#THESE TWO GORGEOUS PEOPLE ARE TOO PHOTOGENIC

[nfr-girly]

in Italy with Hasan 🇮🇹 ☀️ ||

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-the way over there would DEFINITELY be chaos. You two would go with QT, will, Austin, and rae. Austin and Hasan would argue about timings, while the rest of you just chill

-best believe you’ll be putting your head on Hasans chest as you’re all waiting in line at the airport, you’ve barely slept, so Hasan naturally feels bad for making sure you all got up early

-when you do finally get on the flight, Hasan makes sure you have everything you need to be comfortable, blanket, plenty of pillows (although realistically his shoulder will be your pillow), earphones, etc. mans doesn’t even care if he’s uncomfortable the whole flight, only worries about his girl <3

-when you finally get to Italy the airport is stacked with people, hasans hand on your back as you all try to navigate through crowds, while admiring the views. The moment you get to the hotel you and Hasan are cuddled up ready to sleep

-your time in Italy would be SO adorable, you’d visit as much places as you could go and Hasan would just treat you like a princess the entire holiday. You want some ice cream? Hasan will get it. You want some new makeup? Hasan will get it. You want some new clothes? Hasan. Will. Get. It. He physically can’t say no to you.

-you two would be super close to each other too, just physical contact 24/7, to the point where Austin and will would make gagging noises to call you out (they love you two really) 🫶

-you would take so many pictures of him and just find it so unbelievable how handsome he is, the man is so photogenic it hurts. He’s absolutely taking pictures of you though, doesn’t matter where you are he will take a pic. You could be sleeping, mouth wide open with your hands all over the place and he’ll still think you’re the most gorgeous thing. 😭🤍

-you two just enjoying this perfect little life of yours you’ve built together, all while Hasan keeps on playing with the ring box in his pocket, trying to find the right moment to pop the question 🫶💗

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[midnightjewel]

Interview

The wheels in my head were turning and they finally landed on this concept and I think it’s a good one let me know what you think!

Characters Included: Kirishima (are we surprised? I’m always thinking about him)

Warnings: Sexualizing of the reader (consensual? Idk how to put it)

(18+ Only Please)

It was no secret that you were drop dead gorgeous. Even in your early teenage years at UA you were flaunted after by so many people. Not that you paid them any mind, you only had eyes for one boy.

Eijirou Kirishima was undoubtedly the biggest crush you’d ever had. Sure, you crushed on actors and maybe someone in middle school here and there but you’d never felt such a powerful infatuation with someone. He was the definition of perfect in your eyes.

That was a shock to him when you confessed your feelings over a FaceTime call when you two were exchanging homework answers. He’d had a slight suspicion of your feelings but he didn’t want to get too ahead of himself. You were by far the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on and it’s not like you had a dry personality to make him question if it was just your looks that made you attractive. No, definitely not. You were so funny to him. You were charismatic, fun-loving and so much more. You were perfect.

When you had accidentally let it slip that you had a crush on him over that FaceTime call he was over the moon. You on the other hand we���re completely mortified that the hottest guy you’d ever known knew that you liked him because you had accidentally told him. But when he told you that he felt the same you were ecstatic.

If it wasn’t enough of a shock to the both of you that you two started dating it was an even bigger shock to the student body when you two waltzed in the school doors holding hands. After about 3 dates you two decided to go public with your relationship. Now that you were off the market there was a sense of sadness in the air by others but screw them because you were the happiest you’d ever been in your life.

And you stayed off the market for good when two years after graduation Kirishima proposed to you. It was one of the best days of your life and you would never ever forget it. The best day of your life however was when you two said “I do” at a very private and intimate wedding off the coast of Italy. Only close friends and family attended and no details were spilled of you two’s whereabouts so that kept the paparazzi off of your backs during your wedding and honeymoon. And thank god they were because the two of you definitely got busy during that week and a half.

I mean, you were very popular. Maybe it was cliche but you had kind of made a living off of being pretty in the hero industry. Just like Midnight did. She was your number one supporter in your early days always telling you to never push yourself out of your comfort zones and to not let tabloids pressure you because they can make you look bad in an instant.

You took her advice to heart but you were fine with over sexualzing yourself. You were in your early twenties and were in the best shape of your life all while your face card was never declining. Paparazzi secretly hoped that one day they could catch a bad photo of you but alas it just wasn’t happening.

You had just been on the cover of “play hero magazine” for last month’s edition and it was all the rage all over the internet. Did your red headed husband mind? Absolutely not! In fact, he encouraged you more than you encouraged yourself to do this photo shoot. The only binding agreement you had with the director of the photo shoot was that you were not taking your bra or panties off and they could respect that.

Of course Red Riot didn’t mind his wife being on play hero’s magazine as long as he got an early copy and private time when the two of you got home. Who were you to deny him of something that you obviously wanted as well.

It didn’t stop there, due to your immense photogenic features you were asked to model for lingerie companies, present awards at hero galas, and model for some hero merch. You had just finished the photo shoot for your good friend Dynamite’s new hoodies that were to be released on his website in a month when you had just made it back to your dressing room in time to watch your husbands interview on some talk show. You knew lots of people were watching it, he was extremely popular and this was a highly anticipated interview among fans and viewers.

As you settled into your comfortable clothes which consisted of an oversized Red Riot hoodie and some sweatpants you settled into the large sofa that was in your dressing room.

“Well thank you for having me” Kirishima had spoken in his usual polite nature just as you’d flipped to the channel he was on. “First I’d like to start off by asking you about status” the woman spoke and you listened but tuned out as well. Sure, it was important to pay attention to your husband in his big moment but status and strategy questions were always so boring.

As you were about to go grab a water out of the mini fridge in your dressing room something caught your attention. “May I ask questions about your wife?” She inquired and he immediately nodded “Yes, please! Ask me about my wife!” He enthusiastically spoke causing her and the audience to laugh.

“Right and you can refuse to answer any questions you want but I’ll begin with what we have written down” she starts “You undoubtedly are married to one of the most beautiful pro hero’s of your generation, and forgive me, but one of the most sexualized women in this hero industry, as many people have seen the new play hero magazine cover that she has posed for as well as the other modeling contracts she has picked up. How do you feel about your own wife being so sexualized by media with comments online stating ‘I could show her a better time than red riot’ and ‘Oh my god one of the sexiest women ever! She needs to get in my bed immediately’ ” She finished

He takes a moment to noticeably stare at the screen where they have put up pictures of you and even some of the newer more scandalous photo shoots you’ve done “Well the best response I can give to everyone who fantasizes and makes those comments about my wife would be that yeah, you get to see those pictures of her but I get to go home to her so know your place” he chuckles to seem more friendly but you knew deep down that he really meant it and would do anything to protect you.

His words made you un-involuntarily bite your lip slightly and squeeze your thighs together. Oh you couldn’t wait to see him later.

[siriustaylorsversion]

isolation blues - taylor swift x reader (part-3)

faceclaim- selena gomez i am so so flattered by the love that these posts received so i'm turning this into a series... enjoy part 3 and i'm looking forward to your feedback <3

part one, two and four

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[askthehcc]

Jimmy! Favorite person to photograph?

Similar (but different!) question: most photogenic person?

And one more: what’s your favorite photo you ever took?

Jimmy: Oh wow, what a good question.

Jimmy: But also a tricky one...

Jimmy: Honestly, up until a couple of months ago I probably would've said Scott is my favourite person to photograph.

Jimmy: I mean, he's absolutely gorgeous, of course, and he'd always give me these little... you know... looks?

Jimmy: I can't think of how to describe them but like he'd look at me like he was fed up of me taking pictures of him but also like he really liked it and didn't wanna give it away too much.

Jimmy: He'd be like half smiling but also kind of lifting an eyebrow?

Jimmy: But I guess I won't get to take that many of him anymore...

Jimmy: Hm.

Jimmy: Anyway.

Jimmy: Most photogenic has got to be Lizzie, right?

Jimmy: Her skin just kind of captures light so well and her eyes always kind of pop, even before I've done any touch ups.

Jimmy: Like, obviously I'm a little biased considering she's one of my best friends, but I always told her she should do modelling at some point.

Jimmy: Alas, eh?

Jimmy: The animals won out.

Jimmy: A vet she will be.

Jimmy: Eventually, anyway.

Jimmy: Anyway, my favourite photo... I think it's gotta be one from Lizzie and Joel's wedding.

Jimmy: Everyone else had gone home and it was just the eight of us sitting outside the hotel in the garden under the fairy lights, me, Lizzie, Joel, Scott, B, Martyn, Pearl, and Mumbo.

Jimmy: Everyone looks so young in it now, but Pearl was basically sitting on B's lap with her head on his, Mumbo is relaxed back in his chair with his legs out and his arms folded, Martyn's basically the same. Scott is sharing a bench with Lizzie tucked into his side and she's looking at Joel with like

Jimmy: like her eyes contain the most affection I've ever seen captured on film ever

Jimmy: And Joel's on the other side of the table, holding a drink loosely in his hand like he hasn't got a care in the world except for her with half a mind of the people around him

Jimmy: and the attention of the photo is just absolutely on the way these two are looking at each other and it's just

Jimmy: it's incredible

Jimmy: So yeah

Jimmy: sorry I went off a bit on that one but uh

Jimmy: I hope my answers were good for you!

[glorfindel-of-imladris]

It hasn't been a very productive weekend writing- or drawing-wise, my brain is still Very Tired apparently. So—Glorestor household update time!

Spring time now! 🌸 Here is Glorfindel's llama. He really likes dressing up his animal friends, I don't know what it is.

Anyway, morning chores done, time for morning flirting with husband of 6,000 years.

It's also a good season to invite friends over. Elrond and Celebrían are always nice to have around, they always give such a sweet vibe to the lot.

Lol also istg Elrond is the most photogenic mofo in this neighborhood. I didn't mean for him to be that way, but I guess that also checks out. They did say he resembles Arwen, who resembles, oh, you know, just the most gorgeous Elf to have ever lived nbd—

End of spring in Sims 4 usually means Valentine's Day. Naturally, a date was a must, which really for these two, just means a day when they have license to do whatever it is they do everyday anyway. If they piss off some prudish locals doing it, then even better!

The only correct way to end a good date.

Seasons pass quickly, so we roll on to summer time! ☀️ Oh, the masculine urge to celebrate clear skies by gazing upon Elbereth's stars with your *checks notes* friend. 😂

At this point, I have accepted that both Erestor and Glorfindel lowkey have a crush on Ecthelion. Which is very valid, so I roll with it. We leave them to it.

New character introduction time! This is Rhíweth. She has been my OC since my days playing LotRO, and she somehow kind of stuck, occasionally appearing in a few fics as a Sindarin NPC. I do play her on occasion when I feel like playing with a single-Sim household. On this day, she needed to fill up her socials bar, so I got her to visit her gay favorite neighbors. Here she is sharing neighborhood gossip with Erestor.

Ugh when Erestor smiles I'm so. UGH! Gay people. 💘✨

Also in case you ever wondered what I looked like in university days chatting with my Gay Literature professor whose love life I Absolutely Do Not Care About I Swear™—

Funny enough, Glorfindel walked by, dripping like it's nobody's business. I followed him to see what he was doing and this boy, bless him, even on autopilot, is still doing household chores. He just did the laundry. 😂

For context, Sims usually can be found doing something fun while watching TV if you leave them to their own devices. Glorfindel is like nah, I'm too much of a green flag for that.

He does eventually join Rhíweth and Erestor, and it was nice and wholesome for a while.

Eventually though Glorfindel's mood turned flirty and idk started eyefucking Erestor. That was my cue to leave. 😩

[planetkiimchi]

pinterest worthy | l.mh / h.hj

summary — Hyunjin and Minho are two different types of beautiful, and their significant others are perfectly alright with that.

pairing: Hyunjin x nb!oc, Minho x fem!oc

a/n: this is my first attempt at writing anything kpop-related so far! it’s not really a fic, but i wanted to write something for my bias and bias wrecker &lt;3

Hyunjin is Pinterest worthy.

He reminds Jae of faeries with their paper-thin wings, flitting around like butterflies do among flowers. He is a different kind of beautiful, with his long hair framing his face and the way he rolls his eyes when he’s dancing to God’s Menu.

Hyunjin walks like he’s a model posing for pictures, long legs captured perfectly as he strides across the airport. His side profile is prime for photographs, hair covering half his face, all half-smiles and hooded eyes.

When he’s gaming, Hyunjin leans forward, biting his lip in concentration, one leg crossed over the other and ears plugged.

Hyunjin is Pinterest worthy, Jae thinks. In Stray Kids, among the rowdy group of (surprisingly introverted) idols, Hyunjin and Felix are the most photogenic. Hyunjin has a face shape that attracts people’s attention, a smile to die for, and eyes that betray his emotions.

Hyunjin is like a faerie, unlike Felix’s angelic smile, because mischief lies in those eyes and on the tip of his tongue, as Jae has seen when Minho threatens to stuff toilet paper in his mouth. His art is beautiful, his beauty alluring, and attention-drawing.

Hyunjin and Jae look stunning in any and all candids captured of them, almost like they have a sixth sense for hidden cameras. Their perfect posture and newsworthy love is often commented upon, praise dropping from people’s lips.

Hyunjin’s pretty face fills Jae’s gallery at times, pictures they take of him while he’s eating, or pictures of him sleeping, sent to them by the members. Some are from news articles, the ones that they realised were better than anything they could have taken themself.

Hyunjin’s just photogenic that way. It doesn’t stop at Hyunjin—he has a feed that’s filled with nice photos of himself and Jae, all the pictures cohesive, aesthetic, and enviable.

Jae learns to live with it. They dress up to leave the house, almost regal in the way they hold themself. It begins to be a habit to linger a little too long by doorways in hopes of people catching a glimpse of their outfit, to watch the way they lift their foot to adjust their shoe, subtly letting their hair fall over their eyes.

And so, the Pinterest worthy that Jae once thought Hyunjin was, becomes the way their relationship is.

a different take

Minho’s aversion to photographs has always puzzled Leo. She thinks he’s the most handsome person she knows, and when he sits in a corner, face set in his resting bitch expression, she thinks about how lucky she is to be his significant other.

Minho cocks his head like a cat when he’s confused and rolls his eyes when he’s tired. He walks like he’s got places to be, strides long and assured, confident just like his dancing.

Minho leans on everything from the couch to the wall to his palm when he’s gaming, and takes his gaming very seriously. He hates to be interrupted, unless it’s for his cats, Leo, or dance.

He has a beauty that can’t be captured on camera, so Minho and Leo look like cryptids in most, if not all of their photos, sometimes even the ones that they are posing for.

It’s not that Minho isn’t beautiful. Minho literally fits the Korean beauty standard, almost to the letter, with a sharp nose and sleek jawline, smallish eyes and full lips. Even the arch of his eyebrows and his cheekbones look absolutely gorgeous in real life. It’s just that when Minho laughs, his eyes pull into a line, and every single moment of his laughter is blurry in photos.

Leo has tried multiple times to capture Minho’s beauty, going from camera to phone to photo booths, but all her experiments continue to prove that Minho isn’t photogenic, and his unglams fills her gallery at times, until she clears them all.

Minho’s just not photogenic that way.

His love for Leo is similar, in that they never go for Instagram-able experiences, preferring to get dirty than to take nice pictures, preferring to be active than to pose for a good shot. They have plenty of inside jokes from their hangouts, but their memory is the only thing they take away—and maybe two or three photos.

Minho isn’t the most outwardly affectionate either, though he kisses Leo back when she kisses him first, and rests his arm on her thigh, slapping her butt when it’s in reach.

It’s nothing glamorous, nothing that would get them into the tabloids, simply because it’s so uninteresting, and nobody would want to see photos of Minho gaming while Leo sips coffee from her mug and reads.

Minho’s not being Pinterest worthy, but Leo’s okay with that—after all, neither is she.

[brandnewhuman]

hey--i was wondering if you could do a slasher matchup (also i love your work it's so good and the matchups are so fun!!)

- i am 5' 4" and kinda scrawny (i play sports so my arms and shoulders are pretty toned) and i have been told i look like tweek from SP cause my hair is choppy and a total mess and i have pretty severe eye bags/dark circles that i'm relatively self conscious abt,, i also have a scar on my lip from an accident as a kid (it looks a bit like a cleft lip cause it healed bad and the stitches re-opened a few times) and honestly im really self conscious abt that so i tend to avoid looking at peoples faces and hope they don't look at mine

- i grew up in a farming town but somehow im still scared of horses (they are too big and have dead eyes-) and am very jumpy around loud noises--which leads to me clinging to people a lot and 8 times outta 10 i drag them to the ground with me (i trip on everything-air even i am a total klutz and my elbows/knees/knuckles are scared up because of it lol) and usually yelp as i'm falling

- i have an extensive horror movie collection, all dvd's, and spend a lot of my time taking pictures and videos of others cause i forget things a lot and that helps, even though i am nOt photogenic and have a hard time showing my face in pictures cause of my scar and eyes and stuff (i generally don't think i'm very attractive lol) i like having people i trust take pictures of me like for the further and stuff like that

- i am very affectionate, and love physical contact with the people i love-im don't have a high sex drive at all (plus im demi) but i get weird random bursts of libido and get rlly focused on that -i don't have a good verbal filter either and tend to just spew things out without realizing it, i listen to lots of classic rock and 80's--90's metal

- i am fiercely loyal, almost obsessive, and will do anything without a second thought if someone i trust/love asks me to do something--i didn't have a great family growing up so when i deem someone family i am like a guard dog (even though im more like an aggressive terrier or something lol) and (idk if this is over sharing but– –) i get physically aggressive when that idea is challenged or if someone pisses me off when im having a bad day or something like that

- i kind of have a staring problem--not in a judging way but i'll just space out thinking about someone while staring and not notice

uhh anyway that's the end, i love all your world and hope you're having a wonderful day/night, thanks!!

I paired you up with...

♡ Thomas Hewitt ♡

Okay so first of all IM SORRY IT HAS TAKEN SO LONG AND IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY STUFF BROSKI. It may sound stupid but i appreciate so much when people tell me if im doing a good work with stuff ecc it motivates me so much you have no idea

Moving onto the matchup tho YOU ARE LITERALLY THIS MAN SOULMATE. PLEASE ITS ALMOST RIDICULOUS HOW FUCKING PERFECT YOU ARE FOR EACH OTHER.

We all know how self conscious Tommy is so he would be like the least judgemental person ever in regards to your appearance, if anything he's hyping you up like crazy cause in his eyes you're genuinely the most handsome/pretty/beautiful/gorgeous person ever. He understand you can feel insecure and he would always try to make you feel better without invalidate your feelings cause sometimes it happens to him too that luda tries to tell him he's pretty ecc and doesn't understands that he still feels bad and can't really help it. He would be so sweet about it, even trying to take off his mask from time to time to make you feel like you don't have to be perfect cause he really does love you for who you are.

FARM LOVERS WHO FARM TOGETHER,STAY TOGETHER. Everytime i think of thomas there's the vine "COUNTRY BOYYYY I LOVE YOUUUUU AUGH" playing in my head loudly. This man actually loves everything that has to do with farming and animals, he 100% has a little garden where he plants everything he can and would love for the two of you to take care of it together. I feel like horses don't like him too much, i don't know why but i feel like its true so you won't have to worry about that. OMG IMAGINE HIM TRYING TO GROW YOUR FAVOURITE FLOWERS SO HE CAN BRING THEM TO YOU EVERY MORNING

Okay so about the loud noises, that sucks right? But think about this, you get to cling to this beefy sweet boy and get comforted by him everytime. Surprisingly he hates loud noises too, specially yelling so for your mental peace and his own he always tries to get done with victims as fast as possible. He menacingly glares at hoyt everytime he gets too loud so dont worry about that either. If you do get scared for whatever reason he's always there to help you and wont let go of you until he's sure you're all alright. Besides if you jump on him he can take it without falling cause he's a big boi so do not worry!

Please for the love of God update this boy about films and stuff cause he desperately needs to catch up with all that stuff. He wants to understand you better and if you like something he wants to know about it to have something you both can bond over. I think he would be a little bit sitffy about you taking pics of him ecc cause we all know what he did to his old pictures but with time and patience im sure he will do it just to make you happy. Your happiness means more than his own comfort to him

This man is 100% down for cuddles whenever wherever. This man wont never pass on the opportunity of bear hug you or just holding hands. His favourite part of the day is taking naps together, or sipping iced tea on the poarch with you close. He literally lives for affection cause everyone is always so harsh with him he craves some gentleness and softness, he doesn't want to always be tough and rough so yeah go ahead, make him melt with all that good ol romancing bro

He loves, no scratch that, HE ADORES YOUR LOYALTY. He always has this fear of being betrayed or being taken advantage of so to see you're always on his side it gives him a sense of peace and safety he hasn't felt for years. You will become his safe place like fr, he will do for you anything too so the energy you give will always be matched by him.

I hope you liked it bro, once again I'm sorry for taking to long!!

Song recommendations for this match up!!

[ami-acts]

Sirius & Remus. Lupin & Black. Moony & Padfoot. Wolf & Star.

No matter what you call it, James Potter ships it.

Remus Lupin by @siriusfirstchocolatesecond Sirius Black by @bringblackbackJames Potter by @olivandersdaughter Taken at MISTI-Con 2019 by me (IG: @ami_shoots)

[oldschoolvpq]

Uniqlo Asakusa Tamagotchi UTme! Kick-off

Today, April 23, 2022, was the first day of the Tamagotchi Uniqlo collab event! Even though there are over 800 Uniqlo stores in Japan, this collab is only at the Asakusa store - super pinpoint but luckily easily accessible if you're in the general Tokyo area. I am in the general vicinity, plus today's weather was GORGEOUS, so I went to check it out.

You can see the shop right by the intersection of Shin-nakamise Street and Okuyama Omairimachi Street, directly next to the police box.

Tamagotchi information was placed right at the entrance. We're in the right place!

The event space itself is up on the second floor and decorated to the nines!

In addition to good old Mametchi and Kuchipatchi, there are mannequins sporting casual-yet-trendy outfits coordinated with the custom tee-shirts and the Smart.

Of course the Tamagotchi History display is here too! Looks like it has different models from the display at Egg Festa.

Back to the main area, the large table is where you design your shirt/bag/hoodie/whathaveyou. There's a line of iPads with the UTme! app and special Tamagotchi stamps loaded into it. You pick your garment, choose the Tamagotchi stamps, then place and resize them as you like within the printable area. No rotating or overlapping unfortunately, but you can fit quite a few stamps in there.

Once you've paid, it takes an hour or two to print your design on the shirt, leaving you free to wander around the store...

...and meet Mametchi! He made short appearances at 11 AM, 1 PM, and 3 PM.

He spent most of his time in the front entrance...

...but occasionally ventured outside into the BLAZING SUN. Seriously, it was mid-summer levels of hot. Mametchi was a huge hit with fans of all ages, and got SO many hugs!

I'm satisfied with my purchase - I got a backprinted hoodie with the same design, but it's not nearly as photogenic.

Like other Tamagotchi events as of late, this was incredibly chill. I talked to the store staff and they mentioned people were lined up before the store opened, and I can attest to there being a steady stream of fans coming to design throughout the day. The staff, though busy, were kind, attentive, and a bit giddy - you don't see events like this in Uniqlo very often. (Then again, the Asakusa shop is kind of like a theme park...in addition to clothes, they sell fresh flowers, have drinks, and do workshops...100% worth a visit.) Everyone was having a great time, which is really all anyone can ask for.

As of now there's no set period on how long the Tamagotchi designs will be available, and hopefully they'll be popular enough to spread to other branches as well. Fingers crossed!

[theravenkin]

some random assorted aftg social media hcs that have no context and i don't feel like fleshing out:

kevin starts posting slightly pretentious pics on instagram of whatever stack of history books he's reading at the moment with his aesthetic desk and coffee or tea. he always captions them with very pretentious quotes from historical figures or athletes. somehow, nobody calls him out on his bullshit (which thank god, because this is the only way he can feel like he has any semblance of control over his life)

nicky posts on his instagram story any time he and kevin hang out (which is frequently, fight me), and it's always a selfie where kevin is caught off guard but still looks frustratingly photogenic. sometimes nicky will get one where he's giving kevin a kiss on the cheek and kevin is rolling his eyes but accepting it (with love in his heart, that boy needs some affection). most of the selfies are when they get overpriced iced coffee together on saturday mornings <3

at some point allison posts a gorgeous photo of her looking glam and flawless as always and it's captioned "@kehlani if you need a bitch lmk. i can babysit."

nicky starts doing instagram livestreams before games, like before their home games, on long bus drives to away games, etc. they're really popular and gain the team a lot of new fans. he and dan will answer questions mostly, but sometimes nicky will go interview the others. he'll ask aaron to tell the people what it's like being a pre-med major as he dozed off over his textbook, and he'll gravely warn the viewers against attempting a stem major at all. "do something easy, like history. right kevin?" kevin wasn't paying attention and just looks up like, huh? it's hilarious and he doesn't live it down for a while.

nicky will go interview neil and andrew, too.

"and what are you two doing, neil?"

"well, andrew is doing something on his phone instead of paying attention to me, so i'm annoying him until he pays attention to me. :)"

"you could come hang out with us instead, we'd pay attention to you!!"

"eh, no thanks. annoying andrew is a lot of fun."

"fair enough"

neil downloads instagram, snapchat, and twitter at his teammates' urgings. his first post on instagram is on his story, a black background that just says "my friends told me to do instagram so why not". first post on twitter is the same. he doesn't really understand snap until he gets bored in class one time and starts sending random pictures to andrew, then dan, then matt, and then he's basically using it all the time. he also snaps andrew while he's alone in the dorm and andrew's in class--nothing dirty, get your mind out of the gutter--but just pics from their bed, wearing andrews hoodie, teasing him by telling him how bored he is all by himself

andrew pretends he doesn't fall for it but he totally stares at the pictures for full minutes before responding

neil gets a bunch of followers really quick and he's like why

his first actual post on instagram is of him and some of the other foxes dressed up for the first banquet of his sophomore year. there's one where him and andrew are standing in their sharp suits with their arms around each other's waists; they aren't looking at the camera, but at each other, almost nose to nose. andrew is leveling neil with a dark glare and neil is looking right back at him with a blinding smile. it's not even sarcastic or anything, it looks genuinely joyful (and if you squint, very in love).

(sorry i know the last one almost spoils the minyard-josten rivalry hcs, but just bear with me)

if y'all have any more hc prompts please send them my way!!! i love these <3

[ecliptsukki]

his delinquent phase ❧ kaoru sakurayashiki // cherry blossom

navigation | music

➣ genre: fluff

➣ warnings: adam’s existence 

➣ request: can i request a one shot where you’re cherrys s/o and like childhood best friends with joe and cherry and adam and you’re gushing over cherrys old bad boy look with piercings and everuthing and cherry one day goes to S with his piercings and hair the same way as before just to see you fawn over him skjfks

➣ a/n: this took me three times to type up because the first two times i did it, tumblr thought it would be funny to delete it. i’m not sure if i love how this came out, but it’s still better than my original plan. hopefully this was correct to what the anon requested. enjoy!

ps: i’m also going to be going on a trip for four days tomorrow, so i’m not sure if i’ll be able to post. i’ll definitely try to start working on my other requests!

You had known Joe, Cherry, and Adam ever since the four of you were in high school. Out of the three, you had met Joe, first, not soon before you met Cherry.

You were walking down the eventful streets of Okinawa, admiring the sights and getting accustomed with the area. You had moved to the city not too long ago and already were growing attached to the place. In your defense, the city was your perfect and desired location to live in. 

A gentle breeze blew through your hair, rustling the leaves of the green trees. You sighed at the feeling of the cool breeze tickling your warm skin. Not long after that breeze had gone, another, harsher breeze blew past you. You flinched at the abnormally sharp wind, snapping your head to the side, in its direction. You were met with honey red eyes and short, green locks, swaying. 

The male slips past you, stopping abruptly.

“Sorry about that,” he smiled, embarrassed, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You were in awe, seeing what the boy was standing on, and on alert because you had always been taught to be cautious around strangers, especially when you were walking alone. 

“Um, no. I’m alright, just shocked,” you shrugged, replying quietly.

Another harsh, but gentler than before, wind blows past you, revealing a pink-haired male. He had three piercings on his ear and one on his lip. Half of the boy’s face was hidden by his long bangs, allowing your focus to lock on his golden eye.

“Watch where you’re going,” he snaps at his green-haired friend. “Sorry about him,” he apologizes, giving you a polite smile.

All the sirens were going off in your head.

He has so many piercings! Is he a delinquent? Are both of them delinquents? If they are, I can’t fight them off on my own. What do I do?

“I’m Kaoru,” the bubblegum-haired male suddenly said, “This is Kojiro.”

Kojiro nodded at you, an embarrassed blush still grazing his cheeks. 

“Hey, aren’t you the new kid?” Kaoru asked, finding your puzzlingly familiar.

“Oh, that’s why I felt like I’ve met you before,” Kojiro spoke up, nodding his head when he realized who you were.

Awkwardly, you shyly respond, “Sorry, I can’t seem to remember seeing you guys at school. Are you in my class?”

Until dusk, the three of you talked, getting to know the each of you better. You were also able to befriend the boys you were so afraid of, becoming your first two friends in the city.

You met Adam in the dark of night, beside Cherry and Joe.

They had brought you along, one night, wanting to skate with you. You already knew the basics of skating, nothing more, nothing less. Therefore, as your closest, and only, friends, they wanted to get further acquainted with you in something they loved. 

“Who’s the sweet cheeks?” His hoodie-covered eyes left an eerie pressure on you, causing goosebumps to emerge from your skin.

“This is our close friend, Y/N L/N,” Cherry spoke up.

“She goes to school with us, and we wanted to bring her skating. Mind her tagging along?” Joe asks his hooded friend.

“Not at all, just as long as she can keep up,” he spoke in a cocky tone.

The pretentious attitude the unnamed face had was irking you in the wrong way. He seemed too mysterious for your liking. A third of the boy’s face was hidden in the shadow of his hoodie, leaving you only able to see the blue tips of his hair and his structured nose. 

He must’ve noticed your timid stare because he looks at you, under his hood, “Call me Adam.”

 Cherry and Joe look at you expectingly.

“Just call me sweet cheeks, for now,” you reply, distantly, not ready to let your guard down just yet.

You hear your two friends sigh, chuckling to each other.

“Don’t worry, she’ll warm up to you, soon,” Cherry told Adam, “We know firsthand how she is with meeting new people.”

You blush, remembering your first encounter with the pair.

Thinking back, you still regret letting your walls down and accepting Adam as a friend. Not a day goes by that Adam doesn’t linger in your mind, as much as you’d hate to admit. 

You despise that man with a passion. From your first interaction, you should’ve known that there was something off about the blue-haired male, but pondering on these frustrations now wouldn’t change anything. As much as you’d like to curse the man for hurting your friends’ and your feelings, you knew you had to move on.

You sat on the soft mattress of your shared bed, scrolling through old pictures stored on your phone. You saw pictures taken by Kaoru when you guys went on dates. Majority of the photos were candid, seeing as he always had told you that you were the “most photogenic woman” he had ever met.

You remember the day he had told you that. You also remember your laughed reply.

“Then you’ve got the whole world to explore, my love.”

Although, honestly, you thought Kaoru was quite the photogenic one himself. His gorgeous, sorted, pink hair matched with his golden eyes and perfect face never looked bad, not even at the crack of dawn or in the late of night. 

Speaking of which, you scrolled upon a photograph of Kaoru sitting all pretty with his piercings on display. Those piercings brought back many memories, humorous and lustful.

Ironically, the thing that brought you fear before now brings you yearning.

Honestly, once you had befriended Kaoru and came to trust him, the piercings no longer frightened you but instead, fascinated you. Those metal hoops further increased your attraction to the ponytailed man, leading you to the relationship you were in now.

Obviously, Kojiro played a big role in setting the two of you up together because both of you were completely oblivious to the other’s feelings. It got to the point that Adam almost had to step in and wack some sense into the both of you.

Anyways, ever since Kaoru had started working in the calligraphy business, he removed his piercings to maintain a professional image. You detested the idea, but you also knew that it was the best for his business. 

Now that you were looking back at photos of Kaoru as a teenager, you began to crave seeing him in those metal rings once more. You missed the “bad boy” look your boyfriend used to have, not that you didn’t appreciate how he looked now. It’s just that there’s a different vibe to his current and past aesthetics.

As you stalked through more pictures of teenage Kaoru, you were unaware of the very man you were thinking about watching you. He noticed the longing and craving in your gaze. Then, he caught a glimpse of what was being projected on your screen: it was him but in his teenage years. 

Suddenly, everything clicked for Kaoru, and he had the perfect plan in mind.

Something was off. Usually your boyfriend would insist on bringing you to “S” himself but not today. If anything, he was urging you to go with Kojiro.

“He’s been your friend for the same amount of time as I. You should take this time to your advantage and catch up,” was Kaoru’s excuse.

First of all, catch up on what? It’s not like you haven’t talked to Kojiro in months. Actually, you talked to him a day ago, at “S.” Secondly, what’s up with the sudden lenience and weak excuses?

Joe, who was also in on the plan, tried to help his friend out, making a feeble attempt to lure you with free food.

“I can get free food from you whenever I want,” you replied, squinting suspiciously at your friend.

“Not with that attitude, you can’t.” That pulled a raised brow from you and a regret-filled face from the muscular man.

Though you weren’t fully convinced that nothing was off, you still left with Joe, caving into their terrible attempts of covering up whatever they were hiding from you.

You had arrived at “S” with Joe for about ten minutes now, but there was still no sightings of your beloved, Cherry. Joe caught glimpse of your searching eyes and reassured you that he would be coming, be it later than usual.

Reki, Langa, and Miya had made their way over to you, sparking up a conversation with you, making you forget about the missing presence of a specific male. 

Miya was explaining the new training regiment and diet he was to use in order to advance his strength, leading you to worry for the small teenager. If he didn’t eat enough, it could become fatal to him. You didn’t understand why a child was being treated so harshly by his managers, forcing him to eat barely anything and train long hours of the day. 

You were concernedly asking Miya if he was feeling alright and offered him an energy bar you carried around in case of emergencies, which he gratefully accepted, when you heard the cheers of fangirls behind you. Knowing they weren’t meant for Joe, you turned around to meet the golden eyes you’d fallen in love with.

This time, there was something different. His face wasn’t hidden by his mask. You could see the pale skin of his cheeks and the pink of his lips. Besides the absence of the black cloth, you noticed metallic rings decorating your boyfriend’s lip and ears. Also, his hair wasn’t whipping behind him, as per usual, but laid low, drifting in the wind.

For a hot moment, you had thought you had finally lost it, but when you blinked your eyes, looking at Miya then back to Cherry, you realized you were still sane and your boyfriend still looked like he aged back into his high school days.

“Is that Cherry?” Miya asked from beside you.

You nodded, speechless.

You heard someone let out a loud laugh beside you, “Since when did he have piercings?”

Ignoring the redhead’s outburst, you were mesmerized by the Cherry you had been obsessing over a couple days ago. It felt like one extravagant dream that you didn’t want to wake up from. In your defense, as he stepped of his skateboard, coming to embrace you, he looked straight out of a fantasy. His skin was practically glowing, and his hair gently floated perfectly onto his shoulders.

“Hello, darling,” he spoke in a sultry voice, placing a soft kiss to your forehead as he held you in his muscular arms.

“K-Kao—” you quickly realize your soon-to-be mistake and fix it, “Cherry.”

His eyes shrink as he laughs, endearingly, admiring the flustered and confused look you were portraying.

“Is this why you and Joe were being so weird earlier today?” You asked, cheek pressed against his slim, toned chest.

“Indeed, my love. What do you think? Definitely brings back some memories of the old days,” he lifts your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“I love it. It’s perfect. You’re perfect,” you smile brightly, eyes lustrous. Pushing yourself up on your toes, you whisper into his ear, “You also look really hot.” You quickly pull away, turning a vibrant red.

“I think you broke her,” Joe told his friend, placing a heavy hand on the pink-nette’s shoulder.

After the supposed one occurrence surprise, you began to avidly ask him to wear his piercings, loving how attractive and domineering he looked in them. If he denied, you would ask him to, at least, tie his hair in the relaxed half up half down hairdo. He didn’t mind the different hairstyle as much as he did the piercings so it became a normal look for him. The only times he would willingly put on his piercings were when he was going to “S” or when the two of you were safe in the comfort of your own home, for research purposes.

[gloombeauty]

Madonna's daughter released new music. Review it or make me laugh. Give me something. 💀

Michael Jackson's daughter released music too. Same as above. 💀

#NEPOTISM

I had to look the music up on Youtube. I had no idea that ‘the daughters of’ had released music. 

My reaction two both “singers” sums up in one gif:

It really isn’t a laughing matter because there’s legit talent out there in the shadows being moved to the side because the daughter of so and so is now a singer. 

1 - Paris Jackson: This girl is gorgeous. I prefer her as a model/actress tbh. Not that she’s a great actress or model but she’s better at doing those things then music. Her voice is terrible. No tone, no emotion no stage prescence. 

If you think I’m kidding: 

No voice or charisma even in a professionally done music video:

The video isn’t new btw. 

Gorgeous girl, but she has no buisness doing music or standing behind a microphone. She’s taking the spot of a talented person (or band) who should have that spot on stage. 

Go enjoy dad’s money and stop wasting people’s time. 

2 - Lola Leon. Another gorgeous girl. This one actualy went to school, graduated and has been working as a professional dancer for some time. She looks just like her mom. Has charisma and the cool factor. Great dancer. Photogenic too. That’s it. 

Sadly, Lola’s (Lolahol...lol )  voice is terrible too. 

I remember her saying not too long ago “As for music, I can sing. I just don’t care about it. Maybe it’s too close to home.” 

Meanwhile, there’s someone out there who thinks and breathes music 24/7, is talented but will never have the chances that these two girls have. Lola even said “I just don’t care about it” so then why is she doing music? 

It’s funny how she thinks she can sing.  

At least she looks gorgeous in the video: 

[sugar-petals]

♡ måneskin scenario: getting to know ethan 

↳ NOTE. by popular demand and because i’m entirely enthralled by the phenomenon that is ethan torchio myself, here we go givin’ the gorgeous drummer some love.

word count. 5.5k

TAGS. no warnings all fluff, fem!oc, slice of life, photographer!reader, first date-ish, shy flirting, ot4 is part of the plot, ethan being sexy in heels

Jacob had enough of that twilight bullshit and joined a glam rock band. At least that’s what you thought seeing Ethan around for the first time. Setting up the kit, carrying his whiny band members around, fixing his ruffle shirt, chugging some water: Big gig tonight, extra long setlist. Five minutes later, complaining about his brocade shoes being hard to kick the bass drum with. Even later, silently nodding along to an impassioned Damiano speech crafted to boost the morale, and posing for your camera in his silver jumpsuit. Friendly to approach all the way, but without initiating stable eye contact even once.

One thing’s for sure. As your favorite professor said back at university: Someone may be photogenic and unearthly as hell in terms of looks, and even be intimidating — but also so damn shy, you won’t see their eyes a single time. „Gotta work with it and not against. Then it gets interesting“. In essence, the takeaway from that course. Which does come in handy now. Ethan seems like the kind of guy you really have to get into for a more intimate-feeling picture.

Sure, many people in front of your camera have all kinds of introverted personalities anyway, wearing sunglasses in particular. So much about eye contact in the first place. And the aesthetic is priority, not studying character. Although you really are a fan of that, it’s a huge part of photography if anything. Alas, you’re here to „capture nothing more but the spirit of italo-rock, the attitude, the hedonism!“ (the exact words of your boss) for a music magazine after all. Really, nothing more? You paid attention to how he worded it. Fair enough. Rock spirit, that’s all, the exciting parts.

Ethan surely has it. Drumming on everything he can find during rehearsal breaks („music is everywhere“) with his sticks, even Thomas’ amplifier. He’s actually dorkier than you thought, less composed when he’s in his element. First impressions do deceive. The hair’s hard to miss, too. It’s the central motif that attracts you. You may or may not have taken over 50 shots of it just because. Ethan is a bad bitch and he better know. You climb around the venue to get any salient angle of Måneskin you can think of. Even from all the way back, last row. You don’t want to annoy them being all up in their face constantly. You’re hired to get all the good shots, they’ve been a band for seven years already, professionals in the making. Doesn’t mean you have to stand below the edge of the stage and never change position.

Even from back there, the silver reflects beautifully at the back of the stage. The fashion’s all designer and it shows, but Ethan couldn’t look bad in any of the shots even if he tried or wore the plainest black suit (hell, that would be just as beautiful in fact). Just how long is that hair anyway. All the way down to the solar plexus, must be 24 inches or more. 25, even. Many rockers would wear it that way, but Ethan seems particularly interesting with how he touches it, how he behaves with it. There we go again with the character study, you can’t help wondering.

But really. It’s any photographer’s dream when someone moves their hair around so damn naturally. Gives a great variety to how it frames and shades the face. You like to play with light all the time. And hey, why ask for eye contact when he does even better posing in other ways. The body, too, Ethan’s posture is great. Victoria and Thomas often bend to really get into their power chords, Damiano frequently hunches forward for a belt. But Ethan’s throned at his kit like some royals taught him to be a good boy. Back straighter than a pole, how the hell.

No glance in your direction still, even if you return from your last row spot to move around on stage with the camera. Which gives the band a motivation boost and chances to try out gestures up close, too, so even better. Hey, maybe it doesn’t annoy them. You can actually get used to it, this way of photographing them is all dynamic. Nearing the end of the first rehearsal, you’re all busy maneuvering between Thomas and Damiano to get a nice semi-profile from Ethan’s left side. Gotta work with it not against, you chant to yourself as a mantra, and it seems easier to stick to than you thought.

How glossy all that hair is commands all the attention of your shutter release in and of itself. That he takes good care of it and has been growing it since forever shows a dedicated guy. It’s actually quite wavy. The band arrived in the pouring rain and Ethan’s curly strands at the crown and nape of the head were definitely showing — super cute. An army of stylists took on the resulting humidity frizz. They whipped out the straightening iron and protective spray, and even now before the big performance, Ethan brushes his hair out in front of you, and sweeps it around with his fingers anyway. You take pictures of the bits you find most candid, and decide to rather perfect single shots instead of making several in a row. The more you photograph him, the more you want to discover his essence in one picture. His sheer presence almost begs for it, it’s ridiculous.

Victoria on the other hand has no problems with rapid-fire releases and comes close to your lens to pull funny faces. She’s got some of the coolest poses you’ve ever seen with her bass, and hops around the stage like a bunny to the beat. Thomas is a virtuoso and pro who keeps on doing what he does when you make him pose, and Damiano can flirt with any camera ever. He even lowers his red leather jacket off his collar bones for you to have a great shot. He’s promising and most definitely a born divo, your boss will be happy with those pictures most definitely.

Then again. Behind that supposed hedonism is so much hard work and thought. Damiano even gives you ideas for angles during the second rehearsal. „Hm, maybe stand on the amplifier?“ Eagle perspective, not a bad idea at all. After trying out said suggestions with the help of triggered stage security making sure you don’t fall off the construction („eh, Damiano always suggests the most reckless things to staff, don’t mind him“), you find yourself concentrating on what goes on at the back of the stage all over again.

Ethan is busy practicing a new solo which has you curious about whether it’s for an upcoming album. Though again — the shoes cause trouble. Ethan complains again, the music stops. That could very well be the reason why he seems so preoccupied today, or is it? The manager tells the stylist, and the stylist hurries, voilà, Ethan has a new pair of shoes brought in. Ones with a thicker sole, bit of a chunky heel, and laced up rather than being slippers, a drummer’s worst nightmare as you have learned today.

You wait until he changed. Then snap some more pictures how he continues practicing calmly, and the sound did improve since he can kick the bass drum better now. Now you position yourself across the stage all over, in the empty audience ranks. Ethan is the most radiant and confident when you just take a step back. But well, he still sweeps his hair around a whole lot and looks even more tense-looking than Damiano who’s doing vocal warmups and jumping jacks, „Come on guys, come on, we’re starting in 30 minutes!“.

You can tell he does it more often when he’s nervous. And that means he does it very often. People would probably assume it’s vanity, or the fact that the hair gets in the way. You can see that for him it’s a place of distraction, maybe safety. A gesture like an anchor. He’s used to it being long just like his eye shadow being dark and smoky all day. He knows the drums by heart, if it falls in his face no need to shake it away. And besides. The strands reach below his shoulder blades, it stays down his back if he doesn’t move around too much. He could easily tie it up as well. All those things go through your mind without you even knowing why.

To switch things up a little, you photograph Thomas fooling around with Victoria at the snack bar, stuffing fries up their noses, and already see the lighting technicians do their final check. Some of them you know briefly, you made shots at this venue before, last year for a Shakespeare theatre play. You did some freelance work in the scene, but now you’re put to the test for more involved jobs. Hard to complain though, Måneskin are amazing in front of the camera. If Damiano is not the ideal Hamlet, you don’t know anymore.

Something new happens all the time, the expressions are priceless. Ethan’s in particular, when he does his wide-eyed surprise faces learning that there’s actually healthy food at the snack bar. „Vitamins, how nice.“ — Thomas, pokerfaced, reacts with eating a mayonnaise-dripping sandwich. Ethan, unfazed. Headed straight to the fruits. You’ve never seen a tall silver glitter tower like him walking around biting a bright red apple. Well, you can take Jacob out of twilight, but not the twilight out of Jacob. Snap, another picture. Clash of words, that’s a nice theme.

The concert of this evening seems particularly energetic and leaves your camera roll with some brilliant, tweet-worthy material. Damiano covered in confetti, eyeliner running. Victoria on the shoulders of Ethan while he’s playing her bass.  Thomas, stagediving. Fans waving banners and chanting along to Seven Nation Army. Your ears are ringing when the light technicians close down the stage two hours later. Thomas really played his soul out with the solos, and your feet seem to vibrate. That’s your body thinking Victoria’s bass is still playing, but the magazine is very happy with how the pictures turned out after you send the whole batch to them as soon as you can.

Little to no retouching, zooming, or cropping necessary. Ethan is just perfect as he is, you feel like you captured him well. After swiping through the gallery on your tablet, you think Victoria has some great ant’s eye perspective shots as well. Those go right on your own blog, she’s just amazing. The magazine has an enthusiastic article typed out already. Damiano’s mid-air split on beat for the final song makes the cover story on Monday, and Måneskin’s manager comes back to you a week later. „What would you think about doing some behind the scenes stuff for us? We’re planning a music video!“

And that’s how you end up in a Sicilian restaurant with Måneskin and crew a week later, stuffed with Calzone and mind filled with Damiano’s inspiring words (and the occasional catchy freestyle rap). The MV is as good as finished. Thomas had shown you around the mansion they were shooting at, and you could convince a taciturn  Ethan to walk between the marble statues and boxwood trees in the garden. With his black cape on, a rhinestone choker, and the low-cut lacey blouse that the MV director was obsessed with as well, asking you to focus on it. Your best shot even ends up in the thumbnail of the Youtube video without you even expecting it would.

All the garden pictures turned out mindblowing. If not iconic, the best project you had so far. Gets to show you the best things are often improvised. Ethan, stoic as always, sat at the base of armor-clad Emperor Augustus twisting into the blue sky in a large gesture. The marble was a perfect contrast. Ethan ate a ripe pear from a tree, even that was aesthetically pleasing, then leaned against a hunting Apollo, and you also framed him from the back next to Aphrodite and Cesar. He put on his sunglasses underneath Achilles, and knelt at the feet of a Pietà replica. Marvelous panorama shots, with him the shining center. Well, we know since Queen that the drummer is the unrealistically pretty one.

The whole picture series is blowing up on your blog for the whole afternoon. „Count Dracula on a stroll in Versailles — eugh, begone sunlight!“ is what a comment neatly sums it up as. People seem to especially like the shot where Ethan playfully put his cape over Pallas Athena’s spear with a blurry Thomas having a laughing fit in the background. Well, even Count Drac gets photobombed sometimes. Your phone buzzes with notifications every other minute, you do notice it against your thigh. But the insalata of the restaurant is good and the night is young. Victoria and the manager tell old stories of Thomas snapping a guitar string while he was trying to serenade a highschool crush. Ethan scolds them for making fun of it.

Damiano gets drunk and dances on the table, the MV director discusses new ideas, some walk-in fans take pictures. The temperature is still unbearable. You order a dessert to share with Victoria and Ethan. A large tiramisu that the waiter cuts in three pieces, and it’s truly delectable. The chocolate, so crunchy, melty. The cream, fluffy and cool, making for a funny white beard that makes Ethan look like an arctic scientist returning from an expedition.

Of course, you take pictures, all the food is documented. As are late night restaurant shots with Damiano’s heels peaking into the frame when you photograph the band’s friendship bracelets, hand-made by Victoria on a tour bus last year. Damiano’s back down on the table soon, singing, while Ethan creates a beat with two forks. Thomas also agrees to take your camera for a while so you’d be in the frame for a change, too.

You pose for a group picture, or rather a group hug, and being in the middle …Ethan’s arm wraps around your shoulder loosely, hair dangling into his face, but also brushing yours. He focuses on the camera, facing away from you. The schooled eye could catch you breaking a sweat in the resulting photo. Ironically, the tiramisu doesn’t cool you down the way you thought. Thomas is too busy trying to figure out your camera dials and yelling „hey eyebrow king, smile!“ at Ethan.

A round of even more gelato goes down in spoons and spoons. The band members eat like they ran a marathon. Ethan clinches a third round because he can, unhealthy be damned, he needs some sugar and refreshment. And it’s true the MV shooting was strenuous in the heat, and had lots of intense performing parts. Even an invisible rope suspension were Thomas would descend from a ceiling during the chorus with little cherub wings attached to his back because why not. If the manager agreed to recreate this on tour some day, the pictures would be amazing.

You can’t help but think what kind of special effect would suit Ethan the most, and you come to the conclusion that a bridge lift would be the coolest thing ever. A rising part of the stage letting him emerge like an elevator from the underground.  Maybe using smoke machines, too. The idea twirls around in your mind so intensely, Damiano asks if you’re wasted. You’re always getting carried away with all kinds of fantasies like that for over a week now. A dreamy photographer? Not unusual, but it’s seriously distracting you from the present moment.

The crew slowly heads home, and the band decides (translation: Victoria’s mood is) to head to the movies. Just when the waiter arrives with the bill, Damiano spills panna cotta all over Ethan by accident. So bad he’s all sticky from the shoulders down, making Ethan opt for the hotel instead. Besides, he’s been drumming his soul out, sleep is so needed now. Since the group is already gone and there’s still a forgotten cymbal left to carry back to the equipment bus by the hotel, you help Ethan maneuver it around. The heat is making either of you sweat, even with the full dark of the night coming up.

The gaffer lady you’re sharing a hotel room with is already fast asleep. Damn it. You want to cut a video and make screenshots with the laptop being decently bright. And with some volume if possible, you don’t find headphones in the darkness of the room. Ethan clears the desk in his own room for you after removing his make-up. He looks so young and beautiful and tired.

You type and drag and double click yourself through the video and do some last blog updates to deal with all the notifications. Ethan lends you some headphones, but you only keep them on one ear. The humming is too nice to ignore. Nor do you know what to even expect. The bathroom door is open, Ethan is topless washing the lace blouse by hand. Only wearing bellbottom pants and his lace choker — nothing else. He’s fully immersed in his task. He even adds some other shirts and silk scarves into the soap water along the way while he’s at it.

You’ve never seen someone do their own laundry so systematically. Ethan looks like Prince Caspian at the sink, wielding the almond soap bar like his weapon of choice against the enemies of Narnia (the devious panna cotta that’s still sticking to everything). He might be all mysterious, but he’s well able to curse all kinds of things. You tease Ethan for dropping his gentlemanly behavior for a stain of dessert. Ethan insists you sound like Thomas trying to test him with his slick comebacks, which makes you laugh. The blog has calmed down a little and your eyes hurt from editing, so you call it a day and send one last e-mail.

Ethan is drowning in bubbles at this point. The whole room smells like fabric softener. He thanks you for helping him carry around the equipment earlier. In return, you say grazie for him being your perfect muse in the garden today. Philosopher he is, Ethan remarks how Måneskin is usually the one searching for muses, now he ended up one himself — „Maybe not a bad thing, eh. Become the thing you want or something.“ That’s way too deep for a summer night in Sicily, and both of you need a huge portion of sleep. Tomorrow, lots of schedule. You do find yourself wanting to help lick that dessert off his chest. No way you’d tell him.

Ethan waddles off to shower after a crooked, reserved smile for a good night departure. When you close the door to your room and start brushing your teeth, the other members’ voices emerge in the hotel corridor — they’ve returned from the movies. Damiano is even more wasted than before and audibly sings. „You’ve looked at the photographer lady in a certain way earlier, huh. I saw, I saw!“ Victoria does a loud ‚shh‘ noise, and the stoic reply is a simple „Sleep, Damiano, you’ve had too much.“ Thomas giggles, and four doors click shut. Damiano’s singing is now muffled for two minutes until it’s silent. How the fuck can you even sleep after hearing that.

You assumed that Ethan would treat you differently the next morning, in whatever shape or form. But he doesn’t. The greeting is short as it would always be, and he informs you that he did manage to wash out the sugary clay from his clothes as he puts it. Damiano says nothing, adjusts his rings. Thomas randomly pulls zippers at his packed-up equipment. Victoria headed to the car already. Downtown to a studio it goes. The group gets styled to perfection, twenty minutes later they make a reaction video to the newly released MV teaser. Ethan talks about enjoying the sculptures in the garden.

Three hours down the line, you shoot some promotional pictures of them at a pool. Thomas has the time of his life perfecting his diving board skills, and Damiano creates the musical background, singing and prancing. The aerials would make literal perfect editorial-in-VOGUE material. In the meantime, Victoria dozes in the sun. Ethan dives. Sometimes just sitting at the bottom of the pool, othertimes swimming back and forth. The art director suggests you to go into the water, too. He’s right, the perspective works out well this way.

You’re basically standing in there with your flowy pantalon pants and camisole, using a waterproof camera. Your bikini is back at the hotel. It doesn’t matter, everything will dry quickly, the others went in the pool with clothes as well. And you’re all too wrapped up in your passion in the first place. You marvel at how fun the whole scenery looks through your lens. Their outfits are cropped and luminous, today’s color is bright red. You order the lighting assistant back and forth, get some more great Thomas frames where he tosses around a volleyball that the manager brought along. Less rock than usual, but it works. Måneskin at a pool in Sicily.

Damiano splashes water around like crazy. Victoria joins the fun as well, splashing right back. It’s infernal. Well, those are going to be dynamic pictures, you think, and the cameraman never dies, so. Ethan resurfaces every other minute, wiping the chlorine from his eyes. He slicks his hair back with both hands, looking down his body learning how his shirt has become completely transparent. He covers his chest with his hair, quickly, then submerges again. It’s strange. Being topless is usually no big deal in Måneskin.

Almost 12 o’clock. Thomas and Damiano wander off to work on some lyrics, probably the title that the drum solo is part of. All top secret. Victoria returns to her sun lounger, checking her phone. The crew heads for lunch, but you stay in the water, gladly you put sunscreen on earlier. You ask Ethan to try some seated or floating poses at the bottom of the pool that you saw him practice earlier. „No worries, keep your eyes closed.“

What unfolds before you is the most beautiful thing. Ethan’s shirt fans out like a red jellyfish underwater, playing around his body. His figure is just enviable. He gets the hang of it and knows quite how to move. Or rather, to remain stable when the pose is perfect. Hands above his head, horizontal, or seated, only one foot  lightly sweeping over the pool floor, or on one knee, as if he proposed.

Raising his arms helps him sink down and settle, as if he immersed himself in deep meditation. Although the purpose of meditating is to be present, isn’t it. And that’s what he feels like. Ethan would normally switch on autopilot for most of his public interactions, now he’s alive and fully in the concentrated movements of the photoshoot. So much about improvising all over again. The hair creates the most incredible shapes like a black, wide brushstroke, clearly outlined. Thank god you have the waterproof camera. These are moments you’ll never forget.

Your blog notifications keep on bleeping throughout the afternoon. The promotional pictures are a hit. Måneskin’s manager is basically waving five new contracts in front of your face at dinner, but you’re kind of spaced out again. The cozy, rose-ranked atmosphere of the street café you went to is inspiring, and the members dressed up in the most fancy suitwear. Men in Black? Måneskin in Black. It’s almost as if fate read your mind. Ethan is looking at you very intently from across the table when the minestrone is served.

Pasta shells, parsley, vegetables and basil leaves. The scent surrounds the entire table. Damiano, in serious mode tonight, is too busy finding new rhymes and an alternative chorus with Thomas who wildly brainstorms. Victoria drinks, loudly chats with the gaffer lady that you share a room with, and they use a leaf of a palm tree pot plant to tickle Damiano. Thomas plays the acoustic guitar. Ethan and you end up smiling briefly at another. „Bon apetit,“ you say. It’s almost 34° celsius. That’s going to be an entire pile of cheesecake gelato tonight.

Five signed contracts later and halfway through a hefty caprese cake, the title song is finished. An ode to Marlena, fierce like the Mediterranean sea. The piece certainly sounds exactly like this place. Strangers listen to Damiano performing bits and pieces, but you decide to disperse when too many cellphones come out. Damiano wants to go to a bar, Thomas and Victoria carry home their guitars, or to the hotel to be exact, and bags of newly shopped vintage clothes. You ask Ethan if there are any cinemas around the area. „We missed out last time, remember.“

The Palazzo Theater is a small and hidden insider tip far from the main street with its busy beach tourists. Under bulbous metal balconies and peach-colored facades, a small entrance with lanterns on each side guides you inward. Ethan almost hits his head, it’s so low. He’s wearing glossy red bottoms under his suit pants, you’re out and about with a 6’2 giant after all — a statue by himself. A small man with a pipe sells you cheap tickets for a Mads Mikkelsen movie and lemonade, Ethan picks up an XXXL caramel popcorn bucket. You think he’s flexing, but you get a sudden heureka by looking at it twice.

Unlike the S, M, and L bags, it’s thick cardboard and drum-shaped. Oh my god, obviously. Which fine percussionist could ever resist such temptation striped in red and white, the sound deep and dull? It makes you smile how Ethan pursues his instrument even when he seemingly doesn’t, it really has to be a hobby at heart. That’s how a job becomes a profession, and a profession a vocation, your uni professor’s other favorite words all over again. The latter’s words have gotten you far so you again trust the insight that came to you through that quote.

Seeing Ethan standing there, you can almost see the childlike joy at imagining it being empty and ready to get turned around. A tuxedo Italian with Louboutin heels and a ginormous popcorn drum, half past eleven somewhere in Palermo: Ingenious combination, you snap a picture. Ethan makes a cute face, posing like a pinup of the 50s. Who knows how many vintage store posters he’s seen during tours, he must have picked it up there. And— Is he blushing? Must be the dim lights in here.

Off you go to the auditorium. Ethan, who balance the popcorn with all care in the world like it’s his baby, walks the aisle slower than you. The slim steps don’t have any floor lighting. Not very heel-friendly, but since it’s not a huge budget theater and few people dare spike heels on those cobblestones outside anyway, the stairs shall be forgiven. You take out your phone and offer your arm. For every gentleman it takes a gentlewoman, duh. Like rock’n’roll and the camera staff, chivalry (or shevalry as Damiano calls it when Vic holds the door open) never dies. He mumbles a thanks, you climb upward to the fourth-last row, Ethan holds on tight.

No ankles twisted and not one popcorn spilled, you get seated on red velvet. The chairs are dated, but nevertheless ultra comfortable. Nobody else is here. The adverts roll, Ethan cracks open the lemonade bottle caps with his chunky golden lighter because he can. You toast to Mads Mikkelsen’s bone structure and good minestrone, Måneskin’s finished title track, the promo pics, and the discovery of Ethan’s favorite new drum. A whopping five things to toast about? The night’s going to be great.

Damiano catwalking across the screen, wearing a Versace skirt in the middle of otherwise-boring commercials does shake you up. He was picked as a testimonial recently. Though, your pulse is high enough. Ethan’s hair is brushing against your shoulders, not to mention his goddamn massive arms. He can’t get out a single word either for the entirety of the ads, avoiding eye contact all over again. Just how much suspense can starting to eat the first popcorn have. Well, you pick two  from the very top and start munching.

Mads does a great job opening the movie as one would expect, but you just can’t concentrate. Instead, you stress-eat popcorn. Which makes Ethan do the same thing, at least he’s somewhat fixated on the screen. After the first ten minutes, he shakes his head. „That makes no sense at all,“ he clears his throat. „Yeah, yeah it  clearly doesn’t,“ you agree, basically on Torchio-autopilot yourself for the lack of a better reply. You were too busy figuring out the components of his aftershave rather than the thin plot. Shifting in your seat, chugging lemonade…

The air conditioning is scarce, but at least the screen is quite large and proper. You try to focus on the cinematography and do small talk about it. If there’s something you can comment on without having followed the string of action, it’s at least this.  You might be nervous, but you’re still a photographer. „Um, isn’t this chainmail nice in the closeup?“ — „Hm, I guess it works. We should ask Damiano to request something like this from Versace.“ — „Medieval Måneskin Rockers?“ — „Something like that.“ — „Hilarious.“

By the twenty-minute mark, the popcorn drum is almost empty. Gladly, that stuff just shrinks to bits in the stomach. The lemonade just has to galvanize it. You might be able to distract yourself with the camera shots and the last caramel chunks, but that doesn’t change Ethan’s long legs and Acqua di Parma perfume next to you. Yep, you finally figured out what it was, it wasn’t the aftershave. And well. Ethan smells like hotel soap from Milano to Napoli and back.

That scent basically dominates all the others besides a hint of cigar and basil and citrus-y deodorant mixed with runny sweat. God fuck, you can barely stand it. And the almond scent. You take a chance to at least jokingly point it out to him. The random movie flashback sequence is boring — and just as nonsensical as before, no offense to Mads though, he’s just walking around in chain mail — enough to deviate from whatever choppy convo you had going on before.

„I actually washed it twice,“ Ethan pulls off the silky scarf that functions as his current tie, and you recognize it. „The strawberry sauce was hard, but the cranberries… God no, I’ll never go near pana cotta again. Nothing against cream desserts.“ You take the scarf, smell it. Did he literally just hand it to you? Figures, he’s sweating bullets, too. And oh shit, he hasn’t talked that much all evening.

You slowly shift from bodies turned to the screen to facing each other. So up close, so up front, only God can help you know. His eyes are dark and reflective of the film’s flickering lights and changing scenes. You wish you could photograph them on sight. It would be as glimmering as your view from the hotel room, overwatching the unobstructed stars of the Mediterranean bay down the boulevard.

But it’s like you’re stuck in your position this way, feverishly thinking about a reply. What to pick up on, what to pick up on. You think about today, the evening where you edited things in his room. „Uh well, drop your laundry in the pool next time,“ you laugh, more than tentative, with your fingers randomly curling around the scarf. „The chlorine stuff will do the job for you. It’s so aggressive, it bleached by pants one shade lighter.“

Saved. Smooth transaction. Phew. „Oh, the pool was horrible. Not the photos, I mean… I don’t know how you can poison water that way.“ — „I know right? It’s still in my nose. But yeah, was a good idea with the underwater thing. The photos turned out really well.“ — „I really haven’t done something like that before but I guess it turned out hm, nice?“ — „Come on! Nice is understated. Are you fishing for compliments?“ — „No no, by all means!“ — „The one kneeling. It’s my favorite. I don’t even know what to do with all these pictures.“

„I don’t know. Maybe keep them?“ — „Keep… for what?“ — „It’s a separate series, right. The art director didn’t request it. Maybe they can be used for something later on during promotions.“ — „Yeah. We’re always a little extracurricular,“ you laugh again, tense in your voice, and empty your lemonade completely. „This, too,“ Ethan points at the theatre in general. „You’re good to talk to. The better version of alone time.“ — „Thank you. You’re great to go out with. I… really like it.“ Beautiful nature scenes show on screen, but they’re nothing but a blur. You take Ethan’s hands in the dark and smile. „Maybe we should do it more often.“

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[someonemadeofstardust]

the star signs as people from my life

aries: some of my favourite people. the hard workers (although a lot of the hard work goes unnoticed because it’s pretty under-the-surface, behind-the-scenes, feet-paddling-under-the-water stuff). absolutely beautiful, unfairly photogenic. a good sense of style that’s also constantly changing. more sensitive than you’d think. naturally quite athletic. neat freaks. easiest people to hold a conversation with (mostly because they laugh at anything and make you feel better about your jokes). although they seem like they’re always happy and easygoing, they are some of the worst people at opening up. you’ll never know anything’s wrong until, one day, you see them crack and it sucks.

taurus: underappreciated people. they’re actually more talkative than you’d think; their voices are just quiet. quick to laugh. incredibly loyal. the “hey, i noticed you look down, is everything all good?”, “it’s okay, i’ll wait” friends. very distinct personalities (i don’t really know how to explain this but they’re the kind of person who, when you see a tiktok or something, you just clearly think it’s them). calming presence. they don’t all have cold hands but they give cold hands vibes, yknow? they give off big “friends to lovers” vibes; like, i can’t imagine them dating someone who wasn’t first a friend.

gemini: they have a bad rep for being two-faced but, honestly, i don’t see it. again, they’re some of my favourite people. very good at noticing changes in mood + being tactful about it. fast to get super excited (and super loud) about things. they’ll sit with you on the bad days and laugh with you on the good ones (basically, they’re really great friends). even when you push them away, they’re the ones who’ll stay, just at a distance, and they’ll understand. underrated sense of humour - very witty. smart. 

cancer: personally, i think they’re the most closed-box sign (does that make sense?). they never (completely) open up to people. or if they do, they usually end up regretting it. good liars. the coolest people - they own record players and shave their heads and have cool style and are beloved by their friends. i just want them to be okay. probably still awake at 2am. probably still awake at 2am because they’re crying. super low self-esteem which doesn’t make sense because.... seriously.... have you ever seen a cancer, they’re gorgeous. touch-starved. very, very, very loyal; they get super attached to their friends. usually in a corner at a party - but they’re very good at being social in their corners, if that makes sense.

leo: i don’t really know how to describe it but i know a lot of leos and they’re all just so distinctly leos but i can’t figure out what it is that makes them leos and it’s frustrating me. they all give off the vibe that they have a “sense of responsibility” if that makes sense? they have really distinct - but also really witty - senses of humour. clear plans for the future. fast bounce-back. a little too scared of being unloveable and dying alone (because they’re all convinced it’s going to happen). awkward but in a comfortable way. the most loyal people. they also have a lot of stuff going on under the surface and they’ll usually allude to it but never share all of the details. very active on group chats. 

virgo: my experience with virgos is limited. all my friends used to be virgos and then i became an introvert and now i associate only with people not born in september. from memory, they’re all fairly loud, life-of-the-party people. very loyal friends - most of the time, you’ll notice that their closest friendships (not friendship groups) don’t change very often. outdoorsy people. not exactly photogenic but also very photogenic at the same time. hard workers (you don’t always expect it but they really do try their best). passionate. funny.

libra: the best flirts. the stereotype is true. they’re also the life-of-the-party but not necessarily in an obvious way. just... they’re fun to be around so people want to be around them. conversations flow naturally - usually a lot of teasing. lots of random skills/talents that one day you’ll find out about and be like... “woah okay”. effortlessly smart - usually, they’ll be able to pull through most things with minimal work. adaptable. they definitely, definitely hold grudges so never get on a libra’s bad side, not unless you want all of their friends to also hate you. good at keeping in touch with people. the best inside jokes - six years later and it’ll still be funny.

scorpio: i mean... i know scorpios but i also don’t know scorpios. they’re pretty quiet (and some people say that they’re intimidating) before you get to know them but, as soon as they’re comfortable around you, you’d be surprised by how loud they can be. not necessarily talkative, just loud. not afraid to be mean to you. they have the longest-lasting friendships - not necessarily out of loyalty, just out of a fear of strangers. lots of obscure talents. very artistic. there’s always going to be a lot of long silences with them but not in an awkward way. reliable.

sagittarius: they get bored easily but they’re also super terrified of abandonment so, together, not the best combo for stable relationships (which includes friendship). they have a lot of close friends but also, no close friends, because they push and pull people regularly. say “i want to travel” 24/7. actually, they say a lot of things and don’t actually go through with them. their self-esteem is so low it’s a little concerning. give random compliments all the time. they hate being touched but also love being touched - it really changes at any given time, according to just how sad they are at any given moment. terrible at hiding their emotions but equally terrible at opening up (so you always know that something’s wrong but never know exactly what’s wrong until they eventually tell you seven months later). give them 10 business days to reply to your texts.

capricorn: i really don’t think i’ve ever had a close capricorn friend. or even just a capricorn friend. they’re usually extroverted but not the loud kind of extrovert - they’re happy just being with their friends, sitting back and listening to the conversation, only contributing occasionally. they laugh easily. supportive, reliable. funny but not noticeably so - the kind of person who mumbles sarcastic comments and makes the person sitting beside them crack up.

aquarius: aggressive as fuck. if they don’t like you, you’ll know. and if they don’t like something, everyone will know; they literally have no filter - which is funny if you’re their friend and annoying if you’re not. very, very loyal. they will not hesitate to start a fight on your behalf. pretty outdoorsy people. they’re also definitely not straight. they have super strong opinions and it’s pretty hard to get them to change them. really random taste in music - if you ever stalk their spotify, you’ll see the most unexpected songs in there. they’re actually super easy to talk to - they laugh easily and are pretty encouraging in conversations, as long as they like you. they get angry, instead of sad.

pisces: they will tell you anything. literally the biggest oversharers but in the funniest way. very touchy people - just drawing patterns on your leg, comparing hand sizes, plaiting your hair. they give “old soul” vibes - like, holding eye contact, running into forests, long skirts and dresses and hair. intimidating because of all that big dick energy. again, cold hands vibes. they’ll send you lots of random tiktoks. reads fantasy and smut. no sense of shame. seriously the most beautiful people - not photogenic but that just means they amaze you when you see them in real life because they’re genuinely stunning.

[genshingarbage]

Withering Snowdrops Part 2

@insolcewinter demanded a part 2 and I live to serve - Mod Kaeya

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You’d learned eventually after getting discharged from the church that the man who had saved you was named Albedo.

It sounded familiar, if a bit in a negative way (you seriously hoped it wasn’t awkward for him to be in this situation given how weird it must be) but for the most part he was friendly with you on the rare occasions you did see him. He travelled with a lovely group of people who seemed to have began to make it a point to stop by your house outside of Mondstat whenever they were headed to or from the large city. You didn’t really mind since you were basically halfway in between the borders of Liyue and Mondstat so you guessed it was only fair that in exchange for lodgings they would clear out the nearby Hilichurl camps to prevent them from messing with your livestock. They were always rowdy, gluttonous and blew in like a hurricane before disappearing with only fond farewells and gifts of knickknacks they’d found on their adventure.

It was lonely without them there honestly, especially without the scientist you’d come to know.

You couldn’t remember anything from your old life, not family members, not a job. Nothing. You only knew you must have been an upstanding citizen because you’d been given this house without so much of a fuss about it.

Maybe that’s why whenever he was here he tried his best to avoid causing trouble, he’d bid you good morning and if you offered tea he would sit with you on the deck that overlooked the pastures and Mondstat if he didn’t think you were busy but he never asked you for any favors. He…hardly spoke at all actually.

It was like he was scared of something or hesitant. You noticed it especially now, meeting his gorgeous turquoise eyes in the setting sun.

“Albedo I really do must ask why whenever you see me it’s as if you’re looking at a ghost.”

Your words must have surprised him because he jumped a little, eyes flicking away to hide the fact he’d been caught staring again. “You look similar to an old friend I suppose is all.”

 You grunted, shifting in your seat on the wicker chair as you sharpened his very blunted broadsword. What did he do with it, smash it against rocks?

“I…”

Your curious eyes left the whetstone and metal to meet his figure, staring off at the dying light in the distance. He looked pensive as usual. Photogenic bastard.

“I found this on Dragonspine a couple weeks ago. I thought you might like it.” It was then you realized he’d been fiddling with something in his hands for awhile now, you must’ve dismissed it for the cup of chocolate milk you’d given him awhile ago instead. He handed it over gingerly but his face was somber again and he was even quicker to draw his hand back from touching yours.

It was an emblem, one that the research team tended to carry around to attest their rank and involvement in the investigation that was going on at Dragonspine. The dull sheen of the metal reflected the little bit of light left from the slumbering sun in a minuscule way despite the sharp awkward way it was bent in. It was probably damaged, by what you could never tell. What you could tell though is that Albedo seemed disappointed in your lack of response to it beyond curiosity…this was about your past life wasn’t it?

“What happened to it?”

He stared at you as if unsure why you would inquire further about it, “It’s old so I’m not quite sure.”

You smiled softly at him and he swore his heart stopped. He didn’t deserve to see such a gorgeous sight, even as you gently held the last fragments of your previous life he so selfishly gave you.

The only other thing his eyes could focus on in that moment, the only thing they could bear to diver to was the glimmering vision resting on your chest you’d earned not long after you had left the church. The vision that he now saw as a symbol of all the things he had done wrong to you. Had he kept you in the lab too much? Had he said too many things wrong to you? The fact he had neglected you felt like it was seared onto his soul, the fact that he had brought you such anguish felt like thorns under his skin. The fact that…that you two had been so close to one another and he had let you get so hurt felt like burning cinders slip through his fingers. Thoughts of self hate, of haughty accusations that he was late and he needed to let you go because of his past failures began to pressure him. It wasn’t hard for you to tell that he was beginning to become distant again, that he was beginning to feel that need to leave and adventure again.

Why was he so far away from you?

“It’s gorgeous, even broken like this.”

“I suppose so.”

There was a silence between you both for a time as your words and thoughts fought amongst each other for dominance, a sense of wanting to be closer but the feeling that you both were darting away from each other like unsure fillies in the middle of a paddock. Finally, you relented in a bold move.

“Albedo.” Your voice startled him out of his reverie, “Come to Mondstat and shop with me tomorrow. I need opinions on what I should bake before you guys leave.”

“I-I…”

It was painful to watch his eyes divert again, hesitation and nervousness eating at his beautiful mind again.

“…Alright.”

The word was quiet, as if he daren’t speak too loud. As if he had spoken too loud you would have slipped away again.

[alwayspondering]

Promenade and Photographs

V x MC (Nala) | MysMe RBB

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Jihyun took in a breath of crisp fall air, the smell of fresh flowers misted over by rain enveloping him. Sunflowers. Lilac. Violets. This moment seemed too good to be true. Far too good, too pure, too lovely. Too full of light – of hope.

He couldn’t imagine a more picturesque moment. Walking the path to the nearby park with his beloved, he laced his hand seamlessly with Nala’s. Jihyun purposefully slowed his brisk pace to a leisurely stroll. If there was a way to freeze time, this would have been the perfect moment.

A momentary pause in both of their chaotic lives.

Nala was so grateful for the moment alone with Jihyun. Though they had been dating for quite some time, she wanted to spend each and every second she could with him. Being with him made her feel so comforted - so cherished. He was truly a rock she could lean on even in the worst of times and vice versa.

Nala couldn’t help but smile as she recalled the first time she met Jihyun - though then, she knew him as simply “V.” She had worked with Zen in a few theatre productions, met the RFA a few months later, and found herself falling for the tall, kind-hearted, soft-spoken photographer.

It took quite a while for both to come to terms with their feelings for one another: a slow burn, to say the least. But that’s what made the trust they shared in their relationship so unshakable.

“This is so beautiful, Jihyun.” Nala mused, nuzzling in closer to Jihyun’s side as they continued their walk to the park. “I’m surprised we’ve never visited before.”

The path in front of them was sprouting with all sorts of colors - red, blue, green, yellow.

Everything seemed brighter than normal, like a filter resembling a dream world.

A soft blush colored Jihyun’s cheeks as he squeezed Nala’s hand playfully.

“...I was hoping you’d like it. It’s been quite some time since I’ve been on this path. But aren’t the flowers here gorgeous?” His gaze scanned the nearby flowers, grateful they were still as vibrant as he remembered. With the eye damage he had suffered, he was lucky to have Nala to help him through the treatment process. He wondered what would be different if he hadn’t denied help at first - but he knew there was no room for regret.

Nala smiled to herself, returning the playful squeeze to the strong hang laced with her own.

“They really are. I can definitely see the appeal.” She commented with a soft laugh, recalling some of Jihyun’s past photo exhibits.

Most of Jihyun’s photos were of flowers - Lilies, roses, chrysanthemums. She considered herself immensely lucky to be with someone who has such an eye for beauty.

“...By the way, thank you for doing this. I really appreciate it.”

“No need to thank me. It’s my pleasure, love.” Jihyun’s voice rang in the deep, comforting timbre Nala adored. How had she gotten so lucky? She could hardly still believe that Jihyun was hers.

“It is my job, after all. You’re doing me a favor more than anything,” he continued, adjusting the lens of the camera that dangled in its case across his shoulder.

“I just can’t believe I’m making you take pictures for your job... On our date!” Nala joked light-heartedly, feeling giddy at the prospect of what the date would entail.

When it came to taking pictures, Nala oftentimes felt she was the farthest from photogenic. Everytime Jihyun took pictures of her, though, she felt and looked so powerful, feminine, and so entirely herself. He had a wonderful way of bringing out the best qualities of people in his photos.

“Hm... Would you believe me if I said that you are my absolute favorite person to photograph? How could that possibly be a nuisance to me?” Jihyun mused, stroking Nala’s hand with his thumb.

“I believe you.” Nala stood on her tip-toes to plant a gentle kiss on Jihyun’s cheek. The end of the path was nearing.

“Hey... before you start taking the professional ones, could we get one with just the two of us?” Nala considered, happy to see her words were followed by a smile from Jihyun.

“Of course.” Without a second of hesitation, he took his camera out of the case, holding it out to Nala. “I’ll let you do the honors.”

“Perfect!” Nala exclaimed, giddy that they would finally have an updated picture together. Especially with such beautiful scenery in the background.

Taking the camera, Nala extended her arm straight in front of her, angling the camera up so that both her and Jihyun fit in the frame. It was more difficult than she imagined - especially considering how tall Jihyun was in comparison. More than anything, Nala appreciated that Jihyun had trusted her with his camera like this.

She felt Jihyun’s hand rest on the small of her back - a gesture he knew Nala adored. Nala wondered if the blush that so obviously was coloring her cheeks would be seen in the photo. “Okay. On the count of three. One, two, three-”

As the word ‘three’ left Nala’s lips, Jihyun pulled Nala in close to his side - surprising her just enough for her smile to blossom as soon as the camera clicked.

• • •

A few minutes of walking later, the couple found themselves at the atmospheric park.

While he was with Rika, there were so many times Jihyun felt he needed to escape. To find a moment alone with his own thoughts. This was the place he often found solitude - true serenity.

He was grateful to finally be bringing the most important person in his life here - someone who brought him so much hope. This was a place he felt so at home.

“...Hm. There are weeds growing near these clovers. Let me just fix that real quick…” Nala bent down and plucked as many weeds as she could find. He loved how Nala so adorably demonstrated her passion for gardening.

Jihyun kept his fingers laced with Nala’s all the way until they approached the brick wall he designated for the headshot session.

The varied shades of red, browns, and burgundy would make for a perfect background. It would bring out the very subtle red highlights in Nala’s hair - the hints of blonde - her adorable freckles.

Jihyun ran through the monologue in his head he ran through with his clients, wondering how much he should keep the same or alter for his girlfriend.

He was delighted Nala was wearing her light pink cardigan; it emphasized her vibrant blue eyes even more than usual. The cut of the shirt emphasized her collarbones too - god, she is beautiful…

His mind began to wander - he began to visualize a little more than intended.

No. It’s time to be professional.

As Nala stood against the brick wall, it was obvious she was a natural when it came to posing. Zen had taught her well.

“All right, Nala. Can you give me a soft smile?” Jihyun instructed. The smile he adored so much appeared on her rose-tinted lips. Was she wearing the new lipstick he had bought her?

Click. Click.

“Great. Can you place your hands in your back pocket and roll your shoulder back slightly?” This also emphasized Nala’s bust ever so slightly. He tried not to let his mind wander any further than that.

Click. Click.

“Now give me some side eye…” At his words, her expression shone with a new color of sensuality. It was perfect for the camera. “...Good. Keep that!”

Click, click. Click, click.

“Wow. You are just breathtaking...” Jihyun took a moment to look through the pictures. Of course, she was stunning in every single one. He was right about the colors in the brick wall complimenting Nala well.

“...Okay. Hear me out. Look down, think of a secret, and look back up at me.”

“...A secret?” Nala raised an eyebrow at this. “I’m not sure I have many of those.”

“Oh, sure you don’t.” Jihyun teased playfully, adjusting the lens once more. A peal of laughter escaped the brunette’s lips.

Click.

Another beautiful, organic moment captured on camera.

“Okay, fine.” Nala pouted teasingly. Her gaze flickered to the grass beneath her feet. She took a moment to ponder.

And then, her gaze snapped up again. It rendered him speechless.

Click. Click.

Mesmerized, Jihyun took a few slow steps toward Nala. “...Tilt your head, just slightly to the right.” His own head tilted, wondering if just a minuscule angle change would define her jawline more.

“Do you mind if I adjust you, just a little?”

“Of course.” Her voice cooed.

Jihyun’s finger ever-so-delicately tilted Nala’s chin to the right and down towards the front angle.

There was little space between them now. The body he had memorized every inch of was just mere centimeters away.

The tension was palpable.

Without another word, Jihyun kissed Nala, both sinking effortlessly into the euphoria of the moment. Pulling away for just a moment, he waited for a sign from her to continue.

Nala pulled Jihyun in closer, pressing her lips against his. Her hand trailed from the nape of his neck into his teal-colored hair.

There was no denying they were all but pressed up against the brick wall now.

The kiss deepened - their breaths quickened - cheeks inflamed.

The reality of the public setting hit the two quickly. Laughs and explicit whispers were shared under hushed, giddy breath.

“...Would you like to finish this session somewhere a little more private, my love?”