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huxley, hux, huck davenport | 20 | he/him

[huckdavenport]

text: huckleberry finn

Mikkel: h8 h8 h8 it. Sm

Mikkel: but no choose 4 me

Mikkel: bc I choose boys

Huxley: so why do it ??

Huxley: don't do shit that makes you miserable

[huckdavenport]

chanelshq‌

❝ every time i come outside something just always seems to happen to me that makes me go, ‘this is why i stay inside’ it’s ridiculous at this point. ❞ the brunette rambled on. clearly the person next to her probably could care less about the rant she was going on but that didn’t stop her from speaking. ❝ you see, i got up today, went about my day and got my coffee, my normal morning routine y’know, hungover and all, and they messed up my coffee. ❞ she groaned, pressing two fingers against her forehead rubbing it slightly. ❝ and i know it may not seem like such a HUGE deal and i’m over-exaggerating to the max and being a brat but it’s like, you ever just already have a shit day starting and more people just decide to add onto it? that’s how it felt.❞

he was trying to pay attention; he really was. but despite the effort, huck started to zone out somewhere between ‘at this point’ and ‘you see’. he felt bad for his spotty attention span, but in his defense, he’s still on his first ( very late, to be fair ) cup of coffee of the day. at least he’s making the effort, hiding his inattention behind sipping his coffee and humming the occasional ‘mhmm’.  ❝ yeah, i know what you mean. ❞ he nodded when she wrapped up the story, taking a chance that the bits and pieces he had caught had given him the right idea.  ❝ the kinda morning that tries to set a tone for the whole rest of the day being shit? ❞

[huckdavenport]

text: huckleberry finn

Mikkel: :)

Mikkel: im blushin

Mikkel: yea, but is "gf" u no?

Mikkel: m gayaasf

Huxley: 😊

Huxley: yeah i think i get what u mean

Huxley: safe to assume u hate it?

Huxley: the whole gf thing i mean

[uglysex]

[huckdavenport]

text: huckleberry finn

Mikkel: ur pretty

Mikkel: handsme?

Mikkel: bith

Huxley: i'll take both

Huxley: you're pretty good looking yourself

Huxley: didn't you say you were out with your gf?

[huckdavenport]

text: huckleberry finn

Mikkel: u diid

Mikkel: uv got the prettust smle nd id mase me felle all happi

Mikkel: nd i dunnom i jus dnt think bein gay wuld b hrd rond u

Mikkel: u mad me wnna b prud of it

Mikkel: *proud

Mikkel: thts weird o kno, sry

Huxley: :)

Huxley: no, it's ok

Huxley: don't worry about it it's nice

Huxley: ur sweet

[huckdavenport]

elsadavcnport‌

“i just found out that the leafy part of a strawberry is called a calyx… and honestly?? it makes me feel a little uncomfortable.“ the blonde muttered, running a hand through her hair. “i don’t think i’ll ever look at a strawberry the same again.”

“isn’t a calyx a kind of cat? the white ones with orange and black spots, i think?” his brow furrowed realizing that that didn’t sound quite right said out loud. "what’s uncomfortable about it though? i can think of words for things that are way more uncomfortable.”

[huckdavenport]

text: huckleberry finn

Mikkel: ij'm out with my gf, but i'm drunk

Mikkel: bc fi'm bored

Mikkel: and thinking of ynou

Mikkel: i wish you were here

Mikkel: si atht stfupid to say?

Mikkel: prolly i baearly kno u

Huxley: maybe

Huxley: it's a nice compliment tho

Huxley: i didn't think i made that big an impression, lol

[huckdavenport]

fckmarleyy‌

today had been disastrous. marley’s arms were raw, hidden under long sleeves he couldn’t help but nervously pull at. nothing in particular had put him off, it was just one of those days where all he could do was obsessively pace and he just couldn’t snap out of it. he’d sneaked outside, needed a change of scenery, a change of heart. he just couldn’t help himself today.

                       “got a light ??”

      he asked the first person he saw, a cigarette twirling between his fingers. any distraction would do, he’d settled on that. his smile, however, showed some resistance, a hesitant side to him. “you’d really be helping me out here,” he spoke, his grin becoming more sickeningly charming and less like himself.

huck stopped in his tracks at the question, having turned to look when he hears a voice “um, yeah. i’m pretty sure i do. hang on.” he knew he had one, it was more a matter of finding it. jackets with more than two pockets are great, but slightly less so when they’re cluttered.  it’s the third pocket he checks that he finally found it in and huck held it out with a sheepish smile. “sorry ‘bout that.”

[huckdavenport]

celimorales‌

     ‘ are  you  serious  ? ’      she  mustered  up  before  a  laugh  escaped  her  lips .   ‘  you  did  not  walk  out  of  the  house  wearing  that  did  you  ? ’      she  honestly  couldn’t  help  it .  her  nice  filter ,  i  guess ,  wasn’t  working  today .   ‘ i  mean  ––  you  look  …  great  ? ’      her  eyebrow  twitched  up  as  she  took  another  glance  at  their  outfit .   ‘ nope .  i  can’t  even  lie  ––  please  let  me  help  you  . ’     

    huck glanced down at his front, taking what was more than likely his first real look at what he was wearing. old t-shirt, just as old denim jacket, and slightly newer ( yet surely not exactly clean ) jeans. what was wrong with that? ‘ yes ? i’m pretty sure i did leave the house like this. ’ he didn’t usually pay much attention to what he was wearing unless he had to — and today hadn’t been one of those days. ‘ what’s wrong with it though ? ’

[huckdavenport]

i need new threads so like this for a starter ! either reply to this w/ who you want or i’ll slide into your ims

              about HUCK | about LAYLA

[huckdavenport]

mikkelhansen

“I think they would appreciate how sincere you are being, but I don’t think they would appreciate that you let me get blown up.” Mikkel cocked his head to the side with a soft chuckle of his own. Every time Huck looked down at the page, Mikkah took a moment to look at him. It was an odd sort of dance, and he just hoped not to get caught. “I think you could get almost anything you wanted at this point, but I’m not really sure,” he teased, trying his best to remain still and in the position asked of him.

“You’re probably right. My parents probably wouldn’t be too happy if they found out I let someone blow up either.  So I guess we’ll just be extra careful.” Huck glanced up and winked. This kind of playful banter was fun. Almost flirty. At least Huck was flirting. If he had to guess, he would say Mikkel was flirting right back.  “Anything I want?” He paused, looking up with an eyebrow raised. “I’ll have keep that in mind.”

[huckdavenport]

i need new threads so like this for a starter ! either reply to this w/ who you want or i’ll slide into your ims

              about HUCK | about LAYLA

[huckdavenport]

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[huckdavenport]

ivyharperhq‌

The flashes of cameras always felt just like a shot of espresso to the young actress. She couldn’t help it; she loved the spotlight. After the many, many pictures and a couple interviews, Ivy made her way to the actual party. Disappointed it wasn’t as fun as she thought it would be this year, she rushed to get a third drink.  ❝ It was so much better last year. Or maybe i’m just not drunk enough. ❞ She said, joining another person at the open bar.

❝ Seems just as mind numbingly dull as it was last year to me. ❞ Huxley shrugged and finished the end of of his drink. Then again, he only ever came to these things as someone’s plus one, to be a supportive brother or friend or whatever. ❝ Once someone gets drunk enough to make a complete ass of themself.  That’s when it’ll get interesting. ❞

[huckdavenport]

i actually have some energy tonight so ! like this if u wanna plot/start a thing w/ either huck or layla !!

[huckdavenport]

mikkelhansen‌

“Yes, it is, because once I explode you are going to have to clean me up and call my parents.” Mikkel giggled to himself before shifting to flip his hair out of his eyes. “They’ll be very sad and that’ll just be a bad time for everybody, you know?” While Huck was staring at the pad of paper in his hands, Mikkel took the opportunity to look at him. The other blonde was incredibly handsome, and Mikkel’s cheeks flushed at the thought. “Ah, flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Then I guess I should try and avoid letting you blow up then.” Huck briefly glanced up with a grin. “That’s not really the way I’d want to meet them. 'Hi, I’m Huxley, and unfortunately I accidentally exploded your son. I’m very sorry. Please, take this halfway finished drawing I was working on at the time.’ Not a very good first impression.” He laughed lightly under his breath and shook his head, keeping his eyes on the paper as he brushed a few stray flecks of eraser to the floor. “Will it? How am I doing so far, then?”