#MAXIMUM SCRUNCHY FACE

[dazealigner]

also being a julien girl and being pretty girly i loveeeeeeee the idea of julien w feminine artist!gf ☺️☺️ i think a hc would be super cute talking abt clothes/makeup/hair/body language/music and overall adoration julien and her girly!gf have for each other:)))

where’s my cig i need a gf badly 😔🚬

as a fellow julien and feminine artsy girl, i had waaay too much fun brainstorming for this idea. i will say though that i didn’t really touch on the body language/music part just cause i don’t think being more feminine or masculine can truly determine those things so i didn’t know what to write for those. but here’s some headcanons i stirred up (: RPF UNDER THE CUT

jb x feminine artist!gf hcs

okay so we know that one of the many forms of art artist!gf partakes in is makeup. and i said it when i was responding to an ask, but i’ll reiterate that artist!gf puts in just as much patience and effort into her makeup as she does when she picks up a literal painting canvas

and julien doesn’t really have a lot of experience in the visual arts other than drawing, which she does do sporadically. but she does lack experience in the cosmetic department, not that it interests her a lot.

but she absolutely loves how you take your time doing your makeup. especially when you two are going out because all she needs is ten minutes MAXIMUM to get ready and then she gets to sit down on the toilet seat in your shared bathroom where you’re doing your makeup and just watch you in admiration

but she does hate when you try and leave her by herself to start getting ready HOURS before you guys even have to leave

“where’re you goin’, baby?” she asks when you get up from your spot on the couch next to her

“i’ve gotta get ready.” you reply, giggling at julien because she uses a frown and her big brown (👶🐮) eyes as an offering in hopes that you’ll stay with her a little longer

“we got a couple hours,” and now she’s scooting on the couch to reach where you’re standing before she gently grabs your hand, rubbing and kissing your knuckles, “you can give me just a couple more minutes. .?”

she inevitably ends up winning you over, and when you do leave to get ready, she just follows you

and on the days where she’s tired and she feels like staying at home and having a lazy day but you two made plans with friends prior to that day and it’s too late to back out, she’s extra clingy. once she quickly finishes getting ready, she’s walking into your shared bathroom, lazily wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your back while you’re literally in the middle of doing your makeup. so now you’re incredibly stiff because you’re unable to lean forward to look into the mirror but you put up with it for her.

doing your hair is a whole other story. it can either take you thirty minutes or an hour depending on the day and what you decide to do with it (curl it, straighten it, etc)

but julien actually loves the anticipation of how you’ll wear your hair when you go out (bonus: especially if your hair’s naturally curly and you decided to wear it natural, she’s like ☹️☹️☹️, and if she’s seen baby photos of you with your natural hair, she probably just wants to tackle you lovingly and kiss all over your face)

but she just whole-heartedly loves your hair and it doesn’t matter what hair-type you have. like if your hair’s straight? she loves how it’s so soft and easy for her fingers to glide through. if your hair’s curly? she loves getting to play with the springy curls. and if it were anyone else, you’d scorn them for making your curls lose definition. but when it’s her? your perspective completely changes.

another thing is that she always has your banana clips and scrunchies in her car. so if you last minute decide that you wanna put your hair up, all you gotta do is open the glove compartment and there’s a variety for you to choose from

she’d also keep one of your scrunchies around her wrist when you guys go out in case you wore your hair down and changed your mind throughout the night. or maybe you didn’t wanna use it at that exact moment but you didn’t want the scrunchie on your wrist to ruin your outfit so she’ll wear it for you (lucy and phoebe always snap the scrunchie on her wrist to tease her)

speaking of outfits, you and julien’s fashion styles are completely different

julien’s day-to-day style consists of graphic-tees, plain colored t-shirts, skinny jeans or dickies, and a pair of converse or really any tennis shoes. your day-to-day style consists of babydoll crop tops/tees, washed low-rise jeans, and a pair of sambas.

but i think that occasionally you’d both incorporate the other’s style into your own. like when julien wore that sparkly mesh black crop top when she sung phoebe’s verse in silk chiffon, that was definitely yours. and there’ve been days where you spot a graphic tee in julien’s closet that you know you’re capable of styling in a way that’s suiting to you. and when julien sees you wearing her clothes, she 100% teases you about where you got them from knowing damn well she’s fuzzy on the inside just seeing you wear her things

random (but non-random) bonus: seeing as though she’s always with you when you’re getting ready, she’s picked up on a lot of makeup terminology and what most products do. so when you told her that setting spray makes your makeup last through EVERYTHING, she’ll leave it to herself to be the tester of that. cause is it really 100 wet kisses-proof?

[tearfulangel]

I'm sorry to ask: how did you get your hair that long like how often do you wash it, what shampoo do you use etc? Sending you lots of love xx

hiiii no need to be sorry at all! 🫶🏻 I think the main part was just not seeing a hair dresser for 2 years (i should def be going more often for freshening of my ends but it feels like a luxury expense)

i do have a very dedicated hair routine, something i’ve been following for about 4 years now, and i have noticed amazing differences in my hair growth.

i only wash my hair once a week maximum (& the nights before/day of events i want nice hair for heh)

i try use “natural” shampoo & conditioner products, (sometimes budget means i need to opt for worse cheaper products) but i try to use brands that don’t have sulphates (your hair won’t get as bubbly during a wash with sulphate free products, but it’s still cleaning it!)

the brands i favour that i can get here in australia are Thank You, Sukin, & My Soda.

i will sometimes use Dermal Therapy scalp care shampoos or a Teatree Shampoo, usually during warmer months when i deal with more buildup on my scalp & sensitivity.

don’t forgot that conditioner is your best friend! squeeze excess water from your hair and coat the lengths in conditioner, avoid the roots and scalp to prevent buildup. Leave in for a few minutes and rinse. hair that’s been wet neeeeeds conditioner, it helps lock in moisture etc!

when i shower daily, if it’s not a day to wash my hair i won’t get it wet. if i do ever get my hair wet i will wash it, or at the very least put conditioner in it.

after washing i use a low heat setting on my hair dryer to make sure my roots & scalp are dry (removing the dampness and warmth of washed hair and making sure it’s completely dry at the roots and scalp helps prevent bacteria etc and will keep your hair feeling and looking cleaner for longer!)

i will usually just towel/air dry the lengths of my hair, (don’t rub the towel on it, try squeezing the water out of the hair tightly but gently into the towel, this will prevent breakage) if it’s close to bed time then i will ensure it’s all completely dry because sleeping with wet hair isn’t very good for it.

i brush my hair multiple times a day (im lucky to have straight hair that can handle this) removing tangles before they’re too intense and will cause more breaking during brushing and styling is essential. i use a rosehip & wheat protein detangle spray when needed

i use a hair brush that is anti-tangle, and also a “wet hair” brush. these are life changing and if you’re going to be brushing your hair while it’s wet, one of these is essential to preventing breakage and promoting scalp circulation!

i sleep with my hair plaited or braided, and secure the plait up into a bun with soft scrunchies. i use soft hair ties as well. plaits at night help keep long hair out of your face and stop it getting knotted!

sorry this is long! it’s basically everything i can think of at the moment! sending love 🫶🏻🩷

[jangyeevns]

in reference to this post, i’m gonna have a lax little group set in huntington beach, california and surrounding muses ages 21-45 ( maybe 50.. i’ll tweak soon when i decide ) because older muses deserve a place too !! i’m capping it at ten muns for now and it’ll be moots/friends/vibe check clearance exclusive for maximum comfort for everyone. basic rules and info are as follows:

obviously, no god-modding, ship/face-chasing, bubble roleplaying, ooc drama, generally abusive, insensitive or intolerant behaviour, etc or you’re out ! we’re all adults here, so while i’ll intervene when something is brought to my attention, i should assume we all know how to act for these tough and uncomfortable conversations to be avoided or handled privately and considerately.

age ( outside of established rule in next point ) and race-bending are also BIG no’s so let’s not do that, yeah?

muses, fcs and muns must be 21+ to be considerate of ages of majority in some parts, and the rule for aging a muse will be +/- 4 years per the fc’s current age.

recent community fuckery has me adding this, smh. if shipping/having romantic connections comes about, do consider the ages of both muse and fc and not indulge in massive age gaps or power imbalances; chemistry is so valid, but we also have to bear in mind the implications of a 30+ year old fc being with a 22 year old fc, especially as 21 is the youngest age accepted.

you can apply with 2 muses with one being gender, body or racially diverse since i’m not about to facilitate a white and cis as fuck environment because there’s no reason in 2023 ?? this goes for every second muse you pick up when additional muses are allowed once things kick off.

banned fcs shouldn’t have to be rattled off like crazy since lots of lists exist for people who don’t wish to be used and we know most of the problematic people to be wary of, but for those who are either still used in abundance or conflict with personal comfort ( which muns can add onto once accepted ), they include: the hadids, the jenners, kj apa, cole sprouse, nicola peltz, justin bieber, timothée chalamet, ester exposito, dove cameron, danna paola, legacies cast, angus cloud, any zionist, pro-trump or anti-blm tools, sabrina carpenter, george sear, gavin leatherwood, matt daddario, josefine frida pettersen.

interest checks will be on a weekly basis since we all have work, school and other commitments to prioritize at times and rp is a hobby ! since this won’t be an open group, activity checks and hiatuses won’t be mandatory at the moment.

THE APP !

[ faceclaim, age, gender, pronouns ] — i think i just saw FIRST LAST leaving the pier with AESTHETIC ITEM + AESTHETIC ITEM in hand. you haven’t heard of them? they’re a/n OCCUPATION from HOMETOWN, living in NEIGHBOURHOOD and you can always find them at THEIR FAVOURITE SPOT. i don’t know, they seem pretty - NEGATIVE to most, but i thought they were + POSITIVE when i spoke to them; we’ll just have to wait and see what else they have in store for us. [ mun name/alias, age, pronouns, tz ]

feel free to add extras to get a feel for your muse ! it doesn’t impact acceptance if i’m being honest, but i always love a little insight if someone’s even willing to provide it LMAO

SAMPLE APP !

[ tingting_lai, 22, cis woman, she/her ] — i think i just saw PHOEBE ZHU leaving the pier with A SCRUNCHIE COORDINATED TO HER OUTFIT + RASPBERRY PEACH ITALIAN SODA in hand. you haven’t heard of them? they’re a STUDENT/RETAIL CLERK from SOUTHPORT, CONNECTICUT, living in GOLDENWEST and you can always find them at THE BEACH. i don’t know, they seem pretty - PERFECTIONISTIC to most, but i thought they were + EBULLIENT when i spoke to them; we’ll just have to wait and see what else they have in store for us. [ jules, 25, she/her, nt ]

TAKEN FCS !

tingting_lai, bianca lawson

MUN COUNT + FCS !

tbd !

[megamobilestylesposts]

Score with 3 Stunning Softball Hairstyles

Dominate the Field with Softball Hairstyle

Are you a passionate softball player looking to rock some trendy hairstyles on the field? Look no further!

We've curated a collection of stylish softball hairstyles that combine practicality and style, keeping you looking fabulous while you dominate the game. 

From braids to ponytails, these hairstyles will withstand every slide and swing, allowing you to focus on your performance.

Get ready to turn heads on and off the field with these winning looks!

Braided Beauty: The Classic Softball Braid

One of the most popular and timeless choices for softball players is the classic softball braid. This hairstyle keeps your hair secure and out of your face, ensuring maximum focus on the game. To get this look, start by dividing your hair into two sections. Part down the middle. 

Then, take a small section from the outside of one section and cross it over to the other side. Alternate sides until you reach the end. Secure the braid with a hair tie, and you're ready to go! The classic softball braid is not only practical but also exudes a sporty and confident vibe.

Another variation of the braided look is the fishtail braid. This intricate and stylish braid adds a touch of elegance to your softball hairstyle. Divide your hair into two sections to create a fishtail braid. Take a small section from the outer edge of one section and cross it over to the other section. 

Repeat this process, adding small sections from the outside of each section as you go. Secure the braid with a hair tie, and voila! You now have a chic and eye-catching fishtail braid that will make you stand out on the field.

Ponytail Perfection: The Go-To Softball Style

When it comes to practicality and versatility, the ponytail is a go-to choice for softball players. A high ponytail is not only functional but also keeps your hair off your neck, keeping you cool during intense games. 

To create a high ponytail, gather all your hair at the crown of your head and secure it with a hair tie. For added style, wrap a small section of hair around the hair tie to conceal it. This simple yet effective hairstyle is a classic option that never goes out of style.

If you want to add some flair to your ponytail, consider incorporating a hair accessory or adding texture to your hair. You can experiment with colorful scrunchies, ribbons, or headbands that match your team's colors or show off your personal style. Additionally, adding curls or waves to your ponytail can give it a playful and feminine touch. 

Use a curling iron or hot rollers to create loose curls or beachy waves, and then gather your hair into a ponytail. This effortlessly chic hairstyle will make you feel confident and ready to conquer the softball field.

Low-Maintenance Chic: Softball Half-Up Styles

For those who prefer a hairstyle that combines the practicality of keeping hair out of the face with a touch of elegance, softball half-up styles are a perfect choice. These hairstyles allow you to showcase your beautiful locks while keeping them away from your eyes during crucial moments. 

One popular option is the half-up top knot. Simply gather the top section of your hair and twist it into a knot at the crown of your head. Secure with bobby pins. This style keeps your hair under control and adds a trendy and stylish element to your overall look.

Another fantastic half-up style is the half-up ponytail. Divide your hair into two sections, with the top section starting from your temples and extending towards the back of your head. Secure this section with a hair tie, creating a half-up ponytail. 

You can leave the rest of your hair flowing down or add curls for added texture and volume. This soft and feminine hairstyle strikes the perfect balance between style and practicality.

Maintaining Your Softball Hairstyle: Tips and Tricks

To ensure your softball hairstyle stays intact throughout the game, it's essential to follow a few maintenance tips. Consider the following suggestions to keep your hair looking fabulous:

Use hair products designed for long-lasting hold and sweat resistance.

Carry extra hair ties, bobby pins, and a travel-sized hairspray in your softball bag for quick touch-ups.

If you have long hair, braid it or secure it in a bun before putting on your helmet to prevent tangles and keep it neat.

After the game, use dry shampoo or baby powder to absorb excess oil and refresh your hairstyle.

With these simple tips, you can maintain your stylish softball hairstyle from the first pitch to the final inning!

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Whether you're looking for a trendy braid, a sleek ponytail, or a customized half-up style, our experts have got you covered. Download the MOBILESTYLES app today and discover a world of beauty at your fingertips.

Remember, your softball hairstyle should not only enhance your performance but also make you feel confident and empowered. With the right hairstyle, you'll not only dominate the game but also turn heads with your stunning look. Let MOBILESTYLES help you achieve the perfect softball hairstyle and make your time on the field even more extraordinary!

[lucyllawless]

[whitherliliesbloom]

in the eyes of the beholder

[ ffxivwrite2021 ] ★ [ masterlist ] ★ [ prompt #22 - fluster ]

[alphinaud/wol ] ★ [ 2,042 words ]  ★ [ post-canon ]

fluster-  to put into a state of agitated confusion or embarrassment 

they say an artists always inadvertently pours their heart’s true feelings into their drawings.

The apartment has never been this empty - not since the day he moved in. With cardboard box towers stacked high, and a few other empty ones that have yet to be packed, Alphinaud pauses for a moment to straighten himself up and admire the empty space around him, wiping the sweat off his brows.

This has been his home for a good many years, not quite the kind that he would liken to Leveilleur manor back in Old Sharlayan where he grew up in.. but a home nonetheless- with the bonus of knowing his most trusted friends and allies are ever close by, Rising Stones being just a mere stroll away. So he cannot help but to feel a pang of sadness and longing swelling in his heart, especially as he casts a glance out the window to look upon the slow spinning aetheryte that stood in the center of Revenant’s Toll. 

But, Alphinaud reminds himself, as he finally turns his gaze to look at the young woman standing upon a lalafellin stool in front of the bookcase, her arms stretched high above her head as she grabs at the rows of dust coated tomes and gives each a thorough pat and sweep with her feather duster, that the feeling was more sweet than it was bitter. 

His girlfriend- or rather... his fiancée has busied herself with clearing his impressive collection of tomes and scrolls, cleaning them of months of neglect, before sorting and then packing them into the half-filled box next to her aptly labelled with a thick brush pen as ‘Books’. She’d even sorted the titles out by alphabetical order, just like he’d requested.

They’ve been packing since morning now, and he’s beginning to feel hours of prior strenuous labor catch up to him as he stretches his arms and flexes his fingers. And yet Illya seemed to be none worse for wear, for as used to physical strain and tireless work as she justifiably is. 

Alphinaud takes a second to stop and stare at the woman for a fleeting moment. Her silken white hair that normally cascaded down past her shoulders and waist was now pulled up into a high ponytail and secured with a floral patterned scrunchy, her hair bopping and swaying side to side with every of her movements. Her pink overalls is stained and caked in dust, as is the once pristine white of her shirt underneath - but her dirtied wardrobe hadn’t seem to even be noticed at all, let alone bothered the woman.

And as she took her time to take a book by its spine and read the title before quickly dusting it, she’s merrily humming to the tune of an old Doman piece, volume soft and barely audible, yet soothing as her voice rose and filled the dusty air with an uplifting song.

When the young elezen man finally regains enough of his senses to snap out of his gawking, he can only twist his lips up into a bright smile before calling out her name.

“Liya.”

Her head swivels around instantly, amethyst bright eyes shimmering with immediate affection as she looks at him and mirrors his smile with her own, dazzlingly warm one.

“Yes, alphy?” 

Her voice is sugar coated and dripping with sickly sweetness that he drinks up like he’s a man starved, heart soaring with an unbridled joy as he catches a glimpse of the ring on her fourth finger, a radiant crystal blossom sitting upon the painfully detailed golden band.

No matter how many times he attempts to fathom the reality of his present, there was always a more rational, disbelieving side to Alphinaud that would struggle to believe it. To fathom the great fortune he must have to be engaged to the woman he loved more than anything in the world, let alone someone who has been his biggest inspiration and source of admiration and motivation for years. And he cannot believe that he will soon be living under the same roof as her.

The Warrior of Light... soon to be his Warrior of Light. Even thinking of her as his threatens boyish laughter and cheers out of him. 

Snapping out of the revelry of his daydream, Alphinaud gestures towards the metal canister next to her stool, long since emptied and left neglected with its contents drained. 

“You must be tired. How about a break? I’ll refill your bottle for you.”

“No,no that’s okay-” Unsurprisingly, Illya is quick to refuse his offer with a shake of her head. “I’m not that tired. Don’t let me bother you.”

“It’s not a bother, dearest.” With a sigh, Alphinaud moves over to grab the canister, amused snicker leaving his lips when he looks down at the exasperated pout on Illya’s lips. “Let me do this much for you at least. I won’t be long.”

Ever a woman who much preferred relying on herself, it took a good many years for Illya to come to terms with accepting her own limitations and weaknesses - let alone entertaning the idea of burdening her loved ones with her troubles... no matter how trivial or small they may be.

But she’s come far - they both have... and the girl who would once stutter and burst into a blushing fluster is nowhere to be found in the presence of a older, more confident woman, who merely drops her shoulders in defeat before accepting his offer.

“If you insist, love. Make sure to refill for yourself too, okay?” 

With a quick nod, Alphinaud swiftly take his own bottle before leaving the apartment before crossing through corridors past other closed doors and speed walking down flights of stairs to get to the Seventh Heaven.

Bloezoeng greets the elezen with a cheery grin, graciously refilling the two canisters full with a topping of ice cool water while making small talk, asking how the packing was going and even asking the young man to send his regards to the Warrior of Light. Nearby, the wandering minstrel sings as he strums at his harp, and Alphinaud only spares a single seconds glance towards the door leading into the back where the Rising Stones is, before leaving the Seventh Heaven, heavy and damp water canisters in hand.

Alphinaud hadn’t been lying when he said that he wouldn’t take long - it’d been a total of four minutes maximum by the time he reaches the third floor and walks down the hallway towards the only open door. 

And yet when when he hears what the voice of his beloved says as he approaches the apartment, along with the tell tale sounds of sketch paper flipping, his blood runs dry in his veins and he feels himself freeze in instinctive panic.

“This book... it has no title?”

A book with no title.... Oh gods. She could only be referring to one book - the only book he’d kept purposefully hidden away on his shelf between other innocuous books for reasons unknown to all save himself. The only book with a blank cover, the only book with a well used bookmark made from a pressed lily that Illya had gifted him so many years ago slotted between its pages. A book that he had not wanted anyone to find or to see the contents of - especially not her.

“W-wait- Liya! Don’t-” He bolts into the room and drops the canisters onto the floor with a responding thud that leaves wet patches upon the wooden planks, navy blue eyes blown wide in terror. His heart pounds loudly in the confines of his tight chest, which then quickly sinks into the pits of his stomach when he stares dumbfoundedly at the lalafell and the wide opened book in her hands.

She’s staring down, speechless herself. 

The pages of the book was not filled with words - but drawings. Black and white sketches created with a fine pencil and quill, soft water colored paintings that left dried patches of color upon the pages, colored line art that had been meticulously cell-shaded with an array of colored ink. 

It was Alphinaud’s sketchbook- but not the one he carries in his travel bag or has laying open on his desk. He wouldn’t go through such lengths to conceal a sketchbook if it had just been that - and his dearest has always expressed how much she loved to look at his art.

But this was no ordinary sketchbook - for countless pages between the lavender purple covers of that book, marked with a bright white flower was filled with visages of the Warrior of Light - of the woman he loved. 

From a quick sketch of the lalafellin woman with a stern expression as she was lost in her focus upon an embroidery hoop, a more detailed, colored drawing of her in her adventuring garments, long starlit hair radiant against a dark starry night background as she casts her eyes upwards at the sky... and a small painting of her surrounded by a sea of flowers, the gust of spring wind blowing her hair and pink dress behind her as she holds a single flower between her clasped hands as if in prayer, a serene, ethereal expression upon her face.

Illya can barely even recognize those figures as herself- is disbelieving as she flips through drawing after drawing of what was clearly Alphinaud’s favorite model in various clothing, settings and circumstances, in different mediums to boot.

But the one thing that remained a constant was the heart of the art he painstakingly filled the sketch books with, the heartfelt emotions and earnestness he must have felt as he was working on a single page.

There is a saying that says an artist will always inadvertently pour their truest, deepest feelings into the art they create - that a piece of drawing was a piece of an artist’s heart.

Illya could only wonder then, as she stares with heat pooling in her cheeks that spread rapidly to the tips of her pointed ears... what was it that Alphinaud was feeling whenever he held this sketchbook or drew within it? 

What was it that he was seeing within his wide, observant eyes when he drew her? What compelled him? What will continue to compel him?

She holds his heart in her hands delicately, as if it would break if she were not careful, and slowly closes it before turning to look at the man, who has an equally, if not brighter, darker blush upon his now cherry red face.

“T-that is! I-I.... I was just- I-I-It’s not-” 

Alphinaud was not often a man who got this flustered. Even when he is teased by the likes of Krile and Alisaie who threatened whenever possible and the situation was appropriate to spill unflattered secrets about his past to her, there is a sort of calm elegance to the way he’d diffuse the situation and more often than not lead her away from the two ‘gossip mongers’... as he would so eloquently put it. Though, to be fair, years of putting up with that has taught him to be a little more dexterous in navigating forbidden subjects about his time in the Studium around them. 

But when the blame of the situation was nobody but his own to bear, and it involved a deeply hidden secret he’s kept for so many years from her... it’s destroyed whatever little of his poise he’s pretended to develop over the years... And Illya was absolutely the last person he wanted to have see him in such an unsightly state.

 While Alphinaud attempts futilely to scrounge up a believable excuse, the lalafell has climbed down from her stool and is walking towards him. 

The afternoon sky is bright, casting sunrays through the window panes and forming spotlights upon the wooden floor, as dust bunnies bounce and float carefreely around the room. Illya steps into the light, and the afternoon rays immediately reflect off her head like cut crystal... and above reddened nose are a pair of shining eyes that gaze up at him, and Alphinaud momentarily forgets to breath as she closes the distance between them and smiles delicately.

“I-If..... If you wanted me to model for you, you... you could have just a-asked me...”

[justahockeylover]

The Future - j.hughes

a/n: it’s been a week since I said I was gonna post this, and I have no regrets. my stress levels at at a literal maximum, with dance, musical rehearsals, and school starting next week. but, here it is! also, big thank you to whoever requested this, it was from forever ago, and I’m sorry it’s so so late! 

word count: 2574

requested: no | yes 

89. “You’re not interested, are you?”

91. “Tell me you need me.”

You don’t know how you got so lucky, but somewhere along the way in your life, you met Jack. Hughes, to be specific. It was a chance meeting during the summer, your family went on vacation at Lake Michigan, and he happened to be in the same area with the guys. He quite literally ran into you, going to catch a frisbee but also almost giving you a concussion in the process.

The two of you have been dating for six months, but have known each other for about two years. You waited because having a long distance relationship is hard, considering that you live in New York, and him in Michigan. Though that wouldn’t be a problem much longer, seeing as he just got drafted to the Devils in New Jersey. Speaking of, you’re bringing your little cousin to the Learn to Play thing that they were doing. It's your first time seeing Jack for a long time, and you couldn’t help but be nervous. Your aunt and uncle are out of town for the rest of the week, but your cousin had been dying to attend the whole week, so they asked if you could bring her.

“Y/N let's go, we’re gonna be late for registration! And I want you to meet Jack, he’s so cool!”

You rolled your eyes, remembering how famous your boyfriend truly is.

“Alright, let's go. We’re taking the bus today,” you grabbed your purse and keys while she grabbed her bag, heading out and locking the door before heading to the bus stop.

It was about a 20 minute ride from Pennsylvania station, which is in lower Manhattan, to the Prudential Center in Newark. At least if traffic permits, it is.

You barely made it on time, walking in when the coach began talking to the kids to start the full day of camp. The lady in front signed her in while your cousin hurriedly put on her gear and tied her skates, with you trying to help her every once in a while. She didn’t let you help much though, she was already very dependent.

Once she skated off to the center of the ice, you finally get to relax and look around. It looked like Jack hadn’t come out yet, so you sat down and began reading a new book you just bought. Soon enough, you heard the locker room doors open from down the hallway and saw a familiar head of hair walk to sit and put on skates.

“So, find a new girlfriend since I last saw you? Or did you decide you couldn’t get rid of me that easily?”

He looked up from tying his skates, getting up to hug you. Since he already put both skates on already, he was a good amount taller than you, which made it easy for him to gently rest his chin on the top of your head, and for you to softly wrap your arms around his waist.

“I miss seeing your pretty face in person, I could get used to this,” he spoke in a whisper, letting his forehead rest against yours.

You stood on your tiptoes to peck his lips, “You better get used to it, I’m 20 minutes away from the rink, so I’m coming to all of your home games.”

The two of you finally broke apart at the sound of the head coach skating over.

“Hughes, who’s this?”

John Hynes, the head coach of the devs, stopped in front of the two of you and leaned against the boards.

Jack looked at you, letting his hand rest at your waist, “This is my girlfriend, Y/N, and her cousin is here for the camp.”

The two of you smiled at each other, before looking  back at John.  

“Who’s your cousin? We’ve got quite a lot of kiddos out there,” he laughs, and you smile before answering his question.

“Her names Everlee. She’s the one wearing the Hughes jersey, Jack sent it to me after the draft, but she thinks it came late from Santa. She loves both it and him, maybe even more than I do,” you look at Jack, who smiles at you.

“That’s awesome. She’s amazing, how long has she been playing?”

You think for a second before answering, “Probably since she could walk, honestly, so maybe six years? She was born into a huge hockey family, which I’m sure you can relate to.”

He nods. “Definitely,” someone calls for him and Jack, “Well, looks like we have to go Jack. It was nice meeting you Y/N!”

John waves at you before skating off, leaving the two of you alone.  

“You’ll be here when we finish, right? I wanna see you as much as I can while I’m here.”

Jack holds your hand as you walk towards the ice, “Of course J. I might stay the whole time, and you can come to dinner with Lee and I. She would love that. Besides, her parents set us up with a hotel here for the rest of the week so we don’t have to travel every day.”

Nodding, he smiled at you before skating off, “I love you, I’ll see you later!”

You smile, blowing a kiss, which he pretends to catch and hold to his heart. Your cheeks become red, which Jack notices, and makes a heart with his hands to you. You shake your head and go back to your book, which was just getting really good.

You’d been reading for an hour or two already, every once in a while looking up to watch Everlee do her thing. You were so proud of her, she was one of the few girls out there, and one of the best kids overall. She’s worked so hard to get where she is, and even though she’s so young, she’s already better than kids years older than her. You saw Jack knelt down in front of her to talk to her better, and your heart felt like it was going to burst. He’s pretty cute on his own, but when he’s with kids, it’s another story.

“What are you reading?”

You looked up to see Case McCarthy next to you, another one of your friends who you met through Jack.

“It’s called ‘The Devil in the White City’. I’m reading it for school, it’s actually really good,” you close the book and look at him, noticing that he has his girlfriend’s scrunchie on his wrist, “So, I’m gonna take a stab in the dark and guess that that’s not yours.”

He laughs and plays with it on his wrist, “Good guess. I left her with my favorite hoodie and wanted something in return. She decided she could part with her favorite scrunchie for a week or two.”

You reached over to look at his wrist, turning it so that you could see it.

“It’s actually really cute, ask her where she got it for me, will you?”

“For sure,” he took his phone out to text her, and you saw his lockscreen was them together also.

“I wonder if Jack’s lock screen is me and him?” Case turns to look at you, “I guess that never comes up in conversation between us.”

“Yeah, both his home and lock screen is you guys. It’s almost like I can never escape the two of you. Especially on his private instagram, I have to see pictures of your guys’ facetimes like everyday.”

He laughs and you join him, smiling as you look up to find Jack looking at the two of you already. You smile and wave at him, and he skates over to the two of you and leans over the boards. You and Case get up to stand on the other side of them.

“What are you two doing over here?”

Jack smiles at the two of you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and looking at Case.

“Y/N was just asking if she was your lock screen, and I had to explain that I can’t go anywhere without seeing pictures of you two,” Case rolls his eyes and smiles, while Jack nods and looks at you.

“Listen, with a girl as beautiful as her, how could I not show her off every once in a while?”

You look up at him rolling your eyes, to see him smiling goofily at you. Case’s phone started ringing, the sound of an incoming facetime call blaring.

“That must be my girl, do you guys wanna say hi?”

You nod and get into frame, seeing his girlfriend on the screens and waving to her. She waves and smiles back, asking how you were doing. You respond with a small ‘good’ and realize that you should probably collect your cousin, who’s playing with a younger boy her age. You and Jack say goodbye to both Case and his girlfriend and he skates toward your cousin.

She looks at him confused, since she still didn’t know you two were together. He holds out his hand for her and she takes it, looking even more confused when he started skating towards you. The look on her face was priceless, and she had many questions for the two of you.

“Wait, what? How do you two know each other, and why are you with my cousin? She’s really not that cool, you know.”

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, and the two of you looked at each other.

Once she got changed into regular clothes she brought, she asked if you could go out with the rest of the kids and their parents to dinner. You looked at Jack to see if he was cool with it, and he nodded. The three of you began to walk out of the arena when a family friend of yours said they could take Everlee if you and Jack wanted to go out by yourselves. You thankfully agreed and said goodbye to Lee with a big hug and kiss, to which she scrunched her nose and stuck her tongue out. Jack gave her a hug as well, which she gladly accepted. You parted ways, you and Jack heading to a nearby Italian restaurant while the others headed to whatever fast food place the kids wanted to go to.

The restaurant wasn’t far at all, so the two of you walked there, holding hands and talking the whole way. When you got there, the hostess sat you at a small booth in the middle of the restaurant. The two of you talked in between ordering, and you were so excited to get your food, Jack said this place was amazing.

“So, what book were you reading? It looked like you were really interested in it.”

He smiles at you, and you prepare yourself to answer.

“Well, the whole book is set in the 1890s, and it’s really about the Chicago world’s fair and the misfortune it carried with it, “you continued on for a minute or two more before you noticed that Jack wasn’t listening as intently, “You’re not interested, are you?”

He sat upright and shook his head, “No, no, I’m just thinking.”

“What’s up? Something seems off hun,” you grabbed his hand from across the table.

“Please, tell me you need me,” he looked into your eyes, giving you a sad look.

You looked at him, confused.

“What do you mean J? Of course I need you.”

He shook his head, “But you’re so smart and have such a big future, and I don’t want to you to be with someone who’s not immediately going to college. I just feel like you could be doing so much better than me right now. Especially when I saw you with Case. I mean, he’s going to BU and I’m just gonna be here, playing hockey.”

The look on his face is so dejected, it hurts your heart. How could he even begin to think that he isn’t good enough for you? You always thought that it was the other way. I mean, he was drafted first overall, and will for sure become a star in the NHL pretty soon.

“Are you kidding?” He look up quickly, “Yeah, you’re not going to college, but tons of successful people didn’t go to college. And plus, you’re not playing hockey in some small, unknown league, you’re playing in the NHL, and that’s pretty amazing to me. I don’t know who you think you are, but you’re Jack Hughes. My amazing boyfriend, who’s extremely talented at everything he does, and was literally drafted first overall. You’re a big deal to a bunch of people, including me and Everlee.”

He rolls his eyes and laughs, while you look at him and smile.

“I’m serious, and anyone who tells you otherwise sucks ass.”

“Whatever, you know I love you right?”

You nod and smile, “Of course. But you know I love you more, right?”

“I doubt that,” he thanks the waitress for bringing the bill, and reaches for his wallet.

You go to grab your card from your purse, but he stops you, “You can pay next time, I promise. I haven’t seen my girl in forever, let me treat her to something, since she won’t let me any other time. Plus, if the boys hear that you paid tonight, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

You shake your head at him, smiling.

The waitress comes back with his card, and he signs the receipt before taking your hand and leading you out of the restaurant. You snuggle into his side as he wraps his arms around your shoulders. The two of you stumble upon a park decorated with lights, it was beautiful.

“I’m so excited to have our own kids, and then we can teach them how to skate,” he speaks while looking up at the sky, the stars shining the brightest you’ve ever seen them.

“You want kids with me?”

Jack looks down at you, “There’s no one else I’d rather have kids with. Do you want kids with me?”

You nodded your head, “Of course. Maybe when we’re married in years to come, but I think that whatever comes our way is meant to happen, even if it’s not according to plan.”

He smiles, thinking about the future.

“What’s gonna be our first kid’s name?”

You look up at him, “I like Brielle for a girl, I’m not sure about a boy name, though.”

“Trev’s gonna be really mad if we don’t name our son after him,” Jack laughs, the sound bringing a smile to your lips.

The two of you move to sit down on a bench nearby.

“I’m not naming my son after Trevor,” you shake your head, thinking of other boy names.

Jack speaks up, “What about Cole? It’s a pretty simple name, and I’ve never met a Cole I don’t like.”

You smile at him, “That, and Cole and you are practically brothers at this point.”

The two of you laugh together and sigh longingly.

“So, how are gonna tell Cole we’re naming our first son after him?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” he wraps an arm around your shoulders, “But for now, let’s try to get you through school, and me through the NHL.”

God, how excited you are for the future, as long as he’s by your side.

-

thanks for reading. love, e. 

[kinkymagnus]

hmm let's talk more about twi Malec, like there's just so many endless possibilities

any specifics? no? just kidding, you can’t respond, this is an ask! okay, i’m just gonna throw some random twi malec shit out here then

twi magnus…..hes soft. but also. i feel like since he’s got more Repression™ than canon magnus he’s like WAY WILDER. 

canon magnus a few months into them boning: hey alexander wanna tie me up? ;) 

twi magnus a few months into them boning: hey so i have potion that will give you magical tentacles to tie me up and fuck me with?

(obviously this isn’t just out of nowhere or anything but im saying while they’re both kinky twi magnus is surprisingly a little more shameless when it comes to sex things.) 

twi alec. is HORNY. so horny. canon alec? pretty horny. twi alec? MAXIMUM HORNY. good thing, too, because twi magnus hasn’t been fucked in a few centuries and that has BUILT UP. 

they bone a LOT 

also imagine: twi alec and shitty one-liners/pick-up lines and bad jokes

twi alec says, completely deadpan, “want me to take you to the Bone Zone?” and twi magnus first is like “i am, frankly, horrified and disgusted” but can’t stop himself from laughing (especially once alec is laughing at the cute little face he makes with the scrunchy nose, and it’s so contagious magnus can’t help but laugh too) 

i have a line in one of my twi fics where magnus basically says something like (jokingly/playfully!) “you’re pretty full of yourself, huh?” and alec responds “how you’d like to be full of me, too?” and magnus giggles and it’s ADORABLE AND THAT LINE IS JUST SO FUCKING TWI MALEC TO ME OKAY?

also twi magnus is not innocent of pun crimes. no magnus is innocent of pun crimes. 

twi magnus: [makes a cute bad pun] [wiggles eyebrow a bit] 

twi alec: that was terrible. that was a real stinker. what the fuck.

twi magnus, every goddamn time: gonna PUNish me? ;D

twi alec can and will cook breakfast in bed for his boyfriend

magnus, sleepily blinking: hng? 

alec, with pancakes and eggs and bacon and freshly squeezed orange juice: hey babe :) decided to surprise you :) it’s “i love my boyfriend” day

magnus, still half asleep: ufck did iforget something i dont have anytihnf oryoutgfckkk

alec: oh no babe “i love my boyfriend” day is every day because i always lvoe you and i just decided to do something nice for you :)

magnus: did the dream about wearing acid washed jeans keep you up again?

alec, shuddering: they’re so ugly

okay but seriously he’d totally just be sappy and make magnus breakfast and stuff

and magnus is like “i can make u a sweet dreams potion?”

MAGIC REVEAL does not get TALKED ABOUT ENOUGH. STILL. 

possibility one: alec walks in on magnus making a bunch of chores do themselves fantasia style and is like. uh. what the FUCK. and all the dishes drop to the floor and magnus honestly looks so SCARED that alec’s heart breaks a little even tho he’s also trying to process how confused he is and magnus stutters out something about not being a monster and may or not may not be descending into a panic attack because he’d been so careful for so long not to reveal the truth to ANYONE, only like three people know who and what he is that he actually talks to in the world and a mundane finding out is not good much less his wonderful boyfriend who’ll LEAVE HIM and HATE HIM and he’s–he’s–and alec’s like. oh fuck that. and hugs him like hey it’s okay i’m really confused and i hope you explain later but you could literally never be a monster, especially not for floating some dishes,

possibility two: magnus, scared shitless, tells him, but alec always knew. i love this shit. alec’s just like “babe. babe you weren’t subtle.” because magnus has got a lot of really powerful magic and he’s only jst learning to control it again and it’s waking up, like having a foot that’s been asleep for a long time waking up except if the foot changed the color of the wallpaper when it sneezed and glowed when it was happy. this metaphor broke down. you get the idea. 

there are more possibilities but im tired

ok but when magnus’s magic is revealed. magnus is like. 1. ecstatic to give alec lots of little magical gifts like a little enchanted pendant with protective charms and a magic candy (like a chocolate frog, just a fun little thing that would make him laugh) and the sweet dreams potion and so on. 2. kind of expecting like. he’s more than willing to give, but he kind of lowkey expects alec to like. expect it. to expect magical solutions to his problems. magnus can do the dishes with a wave of his hand, he kind of expects to do the dishes every time now that alec knows he can do that. but alec’s like “what are you doing” “…magic? we’ve gone over this” “yeah but it’s my turn” and magnus is like “i can just do it with a wave of my hand” and alec’s like “you think i dont notice how you collapse in my arms for cuddling and end up dozing off every time? it takes energy. and even if it didn’t we still share the workload even if you can do something easier you don’t have to do everything for me” and magnus is lik,,e,,e,,e,e??? oh. 

like alec appreciates him and is so loving and wonderful and thankful for things magnus does give him but he doesn’t let magnus indulge in the tendency to put everyone else first and take on all the work? he doesn’t take magnus’s magic for granted? 

it’s great

nsfw detour!!! 

twi magnus gets RAWED

u kno how i said that twi magnus is horny and wild? and also lonely and has not had a good hard fuck in possibly over a century? 

magnus has an extensive toy collection.

many, many dildos and vibrators. nipple clamps, magic toys that can fuck him or tie him up… and it’s like all different sizes, types, materials, uses… some costumes and stuff that he bought for himself because they make him feel good/pretty but he doesn’t wear that often because it feels shameful or weird to do by himself.

alec definitely teases him senseless. ties him up and presses the vibrator to his clit until he’s crying, rolling it around and applying pressure and then taking it away again, stimulating his whole clit without mercy

or those. i dont know what they’re called, they suck (literally, not as in “this is bad/this sucks”) and make ur clit/nipples get swollen and sensitive? yes.

fuck his pussy AND ass with various dildos and toys of different sizes and shapes :)) 

sometimes at the same time :))))) 

y’all alec recording him or taking pictures. making him feel so deliciously exposed and watched. amazing and iconic 

also: public sex. twi malec can have fun too

it’s not right away, i feel like twi magnus would be more into things like overstimulation and getting recorded than being fucked in front of people. he still loves the latter, don’t get me wrong, but it’s more canon magnus’s thing? he’s more used to like… showing off ;)

but when magnus does feel confident enough to try that (baby steps–alec groping/teasing him in public, maybe fooling around in a vip booth at pandemonium or its equivalent, until he’s ready to be fucked properly and god once he is, once he lets go, it’s so amazing

he’s used to hiding, hiding under layers both literal and metaphorical, and here he is totally exposed and vulnerable but 1. he’s being taken care of and he’s safe and alec is just making him feel so good, kind of like, forcing himself to express how good he feels and not hide it, making him scream and cry and beg and love it, 2. he’s just? being admired? worshiped? there is nothing demeaning about this, it couldn’t be further from it, he’s exposed and people are fucking basking in it. he looks beautiful, he looks goddamn stunning, he looks fucking amazing and everyone wants to watch and touch and alec’s there holding him and loving him,,, aAAHHh

twi alec becomes immortal, no one can change my mind.

twi magnus: i love you but……i’m…i’m immortal

twi alec: oh. that…. ok.twi magnus, sad: it’s okay… i understand if you want to l–twi alec: become immortal to be with you? oh good i know it’s kind of a dedication considering i haven’t even proposed to you yet–twi magnus: yet? wait-

obviously twi alec doesn’t just completely jump into this with no consideration but look. look. he loves magnus so much, and anyway, it’s not like immortality doesn’t hold any appeal for him anyway. yeah, he knows it’s harder than it sounds, but like, there’s so much potential in things he could learn and do and see, and he could do it all WITH THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE. he could NOT leave him behind when he’s been left so many times before. he has hesitations, but like, in the end he chooses immortality and he doesn’t ever regret it

it’s like that stardust quote. “ I imagine [immortality] would be kind of lonely. Well, maybe if you had someone to share it with. Someone you loved. Then it might be different.” LDKJFLKGJHG YEAH BITCH THAT’S MALEC

also angst: magnus is like. at first. actually against the idea. and alec’s kinda like. hurt/confused/upset. and then magnus explains that if alec’s mortal, magnus will lose him to death–maybe sooner if alec leaves him, but it’s like a letting go thing, it’s inevitable. but if he’s immortal? all of magnus’s immortal lovers… they get tired of him. they get bored. they get annoyed. they stay with him, maybe they’re even in love, for a few years, or if he’s lucky, decades. but eventually they always leave. they drift apart first, they might suggest seeing other people. but they always leave. if alec’s mortal, his leaving is inevitable even tho it will break magnus’s heart. if he’s immortal, then it will inevitably be a choice, and it will shatter him all the more.

of course, magnus wouldn’t stop him even if he was very staunchly against it, it’s alec’s life, but like. he’s worried.

and worse, it’s not just that, but like. once alec grows tired of him, because he will, everyone does, once alec decides he made the wrong choice… he can’t take it back. if it’s soon enough, all his friends and family will be old, and he’ll be forever young, even if he is able to become mortal again it won’t be the same. and if it’s later, they’ll all be dead. magnus doesn’t doubt his ability to make new friends, of course, but the idea of alec regretting his choice, leaving him and being alone or feeling alone, of alec being out in the world lasting forever because of him, cursed with that same lonely immortality magnus has? that thought hurts more than anything, causing alec his type of pain.

so alec is like. no. NO. what the fuck i’m not. i’m not going to grow SICK of you, i’d never be tired of you, or–bored? REALLY? of you? what the fuck. your past lovers suck.

to be clear not every single one of magnus’s exes suck, but they all did leave him in some shape way or form, or else they wouldn’t be exes. you feel. i mean, he’s still friends with dot but it’s been centuries and we dont know what happened between then and now? idk man let me have that angst ok

eventually alec can convince magnus that he’s not leaving and he loves magnus and it’s okay but that little doubt niggles at the back of his head you know? 

on their hundred year anniversary alec kisses him senseless and says “still not bored of you”

same with every other anniversary, but especially the big century ones

they don’t ever break up. they have fights, some worse than others, it’s not perfect, but they always find their way back to each other and communicate and mend their wounds

twi malec cuddling during thunderstorms, thank you.

magnus curled in alec’s arms, face buried in his shoulder

alec’s arms around him

yes

ok but look. twi alec being social media savvy. 

(note: i have never used instagram and i am MAKING SHIT UP.)

alec with an instagram. he’s out here taking pictures of his sweet adorable boyfriend. he’s got a decent number of followers but it goes up a LOT when he starts dating magnus because holy shit who’s this cutie? and then someone finds those god-awful cringey commercials that i still insist magnus made on a dare he lost PLEASE he’s a dork but REALLY?, and they’re like WAIT THIS IS THAT PSYCHIC GUY FROM THE MEME COMMERCIAL WOW HE’S DORKY CUTE AND HOT? and magnus is like (hides face) oh my god

why does this make me think of a twi malec youtuber au–no no no NOT RIGHT NOW

[checkurselfb4umachuwreckurself]

okay, you might be right on that one

[bisexualgoblin]

Get You Where You Wanna Go (If You Know What I Mean)

This was written for the prompt challenge run by @rarsablack! It definitely got away from me and it’s way too long, but here it is. Title credit fully goes to Rihanna, and that boppin’ tune, Shut Up and Drive.

Billy's been on edge lately, thanks to his dad nagging him about grades. As if one B on one test is the end of the world. As if Billy doesn’t work his ass off. And maybe Billy didn’t study this time around, and maybe he went to a party instead, but he deserves a fucking break once in a while.

Still, he’s not a pleasant guy to be around at school. He doesn’t mess with Steve so much anymore. Mostly because of Max. Well. Partially because of Max. Mostly because of… Other Reasons. Other Reasons that just piss Billy off more if he thinks about them. So he doesn’t.

What he does do is mess with Tommy. Sure, Tommy is supposed to be his friend, or whatever. Really, he’s more of his lackey. But the guy is a weasel with no real loyalty and no real appeal, so it’s no hardship for Billy to toss a few more put downs his way and slam him with elbows and shoulders. Billy’s got aggression, and it has to go somewhere.

Of course, actions have consequences, yadda yadda yadda. It’s Saturday, and the basketball team has an away game in some equally lame small town that is inconvenient enough to be four hours away. The boys are piling in on the bus that already smells like feet and sweat, and Coach Michaels is standing there with his clipboard, not really paying attention.

Billy’s running late because he’d gotten in a screaming match with his brat of a stepsister on their front lawn. Even his furious defiance of the speed limit doesn’t get him there at the strict one o’clock meet up.

It’s opens the kind of opportunity that Tommy just can’t pass up. The coach tosses his attendance sheet aside and rubs away a headache, shouting over the boys “Does everyone have their asses on the bus? Can we haul out already?”

Tommy takes note of the lack of a Billy-sized ego on the bus and grins. “All accounted for, Coach.”

It’s just a bonus that, as they pull away from the high school, Steve isn’t on board, either.

Billy’s furious. He’s been looking forward to this fucking game, because God knows basketball has been his only outlet lately. He needed a win. He needed the cheers and the praise and maybe a pretty girl who would smile and blow him behind whatever lame high school they’re playing.

But as soon as he pulls into the Hawkins High parking lot, the stupid bus is pulling away. And he knows whose fault it is. Of course he does.

Tommy is going to eat shit when Billy gets his hands on him.

It’s going to happen soon, too. Because Billy will be damned if he misses this game. As if the team will be anything other than tragic without him, anyway. What, Harrington’s going to bring them the win? Fuck, no.

And it’s funny, really, because as soon as he has that bitter thought, he sees it. He’s speeding after the school bus, breaking every traffic law in Indiana, and there at the side of the road is Harrington’s pretty little Beemer. Steve’s leaning up against the passenger side, tugging at his hair as he looks dejectedly at his blown out back tire.

Billy slows to a stop, flashing a dangerous smile as he rolls down the window. “Car trouble, Pretty Boy?”

If it’s possible, Steve’s frown deepens. “Why?” He narrows his eyes in suspicion. “You gonna try and run me over if I’ve got nowhere to go?”

Billy snorts, tapping an impatient rhythm on the metal of the car door. “Shut up and get in.”

“Why would I go anywhere with you?”

“Because we’ve got a game to catch.” He bats his lashes and flashes that panty-melting smile of his. It’s mostly a mockery, but there’s a bit of a thrill when he sees it’s got Steve shifting uneasily on his feet. “And I don’t know where I’m going.”

Steve should know better. Really. Billy is insufferable in the best of circumstances- Not that Steve has gotten the best of much, lately. But trapped in a car? No, sorry, trapped in Hargrove’s monstrous death trap? For four hours?

Steve isn’t sure he hasn’t died and descended to Hell.

The antagonism starts from the get go. Even before Steve climbs into the Camaro, when he’s still fumbling around in his own back seat for his duffel, Billy goes out of his way to be a dickhead.

He leans on the horn, scaring Steve half to death. “Vámonos, Harrington. We’re losing daylight.”

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, shit head.” Steve shoves his things in the back of Billy’s car before propping his hands up on his hips. “Now get out so I can drive.”

Billy just wheezes a laugh, like Steve is some kind of A-level comedian. “You’re fucking with me, right?”

“I’m the one who knows the way,” Steve shrugs. “It’s easier if I’m behind the wheel.”

There’s a second there where Billy actually considers it. He’s just going to chalk it up to temporary insanity. It’s that prissy way Steve is looking at him, after all. Like he always gets his way, and Billy wants to be the one to give it to him.

Oh, yeah. He’d love to give it to him.

“Get in the fucking car before I change my mind and leave you here. Jesus fucking Christ.”

With a sigh, Steve slides into the passenger seat. And it’s nice for a grand total of, like, maybe two minutes. It’s a cozy comfortable silence. Just two guys on a short road trip, on their way to shoot some ball.

Then the talking starts. And it goes on and on and on and on. Seriously, it’s like rambling is all Steve knows how to do. Like he’s some housewife going off on a lecture.

“They’re obnoxious and loud and stubborn, but they’re okay kids. I mean, they never listen to me, and they always find themselves in some kind of trouble, like it’s their job or something. But they’re smart, and they mean well, you know?”

Billy just barely resists the urge to roll his eyes. “Sure.”

“And like, it’s not like I have any siblings of my own. So it’s nice to have someone to look after. Makes me feel important… Though, I guess you can’t relate. You’re not exactly thrilled about the whole Max situation.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Which, I mean, I’m not telling you how to live your life, but you gotta get over that, man. At least a little. You need to apologize. There’s enough going on in this bat shit crazy town. You don’t need to complicate things for anyone.”

Billy stops resisting, and he rolls his eyes so hard he’s surprised they don’t pop out and roll around beneath the seats. “Whatever.”

“Are you listening?” Steve asks, and it should be annoying, but his face is doing an earnest scrunchy thing, and it’s just a little bit cute. “Like, really listening? Because I get anger issues, but you need to cool it. You’ve got a reputation and whatever, but also, really? Because this whole look you’ve got going on is a bit much, too. Like the earring and the hair…”

Billy abruptly ends the one-sided conversation by flicking on the radio. He cranks up the volume and lets loud, angry music fill the space between them.

To Steve, it feels like endless torture. It sounds like it’s all one long song, crashing instruments and bitching and giving him a headache. It rattles his brain, and he turns to look at Billy to complain, but then he just stops.

Maybe Billy is a massive asshole who never does anything but inconvenience Steve, but there’s also something about him that Steve can’t pretend he doesn’t like. It’s stupid, but Steve’s a little stupid, too.

He’s staring at Billy, because Billy is bobbing his head along to the music. He’s got this content little smirk on his face, and those sleepy bedroom eyes are twinkling with something. Steve has heard girls squealing about bad boys before. Has heard them mooning over guys with something wild about them.

He sees the appeal now.

In fact, Steve is so caught up in soaking in the sight of wild child Billy Hargrove, that he’s forgotten to tell Billy to take a left for a solid six minutes.

“Oh shit.”

Billy stops dancing in his seat and looks over, brow raised. “What?”

“Turn around.” Steve grimaces and prepares himself to be hurled out of the car. “We’re going the wrong way.”

Billy doesn’t turn around. Doesn’t even slow down. Like he doesn’t believe Steve, or something. “What are you talking about? You have one job, Harrington.”

“Turn around,” Steve insists. “And you know what? It’s not my fault. I can’t concentrate. Are you trying to shatter my eardrums with this garbage?”

“Are you eighty fucking years old?” Billy snorts, and makes no move to adjust the volume. “Get over it and figure your shit out.”

“Turn it down,” Steve insists, even as he’s reaching out himself and dialing it back. “I can hardly hear myself think.”

Billy scowls, because he really doesn’t like it when people touch his things. He cranks the volume back up. “Think louder.”

“Are you twelve?” Steve shouts over the music, going so far as to reach out and turn it almost all the way down.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Billy sneers, boosting the music up to maximum volume. “That seems to be your target audience!”

“Very funny, asshole!” Steve reaches out again for the volume. Except this time, Billy catches his wrist in a firm grip.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Paused at a red light, the world seems to stop for a second. Billy doesn’t let go and Steve doesn’t pull away. They’re both staring at the point where their skin meets.

Billy’s hand is warm and strong, and Steve sways a little closer. Blue eyes snapping up to Steve’s slack face, Billy licks his lips. Steve gasps, and under the music he thinks Billy does something close to a groan.

Behind them a car honks as the traffic light glows green. The moment between them shatters, and Billy jerks away and slams his foot down on the gas. Steve punches the music off all together, and mutters a mutinous “We’re still going the wrong way.”

The thing is, they still make it there in time. And let’s be honest, the entire team heaves a big sigh of relief, because their asses were grass without their two star players. So it’s all great.

And Steve and Billy play great, too. They wipe the floor with the other team. Sure, Steve and Billy do their best not to look at each other, touch each other, or even acknowledge the other is alive, but it works out okay. There are other members on the team, after all. Pawns they can use to pretend that they’re not busting their asses, trying to impress each other.

So, yeah. Yep. Everything’s great. The cheering and the praise and the slutty girls don’t do anything for Billy’s mood, but it’s fine.

It’s fine because Billy just wants to fall into bed and forget this stupid day. But the team gets to the hotel and Coach Michaels- the idiot, the absolute moron- tosses Harrington a key and announces, “You’re with Hargrove.”

Billy groans, loud and growling, and stomps off through a patch of daffodils. He can’t escape good ol’ King Steve, and this stupid away game was supposed to alleviate his frustration. That simmering something beneath his skin has only gotten worse.

He takes up residence by the too small, weirdly green hotel pool and paces the perimeter. His fingers itch for a fight or a fuck, so he shakes a cigarette out of a pack, instead. He lights up and contemplates just sleeping out on one of these broken deck chairs tonight.

Steve is sensible. Steve hauls his duffle- and Billy’s, fuck you very much- up to their assigned room. He picks the bed closest to the window, because he’s being the mature one, he deserves the better real estate.

He goes to the window and pushes the curtains aside to see what kind of view he’s set up for, and… Stops. Of course. A tacky kidney bean pool, garish orange deck chairs, and Billy Hargrove smoking like a chimney.

Something burns in Steve’s gut. It makes him sweat and it makes him antsy. It makes him want to get his hands on Billy, and he’ll figure out just what that means when it comes down to it.

Steve storms out of the room and down the stairs, around to the back of the hotel, to plant himself in front of Billy and put an end to his laps around the outside of the pool. Billy takes a long drag on his cigarette and stares. He drops his gaze to Steve’s toes and drags it slowly back up to his face before asking, “What the fuck is your problem?”

“Me?” Steve throws his hands up in exasperation. “What’s your problem?”

Billy huffs a laugh. “Now, or in general?”

“You’re impossible. You’ve been impossible since the second you crashed into town like some… Some… Like some kind of asshole.”

“You crash a lot of assholes, Harrington?”

“Shut up!” Steve punches him lightly in the arm. It’s pathetic. And embarrassing, really. He’s like those whiny girls who flirt by swatting their hands all over guys. He tucks his hands up under his armpits to get control over himself. “This is what I’m talking about. You’re always needling at me. Poking, and probing, and plundering.”

Billy arches a brow, a wicked smile tweaking at his lips. “Are you trying to suggest something, or…?”

“You push me around, and you taunt me. You almost killed me, man! And then you offer me a ride, which is like, a nice human thing to do, but you’re a dick the whole time! Which, whatever, wouldn’t want anyone to think you’re decent, right? Because you have the leather jacket, and the shirts that show off the nipples, and the stupid hair.”

“You seem to have a real problem with my look. I’m not really getting it.”

Steve drops his hands from under his arms and pushes lightly at Billy’s shoulder. “You’re not listening! There’s a point somewhere.”

Billy shoves Steve back, a little harder. “Then get to it.”

“Fuck off,” Steve fumes. “Don’t rush me.”

“Oh my God.”

Steve lashes out with both palms open and slams them as hard as he can against Billy’s chest. It’s incredibly satisfying for a full quarter of a second, until Billy stumbles and flails backwards, crashing into the pool. Panic and regret seize him as he watches Billy sink down to the bottom of the deep end, and he remembers suddenly, like a projector going off in his mind, that time in sixth grade when Carl Greenberg almost drowned in the community pool.

With a nervous screech, Steve flings his body into the water.

Naturally, before Steve can do much but splash, Billy resurfaces next to him, spitting out water. Steve gasps and throws his arms around him, which manages to be both incredibly weird and a little adorable to Billy. “You’re okay?”

“Get the fuck off of me. What are you even talking about?” Billy shrugs him away, but Steve doesn’t go far. Their knees still bump as they kick their legs to stay afloat.

“I thought I killed you. I thought you were going to drown.”

Billy elbows Steve out of the way and hauls himself up out of the pool. Water is dripping from his limp curls and soggy clothes. It squelches in his shoes. “I’m from California, moron. I know how to swim.”

With a little less grace, Steve climbs out of the water. “Well, I’m sorry I was worried!”

“What you should be worrying about is the hypothermia you gave me. Jesus.” Billy holds his hand out expectantly. “Key.”

“Key?”

“The room key, Steve! I’m freezing my balls off!”

Rolling his eyes, Steve schleps ahead of him toward their room. His shoes squeak the entire way. It’s the only sound that passes between the two of them, both boys determined to destroy the other with icy silence.

When they get inside they turn their backs on each other, starting the world’s most unpleasant task of peeling cold, soaking clothes off of their bodies. Billy chucks his shoes across the room. He feels a little better when they make a loud, angry thump against the wall. He just wants this day to be over. He wants to get into the shower and get feeling back into his body and then fall unconscious.

He drops his shorts and turns around to reach for his bag. Steve turns around at the exact same time and they both freeze, naked and staring. It’s stupid, because they see each other naked all the time in the showers in the locker room. But never alone like this. Never while they’re simmering and burning and really confused about if they want to bite each other in a vicious, violent way or in a really intense and primal sexual way.

Steve’s eyes dip below Billy’s waist, and he knows he’s probably going to get his neck broken any second, but he can’t help but just… Look. But the still silence of the room doesn’t shift, and neither does Billy, so his eyes keep wandering. They wander over the thick muscles of Billy’s thighs, and the definition of his stomach. Up over his strong biceps and over that sturdy jaw. His gaze lingers on the curls plastered to his cheeks and forehead- like he’s some gorgeous, dripping gift sent from the gods of sex.

“That fucking hair.”

Billy scowls and crosses his arms. “We really need to talk about your thing with my hair.”

But Steve isn’t in the mood for talking. He crosses the room and tangles his fingers in Billy’s hair, tugging him forward to crash their mouths together. It’s an instant thing, when Billy melts against him.

Billy moans as Steve holds him close and kisses him deep and hard, like he’s some heroine in a trashy romance novel. He just goes along for the ride, hands clutching Steve’s hips.

When Steve pulls away, it’s only far enough to nip at Billy’s jaw. Billy sways a bit, knees weak and shaky. He feels the heat building between his legs. “What…?”

“Shh,” Steve insists, dipping his head to kiss a line down Billy’s neck. He bites down a little, and starts in on sucking a mark.

“Fuck,” Billy breathes. “I-”

Steve slaps at the radio sitting on the table between the beds. He cranks the volume all the way up and shoves Billy so he sprawls out over the mattress. “I don’t want to think right now.”

Billy just grins, because yeah, okay. “Works for me.”

[beaboutitpress]

3 Pieces by msw

Flash Memoir Artist Statement

The majority of my writing is in a style I’ve developed called Flash Memoirs. As opposed to a traditional memoir, where a writer recalls previous life experiences and meditates on their influence, these Flash Memoirs are vignettes that attempt to articulate the importance of the filler moments enveloping said events in real time, giving them an autonomous importance and stripping you of the chance to ruminate—the filler becomes the events and unlock subtleties of modern living. There is an arbitrary 350 word maximum set that was inspired by the 15- and eventually 60-second limit set for Instagram videos, which in a way takes you out of your phone to appreciate these few moments, only giving you a record of these glimpses. A reader’s time economy is important and I want to reward the effort. This glimpse-effect is substantial in form and rhythm to the way people communicate today, and forces the reader to let go of their own perceptions of others and their idiosyncrasies by way of these approachable, rappy, rhythmic, slang-heavy memoirs. This letting go is crucial to testing the reader’s malleability with American English, and my intention is to prove the subjectivity of the language, creating a new cross-cultural empathy.

no money for MetroCard

a jumble of kids talking shit & leaves scratching the ground & basketballs pounding pavement twinkle-pops from WhatsApp seagulls & engines Patua & Spanish ‘a nickel, a dime, anybody?’ a thought: if I found a dollar I’m coppin a pastelito nondescript music I don’t recognize from an unnamed furniture store smoothness, breeze against my face & damp hair boolin me down one dread long enough to sweep against both eyebrows block warm & golden peanut butter & tortillas being dissolved in stomach acid— a flashing image of my stomach looking like a forest— dreads hanging looking like a florist dry around the eyes ‘you know this dick ain’t freeee’ whirring from a maroon wine truck distracting me so I’m not looking at the signals ‘that is to like, 50 other people.’ only the top half of the buildings on Grand Concourse are golden bus brakes squeaking miscellaneous city noise 3rd Kennedy’s Fried Chicken in as many blocks anonymity feels good on such a deep level sidestepping dog shit pungent dog shit in Franz Sigel Park supersoft scrunchy footsteps mimicking a leaf chicken skin from Popeye’s smelling buuuuttery it done got dark so clouds are deep purple & grey & orange up against a row of 4 project buildings a thought: why am I assuming they project buildings? all falls silent sans scufflin in Mott Haven wind is persistent off the Madison Ave Bridge micro vertigo each light accentuates the blemishes on the river ‘that’s the guard honest truth’ Xmas trees back along Marcus Garvey Park so it’s piney af on the block

not for play play

Sometimes I’m aloof & mad standoffish & it comes off like I’m being an asshole but it’s not intentional & I’m working on this. Can’t tell if I’m heading towards a downswing cuz of new crushes or softening old ones or it’s prolly just That Time; deadass I’m thinking it could be money too, alllem anxieties bout spending & not having & what’s worth what yfm. Gotta run this evening. My momma’s friend died today & my mood definitely tanks & I’m tryna keep it together at work while simultaneously trying not to cuss out this fuck nigga bout texting on the clock. I clear Cap P before running in my OG St. James Park like a mile away from my front door; I gotta clear heem cuz the park is dumb lit & there’s hella kids around, gotta weave thoo smacked & them bompounded w my litness keeps my body in bonstant motion & it hurts but also feels good. Looking for sticks for my walls. Two times around & I’m out. Paranoid that niggas is following me on my way out but I’m knowing I'm just buggin so I stay generally prepared for any possible situation. I drop Cap P & he cracks in half on the sidewalk—this is after I double back in the park after seeing this immaculate black stick w smaller limp branches danglin off. Leaving off g's on downswings. But all of a sudden I’m triple lit & everybody on the street is beautiful & I bontemplate which Spanish spot I’mma order from when I’m back in My Shit. AK loves how it’s both loud & quiet simultaneously on our fire escape. I’m walking in mesh & smell like lavender. Now I’m just swiping thoo Tinder dreamin about who I could lay next to rn.

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msw is a writer & artist from Kansas City Missouri living in New York City. msw is a leading authority on friendship, & plans on starting a residency program for underrepresented artists. msw's debut 'Sparse Black Whimsy: A Memoir' is available on 2fast2house. follow msw on Instagram @marcusscottwilliams @flashmemoirs

[jangyeevns]

in reference to this post, i’m gonna have a lax little group set in huntington beach, california and surrounding muses ages 21-45 ( maybe 50.. i’ll tweak soon when i decide ) because older muses deserve a place too !! i’m capping it at eight muns and it’ll be moots/friends exclusive for maximum comfort for everyone. basic rules and info are as follows:

obviously, no god-modding, ship/face-chasing, bubble roleplaying, ooc drama, generally abusive, insensitive or intolerant behaviour, etc or you’re out ! we’re all adults here, so while i’ll intervene when something is brought to my attention, i should assume we all know how to act for these tough and uncomfortable conversations to be avoided or handled privately and considerately.

age ( outside of established rule in next point ) and race-bending are also BIG no’s so let’s not do that, yeah?

muses, fcs and muns must be 21+ to be considerate of ages of majority in some parts, and the rule for aging a muse will be +/- 4 years per the fc’s current age.

you can apply with 2 muses with one being gender, body or racially diverse since i’m not about to facilitate a white and cis as fuck environment because there’s no reason in 2022 ?? this goes for every second muse you pick up when additional muses are allowed once things kick off.

banned fcs shouldn’t have to be rattled off like crazy since we know most of the problematic people to be wary of, but for those who are either still used in abundance or conflict with personal comfort ( which muns can add onto once accepted ), they include: the hadids, the jenners, kj apa, cole sprouse, nicola peltz, justin bieber, timothée chalamet, ester exposito, dove cameron, danna paola, legacies cast, angus cloud, any zionist, pro-trump or anti-blm tools, sabrina carpenter, george sear, gavin leatherwood, matt daddario, josefine frida pettersen.

interest checks will be on a weekly basis since we all have work, school and other commitments to prioritize at times and rp is a hobby ! since this won’t be an open group, activity checks and hiatuses won’t be mandatory at the moment.

THE APP !

[ faceclaim, age, gender, pronouns ] — i think i just saw FIRST LAST leaving the pier with AESTHETIC ITEM + AESTHETIC ITEM in hand. you haven’t heard of them? they’re a/n OCCUPATION from HOMETOWN, living in NEIGHBOURHOOD and you can always find them at THEIR FAVOURITE SPOT. i don’t know, they seem pretty - NEGATIVE to most, but i thought they were + POSITIVE when i spoke to them; we’ll just have to wait and see what else they have in store for us. [ mun name/alias, age, pronouns, tz ]

feel free to add extras to get a feel for your muse ! it doesn’t impact acceptance if i’m being honest, but i always love a little insight if someone’s even willing to provide it LMAO

SAMPLE APP !

[ fah yongwaree, 25, cis female, she/her ] — i think i just saw WINNIE CHAROENSUK leaving the pier with A SCRUNCHIE CAREFULLY COORDINATED TO HER OUTFIT + RASPBERRY PEACH ITALIAN SODA in hand. you haven’t heard of them? they’re an INFLUENCER from CARY, NORTH CAROLINA, living in GOLDENWEST and you can always find them at THE BEACH. i don’t know, they seem pretty - VAIN to most, but i thought they were + INTELLIGENT when i spoke to them; we’ll just have to wait and see what else they have in store for us. [ jules, 24, she/her, nt ]

TAKEN FCS !

fah yongwaree, bianca lawson

MUN COUNT + FCS !

x6 + ( edie liberty rose + robert pattinson – ser ) , ( drew ray tanner + zoe kravitz – pepper ) , ( scarlett leithold + mason gooding — jay ) , ( avan jogia — jez ) , ( xavier serrano – steph ) , ( andrew garfield + mishti rahman – drew ) +3 reserves ( abbey cowen – karla ) , ( for bec and lenny )

[subboxy]

GlossyBox January 2020 Review + 25% Off Coupon

It's time to review the GlossyBox's January 2020 Box! I am a huge fan of GlossyBox because I use so many of the beauty products that are sent each month. GlossyBox helps you discover new skincare and makeup products from around the world. You'll also get insider tips and tricks from beauty industry pros and exclusive offers and rewards. What you get: 5-6 luxury-sized beauty products Price: $21/month Shipping: FREE Ships to: 48 states (excluding Hawaii, Alaska and any U.S. territories) within the USA, as well as all territories and provinces in Canada. When it ships: Third week of the month DEAL: Get 25% off your first GlossyBox with this link and coupon code LOVE25 We received this box for review purposes.

GlossyBox January 2020 Review

GlossyBox sends their beauty collection in their signature pink box.

Each box is always nicely wrapped in pink tissue paper and a black bow.

Here's our first peek into the box!

Kandi Cosmetics Pre-Glow Up Mist This Pre-Glow Up Mist from Kandi Cosmetics gets your skin glow ready. You'll spray the mist on before or after applying make up, or on its own for refreshed and glowing skin.

BYBI Strawberry Booster 100% Cold Pressed Strawberry Seed Oil This strawberry seed oil has omega fatty acids that create a powerful skin softener to regenerate and improve your skins moisture levels. It is made in the UK with 100% natural ingredients and is also essential oil free, certified vegan, and cruelty free. This oil has a really fresh strawberry scent which I love!

Tree Hut Sugar Lips Brown Sugar Lip Scrub This brown sugar lip scrub from tree hut is both polishing and hydrating. It also smells super sweet!

Avant-Hydra Bright Collagen Eye Restoring Pads These eye restoring pads can be used weekly. They contain collagen, aloe vera, hyaluronic lavender oil well, glycerin, vitamin C, and Allantoin.

Mudmasky Sleep Repair Renewal Nourishing Mask This mud mask from MudMasky helps to repair, hydrate, rejuvenate, smooth, and protect your skin. All you do is apply a thin layer after washing your face and then leave the mask on overnight, or for at least five hours with a maximum of 10 hours. You'll remove the mask in the morning with warm water and then finish with cold water. You can use this mask every night before going to bed. This mud mask was made in the Netherlands.

PURELEI Black Velvet Scrunchie It is rare to see a non-make up or skin care product in glossy box, but I was excited to see this velvet black scrunchy from PURELEI. It's super soft and can be used on days when you either just want to throw your hair up or if you want to give your pony tail some extra pizzaz. The scrunchy is super soft to the touch.

Final Thoughts The January 2020 GlossyBox had a nice assortment of items that will help me take care of my dry skin in these dry winter months. My favorite items were the Strawberry Booster Strawberry Seed Oil, the MudMasky Sleep Repair Nourishing Mask, and the Brown Sugar Lip Scrub from Tree Hut. GlossyBox continues to remain one of my favorite boxes because I love skin care products! DEAL: Get 25% off your first GlossyBox with this link and coupon code LOVE25 Read the full article

[gothify1]

Looking cute on a plane is certainly not everyone's priority, but hopefully you want to look at least somewhat put together. Lucky for you, looking polished while traveling  doesn't have to break the bank, and I have assembled the perfect shopping selection to prove it. Beyond the fact that you probably don't want to be sitting in your most expensive clothing items for hours on end on a germ-infested plane, buying anything under $100 is always a good idea, as are the pieces ahead. Below, you will find the ultimate cheap travel clothing shopping guide filled with items you'll want to wear every time you hop on a plane. From coordinating knit sets to slip-on sneakers, compression socks to baseball hats, go on to shop the most affordable travel story you've probably seen in a while. I suggest getting this shirt one size too big for maximum comfort. Trousers that are secretly pajamas. Consider these your ultimate travel sneakers. Word on the street is that Skims is some of the most comfortable shapewear out there, so wearing this tank on a plane seems like a smart idea. Compression socks are great for both your health and your comfort. All the celebrities are wearing them. A cute top and a sweatshirt all in one. For just $5, I suggest you get multiple. Don't have time to do your hair before leaving for the airport? Throw it up with this festive scrunchie. The leggings shoppers can't stop raving about. A denim jacket is one of my must-haves when flying. If you're someone who has to take their shoes off the second you buckle into your seat, make sure you have cute socks that won't scare your seatmates. Your airport outfit could not be simpler with this ribbed jumpsuit. Never lose your sunglasses at an airport again. Matching knit sets are where it's at when it comes to a well-rounded travel uniform. A cheap way to ensure you get better sleep while flying. Cozy and cute. Because there's no worse feeling than underwire poking you while you fly. Slip in and out of these boots with ease. Lounge pants that still look polished. Have I convinced you to buy a matching set yet? Wear this to wash your face in the bathroom before you land.  Next up, reminisce over the biggest fashion trends from the past decade.

[diascordium]

I was tagged by the amazing @misslavender to post a selfie. So here's me, at maximum mugging! (With bonus accidental scrunchy face. Because I don't like taking too many 'good photos' and lying to y'all that I'm actually photogenic). I tag @gingersnarls @vivern-of-nosgoth @metalhat and anyone who'd like to show me their face!

[shadowgodling]

Ryou kissed Godling on the cheek and offered him a plate of homemade honey wafers. "Thought you might not want more chocolate, when everyone else already gave you some good ones.. and I know it's a day late, but I wanted to finish these for you. Happy Valentine's Day!"

He takes the plate, throws one of the honey wafers at Ryou’s face and commands “Leave me!”

But then he scurries away himself, removing from Ryou the need to actually move to comply to the order. Why was everyone doing this to him? Being so nice? Making things and giving things without him having done anything to earn a reward?

He sat down on the living room floor beside the couch so he’d be partially hidden (except for his spiky hair over the arm) from some directions and ate the wafers, face scrunched to maximum emotional scrunchiness.