#do not feel obligated to match my length i was trying to keep it shorter and then ended up with a novel alsjfhskdjfh

[hearsthephone]

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Bill nodded in understanding. He hadn’t given things in Derry that much thought considering pretty much all of it could b attributed to IT. Anything strange or horrible in this town was under the influence of the interdimensional eater of worlds. Not too much research needed to figure that out. Finn’s experience had been less intergalactic, however, no less horrific. Different, yet so similar like so many things about them seemed to be.

The shorter male listened intently, wanting to understand as much as possible. Learning more about these things couldn’t hurt, and if he was really really lucky, it might even help. He might find something out that they could use in the end. Which was coming for them quickly. That much he could feel without even trying, just like he could feel IT’s anger and the fear. 

“Did they get them-themselves b-b-back once the gruh-Grabber was gone?” Bill asked, hoping that was the case. The kids didn’t deserve to have been harmed in the first place and to then forget who they were and the people who loved them was too cruel. He couldn’t imagine that happening to Georgie. What if after everything his little brother didn’t remember him anymore?

The thought sent a shudder through him and he was grateful to be brought back to the task at hand. His breathing steadied, even inhales and exhales as he reached for Finney in a way he’d never tried to before. Their physical connection was helping. Not just their clutched hands but the fact that he knew the other’s body so well. And that he knew --- in general --- how Finn was feeling. 

Bill followed those emotions, trying to catch the cause behind one of them and then suddenly his chest felt full. Fingers squeezed his boyfriend’s in return, a half-smile on his lips. 

“Hey,” his mind whispered, pressing the thought into Finn’s so that he would be able to hear him. “What do you want to show me?” It was worth noting that his stutter hadn’t translated to this inner world, his voice steady the way it had been when he’d first met the brunette.

Finn wanted to say yes, they got themselves back and whole once the Grabber died. They put themselves together and as he left the basement they left with him. He couldn't lie about that, however, and he especially couldn't lie to Bill; so instead he shook his head. "The parts of them that they lost? Gone for good."

He moved his hands to Bill's arms, rubbing them. As if the shuddering was just cold and not at the subject matter. It was easier to think of it that way. Then, back to clasped hands and touching foreheads and focusing on letting the other into his private world.

He noted the lack of stutter but didn't comment on it. His partner probably had enough on his plate and it might break concentration. But it did warm Finn's heart to hear the voice he was used to, the voice that came away from Derry. Here they were just themselves.

When he had first learned about the vastness of space, young Finney pictured himself as someone made up of tiny clusters of galaxies. Even as an adult in his mind's eye his inner world was something like that: groupings of all the things that made him himself scattered throughout eternity and connected by shining little dots. Reaching for a cluster, he pulled it close and released it all around them.

Robin, he replied, sounding like a much-younger version of himself. He pushed the feelings and the memories in the cluster out towards Bill. When he and Robin first met, helping him with math, paying various games together, learning basic Spanish (and a fewwatching Robin kick Moose's ass before school, the times Robin stood between him and getting his own ass kicked.

The basement.

The relief and sadness of hearing his voice on the phone that turned into grim determination to make the Grabber pay for hurting his friend and the others. A few months later, crying with joy in a junkyard hearing his friend's voice on a busted piece of a receiver because they got out, they all got out.

Everything that would give Bill a clear picture of who Robin was.

Once that was done, Finn squeezed his boyfriend's hand. Your turn. Anything you want to show me?

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Bill nodded in understanding. He hadn’t given things in Derry that much thought considering pretty much all of it could b attributed to IT. Anything strange or horrible in this town was under the influence of the interdimensional eater of worlds. Not too much research needed to figure that out. Finn’s experience had been less intergalactic, however, no less horrific. Different, yet so similar like so many things about them seemed to be.

The shorter male listened intently, wanting to understand as much as possible. Learning more about these things couldn’t hurt, and if he was really really lucky, it might even help. He might find something out that they could use in the end. Which was coming for them quickly. That much he could feel without even trying, just like he could feel IT’s anger and the fear. 

“Did they get them-themselves b-b-back once the gruh-Grabber was gone?” Bill asked, hoping that was the case. The kids didn’t deserve to have been harmed in the first place and to then forget who they were and the people who loved them was too cruel. He couldn’t imagine that happening to Georgie. What if after everything his little brother didn’t remember him anymore?

The thought sent a shudder through him and he was grateful to be brought back to the task at hand. His breathing steadied, even inhales and exhales as he reached for Finney in a way he’d never tried to before. Their physical connection was helping. Not just their clutched hands but the fact that he knew the other’s body so well. And that he knew --- in general --- how Finn was feeling. 

Bill followed those emotions, trying to catch the cause behind one of them and then suddenly his chest felt full. Fingers squeezed his boyfriend’s in return, a half-smile on his lips. 

“Hey,” his mind whispered, pressing the thought into Finn’s so that he would be able to hear him. “What do you want to show me?” It was worth noting that his stutter hadn’t translated to this inner world, his voice steady the way it had been when he’d first met the brunette.

Finn wanted to say yes, they got themselves back and whole once the Grabber died. They put themselves together and as he left the basement they left with him. He couldn't lie about that, however, and he especially couldn't lie to Bill; so instead he shook his head. "The parts of them that they lost? Gone for good."

He moved his hands to Bill's arms, rubbing them. As if the shuddering was just cold and not at the subject matter. It was easier to think of it that way. Then, back to clasped hands and touching foreheads and focusing on letting the other into his private world.

He noted the lack of stutter but didn't comment on it. His partner probably had enough on his plate and it might break concentration. But it did warm Finn's heart to hear the voice he was used to, the voice that came away from Derry. Here they were just themselves.

When he had first learned about the vastness of space, young Finney pictured himself as someone made up of tiny clusters of galaxies. Even as an adult in his mind's eye his inner world was something like that: groupings of all the things that made him himself scattered throughout eternity and connected by shining little dots. Reaching for a cluster, he pulled it close and released it all around them.

Robin, he replied, sounding like a much-younger version of himself. He pushed the feelings and the memories in the cluster out towards Bill. When he and Robin first met, helping him with math, paying various games together, learning basic Spanish (and a fewwatching Robin kick Moose's ass before school, the times Robin stood between him and getting his own ass kicked.

The basement.

The relief and sadness of hearing his voice on the phone that turned into grim determination to make the Grabber pay for hurting his friend and the others. A few months later, crying with joy in a junkyard hearing his friend's voice on a busted piece of a receiver because they got out, they all got out.

Everything that would give Bill a clear picture of who Robin was.

Once that was done, Finn squeezed his boyfriend's hand. Your turn. Anything you want to show me?

[brivetaroundtown]

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Aged Up Tsukishima Kei x Fem Reader

TW: LEMON ALL THE LEMONS. NSFW SMUT. Dub Con, Tsukki being an asshole, Corruption kink, yan vibes, my writing, virginity loss. use of lamb asa pet name. If you see anything else PLEASE let me know so I can tag it.

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Tsukishima wondered if you had grown up in a bubble. That could be the only way someone could have been kept so pure, so innocent. So utterly unequipped to handle even the most mild of flirtations. Surely, you had to know that everyone on the Sendai Frogs has been flirting with you at some point or another. More importantly, he has been flirting with you. Sure, he isn’t the most generous when it comes to niceties, but my god woman you had to have had some sort of clue by now.

But as Tsukishima stares down at your innocent face, he realizes that you have absolutely no idea the effect you have on him. That only makes him want you more.

“Y/N” the smirk couldn’t leave his face even if he wanted it too “you want me to walk you home.”

“I don’t want you to go out of your way or anything! I-its just getting dark and I am not used to this side of town…”

“Of course not, wouldn’t want our little manager to get lost.”

Such a sweet thing you were, thinking of others. Let’s see how far he can push that… accommodating… spirit.

30 minutes later they had finally arrived at your place. Kei could have cut that time in half by taking a short cut you knew nothing about, but where would the fun be in that? Besides, as you got to your apartment door, he knew that you would feel obligated to let him in. Kei did go out of his way to help you home after all, it was the least you could do.

“Thank you for walking me home Tsukishima-san! Ah w-would you like to come in for a drink or anything? I feel bad for making you walk all this way.” Blush staining your cheeks, you unconsciously bit the corner of your lip, a nervous habit of yours. Kei doesn’t even think you know that you do it. “Of course, a water would be nice.”

Kei’s first look at your little studio apartment confirms his earlier assessment of you. Innocent. Still classy, what with the greys and blues in the modern style but the stuffed narwhals and other cutesy sea creature decorations offset the steel bookcases and matching steel appliances. What also doesn’t surprise him is how organized the place is, having seen some of your spreadsheets for the team and your current struggles to organize the equipment closet.

Kei watched you move around your little kitchen. The way you stood on your toes to grab a glass, shirt lifting enough to give him a teasing glance of your smooth skin underneath. It was enough to make a lesser man beg. Thankfully, Kei considered himself not to be a lesser man. He wouldn’t be the one begging tonight.

You felt nervous with Tsukishima’s eyes on you. It’s always hard to normal tasks when someone is watching. But it’s especially more intimidating when that someone is Tsukishima Kei. He was so smart and quick. He made you nervous, you felt clunky around him being so much shorter than he was. Rounder too.

But whenever he included you in on a joke or smirked at you, you felt the butterflies in your pulse, heat rising to your cheeks. Special. It was a little crush, one you were pretty sure was one sided. And now that crush was seated at the island bar in your kitchen. Looking ridiculously tall in such a little space.

You slide him the glass of water while rapidly trying to think of something to say, feeling like an awkward duck drowning in a pond. That’s how dumb you felt, you’re not even sure ducks can drown.

“Can ducks drown?” Wincing at the realization that you said something that stupid out loud. You go to save yourself trying to ramble about your weird thought process but were thankfully stopped short.

“I guess if they weren’t able to produce the oils to stay a-float they would. Why do you ask? Save a drowning duck recently?” The warm chuckle and smirk were comforting. In its own weird way.

‘Look at you,’ the thought comes, ‘breaking the ice and being able to maintain your awkward status. You should win a medal.’ Thankfully, this is not a thought that comes out loud.

“N-no, that would be silly, not even sure what I would do in that situation.” The giggles come unabated, a pleasant combination of flustered joy.

“It’s one of the many things I like about you,” Tsukishima continues “you always have the most interesting thoughts.”

“You have things you like about me?” Your face is hot. Butterflies turning into waves as you try to assess. The whole moment is overwhelming.

“Do you think I would have walked you home if I didn’t?”

Tsukishima doesn’t expect an answer. Enough is enough, if not now when? Taking advantage of your flustered state, Kei had rounded the little island, cornering you to a counter. Hands placed on either side you.

“You asked me to walk you home because you liked me too, didn’t you?” his voice was low in your ear, breath hot on your neck. All the sensations, the heat coming from his tall body, the smell of his cologne and him was becoming too much. Everything was just so new for you.

“I..i..i”

“Well now you have me here. Wanting you like you want me.” He quirks a brow “you do want me don’t you? Or are you just a slutty tease? How cruel of you.”

“N-no!” You weren’t a tease, you did like him, you did want to get to know him more. This was just all.. s-so so much. Too much. “I like you, I..i do! I-“

With his soft lips against yours Kei cuts you off. Its unexpectedly soft for someone re-known for their vicious tongue. Who knew that that the words of a devil hid behind the soft lips of a saint?

Easily lifting you to sit on top of your counter, Kei slips his body between your thighs as he continues to taste you, drinking your soul that comes out in whimpers. “So sweet Y/N-chan.” His lips keep softly pressing along your jaw, softly nibbling on your ear.

“Do you know what I think? I think you have been wanting me for a while. Tell me, do you think of me when you touch yourself here” long fingers teased along your inner thighs, under your skirt, to trace along your quickly dampening panties. Your head shaking no, body feeling thick with the unknown powers of lust, words not able to make it past your lips. Then he rubs your clothed clit, and it is nothing like the brief moments you have touched yourself. It’s a test that Kei has definitely studied for, your body instantly reacting, the lust building, knotting in your stomach.

Moans singing from your throat, you didn’t even realize that you had gripped onto his arms. As if they could anchor you to reality when all of your nerves were shooting off to space. Kei watched as you climbed higher, and once you were close to the precipice, so close to shattering he pulled back, kissing you soundly. “Now now, don’t want to be selfish. Don’t you want us to come together?” His grin is sharp but he still kisses you so softly. The difference makes your head spin.

“I..i have never done anything before… s’much too so-“ your whimpers are silenced by the soft lips of the devil. “I haven’t done much before either” he lies “but don’t you want me like I want you?” Of course you couldn’t, Kei thought, he wanted to own you.

“I never thought you would be so selfish Y/N” your head began to shake on your own. You weren’t selfish, you did like him. You did! Your frantically whispered “please” had the sharp grin in place.

Kei lifts you towards your bed in the corner of the room, thankful for your studio layout. Sinful tongue tracing down your neck as you are laid upon the bed. He slips skillful fingers beneath your clothes, taking his time exposing your skin. The slow burn of your innocence rising like smoke. In this moment you experience the clarity that, whatever happens tonight will change you forever. And you are powerless to stop it.

Too much too soon too much too soon too much too soon “ahhh” the shocked scream leaves your throat as Kei suckles a nipple into his mouth. The knot tightening in your stomach, winding you higher, overwhelmed by all the new textures and sensations. Nothing was as you imagined, you could have never prepared for this. “K-kei” his name spilling from your lips did something to him, grazing teeth against the sensitive nub.

As he continued to show attention to your sensitive nipples, his fingers had been tracing your bare pussy lips, gathering the wetness from between your folds. The long digits searched lower, gaining entrance into your wet heat. Stretching you open, exploring to depths that you have never dared go before. Pleasure rising within you, you begin to pant as you reach a higher peak than before, knot tightening and yet you still could not break.

“We should come together.” Kei mummers against your skin as he slowly rises up your body. You are just so small compared to him. Kissing you deeply, he moves your legs to be around his waist, letting you feel the warm hardness of his length. Looking down, nervousness began to coincide with the rising of your impending crash, he was thicker and longer than you would have ever imagined. Similar to the rest of him, the red tip angry and leaking precum as Kei rubbed it along the wetness leaking down your thighs.

“Its not going to fit” you whimper out, head tossing at the pleasure of his tip hitting your clit. “Shh shh my little lamb, don’t get selfish, you can take this like a good girl. Watch, I will show you how good you can be.” With a groan Kei grabs his length aiming at your entrance. “We will go slow, let you feel all of me”. With that he began to rock in, tip breaking through the first ring.

Head thrown back with a groan he continued to slowly rock his dick inside of you, inch by slow inch. Thumb constantly playing with your clit, rubbing against the side of the hood as he paused to let you stretch. You were so unbelievably tight, even beyond virgin expectations. Your breathing was labored, your whole world focused on the stretch between your thighs, unknowingly clenching against the intrusion. Too much too soon too much too soon.

“Easy lamb, breathe for me” Kei spoke through gritted teeth. He was capable of kindness, you were his after all. There would be plenty of time to slam into you later. You began to loosen as he cooed at you, Kei never stopping the slow rocking of his hips. After what felt like eons, he had finally broken through, balls deep inside of you, letting you adjust to his length while he caught his breath, gloating at being the one to experience your tight heat enveloping him, of being your first. And your last, if he had any say about it.

“My sweet little lamb, being such a good slut for me” Kei cooed kissing away your tears that you hadn’t even realized were on your face. “Lets cum together yea? Would you like that?” you nodded your head, ready for the fall, for the anything you just needed him to move. “Use your big girl words” Kei admonished still holding still, even his thumb had stopped moving.

“P-please Kei please move, I w-want us-s to cu-m together-r” you moaned, not even finished with your desperate pleading before Kei pulled his hips back to begin ricking his cock in. A steady yet faster pace than he had originally intended, but he was only human after all, and he needed you to cum with him. He needed you to need him.

You were overwhelmed, only capable of strangled moans of Kei, and too much, and don’t stops. His thumb continuing its assault on your clit, the pace of his hips steady and fast and deep. You could swear you could taste him, he was hitting so deep inside of you, his thick length dragging along your walls. Driving you higher and higher, to where pain was pleasure and pleasure was pain.

Kei was close. He knew you were close, could feel it as you fluttered around him. Lifting your legs to his shoulders he changed the angle, searching for the spot inside of you that would completely push you over the edge, would ruin you. With a keen cry tearing from your lips he knew that he found it. Angling his thrusts he kept up his pace knowing that it was only a matter of time.

“S’too much stop. cant cant cant” your head knocked back and forth, your body on fire, electric almost nuclear reactive. “Yes, you can. Cum for me lamb” Kei demanded. His voice hard, determined. As if his words could control sin, you shattered, body spasming as you fell back to earth, hitting every rock along the way. It was a relief filled with sharp edges, causing tears to fall and shakey breaths. Kei cooed at you, telling you what a good little slut you were for him as he fucked you through your orgasm, quickly cumming himself as you milked him dry, painting your inner walls white.

Kei pulled out, a stretched out beside you, gathering you on top of his chest. “What a sinful little lamb you are, letting me do all of that to you.” Exhaustion was overtaking your body, as you gathered your wits about you, shame starting to replace pleasure.

You tried to defend yourself, but Kei interrupted you “its ok to be a slut for me lamb. Because you want me, and now I have you.”

[suituuup]

pieces - chapter ten

Five years ago, Chloe dropped off the face of the Earth. Beca didn’t expect to see her again dancing in a strip club, out of all places.

rated: E (drug use and emotional abuse in early chapters)

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The knock at the door made Chloe jolt. 

Aubrey was here, and Chloe was a nervous wreck. Even if Aubrey had shown nothing but support in the texts they had exchanged over the last couple of months, Chloe was bracing herself for judgment. It had become her default setting over the last couple of years, to always expect people to think the worst of her. 

It turned out Aubrey couldn’t make it for dinner that weekend and instead offered lunch on the following Monday, so Beca was currently at work. Meeting her alone made Chloe even more nervous; Beca had become her rock, her lifeline over the past couple of months, and someone Chloe actually trusted, and she would have been more comfortable with her being present. 

She wiped her hands on her apron and padded to the door, sucking in one last deep breath before pulling it open.  Her friend looked the same as Chloe remembered her, except for her hairstyle, which evolved into a neat bob and matched the lawyer persona well.

“Hey Chlo,” Aubrey greeted softly, eyes soft and smile shy. 

“Hi,” Chloe breathed out when she remembered she should say something, blinking. 

Before Chloe could step aside, Aubrey stepped forward and pulled Chloe into a loose hug. Chloe’s first reaction was to tense for a brief moment, eventually wrapping her arms around Aubrey’s back, in turn, her shoulders relaxing as she exhaled. 

“Thanks for having me over,” Aubrey said as she backed away.

Chloe nodded with a small smile and took a step back to let Aubrey through. “Come on in. I uh-- I made chicken pasta. Do you still like that?” 

Cooking had been one of the activities Chloe had rekindled with since finishing rehab. Following a recipe was a good distraction from her cravings. 

“I do. Sounds yummy.” 

“You-- you’ve been here before, I imagine?” Chloe asked as she shut and locked the door behind them, leading Aubrey to the main room.

Aubrey shrugged off her jacket. “A few times, yes. I think the last time was for Beca’s birthday last September.” 

Chloe nodded once more, then remembered her manners. “Can I offer you anything to drink?” She asked as she padded to the fridge. “We have water, flat or sparkling, coke and fanta.” 

“Sparkling water is good,” Aubrey said as she perched herself on a stool, resting her chin over her propped-up hand. “How’s it been living with Beca?” 

“Good,” Chloe replied as she reached for two water glasses in the cupboards, the water bottle in her other hand. “She’s been really amazing with trying to make me feel at home. It’s weird though because I can’t pay rent or groceries. I still feel like I’m taking advantage of her generosity.”

Aubrey hummed. “I get that. But you’re not. Beca wouldn’t offer all those things if she felt like you were taking advantage. And we all know you’re not. You’re getting back on your feet and could use all the help you can get, which I’m sure Beca is happy to give.” 

Chloe took a deep breath and nodded. She uncapped the bottle and poured some water into both drinks. 

“How have you been feeling otherwise?” Aubrey questioned then. 

Chloe shrugged, breaking eye-contact. “It’s been a real rollercoaster, to be honest. Somedays I feel fine, other days it feels like I’m drowning. If it weren’t for Beca’s support or--” The baby, which she had yet to tell Aubrey about. She swallowed, forcing herself to meet her friend’s gaze. “A few days before the end of rehab, I found out that I was pregnant.” 

Aubrey blinked twice in slow succession, much like Beca had done. “You are? I mean--” 

“I’m keeping it,” Chloe cleared up before Aubrey could attempt to reword her question. “I know it probably sounds crazy and irresponsible given my situation and who the father is, I--” 

“I think you’re going to make an amazing mom, Chlo,” Aubrey murmured before Chloe could finish. “And yes, your situation is tricky right now, but it won’t forever be that way. And the father might be a dick whose balls should be fed to wolves, but you and I both know that a  baby sharing your genes can’t be evil.” She tilted her head to the side. “Are you going to tell him?” 

Chloe froze. She hadn’t dared broach the subject with her therapist for fear of her telling a judge, and she didn’t know what she was allowed or not allowed to do. “Do I… have to? I mean, legally?”

Aubrey shook her head. “No, you don’t have any obligations to. The father’s name on the birth certificate can be left blank, and that means Marco will have no rights over the child.” 

Chloe nibbled on her bottom lip as she processed that information. “What if he finds out? Can he get custody?” 

“He’ll have to submit a petition to the court through a lawyer in order to have a DNA test done,” Aubrey explained. “After that, a judge decides if he has the right to have custody, but I really don’t see how he could, given his track record. I had a friend at the precinct look him up, and he’s been convicted several times for drug dealing and violence.” 

Relief swept over Chloe upon hearing that. The thought of Marco having any influence on that child gave her nightmares. “Okay. Good.” She cleared her throat when her brain caught up with the rest of Aubrey’s sentence. “I didn’t know he was a criminal.” But she wasn’t surprised, now. “I wouldn’t have-- he was really good to me at the beginning, and by the time his true personality surfaced, I had nowhere to go.” 

“He was toxic,” Aubrey said as she nodded. “A manipulator. He probably loved the hell out of you at first, bombarded you with sweet messages and calls and flattery? And little by little, the connection faded and you started to feel meaningless? Unworthy?” 

Chloe could only nod faintly, because Aubrey had just put into words what her relationship with Marco felt like, without Chloe telling her any of that stuff. 

“I come across so many people with the same profile in my job, and the victims, men or women, always blame themselves. But they shouldn’t. You shouldn’t.” 

Her therapist had already told Chloe that many times, but Chloe’s default thinking made it hard to grasp that. Being with Marco felt like chaos reigned in her head, her emotions, her body, her life, and he found a way to make her believe it was her own fault. 

Chloe mustered a soft smile, feeling more than ready to stop talking about that for now. “Should we eat?” 

The conversation thankfully transitioned to easier subjects. Chloe caught up on the last six years of Aubrey’s life, feeling a little lighter and more at ease around her friend now that it was clear Aubrey held no grudge or judgment towards Chloe for cutting her out of her life. They found themselves reminiscing about their college days, two hours zipping by without Chloe once thinking about her cravings. 

“I’m just a call away, alright?” Aubrey said as she slid her jacket back on. “And if you ever want to come to Boston for a weekend, I have two guest bedrooms.” 

A genuine smile spread across Chloe’s lips as she nodded. “I’d love that.” Chloe was the one to initiate the hug this time, letting it linger. “Thank you for coming down, Bree.”

Aubrey smiled back. “It was my pleasure. See you soon, Chloe.” 

Bean’s thirteen-week-check-up took place the following day. Chloe was set on having as many tests done as possible at this stage, with an NT scan to help assess the baby’s risk of having complications such as Down syndrome, other chromosomal abnormalities, and major congenital heart problems, as well as full blood work to rule out cystic fibrosis and Tay-Sachs.

Bean passed their scan with flying colors, much to her relief. The heartbeat was strong, and 

Bean’s features were unmistakably human this time around; Chloe could make out Bean’s head and their nose and the round belly and tiny feet.

She went home with three pictures, and Beca insisted one should go up on the fridge. 

The following month was punctuated with more therapy, NA meetings, and the visit to Oregon. Chloe felt more at home in Beca’s apartment with each passing day, though she tried her best to stay out of the way whenever Sarah was over. 

On the day of their departure, Chloe was beyond grateful Beca agreed to come with her, as telling her parents the truth felt incredibly daunting. 

They landed in Portland a little after four that Thursday, renting a car to drive the two hours to Newport, where Chloe’s childhood home was located. As Beca parked the car in her parents’ driveway, Chloe was rooted to her seat with nerves. 

Beca’s hand on her leg snapped her out of it. “Hey.” Chloe turned her head to the left, meeting Beca’s soft eyes. “Breathe. In and out.” 

Nodding, Chloe inhaled deeply through her nose and released the air through her mouth, closing her eyes. She reached for the door handle next and stepped out, swallowing thickly as she let her leaned legs carry her to the front door. She pressed the doorbell and stepped back, instinctively reaching for Beca’s hand. 

Her mom appeared on the other side a handful of seconds later, and she engulfed Chloe into a hug before Chloe could even utter anything. 

“Hi mom,” she croaked out, her eyes fluttering shut as she released Beca’s hand to hug her back tightly, basking into the instant comfort being in her mom’s arms brought her. 

Alice pulled away but kept Chloe at arms’ length, her gaze sweeping over her features. “It’s so good to see you, baby.” Her focus shifted to Beca, and she embraced her next, keeping it a bit shorter. They had met each other before when her parents flew to Atlanta for Chloe’s graduation. “Welcome to our home, Beca.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Beale.” 

Chloe’s mom glared playfully, tutting. “It’s Alice to you. Come on inside.” 

They stepped into the house, a smell Chloe knew well drifting from the kitchen: her dad’s famous lasagna, Chloe’s favorite. 

“Hey Chlobear,” her dad greeted as soon as they rounded the corner, smile bright and eyes sparkling as he sat in his electric wheelchair by the couch. 

Tears pricked behind Chloe’s eyes, and she crossed the distance between them, bending down to hug him. His working arm drifted up to snake around her back. “Hi, Dad,” she whispered, emotions trapping her voice in her throat. “I’m so happy to see you.” 

“Me too, sweetheart,” he murmured, his own voice wavering. “I made your favorite. Well, your mom made your favorite under my supervision, ‘cause she would have messed it up otherwise.” 

“Hey,” Chloe’s mom objected, drawing a chuckle from both Chloe and her dad. 

Chloe straightened, hitching her thumb over her shoulder. “You remember Beca, right?” 

“Of course I do,” Mike confirmed as he made his chair go forward, then extended his hand. “How are you, Beca?” 

“Hello Mr. Beale,” Beca greeted, shaking his head. “It’s nice to see you again.” 

“You, too. And it’s Mike. No Mr. Beale around this house.” 

Beca laughed, nodding. “Got it, Mike.” 

“I hope you guys are hungry, we’ve made enough food to last us until next month,” Mike commented as he moved towards the table. 

After freshening up, she and Beca sat at the table just as Alice pulled the lasagna out from the oven, then grabbed the salad and the wine bottle from the counter. 

“Wine, Beca?” She asked, holding up the bottle. 

“I’m good, thanks, though.” 

Chloe glanced at her. “You can have some if you want.” 

Beca shook her head, smiling softly as she unfolded her napkin and draped it across her lap. “I’m okay, I promise. Water’s fine.” 

Chloe caught her parents sharing a confused look over the exchange, and she cleared her throat, knowing it was probably best to get this over with. “Mom, you should probably sit down.” 

Concern creased a frown on Alice’s forehead as she set the bottle down and lowered herself next to Chloe’s dad. “What’s going on, Chloe?” 

Chloe took a deep breath, and she felt Beca’s hand cover her own under the table. She flipped hers over and wrapped her fingers around Beca’s, grateful for the grounding contact. “I um--” she swallowed, unable to figure out where to start even though she had practiced her speech countless times leading up to their visit. 

Shame and guilt rushed through her, digging their claws into her heart and lungs, making it harder to breathe. 

“Chloe,” her mother’s voice pierced through the buzzing in Chloe’s ears. Chloe looked up from her plate, finding soft eyes. “Whatever it is, you can tell us.”

Chloe closed her eyes and sucked in a sharp breath, forcing herself to own up to her situation by looking at her parents while she spoke. “I have a drug problem. Had. I’m--I’m in recovery. I got out of rehab a couple of months ago.” 

A heavy silence settled over the room as Mike and Alice processed the news. Chloe felt like bolting out of the house as she watched her dad swallow thickly, and her mom’s jaw-dropping. She felt a squeeze to her hand and remembered to breathe. 

“Oh Chloe,” her mom whispered and got up to sit in the vacant chair on the other side of Chloe, taking her other hand as she tilted her head to the side. “How long have you been struggling?” 

Chloe cleared her throat. “About five years. I never-- I never graduated from vet school. I dropped out.” 

Her father frowned, his mouth moving wordlessly for a few beats. “But-- the money you gave us for my treatment every month?” 

“I was a stripper,” Chloe admitted quietly. “That’s how I got introduced to cocaine. How I met Marco. How I... made so much money.” She was hit by an array of emotions -- shame, fear, and somehow, relief -- right then, and a sob burst out from her throat before she could reign it in. “I’m s-sorry I lied to you for so long.” She released Beca’s hand to cover her mouth, her body shaking as she crumbled under the weight of her feelings. 

She didn’t fight it when her mom pulled her into her arms, rubbing her back in slow circles and whispering reassuring words into her ear. “It’s okay, sweetie. Breathe. We love you. No matter what.” 

It took a few minutes for Chloe to be able to get her breathing under control, straightening when she did and taking the tissue Beca offered her. 

“You must have a lot of questions,” she murmured, licking her dry lips. She still had the baby bomb to drop, but one thing at a time. Thankfully she wasn’t showing that much yet, and her large hoodie kept her small bump concealed. 

“Thank you for telling us,” her father murmured, and Chloe saw him wipe a tear away when she looked up. “I can’t imagine how hard that must be, as for deciding to seek help.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t do it before. I was ashamed and lost and--” she shrugged. “I wasn’t myself.” 

“How are you feeling now?” Her mom asked softly, pushing Chloe’s hair behind her ear. “You said it’s been two months since rehab?” 

Chloe nodded, sniffling. “Ups and downs. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Beca. She’s the one who encouraged me to get help, who paid for rehab, continued paying for your treatment, and I’ve been staying at her place while I get back on my feet.” 

Both her parents’ focus shifted to Beca, gratitude swirling in their eyes. 

“She’s been incredibly strong and responsible,” Beca said, smiling softly. “Hasn’t missed a therapy session or NA meeting since getting out of rehab.” 

“And this Marco…” her dad trailed off in a questioning tone. 

“He’s out of my life. He wasn’t a good person, but I failed to realize that.” 

“More like he hid it well,” Beca corrected gently. Chloe met her eyes. “Remember what Aubrey and your therapist said about how you didn’t have to blame yourself for that?” 

Chloe nodded. “Right.” 

“Did he… hurt you?” Mike asked next, a tremor in his voice as he seemed to brace himself for the answer. 

“Not physically.” It wasn’t exactly the truth, but Chloe didn’t think that slap was worth mentioning. “Just… emotionally. He knew how to get into my head, and the drugs didn’t help. They have this funny way of having you believe whatever it wants you to. Logic and reason no longer existed for me when I was at my lowest. I was ashamed of lying to you every time we spoke on the phone, but the paranoia over you not wanting to talk to me again if I told you was stronger.” 

She was sure her dad had a lot more questions and probably wondered if his treatment and their financial problems pushed Chloe into taking that job, but he remained silent, clearly mulling everything over. 

“We could tell you looked tired every time we called, but we never…” Alice trailed off, shaking her head as a few tears rolled down her cheeks when she blinked. “I’m so sorry.” 

“No,” Chloe croaked out, having feared this: her parents blaming themselves. Her heart felt incredibly heavy as she sandwiched her mom’s hand between her own, glancing at her dad briefly. “I don’t want you guys to feel guilty and think that you should have noticed. I hid it well, especially the first few years. Then it sort of derailed, that’s why I stopped visiting. Please don’t apologize.” 

“Did you take that job because you felt like you had to help us?” Her dad asked, just as Chloe had predicted. “With my treatment?” 

Chloe took a deep breath. “I took it because NYC was expensive and I was struggling a bit with rent. And when your health worsened, I asked for more shifts to help out.” She didn’t want to get into what she was asked to do for more money. She couldn’t. Her dad would be eaten away by guilt if he knew how much of a toll working in the VIP room took on her. The whole truth would hurt him more than a small lie. “It’s when I started doing drugs that everything fell apart. It’s not on you, dad. I promise.” 

Mike swallowed and ran his hand over his face as he visibly tried to keep a hold on his emotions. “You’re my daughter, you shouldn’t have had to provide for me, or to put yourself first.” 

“Dad, please,” Chloe whispered, feeling her throat shrinking. “I wanted to help. I just… made bad choices and met the wrong people. It’s not your fault.” Her eyes found her dad’s. “Please tell me you believe that?” 

Her father remained silent for a stretch as he stared at her. He eventually offered a faint nod, but Chloe wasn’t sure if he was being honest. 

Her mom reached up to wipe her tears away, sniffling. “What… what can we do to help you through your recovery?” 

“Being part of my support system, like you unknowingly have since I got out of rehab,” Chloe murmured with a small smile. “And dealing with more of my visits,” she added, knowing they would both be all for that.

“You are always welcome to move back here, Chlo. For as long as you want,” she offered. 

“I…” she cleared the rising lump in her throat as she briefly glanced down to her lap. “There’s something else that I need to tell you.” Another deep breath. “I’m four months pregnant. With Marco’s baby. But he’s not going to be involved. I’m going to raise them on my own.” 

There. Everything she was ready to share was out there in the open, and Chloe felt incredibly lighter, despite her heartbeat picking up as her parents once again fell silent. She really couldn’t blame them, after everything she had just dumped on them. 

“I know it’s a lot,” she added, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “And I know my decision to keep it might come across as strange, but I couldn’t get rid of it, and this baby is giving my life purpose again because I want to be a better person for them.” 

“I think you are incredibly brave,” Alice said after a little while, reaching out to catch a tear falling on Chloe’s cheek with the side of her pointer finger. “And I’m failing to find words to express how proud of you I am.” 

Chloe sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand as her gaze met her dad’s once more. She could tell he needed more time to work through everything, and maybe they could talk about it some more the next day, once he had slept over it. 

“That kid is going to be the most spoiled grandchild of all Newport,” he joked with a soft smile, his words loosening the nerves in Chloe’s stomach.

Chloe released a watery giggle. “I love you guys.” 

“We love you, too, Chlobear,” her dad murmured, and after embracing her mom tightly, Chloe stood up and rounded the table to hug her dad. 

They eventually dug into dinner, the conversation shifting to the baby, whether it was okay, what the risks there were, when was her due date... Her parents offered to turn the office into a nursery if Chloe wanted to move back in with them, to which Chloe answered that she would think about it. She had been concerned about how much the pregnancy and having a newborn baby around would affect Beca’s life and her relationship with Sarah, and this would be another alternative to which Chloe needed to give some serious thought. 

Chloe and Beca headed upstairs shortly after dinner, both feeling exhausted as their mind and body were three hours ahead. After showing Beca to the guest room, Chloe changed into her pajamas and washed up for bed, knocking on Beca’s door on her way back to her own bedroom. 

She pushed it open upon hearing a soft come in, finding Beca lying on top of the comforter, already changed in her sleeping wear. 

“You okay?” She asked, smiling as Chloe sat down on the edge of the mattress. “That went pretty well.” 

“Yeah, I…” she swallowed, shaking her head in leftover awe. “I have amazing parents. I didn’t think they would be so understanding.” 

“Of course they’re amazing. They raised you.” 

Chloe bowed her head as blush bloomed in her cheeks. She cleared her throat. “I think my dad is a bit shaken up and part of him feels to blame, but I’m hoping he and I can talk some more tomorrow.” 

Beca nodded. “Yeah. I think that’s a good idea.” 

Chloe let out a small sigh, and she reached out to squeeze Beca’s hand. “Thanks again for coming here with me.” 

“Not a problem. I’m hoping you’ll show me around the town at some point, take me to your favorite spots.” 

“We can definitely do that tomorrow,” Chloe agreed, her smile genuine. “Goodnight, Bec.” 

“Night Chloe. Night Bean.”

[lazysighs]

A snippet from combo dratchet wedding/ roddy is megop baby raised by ratchet au. Mostly Roddy and Bee being emo with Ratchet

"Might as well be blood-related to Prime anyway considering these two left feet, heh" Bumblebee smiled meekly, following Ratchet's lead, both their fields tingling with amusement. Thankfully the medic had shortened the strides that composed the old-fashioned formal dance to help compensate for Bee's shorter stature and lack of coordination. It wasn't that Bee was lacking grace or fluidity - the scout was well aware of his frame and its abilities - but a dancefloor was no SpecOps mission, and he really, literally, hadn't danced this dance before. He had the suspicion that a few steps were also being skipped over, and with so many optics on them (albeit ones of friends and those he considered family), he was grateful for Ratchet's foresight. 

Lack of familiarity with the choreography wasn't the only reason behind churning tanks and a jittery field. He'd never been particularly good at starting spark-to-spark conversations, but Primus below, he had to spit out at least some of what had been tumbling around his processor the past week. 

"Ratchet, I know I'm not gonna be able to fully put into words how grateful I am for, just, everything, but I'm gonna try" Bee sucked in a deep vent and averted his gaze (bad dance etiquette for sure, but he knew Ratchet didn't have any qualms; only peace and happiness radiated in his field)  "After you and Optimus found me and started taking care of me, I really felt, I dunno, seen? Heard? I felt like a person; like more than just my designation. Like someone worth caring about. You gave me so much and I know I've been a huge pain in your aft more times than I can count but I'm so … grateful to have been raised by you. I couldn't have had a better carer," risking a quick look up at Ratchet's face, he was met with ever so slightly moistened optics and a proud smile. It was one thing for both of them to know that's how they saw each other, and another thing to break the millions-year unspoken vow to never call Ratchet his dad, to borrow the Earth term. His own field was quickly enveloped in love and care normally simmering quietly below other emotions in Ratchet's field, now full and warm. Matching the warmth with his own, Bee pressed on, "You deserve to be cared for too, Ratch. I'm so glad you and Drift have each other. And I'm glad to have you both as family." He gave a small smile and squeezed the hand he was being led by. 

At the moment Ratchet finally got out a very hushed but earnest "thank you," a certain speedster came up behind Bumblebee, poking with both field and finger. 

"Alright short stack, quit hoggin the man of the hour. You're not the only one that gets in on this traditional mumbo jumbo," Rodimus cut in from Bee's left, allowing him just a moment more to give Ratchet's hand one last squeeze before returning to the watching crowd of guests. 

Rodimus quickly fell into Bee's former position, following Ratchet's lead as steps were added back in and they circled the floor. 

"For someone that's never seemed too into Earth customs, you seem to be enjoying yourself," Rodimus started with a grin, knowing full well that Ratchet had deliberately included this portion of parent/child dance (even if it was a little backwards, since normally the parent wasn't the one getting married) for the opportunity to be close to his, well, "sons". Rodimus had always known the gruff, grouchy exterior was just there to keep the soft old man from hurting too bad. It was definitely nice to see him this happy again, and to feel his field wrap around him like when he was just a sparkling. 

"That certainly seems to be happening more and more, lately." Ratchet said with a crooked smile. Rodimus had to agree; the medic had been a lot less gruff and short with the crew (unless absolutely necessary), and goo-goo eyes honeymoon phase of being in love aside (not that either Ratchet or Drift were really outwardly mushy but Roddy did love to tease them), Ratchet had really been making an effort to loosen up. 

"Yeah that heart-eyes dopey glow is a good look on you, Ratch. I'm … glad you went after him." Rodimus looked down, knowing full well the only reason Drift had left the Lost Light was at his order. Guilt and regret bubbled up in his field but he clamped down on it, smoothing it back over with ease, and leveled his gaze at Ratchet. That earned him a squint and a probing feeling that definitely screamed we need to talk about that eventually but Rodimus avoided it with a shrug and signature carefree (for when you're full of cares, actually, but need to keep going) smile, "Hey now this is a party, right? Or at least it's gonna be once we bust out the drinks, huh?" He gestured loosely with the hand that was being held to guide him through the steps.

"For the record, Rodimus, I am glad things turned out the way they did, even if how we all got here was. Less than ideal."

"Yeah, well. Story of our lives am I right?" Rodimus' browplates pushed together, his expression becoming pensive. "Listen, Ratchet, I know you probably just suffered through a bunch of mush with Bee, so I'll try and keep this short for your sake," an easy lie they both allowed, continuing through the motions they'd practiced, "I have a knucklehead for a sire and an idiot for a carrier. Even if they would've stayed together or been on the same side or whatever, I don't think they would've done as good a job with me as you did. I really appreciate everything you've done for all of us. After suffering through all that mess I'm just. Really glad you finally get your star-crossed lovers ending. You more than deserve to be happy and I'm. So glad that you chose to keep me in your life." He gave a sigh, pausing to search for words, "I can't even begin to imagine being in your position. I get ride or die, bros for life, but the whole. Raising a kid you have no obligation to from a millenia-long unrequited love situation, aside from the fact that that kid is the product of unrequited lover and bastard you hate. I just. I was so difficult. And you loved me anyway. I grew up being frustrated at the fact that Optimus never showed that he loved me and not getting why that was so upsetting, but I knew I always had you. Screw them, you've always been my actual dad."

Ah, frag the formalities. With a sharp intake that was definitely not cover for the fact that he might cry, he took his hand from Ratchet's and wrapped his arms around the medic, resting his helm in the crook of Ratchet's neck. "I really love you, ya grouchy old man. Congrats and all that" 

Stunned arms wrapped themselves around the speedster along with his warm, loving field. It wasn't like any of this was news, but he hadn't expected Rodimus to explicitly address it. Already between him and Bumblebee, Ratchet had experienced quite the gambit of emotions - and he hadn't even gotten to dance with his newly bonded yet. 

"I love you too, you pain in my aft. Always have, always will." He squeezed Rodimus tightly, then held him away at arm's length. "I'm more than happy to have you as family, and proud to call you my son." 

At that, Rodimus couldn't do more than give a watery smile and something of a sigh-laugh.

[belzinone]

[old] guidelines

// these are my original rules. though they are still generally relevant, my newer, shorter, more concise rules post is here

A love letter from me to you! Please take it to heart.

The Lowdown: mod is an artist & supportive af｜selective｜primarily plot-motivated｜operates on mutual respect｜your friendly rpc fairy godbitch; gimme your wishlists｜zero tolerance for OC negativity & bigotry｜triggers present｜18+ content present｜consistent but occasionally capricious activity｜OOC communication appreciated｜lots of love abound ♡

Mod Sal (they/them/theirs; 24; PST)

     I study medicine and social justice with emphasis on emergency medicine and sex work, respectively. In addition to being a writer I’m also an activist, artist, and scholar. I’ve been writing Bel since 2015. She’s a very intricate and highly dynamic character who has gone through many changes over the years via her interactions. I look forward to developing her even more with your muse(s)!

     Before I talk about the kind of conduct I’d like on my blog, this is the type of roleplayer and friend I aspire to be. I’ll strive to be as attentive and supportive as I can about your muse, ideas, as well as ooc presence. If we’re mutuals, you can expect plenty of inboxes, tag games, headcanons, relationship tags, to be tagged in & sent posts relating to our muses, general interaction, and emotional support proportional to the depth of our interactions when I’m online. I’m an unapologetic 1-person hype squad at heart and will do my best to spread the love and return the love I get.

     If I’m not around here, you can find me on my snk blog and/or discord by request. I muse Eren and Levi as secondary muses, but they won’t be nearly as active as Bel and are only available to established mutuals. I also have untagged resource & nsfw musing side blogs.

Interactions

  When it comes to interactions, nothing motivates me more than an eagerness to develop our muses’ relationship. Depending on what works best for you, we can work on this via inbox submissions, plotting, or simply interacting. I have a tendency to write para/novella-length replies, but will strive to match you in length and style. Please include something I can actively respond to in your reply, because neutral replies can be very difficult to build upon, and please do not godmod her based on assumptions and/or stereotypes about her character/profession.

  With regards to ask responses, please feel free to turn them into threads by tagging me in a new post and cutting your replies. I’ll turn asks into threads if they inspire me, but you’re under no obligation to continue them if you’re not as motivated. When cutting, please don’t cut me out. Also, please don’t reblog asks with your reply or reblog replies with my tag if I don’t reply quickly enough. I track of all my threads to the best of my ability, so please check there first if you want to know the status of our thread. If I’ve missed a thread of ours, please help me out by sending it to me in a message so I can add it to the tracker. If you lose muse for a thread, please don’t feel pressured to continue it. We can always take a break or start something new. I don’t cap my threads and am always open to new interactions.

Selectivity

    Though I run a selective blog, I am not very selective in nature. I do have a preference for original and SnK/AoT characters, especially those that inspire me and challenge me. I’ll primarily look for interactions by checking blog rules for oc-friendliness, reblogging promos, asking to be mutuals in the tags, then follow back after that initial follow is granted. If you don’t want me to follow you, please block me completely because otherwise I’ll think it’s a mistake/glitch and follow you again. On the topic of glitches, they do happen so I apologize ahead of time if that happens above or below my radar.

    I don’t tolerate oc-negativity or ooc bigotry and will handle my blog accordingly. If you align yourself in any way with TERF, SWERF, homophobic, ace-exclusionary, racist, and/or xenophobic rhetoric, please do not interact. It’s important for me to surround myself with enriching content and community. I have boundaries and will be setting them for my own comfort as well as respect yours because mutual respect between muns is key to a healthy rpc.

Sourcing

    Please don’t do it. This goes for starters, ask memes, wishlist posts, and wanted connections. I understand we might not be the muse/mod duo you have in mind and that we don’t fit every situation, but please don’t fill my notifications with this sentiment, especially if we don’t have any established interactions yet. If our blogs have that much in common, there’s so much we could be musing about. If this happens excessively without us having any interactions, I’ll unfollow and/or block because I am a roleplay blog, not a resource hub. If you’re interested in my musing/resource posts, please show interest in muse interactions as well. The latter is why I’m here and there’s nothing more disheartening and discouraging to my creativity than being used and/or ignored when I present things.

Original Character Disclaimer

    It pains me that something like this needs to be said, but Bel wasn’t created to force ship with your muse and/or overpower our threads. I will absolutely under no circumstances tolerate any form of OC negativity. I don’t care if you think they’re “cringey”, “underdeveloped”, “overpowered”, or any other iteration of not meeting your personal criteria of a good character. Opinions are valid but unsolicited bullying is not. It is important to realize that canon characters are still original characters bar their capitalistic franchise. The mods of original characters are a goldmine of free and original content and deserve to be judged by conduct, not content.

    If you’d like to support OCs, I invite you to scroll through and reblog a thing or two from my OC positivity tag, as well as follow and engage in meaningful interactions with the OCs in your orbit. Your encouragement could be what makes a content creator’s breakthrough, so please be kind and supportive. Saying you’re OC-friendly while providing an extensive grocery list of double standards OCs must abide by to be considered acceptable isn’t OC-friendliness. Likewise, musing an OC doesn’t automatically make you incapable of being exclusive (unintentional or not) so please be cognizant as well  and lets support each other.

Shipping

    That being said, I’m just like every other mun. I enjoy shipping and the occasional smut scene given the chemistry is right and both muns are equally invested in the relationship as well as comfortable with it. The more we develop our muses, the more complicated their relationship will be and the more likely I’ll personally gift you with fanart. Above all, your comfort is paramount to our interactions so please communicate with me. Likewise, please respect my comforts when I speak of them. I am much more likely to be enthusiastic about shipping than Bel is, however, so please be patient with us and respect her boundaries as well.

# FREE THE FPN . SFW // ONLY IT’S NOT

    This is the tag I will use to mark sexually explicit content. Bel is somewhere on the ace spectrum, but is nonetheless a sensual character and has a couple verses that engage in sex work. Bel’s struggles with her identities are a very big part of her personal characterization, so please be patient with her. [Marilyn Monroe’s hinted asexuality] Likewise, if she’s not into your muse, please don’t push such interactions unless we discuss them as a plot element.

Trigger Warnings

    The SnK universe is rampant with violence, gore, psychological trauma, profanity, and grey morality. Furthermore, I enjoy writing dark themes and will provide the disclaimer now that this may be a rather trigger-heavy blog. However, that doesn’t mean you have to be subject to all these themes. If you’d like me to tag things in a certain way, please don’t hesitate to let me know because your comfort is important to me. I’ll gladly create a new tag for you to blacklist/filter and add it to my tag list. Furthermore, this blog will have the occasional explicit content so please don’t interact if you’re under 21.

Activity

   I’m finishing up my bachelor’s so classes and coursework will keep me from here sometimes. Furthermore, I struggle with mental illness and domestic abuse in my home environment, so bouts of these may also pull me from activity. I’ll be doing my damndest to keep my issues off the dash but if things are especially severe and I feel the need to post about it and/or reach out, I’ll use a semicolon tag (#;).  Nonetheless, musing, roleplaying, and plotting helps keep my spirits up so please keep me updated with your muse and share your discord with me, if you’d like. I’d love it so much if we could continue developing our muses as I slip off of and find my way back to tumblr, and I’d appreciate you very much as a writing partner and friend. ♡

Accessibility

    I’m not very savvy with code, but I do try my best to keep my blogging accessible as I tinker and learn. If you struggle with accessing any part of my blog, let it be font size, style, or anything else, please let me know and I’ll do my best to accommodate because I don’t want to perpetuate elitism or ableism in the rpc. As far as reply formatting goes, I’ll usually stick to once small text (particularly in novella length replies via ctrl shift -) and spare use of italics, bolding, and strikethrough text. I may use unicode and/or zalgo for art captions, personal musing posts, crack threads, and other posts that call for it. Every once in awhile, I will blog from mobile and as a result post text in default size, but I’ll still cut my posts and at worst, separate our replies with a symbol or icon if I can’t blockquote text through html.

Permissions

     One of my favorite things about roleplaying is sharing content and playing tag games. If you come across anything that reminds you of Bel and/or our interactions/plotting, please show me! Even more so, if you’re a content creator, you have complete and total freedom to use her and her inspirations in your work. I only ask to see it! Likewise, if I ever create any art for you, please acknowledge it at the very least. If you send in an art request and I deliver, please reblog it. Failure to do this kills my creativity as well as generosity so... please.

   Exclusive to this blog are my own art and edits as well as those gifted by friends. Please don’t ransack our labors of love and re-purpose them as your own. Bel’s Iva & Marie icons were collected by yours truly with a beautiful frame made by Shane. Other people who have contributed their talents throughout the years include madcapraccoon, L, desertbl00m, Eris, Justice, sangre-rebelde, emptyolivejar, desimouse, and the many rp blogs that have interacted with her. I’d also like to give a special shout-out to sjokohama for the boundless enthusiasm given to her development as well as the readers who have enjoyed and left amazing comments on her original fanfiction. She wouldn’t be out here if it weren’t for Y’all ~ ♡

If you feel like something should be added to or clarified in these guidelines, please let me know. I realize I have a lot to say as a consequence of being here for so long, but I still want to keep my conduct as transparent and accessible as possible. 

Thank you for reading! Please feel free to like this post and interact ~ ♡

[stinkfacestories]

Stinkface Stories: Total KnockOut

Featuring: Kevin Owens, Big Show

The service elevator ran the length of the building; from the sub basement to the penthouse and everything in between. The staff used it because it was easier than taking the stairs and the talent used it because it ran directly from the gym to the suites. It wasn’t uncommon for a  PA to be riding up with coffee and contracts to have one or two slick slabs of sweaty wrestler squeeze in headed to change or go run through a routine in the practice ring.

“You can’t,” Big show said. He pressed the button to summon the elevator. He was wearing dark blue sleeveless shirt. He wa quite the imposing sight: giant,bald, big bushy beard.

“Come on, I’m telling ya, I can do it. It will really give me boost you know?” Kevin Owens, though nearly a foot shorter than Big Show, stood next to him also waiting for the elevator, They had been working out together all week. He cut quite the figure too. A little pudgier, just as big a beard. His grey t-shirt emblazoned with the letters ‘K.O’  was near black with sweat.

The elevator opened and a thin looking PA looked up, wide eyed at the two. The other runners had always joked about who would be the worst pair to be forced to ride up with, and out of all the possible combinations, Big Show was always one of the pair. The elevator itself was not nearly as big as the ones in apartment buildings. Two normal sized people would have an uncomfortable ride, let alone a giant, his fat sweaty friend and a 9-5’er.

“Hey there,” Big Show said kindly as he stepped in. The box groaned in protest but the floor held. He turned his back and wedged himself into the opposite corner, though his massive frame still covered half the width. When Owens joined him taking up the other side the PA was pressed practically nose to back with the two. The doors closed as the fourth passenger made their presence known: the hot body odor wafting off the two of them. It filled the compartment like a thick fog. The two wrestlers either didn’t notice, or didn’t care. The PA was barely able to hold his breath.

“Maybe I could just do it once and see how it goes. Then we can make a decision” Owen spoke up, the first to break the silence.

“You can’t finish with a Stinkface, there’s a tradition with it. Unless you wanna quit and do house shows in high schools for the rest of your life, then you gotta follow the rules.”

“What rules? Its sticking your ass in some guys face for fun, what rules can there be?” Owens said.

The PA heard the word ‘ass’ and looked down at the two of them. Two big ones right in front of him. Each were covered in some dark shorts; The Big Show’s were a camo pattern, very tight, almost painted on. His ass was like two monster boulders crashed together. Owens were looser, solid black, athletic--slick and shiny. He was a bit rounder. The globes of his ass were bubbly, jiggling slightly every time the elevator would jostle just a little bit.

“We don’t have time for this man, when the time comes I’tall happen.” Big Show said.

“Time? We need time?” Owens looked at the panel in front of him. He opened a small door revealing a large red lever marked ‘Emergency Only’. He grabbed at it and turned it. Turned it so far and so hard that it broke off in his big thick hands. The elevator jerked and sputtered to a halt, somewhere between the floors.

“Hey man, what the hell did you do that for?” Big show said

“Are we stuck? What happened?” The PA said, trying to see between the two walls of flesh in front of him.

“I figure we have at least an hour before they send people to get us, maybe longer for them to get us out of here. So now we have time for you to tell me just what rules and qualifications I need to finish a match with a Stinkface,” Owens said. He thumped at Big Shows arm, punctuating his point.

“Stinkface?” The PA said.

“Yeah, Stinkface. I want to start using it in my routine. I think my crowds would love it.”

“You couldn't have left me get off before you got of stuck? Can this thing hold you two? Is there enough air?”

“Hey ho, quite up now,” Big Show said. “It’s done now so no use complaining. Having you here will work out fine. We can get some outside perspective on the matter.” He looked down at Owens “So tell me. Why do you think you deserve to do this Stinkface?”

Owens smiled. “Well, look at me man. I think the crowds would love it. I’m like a smaller version of you. Got the big beard, pretty thick. Wouldn't they think it was funny if I sat my big ass on some jobber?”

“Well, you stumbled in the first requirement. You gotta have an ass. I know you can be an ass, but that dont mean that you got one. The crowds don’t want to see just any flat-ass guy pinning someone in the corner. They want to see someone with some real powerful haunches smother a guys face; that’s why Me and ‘Kishi are so good at it. So… do you really have the ass?”

Owens reached back and punched his own ass, the big thing trembled before the smaller PA. “Hell yeah man. I got one. You see this thing? I avoid doing too much work on it because I want it to be big, but I don’t want it to be to hard. Know what I mean?” He peered behind him at the PA. “You got a good view, tell the guy about it.”

“What?”

“Tell Big Show how my ass looks like it would be great to give a stinkface”

“I don’t think Im really the best to ask--”

“Come on now play nice,” Big Show piped up “We might be here a while so just be helpful. Tell the guy if you think his ass is good enough to stinkface a guy.”

The PA looked back at Kevin Owens’ ass. It wasn't something he would want to tangle with.

“I’t looks..good I guess?”

“Come on guy,I need more than that get in there” Big Show said.

Owens obliged and reached back and grabbed the guys hand and put it on his ass. “See,” he said. “Feel how its just the right mix of soft and firm. Plenty of room for a face right?”

“Yeah sure, it’s like sweaty bread dough,” The PA said

“Amature. It’s not the Stinkhand Owens.” Big show shoved Kevin and he went stumbling backwards. Flailing to keep his balance, his ass slammed into the back of the elevator; the poor PA’s face between his cheeks. Owens blubbery cheeks engulfed his face, wrapping from ear to ear. One could only imagine the smell that he must have suffered. It may have only lasted a moment, but when the beefy wrestler leaned forward and looked behind him at what he had done, the PA’s face looked as if it had looked as if it had been wedged in there for an hour. He was in shock. His face was splattered with sweat; as was the wall behind him.

“Well shit,” Big show said. “I was wrong about you K.O. That right there is the sign of a good Stinkface. The look of horror, disbelief.”

“How was it?” Owens asked the PA.

“ Uhg…” He just wiped his face.

“Good? Bad? Come on we need words dude,” Big show said. He leaned down a little “Or do you need another, longer, go to form an opinion?” He raised his eye and gave a grin.

Wet, cold, but also hot. Silent”

“Awesome,” Owens said

“And the smell?”

“Didn't inhale, thank god” The PA said.

“You didn't smell? Your face was buried and you didn’t smell?” Big Show rolled his shoulders and slapped Owens on the shoulder. “He didn’t smell. How are we supposed to judge how good it was if at the end of the day he didn’t take a sniff.”

“Im sure its bad,” The PA said. “This is a pretty small space. You can’t smell it already? It reeks in here.”

Kevin sniffed at his pits. “I smell nothing.”

Big Show sniffed too “Me either. We were in that Gym for along time. Your noses is the only one that knows. So go on smell it and tell me how it is”

“Whoa, Show you sure that’s a good idea?” Owens pipped in. “Trust me when I say that’s a pretty dangerous area back there. Might not be safe to go in and sniffing around.”

“ Ill pass,” The PA said. “I can smell it from here. I give it a 9/10 on the bad scale.”

“Not good enough for me pal,” Big show said. “Who knows what your smelling. Could be me. Only way to go is to get up in there and take a big sniff. Owens assume the position.”

Kevin turned and put his hands against the wall, spreading his legs ever so slightly, like he was preparing to be frisked. His ass was begging for someones face at that point.

“No way. You can just take my word on it.”

Big show grumbled. “Your choice pal: You can either take a big sniff of Owens, or you can be sniffing my ass  from now till the fire department gets here. And my ass don’t play nice.”

Kevin gave a short laugh, his ass jiggling with it “Aint that the truth; take the easy way out guy.”

The PA had no real option. Given the choice between the two asses, he opted for the less violent of the two.  

“Where should I, you know.. Target?”

“Right where the back turns into the ass, if your a chicken-- right in the blast zone if your a real man.”

“Blast zone?” Owen looked over his shoulder at Big Show

“You know,” Big Show blew a raspberry “Blast zone”

Owens laughed “Oh man, I get it. I should get some underwear that says that”

The PA swallowed

“So what’s your choice?” Big Show asked

“What’s the current.. Blast danger I guess?”

“... rising with each passing second bro, so the quicker the better”

The PA leaned in, settling somewhere not quite as high as the back, but a fair share north of the blast zone. He was less than an inch away. He could feel the head radiating on his face.

“Keep that mouth closed,and give it a good 30 seconds. I don't want you cheating and holding your breath”

The rank odor of Owens ass was powerful. It filled the PAs nostrils. It burned. If he were lucky it may have destroyed his sense of smell right then and there and he would be done with it. But nevertheless it kept on stinking.

“When's the last time you took a shower K.O” he asked

“What day is it now?”

“Saturday,” Big Show said

“Easy: Late Friday Night”

The PA took another wiff

“...you mean yesterday?”

Owens counted on his fingers “.. no..I think it was three or so Fridays ago.

“And when did you wash these shorts last?”

“Wash them? These are workout shorts. You don’t wash them. I just shove them in my gym bag.”

Big Show laughed. “So that’s why they call you K.O, everyone who gets a wiff gets knocked out. So how is it dude?”

The PA pulled away “Bad. Salty. Hot. I wish I had been knocked out. My eyes were burning”

Owens gave a thumbs up “Thats two for two. So I can stinkface guys now?”

“Not yet. One final qualification: The gimmick.”

“The gimmick?” Owens said

“Gimmick?” the PA said. “I thought the stinkface was the gimmick.”

“Don’t we wise. Everyone who does the stinkface does their own little twist.”

“Oh yeah,” Owens said. “Like how ‘Kishi hikes up his thong, or does it bare ass?”

“What do you do then?” The Pa asked Big Show.

“I fart.”

The PA groaned and turned away

Owens laughed. “Thats real? I thought that was a joke. You really do that when you give a stinkface?”

“Yeah. Every time.”

“Who does that? Why would you even do that. It’s not like the crowd can tell. Your big but I don’t think you could.. Do that...loud enough for the cameras to pick up” The PA said.

Big Show loomed over the PA, forcing him to one of the corners. He pointed his big finger down at the guy. “First off, if you wanna find out how loud I can fart all you have to do is ask and I’ll be real happy to give you a demonstration. Second it’s not for them. Its for me, and for the tradition.”

The PA groaned again

“I could do that too!” Owens interrupted

“You could?”

“Yeah. I never ripped one in front of you? I swear I must have. Haven't I?”

“Think you could work one up now?”

Kevin scrunched up his big bearded face, grunting a little as he closed one eye. “Yup. There it is. All loaded. I was gonna drop it in my Uber on the ride home but I can drop it here.”

“But were in an Elevator. A tiny, tiny elevator” The PA said. Both Owens and Big Show looked at him like he was speaking some alien language. “So?” they both said

“That’s like the only elevator rule. You don’t do that in an elevator.”

“I do.” Big Show said.

“Same. A lot.” Owens said.

“In fact I dont think Ive ever ridden an elevator without farting in it.” Big Show said.

“Fine. Just.. let me get out of the way.” The PA slide as far in the corner as possible, leaving Kevin on the opposite side.

“This is a stinkface test though. K.Os bringin the stink, you gotta supply the face.”

“What? No way! Not this time” The PA said.

Big Show had enough. He reached out and grabbed the guy by the shoulder, effortlessly sliding him forward. Big Show leaned back against the wall, his arm pinning the smaller man in place.

“Hey let me go!” He said

“You’re free to try, but bigger men than you have failed.”

Owens turned around and began to back up slowly.

“Hey K.O. Why not try out both. Maybe that can be your thing”

“Both?” He said

“Yeah. Drop them draws.”

K.O slid his shorts down. Like the rising sun, his pale ass light up the room. It was glimmering from the sweat. The first thing everyone notices was how hairy it was.

“Damn K.O even your ass has a beard. You ever think about getting that thing waxed?” Big Show said.

“Tried it once, but they said they didn't have enough wax and wanted to charge me three times the regular price.”

Owens backed up even more. Soon the PAs chin was resting on the dark valley that was Owens ass. He backed up even more and he could feel the weight of the two fat globes pressing him into Big Shows gut.

“Come on guys. Show. Big. Big Show. Tell him to call it off. He doesn't want to do this. You can stop him”

“Let’s see: Hey K.O”

“Yeah Big?” Owens looked over his shoulder. Lining up his ass for the best stinkface possible.

“You sure you wanna rip one in this guys face?”

“Sure do Big,” Owens said.

“There, all settled. Go on blast away K.O. Hell I think I might give him one after.

“Come on you can’t do-mpf--”

Big Show pressed the PAs head down so that everything save his eyes were pressed into Kevin’s hairy crack. He was really tasting the musky, sweat soaked forest of hair. Kevin was braced like a centerlinemen, ready to snap the ball.

“Here,” He grunted out. Half of his face was scrunched up. “Comes. The knock Out..Ahh..”  His ass erupted in a deep and vibrating blast. The bassy rip reverberated throughout the elevator, shaking even Big Show to the core. Owens went slack jawed. His mouth open almost drooling on the floor. “ Puuunnnch…...aw man now that Felt great.”

The PA’s eyes rolled back in his head as he was forced to breath in every once. He coughed, but that only forced him to breath in Owens Ass through his mouth. His senses were completely overwhelmed. He could see nothing but Owens hairy ass, smell nothing but his meaty fart, taste the salty hairs of his crack, feel the flapping and giggling of his cheeks on his face, and hear Big Show and Owens laugh.

And it wasn't even over

Owens hoisted up one leg and propped it on the wall behind him. He cocked to one side and let out another, less intense but longer sputtering fart. “It’s like a flood gate. Once you break the seal all the rest just wanna slip out”

The PAs eyes rolled back even further. The sloppy blast had done him in. With one final sniff his body went limp and he passed out.

“Damn K.O, you really earned that name.”

‘Hell yeah!” Owens pumped the air. “This means i’m in right. I can do the stinkface on my opponent's right?”

“Not quite.”

“What? Come on Show, I practically melted this guys face off. I can do it!”

“Oh you can do it all right. But you can't do it on stage till someone gives it to you.”

“Wait you mean I have to…”

“Thats right.”

Just then the elevator jerked back into motion. Big show reached over and pressed the button for the floor with the practice stage.

“I’ll see you in the ring, Owens”

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What are Balayage highlights? Here are 15 perfect examples

Balayage Highlights is a freehand technique to highlight the hair for a more natural look. The word Balayage comes from the French term "to sweep" and describes perfectly how the highlight color is applied to the hair.

Designed by almost all celebrities, highlights are the easiest way to beautify your hair. Instead of the normal foil-in-hair technique, the ultimate goal is to create a flawless transition from flawless shades to an open, sun-kissed look.

A seamless transition can be easily made on long manes, but it also works for any hair length and texture. Choose subtle accents that are slightly lighter than your hair color for a more natural finish to bright browns and blonds. Make sure you choose a mix that suits you best.

No maintenance-intensive repairs required. Because this dyeing process creates a very natural growth, which allows you to enjoy new hair without much effort. Just remember to use colorfast products that will allow you to enjoy your color for much longer!

Try out this trendy painting technique and choose one of these beloved Balayage highlights!

Caramel highlights on dark brown hair

Stylist Nicole chose this slightly roasted color on brown hair and did not disappoint. The applied coloring emphasizes fine hair for a soft look.

Ash-colored hair with honey balayage highlights

How would you describe this look?

The beauty of this look is its color. These honey tones really complement their natural base color!

Any advice for someone considering it?

Balayage Highlights are the perfect introduction for someone who has never had color before but wants to try something new. For example, this guest came in with a full head of beautiful natural hair! She wanted something lighter, but did not want to come by every month to improve. Balayage is the perfect entry for first time customers. With the right home regime, these looks are low maintenance and all at your time. Techniques that brighten up like balayage can dramatically improve hair color.

Blonde highlighting on brown hair

How would you describe this look?

This look is a classic ash blonde balay color and my favorite thing about this look is that it's fun, easy and not much care for my guest. It's a new look for her, but once he's outgrown, he'll look pretty and natural.

Any advice for someone considering it?

This color and cut is ideal for women with naturally fine hair texture who do not do much with their hair and are looking for a new look that looks good straight or curly to naturally enhance their look.

Busy working mothers who are on the move and do not have much time to hair their hair in the morning, or even simple, easy-care girls who want that wavy look on the beach and the straightforward, dull look that Kylie Jenner rocks. As hair grows back and women do not have time to come to the salon as often as necessary, the color will mix as hair grows.

Ash blonde highlights on light brown hair

How would you describe this look?

This look is up to date, somewhat edgy and above all funny. As the basic color of the model was already a cooler brunette tone, these ashy mixed balayage highlights complement their natural coloring. We kept the balayage highlights finer and raised them as lightly as possible before toning them for lighter growth that does not end in brass.

Matching the edgy ash tones, we made a fun, textured, angled bob and finished the look with effortless, chaotic beach waves. The coolest thing about this look would be that he stands on the bolder side and evokes a sense of trust in my client, which brings out her fun and open-minded personality.

Any advice for someone considering it?

This look and the softer balayage highlights can be very versatile, as they allow more time between appointments and therefore less maintenance. The cut is best for finer hair and can be worn smooth and straight to accentuate the angular concave shape, or it is curled to accentuate the volume that can be created with this type of cut. I used a larger curling iron and finished it with a dry texture spray from Kenra. Each style would bring out the color and the seamless mix in different ways.

Copper and strawberry blonde balayage highlighting

How would you describe this look?

This look is characterized by a subtle natural, sun-kissed dimensional strawberry copper balayage highlights. I have freehand painted hair pieces that I really wanted to pop when the light hits them, but still have the natural sun kiss effect.

Any advice for someone considering it?

It is very low maintenance and only gives it a subtle dimension that it needs. Balayage is great for the easy-care woman who wants to size her hair, but no rooting straightaway. This gives her a long haircut for the perfect, easy-care look. Wave the hair with a 1-inch curling iron to show more color and create pop. Finish with Oribe texturing spray and R + CO hair spray to relax the waves, but gives a lot of support.

Everyone is a candidate for highlights – it's about finding the right shade for your skin tone. It's easy to keep up with him or just let him grow – there's no obligation that makes it so enjoyable! I always say: do not be afraid to try new things!

Subtle face framing balayage on dark hair

How would you describe this look?

Face Framing Balayage Highlights are an easy way to lighten your hair while leaving little time in the salon. This look is good for someone who does not like to spend hours filming and / or balancing, but still wants the beautiful, sunken blonde. The best part of this look is how much more dimension he can give someone. This is such a good example of the phrase "less is more" because those few lighter pieces around the face can really make a nice color contrast.

Any advice for someone considering it?

This look is flattering to most people just because you can really tune it to each one. You can adjust the tone, the degree of the blonde (or brunette) and the placement. That's the beauty of the Balayage highlights, you can really adapt them to what you're looking for. This type of balayage typically looks best with a longer frame or blunt cut, but you can also do it with shorter models and bangs.

I would only advise to put a little balayage in the entire hairstyle to give it a general fluidity. This look is great for just about every hair type and for everyone, whether you make your hair every day or just let it fly, but you wake up in the morning. Face Frame Balayage is so versatile and it really is one of my favorite salon services to do.

Caramel Balayage on brown hair

Show off these fabulous beach waves with sweet honey accents that give your look body.

Balayage on dark hair with purple highlights

Intensify your long mane with sexy soft waves to the tips. This style is perfect for the everyday rocker look!

Light blond and chocolate brown balayage

This sexy Date Night Look creates an edgy, but sweet look. Adding a center piece to huge loose curls creates a more casual, yet composite look.

Rose gold balayage highlights

Cotton candy plus textured waves are synonymous with a super cute and cheeky look! With a spray handle and a few strokes with a brush, you'll have fun with this adventurous transition from dark to pastel pink hair. Rose gold Balayage highlights have become super trendy because the unique shade created can complement many basic colors.

Golden balayage on brunette hair

Dark hair does not have to be boring. Add a handful of caramel strips for new dimensions and you'll be sure you have that radiant effect on your beautiful face!

Sun kissed balayage highlights on brown hair

Do you want the beach to light up and you look at your locks? Look no further, as sunlit balayage highlights that look best on brimmed hair are easy to reach with a professional balayage.

Bronde balayage on black hair

Long-waved hair with the right colors would make anyone stand out – whether at a formal event or on the beach.

Light blond balayage on red hair

Feel both edgy and dreamlike with pops of color on long, delicate layers. This hairstyle looks especially magical when combined with graceful pigtails!

Dirty blonde balayage highlights on curly hair

Hug your curls! Easily exercise volume and character as you release your beautiful natural curls.

What are Balayage highlights? Here are 15 perfect examples

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What are Balayage highlights? Here are 15 perfect examples

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What are Balayage highlights? Here are 15 perfect examples

Balayage Highlights is a freehand technique to highlight the hair for a more natural look. The word Balayage comes from the French term "to sweep" and describes perfectly how the highlight color is applied to the hair.

Designed by almost all celebrities, highlights are the easiest way to beautify your hair. Instead of the normal foil-in-hair technique, the ultimate goal is to create a flawless transition from flawless shades to an open, sun-kissed look.

A seamless transition can be easily made on long manes, but it also works for any hair length and texture. Choose subtle accents that are slightly lighter than your hair color for a more natural finish to bright browns and blonds. Make sure you choose a mix that suits you best.

No maintenance-intensive repairs required. Because this dyeing process creates a very natural growth, which allows you to enjoy new hair without much effort. Just remember to use colorfast products that will allow you to enjoy your color for much longer!

Try out this trendy painting technique and choose one of these beloved Balayage highlights!

Caramel highlights on dark brown hair

Stylist Nicole chose this slightly roasted color on brown hair and did not disappoint. The applied coloring emphasizes fine hair for a soft look.

Ash-colored hair with honey balayage highlights

How would you describe this look?

The beauty of this look is its color. These honey tones really complement their natural base color!

Any advice for someone considering it?

Balayage Highlights are the perfect introduction for someone who has never had color before but wants to try something new. For example, this guest came in with a full head of beautiful natural hair! She wanted something lighter, but did not want to come by every month to improve. Balayage is the perfect entry for first time customers. With the right home regime, these looks are low maintenance and all at your time. Techniques that brighten up like balayage can dramatically improve hair color.

Blonde highlighting on brown hair

How would you describe this look?

This look is a classic ash blonde balay color and my favorite thing about this look is that it's fun, easy and not much care for my guest. It's a new look for her, but once he's outgrown, he'll look pretty and natural.

Any advice for someone considering it?

This color and cut is ideal for women with naturally fine hair texture who do not do much with their hair and are looking for a new look that looks good straight or curly to naturally enhance their look.

Busy working mothers who are on the move and do not have much time to hair their hair in the morning, or even simple, easy-care girls who want that wavy look on the beach and the straightforward, dull look that Kylie Jenner rocks. As hair grows back and women do not have time to come to the salon as often as necessary, the color will mix as hair grows.

Ash blonde highlights on light brown hair

How would you describe this look?

This look is up to date, somewhat edgy and above all funny. As the basic color of the model was already a cooler brunette tone, these ashy mixed balayage highlights complement their natural coloring. We kept the balayage highlights finer and raised them as lightly as possible before toning them for lighter growth that does not end in brass.

Matching the edgy ash tones, we made a fun, textured, angled bob and finished the look with effortless, chaotic beach waves. The coolest thing about this look would be that he stands on the bolder side and evokes a sense of trust in my client, which brings out her fun and open-minded personality.

Any advice for someone considering it?

This look and the softer balayage highlights can be very versatile, as they allow more time between appointments and therefore less maintenance. The cut is best for finer hair and can be worn smooth and straight to accentuate the angular concave shape, or it is curled to accentuate the volume that can be created with this type of cut. I used a larger curling iron and finished it with a dry texture spray from Kenra. Each style would bring out the color and the seamless mix in different ways.

Copper and strawberry blonde balayage highlighting

How would you describe this look?

This look is characterized by a subtle natural, sun-kissed dimensional strawberry copper balayage highlights. I have freehand painted hair pieces that I really wanted to pop when the light hits them, but still have the natural sun kiss effect.

Any advice for someone considering it?

It is very low maintenance and only gives it a subtle dimension that it needs. Balayage is great for the easy-care woman who wants to size her hair, but no rooting straightaway. This gives her a long haircut for the perfect, easy-care look. Wave the hair with a 1-inch curling iron to show more color and create pop. Finish with Oribe texturing spray and R + CO hair spray to relax the waves, but gives a lot of support.

Everyone is a candidate for highlights – it's about finding the right shade for your skin tone. It's easy to keep up with him or just let him grow – there's no obligation that makes it so enjoyable! I always say: do not be afraid to try new things!

Subtle face framing balayage on dark hair

How would you describe this look?

Face Framing Balayage Highlights are an easy way to lighten your hair while leaving little time in the salon. This look is good for someone who does not like to spend hours filming and / or balancing, but still wants the beautiful, sunken blonde. The best part of this look is how much more dimension he can give someone. This is such a good example of the phrase "less is more" because those few lighter pieces around the face can really make a nice color contrast.

Any advice for someone considering it?

This look is flattering to most people just because you can really tune it to each one. You can adjust the tone, the degree of the blonde (or brunette) and the placement. That's the beauty of the Balayage highlights, you can really adapt them to what you're looking for. This type of balayage typically looks best with a longer frame or blunt cut, but you can also do it with shorter models and bangs.

I would only advise to put a little balayage in the entire hairstyle to give it a general fluidity. This look is great for just about every hair type and for everyone, whether you make your hair every day or just let it fly, but you wake up in the morning. Face Frame Balayage is so versatile and it really is one of my favorite salon services to do.

Caramel Balayage on brown hair

Show off these fabulous beach waves with sweet honey accents that give your look body.

Balayage on dark hair with purple highlights

Intensify your long mane with sexy soft waves to the tips. This style is perfect for the everyday rocker look!

Light blond and chocolate brown balayage

This sexy Date Night Look creates an edgy, but sweet look. Adding a center piece to huge loose curls creates a more casual, yet composite look.

Rose gold balayage highlights

Cotton candy plus textured waves are synonymous with a super cute and cheeky look! With a spray handle and a few strokes with a brush, you'll have fun with this adventurous transition from dark to pastel pink hair. Rose gold Balayage highlights have become super trendy because the unique shade created can complement many basic colors.

Golden balayage on brunette hair

Dark hair does not have to be boring. Add a handful of caramel strips for new dimensions and you'll be sure you have that radiant effect on your beautiful face!

Sun kissed balayage highlights on brown hair

Do you want the beach to light up and you look at your locks? Look no further, as sunlit balayage highlights that look best on brimmed hair are easy to reach with a professional balayage.

Bronde balayage on black hair

Long-waved hair with the right colors would make anyone stand out – whether at a formal event or on the beach.

Light blond balayage on red hair

Feel both edgy and dreamlike with pops of color on long, delicate layers. This hairstyle looks especially magical when combined with graceful pigtails!

Dirty blonde balayage highlights on curly hair

Hug your curls! Easily exercise volume and character as you release your beautiful natural curls.