that was a nice prompt

nine-luzgar  asked:

It's meeee about the mosquito prompt =p Have a nice day and fun writing it !

I hope you’re doing okay lovely, we miss you xx

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Camping nearby to the slough came with downsides. It was always humid and muggy, usually raining, and even when it didn’t rain, something worse emerged: mosquitoes.

Gladio brought his hand down against his chest hard enough to leave an angry red palm print. ‘Goddamnit, little bastards.’

Ignis scratched at the multitude of rising bite marks on the inside of his arm, nodding in agreement. ‘This campsite habitually proves less than ideal.’

‘I’d rather-’ smack ‘- go toe to toe with a demon or two and get us back to a motel than-’ smack ‘- deal with these fuckers.’

Ignis was amused. ‘You’d rather sleep in a motel than camp? Are you feeling alright, Gladio?’

‘I’m feeling eaten alive,’ the Shield grumbled. ‘Where’s the repellant, anyway?’

‘Noct used it in his elemancy earlier today. Having used up my entire supply of peppers.’ Ignis looked very put out. ‘I’ll be sure to replenish our supplies at the first opportunity.’

A round of raucous laughter came from the tent behind them. Prompto and Noct had sealed themselves inside to protect from the worst of the insect horde, and to drink their way through a crate of cider they’d received in thanks from a hunter they’d rescued earlier that day. Ignis wasn’t keen to drink the night before a day of driving, and Gladio didn’t particularly like cider - more of a beer guy - so they’d left them to it.

‘Sounds rather merry in there,’ said Ignis.

‘Kids,’ Gladio huffed, ‘they’ll be complaining all morning.’

‘Ah, yes, because you’re the picture of decorum when you’ve had a couple too many the night before.’ 

Gladio gave him a sour look. ‘I never drink more than I can handle.’

Ignis actually laughed, and leaned forward, no doubt to deliver some anecdote about a time in their youth when Gladio had damn well drunk more than he could handle, when suddenly he was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot.

They were both on their feet at once, weapons drawn - no enemy should be able to fire on them while they were in a haven! - looking for the source of the sound, before realising it had come from the tent.

‘Prompto!’ shouted Noct from inside, ‘what the hell?!’

‘Did I get it? I think I got it! Woohoo!’

‘You nearly got me!’

‘Dude I just shot a bug right out of the air! Isn’t that awesome?’

‘Awesomely stupid.’

Gladio and Ignis exchanged a look, relinquishing their weapons and sitting back down in their chairs. ‘I’ll get them up for a 5am run,’ said Gladio. ‘That’ll learn ‘em.’

Ignis just sighed, slapping at another mosquito as it bit his neck.

darling, I know you’ve been feeling down lately, so I wrote this really quick for you. I’m not sure what you had in mind, but I went to a 100 % unicorns place, so I hope this makes you smile a little.


A shadow falls across Stiles’ worksheet and he looks up to see Lydia, mouth pursed, staring down at him. She says, “What do you know about unicorns?”

“About as much as the average eleven year old boy,” he says, which is: not much. Horse-like, pointy horn, something to do with virgins.

Of course, he goes home and finds out everything he can about them immediately. Both because Lydia asked, and because now he can’t stop thinking about it.

Lydia has forgotten all about their conversation by the time he’s ready to dazzle her with his knowledge, so alas, his mad unicorn skillz lie dormant for years, until all the shit with the werewolves.

*

Stiles is cat-napping in a spill of sun when all his warmth is blocked—he makes an irritated sound and opens his eyes to find Derek looming over him, frowning.  Stiles kicks out a foot and rolls over onto his side in the grass.

Derek says, “What do you know about unicorns?”

Stiles yawns and says, “A surprising amount for a teenage boy.”

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lance lance lance im so so sorry for doing this to you

-pidge and lance end up stranded on a planet somewhere. pidge is an angry mess and won’t stop crying, and shes blaming lance for letting them fall to the ground. lance is trying not to fall over from blood loss.

-shiro is staying up so very, very late, and he hears singing coming from the bridge. lance is singing an old lullaby his nana would sing to him, to calm his nerves. shiro takes it as lance just testing out his singing skills and thinks almost nothing of it. he doesn’t see lance crying.

-allura pushes too hard with everyone, and lance speaks up for all of them. ‘allura, stop. you need to stop pushing us so hard, most of us are teenagers!’ she doesn’t see reason for a while, until someone breaks down.

-coran is reminded of his son whenever he looks at lance. one day he calls lance by his son’s name by accident. the name is similar to lance’s brother’s name.

-a planet has some weird pollen that temporarily makes everyone change sexes, and it changed their body a bit too. everyone is confused over why lance was unaffected. (hint: it’s trans!lance and he’s overjoyed!!!! he gets a fully flat chest) 

-lance gets a personality changing virus. it only tears down the mask that he wears.

anonymous asked:

When You Need A Prompt: Planets think about love

MERCURY. Don’t worry if it feels like you
could go up in flames. To move inches
from the light is always a risk, but look
at that star, burning gold, reaching out
through chaos and silence to touch you.

VENUS. You don’t have to sing along with
everyone else’s orbital path. You are a
guiding glow in the dawn. Dance with
brightness and love will come running,
swifter than tides to shore and twice
as full, a thousand times more tender.

EARTH. Yes, love lives here. Say it again.
Love, the blackbird with a beak full of honeycomb. Love, the painting of a moon-
lit cathedral. Love, how his words paint
such a sweetness in you that you soar.
All of this, here, alive and sun-kissed.

MARS. It’s okay to blush bright red. You’ve
seen his shadows and he’s seen your dust
storms. Laugh with him, not like the battle
was victorious but like there was never any
battle in the first place. Speak unarmored.

JUPITER. What’s love if not unmistakable,
so large only a sky could contain it. He
takes your hands in his and the gravity of it
makes every moon ache with want.

SATURN. Hold him close, closer than soil
holds wheat, closer than wedding bands
hold shine, closer than clouds hold clouds.

URANUS. When you lie on your side next
to him at night, does the frost just outside
your windows feel far away? Does night
glisten with how perfectly slow it moves?
Is his smile its own small heaven?

NEPTUNE. Love has been here since the
beginning, even when no one else saw it.
And love will be here with its swirling blue
mouth long after we ourselves become
unseen. What you make with each other
is a freshwater spring blooming in a forest,
crisp and glittering in the light. Go on. Drink.

blooky-bot  asked:

For the Genyatta prompt: sometimes I imagine that when Genji and Zen have practise fights and Genji has only just met Zen, he sometimes becomes so enraged he accidentally imagines Zen is Hanzo. He immediately flees to his designated room due to how awful he feels after almost killing Zen. So I was thinking as a prompt, maybe Zen goes to comfort Genji after he has one of those moments. Thank you! <33


URGGGG I WISH I HAD MORE TIME TO  INTO THIS ONEEEE I LOVE ITTTTTT <3 <3  

Thank you so much for the amazing PROMPT

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anonymous asked:

Okay but Alec curled up on Magnus' lap, clinging to him with his ice cold hands underneath Magnus' shirt for warmth. Maybe there's a fire lit, or maybe just candles. It's quiet, peaceful. Just the two of them enjoying each other's company. I need this like air.

when one of the doors to the balcony opened, and then shut once again, firelight was flickering over magnus’s book, his dark nails pressed against the page holding his spot as he glanced up to watch alec step back into the loft. with alec came a chill, the night air even around spring still sharp enough to bite into skin, maybe not for magnus but definitely for someone like alec who hated the cold. he was shivering, magnus didn’t even have to see him up close to know that. alec was shivering as he walked around the couch and dropped his phone on one of the tables, rubbing his hands together as he gravitated closer to magnus, closer to the fire.

“is everything alright?” magnus asked, and with it he moved, closing his book and setting it aside on the coffee table, leaning in to glance at alec’s face. his brows were furrowed, his expression twisted and magnus couldn’t help but be worried. but as alec scooted closer and shook his head it became obvious.

“it’s just cold.” alec replied, soft laughter huffed out of his red lips rubbing his fingers together and reaching out towards the fire in the nearby fireplace. it wasn’t roaring as it had been earlier, but it was still warm enough that it was brushing magnus’s skin.

magnus hummed at that, a bit of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. then he reached over, grabbing at alec’s arm gently and tugging him closer, patting the top of his thighs. “come on.” he whispered, leaning in to press his mouth to alec’s jaw.

alec didn’t need all that much coaxing, he readily pushed into magnus’s lap, in fact he nearly scrambled to, pressing his face right up against magnus’s neck and trying to get as close as he could. he was freezing, his skin an ice block but it didn’t bother magnus. how could it bother him when his boyfriend was trying to fold himself as tightly in his lap as he possibly could.

magnus closed his eyes and the light from the fire danced over his eyelids and the nape of alec’s neck. it danced over his rings as he pressed his palms against alec’s spine, sliding his hands up and down alec’s back. at some point, alec’s frozen fingertips found their way underneath magnus’s shirt and it was a tiny shock but he could only laugh, turning his head and pressing a soft line of kisses over alec’s neck as he thawed his fingers against the tight muscles of magnus’s stomach.

WEREWOLF AU'S
  • “dude i know youre a werewolf and all but seriously that freaking howl laughter you do is so fucking extra and i cant take it anymore”
  • “you being part dog has its perks, mostly for me because whenever i toss something away your eyes follow it and you perk up like you want to chase it but restrict yourself and its honestly the cutest fucking thing ive ever seen”
  • “honestly though i hate my pack so much, like theyre a bunch of assholes but i ran into you on a full moon run in the forest and idk u seem pretty cool. wanna go hunting or scare some people or some shit? i know this sick ass lake thats always really warm, i can show you”
  • “yes i understand im a big bad werewolf now but really i dont want to hurt those cute little rabbits and deer, cant we just wait until we transform back to eat? thats not how it works? well cant i just eat before i transform so i wont be hungry–im sorry im just new at this and im sorta trying to go vegetarian here–”
  • “babe you know i love you and i would give up my life for yours but i sWEAR TO GOD IF YOU GIVE ME ONE MORE DOG TOY FOR MY BIRTHDAY IM GONNA PUNCH YOU SQUARE IN THE FACE”
  • “look im not a supernatural fanatic or anything but i swear man every time this kid next to me gets frustrated they actually growl and it sounds just like some rabid steroid induced dog, and im not saying their a werewolf man but theyre totally a werewolf
  • a werewolf getting personally offended when someone says they’re not a dog person
  • “as a werewolf i can personally talk to dogs and boyohboy does ur little pug have some tea to spill…"
  • “alternatively, i find you to be really superduper adorable and whenever i come over your little dog goes off on rants to me about the cute embarrassing stuff that you do when your home alone and honestly I wake up every day for these chats”
  • “when I saw you climbing out of the stream I was fishing in dirty, wet, and naked, I assumed you had just survived some kind of intense mob hit or something but really you had just detransformed from a werewolf after you were playing in the water trying to catch a fish, and ultimately failing. nice ass, by the way.”
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For the bittersamgirlclubTop 5 Challenge: Top 5 Most Heartbreaking Sam Moments. Well, thanks to the BSGC for this cruel and unusual prompt. If you’re interested in my thoughts on these five horrible moments then by all means, read on…

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anonymous asked:

A concept: Magnus loves to talk , and Alec loves listening to Magnus.Sometimes when they lie in bed together at night , Magnus tells the most fantastic stories about his life , and Alec just takes it all in , happy to learn more about his boyfriend.When they are apart , they always call each other , they don't even need to make great conversations , just listening to the sound of the others voice is enough. (Whenever I see a new piece of your writing on my dash , my heart jumps a little ❤)

a canon concept (and you’re very sweet)

alec loves listening to magnus. magnus has been through so many incredible things over the course of his long and illustrious life, and alec soaks up every anecdote no matter how small.

some nights they’re spread out on the couch, their fingers laced, alec’s cheek on magnus’s bare chest and magnus will bring something so small up. “did i ever tell you about the time i rode one of the first steam trains?” with one of those dazzling smiles on his lips and alec couldn’t help but smile too, eating every single bit of the story up eagerly, his fingers dragging over magnus’s stomach in slow circles.

magnus tells alec about all of the countries he’s visited with their beautiful sprawling cities and their gorgeous wildlife. he tells him all about wonderful people who added vibrance to his life, downworlders from all over the globe. and he tells him about the events he crashed, the paintings he saw in the making that are now considered priceless pieces of art, the historical events he was witness to, and the famous people he met.

sometimes alec can tell he’s stretching the truth or dancing around it, possibly even just straight up joking, but other times he’ll talk about the world at a certain period of time with this look in his eyes. it’s like he’s transported back for a moment, explaining how everything felt and looked and smelled with such specificity, these rich details that set alec’s heart alight in his chest.

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How to make study dates more about studying (and have fun at the same time)

7 useful tips on spicing up and/or sweetening the productive study sessions with your luvah 🔥


  1. If a class includes requires reading, curl up on the couch and read aloud to each other. If you have the time to goof off a bit, read it in funny accents or voices, just for shits and giggles.
  2. It’s a no-brainer that during a study date, you’ll need some snacks. Stay productive and spice up the date by feeding each other *healthy* and romantic food like chocolate covered strawberries or dark chocolate in general.
  3. Use each other as a reward system. For every maths problem you correctly complete, you get a kiss or a hug or a neck massage.
  4. Go somewhere to study together. Have a picnic in the park or visit your local coffee shop and type away while playing footsie under the table. New environments are exciting and refreshing and add a sense of occasion to an otherwise boring cram-marathon.
  5. Make a game out of it. If you two have the same assignment that has numbered questions like maths, see who can correctly answer the most amount of questions in a limited amount of time. This will introduce competitive motivation and help identify where the holes in your understanding or process may be, as well as make it more fun.
  6. Make it a group date. Invite another couple(s) to join you to pool resources in case they can help you with an assignment, and to make it more fun.
  7. Flashcards can be fun with a partner, and bring in the aforementioned reward system. Boom. You’ve got a nice and steamy game show

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Song Lyric Prompts

Some prompts may be altered slightly to sound better/fit the request (e.g. prompt may be turned into several different phrases, changed wording, etc.) Ye have been warned.


1. “If your gonna be the death of me that’s how I wanna go.” –Collar Full, Panic! At The Disco

2. “Drugs every corner this is Gotham City / Killer Croc came to kidnap you then cut out your kidney.” –Purple Lamborghini, Skrillex ft. Rick Ross

3. “All the boys and I / All the boys and I / Love her madly.” –All The Boys, Panic! At The Disco

4. “Can’t do this to me baby.” –Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen

5. “I’ll chew you up and I’ll spit you out / Cause that’s what young love is all about.” –Bubblegum Bitch, Marina and the Diamonds

6. “Sometimes quiet is violent.” –Car Radio, Twenty Øne Piløts

7. “What a wonderful caricature of intimacy.” –Build God, Then We’ll Talk, Panic! At The Disco

8. “Choke this love till the veins start to shiver.” –River, BISHOP

9. “I’m scared to get close / And I hate being alone.” –Can You Feel My Heart, Bring Me The Horizon

10. “Holy hands / Well they make me a sinner.” –River, BISHOP

11. “And all the kids cry out / Please stop you’re scaring me / I can’t help this awful energy / God damn right you should be scared of me / Who is in control?” –Control, Halsey

12. “Are you insane like me / Been in pain like me?” –Gasoline, Halsey

13. “If crazy equals genius / I’m a fucking arsonist / I’m a rocket scientist.” –Crazy = Genius, Panic! At The Disco

14. “Why don’t you show me a little bit of spine / You’ve been saving for his mattress, love.” –Dance, Dance, Fall Out Boy

15. “I lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon skirt / But I make these high heels work.” –Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time, Panic! At The Disco

16. “The higher I get the lower I’ll sink / I can’t drown my demons they know how to swim.” –Can You Feel My Heart, Bring Me The Horizon

17. “This just ain’t livin’.” –Cancer, My Chemical Romance

18. “The normals / They make me afraid / The crazies / They make me feel sane.” –Mad Hatter, Melanie Martinez

19. “I’m fairly local / I’ve been around / I’ve seen the streets / You’re walking down.” –Fairly Local, Twenty Øne Piløts

20. “Our brains are sick but that’s okay.” –Fake You Out, Twenty Øne Piløts

21. “I need a gangsta / To love me better / Than all the others do.” –Gangsta, Kehlani

22. “I’m mean it, I’m okay (trust me) / I’m not okay.” –I’m Not Okay, My Chemical Romance

23. “I’m not as think as you drunk I am.” –Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time, Panic! At The Disco

24. “Help our souls tonight / We’re losing / Losing this fight.” –Help Our Souls, Nihils

23. “To hang me up now / By my neck / Cause I’m a fate worse than death.” –Sarcasm, Get Scared

24. “I feel like I’m the worst so I always act like I’m the best.” -Oh No!, Marina and the Diamonds

25. “Could you imagine that / If we were gay?” –If We Were Gay, Ninja Sex Party

26. “Glory and gore goes hand in hand / That’s why we’re making headlines.” –Glory and Gore, Lorde

27. “You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece.” –Colors, Halsey

28. “You never know the psychopath sitting next to you / You never know the murderer sitting next to you.” –Heathens, Twenty Øne Piløts

29. “Can you save my heavy, dirty, soul?” –HeavyDirtySoul, Twenty Øne Piløts

30. “Those thoughts of past lovers / They’ll always haunt me.” –House of Memories, Panic! At The Disco

31. “When the city goes silent / The ringing in my ears gets violent.” –Jet Pack Blues, Fall Out Boy

32. “You got two black eyes from loving too hard / And a black heart that matches your blackest soul.” –LA Devotee, Panic! At The Disco

33. “I wanna make you shiver / Make your backbone quiver.” –Mercenary, Panic! At The Disco

34. “I do not have writers block / My writer just hates the clock.” –Migraine, Twenty Øne Piløts

35. “Don’t do love / Don’t do friends / I’m only after success.” –Oh No!, Marina and the Diamonds

36. “Make me / Make me impressed / Make me / Make me obsessed.” Pretty Little Psycho, Porcelain Black

37. “I’ve been thinking too much / Help me.” –Ride, Twenty Øne Piløts

38. “My shadow’s the only one who walks beside me.” –Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Green Day

39. “You don’t love me / Big fucking deal.” –Starring Role, Marina and the Diamonds

40. “Don’t you think that it’s boring how people talk?” –Tennis Court, Lorde

41. “Whether near or far / I am always yours.” –The End of All Things, Panic! At The Disco

42. “Am I more than you bargained for yet?” –Sugar We’re Going Down, Fall Out Boy

43. “And I could just die laughing on your spiral of shame.” –Twin Skeletons, Fall Out Boy

44. “If wanna start a fight you better throw the first punch.” –The Good, The Bad, And The Dirty, Panic! At The Disco

45. “You’ll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away / But tonight I need you to stay.” -The Run and Go, Twenty Øne Piløts

46. “Drinking white wine in the blushing light.” –LA Devotee, Panic! At The Disco

47. “That shit is my jam.” –Samurai Abstinence Patrol, Ninja Sex Party

48. “Build a palace out in Paris just to fill with bitches.” –Purple Lamborghini, Skrillex ft. Rick Ross

49. “Your lips / They got me goin’.” –Lips, Marian Hill

50. “You don’t know the half of the abuse.” –Heathens, Twenty Øne Piløts

51. “God, I wish I never spoke.” –Soap, Melanie Martinez

52. “So what are you waiting for / Cause someone could love you more.” –LOST BOY, Troye Sivan

53. “In the Vegas lights / Where feelings spend the weekend.” –Vegas Lights, Panic! At The Disco

54. “Wow, I probably should’ve stayed inside my house.” –The Judge, Twenty Øne Piløts

55. “The windowsill looks really nice, right? / You think twice about your life / It probably happens at night, right?” –Holding Onto You, Twenty Øne Piløts


Feel free to add more or request your own lyrics!

highwarlockkareena  asked:

'i'm going to have to start writing alec being scrunched up next to magnus' - tell us more about how magnus' bed isn't quite big enough for them

the first time magnus really noticed it, it was a tuesday afternoon and he’d just stepped through a portal back into the loft after a meeting negotiating the sale of an old book of spells with a couple of warlocks. the meeting had gone on far longer than he had anticipated and time had seemed to be something like a leaky faucet, dripping too slowly and making magnus want to crawl out of his skin.

he was out now though, the loft greeting him bright and cheery with bright sunlight spilling through the curtains as he scrolled through his phone. he had about an hour until his next client and he wanted to change into something a bit more comfortable. it wasn’t necessary but at the moment he didn’t feel like summoning anything in a 3 piece suit, something lighter seemed more appropriate.

or at least that’s what he had been thinking until he came to an abrupt halt in the doorway to the bedroom, caught in streaming sunlight because of the sight laid out before him. there on top of his deep burgundy sheets, alec was a splash of black clothes and runed skin, all curled up in on himself on one side of the bed. the first thing magnus noticed was that his t-shirt had ridden up, exposing his stomach and all of the dark hair that spilled down his torso and disappeared into his pants.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a prompt where Victoria isn't actually mean but comes of as such like "Max looks so pretty" and max is like "what?" And Victoria is just flustered and caught off guard and says the "I SAID YOU LOOKED SHITTY GO FUCK YOUR SELFIE" (doesn't have to contain that but I think it would be cute to see that Victoria only acts like that because she is flustered and crushing hard on max XD)

How to Deal with Crushes

Contrary to Victoria’s surname, she does not in fact “chase” anyone or anything. If anything, people chase after the Chase’s and the same principle is applied to Victoria, just look at her Vortex Club lackeys. Of course they’d follow her, who wouldn’t? She’s popular, efficient, and everything they could only hope to be. Whatever else she didn’t have, she grabbed onto without unnecessary chasing.  If she wants something then she gets it, end of story.

So it’s safe to say that she is most definitely not crushing on Max Caulfield.

Nope, she’s not falling for her waif hipster bullshit and her awkward shy pretense. The girl was short too so Victoria always ends up literally looking down on her and her annoying doe-eyed expression that seem to bring out her freckles. Especially those damn freckles. She would bet that underneath those poorly coordinated bargain clothes that Max had matching freckles on her shoulders which is lame. She’s a walking fashion disaster and Victoria has to stop her hands from tearing away those hideous clothes not because she wants her naked or anything, those clothes are just that terrible.

And her pictures? Selfies! Not even the kind that’s thought through and planned. No, Max just takes ordinary selfies. The kind of selfies that you post on social media and not in art galleries. The kind of selfies that show what her face looks like in the morning where the lighting is just right to add depth to her annoying freckles. The kind of selfies that reveal to Victoria the undeniable truth that Max is kind of cute.

God, she is pining over her so hard.

But she can’t let anyone else know that. See it from her point of view. She’s spent so much into her heartless bitch reputation that she can’t just let go all because of some dumb hipster with a cute face and a good eye for photography. She almost forgot about that part. Max has terrifying skill with the camera even though she doesn’t even know it. Victoria’s photos look amateur even next to some of Max’s selfies. That’s also one more thing she won’t admit out loud.

Max’s talent infuriates her just as much as it turns her on. She makes it look so easy, so effortless. She’s just using her retro-cam and the quality of her photos are worth more than what the best studio can produce. Max is Victoria’s competition and she hasn’t met someone that could fit the rival role so well in terms of skill. She likes to entertain the thought that maybe Max could fit the girlfriend role while at it too. One time she commented on Victoria’s photos being Avedon-esque and Victoria practically swooned inside. Still swooning about that until now.

Victoria is sitting on one of the benches on campus. It’s not like she deliberately chose this particular bench because she spotted the familiar flash and whir of a certain hipster’s camera nearby. It’s Max. Of course it has to be Max, who else? Victoria would never sit on this godawful excuses for furniture if she had a choice. The view helps her forget that her car has better cushioning.

Max is in her element again, with her back at Victoria, taking a photo of whatever. It’s sunset and with it there’s a poignant sense of romanticism painted across the campus. The sun’s rays sift through the trees and fall onto Max just right to give her this ethereal shine. Victoria captures her in the moment without even thinking. It’s only after the click of the shutter does she realize that she’s already looking through the viewfinder. She pulls back and stares at the photo she doesn’t remember taking and then back at the subject in front of her. While the photo was gorgeous like all her work naturally, it could only hope to capture the actual beauty before her.

“She’s so pretty.” Victoria almost sighs dreamily out of earshot.

Or what she thought was out of earshot since Max’s head spins so fast at the catch of her words. She shoots her a confused look. “What?”

And oh, god. Max looks way better with her face showing and she’s wearing that stupid doe-eyed look again and fuck, fuck. Victoria’s brain goes into panic mode. She doesn’t know what to say and it does not help that Max’s face is so distracting. The lighting shifted along with her movement and glistens along her frame and fuck, she looks lame in her clothes but she also looks radiant like what the fuck? And Victoria is still staring and oh, god what should she say?

“I SAID YOU LOOK SHITTY!” She yells at her with too much force to sell the intended spite. Nice one, Victoria. Smooth save. That will definitely tell Max that she is interested in her. Why don’t she go ahead and add some more flirty undertones. “GO FUCK YOUR SELFIE.” There it is. The words come out of her mouth as if on auto. Despite her face sporting a domineering look, Victoria very much wants to hide her embarrassment. It’s a good thing that she can hide her blush underneath her usual layers of anger.

Max looks more confused than offended and Victoria just wishes for her to go away so she could make a dash for her car and scream there. “Okay…?” She asks more than says, as if testing the waters. Victoria can’t help but snarl back just out of reflex and it’s enough to tell Max that the water is boiling and there’s a high chance that it will turn into a bloodbath. She sighs and it almost sounds like she was expecting something different.

Victoria already has plans on berating herself for again ruining another moment with Max and will do so as soon as she walks away but Max has other plans. There’s that bright flash again only this time it’s aimed at her. The whir of the camera isn’t lost to the buzzing in her brain. “Did you just…?” She can’t quite bring herself to finish her sentence, she can’t trust herself anymore.

Max is still in her element, not at all put-off by Victoria’s gaping, it must be the camera. There’s something empowering about holding a camera that makes Max bolder than her usual shy self, not that Victoria would notice that. Max just takes the photo as it develops with her nimble fingers. Victoria could tell the exact moment that it finishes when Max’s face erupts into a smile so wide she doubts it could fit the frame of a photo. “This one’s a keeper.” She shows it to her and Victoria feels her breath catch in her throat.

At first glance, Victoria’s posture in the shot looks intimidating but that’s not the main point. The focus is her face. She thought she was making just another one of her mean looks but evidence speaks otherwise. Her eyes are smoldering as the swathes over her and it almost makes her look warm. Warm and inviting. She can’t tell if it’s from the photo or the feeling in her chest but there’s a warmth that wasn’t there before. “This is…”

Pretty, I guess.” Max casually shrugs and Victoria’s head snaps up at the word. Just when she thinks that a smile looks cute on Max, she’s annoyingly adorable with a smirk too. “Pretty awesome.” She’s teasing. The hipster actually heard her and she’s flaunting it and Victoria should be mad at anyone who dares talk back to her but all she can think of is how Max is obviously flirting with her and she’s so happy that even her scowl looks friendly enough.

This is her chance! She can feel it with her heart beating so fast. Victoria has never run in her life aside for fitness but her heart is hammering wildly like it does when she jogs. Except she’s not running right now but it’s something similar. This is a chase and Max is her target and she can swear that she’s so close. She swears she almost feels it with her fingertips like how hers is brushing over the photo. The mood is set and the setting is just right. She’s going to do this and she’s going to get this right. She can’t mess this up now.

“Pretty amateur, smallfield.” And great, we’re back to gradeschool flirting again. Victoria represses the urge to just hit herself for being so lame. Really? Is that the best she can give? And what’s with that stupid nickname? She panicked okay. She has boys wrapped around her finger but she can’t fucking compliment a hipster girl that she likes without burying it under seven layers of insult.

“Still pretty.” Max insists with a smaller but still cute smile. She then takes back the photo and places it securely in her bag. Victoria tries not to think too much about the fact that she might even see the photo on the wall of Max’s room. “I guess it was nice talking to you, Victoria.”

“Yeah and you’re such a delight yourself. Get out of my face.” Victoria almost praises herself because the first sentence is the closest thing she’s gotten to an actual compliment. Max is already walking away but Victoria waits until she’s out of sight. Too bad she isn’t out of mind. Max calling her pretty is up there on her best-memories list next to their Avedon-moment. Max is also coincidentally on her to-do list.

God, she’s so fucking smitten.