#peachpitocs

“What do you think?”

-   ✩   「   @peachpitocs  」   ✩

「 ☆ 」    ❝  Marquel.  ❞  He corrects, tone not holding as much bite as it would if Marquel were informing anyone else about what he prefers to be called. More quickly firm— feathers ruffling a bit to make it clear it WON’T be happening again —before plumage settles and he slips back into an appreciative smile at the sight before him. Miguel didn’t mean anything by it. How could he know about the hang-ups that Marquel has about shortening his name, or the sense of interchangeability it makes him feel. Foolish as he knows it is, considering how vastly different he and his similarly-named brothers are. But with a mother that can’t even be bothered to call him by his correct name, let alone remember that it’s even in the mix, it’s no wonder he’s protective of one of the few things that makes him FEEL different.

Marcus... Marius... and Marquel.

One of those things is not like the other.

❝  Aaaaaaaaanyways—  ❞  He drawls with a laugh, a finger pressed into his cheek as he coyly tilts his head,  ❝  Who said you’re asking me to do anything? I’m offering to buy you some dope-ass threads, because I like you and I want to.  ❞  Fluttering long lashes through impishly lidded eyes, he saunters forward, steps slow and measured as he approaches the adorably apologetic man,  ❝  And because my bodyguard needs to look just as good as I do... Or at least, close~  ❞  He teases, circling around Miguel as if he were a predator sizing up a choice cut of meat. 

❝  As for what I think... I think—  ❞  Dragging a finger along Miguel’s shoulders as he passes behind him, grazing the feathers on the back of the larger man’s neck, he hums at the way the tight fabric clings to his soon-to-be-bodyguard. Miguel wasn’t kidding when he said it was too small. Brow quirked, he halts in front of Miguel, snickering as he walks two fingers up Miguel’s chest,   ❝  —you’re right. This suit is way too small. I’m pretty sure if you tried to kick someone’s ass, it’d rip right off of ya. So, yeah... Not great for a bodyguard.  ❞  

Smirk gaining a bit of mischief to match the glitter in his eyes, Marquel abruptly pushes Miguel back into the dressing room, the door shutting behind them. Marquel never has been one for sharing what he’s deemed his and should Miguel agree to his request, he’s not about to let the rest of the high-end store be witness to it. Resting his back against the door— as if his lithe form could ever successfully block anything —Marquel tilts his head and playfully asks,  ❝  What d’ya wanna bet it just- rips right off when you flex?  ❞  

🎶 for Joey and Dahlia!

    there’s a melody in everything. // @peachpitocs​​

ALL YOU WANNA DO from six.

This guy finally Is what I want, the friend I need Just mates, no chemistry I get him and he gets me And there's nothing more to it He just cares so much, he's devoted

GREAT DAD by budman

i’m so consumed with such thoughts that i’ve become lost the world i’m living in, is one in which i am what i am not i get as close as i can while waiting for them to break up and i’m holding her hand, but its not real, its made up its fiction dog, it’s taken a whole lot for me to say that but after time and time again, it’s time for me to face facts

BEAUTIFUL ? by ilymation

Yknow, I've been burned before You walk over to my door Late at night when I knew better The air was getting colder You saw what I did to my shoulder Late at night when I knew better

PEACH SCONE by hobo johnson

I love the thought of being with her I just really hope that she doesn't get hurt, y'know ? They say it takes two years to come back down to earth From that lovely place that you've been, I heard it's so nice

ALDONZA from man of la mancha

gimme dahlia/joey kid... for the good timeline..... // @peachpitocs​​

        you have my eyes. you have your mother’s name. // accepting.

"Don't make a big deal out of it, okay? But I got you this hoodie. Because it is pink and yellow, and I know you like colours like that. And I wore it to bed for a week and then washed it with my detergent, so it should feel like you stole it from me." Anesh for Shiro!

-  ✩   「   @peachpitocs ​​  」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   Shiro never thought that he’d be able to find himself a boyfriend. Let alone one who is hot in an edgy way, with a deceptively-sweet center— granted, Shiro had to break through a grumpy exterior to reach it, but there’s something gratifying about that —and a tolerance for bullshit that is both worrisome and yet a major relief when it comes to the antics of a certain pastel pretty boy. Antics that, against all logic, Shiro doesn’t reign in even after the miracle of having Anesh like him back. Fortune had smiled upon the lonely teen and part of him is still afraid that lady luck’s playing a cruel joke. Waiting for just the right moment to pull the rug out from underneath him and laugh as he tumbled down into a broken, dirty heap. One even Shiro can’t manage to clean.

But— Anesh had somehow fallen for him when he was being an insufferable dork. A true scourge upon his family name. Nothing like the silent, timid, obedient doll he used to masquerade as. So obviously Shiro must be doing SOMETHING right… No point in fixing what’s not broken. Or in this case, fixing something that’s finally been allowed to break. Cracks on display across Shiro’s surface, traced and adored and accepted by the boy holding out a brand-new ‘used’ hoodie.

Taking the hoodie from Anesh with an excited gasp— the words ‘don’t make a big deal’ already thrown out the window —the garment is admired for a moment before it’s held tightly against his chest. It’s soft… and already surrounds Shiro with his boyfriend’s comforting scent…. and the gift, the gesture, is more meaningful than Shiro could honestly ever express. Small as it may seem compared to the lavish life Shiro’s been exposed to since he was born, he’d gladly give it ALL up for that one simple hoodie.

❝  Awwwwww… ❞  So naturally, a mischievous light arises within his gaze, Shiro leaning in closer as he says in a drawn-out sing-song voice,  ❝  You liiiiiiiiiiiike me~  ❞  Which should be a-given since they are dating but— Snickering at his own childish teasing, arms abruptly wrap around Anesh’s waist, hoodie hanging from his grip and face buried against his boyfriend’s body. Turning so his cheek is smushed against Anesh, the taller boy is given a strong squeeze.  ❝  … I love it. Really.  ❞  

Words are quiet, antics set aside in favor of sincerity as the overzealous hug loosens into a relaxed hold, Shiro not moving away from Anesh’s warmth. Eyes shut, expecting Anesh to let him stay there as long as he wants, despite even Shiro being uncertain how long that may turn out to be. But it’s fine… In fact—

It’s not fair.

All Shiro’s done is laugh. People laugh all the time. But Anesh can feel his heart pumping as if he’s running a marathon, and blood rushing to his face, and no matter how hard he tries to look away, he can’t. He’s just staring at Shiro like a fucking idiot. A fucking idiot who went and fell in love with him.

He should say something before he gets called out, but his mouth is so dry and the only words that are coming to him are far too mushy. He can’t just hit Shiro with a “you’re cute when you laugh” or a “hey, can I kiss you?” or, worst of all, an “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Shiro, on the other hand, can flirt with Anesh as much as he wants. It’s part of his brand. It’s fun for him. It’s sweet and silly and probably doesn’t mean anything. But Anesh flirting back? Not only would that instantly expose him as having genuine feelings, but it’d go directly against the image he’s built for himself. And Anesh can’t afford to break down that image.

Especially because if Shiro does like him back, he likes the Anesh he knows right now. The Anesh whose biting sarcasm and jaded cynicism leak into everything he does. The Anesh who doesn’t care, who’s both above and below it all, who thinks romance is bullshit. Not the Anesh who’s sitting here, starry eyed over a pastel pretty boy who wrinkles his little button nose up when he laughs.

So he’ll just have to keep these feelings to himself. And maybe, just maybe, if he keeps posturing, Shiro will see something in him and make a move. For now, he can stare, and swallow what little moisture is on his tongue, and say, with too much love in his voice,

“That wasn’t even funny.”

-  ✩   「   @peachpitocs​ ​  」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   Shiro likes to laugh… He’s pretty sure there’s a saying that goes ‘if you don’t laugh, then you’ll cry’ or something of the sort. Regardless, there’s plenty for him to cry about— and he has. Cried. A lot. So now that he’s at UA, far away from his parents and that prison disguised as a home and the posturing— that kind of posturing anyway —he’s taking the opportunity to laugh. Even if it’s over something stupid, or he’s the one acting as such, he’s still going to laugh. One of the best parts of laughing though?

The attention.

For good or bad, there’s always someone looking his way to see what’s so damn funny. But Shiro has to admit, he likes it best when Anesh looks at him. Even though he’s pretty sure the other teen thinks he’s an idiot or wonders why he spends time around someone like Shiro. Honestly, so does Shiro. Yet, Anesh is still AROUND. He still looks. He still listens… So, things can’t be that bad between them, right? Despite the sarcastic quips or a tone that can be drier than burnt toast; even if Anesh sometimes looks like he’s smelled something awful, or the sun is going to be swallowed up in the sky, or god forbid Shiro is being a bit too ‘Shiro’ around him….

Anesh is still next to him. That’s gotta be worth something.

“Hey, Dahlia. I fried some rice with, like, vegetables and tofu if you want some. You look great today, if I didn’t say that yet.” From her soft simp of a roommate <3 // @peachpitocs​​​

           unprompted.  // accepting.

      dahlia finally had stepped out of her room for the day -- a place she was cooped up in for the past days. it had been... hard since she was LET GO of her job. and that was describing the whole situation... very lightly. it was HEART-BREAKING. HUMILATING. she dedicated nearly ten years to a man just so he could...

      well, she suppose that’s what she gets for dedicating her life for a MARRIED  man who just using her as an outlet. ❝ ... ❞ she knows joey has been trying to help her and she’s so grateful for him. honestly, he’s been a lot of help. some days are just -- harder than others.