#phos as curly

[legmet]

[ask-lala-and-lana]

Original images 👇

Marina and Phos belong to @the-trash-phrog

[mangopit]

am i tripping or am i seeing more youtubers change their thumbnails and video titles a few hours after uploading?

like it's not uncommon to see ppl use more clickbaity fake-drama video titles for algorithmic reasons, but lately and more specifically i've been seeing these L.A. youtubers upload videos with titles that are more... abrasive and somewhat problematic lol? and then some hours later it'll be updated to have more PC language. like either these major channels are suddenly forgetting how to not offend people or they're employing the "get clicks by being a certain acceptable amount of incorrect and reasonably mistaken" and it's leaving a bad taste in my mouth

[inkdrinkerworld]

hellooo!!

i was thinking about poly!marauders seeing r’s natural hair for the first time? i’ve got curly hair but i straighten it most of the time bc it’s so annoying to take care of, i was wondering if you could write something abt this??

i’ve never requested before lmao i’m sorry if i did this wrong

Omg babe I too wear my curly hair straight 9/10 cos the volume?! Insane!! I actually just did a keratin treatment too cos I could manage

You’re fresh out the shower- well in a bathrobe when you hear the signs of your boys being home.

There’s some arguing- which you know is James and Sirius, and some softer words, Remus trying to placate them.

“We’re home angel!” Comes James’ voice, you listen as you put on some clothes.

“We got that soup you wanted.” Remus supplies- you wait for Sirius’ voice and don’t find it.

Instead, you’re met with the black haired man, scruff and all, present as you pull your towel from your hair.

“Hi puppet,” his lips meet your forehead, and then your lips. “I like the curls.” Sirius inked hand hovers just below the curls at your shoulders, fingertips collecting the water like dewdrops.

“Thanks Siri, I like ‘em too. If only they weren’t so finicky.”

“What’s finicky?” James asks at the door, pausing swiftly after looking up. “Your hair looks lush, angel!”

Your cheeks heat under both men’s attention and you know you don’t have long before Remus comes in and is making it hard to stand before them all.

“I brought the soup in here, didn’t want it to get too cold.” He’s holding a tray with two bowls on it- one for you and him you presume, James and Sirius prefer pho to yours and Remus’ wanton soup.

“Thanks Remmy, though you didn’t have to I was coming out soon.”

He shrugs, sets the tray down carefully and then fakes you in. “Are you wearing it curly this week?”

“Today and tomorrow,” you say, an almost insecure hand reaching to touch the curls.

“Looks good, dove.” Remus stalks towards you, hand cupping your cheek as he pulls you in for a kiss.

“Think you ought to keep it curly if you’re gonna get kissed like that, huh angel?” James flirts, all three of them taking turns kissing you silly before you find the voice to remind them about your food.

[antiromantic-astronaut]

Habit

Choi San x GN Reader

fluff

Content Warnings: exhausted San, showering together (non-sexual)

When San gets home, he slips his shoes off and shrugs out of his coat. He hears soft music playing in the bedroom and smiles, happy you’re home. After six weeks living in the dorms, he’s so excited to be home with you for a small break in promotion preparations. He leaves his bag on the couch and knocks on the bedroom door. He hears you exclaim his name and stumble to the door. 

There you are, your curly hair wild and frizzy around your face, your frame draped by a massive sweatshirt with a frog reading a book on it. He grins until his cheeks dimple and sweeps you into a warm hug.

“I’ve missed you so much!” He says, warm breath tickling your neck. 

“We spoke this morning,” you laugh. 

“It’s not the same,” he whines. “Didn’t you miss me?” 

You pull away and squish his cheeks between your hands and assure him that you’ve missed him so, so much. He moves quickly and catches one of your fingers between his teeth. You pull your hand away from his mouth and poke him in the stomach. 

“No bites!” 

He laughs, raising an eyebrow at you suggestively. You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays your amusement. 

“Okay, some bites,” you concede. “Have you eaten?” 

“Nope.” He steps further into the room, wrapping his arms around your waist. “What’d you have in mind?” 

“Hm, how about pho?”

“Perfect!” 

You spend the evening catching up on each other’s day-to-day and eating delicious food. San feels so refreshed being home with you. He’s sore and tired, but he’s so happy. You can see the exhaustion in the shadows beneath his pretty eyes and the stubble that he can’t be bothered to shave. 

“I have an idea,” you say, standing up and holding your hand out to him. He takes it without question, grinning as you pull him back into the bedroom and through to the bathroom. You strip out of your sweatshirt and underwear, tossing it all out of the bathroom, and turn to him with an expectant eyebrow raise. 

“Strip,” you laugh. 

He looks you up and down and nods, loving this idea so far. He strips out of his clothes quickly, throwing them into the pile you made just outside the door. Satisfied that you’re both sufficiently naked, you close the door and turn on the shower, steam quickly filling the room. 

You grab San’s hand and pull him under the stream. You take him by the shoulders and rotate so his back is to the water.

“I like when you manhandle me like this,” he laughs. 

You grin up at him, “It’s for your own good.” 

Your hands drop from his shoulders to his waist, fingers lingering against his skin for not nearly long enough for his liking. You grab your favorite body wash and lather it into a soft rag. You tilt his chin upward and gently massage the soap into his neck and shoulders. He hums, pleased with your work. His muscles begin to release some of the tension they’ve carried for the last month and half under your careful ministration. 

You touch his elbow and pull him so he turns to face the stream, and you wash his back. After his skin is completely lathered, you hang up the rag and focus entirely on soothing the knots in his muscles away with practiced pressure. He moans when you work on his right shoulder, and again when you massage his waist. 

His eyes are closed when you turn him around one more time, but he reaches out and pulls you into his chest. You hug him as the water rinses him. 

He frowns when he feels the goosebumps on your skin, “You’re freezing.” You begin to protest, but he spins around so that you’re warmed by the shower. You moan quietly as your body soaks in the heat. He holds you close, hands rubbing your biceps to smooth away the goosebumps. 

“Thank you,” you sigh, relaxing into him. 

“Thank you too,” he chuckles. “This was a great idea.” 

You hum in agreement. 

“Is it a wash day?” He asks, gently tugging on one of your ringlets. 

“Mhm,” you look up at him and poke one of his dimples. 

He hugs you closer and rotates again, which makes you laugh because you’re beginning to feel like an old washing machine stuck on the rinse cycle. 

He lets go of you so he can grab your shampoo. You’re always so impressed when he measures out the perfect amount in his first attempt. 

“Close your eyes,” he commands and you obey. 

His fingers work the shampoo through your curls with great care not to tug on any knots. You wince slightly when his thumb gets caught in a tangle. 

“Shit, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, you’re doing amazing.” You assure him with a gentle squeeze of his hip. 

He thoroughly rinses your hair, remembering how itchy your scalp had been the first time he washed your hair and he didn’t get all of the soap out. The light scratch of his nails at your temples feels so good. 

Next is conditioner. He lets the conditioner sit for a few minutes and then kindly detangles your hair like you showed him before, and he’s damn proud of his work. You praise him and his chest warms with pleasure. When it’s finally time to rinse, he twirls you around one more time. 

You finally open your eyes to look up at him, he grins and you return the gesture. He reaches around you and turns off the water. He leaves your side briefly to grab a big towel. He wraps you up in it, careful not to get your hair caught in it. He also hands you his towel and giggles when you drape it over his whole head. 

Once you’re both mostly dry, you return your towels to their rack. He puts his hands on your hips and cozies up behind you so you have to waddle out of the bathroom, nearly tripping over your pile of discarded clothing. You leave his grip to tidy the dangerous little pile and then climb into bed. You pat his side of it so he’ll join you, which he does without objection. 

Under the comforter, he pulls you close to himself and kisses you sweetly on the lips. You smile into it and he does too. You can tell he wants more. 

“San,” his name comes in a breathless whisper. “You need sleep.”

“I need you,” he counters with a smirk, raising an eyebrow. 

You trace the shadows beneath his eyes with your thumbs and shake your head. “Sleep first. Please.” 

He playfully narrows his eyes, but a big yawn betrays him. He sighs. 

“Okay, sleep first.” 

“Thank you,” you kiss his nose. 

Your skin against his and the fresh scent of your hair are so soothing that he falls asleep within five minutes. It takes you a little longer, but you follow his lead. You both sleep deeply and restfully, cuddled up close. 

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

Weekly Tag Wednesdayyy

Hi @energievie @mmmichyyy @spookygingerr @lingy910y @jrooc and @mickeym4ndy !

name: gigi

your time zone: est

favorite food: ive truly never met a soup i didn't like, but my favorite is pho. the absolute artistry behind creating a piping hot soup designed for a warm climate that actually cools you down with the power of herbs alone? stunning

your eye color: brown + green

do you have curly, wavy, or straight hair? bone straight and very stubborn about it

coffee or tea? coffee

you can only listen to one album for the rest of your life. which album is it? im going to say illinoise by sufjan stevens, i saw the play version last month and i highly highly recommend it its so beautiful

how many countries have you visited? korea, india, japan, mexico and canada next week if the canucks make it to round 7 (fingers crossed)

favorite social media platform (other than tumblr): instagram? I guess? I used to like chatting on reddit but the vibes are less than ideal so i chat with people here :)

if you had to be reincarnated as an animal, what animal would you want to be? a tiny, colorful bird on an island. no predators, just flitting around a forest

relationship status: very recently single :,( really tragic circumstances but ultimately amicable so we will remain great friends. i have had some pretty ridiculous breakups tho so maybe ill work those into a fic someday

did you go to college? if so, what did you study? yes, I went to an arts institute which i adored and studied architecture and morphology

you’ve just made a letterboxd account. what are your top 4 films? bones and all, princess Mononoke, midsommar, and julie and julia

what’s one of your pet peeves? when people start walking onto the train before people get out, oh that grinds my gears, I take three trains to and from work so a lot of my pet peeves are pubic transit related (still couldn't catch me in a car tho)

what’s one of your guilty pleasures? im going to change this to creature comfort: I love love love cooking and eating homecooked meals

and finally, if you could learn any skill, what skill would you want to learn? any instrument. literally any. i've tried hard over and over with different instruments and the best i can get to is like barely passible not quite good or god forbid innovative.

tagging under the cut!

@heymrspatel @doshiart @sirrudo @mickittotheman @mybrainismelted

@iansw0rld @especially-fuk-u @mickeysgaymom @softmick

@blue-disco-lights @gallawitchxx @solitarycreaturesthey @deathclassic

[suzy-queued]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

Eking out of hibernation here. Thank you for the tag, @energievie @mybrainismelted @mmmichyyy

name: Deena

your time zone: EST

favorite food: Give me noodles and broth and marinated meat and fresh vegetables. Wait, is my favorite food Pho?

your eye color: Blue

do you have curly, wavy, or straight hair? Wavy, but not in a sexy way. Frizzy?

coffee or tea? Tea.

you can only listen to one album for the rest of your life. which album is it? The complete works of Beethoven.

how many countries have you visited? Ten.

favorite social media platform (other than tumblr): Does Spotify count? I have a username there and share playlists.

if you had to be reincarnated as an animal, what animal would you want to be? A bat, so I could fly and experience echolocation.

relationship status: Married for 20 years.

did you go to college? if so, what did you study? I majored in fine arts with a concentration in illustration. I minored in math.

you’ve just made a letterboxd account. what are your top 4 films? The Sound of Music, Fight Club, Pan's Labyrinth, Titanic.

what’s one of your pet peeves? I was just talking to @michellemisfit about this. My biggest pet peeve is that self care actually works. You mean when people say that exercise and hydration and sleep are good for you ... they're right?! Ugh. I hate it.

what’s one of your guilty pleasures? I'm not guilty about it, but for the sake of the game, I'll say electronic music that my music snob friends can't stand.

and finally, if you could learn any skill, what skill would you want to learn? I would love to learn how to locksmith. The insides of locks fascinate me.

I'll tag ... @deedala @francesrose3 @creepkinginc @silvanshadow @blue-disco-lights

[queeresthellhound]

Queer Protest Photos

Content Warnings: HIV/AIDS, homophobia, medical violence against intersex people, use of a slur in an organization’s name

Finally found some time to actually select and compile the ones I wanted to include in this post. I have well over 200 pictures I’ve digitally collected over a span of approximately 5 years. I’ll try to include some information (when possible) about each one as well!

(2 important notes: information is only that which I have been able to verify, therefore dates or locations may be omitted. As well the genders of people in the photos is assumed for the descriptions.)

A Die-In, San Francisco. Date currently unverified

(Photo description: A black and white photo of several people lying on a city street as if they’re dead. In the front is a man holding a sign with a triangle and the slogan “Silence = Death”, behind him is another man with an unreadable sign, in the middle is a large coffin which says “110,000 Deaths”)

Die-ins were a common form of protest during the AIDS Crisis in which groups of people would gather and lay down in public places as if they were dead. This is a picture of one which occurred in San Francisco most likely in the 1980’s.

ACT-UP Protest, Grand Central Terminal, NYC. Jan. 24, 1991

(Photo Description: A colour photo taken from below of two men standing on a train station timetable sign. They are hanging a black and white sign with a small red border which reads “One AIDS Death Every 8 Minutes”. The sign is partially obscured by one of the men)

ACT-UP, or the Aids Coalition to Unleash Power, was a prominent political organization working to bring an end to the AIDS epidemic. This photo was taken during the placement of a large banner at Grand Central Terminal in New York City bringing awareness to the fact that at this time there was approximately one death from AIDS every 8 minutes.

People of Colour Mobilizing Against AIDS. April 1st, 1989

(Photo Description: A black and white photo of 6 people holding up a very large black and white banner which reads “People of Color Mobilizing Against AIDS”, the banner has grey stripes on it. There are 2 men of unknown ethnicity on wither side of the banner, in the middle are two black men and 2 black women. One of the black women is almost entirely hidden behind the banner with only the top half of her face showing)

Likely taken at a college campus. Often photos surrounding AIDS protests leave out one of the groups most vulnerable to AIDS: people of colour. I think this photo is an amazing reminder that people of colour were a massive part of the fight to end AIDS

The Stonewall Riots, NYC. June 28, 1969

(Photo Description: A black and white photo of several teenage boys and young men scuffling with men in suits and police officers. The photo is crowded with people. The boys at the front are being pushed back by the police officers)

This is the only known photo taken of the riots at the Stonewall Inn. It was taken on the first day of the riots by Joseph Ambrosini. It shows the chaos that occurred during the police raid on The Stonewall Inn.

Notable Queer Activists At A March. Date and location not currently verified.

(Photo description: a black and white photo of people walking down a city street. Some of them are holding signs. There’s an older woman with light curly hair and a man with short dark hair and a large mustache in the front. They’re talking to each other and the man is holding a white cassette recorder. They’re wearing black shirts with triangles and the slogan “Silence = Death”)

This is a photo most likely taken in the late 1980’s of notable queer activist Connie Norman. I’ve seen the person beside her referenced as being Robert Birch but I have yet to find a young photo of him in order to verify. In the background another notable gay activist (although he was unfortunately also a NAMBLA activist) Harry Hay can be seen. This photo was taken at an AIDS protest.

Mother and Son, San Francisco. June, 1984

(Photo Description: a black and white photo of an African American mother and son embracing each other. The son has an armband with a feather. He is also wearing a rolled bandana around his head with a flower tucked into it. )

This photo is believed to have been taken by Joan E. Biren. While it’s not what’s often imagined when one thinks of a “protest photo”, this photo was taken at a 1984 Pride march which was certainly a protest. The people in this picture were members of a queer marching band called Sistah Boom. The people on the photo are often referenced as mother and son but whether that’s true I do not know.

Men Embracing At AIDS March, NYC. August 12, 1984

(Photo Description: A black and white photo of two men standing in front of a group of people marching. The group has 3 signs with slogans. One is unreadable, the others say “Stop AIDS Not Gays” and “Fight AIDS Not Gays”. The two men in front are both wearing black trench coats and one has his arm wrapped around the other’s waist. They’re facing away from the camera)

This photo is interesting because it appears on the New York City AIDS Memorial. This photo was taken as a protest surrounding the AIDS Crisis and I think that the inclusion of the men embracing makes it incredibly heartwarming.

A Father Holding A Sign, Westchester, New York. September 12, 1974

<Warning! Brief mention of homophobic violence!>

(Photo Description: A black and white photo of an older man in a suit holding a large handmade sign which reads “I’m proud of my gay son”. He is standing in front of a crowd of people. There is a banner being held by members of the crowd in the background which reads “Gay Liberation of Westchester”. )

This photo was taken at a Gay Liberation March in 1974. It shows Dick Ashworth marching in defense of his son. This photo was taken shortly after the formation of Parents of Gays which later became FLAG or P-FLAG. This photo was taken shortly after the son of the found of Parents of Gays was beaten in a homophobic attack.

The First Modern Intersex Protest, Boston, MA. October 26, 1996

(Content Warning: Brief mention of forced surgery on intersex people, use of a slur in the name of an organization)

(Photo Description: a black and white photo of people standing on a traffic island in the middles of the road holding signs. There is a man with short dark hair and glasses holding a sign which reads “Silence = Death”. Next to him are two women. The background contains light coloured buildings)

This photo contains intersex advocate Max Beck at the first ever modern protest for intersex rights. Max Beck is a notable intersex advocate who’s sex was indeterminate at birth but forced to undergo surgery and was raised as a female . This photo was taken at a protest organized by Hermaphrodites With Attitude, an organization which sought to end the human rights violations against intersex people. This photo means a lot to me personally as an intersex person.

I have so many more I wish I could show but for the sake of the length of this post I’ll only include one more. The most famous by far…

If I Die Of Aids…, 1988

(Photo Description: A colour photo taken from behind of a man wearing a custom painted dark coloured jacket. A finger partially obscures the picture. The back of the jacket reads “If I die of AIDS — Forget burial — Just drop my body on the steps of the F.D.A”, behind the text is a large pink triangle)

You almost certainly have seen this photo before but you may not know the story behind it. This picture was taken of queer artist David Wojnarowicz during a protest in 1988 regarding the F.D.A’s failure to properly handle the AIDS crisis. David Wojnarowicz had been diagnosed with HIV only one year prior to this photo being taken.

This isn’t even scratching the surface. I have so many more pics that include many many different types of queer people and subject matters. I wish I could share all of my photos and maybe I’ll make more posts like this in the future. I’ll see how this one does before I make any promises.

And to all my queers out there: stay safe. I love you. We’re family. Take care of yourself, if not for you than for our ancestors in these photos. And for the sake of taking more photos which will one day be considered “queer history”. We have always been here and we will always be here even if people try to break our spirit. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🌸🌼🌺🪻

[k3ee]

🔌: _mirvcle

[divinechieko222]

self care routines and tips 🕯️🧸🎧

skincare routine 🧴🛁

ㅤㅤ𓂃 ⟡ 4 day skin cycling 𓇬 ׅ ࣪ ◦

each days skincare intentions

exfoliate

retinol

recover

recover

every morning

cleanse

acne toner

essence

aloe

acne lotion

acne gel

oil

sunscreen

exfoliating night

cleanse

glycolic acid toner

essence

aloe

acne lotion

acne gel

oil

retinol night

cleanse

moisturizer

retinol

moisturizer

recovery night

cleanse

essence

aloe

moisturizer

oil

products

inkey list fulvic acid cleanser: helps brighten skin and gently remove makeup

the ordinary glycolic acid 7% toning solution: chemically exfoliates the skin and reduces the appearance of dark marks and wrinkles

paula’s choice 2% bha liquid salicylic acid exfoliant: unclogs and shrinks enlarged pores & smooths and evens skin tone

cosrx advanced snail 96 mucin power essence: helps the skin to lose less moisture and improves skin texture

trader joe’s moisturizing aloe vera gel: helps to soften and smooth dry skin

clindamycin phos 1% lotion: helps prevent bacteria acne

clindamycin and benzoyl peroxide topical gel 1%/5%: helps prevent bacterial acne

inkey list retinol serum: helps reduce the visible signs of aging with less risk for irritation

the ordinary “b” oil: helps with overall skin health and protects the skin barrier

cosrx aloe soothing sun cream 50+ spf

extras

inkey list kaolin clay mask: helps unclog pores

inkey list c-50 blemish night treatment: helps reduce blemishes and breakouts

de la cruz maximum strength acne treatment w 10% sulfur: helps clear and prevent acne (antibacterial & anti-inflammatory)

caudalíe eat de beauté: smooths the skin and creates a glowing complexion

acella hydroquinone 4% cream: helps reduce the appearance of dark spots

hair care routine 🚿🫧

. ˚˖ Ձ︵︵ for my curly haired dolls

p.s. i have 3c high porosity hair which means my hair doesn’t retain moisture as well as other hair types

wash day routine

hot oil treatment

mixed desired amount of ethereal nature 99% biotin oil, amla oil, curls blueberry & mint tea scalp treatment, and mielle rosemary hair oil

shampoo

olaplaex no. 4 bond maintenance

deep conditioning mask

shea moisture manunka honey & madura oil intensive hydration masque

conditioner

trader joe’s nourish spa conditioner

tips

wash hair once a week

sleep on silk/satin pillow cases

protein treatments once a week

oil scalp as well as your ends regularly before bed

take a hair multivitamin/biotin

never detangle hair while dry

protective styles

allow your hair to rest and breathe

[brighteyes29]

Bechloe week 2021, Day 2

A/N: I don’t know why my friend Tumblr here puts such big spaces between paragraphs, I couldn’t fix it, so… Try to ignore it. This is Bechloe week day 2, pitches. I hope you like this one. Might publish it on ff.net or wattpad as a fic, but for now it is a one-shot.

Summary: Beca, Chloe and Amy are moving to L.A., so Beca could pursue her career and be away from Jesse. The three girls are roommates. Chicago doesn’t exist here ‘cause this is set after Pitch Perfect 2, not 3. So yeah. It is more interesting than it sounds, I just don’t know how to describe it without spoiling anything.

This happened right after graduation. Beca wanted to move to Los Angeles, so she can pursue with her career and be away from her ex, Jesse. The DJ just needed a change, but she didn’t want to be alone. She brought her best friends Chloe and Fat Amy with her. Like most of the other Bellas, Aubrey didn’t want to leave the city and quit her current job, which she loved, but she promised she’ll come to visit the three girls often, when she could.

“It’s such a shame that Aubrey couldn’t be here with us. I’m going to miss her.” - Chloe sighed, as the three girls were walking towards the street, where their rented apartment was supposed to be. Beca was right next to the ginger, they were holding hands despite the brunette’s complaints.

“I’m not.” - Beca replied, but both girls next to her knew she was kidding.

“Oh, come on, Bec.” - Chloe looked at her friend. “I know you will. You and Aubrey might not always be on the best terms, but-

“I know, I was kidding.” - the brunette cut her friend off. “I just had to say that. You know me.” - Beca smirked.

“We’re here!” - Fat Amy announced, when she looked up from the map she was looking at on her phone. “Are you ready for us, L.A.?” - she yelled, before entering the building. Her friends laughed and followed after her.

“Which floor should the apartment be on?” Beca said what all three girls were thinking.

“I keep in touch with the cute landlord, let me check.” - Amy opened her Messenger app and scrolled a bit, until she found the landlord��s profile. “Floor 6, lesss go!” - the blonde rushed up the stairs. Beca and Chloe had a hard time catching up with her. She must really be into that landlord of theirs.

When the girls reached the sixth floor, a handsome guy was waiting for them there. He wore a beautiful smile and he had a toothpick in his mouth. He had shoulder-length brown, curly hair and brown eyes. He saw the girls looking around a bit, so he said:

“Right here, ladies!” - he greeted them with a hand and helped them with their luggage. “You’re my new renters, yeah?” - he asked. The boy had an irresistible Australian accent.

“We surely are now…” - Amy looked at him from head to toe.

“Oh, another Australian. There aren’t too many of us here, so it’s nice to see a friendly face.” - the boy replied. “I recognized you from your profile picture. You’re Amy, yeah?”

“Yeah.” - Amy said. “Your profile picture didn’t tell me too much about you, but… I gotta say you’re hotter in person.”

“Ah, thanks.” - the boy scratched the back of his head. “The name’s Will. Will Warten.” - he added and moved to the side, so the girls could come in. “I hope you like this place. It was my home for 7 years, before I bought it from the owner.”

“Wait, you were a renter too?” - Chloe asked, intrigued, and crossed her arms.

“Sure. But I loved it in here so much that eventually I bought it.” - Will put the luggage in the living room, which was right in front of the front door. The girls sat on the couch.

“How did you decide to put it for rent again?” - Chloe asked. Beca smirked at the fact how curious her friend was and looked at her.

“Well, I thought it would be selfish if I keep this wonderful place to myself. I wanted to share it, so other people can experience what I have. I met the love of my life here.” - after Will said that, a girl joined them in the living room, she was a thin blonde with hazel eyes. She rested her hands on Will’s shoulders, who had his back on her. He was sitting on the armchair.

“What a nice surprise!” - Amy exclaimed, although both Beca and Chloe knew she was sarcastic. “How long have you two been together?”

“Um, 5 years, I think.” - Will said. “She was my roommate. We didn’t know each other at first, but we were both new in town. We fell in love soon after we got to know each other.”

“You fell in love.” - the unknown girl corrected Will. He laughed.

“Well, yeah, but… You followed soon after.” -he replied. “Everyone, this is my lovely fiancé Katelyn.” - Amy practically shot the other blonde girl with her eyes. “We live next door, so if you need anything-

“Honey, you forgot to show them around!” - Katelyn intervened again. From what the girls heard, she sounded American.

“Right.” - the brown-haired boy stood up. “This way, please.” - he pointed at the room, which was on the living room’s right. The renters followed him and looked inside the room. “This is one of the rooms, the other is next to it and looks kinda the same, but the bed is smaller. And the kitchen is at the end of the hall.”

“There is only one bed.” - Beca noticed.

“Yeah, but… It is big enough and… you guys are friends, two of you can share it, yeah?”

Beca wasn’t sure. She had to share a bed once, with Chloe, in fact, but after what happened in the tent at Aubrey’s camp, she didn’t want to repeat the situation. The brunette was silent for a moment, which Will interpreted as a problem.

“Is there some kind of a problem?” - he raised a brow.

“No.” - Beca lied. “We’ll be just fine.”

The DJ didn’t see how Chloe’s smile turned into a frown. She knew what was going on in Beca’s mind. She knew the brunette was uncomfortable around her after what she told her in the tent. But she still couldn’t explain to herself why was Beca okay with holding hands with her. She didn’t know why Beca was okay with Chloe occasionally kissing her. The redhead didn’t know many things. But she was bound to find out.

“One of you can sleep on the sofa, it’s no issue.” - Will suggested.

“Yeah, it’s fine.” - Beca forced a smile, but she wasn’t very good at it.

“One thing, though.” - the brown-haired boy added. “No sex on the sofa.”

“Sure.” - Chloe sighed and looked at Beca, the redhead’s mind was somewhere else entirely. “No problem.”

“Alright, then. Kat and I are leaving. If you need anything… well, you know.” - with that, the landlords left.

“What are we going to do?” - Beca asked with crossed arms. Chloe knew exactly what she meant.

“What do you mean?” - the redhead tried to smile. “We’ve done this before, two of us are going to share a bed. No big deal.” - Beca looked at her friend and didn’t really know what to say.

“I call dibs on the other bed!” - Fat Amy rushed to the other room and sat on the bed. “This room has better view.” - she explained. The two other girls laughed.

“So, I guess we’ll sleep on the other bed.” - Chloe moved closer to Beca, wearing a big smile on her face.

“No.” - Beca replied with a serious face. That made Chloe’s smile disappear. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“But wait, you guys are dating, why don’t you sleep together? I meant… Well, you know what I meant.” - Fat Amy said.

“For the last time, we’re not dating!” - Chloe said. It was the first time that Chloe was the one who said that. That surprised Beca.

“What? Yes, you are! You’re, like, always holding hands and kissing, you can’t tell me you’re just really good friends, that’s horseshit!” - the other two girls didn’t really know what to say to that, so they didn’t.

….

Quickly, the night came and all girls were in their rooms, except for Beca, who was in the living room, on the couch. She never foresaw how lonely she was going to be on the couch. The whole evening she spent thinking about Chloe and how she probably hurt her, even though the redhead never said anything about Beca’s choice.

The three girls had spend the whole day at the beach, but Beca left Amy and Chloe do all the talking. The DJ didn’t engage in conversations with them much. She spoke only when they asked her something. Even at dinner, Beca was silent and kept to herself. Her eyes were on the plate and she did her best to keep them that way. The DJ knew Chloe suspected something, but she never asked her what’s up, most likely because the ginger didn’t feel like talking to her friend. She was hurt and Beca got that. The brunette never really apologized for what she did. She wanted to, but she was never good at words. She didn’t really even know why she refused fo share a bed with Chloe. Hell, the brunette even liked her, to say the least. The reason she was uncomfortable with sharing a beg with Chloe was the fact that she was afraid Chloe might find out about Beca’s little crush. Last time, when the ginger basically offered Beca to experiment with her, Beca had an answer ready. But, on a bad day she might not have it and that’ll make the redhead suspicious. So Beca couldn’t have that.

‘Too many emotions today, time to relax.’ - Beca thought. To her, that meant, well, masturbating.

So she pulled out her phone and browsed photos of Chloe. When she chose one she made the blanket cover everything beside her head and started the action. It felt amazing, knowing you’re getting off to your crush. It almost felt like you’re having sex with them. Will said no sex on the couch. He didn’t say anything about masturbating.

But Beca had too much on her mind to hear Chloe’s door open. The redhead immediately realized what her friend was doing, but she didn’t know what the other girl was watching and what made her breathe with such weird frequency. It sounded kinda hot. So when Chloe grabbed the brunette’s phone, Beca was caught by surprise.

“Hey!” - the DJ immediately tried to get her phone back, but Chloe lifted it up, beyond Beca’s reach. “You know this is not fair. Just give it back!”

“Oh, I’ll give it back.” - Chloe smirked. “Right after I find out what you were watching.” - Chloe’s gaze shifted to the phone.

“No, Chloe, don’t!” - Beca begged, but the redhead wasn’t listening.

“Oh, my…” - the redhead put a hand over her mouth, but then she laughed.

“What’s so funny?” - Beca was furious right now. Not only did Chloe violate her privacy, but now she was going to tease her about it.

“All these years. You felt the same.” - Chloe gave Beca her phone back. “We’re two idiots in love who could have been together, but were too afraid to do something about it. It’s funny.”

“No, it’s not, actually-

“If you shared the bed with me, you wouldn’t masturbate to my picture and I never would’ve caught you redhanded. Guess there’s one good thing about you sleeping on the couch.” - Chloe wrapped her arms around Beca’s neck.

“I… I don’t know what to say, it is all so… weird, and I-

“Shhh….” - Chloe put her index finger on Beca’s mouth. “No need for words. And… guess now you’ll want to share the bed with me.”

“Guess so.” - Beca smirked and let Chloe’s tongue inside her mouth. It all felt so good. And, as Beca said, so… weird.

[makemadej]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Buzzfeed Unsolved (Web Series), Watcher Entertainment Rating: Explicit Relationships: Ryan Bergara/Shane Madej, Ryan Bergara/Curly Velasquez Additional Tags: First Time, Developing Relationship, Nipple Play, Nipple Piercings, enlightening conversations over pho, AU in which Ryan doesn't deny his nipple fetish, Curly is a dick sorcerer, Dirty Talk, Recreational Drug Use, Coming Out

Summary:

“I don’t even know how to flirt with him,” Ryan grumbles. “We live in a world where tightening each other's harnesses and sleeping in the same bed is literally just another day at the office. How do I top that?”

“Any way he'll let you,” Curly says immediately.

(Or, the one where Ryan gets a nipple piercing.)

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Erik is amazed by The Readers hair and her curls and one day he sees the magic happen and he is mesmerized.

Warnings: FLUFF. Slight Smut.

“Did you relax your hair, Y/N?”

“No, I just got it straightened.”

“How did you do that? It’s so long compared to your curly hair.”

“Yes,” Y/N spoke slowly.

“Wow, it just looks so short when it is curly.”

It’s called shrinkage.

“Yeah, that’s how it is with curly hair.”

“It’s so pretty though,” Her coworker said with a forced smile.

“Thank you.”

Her co worker walks away.

“She’s jealous of your hair,” Y/N’s friend from work, Lisa, whispered to her.”

“I can’t help my black girl magic,” Y/N replies while flipping her hair.

That was the fifth time someone spoke on her hair that day. She kept it nice and thanked them but she knew from the way they talked about it they were bothered. Y/N had some down time so she decided to go to lunch with Lisa. They both walked out of the area they worked, an Orthopedic Center, to go to the cafeteria in the hospital. On their way there, Y/N spotted the man she wanted to see: Doctor Stevens. A Gynecologist. He was walking with a few residents to the cafeteria as well. He looked over at Y/N, gold rimmed glasses on his face and his white lab coat over his professional attire.

“Miss, Y/N,” he pulls her into a hug before saying hello to Lisa, “Sit with me at lunch today?”

“Sure,” Y/N smiles with a blush, “what are you treating us to today?”

“Hm, how about Sushi?”

He knew to make her smile even harder.

Erik purchased both of them some sushi. Lisa joined them while the residents sat at their own table. It was hard for Y/N to not gawk at Erik while he sat across from her. Especially when he was in her bed last night. He didn’t care who was around. He stared at her hair especially.

“It’s so beautiful.”

“What?” Y/N spoke in between chewing an avocado roll.

“I mean, your hair is always beautiful but I’ve never seen it straight.” He really wanted to reach out and touch it like he did last night, “So...long.”

Long enough for me to wrap my fingers in and pull when I hit that phat puss from the back

Y/N knew the underlying meaning to his words.

“Thank you, Doctor.” She wanted to kiss him so damn bad.

They had an appropriate conversation since Lisa was there. After lunch Erik mentioned that he had a few patients left in his day before he left work. He said his goodbyes to Lisa and Y/N before walking away with the residents. About two minutes later Y/N received a text message from him asking if they were still on for tonight.

Yes, Daddy.

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About a few weeks later, Y/N decided to wash her hair. It was starting to puff up in the roots from sweating and she was tired of dealing with it. Plus, it was itchy. She pulled out all of her products that she needed. First, she grabs her spray bottle and some pre poo that she made herself. Y/N had her music playing, Rotimi Decisions. She almost didn’t hear Erik at the door with their Vietnamese food; Seafood Pho. He was still wearing his gym clothes with his gym back over his shoulder that he brought a change of clothes in. She made a key for him. Erik followed the sound of the music to find Y/N standing in her bathroom mirror in just a T-shirt with a towel around her shoulders. He kissed her cheek and stood back watching her do her hair.

Y/N would spray a piece, then apply the pre poo to it. She finger combed it in, and out of no where erik could see her curls forming. The hair would revert like it was under a magic spell. His eyes could see the hair shrink up into its curly stare like she didn’t have it straightened for the past few weeks. Straight hair was bra strap length and now the curls rested over her shoulders. Beautiful 4B hair defined and shiny from the water and pre poo. Healthy and full. He was dating a chick who could do both. He loved it.

“That’s just amazing,” Erik reaches out to pull on a curl. He pulled it long enough to see it’s actual length then let it go and watch it bounce back in place like a spring, “I fucking love your hair, girl, oh my God.”

Y/N giggles, “THANK YOU HANDSOME!”

Erik picks up her pre poo, “Can I help? You got a lot more to do on this side, “he was referring to the back of her hair.”

“You wanna help?!” Y/N beamed at him, “please do my arms are tired.”

Erik had never done this but if he did something once he could get it forever. That’s how it was with Y/N’s hair. It was so easy. Her hair was very thick so he did it in smaller sections to make sure each strand reverted. When it did, he was mesmerized.

“Black girl magic right before my eyes. Other bitches could NEVER,” He jokes, leading to Y/N laughing.

Y/N stood dancing against Erik’s crotch to Afro B Fine Wine & Hennessy while he took his time doing the rest of her hair. Now, he was being slow with it on purpose. Y/N knew that. Erik would twirl his finger in her hair and drag his fingers through it gently. He also liked the way that she danced on him.

“All finished,” Erik spoke with disappointment.

“You know...you could wash my hair too if you wanted.”

All Erik did was smile at that before placing his hands on her hips, leaning down to kiss her lips. Y/N took off her shirt, now fully naked in front of him, walking over to the tub to turn on the water. Erik was instructed to bring over the shampoo, conditioner, and detangle brush. After he brought those things over, Erik removed his shoes so he could get down on his knees next to Y/N to wash her hair in the tub. Y/N made sure to place a drain cover in the tub so it could catch all her shedded hair. Erik grabs a cup to use to wet her hair. It was so shiny and black. Baby hairs on the back of her neck and around her edges.

Y/N had her head turned, faceing Erik, so that the water wouldn’t run in her eyes too much. She would look up at him then down at his crotch that was steadily hardening in her face.

“That’s the shampoo, babe,” She pointed to it. Erik picks it up, squirting a generous amount in his hands, and applying it to her scalp like she instructed. He was massaging her scalp and damn near putting her to sleep. Y/N felt Erik’s dick hit her elbow when he leaned forward more to get the other side of her hair. She couldn’t take it any longer. Y/N reached out her hand to pull down the front of his gym pants.

“What- teh, girl you’re something else,” He laughed softly. She was literally pulling out his dick for her to suck. Y/N lifts her head from the tub slightly, causing Erik’s pants to get wet while she sucked him into her warm mouth.

“Ah, fuck,” Erik gripped her wet soapy strands to force her down onto his dick. She grabbed him at the base, sucking him with so much desperation like she always did.

“Damn, baby,” Erik couldn’t even concentrate on her hair anymore, “Damn, Damn. What made you suck on me like this, huh?”

She didn’t even say a word.

“Stop real quick,” Her mouth popped off, “get in the tub so I can rinse your hair.” Y/N got inside of the tub and down on her knees, Erik turns on the shower water. He undressed and got inside. Erik stood in the shower while Y/N was on her knees. Erik continued watching her hair while she took care of his hard dick. He would moan softly while rinsing her hair under the shower water. God, Y/N could suck some dick. After he got all the soap out of her hair he couldn’t focus on the task any more with her lips sucking him like that.

“Girl, what the fuck,” He was so damn hard, “you didn’t even give me a chance to finish washing this pretty hair. Look at you, mmm.”

He could feel himself getting ready to cum already and it pissed him off. Maybe it was the way she looked all soaking wet and on her knees with her curly hair dripping wet. Maybe it was how desperate she wanted to suck his dick that made him ready to bust a nut in her mouth. Sure enough, Erik pulled into her curly hair while she sucked just the tip of his dick, Erik growling while he climaxed in her mouth.

“SHIT,” Erik froze.

Y/N finished him off before looking up at him with a smile.

“You still have to detangle my hair, Daddy.”

“I don’t know if I can do it now,” Erik spoke weakly, “You drained my cum and my energy.”

[flowapuddle]

Just a bit of info on you and Aaliyah and the family

Okay just little info page for anybody who is reading this and wondering what the fu** is happening 🧍🏾‍♀️

-

BASIC INFO:

:Full Name: (Y/n) (M/n) Immah

:Meaning of name: Immah meaning a Girl Who always Loves To Make People Smile. She is a person who tries to help people out & she hates seeing people suffer for nothing. She always Smile Even when she get in trouble . she is loyal , sometimes she can be immature , nice , amazing & all those good stuff. She has a high Future ahead of her . - Urban Dictionary

:Nickname(s): sweetie/honey

:Gender: female

:Age: 16

:Date of Birth: August 25

:Place of Birth: In (C/n)

:Native language: English (sorry if it isn't)

:Languages spoken: Japanese & English

:Ethnicity: Whatever ethnicity you are

:Occupation: Athlete

:Education: Highschool 1st year

MEDICAL INFO:

:Allergies: dust

APPEARANCE:

:Height: 167.64 (5ft, 6)

:Hair color: black-brownish with a white streak

:Hairstyle: usually down or half up and half down

:Eye color: (e/c)

:Piercings: ears

:Tattoos: none

:Scars: only on her arm but it's a tiny cat scratch

Beauty Mark: (Y/n) has a beauty Mark under her left eye like her mom

:Clothing/Style:

(If you don't wear anything like this then f**k 🧍🏾‍♀️ I am sorry for the sake of this book you wear this )

:Jewelry/Accesoaries:

Chocker/Necklace/Earrings

(Remember guys the same of the book 🧍🏾‍♀️)

:Scent: vanilla/cherry

:Others: uhhhh yes .

PERSONALITY:

:Overall: happy and joyful

:Likes: playing volleyball/collecting jewelry/ and whatever you like doing also/sleeping

:Dislikes: grunge things but will tolerate, not being organized, teachers who give out too much homework 🧍🏾‍♀️

:Fears: I already mentioned spiders ?

:Secrets: that's in 3rd grade she accidentally fell off the playground because she was trying to impress her crush 🤧

:Hobbies: playing sports, collecting things, simping, modeling

:Dreams: of being the #1 ranked volleyball player when going professional

:Flaws: overthinks

:Fun facts/Habits: (Y/n) is very expressive so you can tell what she thinking by the look on her face

:Others:

Quote(s):

Aaliyah: Just ramble (y/n) like you always do.

(Y/n): I don't ramble on. I know I am a great speaker and all but I don't ramble. People who ramble just keep talking and talking on and on without stopping. I can stop talking because I don't ramble. For insist you remember that one time I talked your ear off about literally what would happen if a kite caught electricity. Now that was rambling

Aaliyah: *faceplams* Ugh, thats 50 seconds of my life I will never get back

Favorite season(s): Summer

Favorite food(s): (f/f)

Favorite color(s): (f/c)

Favorite holiday: April 1st (in attempt to get Aaliyah, but fails)

Favorite animal(s): (f/animal)

—

BASIC INFO: THIS IS YOUR OLDER SISTER

:Full Name: Aaliyah Harper Immah

:Meaning of name: She's beautiful. She doesn't realize how beautiful she is. She may have a lot of enemies- Urban Dictionary

:Nickname(s): gumdrop/love

:Gender: Women

:Age: 17

:Date of Birth: April 16

:Place of Birth: Hospital back in (C/n)

:Native language: English

:Languages spoken: Japanese & English

:Ethnicity: Black/Mexican

:Occupation: Athlete

:Education: highschool 3rd year

MEDICAL INFO:

:Allergies: dust, pollen

APPEARANCE:

:Height: 182.88 cm (6'0 ft) tall ass mf 😐

:Hair color: black that fades into brown that fades into dirty blonde color (her original hair color was brown but she bleached her hair)

:Hairstyle: Long curly hair that reaches the back of mid back, but it's usually half up with space buns

:Eye color: bright blue

:Piercings: bellybutton, tongue & ears

:Tattoos: none

:Scars: on her leg from a fight she got in with (y/n)

:Clothing/Style:

:Jewelry/Accesoaries:

Belly/Tongue Piercing

: Earrings

Chocker/Rings that are worn on thumb and middle and first/Necklace

:Scent: Roses & Sugar Plums

PERSONALITY:

:Overall:(fuck 🧍🏾‍♀️) dense lowkey like Ushijima but have a sense of humor more on not very emotional (on rare occasions yes very emotional) nor expressive

:Likes: music, writing, modeling, playing basketball, cooking/baking, clothes & jewelry

:Dislikes: cockroaches & loud people 👀

:Fears: not succeeding

:Secrets: won't admit that y/n is generally a funny person & won't tell anybody she likes taking photos of the clouds and ladybugs 🤫

:Hobbies: taking photos, traveling, sweets

:Dreams: of being #1 best girls/women basketball player

:Flaws: dense, emotionless, says what's on mind

:Fun facts/Habits: Tends to scrunch or wiggle her noise like a rabbit lowkey when something interests her

Quote: "She never spoke, never made a sound, but the look in her eyes told me exactly what was about to happen"

Favorite season(s): winter & mid-fall

Favorite food(s): ramen, pho or anything sweet

Favorite color(s): royal blue, bright purple and electric yellow

Favorite holiday(s): Christmas, she likes giving gifts to (y/n) knowing she will enjoy them makes her generally happy

Favorite animal(s): polar bear, cats & owls

-Credit to CookiiesPWN on DeviantArt for template

Extra:

Your dad: Elijah Jager Imaah

Age: 40

Race: African-American

Profession: (was a professional basketball player retired after having his first daughter is now a trainer)

Height: 6'6

Languages Spoken: English/ Japanese/ A bit of Spanish since his wife sometimes talks to him in Spanish

Your mom: Homura Yua Imaah

Age: 40

Race: Japanese/Mexican( more mexican than japanese)

Profession:(Was a professional women volleyball, retired to give birth to her first daughter and shortly after started a sports company with her best friend in Japan)

Height: 5'9

Language Spoken: English/Japanese/Spanish

Aaliyah

-Artist Credit to @/AlohaSushicore on Twitter found her artwork on Picrew me and did my OC's in her style and I absolutely love it

Part 2 is here!!

Back to Storyboard!

[sleevesareforlosers]

hello jordan!! my day was pretty good but i am feeling creatively frustrated because even tho i have ideas for writing and drawing my hands don’t want to draw and i don’t like how anything im writing is coming out :( so that’s annoying especially since i have like three or four things i could be writing rn and that i’d LIKE to b working on. on the other hand i took a nap and played with pretzel and got ice cream with my baby sister so there were good things today too! (also my mom ordered me two new binders as a present and im very very excited about that!!!)

how has your day been? i hope your ribs are feeling better!!

(and here’s the baby boy!)

[Image ID. A small dog with curly golden hair curled up, asleep, on his side on a grey-brown dog bed. End ID.]

hello pi!!! im sorry that ur feeling creatively frustrated :(( i hope u get a little breakthrough soon! solidarity tho i have many many ideas for things i want to write and a few other things i need to write for school and im only able to write things that are neither of those. ice cream and napping and playing with pretzel are all good things tho!!! and two (!!) new binders!!! thats so exciting!

my day’s been pretty okay!! i ALSO took a nap and managed to finish another paragraph for one of my final essays which is good and then i ordered pho for everyone for dinner which i havent had in SO long and its rlly tasty so that was nice. my ribs are a lot better! i was just being dramatic i think and i was bored while being ignored in the ER (other complication, pretty minor, im fine) so my brain was like ‘lets exaggerate’

(and baby boy looks SO soft please give him a kiss and a tummy rub for me)

[pinktatertots99]

502 years, 10 months, 3 days, 1 confession - hnk fic

request for euclase on discord, this’ll be fun!

synops: a hundred and two years since phos was scattered, zircon finds their anniversary of birth coming quickly. for so long they’ve built up to do one thing their birthday...but will it turn out their procrastination, anxiety and recent events make it too late?

______________________

“zirc-y! i’m almost done with your birthday gift! anything you want me to add to it?” zircon looked to red beryl, sighing but giving a soft smile. “i’ll be fine with whatever.”

“i love responses like that!” they exclaimed as zircon gave a nervous chuckle. “uhm, do you know where rutile is?” red perked up a bit confused. “where they’ve been ever since.” they stated as zircon nodded, moving to walk to the medical portion of the building, giving a wave to red as they did.

for a good while they’ve felt this building inside them, this weird feeling of uncertainty, anxiety, after every birthday it felt like a relief as it built up to their next birthday, but with so many of the gems they weren’t sure how to go about it. but after...everything it seemed to build up more and more then before; and they had to get it out now.

they gulped once seeing the medical area empty with no rutile in it. immediately they rushed to their room; to no avail. they rarely ever left their place...except one time...they dashed off to the covalescent center, finding bortz already there in relief.

“d-did rutile come by here?!” they asked gaining a confused neutral face. “of course not, not after last time.” they stated as cinnabar emerged from under the large blanket. “their not...inside either...sorry.”

“no no i’m more relieved. their not at their usual place.” zircon stated as the other two looked to eachother. “try the ocean.” cinnabar spoke up shyly. “i...used to see them there...alot to...y’know.”

immediately the curly haired gem left for the beach, looking around the area they finally could see a figure trying to pull out something from the sand. slowing down they walked to them, finding rutile trying to drag out a large chunk of silver, cracks already visible on them.

“do...you need help?” they asked as rutile let go with a loud sigh, looking down at the silver before turning their head to the ocean’s location, up a little to see the sky. walking closer to them zircon looked aswell in silence.

“...do you...ever wonder what’d happen if you went to the moon too?” they asked, gaining a hissed growl in response. “...not anymore.” rutile whispered out as zircon nodded sighing. “yeah...same here.”

continuing the silence rutile moved back to the silver. “get on the other side.” they demanded, zircon moving to the other side of it on instinct, a bit surprised as they helped carry it back.

“...do you...miss em too?” they asked as both walked back, rutile’s hair hiding their face as the question was left unanswered.

once at their medical unit they both dropped it with a sigh. quickly zircon moved to get the powder, dipping the brush in it they moved forward to rutile. “your...cracked alot.” they said shyly, their powder on their cheeks changing to a shade of orange as rutile glared at them before taking a seat, stretching their arm out as zircon carefully applied it.

“...happy birthday.” they looked back to find rutile’s eyes looking to the side. “i know it’s...not today but...whatever.” they mumbled as zircon had the same shade on their cheeks. “it-it’s okay. th-thank you.”

“...why...did you come for me?” they asked, zircon distracted from powdering their leg next hummed. “i was worried bout you.”

“why?”

“cause i like you-” at that they felt their forehead crack as they looked up to rutile’s equally surprised face. “...i uhm...uh i...i didn’t...i mean i do but...” immediately they hid on rutile’s lap from instinct. “th...that was...ss-supposed to g-g-go b-b-be-better.” they stuttered out, hearing a light cough and subtle heave of their chest. was that...a laugh?

looking up they found rutile hiding their mouth with their fist to it, but a crack of their lips showed them smiling as they petted them lightly. immediately the gem hid back as rutile petted them more; their hair felt so soft, so...familiar....they liked it..they liked it alot.

“i...don’t mind.” they replied, zircon nodding in their lap as both stayed there as the sun set to a dark purple hue, lightly hiding rutile’s more open smile.