#he also keeps polaroids and his camera in his pockets!

[homosexual-fast-dancer]

Fraggle Rock S/I

(picrew)

Name: Chirpy Fraggle

A photographer who found a Polaroid camera that Doc accidentally left near the hole in the wall. He's a pretty cheery lad (getting his name from that) and always wants to help others lift their spirits. It's impressive that he can remain so cheerful however as a big gimmick of his is slapstick coming from him often tripping/being a general pain magnet.

His aesthetics are heavily based off of the hippie movement as he is shown to be a big fan of nature, often having sticks and flowers stuck in his hair. And in the instances where we see his room along with the pictures he printed out he also has plants and flowers filling all the little nooks and crannies.

He's also very lovey dovey, making it no secret to the other Fraggles how much of a crush he has on Boober and Gobo. He's closest to Boober, not only being one of the only people who can actually make the guy laugh but also with all the accidents he gets into Boober often has to patch him up. He really admires Gobo however, his singing voice, good looks (for a Fraggle), bravery, and want to help out any friend in need really enchanting the lad.

(Hehe also @weirdgirlgf, my fraggle s/i :3)

[stansangel]

Take a Pic

Ford keeps a picture of you in one of his coat pockets ALWAYS. Even when he was in other dimensions it was always with him. (He lined the pocket with steel so it couldn't get destroyed. He didn't want to forget what you look like.) When he came back he was OBSESSED with taking pictures of you/drawing pictures of you.

Stan keeps one of you in his wallet, he shows it off all the time. It's a terrible picture of you that he took with a polaroid camera when you first woke up one morning, Mabel has a copy of it in one of her scrapbooks. He also keeps pictures of you and the rest of the family throughout the house/gift shop. They're so cutie patootie.

[half-an-hour-hence]

Romy headcanons because I have the brainworms

- Before she could control her powers, Remy used to steal T-shirts and jumpers that smelt of her so he could pretend that she was sleeping next to him at night. Now that it’s possible, he’s given most of them back.

- Rogue wears a locket with his picture in under her costume. He doesn’t know because she knows his ego will be inflated tenfold and he’ll tease the hell out of her.

- They cook together all the time. Rogue’s not the best at cooking but whenever she makes something Remy will consume all of it in the space of 0.2 seconds. And when Remy makes his pastries, Rogue’s always the first to try them. She does a little satisfied hum every time she tries something he’s baked, and he lives for that sound.

- Rogue bought Remy one of those crop tops that reads ‘I ♡ my wife’ and he wears it all the time. It’s his favourite.

- After Remy died in X-Men ‘97, Kurt found a few photographs of him and Rogue messing around at the beach, and he gave them to Rogue after she woke up in 1x08. She framed them and put them on her bedside table. She also found one of Remy’s cards in his coat pocket, and she framed that as well.

- Rogue owns a Polaroid camera and she takes it with them wherever they go. Subsequently, they both have hundreds of photos of them on their travels around the world lying around in their rooms. Rogue puts her favourites in a little photo album, and Remy decorates the wall above his bed with the ones he likes the most.

- Arcade dates are their thing. They both love the 2p machines and always share their coins, cheering each other on and gifting each other the small prizes they win. Rogue is very competitive when provoked, so they also love the games you can win tickets from - like skee ball and those coconut shy machines. They compete to see who can score the most points and always win loads of tickets. Remy keeps hold of them so he can take them to the counter to get a prize for his girl.

- After Rogue learns to control her powers, they become even more fucking insufferable. Scott has cut them out of multiple missions before because they earned a reputation of not being able to control themselves and were frequently caught making out in the middle of a battlefield.

- Rogue gets cold very easily. Remy’s like her radiator

[asbealthgn]

originally posted this goofy lil steddie fic on ao3 but uhhhh you can have it

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Max does not have a crush on Steve.

She knows this because she knows exactly how crushes feel. For the past couple years she’s been in a cycle of crushing on Lucas, dating Lucas, pissed at Lucas, breaking up with Lucas, realizing that Lucas is actually pretty adorable, rinse, repeat. She also had a brief period of crushing on El that she absolutely does not talk about because they are way better off as friends. 

So Max knows how crushes feel and she doesn’t have one on Steve. She does, however, have a healthy appreciation for how hot he is. 

On the one hand, gross, he’s like four years older than her. But on the other hand, Michael J. Fox is like six years older than him, and he’s hot too. On the other other hand, gross, Steve is like a brother to her. But on the other other other hand, she doesn’t have a crush on him so it’s not weird.

Max is running out of hands and the whole point is that she’s not going to stop herself from finding Steve hot, and she’s not going to stop herself from looking at him every once in a while. 

That’s how she makes her discovery on an afternoon that can’t seem to decide if it still wants to hang on to summer or if it’s ready to slip off into fall. She’s out on Ventura, which she kind of hates because it reminds her of Those Days, but it’s a good street for skateboarding. She’s on her own, having turned down Lucas’ offer to get shakes, and El’s offer to watch a movie, and Dustin’s offer to study for their math test tomorrow (like she was ever going to say yes to that). 

She’s sort of halfway on a mission today. Jonathan gifted her a camera on her last birthday, a Polaroid, and has been showing her the ropes of photography. She’s determined to get better at it. Most of her pictures so far have come out blurry or too dark or too overexposed or just completely boring to look at. She has the camera slung around her neck now, and she’s scanning the side of the road for anything interesting to photograph. 

Max has just stepped off her board to inspect a rusted out watering can in the grass that might make a cool photo when she hears a car door slam up the street. She’s partially concealed on the other side of a scraggly bush and watches from behind it as Steve swings his keys around his pointer finger before pocketing them as he approaches the woods. He glances around once he hits the trees and Max ducks down to avoid being seen. By the time she pokes her head back up, Steve has disappeared.

That’s suspicious. Why would Steve be all the way out here? What’s he trying to hide?

Like Max isn’t gonna follow. She stashes her board in the bush and takes off after him, trying to pick up the trail from the place Steve disappeared from. Once she’s in the trees, she can hear his movement, well up ahead of her. Honestly, for a guy trying to be sneaky, he’s making a shit ton of noise. All she has to do is hang back far enough that there’s no chance to be seen and she can keep up after the sound of branches breaking and leaves rustling and birds taking off.

Max pauses when the noise stops. It’s replaced by the sound of voices, too far away for Max to tell what they’re saying. Then that stops too and she creeps forward out of curiosity, going until she finally does see Steve.

He’s kissing someone.

Max isn’t sure who, exactly, because they’re pretty obstructed. Apparently, there’s a tree fort back here that she never knew about. It’s not high up, maybe only five feet off the ground, and the walls aren’t exactly watertight. Through the window and the gaps in the wall, she can see Steve pretty clearly and someone, some girl with curly dark hair. Max can’t see her well enough to make out anything else about her other than that. But it’s not like Max is not going to try to figure it out.

For that she’ll need evidence.

She lifts her camera, lines up the shot in the little window, and snaps a picture. But shit, flashes are a thing that exist. Bright light bounces off the trees and Steve lifts his head. Max drops, concealing herself in the undergrowth. 

“What was that?” she hears Steve ask, and she doesn’t stick around long enough for them to start investigating. She slithers off as quickly and as quietly as she can, making it back out to her skateboard in record time. She skates away, making sure to get two streets over before checking the photo that has now developed. 

Steve and the mystery girl, dark hair spilling out. Yep, Max is definitely going to use this. 

“Steve has a girlfriend,” Max announces in first period the next day, swinging into her seat right as the first bell rings. 

“So?” Mike asks at the same time that Dustin says, “He can’t!”

“What do you mean, so?” Max asks at the same time Lucas says, “Why can’t he?”

“I mean, why am I supposed to care?” Mike says at the same time Dustin says, “Because he tells me everything.”

“Hey, that’s our friend,” Will says at the same time Lucas says, “He doesn’t tell you everything.”

“Okay, can we please stop having two conversations at the same time?” Max asks as Mike and Dustin both open their mouths. Mike snaps his shut, but Dustin barrels on.

“Steve does tell me everything,” he says, “If he had a girlfriend, I’d know about it.”

“What makes you so sure, anyway?” Mike asks Max. She crosses her arm. 

“I saw them,” she says, “In the woods off Ventura. I have evidence.” She rifles through her backpack and produces the Polaroid of Steve and the mystery girl. 

“What were you even doing in the woods?” Lucas asks as everyone leans in to inspect the photo.

Max frowns. “What are you, a cop? Mind your own business.”

Lucas lifts his hands. “Geez, okay.”

Mike settles back in his seat, waving dismissively. “That doesn’t mean anything,” he says, “Steve makes out with girls, like, all the time.”

“Yeah, like Nancy,” Dustin sings, drawing out her name into a taunt.

“Ew, gross!”

“He kind of has a point,” Will says, “Steve kissing a girl in the woods doesn’t really mean anything.”

Max rolls her eyes. “Okay, then you guys aren’t paying attention,” she says, “At movie night last month, did he or did he not say that he was done with casual hookups and he wasn’t kissing anyone until it was ‘the one’ or whatever?”

Dustin nods. “He did say that. He said it to me again last week, because I hang out with him and he tells me everything.”

Lucas rolls his eyes as the warning bell rings. “Alright, if you know everything,” he says, snatching the Polaroid off Max’s desk and smacking it onto Dustin’s. “Who’s he kissing?”

“How should I know?”

“Oh, really? Guess you don’t know Steve as well as you thought.”

“Shut up!” Dustin says, “Yeah, I do! Just cause I don’t know—”

“Let me see,” Mike says, taking the picture. He studies it. “She looks kind of familiar, right? I’ve definitely seen that hair somewhere.”

“Well, she’s someone from Hawkins, so probably,” Max says.

Mike passes the photo to El. “What do you think? Do you know her?”

El takes the picture and looks at it, then shrugs. “I do not think so.”

That gives Max an idea. “Hey, El, do you think you could find her? Like when you found Heather from her picture?”

El looks back at the photo. “I am not sure. It is hard to see her.” She gives Max a tiny smile as the bell rings. “But I will try.”

That afternoon, after school, Max and the rest crowd onto El’s bed at the cabin while El sits cross-legged on the floor, blindfold over her eyes. The photo is on the ground in front of her with the radio tuned to static. Max watches in anticipation as a drop of blood slowly trickles from El’s nostril. After a few minutes, she pulls the blindfold off.

“It is no good,” she says, “I am only finding Steve.”

“Really?” Dustin asks. “Are you sure? Was anyone else with him?”

“I think he is at work,” El says, “He was with Robin and Eddie, but no girl.”

“Robin’s a girl,” Mike says.

“But not the girl,” Max says, “The hair’s all wrong.”

“Maybe she was in a wig,” Dustin says.

“Why would she be in a wig?” Lucas asks. Dustin shrugs and makes an I don’t know sound. 

“It’s not Robin in a wig,” Will says, leaning off the bed and picking up the photo. “It’s someone else.”

They pass it around again, everyone staring hard at the girl like maybe they’ll find some other clue. All they can really make out is that she’s in a black shirt, but that could still be anyone. Eventually, they give up, and the boys get bored and go back to Lucas’ to play Nintendo, and Max sticks around to watch movies with El. 

El convinces Hopper to let Max stay the night, since it’s Friday, and they try finding the girl one more time. El gives up after only a minute this time, shaking her head. 

“It is not working,” she says, “This time, I only saw Eddie.”

“Eddie?” Max asks, “Why would you see him?”

El shrugs. “I do not know,” she says, “It seemed like he is at a concert.”

Max picks up the picture and frowns at it. “Maybe the girl’s there too, but you just can’t see her for some reason? Like, ‘cause the picture isn’t clear? And maybe you’re seeing Eddie clearly ‘cause you know him?”

“Maybe,” El says, looking skeptical.

Max doesn’t blame her. She knows she’s grasping at straws here. But this is so damn confusing. She’s never had reason to doubt El’s abilities before, so why would they be failing? They give it a rest for the night and go to bed, but Max isn’t letting this go.

She’s going to figure out who this girl is. 

Max takes the strategic route and goes straight to the source.

Well, sort of to the left of the source. As close to the source as she can get without actually going to the source. Basically, she asks Robin.

It’s another movie night at Steve’s, and Max waits until Steve has disappeared into the kitchen to pop another bowl of popcorn before getting up and wedging her way in between Robin and Eddie on the couch.

“Do you know who Steve’s girlfriend is?” she asks. The others all whirl around, knowing exactly what she’s getting at. Robin’s eyes widen.

“What?” she asks, “What do you mean?”

Max narrows her eyes. “I know you know,” she says, “Steve tells you everything.”

“Hey, he tells me everything,” Dustin chimes in.

“Not helping,” Max says, pulling the polaroid out of her pocket and showing it to Robin. Eddie leans in so he can see too, then jerks back, laughing. “What’s so funny?” Max asks him.

“How’d you get that picture, Red?” he asks, not exactly answering the question.

“I took it,” Max says, “I saw them, and I wanted to know who she is.” She turns back to Robin, who is still looking at the photo. “Well? Do you know her?”

Robin shakes her head quickly. “Nope! Sorry, never seen her before in my life.”

She is so clearly lying. Max is about to call her on it, but then Steve is coming back into the room, so Max shoves the picture back in her pocket and hops off the couch to give him his spot back. 

“Stevie, how come you never told me you have a girlfriend?” Eddie asks, still sort of laughing as Steve settles in next to him. 

Steve’s eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t believe this!” Dustin shouts, “How could you not tell me!”

“Not tell you what, man?” Steve asks.

“Show him the picture,” Dustin says, tugging Max’s sleeve.

“I’m not showing him the picture,” Max says. 

“Ah, go on, Red, show him,” Eddie says, looking like he’s barely holding back another laughing fit.

Maybe a little apprehensively, ‘cause she’s kind of showing her ass here, Max pulls the Polaroid out and passes it to Steve. He looks at it for a long moment, everyone except Eddie and Robin on the edge of their seat waiting to hear what he has to say.

“Huh.”

“That’s it?” Mike says, “Huh?”

Steve shrugs.

“So?” Lucas asks, “Who is she?”

Steve grins. “Ah, you wouldn’t know her,” he says, “She goes to a different school.”

That makes Eddie howl in laughter while everyone else speaks over each other, trying to figure out what that means. Something like the beginnings of an idea is occurring to Max, but she’s not sure exactly what yet. She turns over the pieces in her head as they finish the movie, analyzing Steve’s answer, gauging Robin and Eddie’s reactions, and it feels like something is starting to come together that has yet to fully reveal itself.  

After the movie’s over, Eddie gives her a ride home since they’re right across the street from each other. 

“I gotta say, Red,” Eddie says as he rolls past the sign for Forest Hills, “It’s a little voyeuristic to be snapping pictures of people in the woods.”

Max rolls her eyes. “I wasn’t trying to be creepy,” she says, “I was just curious.”

“Hey, I’m all about encouraging curious minds,” he says as they pull up in front of Max’s trailer. He grins at her. “Just be careful what you find out.”

That’s cryptic as shit, but Max just brushes it off as she pushes open the passenger door and gets out. She’s climbing the steps to her front door when the rest of the pieces clunk into place—something about familiar curly brown hair, and El only finding Eddie, and Eddie’s tears of laughter at everyone trying to put it together. 

Max whirls around and looks at Eddie hopping up the steps to his own trailer, curly hair bouncing on his shoulders. “Eddie,” she yells. He stops and looks at her. “You motherfucker!”

He cackles and throws open his front door. “Knew you’d get there eventually!”

[trentlife]

JET SKI'S AND PAPS

summary: end of season vacation, one day you both go on a jet ski, & can't keep your hands off each other until the half expected appears behind you both

warnings: fluff, adult language

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the sun gazing down on your half covered skin, whilst you laid down in your cream beige bikini on the soft white hammock, in the middle of the bora bora island, living your best life.

yours and trent's relationship was rather private, you didn't like the idea of the whole situation of having to deal with the publicity and also the amount of social media following.

you where happy, probably the happiest you'd felt in months, meeting trent nearly 2 years ago changed you for the better. it was like he was your soulmate and god made you both coincidentally meet at your best friends boyfriends party. he was everything you wanted in a man, how kind and generous he was to you and your own family all the time.

the time was now 4pm and you heard the sound of a camera click which caught your attention. you opened your eyes to see a rather tall, handsome man hovering over you with his polaroid in his hand. the camera went literally everywhere with him on this holiday, him and his best friend jude have a strange obsession.

"what are you doing?" you asked, with the sun blinding your eyes.

"have you seen how fire you look? that bikini compliments you so well, and even the tits and ass." he mumbled so you wouldn't hear him.

"sorry what was that at the end?" you heard what he said, but hearing him say it turned you on.

"you heard me" he giggled kneeling down to come and join you on hammock.

his soft, smooth hands wrapped around your waist as his half naked body laid beside you with his head tucking into your neck.

"im so in love with it here, i feel like i may even like it more than the maldives" you looked over the crystal blue ocean and shared your thoughts.

"wow i thought you where going to say your so in love with me" trent rolled his eyes being sarcastic.

"trent, i literally tell you every single day, might actually even be hour, how much i love you." you curled your arm around his neck while his head laid on your chest. he looked up to you and you cupped his cheeks and gave him 3 pecks.

he laughed and placed his hand on your boob and closed his eyes and he slowly drifted off into a nap, and not long after, you did the same.

30 minutes later, you where woken up by the feeling of trent fiddling with your hair, while he admired you while you slept peacefully.

you opened your eyes, and the first thing you saw was your boyfriend giving you a beaming smile with them perfect teeth of his, which made you pull him to you and give him the tightest hug.

"can we go on the jet ski?" you seen people in the distance, and you couldn't resist not going on one.

"yeh we may as well," you both agreed and trent pulled you up and gave you bum a little smack whilst you walked in the villa to just grab more sun cream.

you both began walking to the main beach of the hotel, where all the jet ski's where lined up. trent took your hand in his and helped you onto it.

you wrapped your arms around his bare chest and held onto him.

"i beg you please don't go fast until i get used to it love" you informed him politely and he nodded his head.

the ride began and the cool breeze blew your hair in the wind, as you kept tight hold onto your boyfriend.

you then approached a shallow part in the water and trent hopped off the jet ski and pulled something out of his pocket. his polaroid.

"t-trent why do you love this thing more than me?" you joked to him and his laughed.

"your just looking to good today okay? now pose hotty" he hyped you up and you leant over on the jet ski posing.

"now they are fit" he said looking at them through the camera, and you sarcastically rolled your eyes.

you wobbled yourself to the front of the jet ski and now you where the driver, you just wanted to annoy him basically.

"let me get one of the both of us, get on behind me" you fidgeted with the small camera trying to get it on the setting.

as he sat behind you he put his arms over your shoulders and placed his hands on your chest as you both posed for the camera.

"smiling one" 📸

"silly one" 📸

"tongues out" 📸

"kissing one! 📸

you turned your head around and locked your lips together and took the pic. trent got a little to carried away and started winding you up by licking your lips, and you accidentally took a picture.

"that's my favourite one!" he informed you.

"your so annoying" you shoved him jokingly.

random sounds of flickering in the distance caught your attention, you had no idea what it was until your head turned around, and the hotel beach was bombarded with, paparazzi.

"fuck" where the only words to leave your mouth.

your boyfriend followed your head in the same direction, and came to realise what you where on about.

"for fuck sake, cant they just fucking leave me alone" he said in an angrily manor.

"y/n i know your not going to want this but we are going to have to head in that direction, other wise they'll be here until all hours and we may as well just get back."

his words would of bothered you 5 months ago, but now you just came to the conclusion that most places you would go together they would be the third person.

"trent" you tapped him, but he didn't acknowledge you.

"trent" you finally got his attention and his just lifted his eyebrows.

"honestly, at this point, i don't give a shit, let the world know your mine and mine only."

he looked at you in utter shock.

"yeh?" he questioned.

"fuck yes" you raised your arms in the air, and threw them over your boyfriends shoulders, you placed your lips onto his lips and just stayed there until you both let go.

"my girl and my girl only" you both giggled, and headed back to your villa, and boy he proved that to you.

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themirror liverpool and england superstar trent alexander arnold seen in bora bora spending time with gorgeous girlfriend y/n.

the couple have supposedly been dating for nearly 2 years, but keep their relationship away from social media and behind cameras.

the pair were spotted roaming around together on jet skis taking pictures of one another with each other and sharing plenty of kisses on top of that, definition of summer love!

is this finally the perfect girl for trent?

we will have to wait and see... 👩🏽‍❤️‍👨🏽

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user1 i wish they where public there so cute

user2 y/n is glowing!!!!!!!

user3 i wish i was her

user4 jealous

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trentarnold66 definition of summer love? @youruser

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alexoxladechamerlain my boyyyy

philfoden roaming around on jet skis together

the end.

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[sukunasbow]

photograph, glenn rhee.

summary: in which your husband loves taking off guard polaroid pictures of you, but you hate it.

warnings: nothing but fluff!

notes: i miss him! also if you want a song to listen to while reading i recommend ‘photograph’ by ed sheeran cus ngl it hits! not yet proof read!

You’re peacefully asleep in one of the guard towers, thinking Glenn is holding onto you and sleeping as well, when you suddenly hear a loud clicking sound. “The fuck?” You immediately open your eyes, being greeted by the sight of your smiling husband with a camera in his hands. “You creeper.” You roll your eyes, putting a hand over your face to cover yourself as he snaps another photo, a bright light quickly shining, followed by the sound of a photo starting to print. “Glenn!” You move your hand away from your face and move to gently smack his side instead, “I just woke up.” You huff. “And you look beautiful as per usual, now, smile.” He laughs, about to take another photo of you. This time, you sit up a bit more and dramatically pose just as he takes the picture. “Model material right here.” Glenn laughs, waiting for the polaroid to fully print. “You think?” You grin, jokingly posing again. “Oh, for sure.” He takes the new print and hands it to you, causing your eyes to widen as your smile fades, “Oh my god, never let anyone see this.” You cringe. “What? You look good! I’m keeping it.” He grabs it out of your hands. “Liar! I look bad in that!” You gasp. The photo featured your weird pose accompanied by your ‘I just woke up’ look. You just had on one of Glenn’s oversized shirts, and you looked extremely tired. “You look hot.” He kisses your cheek, “This is mine now.” He puts the polaroid into his back pocket, causing you to glare at him. “I’m gonna destroy that piece of junk.” You point at the camera that’s now beside him, causing him to glare at you in return, “Do not destroy it.” He warns. “Or what?” You snatch the camera, letting out a small laugh. Glenn smiles, “Or I’ll show the group this picture.” He grabs a photo from the small stack of Polaroids near him and holds it up. It’s a picture of you sleeping with some drool on the side of your face. “If you show that to anyone, you little stalker, I swear-” You start, “I won’t unless you destroy this beautiful camera!” He interrupts you. “Whatever.” You sigh, giving up and going back to sleep. “Mmhm.” Your husband mumbles, deciding to join you and go back to sleep as well, lying down next you and once again wrapping his arms around you.

[copias-girl]

The Papas vs Technology Headcanons

Ask and you shall receive! @ivyanddaisies

Prompt here

Primo

Ok Peepaw has no use for social media or technology. He’s still marvelling at his vintage tube tv, because he’s old and he was around before the tv <3 And he’d literally rather send a raven with a message rather than text. You pushed him to give it a shot, and being the sweet elder goth that he is, he gave it the good old college try just for you. Alas, he grew frustrated easily. He kept having to whip out the reading glasses to read what was on the screen, and he couldn’t tell if that vibrating in his pocket was the iPhone or if he was having a seizure. Not to mention, he accidentally activated Siri on several occasions and he thought the spirit of a demon was speaking to him and apparently telling him the weather forecast. The only thing he really found a use for was the gardening stuff on Pinterest, but he has plenty of books in the library for that anyway. And as for nudes? He has a Polaroid camera for that. Our sweet old man much prefers the feeling of answering calls on his candlestick phone, and he’ll gladly leave the selfie-taking to you ♥︎

Secondo

Alright, Mr. Worldwide tries to be hip and cool, so he definitely owns the latest iPhone. However, he’s had to replace it several times because when he gets frustrated, that thing goes flying across the room. He tried to use the voice dictation one time and his entire text came out hilariously wrong so he threw his phone out of one of the ministry windows. He texts with one finger like an old man, never uses emojis (he calls them hieroglyphics), and he keeps telling you that he wants to “duck your brains out”. He genuinely tries to take selfies, and that can be hit or miss. Sometimes it’s a typical old man selfie where you can see all the way up his nose, but he did execute this fantastic shirtless selfie one time,,, Bone Daddy starts an Instagram where he makes a few adorably lame posts trying to be edgy and dark. But he mainly uses that to post selfies (ones you’ve taken of the both of you) to show you off. He loves when you send him dirty pictures and he’s also found that FaceTime is perfect for some,,, fun activities 👀

Terzo

Oh my god, the biggest social media whore. He’s only two months younger than Secondo, but he’s somehow overcome his oldness and mastered the art of the iPhone. He has an Instagram, where he posts pictures of the two of you on dates or in bed together covered in rose petals and lip prints. Dude even has Snapchat, where he updates his story with some chaotic videos every now and then. He can text with his thumbs, but he does make some really hilarious typos which are exceptionally frustrating when he’s trying to sext with you (this man demands nudes from you constantly). He actually knows what most emojis mean- he will literally text you the eggplant emoji next to everything 🍆- and only has to ask for your help to decipher some of them. He rubs it in his brothers’ faces as much as he can, calling them old men because they don’t know how to use tech as well as he does. And Secondo finds his use of emojis really irritating because he has no idea what the fuck ‘🤪😝🙃🫠🥴🙄🥸💀’ means

Copia

Oh, Copia. Sweet pitiful Copia. He tries, he really does, but this man has no idea how to use emojis. He types with one finger, makes plenty of typos, and always uses the rat emoji for no apparent reason. Also, he disperses emojis into sentences so his texts always read like this:

Ciao 👋🏻🐀 bella 😚 I am going 🔜 to feed 🧀 my rats 🐀 want to come 😀 with me?🤝🏻

He’s such a dork and you never ever correct him because it’s just too charming. His selfies are often painfully awkward, because he thinks that just staring dead-eyed into the camera and snapping the picture constitutes as a selfie. And he’ll post those on Insta too, sometimes with captions that he got off Pinterest. Or sometimes the captions will be about rats for literally no reason. However, he does make awfully sweet posts about you that have your heart melting when you read them. This sweet man LOVES when you send him naughty pictures and rile him up via text. It gives him a thrill and makes him feel so special. Copia also surprisingly uses Pinterest occasionally, because he finds it relaxing. He’s such a gentle soul, and he enjoys saving things about pet rats, aesthetic things that he’d like to show you later, or even some recipes that the two of you could cook together. However, he doesn’t use Pinterest correctly. He doesn’t pin things, he just screenshots them (because you taught him how to take a screenshot). So even though he isn’t the most religious social media user or the best at working technology, he tries and has a good time ♥︎

[loveandleases]

(Our second fluff ABC's. This time for our hothead. You can find the first fluff ABC's here. Below the cut~)

A = Admiration - Cam admires honesty.

B = Body - Any part of MC, doesn't matter. Just know Cam is very much paying attention to all of their body.

C = Cuddling - There were many nights when MC and Cam were having a sleepover that Cam ended up half laying on MC. Cam loves to cuddle, and why not do that with your favorite person?

D = Dates - For Cam he would prefer something more laid back. While he would take MC out on the town if that is what they wanted, just having that one on one time is a plus in their book.

E = Emotions - They are known as our resident hot head for a reason. Cam can take a lot, he will bury it. (Looking at all those emotions he has pushed down for MC). If Cam feels someone is being rude or out of pocket just know he will do something about it. Even if it has nothing to do with him.

F = Family - For him, those people he considers famliy are the most important to him. Whether that is MC, or MC's aunt, even doggo. They matter to Cam. Now how that applies to his own siblings, you will just have to wait and see.

G = Gifts - He loves to give gifts, believes them to be little reminders of his appreciation. If you see the inside of Cam's room, you will see trinkets from many different points in his life. Things from his childhood, such as the first pebble MC gave him. To a stack of polaroids of Kara's first steps, to when he got the doggo for MC.

H = Holding Hands - He holds hands with such fervency. Afraid that if he lets go the person whose hand he was holding will cease to exist.

I = Injury - While Cam can handle pain thanks to growing up sick, he can't handle it when it has to do with people he cares about. When he saw MC's nose bleed (thanks Cam) he nearly fainted form the sight of blood. Just the idea of hurting someone gives him the ick. (unless that person is Chris.)

J = Jokes - Definitely a jokester, sometimes you just have to laugh to keep from crying. Sadly that is one of Cam's ideals. He will be sulking out of your view.

K = Kisses - Cam kisses with urgency, as if each one will be the last. Each one more dear than the one before.

L = Love - Cam has had love for people, platonically, and romantically. Though no love burns brighter or hurts as much as the one he has for his best friend. It's a love to never be given lightly or that expects anything in return.

M = Memory - He has many memories he holds dear, from the first word Kara spoke, to his first kiss. One of his favorite memories is prom, and when he headbutted Chris. (Okay that one yeah that one is top 5.)

N = Nightmare (what is one of their fears?) - One of his biggest fears is to be discarded. To be replaced and treated as if he never mattered at all. He can do without that.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?) - MC will see Cam just grab at his hair and faceplant on the table, the couch even his bed. MC has yet to find out why but they always hear Cam mumbling things under his breath.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)- Red.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?) - Cam prefers to just hang out, relax. Talk about your shared past and what coul be your future. Watch really cringey shows. Share a pint of ice cream together. Help in any way he can. Also…laundry.

R = Rhythm (what song do they hum to themselves, when they think no one is listening.)- He will hum anything even if he doesn't know the lyrics, his current go to is Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Ray.

S = Secrets (how open are they?) - With others he's not open at all, with MC like an open book. (well except for one secret he keeps close). He will never intentionally tell MC's secrets, those are sacred to him.

T = Time (how do they spend their time?) - Pining. Doodling in a journal he keeps hidden in a drawer. Taking horrible candid photos of people. Cam also likes to read, there will always be a book dog eared in his camera bag.

U = Upset (how do they act when they're upset?) - Depends on how upset he is. While somethings he will bottle, other things will make him out swear a sailor. Cam gives it his all in a lot of things, especially when it comes to cussing someone out. Did they bump into MC, alright hes going to tell them their mother should have swallowed. Our boy is fiesty sometimes to a fault. But it's because he truly cares.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?) - Their accomplishments. While his parents don't recognize how good he is as a photographer, Cam is truly good at it. At capturing a moment or an idea just with photos. It's something he prouds himself on. If he sucks at everything else, at least he knows this is the one thing he can do.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?) - He has a scar on the back of his thigh from doing just that. Cam will fight for you, beside you. To him it doesn't matter. You just tell him where to throw that punch.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?) - Very well. There will be times when Cam can read MC better than he can himself. He won't always know when something is wrong or whats wrong, especially if your relationship changes. He will try his best to figure out whats wrong.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?) - I can't give all the details away, but it would depend. It's not that he wouldn't plan it, it's just likely that he would be so overcome with emotion that he just blurts it out.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?) - Someone touching their hand or a hug. He never really got them from his family so to him it's not only shocking when someone does it but its so comforting to him that he wishes it would never end.

[oops-all-concrete]

Hello lovelies, 💘HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!💘

I'm back with more BG3 headcanons! Today's prompt is;

💕Modern AU; Ways the BG3 (romanced) companions are idyllicly sweet with Tav!💕

No spoilers! Tags are; A whole heckin lot of fluff and cuteness!

Lae'zel -

You have to be careful with what you say around Lae'zel. Made a minor comment 3 months ago that you wanted to revisit somewhere in the Sword Coast? Get packing, you guys are all booked to go. Asked Lae'zel to get you candy on the way home? She has 3 full bags. Say that comment her folks made last time you visited made you uncomfortable- you have a paragraph text apology from all of them the next day. She's not just someone who wants to spoil Tav, she fucking will. (If Tav manages to talk her out of going nuts with the pampering, she's surprisingly sentimental. You bet she keeps a rock in her pocket that reminds her of Tav)

Shadowheart -

She is so excited to post you. She doesn't like social media and tends to keep to herself, but after watching Tav post pictures of them both, she wanted to do the same. The minute she gets even the smallest romantic gesture, she's scrapbooking, she has a wall of Polaroids joined by a horde of hand made sketches, she's putting together little snack baskets and mailing them to Tav, she's about as obviously head over heels as a person can be, really. She's always got a camera aimed at Tav, even if they're just for her. (A good 90% are just for her eyes)

Wyll -

This man never plays games/gets online with both sides of the headphones in. It doesn't matter if the game is online, offline, urgent, time sensitive, dependent on his concentration- if Tav so much as makes a peep, he's out of his seat and across the room. Hells, he takes every chance he gets to go give Tav some attention. In the drift of leaving the waking world, Tav will definitely hear a little "One minute, Tav needs me" despite them not asking. Some footsteps. And then moments later, the warmth of the duvet being tucked all over their body and a gentle kiss to the cheek. Whispered "I love you"s and then a quiet. "I'm going to hop off for a few hours." So you can have some quiet.

Karlach -

She's one of those people that really makes you realise you have good taste in other people. Like, you can't think of a time you went on a walk and she didn't pick up some trash, help an elderly person across the street, immediately offer her seat to a pregnant woman. No matter how prideful Tav might be or not, there's a pride in the admiring looks other people give her. Little girls pass in the street and say "mum, I want to be like her when I grow up!" Everything she does makes Tav proud to be with her, yet somehow Tav is always the one under a spotlight to her. "Oh, me and my partner-" this. "Oh, my partner-" that. "I'm so proud of my Tav. Ugh, I am so lucky" she insists at every turn.

Gale -

He's a night owl, much to Tara's dismay. Wether that's because he can't sleep, he likes being awake in the dark hours or- his brain won't stop nattering at him for a gods damned minute, but either way. He's probably working, quietly cleaning, organising Tavs things so they don't have to worry. In quiet moments, between possibly making them breakfast because of course he's up that early- he's just kissing Tav on the forehead, gently, trying not to wake them. He needs them to sleep but there is not a moment in his day where he doesn't think: "Does Tav know I love them? Can I remind them once more? Even if its just for my peace of mind?" Because he will not rest if he has an inkling his live for Tav isn't at the forefront of their mind.

Astarion -

If you even suggest to this man that you should do matching outfits, he's excited. He always wants to take the wheel, but also wants Tav to have a foot in the idea. He will give ideas left and right, opinions up and down. He doesn't care if it's a date or not, cringe solstice photos, or just gym clothes, he's all for it. If you guys didn't have matching pyjamas already, you have them now, congrats. (If he's still a bloodsucker, he'll definitely still go out of his way to learn how to cook for Tav. Tokyo Ghoul rules though, so Tav gets to taste test a lot. Only the best for his little capri-sun) Overall he's just unashamed and excited to be with someone who very obviously wants to be his, visibly as possible.

(Bonus Halsin!)

Halsin -

This man lives for shared activity. He's quite alright on his own and can allow Tav their space, but going to get massages, haircuts/styles, wine tasting is his total vibe. Just relaxed gatherings together. Nobody lives a spa day like this man. It allows a level of intimacy that nature intends. Cleansing. Careful. Close. He will learn how to do Tavs hair and makeup if asked. Will take pleasure in being able to undress them and put them to bed at the end of a long day. Go on hikes and camping trips, walks through the woods, carving names into rocks and bringing back souvenirs to press into a book that's only getting thicker.

[renren-006]

Poloroid |Sierra Six x Reader

Summery: When Six was given the Poloroid that Claire took of him he only had one person in mind to give it too. AS soon as he was done with the job he headed straight home to you.

Word Count: 466

Warning: fluffffff

A/N: hey hey!!! have not written anything for Six/Court in a bit and i thought this was a cute idea to do!! this is a very short little one shot!! hope you enjoy!!!

Six got that polaroid not too long after Claire got out of the hospital. She placed the picture next to his computer. When Court looked up at the girl she gave him a big smile.

“You know i'm really smart for my age” she told him, “i've seen you take only one caller the entire time you've been here” Court glanced down at his phone to see your name pop up. He glanced back up at the girl before he tucked the photo in his pocket and rushed to answer your call.

“Hey hun” you spoke to him over the phone. Your voice was like music to his ears. You were only allowed one phone call a week, per Court telling you so. 

“Hey there doll” he said, the photo burning holes in his pants. “I got a surprise for you when i get home”

“Oh yea? Please tell me it's not another thing for the kitchen. I love you but you don't need to get something new for the house every time you leave for a mission out of the country” you told him, exclaiming loudly over the phone. Court laughed, making not only your heart swell but also Clairs who was sitting on the couch, an ipad in her lap on the lock screen but was content on watching Six on the phone. She'd never seen him this happy, but when she noticed him pull a special photo from his jacket and a lady's face was on it, she knew he wasn't so straight laced and sticked as he had to be on missions. Court got off the phone with you not long after that, promising to be home soon. 

Once the last week was over and he was home to you the photo was in your hands before his bags were even dropped at the door. When you looked down and saw a polaroid of Court you smiled. He looked down at you with loving eyes. 

“Clair took this?” You asked, knowing all about the girl he was looking after. 

“Yea, surprised me the first day with a camera but i didn't get it back till last week after she was out of the hospital” Court told you. When you flipped over the photo a little note was stuck to the back. When you opened the folded piece of paper, it was a letter Claire. 

Dear Six’s lover…I still don't know your name,

I think he loves you. Well, I have a feeling that you two have been together for a long time. It's cute. Please tell him that I will be keeping the gum I stole from him and I hope he doesn't forget about me. He looks like a happy puppy when he's on the phone with you. Don't let him go.

[paintedstories]

Hello could you do a romantic version of "tom kaulitz meets a female version of himself."

Also I'll be this emoji ❤️‍🔥

Ahhhh such a cute emoji!!

Thank you for requesting ❤️‍🔥!

let's start by saying when this man saw you

shocked, and astonished!

when he saw you he knew you were meant for him

after he managed to make you his friend

you both soon became good friends

after some time when he confessed first

you two became THE couple

your friends where shocked to say the less

seeing you in a relationship

and with a guy that looks like the male version of yourself

same goes with Tom

Lets say that Bill did not expect it

in public he puts his hand on your back on the waist side and squeezes

paparazzi get photos of you two in the park or getting out of a store while laughing or jokingly punching one another

in all the paparazzi photos you both are laughing

he takes you to movies

morning walks with the dog

taking unHD photos with the camera while making weird noice's

he once gifted you a teddy bear and you forgot it at his place and he kept it, now taking it with him in every tour

he has little polaroid's of you two in his language and always wears one in his hat

you made him a bracelet once and he said that he wont wear it

lies

lies

liessssssssss

he keeps it in his pocket

dosen't wanna show you that he cares

when you both sleep togheter, he hugs you from behind and snuggles his face in the back of your neck

hi lovely ❤️‍🔥

I'm sorry that I've answered this late, I'm having my final exams, yesterday I've had one and tomorrow I will gain.

as allways for those who just meet me

I write for SKZ, TXT, and Tokio Hotel

but I'm open for anything

as always here is the master list 📃

(btw I think something happened with my master list links.if they don't work please tell me!!)

[booburt]

Hi, I've been wondering for the photography AU what general time period it's set in, what type of camera(s) does Koby use (it looks like a canon to me but seems to make polaroids, at least that's the surface level observation I can make from my extremely limited knowledge on cameras), what type of photography he personally enjoys and the type he usually does for work (if he does it as his profession too). What does Koby aim to capture with his images, the casual mundane life of an average person, an unreal, etheral sight in a place the average person can't go, Luffy's luffiness, etc? Also what's the general budget Koby has towards camera equipment (doesn't need to be that exact, just a general "he's broke" or "He spends all his money on lenses" would suffice)? My questions are kinda vague here because I'm going to research more about photography later. Thanks in advance :D Oh yeah and also does Koby travel, if not what's the general landscape of his nearby area. You don't need to answer this since I'll probably make it up but it'd be good to know.

okok i wrote this all in the few free periods i got earlier take what you will ^_^

also a doodle i did ages aaaaago with a bit of slightly illegible info in my awful handwriting (sorry)

actual answer vvv

- its a modern au!! so set like. now!

- koby uses sony cameras primarily but yes he does have a few canons (nikon confuses him)

- he has a seperate polaroid camera!!! he usually prints digitally from sd though

- for type of photography, he started with a passion for ocean and landscape photography, mostly beaches and any scene with water in focus. he also has an interest in portraiture but his love for portraiture only comes to play when he meets luffy. cheese cheese cheeeesyyyy because luffy smiles and hes IMMEDIATELY enamoured. anyway, he starts to study and practice portraiture in depth because of the pretty boy he met in maths class and eventually works up the courage to ask him to model for him. they get super close and eventually start dating; luffy likes how dedicated koby is to his work and how cute he is when he blushes.

-SORDY got carried away with the sappy lovey stuff. koby sells his landscape/wildlife photography at local stores as a side hustle thing haha. but he doesnt really do it professionally, he much prefers to keep it as a hobby / simple income.

- koby aims to capture the beauty of colour! he loves vibrancy when shooting with a softbox or some other source of light he will usually use something to change the hue rather than plain old bw on a simple white bg

- following on he HATES shooting black and white photos unless theyre negatives because idk i think he would think it looks cool. what a guy

- with luffy photography he just likes catching luffys smile or just luffy in general; whipped dud!!! he thinks he is gorgeous

- ahahhhh budget budgettt. lenses are fucking EXPENSIVE!!! he uses a 50mm that helmeppo got him for his birthday one year (rich kid stuff. he knew koby likes photography and searched Best Lense For People Pictures and bought the first one he saw) the 50 is canon as consequence so koby uses canon for loofy pics. he has an 18-55mm he uses as well.

- he is broke yes. koby does have a minimum wage weekend job to pay for living expenses but all in all that boys pockets are empty. luffy is the breadwinner (miss rabbit with the one zillion jobs) he works about 4 different jobs and is happy to pay for anything koby wants despite kobys adamant NOs. like i said he gets helmeppo to pay for a bunch of stuff and helmeppo pays on his dads card LOL.

- koby does travel! mainly by train or boat, not often does he go to an entirely different country but he has previously a few times. when he does go abroad he takes luffy with him!!!! (he looks pretty in the snow. he likes taking pictures of him in snow)

IM SO GLAD SOMEONE LIKES MY AU ENOUGH TO ASK ME THIS MANY QUESTIONS LMAO i had fun answering all of this !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[harryfeatgaga]

not trying to stir shit up but I have always had this thought that Harry would keep a polaroid photo of you tucked in his wallet. It’s a cute shot of you in Anne’s garden with rosy cheeks from the sun and laughter, your hair wind-mused and wild, cardigan falling off your shoulders.

He remembers that day every time he sees the photo like he was watching the scene unfold before him for the very first time. You were twirling on the sun dappled grass to show off the swishy fabric of the prettiest little dress he’d ever laid eyes on and you looked so at ease with the familiar garden, so comfortable in his family’s space, so entirely yourself in that moment and he decided then that this was what he’d miss most of all while he was away; home. It was you with you head thrown back, an airy giggle floating in the crisp spring air, blooming against his chest just like flowers bloomed all around you. He was so caught in that moment, so taken by the intensity of the feelings that overcame him that he had barely noticed when he pointed the small camera at you, clicking the shutter button without taking his eyes off of you, not daring to miss a single detail. He would file this moment away for days when he was particularly homesick.

He would probably shove it in a pocket to develop, forgetting it was there in his haste to join you that he’d dig it up weeks after the fact and feel his chest swell all over again with fondness for you. His sweet girl. His pretty girl. The undeniable and undisputed love of his entire life.

<333

Like pls he is so soft!!! But also… He def keeps a less than sweet photo of you tucked right behind his credit card, a bit less obvious to prying eyes but visible enough for him. Just a little peek of his hand over the lace you wore that day, a tattooed cross over the swell of your ass <333

IM GONNA KILL MYSELFKFJDJSSNSJSHSJS WHAT THR FUCKKCKDJSJDHDNDNDJ PLEASEEEEEEEJDNDNJSKS

[markanddebbie-protectionprogram]

part 2

now we’re off with headcanon’s on mark with his aunts!!

we got aunt holly and aunt amala <33

> for aquarus and martian man

> for red rush and darkwing

> for black samson and immortal

war woman

she was the one that taught mark how to braid hair <33 (mark braided debbie’s hair, also immortal’s when immortal used to have a mullet)

secretly loves showing off that she lets mark dangle on her bicep like he’s on a monkey bar when she flexes her arm

she jokingly hands over her mace, or any heavy weapon she has on her, to test if mark’s powers have kicked in can you imagine how proud she would be of how loving and caring of a hero mark is rn i want you to cry with me

probably the main reason why mark is super open and close with so many gay people on the show. she and her wife and debbie have taught him to respect the women and the gays and the gay women i know this this is canon actually

green ghost

see this photo? 

^^ yeah she took that

she’s around with in so many grayson family celebrations

mark’s graduations and moving up ceremonies? alana is there. that baseball game? you bet that she has the best shots of mark and his team. birthdays? count her in and a photo album by the next day full of prints

that green stone she swallows? good lord she had to have her friend sew that extra mini pouch with a button inside her pant pocket to keep it secure cause mark almost choked on it when he was a kid (there’s no way they’re trying or risking it again even if it could give him powers, choking hazard and all that)

she gifted mark a polaroid camera for his birthday. it’s pretty old now and they don’t sell the films for its model but mark couldn’t find it in himself to throw it away

[moog-enthusiast]

Do you have headanon Basil's parents as rich?

nope! i headcanon basil’s parents to be upper middle class, though. they clearly have a steady pay, and they’re not lacking in funds. rich is a bit of a stretch though! it’s not particularly uncommon for parents to be away for work trips, especially being that basil is an only child, so less money is going to the kids. my parents growing up went on a handful of work trips, so i get it! different jobs have different standards anyways, and one of those standards might be the need to move around a lot. if they were really rich rich, they’d probably take basil with them. he’s better off being able to live his life in one place and keep a nice comforting constant— but if his family was rich, his parents would probably be more likely to drag him along in a private jet or some shit. basils the type of kid to apply for lots of scholarships when college age rolls around to help with costs since it’s so pricey to pay out of pocket, but he also seems to be able to buy all that polaroid film out of pocket with no problem, and instant film for any camera has always been stupid expensive. a kid with lower funds wouldn’t be able to buy film frequently, especially given that the packets are often 8-10 compared to the much larger stack of photo album pics, but a kid who gets a steady allowance of 20-60 dollars monthly for his chores? absolutely!

tldr; not rich, just upper middle class

[kaizenkhaos]

Harringrove Flip-Reverse It Challenge ^^

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It's finally here and I can unleash these fics into the world, woo hoo! Thanks so much to @harringrove-flip-reverse-it for the wonderful prompts for this week. Here's my fic for Monday. I also have fics planned for Wednesday, Friday and Sunday :D

CW: sexual themes ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Monday 27th March SFW: School Project

"How much longer do I need to carry him for Harrington?!"

It shouldn't be funny. It really shouldn't, and he knew that he would get into so much shit for finding it so. But there was something about the scene which made Steve wish he had a camera on him. Maybe it was the lumbering around as if he'd just gotten off horseback. Maybe it was the cursing and the occasional grunts of disapproval. Maybe it was how he looked overall. Maybe it was all of the above. But what he'd have given to have a polaroid of this moment to smirk at for years to come. To smile at in times where smiling seemed hard to do. Glancing over his shoulder, Steve smirked at an increasingly pissed off Hargrove marching a short distance behind him. White flour bag strapped to his chest by a thick harness and the most grumpiest look on his face that Steve had seen in a while.

It was day 2 of their school project for Mrs Glass' class and it seemed like already Hargrove wanted to shift full parental responsibilities over to him. Not that that was gonna happen. They'd already agreed Monday, Wednesday and Fridays were his days and Hargrove would have him Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Sundays were a free for all at the moment, over which neither could agree on. So today was Hargrove's turn to carry the baby and attend to its imaginary needs. Saying that, the smug look on Steve's face, the glint in his eyes, were probably another cause for Hargrove's foul mood. Because as soon as the teens had been paired up in class, they'd been making things difficult for each other. For example, he'd nearly dropped the baby twice yesterday. Admittedly, yeah one was his own fault but the other had been deliberate sabotage by Hargrove who'd let go way too early and left him hitting the deck rather than the baby. Visions of white powder and a disapproving tut and 'F' from the teacher had played in slow motion as he'd just managed to catch him, to sniggers from above. Bastard. Clearly didn't give a shit about their grade. At least that's what Steve thought. The guy might not give a shit about detention either for messing around but Steve wanted to actually get something higher than a C at some point this year. Wanted to bring home a card which didn't go straight in the trash. He was sick of seeing that look on his dad's face when he merely glanced at the card and then either tore it up or put in straight in the kitchen bin. As if that's what he thought that's what it was worth. Not the paper the ink had been scribbled on.

"Come on man, it's just around the block," he grinned, motioning to the corner with his head and then continuing down the street casually. Hand in one pocket, cigarette in the other. Still keeping distance between him and Hargrove and the "baby". He even made sure the wind wasn't blowing in their direction. Hargrove though. He'd nearly set fire to the baby yesterday when lighting up. Just shrugged and put the baby on the table like the bag of flour it was. "Shouldn't av gotten the baby so close Harrington. Irresponsible parenting man," was the response he'd gotten after shouting. Irresponsible parenting geez…like he wasn't familiar with that concept. And who'd been the one putting fire near paper. Jesus.

Now finally at his, Steve dug the key out of his pocket, opening the door and smirking as Hargrove strode quickly through it as if he didn't want to be seen dead the way he was. "After you ma'am."

A hefty swipe and Steve was left sans cigarette, staring at Hargrove as he barged past and beelined straight for the kitchen. Not even stopping to take off his shoes or anything, and the cigarette was still lit. Great.

"Hey no smoking in here! Or around the baby! Jesus…." Banging the door shut in frustration, Steve quickly slipped off his Nikes, hurrying through to the kitchen and leaning on the doorframe. Expecting carnage. If Hargrove had done something stupid like stubbed a hole in the baby or ditched him on the counter or something, it was gonna be his turn to be pissed. It was bad enough that he had to work with him with the first place. Without even thinking about the complications their teaming up was causing.

Like seeing Hargrove sat there in his kitchen the way he was was doing things to him that it really, really shouldn't have been. Apparently for now, Hargrove had decided to play nicely. A window had already been thrown wide open and the now extinguished cigarette was behind his ear. Not a spot on the baby to be seen. Sat casually on one of the chairs, he'd pulled it out so he could casually drape himself over it, carefree with the baby now on his lap. Derpy marker drawn face staring directly at Steve. Their eyes met for a moment before Hargrove's headed south and then shot back up, a great grin where a smirk had been as he leaned further back. Studying Steve with amusement before looking around. Then he spotted it and Steve looked away as a full throttle laugh blow out of Hargrove, who after grabbing the baby, stood up and started to make his way to something on the floor. A Moses basket.

"Holy shit Harrington." Hargrove's snorts continued as he now started to scan the room as if looking for more baby paraphernalia. "Something you're not telling me pretty boy?" "Shut up man. Mom brought it down from the attic so it would look like like I was taking something seriously for once in front of my dad." A partial lie. The first part but not the second. His mom had been too preoccupied with packing last night to even notice the flour baby or acknowledge her son. His dad however had at first making the same assumption as Hargrove seemed to have done. That there was a real baby out there with a piece of paper that had Steve Harrington's name on it. But when he'd finally noticed the school project, he'd just muttered something about his son finally taking something seriously for once and then had walked out to sort the car.

"So defensive man. Maybe you do need this more than me." A smirk, but Hargrove only tapped the cigarette. Not making any attempt to hand it back over. Not that Steve really cared at all. The other teen loved to try and get under his skin, in any way he could. But he had plenty more where that came from. So what was one? He was soon driven to finding another though, heading back out into the hallway to go and find his cigarettes. Hargrove's eyes burning on his back. Snatching up his jacket, he rooted through all of the pockets to find his pack and then paused. He didn't even have to turn around to know Hargrove was now stood right behind him. He'd not even heard the guy coming.

"Relax Harrington," Hargrove chuckled as Steve slowly turned around, an unimpressed look on his face. Seriously did this guy not know personal place? He was stood way too close for Steve's liking. "Baby's down for now. Nice and cosy." That shit eating grin just drew an eye roll from Steve who managed to nudge his way out with his shoulder and made his way back to the kitchen. Like hell he trusted Hargrove's word. He'd probably stuff him in the sink or something. But on looking in from the door, he saw that nope. Hargrove had actually proved him wrong and wasn't actually just yanking his chain. The baby was safe and sound in the Mose blanket. Little face peering out from the blanket and Hargrove's denim jacket, which somehow Steve hadn't even noticed the other had taken off. "You gonna have to trust me man. Can't be watching me all the darn time."

Spinning on his heel, Steve was met with Hargrove being way closer than he had been before, causing him to brush up against him in a manner he'd tried to avoid. Had he not been so darn fixated on making sure the other teen had done what he'd said he had, he wouldn't be in this mess. Now trapped up against the doorframe with nowhere to go. "Feels like you could do with relaxing in more ways than one." "Bite me." That shit eating grin, those narrowed eyes as one hand came over his head. It was so hard to not stare at him. Not notice that his shirt was done down like it always was. Showing off his chest in a way Steve had really tried his hardest to not stare at. Darn it was hard and well, he could feel the effects it had had despite his best not to. Instead though, he concentrated on staring back, fire in his eyes as the other finally chuckled and shook his head. Lips now brushing against Steve's ear. "Don't tempt me." He couldn't breathe. It was like the world shrank to a pinpoint and then he was gone. A whole chasm between them as Hargrove studied him, practically pushing himself up against the door so Steve could keep himself upright. Shit. The vein in his neck was pulsing, as if it was waiting to be bitten. To be torn into, and the look that crossed Hargrove's face suggested that maybe he was thinking the same thing. The other teen's stare draping over his neck before looking downwards. Shit, shit, shit. He couldn't move his leg fast enough, the snigger telling him he'd been seen. Not like Hargrove couldn't have felt him earlier

Don't tempt him….what the hell…. Fucking little…that look now saying that Steve should be more careful with his words. His own look swirling in warning and something else which he didn't want to be seen. Too late. Hargrove had taken the look and twisted it, using it as a challenge. Almost looking as if he was gonna take it as an invite. But he didn't. Just leaned against the fridge and watched him. Well Steve wasn't in a submissive mood or in the mood for this bullshit. Either Hargrove's or his own. What the hell was going on with him today? "Hormones giving you hell huh?" It was a slight cackle, a tone which Steve didn't appreciate as the other teen continued to stare him down. But it was more hunger than anything that Steve now saw. His own eyes now darting across the heated blues which were spearing him. Making him feel like he was still pinned against the door frame. Steve didn't really know where this was going but as Hargrove just stood there. His look saying nothing more than, well King Steve. Your move. -----------------------NFSW Incoming in 3, 2, 1 ;)-------------------

Bang

The door slammed against the wall, echoing into the hall as a whirlwind of limbs and a back up against it announced the arrival of the two horny teens. Steve briefly pinned against it, fierce lips tugged at Hargrove's before he was pushed into his room. Hands hastily grabbing at fabric and hair as they both clumsily made their way to his bed. It seemed that after many shower "incidents" and much hair pulling, things had finally come to a head. That they were finally doing something about the testarone (sp) filled rivalry which had ruled their days. Just probably not in the way that most people would have expected or wanted. But fuck them. Who else needed to know?

If anything, it was Mrs Glass' fault for putting them together in the first place.

Falling onto the bed, shirts were soon on the floor. Pants being worked down with as much haste as their kissing. Their hands fondling anywhere they could reach. So much time wasted when they could have just got on with it, or maybe it hadn't been. Maybe the tension had been required for them to get to this point. Would either of them made a move otherwise? In this town? Yeah right. It was behind closed doors where they were safe. Not at school, not in the car park. Not even up at the quarry. Here. With his parents gone and no Hargrove-Mayfields about to walk in on them either.

"Top drawer, on the right." No arguments for a chance. Just the other teen pushing off him, finally shedding his jeans and chucking them onto the pile of their clothes which had been rapidly growing. Leaving Steve just in his boxers and Hargrove in his chain. Cigarette tossed onto the desk as he started to rummage through the drawer.

"Lube?" "Should be same drawer."

A pause and then a smirk as Hargrove threw him a knowing look over his shoulder and a bit of cheekiness in there. "All out Harrington." There were a couple of packets now in the other's hand. His ring catching the light as he moved slowly back over to the bed. Widening grin as he saw Steve's look. The way he now stared at him without hiding but a tiny bit of shame. He'd been certain that he still had some packets left but maybe he'd thrown them for being out of date or somethin'. "'Tis fine. I got a better idea anyway." Knees either side of Steve's waist, the teen leaned over him. It didn't matter he was the shorter, he still seemed to tower over him. Hands on the wall and pushing himself up as if he was about to start to do press ups on him. Staring down with eyes that caught his own and made him swallow hard. The look from his dreams. Cos yeah, he'd dreamt about something like this. Maybe even jerked himself off to it. It had made him feel ashamed but the feeling it had given him had been worth it. And now, being here, having him actually on his bed….. It was like he was dreaming all over again. He didn't even realise how zoned out and lost thinking about his fantasy he'd been until a surprisingly gentle hand reached under his chin and tilted it up. Eyes now staring as if into his very soul. "You didn't hear a word I just said did ya?" A shake of his head and a hearty small laugh from Hargrove, who shook his head in turn. Flicking blonde hair over his shoulder before turning his attention back onto Steve. Amused as all hell but there was a brightness to his eyes which hadn't been there before. "Wanna help me out with the lack of lube issue Harrington?"

Now it was Steve's turn to chuckle, sucking in his bottom lip. Not sure really how to respond. Put it this way, it wasn't a no. It was just the fact he couldn't get over how ridiculous this all was. They were supposed to be downstairs doing a dumb assignment, writing in the journal that they were meant to. Keep. Not up in his bedroom about to do each other. It was crazy, it was madness and the more he thought about it, the more he thought this may have been one of the dumbest things he'd ever done. He knew it was his dick talking, it had to be, but bizarrely, this also felt right. "I' ain't getting' on my knees for you." "Ain't expecting you to. Though it'll just make it harder for you man." Harder? Oh the connotations of that and boy was Steve's mind in the gutter. Smiling up at the other, he merely watched as Hargrove started to move towards him, itching his backend up bit by bit until he was practically sat in Steve's chest. Making him come face to face with the massive dick which he'd tried to always divert his eyes from when they'd showered together. When they'd been dressing in the changing rooms and Steve had had to stare ahead to stop himself from even snatching a glance. He'd already seen that Hargrove went commando. The lack of brief or boxers in his clothes pile when they did gym and basketball had told that story. But he'd not known if it had been all the time or not. Now he figured that it probably was the first. And apparently he also used cologne….down there. Because it felt musky but not in the way he had imagined it, or smelt on his own hands after he'd finished giving himself one. Who the hell….never mind. Hargrove did. That was the quick answer to that one. Hopefully his dick wouldn't taste bad then. He didn't imagine that he actually used it on his dick …did he?

"Liking the view down there?" An eye roll and then his eyes glanced upwards. Amusement of course was what he saw but he realised that whilst he'd been musing about things, Hargrove hadn't taken his eyes off of him. He'd been watching and he wondered if now he was about to get down to business, actually do this for the first time in a while, if he would continue to watch. Only one way to find out. His tongue flickered across his lips before he raised his head a little to meet soft skin. Running his tongue and down before drawing his tongue out to lap slowly. Feeling the heat on his cheeks and the gaze down on him as he heard a groan above him and a slight shiver, before Hargrove steeled himself again and tilted his head up a little.

"That's it pretty boy."

There'd been a time when those words would have bristled. Caused his skin to prickle in a way that said fight. But now it was prickling through anticipation, as he placed his tongue back on and started to work it. He needed to be all wet after all but why make it a quick job. Hargrove seemed to like it slow, given his reaction and were they really in any hurry? Depended how impatient Hargrove was he guessed. Maybe the teen wouldn't appreciate it. But as before, he could only try and find out.