#hypesboy

[giventakes]

closed for @hypesboy​ meme: send me your favorite song & i’ll write a starter inspired by it song: savior complex by phoebe bridgers

           “listen, lo, i —” he sighs, both hands up in defeat from where he’s laying on their couch, tv still quietly playing his movie in the background. “i didn’t mean that, okay? i didn’t—” no, he did. maybe not to the vicious extent at which his complaint about always having to clean up was murmured, but still. the words were still said, and arlo still heard. 

          “i know you do a lot around here, especially with work—” but. logan’s lips purse, trying to contain his own frustration for what feels like the tenth time in a week. “all i’m saying, is that i’d appreciate if you put in a little more effort sometimes. that’s it.” no, he wants to complain that he can’t even sit down without noticing something’s out of place. but, again. containment. “can we talk about this in the morning? i’m too tired to get into this right now.” 

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          ♡.    evan    &    ??

                              ♡.       “me vent? nah, i just listen to music and wipe my own tears.” @hypesboy​

[giventakes]

∗ o6﹕ a  text  containing  a  picture . (STINKS AGAIN)

[ sms -> glubglubglub 🐟 ]: :( [ sms -> glubglubglub 🐟 ]: a smaller bartending kang said this is what i look like [ sms -> glubglubglub 🐟 ]: [image attachment] [ sms -> glubglubglub 🐟 ]: just got my ass handed to me on a wednesday at 4pm

the other line: texting prompts

[amoreemioo]

[ PAMPER ] sender does receiver’s makeup (chloe to whoever!!!! 🫶)

tae liked to think he was pretty good at listening. following directions, even. sure, it depended on the situation — but we aren’t going to get into all of that. no, right now the only thing that mattered was staying still and keeping his eyes closed so he didn’t mess her up. “if i look good we have to go out later.” here’s the thing — he knew he looked good without makeup. so with it? surely it would get him the attention he loved.

it just, you know — had to make it through work, first.

depending on which requests he got into tonight tae might end up right back in this chair for chloe to touch him up again. “might need your help with some stuff, too. if you don’t mind.” with that one eye was peeking open, lips curving up in a teasing smile. “not all of it is dirty — i, hm …” how did he explain? he’s so used to seeing the filth in his inboxes it didn’t even phase him anymore. her, though? “i mean, it’s all dirty but some stuff isn’t bad.”

[amoreemioo]

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜ (serena to luna 🥹🥹🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶🫶)

luna loved a good girls night in as much as she loved going out — she did! food, and talking. movies, or catching up on their tv show. baking a cake, maybe. or even just laying over top of one another as they scrolled tiktok. it warmed her heart right up.

however.

she looked up from her phone with a look of pure disbelief. why? well, because she didn’t believe it for a second. here she was with her phone in one hand while the other was digging into a bag of chips, big messy bun on the top of her head — slippers. mismatched pajamas. under eye masks and a pimple patch.

“you are such a liar.”

[gam3bo1-movedagain]

( 💌 ) closed starter for: @hypesboy

"anybody call a doctor—i'm a thousand degrees in love."

[wndrbcy]

closed starter for @hypesboy | based

♡ He's moving with the near certainty that he's pissed the other off. That delicious smirk on his features makes it all too obvious. Something about their situation tickled him. Tray didn't have to allude all that much the night before, it was obvious by the way he and his roommate moved around one another. They had a history that preluded their current boyfriend. Morning now, and still he's got this deep set satisfaction in the root of his belly. "Mandem left pretty early last night, you sure he's the one?"

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@hypesboy​ sent: hmm image 1 w main verse jiwon and blair maybe??? 🥹

        you chose... this!

the thing about recovery is that no one ever mentions how long it takes. even after the fractures have mended and the scars stitch themselves back together, there are nightmares to deal with. nobody told jiwon that he would seize with panic at every crosswalk or float up, up, up and away from his body when someone’s voice reaches a certain volume. everyone has moved on from the accident, but jiwon just feels... stuck. some days, he still wakes up in tears, screaming into his pillow because the mere brush of the sheets over his leg feels like a blowtorch to his skin. four years later, he’s still lying to his therapist about how he’s getting better each day.

it seems appropriate, then, that jiwon finds himself in a darkroom with blair, developing photos that will immortalise even the most trivial moments. (his therapist, however, might argue that it’s highly inappropriate.) part of jiwon isn’t sure they can be trusted to be left alone here, but their mutual friend—a very much professional photographer—had taught them the basics, left a checklist of instructions, and gone out in search of inspiration. or something to that effect. truly, the worst he and blair could do is completely ruin the photos they’d taken over the past week, but jiwon feels so out of his element here. it’s an awful lot of waiting, turning, pinning, and more waiting... although he should be grateful, jiwon can’t help feeling like he should be moving.

“...does it say anywhere on that list that we can’t eat snacks in here?” spinning on a stool, he pouts a little and just barely refrains from poking his fingers into one of the stop baths. “i didn’t realise it was going to take this long to get our pictures out.”

image-based prompts: ACCEPTING!