Sunny Days in Turtle Bay

Multi-muse Rp blog for Turtle Bay Penned by: Jason

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Who: Zach and Zay

Where: Zay's place

Zach had heard the rumors, the growing rumblings around town that Zay had caused quite a stir at the New Years Ball engaging in some very public acts. Actions that reflected poorly on not only Zay but their entire family. Zack was disappointed but not surprised. As much as Zach had tried to impress the importance of upholding their family's reputation to Zay, stress that his actions affected more than just himself his brother never seemed to listen. Zay was always more concerned with immediate gratification, with satisfying his own wants and needs to stop and think about how these things. Zach tried not to let it bother him too much but he had let himself live with regrets for years, hurt Nicole and Olivia, missed out on countless moments with them under the belief that he was doing what was best for the Avery family name. He hadn't sacrificed all of that just for Zay to tarnish the family reputation over one night of fun. He needed to address this before his brother caused even more damage.

Before he'd really processed where he was going, Zach found himself outside of Isaiah's place knocking on the door. Then he was standing waiting impatiently for his brother to open the door. He knew Zay didn't have a job so he wasn't at work. Finally Zay opened the door and Zach gave him a disapproving look. "Can I come in? We need to talk." He said sternly not waiting for an an answer before he pushed past him and stepped into Zay's place. He waited until Zay had closed the door behind him. This was not a conversation the rest of the town needed to hear. "What's this I'm hearing about your.... indiscretions during the snowstorm?" Zach practically demanded crossing his arms as he stared Zay down disapprovingly. "When are you going to learn that your actions reflect back on this family? We have a reputation to uphold in this town Zay." He reminded him even though he was certain it would fall on deaf ears. It always did.

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Evan: So I heard the Sunniside drive-in is showing classic rom-coms this month. Evan: Any chance you'd be interested in joining me sometime?

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Trenton nodded. "I understand the sentiment. I am obsessed with the theatre. Full, empty, I don't care... I would camp out on the stage all the time if I could..." He admitted, almost blushing. It seemed eccentric, but he couldn't help it. He loved acting. He loved the stage. He couldn't help but chuckle as Liam knelt down to pet Pips. Pips was very happy for the pets. Tail wagging fast and bouncing around at his feet. "Blood sugar. He can tell when it's dropping or raising by the smell of it. He works better than my CGM. Annoyingly so..." Even still in training, there was nothing that really got past Pips.

Taking a seat on the edge of the stage, Trenton kicked his feet and couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, there is something about people who really, really act on a stage. Maybe we are just too dramatic for words..." he teased a bit. He shrugged his shoulders. "Malcolm Hargrove was really what brought me to Turtle Bay. He has a reputation... and I just - I had to be mentored by him. Not to mention, the chances a little Scottish boy gets on Broadway? Insane. But Vox? The estimates are a little higher, don't you think? It's a good starting place."

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"I mean that seems totally fair to me. Though I'm not sure how comfortable actually camping out on the stage would be." Liam teased playfully. "You're a good boy, yes you are." He cooed as he pet Pips laughing at how eager the little dog was to be pet. "Wow, that's really impressive." He said "I'm sorry you have to deal with that though, I'm sure that can't be very fun." Liam offered sympathetically.

"You're not wrong." He agreed with a chuckle. "But we certainly make the lives of those around us so much more interesting." He quipped with a smirk. And then Liam's eyes widened at the mention of Malcom Hargrove. "Malcom Hargrove as in the playwright?" He asked in disbelief. "I had no clue he lived here in town too. The man's a genius!" He gushed "I've been in a few of his shows. I've always admired the way he writes such interesting characters. I can see how the opportunity to work with him would be pretty hard to resist." Liam agreed. He hadn't been here long but this small town was constantly surprising him with how much culture and presence the arts had here. He definitely hadn't been expecting that but he was glad Turtle Bay had been able to surpass his expectations and assumptions. "It definitely sounds like a great place to start." Liam assured Trenton. "But I see no reason that you shouldn't end up on Broadway someday if that's what you want. It'll take hard work but from the admittedly limited amount that I've see there's no denying you have talent." He said. "You certainly seem to know a lot about this town and the arts, so what other secret hubs of culture is this town hiding that I should know about?" He asked curiously.

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Jesse: I think that would be a pretty good start. Would we both be naked? For body heat reasons..of course. Jesse: I'm sure we could. Jesse: Are you alone in the barn?

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Eli: Of course. Body heat is very important. Eli: Not exactly. Dawson's here but I'm sure I could find a secluded corner or something. We'd just have to be careful. What did you have in mind Captain?

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The Who: Vivian Sanders-Everett & Elijah Sanders

Where: Healing Paws

Vivian leaned against the doorway of the clinic’s back office, arms crossed and a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Hey, little brother,” she called, her voice carrying that teasing edge he knew all too well. “I was just thinking… who do you suppose would survive longer in a fight—us or the vet bills?” She tilted her head, watching Elijah with that familiar mix of affection and mischief. “Because honestly, between the two of us, I’m pretty sure we’re unstoppable… as long as we stick together.” Vivian stared at him for a moment still with that mix of affection and mischief on her face. "Which means you, are still stuck with me."

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Elijah was in the process of updating some charts in the back office when Vivian popped in with a look on her face that said she was up to something. "Hey Viv, what's up?" He greeted his sister warmly, though he had to admit he was a little weary what she was up to? "If this is your way of telling me I need to stop providing my services for free, I swear I only do that for the clients who need it." He promised sheepishly. "Those who can afford it always pay full price." He insisted. "But you're not wrong we do make a pretty great team don't we?" Eli agreed with a smile. It wasn't lost on him how lucky he was to work alongside his sister, or the fact that they got along the way they did. "Well good, because I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon." He quipped back warmly.

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''It defintely wasn't prepared.'' Amelia replied with a laugh as she prepared to do an examination on the man's wrist. ''The plows took forever it seemed to get to my street.'' She noticed there wasn't a bruise but the mention of it being sore was concerning. ''Can you move it around without pain? If it does hurt it may just be a sprain. As for your head we can check for a concussion. '' Thankfully it was nothing too serious except for him hitting his head. ''What's your dog's name?''

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"To be honest I'm surprised we even had any plows in town at all." Bastian admitted with a chuckle. He moved his wrist in response to Amelia's question and immediately winced in pain. "Not really no." He said sheepishly. "Hopefully it's nothing too serious. Having to teach a room full of second graders in a cast would certainly make things more complicated." Bastian quipped trying not to think too hard about how inconvenient that would be. He really hoped it was just a sprain or something "Okay yeah, that'd probably be best. My siblings would kill me if something was wrong and I didn't get checked out." He said with a small chuckle. "His name's Bennett. He's a golden retriever and a big ball of energy." Bastian said fondly.

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Easton couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at the mention of the expedition over here and it being too cold. “It is kind of cold, but honestly the cold doesn’t really bother me. It does really mess with my back a bit, but sitting in my chair with no power would also have probably affected my back just as equally. Walking is probably good for me.” He felt like he was seeing some nerves in Evan, but he couldn’t be sure. What did Evan have to be nervous about? Evan was beautiful and perfect. Easton was almost grateful that he had just come in from the cold because his cheeks were warming up but they were already pink so it wasn’t too noticeable. “It is very nice and warm, and the company is always nice.”

”And are your brothers okay?” Easton asked, stepping up to stand beside Evan. He reached out to put a hand on Evan’s arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. He gnawed slightly against the inside of his cheek. “Oh…” he frowned, “Well maybe the signals are just bad. I’m sure he’s okay. If the snow slows down, we could maybe go look for him.” Easton offered before nodding. “Yeah, the kids went with the ex wife down to Florida. They were complaining that it was actually cold down there, but hey, it’s not snowing! So, lucky them.” The suggestion of coffee made Easton smile and he nodded. “Baileys and coffee is absolutely the way to go.” He smirked. He resisted the urge to pout as Evan suggested that they would probably be out a while. “Oh, you know we will be the last neighborhood to reopen. Who cares about us over here?” He rolled his eyes. “Our kids will be happy though. No power. No school.”

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Evan's brows furrowed when Easton mentioned that his back was hurting. "I'm sorry your back's bothering you. Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked. "I could get you some ibuprofen or a heating pad or something." Evan offered. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of the man. Evan had always found Easton attractive but something about this moment made him feel even more drawn to him than normal. He knew Easton had just come in from the cold but if he didn't know any better he swore he could see the man blush slightly. Evan couldn't help but smile softly at the thought that maybe the other man was feeling just as nervous as he was. "Yeah the company is definitely nice." Evan agreed with a warm smile.

He frowned slightly as he thought about his brother's out there in this. Evan smiled appreciatively at Easton's touch and the gentle support the man provided it. It meant more to him than he could adequately articulate and helped ground him, helped keep him from spiraling. "Micah got stuck bartending tonight so at least I know he's relatively safe..." Evan said biting his lip as he tried not to stress about Caspian on his own out there in the middle of this. "Yeah you're probably right." He said with a sigh hoping Easton was right. "I just hope Caspian's not out there being reckless..." He trailed off "I appreciate the offer but I couldn't ask you to do that." Evan protested shaking his head, Caspian was his responsibility he couldn't ask Easton to head back out in this. He just had to hope he'd hear from his brother soon. "Definitely sounds like they got the better end of the deal." Evan agreed with a chuckle. "How many kids do you have?" He asked curiously. "Certainly a solid choice." Evan quipped with a smile. "Let me get a pot of coffee started." He said disappearing briefly into the kitchen. "It will probably be a while but you're more than welcome to stay here until the power does come back. I don't mind." Evan offered. "Yeah probably. Until they realize no power means no phones." He said with a chuckle.

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Briar shifted the box higher against her chest, like she could shield herself with laminated cardboard and powdered sugar. “First of all,” she said lightly, stepping fully inside and angling the box toward the counter, “I resent the implication that baking under mild emotional duress is a problem. It’s a lifestyle choice, Second, I work at a bakery and maybe these were just the leftovers I didn't want to go to waste." She glanced back over her shoulder at Bellamy, catching his faraway laugh, and nudged him gently with her elbow. “Where's my back up?"

Then she turned back to Bastian and finally noticed what he’d tried, unsuccessfully, to hide. Her brows knit before she could stop them. “Okay, hold on. You don’t get to interrogate me when you’re smuggling a wrist brace behind your back like a guilty teenager.” She tilted her head, eyes narrowing in familiar sibling concern. “What did you do?"

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Bellamy followed Briar into the house. His attention was so far from Bastian though as he immediately knelt down in front of Bennett and began to scratch him behind the ears. "Hi, buddy, hi. Yes, yes, I missed you too..." He muttered in baby talk as he leaned forward to give Bennett's head a kiss. He lifted his gaze though as Briar asked where her backup was. He smirked, shrugging his shoulders. "I said 'with a danish in my mouth'. Do you see a danish in my mouth...?" He gave a small chuckle, hugging Bennett again before moving to stand up.

His blue eyes wandered toward the wrist brace and he tilted his head to the side. "He's clumsy... am I right?" He was purely teasing, trying to lighten the mood that suddenly felt a bit too tense. From Briar's stress baking and Bastian's wrist brace. All he could hope was that no one bothered to ask him how work was, because that was a very sensitive subject as of the moment.

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Bastian couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head fondly at the way Bellamy immediately made his way over to Bennett. "It's nice to see you too. bud" He teased with a smirk before turning his attention back to Briar. "Oh I never said there was anything wrong with it." He clarified "But I am your older brother, it's my job to worry about the two of you and pick up on any signs that something might be wrong." Bastian reminded her. "So what's been bothering you Bee?" He asked gently.

Bastian sighed as Briar called him out for his wrist brace. "It's not a big deal. Really." He insisted. "Bell's not wrong, it was just me being clumsy. Bennett insisted we go out in all that snow, we hit a patch of ice and I landed on my wrist weird. I'll be fine, it's just a sprain." He assured them. "Now enough about me. Why don't the two of you both grab a drink, make yourselves comfortable, and then you can tell me what's new with y'all." He suggested.

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Micah shook his head, letting out a genuine laugh this time. “Afraid?” he echoed, eyes flicking sideways to Jamie before shaking his head again. “No. Selective. There’s a difference.” He wasn't sure if he would ever find anyone that he selected worthy of committing to. If anyone could ever match up with the version of Jamie that he kept in his head.

He watched Jamie flag down the bartender, and smiled softly at how familiar it all felt. When the drinks were set down, Micah lifted the copper mug, condensation already beading against his fingers. “Now this is a drink...” he teased approvingly before taking a sip. The ginger hit sharp and bright and he nodded, impressed. "Maybe the bartenders here aren't too bad." He laughed, shaking his head as he listened to Jamie's proposition. "So it was a set up. You offer to get me a drink and now I have to go first because of it. I see how it is." He teased, before leaning in and dropping his voice so just Jamie could hear it. "Bold move." He glanced toward the karaoke stage, where someone was wrapping up a truly tragic rendition of a holiday classic, then back to Jamie. “Fine,” he said, walking over towards the sign-up sheet and putting his name down. "I should be on in three."

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Micah's laugh sent Jamie's heart aflutter, he'd missed that sound more than he would ever admit. "That makes more sense. You've always been pretty picky." Jamie teased with a playful smirk. That was part of why Jamie had worked so hard to get to where he was honestly. Unlike most of the town Micah had never made him feel like he was less than but Jamie wanted to become someone worthy of Micah. Someone Micah might be proud to call his one day. Jamie wasn't sure if Micah would ever feel the same way about him but he was pretty sure that instead of making him more desirable to Micah it had the opposite effect. It had driven a wedge between them, caused this distance between them that he hated.

Jamie tried not to stare as Micah took a sip of his drink but it was hard to take his eyes off the man, the look of satisfaction and pleasure on Micah's face was hard to resist. Jamie took a sip of his own drink in an attempt to not be so obvious as he found himself wishing he had been the reason for that look. "That's high praise from you. Maybe they should use it in their ads." He teased playfully. "Since you're the expert here and you clearly have... opinions on my drink of choice what would you make me if you were the one behind the bar?" Jamie asked curiously. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He replied feigning innocence though he was sure the smirk tugging at his lips gave him away. Jamie was about to remind Micah that he had suggested a duet but Micah insisted he had a reputation to protect when the other man leaned in close and dropped his voice and Jamie's brain turned to mush as a shiver ran through him. He took a gulp of his drink and tried to will his nervous system to calm down while Micah put his name on the list. "I can't wait, you've always had a great voice." He replied with an affectionate smile.

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Nicole hadn’t realized she was holding her breath until she let it out in a slow exhale at his words. That he'd come home to her. She smiled, small at first as she reached up to finish brushing the snow from his coat, fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary. “You didn’t wake me,” she murmured back just as quietly. “I don’t think I could’ve slept knowing you were still out there anyway.” She looked back over at Olivia. “You don’t need to apologize,” she added. “Not for doing your job. Not for her worrying. She gets that from me.” Nicole’s hand slid from his coat to his chest, palm warm against the cold fabric, reminding herself in the reality of him standing there, safe and sound. “Last night was hard,” she admitted softly. “But it would’ve been harder not knowing where you were. Texting you… it helped more than I let on.”

Nicole met his eyes before she leaned in just enough for her forehead to rest briefly against his. “You’re not intruding. You never are,” she whispered. “I asked you to come because I wanted you here. With us.” Olivia shifted in her sleep and she stepped away from Zach just long enough to crouch beside the couch, easing the blankets back and carefully scooping her daughter up into her arms. Olivia stirred, blinking sleepily, curls falling into her eyes. “Mama…?” she murmured. “I’ve got you,” Nicole whispered, pressing a kiss into her hair. “You’re okay. Daddy’s here.” That was all it took. Olivia relaxed instantly, arms looping around Nicole’s neck, face tucking into her shoulder. Nicole straightened and looked back at Zach with a small smile. "I put a pair of Jeremy's pajamas and a clean pair of socks in the bathroom for you to change into." She carried Olivia towards the bedroom. "We'll figure it all out after we get some sleep. And we'll be warmer together." She nodded, placing their daughter in the middle of the bed and climbing in as she waited for him to change.

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Zach could get used to this. Coming home to Nicole and Olivia at the end of a long shift rather than going back to his empty place. Something about it just felt right and he couldn't help but smile. This moment had certainly made the shift worth it. As much as it had been one of the longest shifts of his whole career he would endure it again every day without question if it ended like this. "Yeah that's fair." Zach conceded "But I'm still sorry that I kept the two of you up worrying." He offered gently. Zach sighed contently and smiled as she rested her palm on his chest. The touch warming him from within, even with all the layers of fabric between them. "Yeah it was." He agreed. "Those texts certainly did help, but this right now, this made it all worth it." He murmured with an affectionate smile.

"I appreciate that. There's nowhere I'd rather be right now than here with the two of you." Zach insisted. He just wished it hadn't taken him so long to realize that. He was trying not to think about all the tender moments they had missed out on because of his stubbornness and pride when Olivia began to stir on the couch. He smiled affectionately as he watched the way Nicole scooped Olivia up with ease. "Hi sweetheart." Zach said fondly when Nicole told Olivia he was there. "You're sure he doesn't mind?" He asked. "Thank you." He said giving the two of them a fond look before disappearing into the restroom and changing into the pajamas Nicole had lovingly set out for him. It wasn't long before he emerged changed and ready for bed. "How do I look?" He asked with a playful spin before making his way over to the bed and placing a gentle kiss on Olivia's forehead. "Thank you again Nikki. For everything." He said appreciatively as he climbed into bed. It may have taken far too long for them to get here but it felt like they were an actual family. It was even better than Zach had let himself imagine.

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Greyson kept brushing Ghost even after Eli spoke, long, even strokes down the horse’s neck like the motion would help keep him steady. Eli’s warmth, the offer of a ride, the careful way he danced around whatever was sitting between them, all of it landed heavier than Greyson expected. He let out a quiet breath at the joke, something that might’ve been a laugh once. “Yeah,” he murmured. “You’d think I’d have learned by now.” He didn’t answer the invitation right away. His hand slowed, then stopped. Greyson rested the brush on the stall rail and leaned his forearms there, shoulders tense. For a moment, he looked like he might deflect again, tuck it all away like he’d been doing for months.

Then Eli asked if he'd done something to upset him. He didn’t turn to him immediately. When he finally did, his expression wasn’t angry. It was conflicted, caught between wanting to lie cleanly and being too tired to keep pretending nothing was wrong. “No,” he said quietly. “You didn’t.” He glanced back at Ghost, fingers absently curling into the horse’s mane. “I wasn’t avoiding you,” he added, not quite meeting Eli’s eyes. “Not exactly. Life has just been.. a lot and I wasn't sure how to bring something up without it blowing up into more than it needs to be.” He sighed, stepping back from Ghost a bit. “Can I ask you something?” Greyson said, looking up at him. “And I need you to answer me straight.” He clenched his jaw tightly before continuing. “What was your relationship with Tristan Miller?”

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Eli hated this, he really did. They had always been so close, Eli had always been proud of how close he and Greyson were. Even when it felt like they didn't have anyone else they always had each other. Sure they had had the odd disagreement here and there but those never lasted very long. There had definitely never been any lasting tension between them like this. Greyson had never turned down the offer to go for a ride together before and Eli tried not to let on to the fact that he hadn't answered yet worried him as much as it did. He really must have screwed up somehow, though he still couldn't figure out how. He tried to focus his attention to Echo and ignore the growing pit in his chest. Eli let out a small sigh of relief he hadn't realized he had been holding in when Greyson said he hadn't done anything wrong, that he wasn't avoiding him. But Greyson still wasn't meeting his eyes so there had to be more to the story. "I haven't really been doing a great job as your big brother lately huh? You seemed like you needed some space so I wanted to give that to you. I'm sorry I haven't been there to support you better through whatever it is you've been going through." He offered softly.

"Of course. You can ask me anything Grey." He assured him. And then his eyes widened at the question. He definitely had not been expecting that. Eli sighed and tried to steady his nerves as he met Greyson's eyes. "We uh..." He cleared his throat. "We started dating in High school. He was the first person I ever loved but well you know the history with our families. We had to keep it a secret and it killed me inside. He asked me to move with him to New York, somewhere no one knew our names or the feud between our families. We had everything all planned out. But I couldn't go with him. I couldn't leave you, leave our family behind as much as I really wished I could. And I couldn't ask him to give up his dreams for me even though a part of me had really wanted to." He explained "Besides we never would've worked out anyway." Eli said with a shrug before running a hand through his hair nervously as he searched for Greyson's reaction to the bombshell of information he had just shared. " What made you ask?" He questioned curiously, interested to know what had prompted Greyson to ask about his relationship with Tristan. Why now after all these years had passed.

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Jesse blinked at him, genuinely taken aback. For a second he just stared, brows knitting together as if Eli had said something in a language he couldn't quite understand. “Wait...what?” he said quietly, pulling back to look at him though his hand stayed on Eli's waist. “No. Hey. That’s not… that’s not what this is.” He let out a breath, a mixture of disbelief and a laugh. “I’m not asking you to hide. At all.” His head dipped slightly, trying to let himself open up and be more vulnerable. “I don’t know why you’d think I’d be ashamed of being seen with you. If anything, it’s the opposite. People would look at us and think you could do better. Hell, I’d probably think that too if I saw us.”

He took another dip breath, his thumbs rubbing against Eli's sides. “Being out with you? That part doesn’t scare me. Walking around town, grabbing food, running into people you love, letting them see you smile like this...” he lifted one hand to trace over Eli's bottom lip gently. “...that part’s easy.” He hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly. “It’s the label that trips me up. The part where someone really gets in. The part where expectations start forming and I’m suddenly afraid I won’t live up to them.” Jesse leaned his forehead against Eli’s again. “But I don’t want to be a secret. Not to you. Not to anyone.”

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Eli's breath caught in his chest. He was sure this was it. Jesse would realize he wasn't worth it and bail before things went any further, before feelings got involved any more than they already had. And then after what felt like ages Jesse finally spoke again. Eli couldn't help but smile at the man's words. "You're not?" Eli asked, his voice full of hope and vulnerability. "Sorry, I guess that's a bit of a sore spot for me." He apologized sheepishly. "I had to keep my last relationship a secret and I hated it. It tore me up inside always having to sneak around. Not being able to talk to my family and friends about him." Eli explained softly. "I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit Jesse. You're quite a catch whether you believe it or not." He insisted giving him a look. "Honestly though, if people want to talk that's on them. I enjoy spending time with you Jesse. I like the way I feel when I'm with you." He offered with an affectionate smile.

Eli sighed happily at the man's assurance and comforting touch. His smile growing even wider as Jesse's thumb ghosted over his lip causing a shiver of pleasure to run through his body. Eli brought up a hand and caressed the side of Jesse's face tenderly. "We don't have to put a label on anything if it makes you uncomfortable but for the record I don't think that's something you need to worry about." he assured Jesse softly before leaning in and kissing the man again savoring the way Jesse's lips felt against his, the way his mouth tasted. Eventually Eli pulled away reluctantly to catch his breath. "I suppose I should probably show you the rest of the maze before it gets dark huh?" He said with a lopsided grin before reaching out and taking Jesse's hand and leading him the rest of the way through the corn maze.

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The Who: Mazie & ??

Where: Starbucks

Mazie tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she finished topping a caramel macchiato with a perfect crosshatch of drizzle. The morning rush hummed around her—espresso machines hissing, blenders whirring, soft indie music playing overhead. She glanced up as the bell above the door chimed and offered a bright, welcoming smile.

“Hi there! Welcome to Starbucks!” she said cheerfully, resting her hands on the counter. “You picked a great day to stop by. We’ve got a special on our Cinnamon Dolce Lattes—hot or iced—and our new Honey Lavender Cold Brew is getting amazing reviews. Oh! And if you’re feeling snacky, the double chocolate chip muffins just came out of the oven.”

She leaned in slightly, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “So tell me, what can I get started for you today?”

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Liam was out running some errands when he stopped by Starbucks to get his daily caffeine fix. "Hey Mazie!" He greeted back as he entered and was immediately greeted by the owner working pleasantly behind the counter. He paused and listened to her recommendations as he decided what to get. Normally he was an iced white chocolate mocha guy but that Cold Brew did sound really good. "Okay, you've convinced me. Can I get one of those Honey Lavender cold brews please?" He asked. "And I'll never say no to a fresh double chocolate chip muffin." Liam said with a chuckle "So I'll do one of those as well please." He said. "How's your day been going so far?" He asked. "Business been pretty good today?"

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"No, no, please..." Trenton bounced forward slightly, "don't feel like you have to leave on my account!" He really was just playing around. He hadn't been casted in anything yet. He was mostly exploring and savoring a real stage. "This is all play. I wasn't doing anything seriously..." He confessed. As Pips yipped, Trenton quickly shot him a look. Pips wagged his tail and went to lay his head back down. When the man talked to him though, Pips bounded up and ran for him. "Thanks... he knows he is. He is a service dog... in training... We gotta work on the personal space things... Pips!" When he said he wasn't a making fool of himself, he gave a small smile. "Thanks..." he said in a soft voice, ducking his head to try and hide the warmth that was flooding his cheeks. "Exactly! There is something so much better about practicing on a stage rather than just your bedroom..."

He tilted his head to the side, watching Liam for a moment and then giving a firm nod. "It is obvious, yes... but in the best way. It's probably not obvious to someone who isn't dreaming about acting as well. The average person probably wouldn't notice..." He looked around, admiring the high ceilings and the curtains. The stage was elaborate. He had never seen anything quite like it in a small town setting. Royal Albert Hall and Broadway... but Vox was like a combination of the two. "It really is... impressive for a small town..." His eyes widened a bit. "Liam Alexander... Juilliard... Bloody hell..." He sat up straight realizing that he probably sounded insane. "I swear I'm not a stalker... but I've done my research on a fair amount of schools and actors and theatres. I needed to pick just the right one to move from Scotland, ya see? Your name came up as like honors or something..."

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"If you're sure, I will never say no to more time in an almost empty theatre. There really is nothing quite like it. The stillness, the potential, the lingering presence of the passion of performances that came before us." Liam remarked affectionately. "Isn't that exactly what all of this is at the end of the day? Playing, experimenting, taking chances." He said. Liam couldn't help but smile as Pips ran over. "May I?" He asked before reaching down and petting the dog happily. "It's okay I don't mind." Liam insisted. "As long as it doesn't distract him from what he's supposed to be paying attention to. If you don't mind me asking, what are you training him for?" He inquired curiously. "Of course, admittedly I didn't get to see a whole lot but what I did see was really solid." Liam offered with an encouraging smile. "Yeah, you can say that again." He agreed with a chuckle as he took in the space around them again. "It's been far too long since I've been in a theatre, it's good to be back." Liam admitted. "Even if it's just to look around."

"Yeah I guess that's fair." Liam admitted, pleased to hear that despite his hiatus from performing he still had an aura about him that other creatives might still be able to recognize. "People like us do always have an undeniable shine to us don't we?" He quipped warmly. "It even rivals some of the theatres I've been lucky enough to perform at in New York." He remarked. Liam was surprised when the Trenton's eyes widened in recognition. He had been recognized occasionally back in New York but he had never expected someone out here in small town South Carolina to know who he was. "Perhaps this town is more cultured than I gave it credit for." He teased with a chuckle. "What made you ultimately decide on Turtle Bay?" Liam asked curiously. "It's a nice place, but it's not exactly an epicenter of the arts."

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It is HONESTY (NSFW) WEDNESDAY!

This week on honesty Wednesday, we are featuring SEXY questions. Enter at your own risk. These questions are nsfw!

If you are participating, please reblog this! Remember participation is completely optional and does NOT count as activity check! Tag with #turtlebay.honesty and #nsfw.

What are your muse's most sensitive erogenous zones?

What are your muse's favorite sexual positions?

What are your muse's thoughts on public sex?

What does your muse feel is their most attractive feature?

Your muse / your muse’s partner decides not to cum inside. Where on their/their partner’s body would they prefer instead?

What kind of porn does your muse watch and/or would be interested in?

Regardless of their opinions on bondage, would they rather be tied up by their partner or be the one doing the tying?

What are your muse’s thoughts on one night stands?

What’s one thing that never fails to turn your Muse on?

How easy is it for your muse to talk about sex?

How loud is your muse during sex?

How high is your muse’s pain tolerance?

What are your muse’s thoughts on oral sex?

What are your muse’s thoughts on anal sex?

How does your muse feel about dirty talk in bed?

About what % of the time does your muse focus solely on their partner’s pleasure?

When was your muse’s most satisfing sexual experience?

What are your muse’s top 3 kinks?

When was your muse’s ‘sexual awakening’ and what happened?

How old was your muse when they first had sex?

How many times a week would your muse prefer to have sex vs how many times they ACTUALLY have sex?

Did your muse enjoy their first sexual encounter?

How often would your muse prefer rough sex versus gentle sex?

How high is your muse’s sex drive on average?

Would your muse hide hickeys/marks on their body or wear them proudly?

How does a muse’s behavior change regarding their partner after they’ve had sex?

About how long does it take for your muse to be comfortable enough to sleep with someone?

What are some common words or phrases your muse says during sex?

What is one sexual fantasy your muse has that has yet to be properly fulfilled?

*WILDCARD* Ask any sex-related question you want!

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Please specify the muse

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[ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? // Jamie

Jamie had a rough childhood. He was raised by a single mom who loved drugs more than she loved her own son. In his attempts to get her to choose him over the years he found himself in between his mom and her drugs on more than one occasion, which never turned out well for Jamie. As such he has quite a few cigarette burns peppering his chest, arms, and legs and a couple of scars left from gashes made by coming into contact with the end of broken beer bottles. Those scars were some of the only things his mother left him when she finally lost her struggle with addiction when he was 16. He tries hard to keep them hidden at all times not wanting to invite questions about them.

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[ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ?

For Eli

If you asked Eli this himself he'd say he didn't cry very often. That would be a lie. In reality Eli is a softy who cries a quite a bit to be honest, much more than he would ever let on. He's always careful to wait until he's alone to cry not, wanting to let other people see him like, not wanting to seem weak. He cries at emotional commercials, cries at sad movies, cries every time he has to put an animal down.

He has recently found himself crying over things with his siblings as on more than one occasion. For Chris and the loss he's suffered, for the happiness his brother lost in an instant. He's also found himself crying to his horse Echo over the growing distance between he and Greyson a time or two.