below... Enjoy :)

Strike session - The test

Poe Dameron X Female Reader Rating: E Word count : 2100 (ish) Warnings: Explicit ; 18+ ; NSFW ; Fingering ; Language ; Bit of fluff Summary: After confessing your feelings during a flying lesson Poe is about to give you a test of your knowledge you won't soon forget...

A/N This is a rewrite of the flying test from Strike Three for the Certain point of view ask game

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"I still want my flying lesson."

Of course you do. Even now, pressed against the metal crates as he works kisses across your jaw and neck, Poe knows you're so stubborn that you still won't drop it. Your insistence on it almost makes him laugh. After everything that's just happened, everything that's been confessed, you're still holding him to his promise. And of course he'll give in. He'll teach you properly, he'll take you up, he'll let you fly. Stars, there isn't a lot he wouldn't give you right now. For now though, he'll settle on having fun. On making sure you have fun. You deserve a reward for putting up with me lately.

"Mmm, well…New deal," he proposes. He places a kiss against your neck, savoring the feel of your skin against his lips. "Flying has a lot of distractions. You're going to have to learn to concentrate through them. Make it through without three strikes? I'll let you fly."

Not that he'd keep you grounded now...not now that he's seen the way you reacted to being in the ship. The same spark of excitement that he feels when he's flying runs in you too. He'd seen it the second you'd climbed into the X-Wing, the way you'd listened to every instruction, the way you were so excited for everything he could show you. He couldn't take that away from you for his own need to keep you safe, but right now in this moment, you don't need to know that. Besides, either way, there is no way you're winning this, and the groan you let out as you tilt your head to give his lips better access to your neck only confirms it. He knows you, and you might not know it yet, but Poe is fairly sure he knows exactly which buttons he needs to press to get you to fly higher than you ever have. And even if he doesn't, he has every intention of finding out the right sequence.

He slides his fingers across your abdomen, then down to your thighs as he nips at your neck. "Now, I don't have Ties, so you're just going to have to imagine it with me." Not that his own mind is on Ties either. All he can think about is how good you smell, how soft your skin is beneath his lips, how much he's desperately wanted this, how much it's obvious you want this too. I should have done this months ago. "Think you can concentrate through it?" He can't help the smirk against your skin, knowing what you're about to say. There's no way you'll go down without a fight, but he's not going to make it easy for you.

"Deal. I can concentrate on anything if I need to."

The confidence in your statement only makes him more determined to prove you wrong. We'll see, baby.

His hand slides between your legs, his fingers pressing against your clit through the thin material of your trousers. The gasp you make is like music to his ears and makes him want to spin you around and take you then and there. But he wants this to be just as much fun for you. He wants you to enjoy this so much that every time you fly you'll think about this moment. He wants you to think about the pleasure he's about to give you.

"Unfair, Dameron. First Order wouldn't be doing that."

Ignoring your comments, he presses his fingers just a little harder against you, watching you swallow. Fair or not, it's not that it's a lie. Flying is hard. Flying with distractions is harder. Besides, Poe reasons that this is much more fun than any simulator he can put you in.

"Improvising." He doesn't see the point in saying anything more. Both of you know this really has gone far beyond just flying lessons. When he removes his hand, he doesn't miss the fact that you press your thighs together, no doubt trying to relieve some of the aching need you’re feeling. I'm gonna help with that, don't worry, baby.

Poe skims his hand along your waistband, giving you a second to protest before sliding it down into your panties when you don't. Even if he wanted to, Poe can't stop the moan that falls from his lips as he feels how wet you are. He wonders how long you've been wanting this too, how much time you've both wasted convincing yourselves you were just friends.

"You seem to be enjoying this lesson. You’re fucking soaking."

He lifts his head to watch your reaction, biting his lip to stop himself losing control. This is about you. He wants to give you everything you've thought about late at night in your bunk, his name on your lips. He needs to give you that before he does anything for himself. The moan you let out is more than reward enough for having to wait so long to know your desires. He can feel your fingers curl into his shirt while you keep your eyes on him, stubborn even now, trying to concentrate as he presses his fingers against your most sensitive bundle of nerves. You're fighting against letting go he realises. You want to win this. His own competitive nature sparks up.

So that's how it's going to be, baby? Just you wait.

"Enemy ships have arrived on your tail. What are you gonna do?" He leans in close to you, whispering in your ear as his fingers slowly, precisely, press against your clit before sliding all the way down, barely pressing into you before backing up, enjoying the way your hips buck against his hand in a desperate need.

"I... I... activate... deflector... shields. Grey button... front...fuck… l...left...side console."

Honestly, he couldn't give a shit if you're right or not, and at this point he isn't even sure himself. In any other situation, he'd be able to tell you the exact button, exact location. But he's so wrapped up in you that all he can think about is you. For just a second, he watches your eyes flutter closed, giving in to the pleasure. Poe knows he has you then, and he can't stop the grin that spreads across his face.

You have him too, he'd do anything you asked right now, but he’s not about to let you in on that fact yet.

"Strike one. Told you to keep your eyes on where you're going. You’re taking enemy fire and your lack of concentration means their shots clipped a wing and damaged your shield. Concentrate."

The way you moan and thrust your hips up against his hand drives him wild. You're so responsive, so vocal, and he loves it. Part of him realises that out here in the open isn't the best place for how loud you’re being. If he could have waited, then he would have taken you to his bunk, listened to you scream for him all afternoon, until you'd fall asleep, exhausted and sated. But after being kept up all night by the thought of you, he had no patience for that. He'll take you back to his bunk later, show you everything he's imagined doing to you, let you be as loud as you need. For now though, he knows you both might be on the verge of getting caught if you carry on.

All the more reason to make you lose sooner.

"Shhh. Someone will hear you. How are you accommodating the damage to your thrusters?"

He can feel you fighting it, fighting giving into the pleasure completely, your hands clinging desperately to his shirt. Knowing he needs to up his game, his tongue swipes down your neck as he presses two fingers into you. He can feel how tight you are, and it makes his own breath catch for a second, thinking just how tight you would be when he eased himself into you, stretching and filling you. Judging by the way your breath stutters as well, he knows this is exactly what you needed. He watches you try to form words to answer him, but right as you go to speak he purposely curls his fingers against your fluttering walls.

"Fuck!"

Poe is almost proud of that—the way the curse is almost dragged out of you the second he moves his fingers.

"Wrong answer. You're not doing very well at this game, baby," he teases, taking up a steady pace of thrusting his fingers into you, watching you start to fall apart, your resolve to not to give in obviously wavering. "And be quiet before someone hears you. Or I'll have to make you be quiet."

It's initially an empty threat, but the way you shiver as he says it makes him reconsider. You'd want that. He can see it in your eyes, feel it as his fingers work inside you. The tightening of your pussy, the hitch in your breath, the subtle changes in your body that tell him everything he needs to know. And he'll give it to you. Whatever you want, baby. Whatever you need. But right now he knows you need this. You need him to bring you over the edge. You need him to touch you in all the ways he'd hoped you thought about. He can tell by the way you're trembling, the cute way you’re biting your lip to desperately muffle your noises, the ones he's equally desperate to hear you make.

"That was strike two. You have no shields now."

He's being unfair and he knows it, but it's hard to feel bad about it with your arousal coating his hand, your whimpers filling his ears. His own breathing is getting heavy, his cock pressing uncomfortably hard against his trousers, desperate to be buried deep inside you in every way he's thought about for months.

"Poe." His name being whimpered on your lips almost breaks him. Sharp desire shoots through every vein as you grind your hips down on his hand, and for a moment, he almost reconsiders the entire game, wondering if you’d let him fuck you right now, right here, out in the junk yard. I can't wait to make you scream my name. He can feel how close to the edge you are, how your entire body is responding to his touches, crying out for him to throw you over. He wants that more. He wants you to fall apart for him. Because of him.

"Concentrate," he reminds you.

Concentrate on this, baby. On me and you. On everything I can give you. He presses a thumb against your clit while he curls his fingers, finding the spot that makes your hips jump against his hand. He buries his face in your neck, swiping his tongue over your soft skin, damp with salted sweat, needing the contact with you and knowing you need it as well. His fingers press against the rough spot inside you repeatedly, dragging you into your climax. Your walls clamp down on his fingers, fluttering and pulsing, soaking his hand as your fingernails dig into his arm. Realising you're being far too loud, he brings a hand up to cover your mouth gently, muffling your cries even though he'd love to hear them. While you try to close your legs, he continues to work you through your high relentlessly, drawing every tremble of pleasure from you, determined to make this last as long as he can to make up for wasted time.

"Strike three. Crash landing." He struggles to get the words out, trying to keep some sense of coherent thought while his cock is uncomfortably reminding him how much he wants you. He looks you over, still shuddering against him, your pupils blown wide as you come down, your soft whimper muffled as he removes his hand from your panties, committing all of it to memory.

"That’s - That’s not… Fair..." You're already glaring and talking the second he removes his hand from your mouth. Despite the fact you're glaring, he can see the need behind your eyes. Not only can he tell that you've never had it this good, he also knows you're desperate for more.

"Want to play again?"

Say yes, baby. He needs you so badly. He wants you to play over and over so he can drag those sounds from you in every way possible. When he presses his hips against yours, pinning you to the crate with his body, he can feel you shiver with need. He knows you both want more than just this. He knows you both need to give each other everything. He'll give it to you. He'll give you everything you need. Everything you want.

It's all yours, baby. It always was.

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Thank you for reading! Please feel free to leave a comment :)

If you liked this...further stories in this series:

Strike Three 

Strike Three - Flying lesson (Poe's POV)

A Sincere Apology (Sequel) 

A Sincere Apology - The spelling scene (Poe's POV)

Marks (Sequel) -Coming soon

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A certain point if view game

[pdrrook]

Can't remember if this got asked (I'm so paranoid I'm asking questions that I've already asked before lmao) but if the Mc asked the ROs to teach them their other language who would take it rlly seriously and do proper sit down lessons, who would try that and then just forget to keep doing them, who would just teach them words and phrases them as they'd use them thru the day and would anyone just not do it? Thank uu

(Asdfafasada no worries, chances are I don't remember either 😌✌️)

Nino and Flavio, both, the first thing they'd teach MC would be how to swear. Nino in a more sublime way, aka a full sentence or two just straight up how to demolish someone verbally, while Flavio'd opt for a handful of silly insults. Now, Nino's a terrible teacher, so MC'd be better off trying their luck elsewhere, but Flavio is (surprisingly perhaps) an excellent tutor.

Jewel would be waaay too invested. I can see her printing proper materials for MC etc. Also a good teacher material here.

Alan doesn't have the patience to teach anyone anything, but he'd tell MC random words and phrases, answering all their questions too. I wouldn't expect much engagement from him unless MC was really serious about it.

Laurent would insist that he's not qualified to teach MC (and imo he's not much of a teacher either. He's naturally very strict, but with people, he loves it's the other way around, and he gets too lenient), but if they were persistent or really just asked twice he'd give in.

Generally, Reed has lots of patience, and he'd teach MC well enough, starting from the most useful phrases. He's really drill them with grammar, though. 😂 On the other hand, a romanced Reed would find this opportunity too good to pass... teaching MC how to say allllll the best things, like 'I love you' for example 😉

[subtle-edge-of-rot]

watching Eurovision with the Sinclairs or Michael

I feel like Michael would get super bored and confused/irritated at me complaining about stuff so he'd quickly go to... distract me 👀 should be paying attention to him anyway 😌

also day went fine, it was hot outside (at least not sunny though), lecture was fun 👌🏼 there'd be so much rambling about random stuff the Sinclairs would have to deal with from me 😂

Bo would be like "wtf", Vincent would probably listen just cause he likes your voice and presence, and Lester would be feeling with you (like probably mirroring whatever you're feeling) even if he doesn't get it, and make an active effort to understand you

though tbh I could see Bo either asking you later in private, or looking up stuff on his own (maybe asking Vincent for help) so next time you talk about it he can flex with his knowledge - or just the fact that he does know stuff

he'd also just love how happy his interest in something you care about makes you

imagine Lester trying to learn a language for you 🥺 though I do for some reason have the hc that he did learn a language in school (I think Spanish would be most common but I'm self-indulgent and know some places teach German), that he was better at it than expected, and actually retained quite a bit of it - not even his brothers know this so when he suddenly comes out with that ability to understand some things you say etc they'd be surprised and... amazed? proud?

it would be beautiful

- 🔪

*is a filthy American who knows next to nothing about Eurovision*

Michael would be interested at first because he’s so hungry to learn, but he would quickly tire of it, of course making a move on you because it’s been too long since he’s had you last (his drive is so high).

Glad your day turned out okay!

I agree with you on the Sinclair stuff 🖤 and Lester taking German actually kinda floats my hc boat. He’s not fluent but he understands a fair amount.

[shmooooo]

butterfly, charming, dobby, doll, heart and kisses

butterfly - dream destination?

Oh that’s hard, I wanna travel so much jsjxjdj

Cliché but I actually really want to visit Korea because the country and culture are beautiful and I could practice my poor language skills

Morocco also looks beautiful and I would love to go there at some point

Oh and Estonia!! Since I considered moving there for uni and the country has intrigued me since the first time I heard about it ^^

(the list is much longer but yeah)

charming - have you ever been in love?

nope 😅

dobby - dream job?

Something including languages (and teaching other people something). I’ll start my teaching program soon so for now I’m planning to teach teenagers English and Spanish but I could imagine working in a museum or in the tourism industry later ^^ or maybe journalism

doll - how do you like to dress?

I usually like to wear either skinny or baggy jeans with a crop top and/or an oversized sweater. But occasionally I also like tighter skirts with tights… as for shoes, often sneakers or ankle boots (I wanna wear high heels more but my feet are sensitive af and I’m self-conscious about my height bc most people I know are shorter than me even though I’m 167 cm (5’6))

Basically either comfy, sexy(-ish) or elegant ^^

heart - silk or lace?

Both!! I own more lace than silk but not enough of either nsjxjdj it just makes me feel good 😌 and sexy

kisses - what romantic cliché do you wish for most?

Idk if this is a cliché per se but just the thought of a nice romantic dinner followed by walking through the streets and buying ice cream or other candy even though you already had dessert at the restaurant and said you wouldn’t eat more

Or a picnic!! I would love the whole “sitting on the back of a pickup truck and watching a movie while eating food you prepared”-idea but idk anyone with a pickup truck and car cinemas were only a thing here for like three months in 2020 so ig a laptop would have to suffice

Cute asks

[menshusband]

Bronze and canary yellow with Asra, mountain meadow with Cloudy aaand indigo with Peter

-r

hellooo bestie, sorry it took me a bit long to answer this! thanks for sending something <3

—Asra

bronze - do you and your f/o have any kinds of traditions you keep?

actually, it’s not that big of a tradition, but every night we sit together on the bed in silence, sometimes drinking something, and we just, enjoy each other’s company. this also helps us a lot to understand better the other without words, to know their body language or what their eyes say. :)

canary yellow - what are the silliest nicknames you and your f/o use for each other?

I call him “fluffball” sometimes hihi ^^ they call me “beginner” when my magic misfires, but he knows I’m better than him 😌 /s

—Cloudy

mountain meadow - on a particularly cold, rainy, or otherwise stay-in-doors kind of day, what activities do you do with your f/o?

hmmm :> we enjoy reading together actually! either both on our own just being in the other’s presence or from the same book, commenting it :) he also teaches me german and he enjoys telling me stories, be them made up, something they’ve gone through or something he thinks of our reality ((bit of a long story, but basically, in the second film of the trilogy, they go through a portal which takes them from their reality to ours. I’m not sure they were aware of its existence before, and once here, they had no idea how to behave , I swear it’s SO funny, if only you all watched their source and heard them tell these stories!)).

he lowkey enjoys cooking, too, so sometimes we do that with the others^^

—Peter

indigo - who says ‘i love you’ first? how does it happen?

ah, Peter, my sweet boyfriend. I would have never forced him into anything, when he was.. well, you know. going through all that. I was always by his side in any way I could , but he was still really reluctant to trust anybody.

but one day, he had the worst crisis after a long while. he phoned me and all I heard was him sobbing. not that I needed to hear anything more. I immediately went to his place and stayed there. helped him how I could. it took him really, really long to calm down from that, he held onto me like he had never done before.

we were watching TV together once he had calmed down, and he was laying his head on my lap while I petted his hair; all of a sudden he said, “hey”. I turned to him as he straightened to talk to me. “I’ve been thinking about it until now. I just.. realised how much you’ve helped me these past months, how much you’ve been patient. that was kind of you, and I guess I just wanted to thank you. for everything”. I smiled at him, but before I could reply anything, he quickly added, “I think I love you”. and well, that made me the happiest. I told him I love him too, and the community he’s part of allowed me to spend the night there with him.

[apenapaperandadoofus]

I KNOW I think this is the begging of my slut era 😈 nah I’m jk lol

It was nerve wracking cuz I’m usually really shy around new people, but my clumsy ass flirting somehow worked? Anyway idk if anything will happen he DID ask for mah phone but hasn’t texted (not gonna think much about it either way cuz I have my fictional husbands and wives keeping me company 😌 -that sounded so sad pFT)

And yeah! School is so rigged against you it’s CRAZY, I’m actually trying to get into a whole different career and it’s based more around languages/communication etc, which I excelled at in school (except French I’m sorry but fuck that I kept failing during last year it was awful 😭) and chemistry kicked my ass, and I don’t enjoy it so I didn’t get that many good notes, but rn looking at the career that I DO want to get into it’s like- I can’t wait! Not only does it have something that interests me but it’s teaching style is the one I excel at the most! (Presentations, speeches, debates, analysis etc etc) which is funny cuz school is just the typical do these pages homework and it’s like, ugh not fun. Anyway school is flawed lmao

I hope pharmaceutical school is going well! I know it’s a really hard career so I wish you all the luck, I’m sure you’re killing it!

And yes hehe, iirc my Japanese teach said Tama was a really popular name in Japan and that it means ball (along with Jewel in Japanese!) I wanted to name her Babooshka like the song but my mom who was the one that got it didn’t let me 😒

And omg meeting your bff! That must be so exiting! Please don’t get into too much chaos lmaooo but I truly hope you both have fun!

Have this:

Jgsjfyjgdho Api!!! I missed you!! How are you doing? Tell me!! I gotta make myself some tea!

Also have some hugs

HAI MY LOVLIEEEEE

So a LOT has happened (guess who went to a party yesterday and met someone eHEM)

School has been- well school (tho guess who’s grades are also way better than when in hs lmaoooo)

Apart from that I think everything’s good! We just got a new cat and I love her her names Tama

She’s my babyyyy and loves getting on computers 😑

How about you my friend???? How are you doing? I hope life’s been treating you well! And that the tea was good 😌 I’m actually omw to make some for this killed headache I cannot for the life of me pfttttt

I’m sending you tons of hugs and kisses back!

[softguarnere]

Hi, Dove! I saw that you’ve been doing ships, and I wanted to try it! I've never done this before, so I'm a little nervous, but this seemed like fun and I’ve had a tough week at work soooo yeah (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

I’m Amber, she/her, from Louisiana. I’m around 5’8 and I have brown eyes and curly brown hair.

I’m an introvert, and it takes a while for me to feel comfortable around people, but once I do I’m pretty talkative and full of sarcasm and pop culture references. I’m also a terrible procrastinator (even with things that I want to do??? Idk) and a perfectionist; if i don’t think I can do something perfectly I just don’t do it at all, which is something that I’m really trying to work on. My love language is words of affirmation. If someone pays me a genuine compliment I will think about it for days! I’m an Enneagram type 9 (Peacemaker). I have a VERY hard time telling people ‘no’ and sometimes agree to do things just to keep others happy, another thing that I’m trying to work on.

I spend my free time watching tv/movies, reading, and making gifs. I always carry a book with me, in case I have a spare minute to read. I’ve been told that I’m a dramatic reader, I can’t keep my reactions to myself and I end up with people asking me what’s happening in my book! However, I’ve mastered my poker face when I read fanfiction 😌 I love driving places because I can have concerts in my car, although I’d rather have someone drive me around and just let me sing… I buy new journals and planners every year, sometimes multiple a year, but I’m not the best at actually using them….I just love how pretty they are and how put together they make me feel when I do use them!

I’m a teacher of two year olds at a childcare center, so my day is full of loud/energetic toddlers! I love my job, and while I do hope to be a mom one day, I’m also very happy when I get to go home to the quiet and my cat! I attend church every Sunday, and I also teach children’s church on Wednesday nights.

Ok, that’s all I can think of to put about myself….I hope this rambling is somewhat coherent! Thank you for taking the time to do this and for sharing your writing!! 🥰

Hi Amber! Thank you so much, I'm so glad that you've enjoyed what I've shard so far 🥰 I love your gifs, so I feel like I'm talking to a celebrity rn hehe 🙈 I'm sorry that you've had a tough week, and I hope it gets better soon! Sending some positive vibes your way ✨

I ship you with . . .

Joseph Liebgott!

I am once again on my introverts with extroverts agenda because I stand by it! When y'all first meet, he would be so determined to see if he could bring you out of your shell. And when he does he would just immediately be so head over heals for you. You guys would have so many inside jokes, and he's thrilled that someone finally gets all his witty references

He would be so supportive of all your endeavors, especially if it's something that you want to do but keep putting off (as someone whose executive dysfunction constantly holds her back, I really feel your pain babe!) One of his main love languages is touch, so if you need it he'll just kind of hold you and softly tell you positive affirmations until you feel like you're at a good place to get going, or at least to start

And omgggg, this man would be throwing compliments at you left and right, especially when you first meet, just because he knows it gets to you and he loves the way you light up when he does it

No but Joe is actually pretty good at communicating what he wants and needs, and that's the hill I will die on. If he sees that you're having a hard time telling someone no, he would be so willing to step in for you and make sure that you don't agree to something that you don't want to do

We all know he likes to read comics, but when you get together his favorite hobby becomes reading comics while he holds you. (Actually, maybe just holding you is his favorite hobby) Either way, if you're lying together on the couch to read, he feels like he's on cloud nine, just because it's so peaceful and makes him feel content. Sometimes he doesn't even read -- he just watches you read because he loves watching how expressive you are

He's a great driver. Does he sometimes get a little angry at everyone else on the road? Yeah, but he drives for a living, so we'll let him have this. Sometimes he gets fed up with driving and wishes that he could just stay home instead, especially if he has to drive out of his way for something on one of his days off. But if you're in the car, he can't even get mad at anyone, because he's too busy trying to sing duets with you, or letting you put on your own personal concert for him. Those are the moments when he thinks he might actually like driving, just because he gets to have fun with you

Okay but I feel like one day you pick up a journal, determined to finally use it, and your heart just drops because omg there's writing in it? Did I accidentally buy a used one somehow? But then you realize it's Lieb's handwriting, and he's written down little notes and drawn little doodles/comics so that you can enjoy them while you're working

Omg he would love your job and how passionate you are about working with kids. After all, he knows that he wants to be a dad some day. He definitely listens to you tell stories about funny things your kids have said and done and it just kinda makes his heart glow because he knows that if you guys decide to have kids that you would be an amazing mom, and he would be so excited to go on that journey with you

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you liked this 💕🕊️

[yeseniahtmm]

AppleDash is one of the healthiest and most realistic relationships on the show. They have seen each other at their worst and STILL continue to get along really well despite their differences (Buckball Season for example).

1. People let AJ & RD’s arguments cloud their opinion on the couple way too much. They have had MANY positive interactions throughout the show, way more than arguments. Competitions are their way of bonding/having fun together. I’m sure they would’ve stopped if competitions were harming their friendship.

2. They share the same passion for their common interests and are so driven. They know how to have fun. When they compete together rather than against each other, they are a super strong team (“Team AppleDash is basically unstoppable” - Twilight in A Trivial Pursuit). They’re the definition of a dynamic duo.

3. They’re always competing for first place. To me it seems like they wanna impress and prove themselves to each other, but that’s a different story😌

4. We need to get rid of the stereotype that relationships are only valid if they are “mushy,” if you will. Every couple’s love language is different, they don’t have to look a certain way for them to be considered healthy. I have a head canon that they’re super sweet and loving with each other bts tho considering their amount of physical touch on the show. I feel that they just don’t like to publicly present themselves that way:)

5. You can tell how much RD admires AJ’s physical strength 😩 Applejack is so goofy when she’s not working which is perfect for Rainbow and a perfect combination in general. You can tell that they truly enjoy each other’s presence. They have so much fun, especially when they make fun of Twilight together. They don’t mind doing favors for each other either! They’re so quick to say yes (Grannies Gone Wild is an example of this).

6. Applejack’s caring nature is perfect for Rainbow’s clumsiness. They balance each other SO well and they’re able to cancel out their individual toxic behaviors. Applejack teaches Rainbow patience (cause trust me, she needs it) and Rainbow teaches AJ how to relax and have fun. Rainbow knows how to push AJ to be more open about her feelings (The Last Roundup). They are both practical ponies and seem to be satisfied with living a simple and honest life.

7. I think they are the closest out of the Main 6 and truly deeply understand each other. Not only that but their elements are probably the most important out of the six in a relationship, honesty and loyalty. Applejack and Rainbow Dash just make sense.

Romantic or not, Applejack and Rainbow Dash have a strong relationship with each other that they work either way, friendship or partnership.

Everyone is entitled to their own opinions but I just wanted to provide an argument for this cause I’m bored lol. It’s not that serious but I will always defend my fave comfort ship. And I will always respect a different opinion:)

I'm still upset that out of all Mane 6 x Mane 6 ships, they decided to go with Appledash. Just...why? They would have a pretty unhealthy relationship. Especially since their bickering/competing didn't seem to improve much over the later seasons. Sorry, but I just really don't like these two together as a couple. Literally any of the other Mane 6 ships would have worked much better. Even Rarijack and Raridash.