Iconic!

The evolution of a queen.

trick or treat!!

I hope you don't mind some belated Mobinos for your Halloween prompt 💙

"Ruby is going to owe me big time," Jugend bemoans from the bathroom sink. The tile makes his voice reverberate through the hotel ensuite to where Alte is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

"You wouldn't miss this for the world," Alte counters, watching Jugend's reflection in the mirror as the man painstakingly applies eyeliner. It's a good look on him, making his eyes pop like emeralds. Alte can't find it in himself not to stare.

Jugend leans back to inspect the whole effect, tilting his face to and fro. "She insisted," he counters, plucking a stray eyelash from his cheekbone. "Her Halloween parties are always beyond extravagant."

Somehow, Alte doesn't believe hell or high water could have prevented Jugend from attending Ruby's party.

It's good to see him letting loose, though. They're wrapping up a tiresome week of mergers and deal brokering in New York City. Kanin's due to arrive tomorrow, but Jugend had decided to kick off the festivities a night early.

Entice club's annual party seemed like the perfect opportunity for Jugend to let his hair down — figuratively and literally.

Apparently satisfied with his make up, Jugend's eyes flick up to find Alte's, drinking down the full effect of his face paint. He'd elected to go with a skull, painting the hollows of his cheeks and the tip of his nose in coal black. The bright white bones extend down his décolletage, marking out each one of his ribs beneath the cut of his open leather jacket.

Alte had joked about colouring the scar over his lung into a vibrant red bullet wound, but the chastising look on Jugend's features had killed the suggestion in the cradle. Alte still thinks he cuts an impressive figure, brown eyes glistening from the hollows of his painted sockets, hair gelled into an acceptably stylish mesh. Perhaps not as adventurous as his partner, but definitely in the Halloween spirit.

Jugend straightens from his lean over the sink, corset slipping down his chest an inch, and beckons Alte closer. "Come lace me up."

Alte approaches dutifully, taking the green ribbons Jugend offers into his palms. The laces slide like satin through his fingers. Alte makes sure to pull the bindings tight between Jugend's shoulder blades before he ties them off neatly.

It has a wicked effect on Jugend's waist, pulling the length of his torso into a seductive curve that Alte can't look away from. It takes two attempts for Jugend to catch his attention long enough to ask Alte to pass him his witch's hat.

"So you like the costume, then," Jugend summises smugly, preening under the vanity lights.

Alte slides his palms down his lover's waist, admiring the feel of the leather and heat beneath his touch. Jugend stills beneath it, cheeks growing a little rosy in the mirror when Alte presses a kiss to his shoulder. "That's an understatement."

Jugend turns to face him, green corset laces bright in the mirror's sheen. The green eyeshadow over his lashes makes his bedroom eyes look all the more pronounced when he tilts his chin down to murmur against Alte's lips, "Hurry up and kiss me before I put my lipstick on, then."

Alte winds his arm around Jugend's hips, pulling their bodies flush.

"Yes, sir."

AU

Sumary: Reyna took Jason to a gay bar, and he meets Leo

Jason was standing in the entrance of a bar, Reyna, his best friend, was sitting in the sidewalk, checking her phone.

“Stop with that.” she said, punching the leg of Jason.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re thinking loudly.” Reyna stand up, patting the arm of Jason “Your parents won’t come, they think we are in Hylla’s place”

Jason knew that, Reyna and Thalia’s plan was almost perfect, but going to that kind of bar, a gay bar, was a declaration, like making official to the world that he was gay, his parents knew, his closest friends knew, he even had a boyfriend, but he never had the guts to speak up about his sexuality, he never was capable to hold the hands of his ex, or kiss him in the light, or saying he loved him, when he did it, deeply.

Sighing, he hold Reyna’s hand, in a tight grip, biting his bottom lip, looking the street, ignoring the glances of others boys around him.

“Today is Latin Night, with Latin music.”

“Latin Americans have a lot of music, they could put salsa, boleros, cumbia…”

“You know what kind of music the will put” the terrified look of Jason made Reyna jiggle “Reggaeton, champeta, guaracha, maybe trap.”

“That means dancing really close, a lot of twerk, sexy moves,” Thalia appeared, hugging Jason, bumping fists with Reyna “And is your punishment, Jay, because you put us down a lot of times”

Pulling his brother, Thalia shared a look with the guard, whom didn’t ask for ID’s, going to the counter, were a girl was mixing beverages, passing to Thalia and Reyna two glasses, like she knew their favorite liquor, giving Jason a look full of mockery.

“What will be the order for the himbo, sparkling water, soda, zero alcohol beer?”

“Phoebe,” said Thalia, her voice sharp “This is my baby brother, I raised him, therefore, he is not a himbo.”

“The baby want milk? I have zero lactose.”

“The baby want a moonlight” interrupt Reyna, rolling her eyes in front of the bartender attitude.

Jason space out while the girls talked, seeing the teenagers dancing in the center of the place, too tight, a pair of girls kissing near the bathrooms, boys nearly making out in the middle of the place, all of them acting freely, shaking their hips, kissing without worries.

He sat near the counter, drinking while Phoebe keep refilling his glass, getting a little bit dizzy, while the night keep going, Reyna and Thalia where somewhere in the place, maybe making out with each other or with someone else.

“Phoebe, my girl, mi chica, who’s the night.”

A boy sat at his side, winking at Phoebe direction, catching all the attention of Jason, taking his breathe, making him blinking fast.

“Shut up, Leo” Phoebe hissed, tuting her tongue af Jason faces “Uh oh, baby Jason is drooling over a boy”

The hot boy, Leo, look at Jason, giving him a smirk that makes Jason miss a few heartbeats, his eyes going through the boys curls, the sharp face, the brown skin, the dark eyes, all making the boy really eye catching.

“I’m Leo”

“You are hot”

The laugh of the boy was glorious, sweet, bubbling, funny.

“I know, but i don’t know your name”

“Jason, Jason Grace, I’m eighteen”

The laugh of Phoebe popped the bubble.

“Leo’s seventeen, sorry baby, you can’t get laid”

Jason tilted his head, blinking, without getting the joke.

“We can enjoy ourselves” answered Leo “we don’t need to get too sexy”

“You are sexy” the words came out dizzy.

“And you’re drunk, do you think you can dance and use your tongue for something else?”

Jason nodded, letting Leo take him to the dance floor, gasping when the boy hugged him, moving his hips, putting his lips near the ear of Jason.

“You don’t have to be a charming knight, you can touch”

Remembering how some friends of Hylla taught him how to dance that kind of music, Jason started to dance, moving with Leo, enjoying the bubbling laugh of the shortest boy, holding his waist, moving along the back of the boy, getting, slowly, closer, the lips of Leo kissing along his neck, under the adam’s apple, his warm hands playing with the hair of Jason.

“I want to see you again” Jason muttered.

“Sorry, Chico Sexy, but I’m not from the zone”

“Me neither”

Leo pulled him near a wall, trapping himself between Jason and the wall, smiling devillish, standing on his tiptoes, kissing the corner of Jason lips, playfully.

“Where are you from?”

“Near San Francisco” Jason muttered, moving his head, trying to caught Leo’s lips “But I’m moving to New York next week”

Leo freeze, letting Jason start a kiss, moving his lips fast, holding the face of Leo, using his tongue to lick Leo’s bottom lip, bitting a little bit.

“I’m going to NYU”

Leo laugh, pushing Jason, pressing his hands on the blonds chest.

“Are you serious?”

“Yep” the word popping out of his mind, his lips leaving a trace along Leo’s sharp jaw, feeling the warm, and a little bit sweaty, skin. 

“The universe gotta be fucking kidding me” Leo sighed “If you kiss me well we could have future meetings”

Jason bent over Leo, kissing the boy, an arm holding his waist, one hand on his jaw, lifting his head, open his mouth to receive Leo’s mouth, moaning quietly, while Leo moved his leg sending stars to Jason head, the others boy mouth tasting like smoke, his hands leaving a hot feeling.

***

It was friday, Jason was walking in the campus, seeing the skyscrapers, thinking about the cloudless California sky, missing Reyna, the girl taking a few months before going into college, staying in San Juan, learning about her family, Thalia was still in California, Jason was alone in the Big Apple.

Too focus on his things, didn’t notice the boy walking in his direction, bumping with each other, both falling on the ground.

“Imbécil” muttered the boy, shaking his curly hair.

“You’re Leo” said Jason, remembering the boy he kissed back in that bar “the hot guy of the bar in LA”

“Chico Sexy” The tone was surprised, notting like the suggestive voice he used in the bar “I think the universe said you kissed me good enough”

I just want them to grow old together.

For my fellow writers:

yeahwriters - lots of prompts, images, quotes and motivation

writeworld - prompts, quotes, references, tips

fuckyeahcharacterdevelopment - character, plot development and vocabulary tips

writingprompts - amazing and original picture prompts

dictionaryofobscuresorrows - words you might not know and their meaning

wordjournal - more words

shannahmcgill - writing tips

archetypesandallusions - creative writing tips

kingdomjournalist - writing tips (not only how to write but also how to prepare emotionally)

livewritedream - bit of everything (prompts, tips)

mooderino - concise and to the point questions that help you build characters and stories

thewritershelpers - quotes, advice, book/author recommendations

writingquotes - what the url suggests

get-scribbling - prompts

scribblingoutofthelabyrinth - prompts, challenges, free writes

writing-problems - to know you are not alone in your struggles

Pick A Song

"You're alone," said his step-mother, a wicked smile on her lips.

"They will come." But Nico wasn't sure.

He walked in, Hazel was in the living room, reading a book, Frank was at his side, sitting straight, in a different chair than Hazel, too nervous.

"Leo and Jason?"

"They will come."

Hazel sighed, patting at his side, where Nico sat, burying his fingers on his tights.

Being in a polyamory relationship was hard, especially when his family mocked him about that, even Hazel, sweet and caring, looked at him weirdly.

"Nico, dad is expecting you, he's in his office."

Bianca was standing, avoiding his eyes, walking away when Nico passed at her side, his heart still aching.

"None of your boys came."

"They're late, Leo is working, soon he will get a patent, the youngest boy getting one."

Nico's voice was angry, the teasing in his father's tone infuriating him, the words dripping venom.

"And Jason, his father still spoiling him? at least Valdez has his own money"

"The scholarship of Jason isn't a gift"

Mr. di Angelo waved, standing from his desk, walking to the dining room, where the rest of the family was waiting.

Thanks to god, only his sisters, father, and step-mother were there, but he was expecting Jason and Leo, the family wouldn't be so mean in their presence.

He could fake an emergency, though, Leo burning something, Jason injured, an imaginary pet dying.

While he considered causing an accident, the doorbell rang, the heart of Nico pumping, he almost ran to open the door, Leo and Jason on the door.

"Sorry, babe, Superman got stuck at the laundry."

Nico hugged Leo, breathing deeply, kissing his jaw, barely crying, feeling safe with his boys.

"Hi, Neeks, I'm really sorry."

Jason was holding a bouquet, a shy smile, bitting the little scar on his face, reaching Nico's hand, interweaving their fingers, kissing them.

"At least you're here."

Merry Christmas.

This is part of the @damijonsecretsanta for @wisdom-walks-alone 

I hope you like it.

it’s also incredibly racist that reyna is a brown girl whose plot line revolves entirely around her being strong, self sufficient, and alone despite desperately and repeatedly expressing that she is desperate for love and support! he keeps making her cry out for help and love and then cruelly slamming the door in her face and saying she doesn’t need anyone! yes she does she’s a teenager who had to kill her own father and got abandoned by her big sister and has been working a two person job by herself!

video essays i love and think about a lot (mainly in relation to pop culture):

aaliyah, britney & the apathy of lifetime “biopics”

baby phat enterprise:  how kimora lee simmons pioneered 2000’s fashion

whiplash vs. black swan — the anatomy of the obsessed artist

born sexy yesterday

parasite — the power of symbols

hilary duff, lizzie mcguire, and the teen idol pigonhole

why this font is everywhere

it’s time to talk about the r@cism in dan schneider’s shows

a legally blonde fashion analysis

ghost singing: jennifer lopez’s stolen vocals and songs

the late capitalism of kpop

jennifer’s body and the horror of bad marketing

let’s get sad: a last of us video essay

video vixens got paid like rappers

how midsommar brainwashes you

beyonce’s voice is changing (part one, part two, part three)

explained: smoking and the voice

here’s what we missed on glee

how one netflix movie broke the entire internet

naughty dog’s game design is outdated

jeffree star faked everything about… well, everything

how we failed megan fox

mariah carey’s voice

token black girl: how tyra banks vs. naomi campbell was orchestrated by the industry

colorism in your favorite black sitcoms

that 80s show and the limits of nostalgia

‘us’ and the american dream: what it means

unraveling the madness of kanye west

life is strange: the worst best friend

Coffe shop AU

Where Reyna works in a coffe shop, and meets Thalia.

It was a hot day of summer, Reyna was sweating, standing in the cashier, fanning herself, looking at the empty café, the little place was hot, only a little window, small and impossible to open, the AC was broken, and won’t work for another week.

Thankfully, the day was to hot to go out, no dealing with rude clients.

The door opened, Reyna smiled, seeing her best friend walking in, Jason waved at her place, coming closer to the cashier.

“How’s it going?”

“Hot as hell, but no costumers.” Reyna sighed, looking at the empty tips jar.

“Same as always, for Piper and Leo too, they are in Leo the repair shop.”

“Lucky them,” muttered Reyna “Their AC is working.”

“I could bring some fans; Leo could build a small one.”

Reyna waved her hand, resting importance to the matter, making the beverage for her friends.

The door opened again, a bunch of girls walked in, loudly, the sat on the tables, one of them walking towards the cashier, all of them wore a leather jacket, Reyna catch the back of one of them, a half moon, with an arrow and a bow, were printed on it, the Huntress of Artemis, a gang of girls whom rode the country in motorcycles.

“Hey, Baby boy, could you move? I want to see the menu.”

The girl taking was tall, with short spiky black hair, a lot of piercings on her face, no make-up, something in her face looked familiar.

“I’m not a baby, Thalia.”

Reyna raised her eyebrows, dropping her eyelids, sending an accusing glare at Jason.

“I hope he’s not bothering you, I’m his sister, Thalia.”

“Don’t worry, he is a good guy, I’m Reyna.”

“I know, he loves to talk about you.”

One of the girls yelled, asking Thalia to stop flirting, Reyna blushed, finishing the order of Jason, ignoring the smile of Jason, full of mockery.

“I’m not flirting.” Thalia yelled back “But if you’re free this afternoon I could do it.” She added, winking at Reyna.

“She is free at six,” said Jason, while taking his order and going out.

“Do you want to go out on a date?” asked Thalia.

“If you’re not busy…”

“For a pretty girl, never”

@pjofemslashweek