#Cool friend guy that wears graphic tees

[coconut530]

Kovit!

[struwberrii]

haikyuu!! at an american highschool ⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ

pt.1 here pt.3 here

these are just some of my silly headcannons on how i think hq characters would act and what stereotypes they would be at an american highschool (as an american highschooler ☝️🤓)

characters: kuroo, kenma, bokuto, akaashi, oikawa, iwaizumi

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

kuroo

literally the biggest nerd but sm girls crush on him

the type of guy you gotta hit your friends with the “hear me out” before you say he’s cute

kind of annoying and cocky about his intelligence but ppl still like him

gets real creative about his insults towards ugly people

wears cringey dad graphic tees bc he has no style

crunchy coughs in class a lil too often….

has the oldest most beat up car on the planet like it’s a safety hazard driving that thing

always smells really weird like cigarettes or something despite not smoking a day in his life

debate club.

his note books have like water stains and the covers are like torn apart and look like they were used as a shield during a war

offers all his friends rides but is such a scary driver

makes fun of ppl “lovingly” but he’s lowkey a bully

jokingly owns a minecraft hoodie he bought from the kids section and it’s SO TIGHT it’s a crime to wear that out with his big self

kenma

wears the same clothes multiple days in a row, he don’t gaf he probably slept in ts too 😭

probably doesn’t really smell bad, just kind of…. moist? marinated?

his hair is probably really greasy sometimes

always brings some type of gaming console to school and plays during lunch and during any free time he has

sneaks his phone when he isn’t supposed to and has never been caught

for some reason he sits with cool people despite NEVER talking during class and never going out of his way to make friends (kuroo forces him to hang out with his friends)

raged at his game super loud in class one time and got so embarrassed he begged his counselor to take him out of that class

his grades are ok for someone who never studies or even really pays attention

some of his teachers have gone entire school years without ever remembering his name

has the best comebacks to everyone, he is not afraid to clock you

bokuto

drives the biggest jeep or like ford bronco ever and is actually a decent driver

his parking is TERRIBLE though and he never bothers to fix it

probably would play football (i’m sorry guys) and is constantly at risk of getting kicked off the team for his grades

akaashi helps him study to stay on the team

genuinely the biggest himbo, a bunch of the girls think he’s adorable but he never gets the hint

posts silly gym selfies on his story

book bag has like 1 notebook in it, maybe a pencil if he’s lucky

teachers secretly love him (but not enough to pass him)

i feel like he’d also try and join the swim team for some reason

i feel like he’d eat burger king for lunch :,(

girls confide in him with their drama even though he gives no helpful feedback or advice and just occasionally gasps and goes “no way”

has the most cracked iphone screen on the planet

akaashi

probably taking like half honors classes or AP (idk how it works i’m not at a regular high school sorry guys </3)

gets school iced coffee for breakfast

takes super good and detailed notes and helps bokuto despite being a lower grade

wears the funkiest outfits but girls still think he’s cute

no girls talk to him though because he’s so quiet

always has at least 1 airpod in

sells pics of his notes

sometimes goes off campus for lunch with bokuto, but refuses to eat burger king

other days he probably has salad for lunch

probably in like orchestra but never carries his instrument in the halls bc he thinks it’s embarrassing

bokuto is loud af cheering him on when they have concerts

also sneaks his phone during class but got caught one time and now he’s kind of too scared to use it

iwaizumi

wears those tight work out shirts to show off his muscles

probably drinks like protein drinks in class

has the biggest water bottle ever like bro drinks a gallon of water every period

has a SUPER old iphone or like an android he refuses to upgrade because it gets the job done

always posting about his gains

probably crashed his car and his bumper is like hanging off his car

in like a weight lifting or body building club and is probably the leader of said club

he and oikawa are a very popular duo

occasionally skips class if he ever just doesn’t feel like going

his notes are so vague and short yet he understands and remembers everything he wrote

his grades are insanely good too

literally only wears sports clothing

uses really good smelling cologne but since he’s so active there’s always a hint of must from all the sweat :,(

oikawa

man hoe

he has been in just about every girls dms at some point

his grades are like, okay? he’s not failing

does stuff for female validation, like ik if he had a cat he’d be posting it on his story constantly and like flexing his hand veins

drives a bmw

if he’s actually in a relationship, he’s super loyal tho

his teachers kinda hate him

still uses snapchat and his snap score is like 500k

has decent fashion but dresses mildly gay at the same time

people constantly make jokes abt him and iwa being gay and he gets so mad (maybe he’s projecting idk)

smells a little like vanilla

he and iwa get in n out for lunch and eat in his car

[bubsmiraculousau]

These r my first brainstorm pages for the ot5 civillian miraculous designs! Some of their styles I imagine would shift throughout the hypothetical series, esp Adrien and Marinette.

Adrien dresses like a little businessman, preppy in the most direct sense of the word, was taught to dress well to leave a good impression. Gabriel believes that every man should just wear a suit all the time, so Adrien's sweaters and khakis are a compromise. He basically only wears neutrals.

Marinette dresses in mainly pink, but dabbles in other colors as well. I think she would always have some kind of comfortable fabric on, and customizes her clothing with embroidery and things like that. I think she also just likes all the rainbow colors too.

Chloe is a true y2k girlie, Megan Fox's character's outfits from confessions of a teenage drama queen is her vibe. Blue, yellow, brown/beige, b&w, are her main vibe.

Ngl I have no idea what to do with Nino he just dresses like a guy. I think he's the most comfortable in looser clothing. I try to incorporate green into his outfits to tie into the turtle miraculous and him being friends with Adrien. His in-show design literally has like every color in it probably to tie all the characters into each other but it kills me to draw that lol. I'm much better with designing women's clothes...

Alya has tumblr girl style. She loves a black graphic tee and takes black and white pictures of her converse. She basically dresses like the girls I thought were so cool in middle school. Like c'mon she has a blog and Balayage hair, what other style would she be? (Also random fact but when I heard of 'twee' style I thought it just meant all Tumblr girl style not just the peter pan collar stuff lol) I think people call it Tumblr grunge as well? idk

I have a different updated lineup of the civilian classmates and I might make individual posts describing their vibe, background, inspiration, and style because fashion is very important w my characters lol. xx

[yae-energy]

get in bitch, we’re going shopping

synopsis: my take on what it’s like going to the mall with saiki and friends

cast: kusuo saiki, shun kaidou, aren kuboyasu x shopaholic black fem reader (all platonic)

cw: theft (kuboyasu’s part) , cursing

a/n: this won the poll so come get y’all snacks ! this was also mega fun to write omg 😭😭😭

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saiki - doesn’t even wanna be there

- bro just wants to stay home ong 😭

- def keeps that germanium ring on him cause he is not trynna hear everybody’s nasty ass thoughts

- sticks close to you if you’re in a group cause you’re the only one who isn’t stressing him out

- also cause you tend to wander off when looking at display windows

- has to keep you from going into every store y’all come across but man is that an exhausting job

- like he don’t wanna be there all damn day

- but having to stop you from getting pouty cause they didn’t have the sneakers you want is worse

- will literally use his clairvoyance to find the shoes in another store and then swap it with a different pair of the same value so you can shut the hell up 😭 (love a supportive king !!)

“they dont have the shoes?? i literally waited all damn day for those and they don’t even- …. huh? since when did these get here?”

“must be magic, now let’s get the hell outta here PLEASE”

- food court enthusiast !!!

- without a doubt his favorite place in the mall

- buys you both lunch

- also buys you a key chain as a gift cause he saw you eyeing it in one of the windows, and puts it in one of your bags so you’ll see it when you get home

- will not tell you he bought it

- you rambling to him on the way to school the next day about how you must’ve gotten it by mistake is a reward in itself

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kaidou - shopaholic bestie

- just like you, kaido loves a good shopping spree !!!

- he’s gotta deck himself out so dark reunion knows who they messing with !!!

- they don’t call him the jet black wings for nothing 😤

- gives surprisingly good fashion advice

“this color brings out your skin tone you should get this”

“these shoes match that hat you should get these”

“gold accessories fit your skin perfectly”

- loves when you give him a fashion show if you’re trying on clothes

- will literally make you runway walk 💀

- hot topic king !!!!

- prob their biggest buyer tbh

- gets those corny graphic tees and you have to BEG him to not wear them in public

- like he genuinely thinks they’re cool and you’re like

“😬…lets not”

- goes straight to the bookstore to see if they have any new manga

- will be there for hours if you don’t pull him out

- like he dead read a whole book once while you were out looking for bags

- you bought it for him as a treat cause he carried all your bags for you

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kuboyasu - a thief in the night

- im sorry y’all but this man def steals (same tho/hj)

- and doesn’t give a fuck either

- but most of the time it’s not even on purpose fr

- like he’ll pick up something and be like

“damn this shit cool ash”

- then will forget he has it in his hand and walk out with it 😭

- is banned from 3 of your favorite stores for doing this so he just stands outside like a club bouncer and waits for you

- best believe if someone tries to get at you he’s there to keep em in check !!

- once a cashier tried to get your number and he was not having it

“nuh uh”

- like 🤷🏽‍♀️ sorry but if they look like a loser he’s not letting it happen

- people assume you guys are dating cause he does that but he’s just a little protective fr

- he ain’t letting no scrub try to take you out, tf he look like?

- steals you that expensive bag you wanted

- goes with you into the makeup stores and lets you swatch the lipsticks on him if you run out of room on your hand

- will be mad if they don’t have your shade in anything and curse out the employees

- gets banned

[brodygold]

A Game For Bros

Nate and I had always been the same: two nerds, caught up in our own world of video games, D&D, and sci-fi movies. He’d been my best friend since high school, a skinny guy with messy brown hair, always wearing some oversized t-shirt of a superhero. Me? I wasn’t much different. Shorter, stockier, and always in retro game tees. We never got into sports—couldn’t care less, really. But that Saturday, when Nate invited me over to check out a new game, we did something a bit out of our comfort zone.

“I don’t usually go for sports games,” I said as I plopped onto his worn-out couch. The game case for The Golden Army: Rise of Champions sat on the coffee table, glowing in a strange golden light. “What made you pick this one?”

Nate shrugged as he plugged in the system. “The reviews were insane, man. People say it’s super immersive, like you actually feel the game.”

“Sounds cool enough,” I muttered, grabbing a soda. “Let’s see what it’s about.”

Nate’s apartment looked the same as always—cluttered with comic books, action figures, and old consoles. The screen flashed on, bathing the room in golden light as the title appeared: The Golden Army: Rise of Champions. The graphics were sharp, but what immediately caught my attention was how detailed the avatar customization was. We both laughed as we started making characters that were basically us but... stronger, taller, more athletic.

“Man, I wish I was this ripped in real life,” I said, chuckling as I bulked up my avatar.

Nate nodded, not looking up from his controller. “Same here, dude. If only, right?”

Once the game started, though, things got weird fast. It wasn’t like any sports game I’d ever played. It was too smooth, too real. Every movement of my character felt like it was coming from me, like my body was somehow connected to the screen. Nate was feeling it too; I could tell by how focused he’d gotten.

“This feels insane,” I muttered, my fingers flying over the controller as my avatar sprinted down the field. My skin tingled, and for a second, I thought it was just adrenaline from getting into the game.

“Yeah, it’s like... I can *feel* it,” Nate said, his voice lower, more serious than usual.

What I didn’t realize was that I really *was* feeling it. I was changing. My arms, once stocky but kind of soft, were slowly growing harder, leaner, and stronger. My biceps pushed against the fabric of my t-shirt, but I didn’t notice at first. I was too absorbed in the game. Nate wasn’t paying attention either, but he was changing too. His scrawny arms were swelling, his chest growing more defined, the lines of muscle slowly becoming visible under his shirt.

My legs were thickening, my calves bulging as they hardened. Nate’s shoulders broadened as his posture straightened, more relaxed, confident. His shaggy hair started to shift, styling itself into something neater and more athletic. It suited him.

Our avatar dominated the field. Every pass, every kick felt like it was coming straight from us. By the time the match ended, I noticed my t-shirt was stretched tight against my chest, clinging to muscles I didn’t remember having. But it felt normal. Like I’d always been this way. Nate was the same. His shirt had morphed into something sleeker, a fitted gold soccer jersey. I looked down, realizing mine had changed too. I wasn’t in my retro game tee anymore—I was in a gold jersey too, my name stitched across the back.

But we didn’t freak out. We didn’t question it. Why would we? We’d always been jocks, right? That’s how we met in the first place.

“Yo, that was sick, bro!” I grinned at Nate, flexing my now-defined arms. “We totally crushed that game.”

Nate smirked, his voice deeper now, his body lean and athletic. “Hell yeah, man. No one can take us down.”

The room around us had changed too, though we didn’t notice with how invested in the game we were. Gone were the stacks of comics and games. Instead, soccer trophies lined the shelves, photos of us in our golden jerseys, posing as champions of The Golden Army. It was as if our old lives had been erased, replaced entirely by something new.

As we kept playing, our minds continued to shift. I didn’t care about D&D or sci-fi movies anymore. All I could think about was training, getting stronger, being the best. Nate, once shy and quiet, was now exuding confidence. We were athletes, teammates, brothers on and off the field.

Our bodies had finished transforming. I looked over at Nate, admiring how ripped he was now. His short hair was clean, his jawline sharp. He looked... good. Really good. The thought lingered longer than it should have, but I didn’t push it away. Why would I? We’d always been close, but now there was something else there, something that had shifted between us.

I felt my heart race as I caught him looking at me the same way, his eyes lingering on my chest, my arms. The air between us felt electric, like something was pulling us together.

“Yo, Nate,” I started, feeling my pulse quicken. “You ever feel like... there’s more between us than just the game?”

Nate turned to me, his eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, the room was silent. Then he smirked, but there was something softer in his gaze. “Yeah, bro. I’ve been feeling that too.”

It happened without thinking. I reached out, grabbing his hand, and suddenly, I was pulling him closer. Our eyes met, and before I could stop myself, I kissed him. His lips were warm, firm, and everything clicked into place. It was like this was always meant to happen. Like this was who we were supposed to be.

When we finally pulled away, both of us were breathing hard. Nate looked at me, his grin returning. “Damn, bro. That was... intense.”

“Yeah,” I replied, still catching my breath. “But I think we’ve always had this, right? Just took us a while to figure it out.”

Nate nodded, his hand still on my chest, his thumb brushing against the fabric of my jersey. “Always. And now? We’ve got everything we need.”

We leaned in again, and this time, it felt even more right. We were no longer the nerdy duo, lost in games and fantasy worlds. We were champions—alpha jocks, leaders of The Golden Army—and we had found each other. As I held Nate close, our golden jerseys shining in the light, I knew that everything was just how it should be.

“Now how about round 2, bro?”

“Oh, you’re so on bro!”

[satoruzlove]

I AM THINKING SOOO HARD ABOUT MODERN DAY COLLEGE! MIKASA, EREN AND ARMIN!!!! HAVING A FRIEND GROUP W THEM!!!!!

like , okay , eren being that one guy that everyone knows but no one ever really talks to. people smile at him and greet him in the halls but he’s only ever with you, mika and armin between lectures. he’s a sports science major, he’s always at the campus gym or in the library on his laptop doing research. like he’s actually so good at what he’s into. he always has his hair half up, half down, he has a dog tag with his mum’s name on it and he has this wooden bead bracelet he never seems to take off. when he’s nervous [ usually when exam results are being passed out] he’s always fiddling with it. sometimes if he’s REALLY dazed he’ll have his dog tag between his lips and his pupils are all unfocused. he wears a lot of black, mainly heavily distressed jeans, sweats and jumpers. !!! IS A VANS GUY!!!! he draws on the sole of them and has yours, mikasa’s and armin’s names on them. </33333

he’s also the asshole of your group😭 like armin will just be putting on his glasses and eren just takes them and walks, he dead legs mikasa all the time and his favorite hobby is stealing your stationary for no good reason. 😭😭 he also acts like he’s never seen the things he took in his life. he uses armin’s head as an arm rest all the time, he LOVESSSS to ruffle yours and mikasa’s hair all the time, he can actually be pretty touchy. has a habit of fiddling with you guys. a lot of people on campus are like?? what the fuck when hes got an arm around mikasa’s shoulders or if hes got an arm around yours / armin’s cus hes just unconsciously very affectionate </3 bring it up and he’ll throw you.

armin who is a nursing student that i could literally ingest fully. he’s shorter compared to eren, he’s more well known because of how sweet he is and girls LOVEEE HIM. everywhere y’all go girls greet him and compliment his outfit, he’s always so bashful about it and sometimes eren will absolutely RUIN IT LIKE😭😭 “morning armin!!! i love ur hair today!!” “ good morning!! thank u sm urs is pret-“ “ hEYY ARMIN REMEMBER WHEN YOU PISSED THE BED💓💓💓💓” LMAOAOOAOAKAKAKAKAN 😭😭😭 mikasa has slapped his arms so many times bcus armin always feels so embarrassed, he walks away so fast and drags you with him while mikasa scolds him. poor baby. ARMIN’S STYLE!!!!!>>> he wears a lot of graphic tee’s in a more neutral colour, and then a dress shirt over, lots of cargo pants and air forces, specifically the ones with pastel details on them!!! he likes taking your jewellery so you two match a lot , it makes him so happy!!

he’s a grad student , his grades are so good. his gpa is like 3.8 mainly cus he has very bad exam anxiety, but he studies very often and his notes are so cool!! he’s an absolute master at diagrams , he has an eye for copy and pasting it just by looking at them and sketching. sometimes he gets really into it, and his glasses are almost falling off his face so you push them up for him. he always thanks you really quietly and squeezes the hand you used</333 his ears are secretly all pink and he’s smiling at his textbook</33333333 him and mikasa are an absolute power duo!!! they tend to bully eren and depending on how much of a rat he’s being , you either defend or bully him. you and eren are probably the more chaotic ones, tbh . ARMIN LOOOVES going on coffee dates with you guys!!! like you all go out when it’s chilly, sometimes you guy all hold hands and walk down the street 😭😭😭 and then you go in, chat, make jokes and take cute pictures just to destress after the long week at uni. it’s so pure and the pictures are stuff like all your drinks next to eachother, mikasa and eren hugging and pretending to make out😭😭, armin having a milk moustache and you almost dropping your drink all over yourself.

MIKASA IS A BUSINESS MAJOUR AND OH MY GOD SHE’S LIKE A ROBOT? if she’s half asleep and you asked her what the factors of production are she knows all of them are their remunerations too😭 she’s another one who’s super passionate and hard working , she loves the validation of knowing she did her best and she adores when you guys tell her that she’s done well): her teachers adore her, they all call her by her first name and her favorite one calls her mika after she heard eren calling her that!!</3333 she has a rly sophisticated dressing style, a lot of pleaded pants and turtle necks, leather jackets and very sleek jewellery. she has naturally fluffy brows and eyelashes so she doesn’t wear much makeup unless she’s feeling spicy 🤭 she also always has her nails as a deep wine red colour, it makes her look like a business woman. i’m drooling.

her books are all neat, everything about her is so pretty and elegant. she’s another kinda affectionate person but she’s sooo low-key about it lmao. like if y’all walk together she’ll walk on the open side of the sidewalk, she likes linking pinkies and loves holding onto armin/eren’s arm when she walks, or she basically attaches herself to your side. she’s always coddling you and armin,telling you to watch where you walk, reminding you to take vitamins, small things that show her affection for you</33 with eren she’s a bit less obvious about it and she’s AGGRESSIVE like randomly in your shared apartment and you’ll hear “ fuck you im not doing that” “it’s good for you asshole” “go away” and you’re like??? armin can u hear that but he’s already so done LMAO but he loves her anyway. she always tells armin how sweet he is and eren gets so pissy

just. them<3

[runthepockets]

I have this graphic tee shirt with a Gibson SG standard on it, ykno, it's one of my favorite shirts because I like Gibson SGs and I think guitars are awesome. I wear it as an undershirt to work one day and one of my coworkers laughs at it. I'm like "what's so funny?" And she's like "oh, you know, that's like a shirt a guy would wear in a Disney channel sitcoms, some shit that just screams "I like guitars and rock music", to make him seem quirky and edgy". And I was like, well yeah, I do like guitars and rock music, that's why I love this shirt. It's plain, to the point, and doesn't have a bunch of stupid brands all over it. It suits me. I've been thinking of getting one of those shirts with headphones printed around the collar, cus I think shirts like that are fun and express me properly. She kept trying to point out the irony of it but I just wasn't seeing it. I thought it was a cool shirt.

She was an interesting coworker. She had cool interests and was kinda funny at times, but she was always saying kinda mean spirited shit, overly judgemental, always had to have to last word, and played into the whole Zoomer/Millenial "I'm being uber ironic because I fear earnestness and hate seeing other people happy" ideaology. I don't really fuck with cis women with vibes like that, they remind me too much of my mother and my various ex friends I had to drop because their treatment of their peers was just too much for me. I talk to her about music and politics, sometimes bond with her over having an abusive mother, but mostly keep things between as impersonal.

Fast forward a few months and a coworker I was friends with while working there tells me she's transphobic and kinda racist with it, so my gut feeling was correct. All because she was laying into me a little too hard about a tshirt I really liked. It's honestly really fascinating how much better my bullshit detector has gotten with age, it's definitely a skill I had to learn the hard way.

[writterings]

dressing alt as a white guy is easy bc i'll wear ripped jeans and a basic black graphic tee and i have piercings and tattoos and everyone's like omg we love your outfit!!! your aesthetic is so cool!!! and i'm just like my friend i quite literally just threw this on. this is my lazy day outfit.

[samael-your-guardian-angel]

((Information about Samael!))

Name: Samael

Nicknames/Aliases: Planter of the Tree of Knowledge, Guardian Angel, Sam, Sammy J Gardener

Age/Date of Birth/Place of Birth: Older than time/Before time began/Heaven

Species: Angel

Gender/Pronouns: Technically agender, fine with corporation being seen as “male”, he/him

Sexuality: Technically asexual, sex-positive (in a demisexual sort of way) (Momo only!)

Appearance: Samael looks much like Crowley does; tall, lean, with red hair. He’s had just as many weird (meaning period-accurate) hairstyles as Crowley, but he prefers it long. In modern times, he often wears it up in a bun. Has normal, brown eyes, but enjoys novelty sunglasses that would make Crowley cringe. Loves wearing graphic tees with puns on them (example: a cartoon haloed avocado with the caption “Holy guacamole!”). Usually in street fashion in angelic colours of whites, creams, and tans. Just as concerned with coming off as “cool” as Crowley, but has a wildly different aesthetic.

Personality/History: A fast-living angel. A ray of sunshine, usually cheerful. Loves to people-watch. Great with kids. Easily distracted. Occasionally plagued with frustration (“why can’t people just be nice to each other?!”) Collects plants to the point where his flat is overrun with flowers, herbs and houseplants in pots, and he barely has room to sit down. (Refuses to sit in a chair properly anyway.) Has a bleeding heart for plants that need extra care, and is well known at all the local plant nurseries. All his ceilings are covered with stick-on stars, model solar systems, sky charts, and the like; some of which are hand-made. Drives a white Rolls Royce that refuses to play anything but ABBA, of its own free will. His timeline diverged from Crowley’s (EEAAO-style) because he did not suggest making a suggestion box, and thus did not end up at the Bad Kids table with Lucifer and the guys, and thus did not Fall.

His first assignment on Earth was helping put together the Garden of Eden (not as fun as making nebulae). There was supposed to be a DO NOT TOUCH sign on the tree, but he forgot about it. Got written up for that one. Hung around to watch the humans, was very dismayed to hear about the humans getting kicked out and felt a bit guilty for that. The Serpent, Asmodeus (wait, was he that one angel? THAT GUY FELL???), assured Samael that it wasn’t his fault and he was sure Samael was only doing his best. To hear such compassionate words from a demon (and he’s a demon- how- why- what-?) was fascinating to Samael, and he kind of, sort of, maybe, developed a bit of a crush- okay, he fell in love instantly whatever it’s not a big deal-

Got bored early on Earth, did some weird edgy LARPing to entertain himself, now has an Unfortunate Reputation in religious texts. Asmodeus teases him about it so much, which he finds so embarrassing (“Why does everyone think I’m literally Satan, I’m not, I’m not evil, I don’t go around seducing humans, stop laughing at me it’s not funny-”)

Kept showing up around Asmodeus like a very determined, lost puppy, until Asmodeus admitted that, alright, they were friends, maybe, don’t go spreading it around.

~

[parkermunson]

Celebrating october with eddie in '85 (historically accurate)

This is a bit long but cute! [1k] Divider by @firefly-graphics

Moodboard // Spotify Playlist (not historically accurate lol)

eddie's been waiting MONTHS for fall. october is his favorite month and no one's going to ruin it for him– not even that asshole jason.

week one: you take him to a pumpkin patch.

you're surrounded by parents with their kids but eddie's having the time of his life. he picks up a pumpkin, turns to you, and says "imagine a devil face on this guy! so metal!" you laugh and add it to the little wagon.

you buy each person in your life a pumpkin. his pumpkin has a bunch of curls hanging off the stem to resemble his hair. wayne's pumpkin is the most beautiful one you could find– no bumps/bruises, perfectly round and smooth. your parents and siblings each got a pumpkin too.

2 days later, you invite eddie over to your house for dinner with your family. you all ate, then sat at the table while some cheesy Halloween cartoon plays on the television. you're carving your pumpkin and eddie's helping when your arms get tired. he also helps your family.

during the weekend, you go to eddie's trailer. wayne's wearing the one Halloween shirt he has– a bright orange tee with a pumpkin face on it. "used to be eddie's favorite as a kid," he said.

eddie and wayne carved their pumpkins while one of wayne's old records played in the background. wayne went with a classic toothy smiley face. eddie attempted the devil face, but got upset when it wasn't working. you helped him fix it. it wasn't great but eddie loved it simply because you helped.

week two: you went to two haunted houses.

the first one wasn't scary at all, definitely meant for kids, but eddie held your hand the entire time.

the second one was terrifying. actors jumping out at all corners, getting in your space. eddie kept making jokes which calmed you down. at one point he looked at one of the actors covered in fake blood and said "you got something on your face." the actor broke character and laughed.

week three: you went shopping for costumes.

you agreed on a couple's costume, as you'd be spending the whole day together, but finding one you could both agree on proved to be difficult. eddie wanted to be something scary, but you didn't wantsomething too over the top. not to mention no horror movie had a duo that wasn't childish.

eddie chose to be Freddy Krueger, you chose Elvira (aka the hottest costumes of the early 80s).

that night, you went on a walk around the neighborhood to look at the decorations. not many people decorated in eddie's trailer park, so you stuck to your side of town. eddie kept pointing out the stuff he found cool. he kept a mental note of the coolest ideas for when he got his own place (but forgot them all an hour later).

week four: you had a group movie marathon.

the entire group gathered at Mike's, as it was the only place big enough. it took a lot of convincing, but eventually nancy, steve, and robin gave in and joined.

dustin was adamant Ghostbusters play first. eddie complained until Nightmare on Elm Street was played sometime during the night.

you ate so much popcorn and candy, you left with the worst stomach ache of your life. eddie laughed about his ability to eat whatever he could get his hands on without ever getting sick.

the last week: you went to a costume party.

a friend of yours invited you to a party the night before halloween. she was hesitant to allow Eddie, but you made it clear you wouldn't go without him.

the party was on a tuesday night at your friend's house. you showed up at 10pm and it was already a bit crowded with teenagers standing around the front lawn. the idea was to show up 'early' before it gets out of hand (for eddie's sake)

by 11pm, the party was in full swing. the music so loud you could barely hear yourself, the room so crowded you had to elbow your way around. it was a costume party. not wanting to risk beer ruining it, you saved Elvira for tomorrow. you went as Nancy to eddie's Freddy Krueger.

the night was spent dancing, drinking, and being stupid. eddie was only called out a few times, but the guys were too drunk to pursue a fight. eddie and you left in giggles only an hour later, realizing it wasn't really your scene.

Halloween: was on a Wednesday so eddie still had to go to school. you spent the day baking halloween cookies at your place.

an hour before eddie got out of school, you started getting your elvira costume on. the dress looked amazing but the wig was uneven and never sat right. you left it off until trick-or-treating time.

eddie walked in as you were pulling the last batch of cookies out of the oven. his jaw dropped upon seeing you. you barely turned the oven off before he had you over his shoulder leading you to the bedroom.

the first knock on your door came at 4pm. you barely had your dress shoved back in place by the time eddie got the door open. it was a little superman. eddie gave him a fistbump and a giant candybar before the small hero hopped back down the stairs to the next house.

eddie and you sat on your front steps eating cookies and handing out candy to the kids. it didn't get crowded until 5, and stayed like that until 7pm.

your parents came by at 7:30 and sent you and eddie away, promising they could handle the trick-or-treaters the rest of the night.

eddie and you spent some time walking around and looking at the costumes. anytime he saw another freddy, he would fistbump them.

you hopped in the van and headed to eddie's trailer to bring wayne some cookies, but he wasn't there. leaving them in tinfoil on the counter, you changed into a pair of jeans you left at eddie's and one of his sweatshirts to go to a bonfire the trailer park residents were having.

you spent the night curled up with eddie, roasting marshmallows, eating smores, and listening to ghost stories.

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🎃 Hiii! I love your blog and I was wondering if you could give me a supernatural character?

I'm a HUGE collector, like I collect crystals, tarot decks, dolls and trinkets overall. Even books and stickers too. They're literally all over my room especially figures too. On my walls there are also things such as coasters (Sam and dean's mugshots LMFAOOO) and prints that I just think are really pretty. It's something I don't tell a lot of people about but it's definitely a big thing about me.

Personality wise I'd say I'm pretty funny but I don't want to sound conceited? I definitely do try to make my friends have a laugh at least once a day. I laugh at literally everything though. I talk A LOT as you can see and I'm also a very passionate personally about everything I love.

When it comes to my tarot cards and crystals, I'd say I believe them when it comes to tarot readings but I'm not like analysing every breath with a rose quartz.

I love many films from chick flicks to Fight Club and I think they're both really good. I'm very critical at times when watching films which may be a bad trait since it throws me off of the rest of the film 😅

I'd say some of my favourites are Fight club, pride and prejudice (2005), the darjeeling limited, Clueless and the matrix.

But when it comes to series I like things like total drama, Supernatural obviously, THE BOYS I LITERALLY BREATHE THAT SHOW and gilmore girls! They're all just enjoyable

Other hobbies include drawing (I love drawing people and looking at design choices in characters), writing and gaming.

Favourite music artists are Lady Gaga, the Smiths, TV Girl, Michael Jackson, Usher and there's probably more but I do really enjoy R&B.

Physically, I'm quite short with thick, curly black hair and olive skin since I'm middle eastern. I have dark eyes and a couple of beauty marks on my face. I wear glasses (when I can be bothered) and if I could wear anything I wanted I would definitely be a completely Rory Gilmore, but instead I'd say most of the time I put on jeans and a graphic tee. Sometimes I do genuinely try to look good though, I really do like to pamper myself because I never really was girly when I was younger and I wish i was tbh 😭 but I'm just channeling it now.

Honestly thanks for reading all of this 😓 can't wait to see what you choose and take your time!! :)

hiii!!! you’re so cool omg. tarot and stuff is so interesting to me!!!!

i hope you enjoy your mashup ml!!!

I ship you with Dean!

“can you do tarot on me?” with that little smirk

he watches all ur chick flicks and other movies with you 24/7. like constantly!!! don’t let him watch gilmore girls cus he’ll be “woah that guy looks like Sam,” (💀)

he def gives you all his clothes bc you guys have some similar styles. he buys you new crystals and stuff too!!! he’ll kiss all ur beauty marks and sing along to all of your songs really loudly and obnoxiously!!! (in a loving way!)

[cophene]

r. nero || ✦.⁺ bellflowers.

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pairing : vento aureo x gn reader summary : a college student tries getting the attention of some of the most admired and attractive people on campus, only to get caught up with stands and vigilante groups in the process. notes : modern au, multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn't follow canon plot word count : 2.5k+

═ ☆. Y/N SPENT THE WEEKEND with their head all over the place. There was the matter of Sale, who was still running around after they'd failed to catch him a few days ago in Capri. Then there were the girls who'd harassed them, their words stuck (y/n)'s mind like prickly thorns. (Y/n) had avoided replying to Trish and Giorno's texts asking how the meeting with Abbacchio had gone. They were still conflicted about what exactly hanging out with them meant—if it was for some kind of misguided validation on (y/n)'s part.

To take their mind off things, (y/n) left campus for a bit. Their first instinct was to go to the café, but things were still tense between themselves and Fugo. They decided to go into Naples proper instead, hoping a bit of fresh air and people-watching would do them some good.

The sky was overcast, and a slight wind blew through the air. (Y/n) passed by storefronts and businesses, their eyes skipping past preppy young people and stately older couples. When was the last time (y/n) had bought anything for themselves? Maybe that would be good for them. Trish would know what style of clothing looked good on—

Is she even really my friend to be thinking about her like that?

(Y/n) paused at a high-end boutique, admiring the stylish outfits the mannequins displayed. Wasn't college supposed to be a chance at meeting new people? How was it that (y/n)'s pool of friends was still so tiny compared to the thousands of students who went to Sapiena?

There's Narancia, I guess. And Fugo, if he weren't pissed at me. I wonder if Mista or Bruno would consider themselves my friend?

(Y/n) felt like they were overthinking this. Friendships shouldn't be overthought, should they?

Their stomach growled moodily, not concerned with any of (y/n)'s mental turmoil. Was there a good restaurant around here somewhere? (Y/n) ducked into a random one a few feet away when the sign boasting a half-off lunch caught their eye. They put their order in at the front counter and the server told them to take a seat.

Even though they shouldn't have, (y/n) took a peek at the Sapiena elites' profiles while they waited. There were a number of new pictures from Trish and Giorno's charity event, both of them wearing immaculate outfits and cordial smiles. Mista had hit up a club after whatever appointment he'd had, and his latest pictures featured a blurry figure pressing a kiss to his cheek. Bruno's profile was quiet, but then again, it always was compared to everyone else's.

What am I doing with them?

Someone abruptly took the seat opposite (y/n). They opened their mouth to protest before a sharp glare from a pair of red-black eyes shut them up. It took a second for (y/n) to register who the person wearing black flannel over a graphic tee was.

"Don't look behind you," Risotto said, his lips barely moving. "Pretend you were expecting me. Give me a menu."

Of course, that made (y/n) want to look behind them. They passed over a menu, trying to see what Risotto was hiding from through the metal napkin dispenser's reflection.

"What's going on?"

"Some guy is tailing me." Risotto opened the menu, cool as a cucumber. "He's bad news. I ducked in here for cover. And yes, it was a total coincidence you happened to be here."

"Someone's following you?" The back of (y/n)'s neck prickled uncomfortably. Even with all of the people around them, they suddenly felt on edge.

"One of Signor D's guys, I'm pretty sure." Risotto's eyes flicked up briefly. "He came in just now."

Holy shit.

(Y/n)'s palms began to sweat. A server came by with their order and (y/n) thanked her shakily.

"How are you being so calm right now? Shouldn't you be running your ass off?"

"I don't run," said Risotto.

"Maybe he just wants to talk?"

"He's had every opportunity to. People who want to talk don't follow me silently for five blocks, do they?"

This was ridiculous. Out of all the restaurants on this street, Risotto had to come here? Could (y/n) just get a break?

"What are you going to do?"

"Hurt him before he hurts me."

Risotto was nothing if not blunt. His penchant for violence was concerning, though. He must have been a hitman in another life.

"Do what you will," (y/n) said, digging into their food and trying for nonchalance. "Just let me eat my meal, please."

Risotto narrowed his eyes at (y/n). "You're not going to help me?"

"It's not like I asked you to come here."

Something at the back of (y/n)'s mind tingled. They didn't know what it was. Only that it was exactly like the time they'd known Rolling Stones had been on a certain floor.

"But—"

(Y/n)'s vision flipped sideways as someone yanked their seat out from under them. Their ass crashed to the ground and a clamour went up in the people around them.

"Figures it would be you," a familiar spiky-haired male spat.

Goddamnit. And (y/n) had been hoping they wouldn't be seeing Sale's stupid ginger-head anytime soon.

(Y/n) kicked at the chair, knocking it into Sale. He stumbled, and (y/n) jumped to their feet, throwing a fist at his temple. They were faintly surprised at their own agility. Maybe it was some byproduct of White Satin.

"You piece of shit." Sale lunged for (y/n). They leapt back, falling over another patron and their table. Distance. They needed distance. Throwing punches was fun, but if Sale froze them to the spot again, they were screwed. Sale's Stand ability couldn't extend more than a few metres, right?

Risotto lifted (y/n)'s lunch and flung it in Sale's face. Impossibly, it froze in midair before it could make contact. Sale reeled back, and his Stand flickered briefly at his side. (Y/n) didn't see what happened before the dish was flying back in Risotto's direction. He barely managed to duck before the pasta splattered on the wall behind him.

"The Signor is getting tired of you sniffing around his business," Sale growled. "Why can't you just leave it alone?"

"Like hell." Risotto shoved the entire table into Sale's body with a deafening screech of table legs and the sound of cutlery and glasses.

A woman screamed, and several people shot to their feet. (Y/n) forced themself to move. They dashed to the front counter, throwing a few euro bills at the shocked cashier there. Hopefully, that covered their meal. (Y/n) burst outside and started booking it, hoping Risotto was behind them. Sure enough, he caught up to them a few seconds later.

"Sale's the one following you?" (y/n) gasped at him. They could sense the energy from Sale's Stand behind them, like an itch at the back of their head. Strands of White Satin must be lagging behind, following Sale.

"Looks like it," Risotto said. He yanked on (y/n)'s arm, leading them down a side street. (Y/n) heard yelling behind them as Sale shoved past pedestrians, hot on their heels.

The two of them wove around people, trying to lose themselves in the crowd. Risotto pulled (y/n) across a street just as the light changed to green. Horns blared and a car bumper nearly rammed into (y/n)'s legs. Their heart was beating a mile a minute. It felt like Sale was only a hair's breadth away from locking them in place.

Risotto and (y/n) ducked under the awning of a random flower shop, startling the patrons there. (Y/n) tried to catch their breath while Risotto darted glances down the street.

"We can't keep running. Sale's going to catch up to us eventually," (y/n) said between gulps of air. "Is there nothing your Stand can do?"

"Is there nothing your Stand can do?" Risotto shot back.

"Sale's going to freeze White Satin before it can do anything!"

"Buon giorno!" Risotto and (y/n) jumped as a middle-aged lady greeted them boisterously. "Can I help the two of you find any flowers in particular?"

(Y/n)'s prickling sense flared. There was a flash of ginger hair down the street. Without thinking, (y/n) pulled Risotto towards them and hung on his arm in what they hoped was an affectionate manner.

"Yes! My boyfriend and I are here to find flowers for our anniversary!" The words rushed out of (y/n)'s mouth like hot coals. Risotto's arm tensed. He tried pulling away, but (y/n) held firm. They kept their attention firmly on the middle-aged lady, knowing Risotto's eyes would probably vaporize them on the spot. Stupidly, they picked up a metallic undertone coming from Risotto's clothes. It was strangely nice.

The flower stall owner clapped her hands together. "Oh, how lovely! What did you have in mind?"

The tingling grew stronger. (Y/n) tugged Risotto to the back of the stall, out of sight from the main street. "I'm not sure. Maybe we could take a look at some of the arrangements back here?"

The florist followed them over, chattering on about this colour petal with that type of stem. She began pulling out flowers, holding them out for (y/n) and Risotto's inspection.

"What the hell are you doing?" Risotto growled under his breath. He shrugged half-heartedly at a bouquet of yellow roses the lady proffered. (Y/n) couldn't tell if the colour in his cheeks was because he was pissed or because he was embarrassed. Probably both.

"Just bear with me," (y/n) whispered. "If we hide in here, Sale's will pass right by us."

"I know that. But you couldn't have gone without the boyfriend comment?"

"Why? Does it bother you?"

As the florist explained the meaning of daffodils, (y/n) stilled as the tingling intensified. They suddenly knew that if they had turned around right then, they would have seen Sale stalking by. For an unbearable moment, (y/n) was afraid Sale would enter the stall. There wasn't a lot they would be able to do surrounded by tulips and sprigs of baby's breath. A rose thorn in the eye, maybe?

Thankfully, the ginger moved on, and (y/n) relaxed as the tingling grew fainter and fainter.

He's gone, (y/n) mouthed to Risotto when the florist's back was turned.

Thank god, he mouthed back.

(Y/n) slowly extricated their arm from Risotto's. They hadn't realized how close the two of them were standing until they took a pointed step away from him. Risotto cleared his throat, tugging down his beanie over his hair.

"I appreciate your help, signora, but we need to get going. We have, uh, somewhere to be."

The florist turned to them, her arms full of flowers. "But you don't have a bouquet yet!"

Risotto tightened his jaw. "We can do without."

(Y/n) felt a little bad for the florist. She'd probably never encountered such an awkward couple before.

Not that (y/n) and Risotto were a couple, of course.

The florist clicked her tongue. She began roughly replacing the flowers back in their displays "Honestly! And I took all that time. Here, why don't you take this bouquet then?" She thrust a bouquet into Risotto's arms. The flowers were a little wilted, but that didn't take away from their charming purple-blue colour.

"Bellflowers," the florist said decisively. "Gratitude, humility, support. Not that you young people care about those things nowadays."

"We don't need—"

"I love them," (y/n) said, their voice a little jittery from the adrenaline. There was something so endearing about dark and gloomy Risotto holding a bouquet of bellflowers. (Y/n) would've taken a picture if they weren't afraid of hacking up razor blades.

"I know you do. You can pay up front and be on your way. Since you're so busy." The florist went to the front counter, muttering under her breath. Risotto shot a murderous look at (y/n). They gave him their most innocent, earnest look in return.

He paid for the flowers.

When they were sure Sale wasn't going to come sprinting after them, (y/n) and Risotto left the flower shop. At Risotto's insistence, they took the long, winding route back to Sapiena.

"What were you even doing before you got chased?" (y/n) asked, still fighting a smile at the sight of Risotto holding bellflowers.

"I ran out of salt."

"You were going grocery shopping?"

Risotto grunted.

"Well, you still don't have any salt. Wanna swing by a grocery store right now?"

"I'll survive. Pesci won't die if he loans me some salt."

It was ridiculous how Risotto had gone from buying salt to running for his life. (Y/n) resolved to be more careful themself. It looked like Signor D wasn't above random attacks in broad daylight. And they'd gotten on Sale's personal bad side.

"You should be careful," (y/n) said to Risotto. "It's probably not a good idea to go anywhere on your own right now."

"Says the person going to a restaurant on their own."

"I was perfectly fine until you showed up."

Risotto opened his mouth and closed it again, thinking over his words. "You should be careful too, you know." (Y/n) looked at him sidelong. "You don't have a lot of experience with your Stand. If something happened ...." The bouquet of flowers waved vaguely.

(Y/n) tripped over their own feet. "Risotto, where the hell is your hand?!"

Horrifyingly, the flannel sleeve of Risotto's arm just disappeared at his forearm. The spots where his fingers wrapped around the bouquet also looked like empty pockets of space. Risotto stopped walking. He blinked at the bellflowers, which seemed to be floating in midair, and then down the street as though he'd dropped his arm somewhere.

He prodded the space where his arm should have been, looking bemused more than anything. "My arm is still there."

"Why is it invisible?" (y/n) squeaked.

Risotto handed over the bellflowers to (y/n), who took them dumbly. He shook his invisible arm, frowning when it didn't reappear.

"Weird," he said.

(Y/n)'s horror started to fade. "I thought Metallica only manipulated iron or whatever."

"There's iron everywhere," Risotto murmured. "I wonder if—" he squinted down at his arm. A faint outline of it appeared, shifting in the air like a mirage.

"How are you doing that?"

"I think—my Stand might be unconsciously sticking iron particles to my arm. Those particles are bending the light and making it disappear."

(Y/n) looked at Risotto blankly.

Risotto wrinkled his brow in concentration and slowly, the rest of his arm started to disappear. When (y/n) looked closely, they thought they could see an impression of it in the air, shifting as Risotto moved.

"You could make your entire body disappear," (y/n) breathed.

Risotto's arm reappeared all at once. He shook his head.

"Goddamn, that makes me dizzy."

(Y/n) batted Risotto's arm with the bellflowers. "This would've been a helpful ability to discover before Sale started chasing us."

"Right, and you couldn't have used your Stand-sensing White Satin to warn me about Sale." Risotto continued walking down the street. "I'll keep working on this. If I can make myself disappear, I could probably make other things disappear too."

Back at Sapiena, the bellflowers were split between Risotto and (y/n). Risotto threatened to throw the flowers in the trash, but (y/n) watched him leave.

He passed a trashcan and the bellflowers grudgingly stayed in his hand.

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TEST 4: A DATE WITH MARKIPLI- I MEAN THE AMAZING ONE

It was a perfect day, because of course it was. Casey would have threatened the sky if it meant clearing the clouds. But luckily there was no need. They sit in a local coffee shop, dressed way too nicely for just hanging out. But they got too excited and wanted to impress Max. So much so that they showed up an hour early to make sure everything was perfect. And weirdly enough, most everyone has left except for the workers. Casey now sits, leg bouncing, waiting for Max to arrive.

Max slams open the door, rushing in, the bell ringing loudly above the door and startling Casey. He frantically looks around before spotting Casey and making an effort to slowly walk over like a normal member of society. Keyword: effort. “Hi, i'm so so so sorry i'm late, I was helping out a friend with a favor and I lost track of time and I really didn’t get any sleep last night and-” 

Considering Casey is the only customer currently in the shop, Max does not pull off the cool transition well. He tries to take a deep breath to stop breathing so damn fast. He’s a bit out of shape. “And I’m really sorry I wasted your time like that” Max is really only 20 minutes late, but to him it feels like 2 hours. “How um, how are you?” Although he was late, it didn't bother Casey as much as they thought that it should, and they gave him a wide smile. "No need to apologize!" They (not so subtly) show off the fancy dress they wore for the evening. "It's nice of you to help out a friend, and you weren't too late, I was only just getting bored." 

They responded with a giggle, "I'm great. Especially now that you're here."

Casey is full flung head over heels at the sight of Max.

“Awwww, that’s so sweet of you to say!” Max’s face flushes. “I have to say, you look absolutely magnificent. I especially love the stitching and embroidery at the hem. I’ve never seen you wear a dress like that before but it looks almost like it was made for you.”

The dress was made for them. They had their tailor make something just for today.

“Where did you buy i- uhh, I mean… uh… never mind, I’m sure you don’t want to discuss fashion with a guy like me” Max laughs nervously.

"Oh- uhm I bought it at…Claire's?" It was a lie. They got it from their personal tailor. "Thank you so much for the compliments! I know it's a little fancy for a cafe but I wanted to impress you."

Max very well knows that dresses aren’t sold at Claire’s. “Um, Claire’s, huh. Well you’re very lucky… Was it like a promotion or something?”

Casey has no clue what to say as they have little knowledge on what Claire’s actually sells. The safe answer would be ‘Yes, something like that,’ but then again, this is Casey Briar. Completely unpredictable and incredible at embarrassing themself. Hide your washing machines.

“I’ll stop asking about the dress, I'm being kinda weird” Max rubs the back of his neck.

"No! No, you're fine! I honestly like being able to talk to someone about dresses, no one I know really cares about fashion." Casey looks at their hands in their lap.

Max stammers. “I, ha, I mean, I don’t…um” 

"Are you not into fashion?" Casey frowned.

“Ah, um. I mean, “ Max hears a slight ringing in their ear. They should really open up to Casey, they only mean the best. “Yes, I’m into fashion,” he takes a deep breath. The ringing stops. “At least sort of, I mean, I don’t really care about…Well, any of the modern stuff I suppose. it’s all kinda… sweatshop-y? No one does their stitching right and it bothers me because like, I can see it right? Like it’s right in front of my eyeballs. I can see the effects of slave labour and just, it feels like no one ever cares to pay attention to it? I mean, everyone has like 40 print tees with dumb brands on them, and yet if you destroy one of their beloved graphic tees, half the time they wouldn’t even notice? I mean hell, half of it ends up in the landfill anyway. But the worst part is the clothes aren’t even good at being clothes, like. They fall apart in days, and they almost never darn nicely, and just. It sucks.” Max realizes. “Um… I’m rambling aren’t I, I’m sorry. I can shut up, I feel like I haven’t given you a chance to speak at all”

"No, I actually like listening to you. You know a lot." They tucked a stray strand of hair behind their ear. "And with such standards it makes me even more happy you complimented my dress earlier.."

Max smiles, relieved. “Aww, I mean, I feel like it’s the basics of ethical wear, but, sorry I keep putting my foot in my mouth. Yes, I really mean it about the dress, it’s magnificent. What do you think about fashion if I may ask?”

A blush made its way to Casey’s cheeks. "Uhm, I've never made clothes myself and most of mine are made by my tailor, but I really enjoy cute clothes. The ones that show off my waist, and fit well with my jewelry. I sometimes watch my tailor when he sews and I've tried it out once! I pricked my finger and he said I wouldn't be allowed to touch the needles again but it was so fun to see the dresses he made come together." They ended up rambling. "Ah, sorry, now I'm the one talking your ear off."

“Don’t worry about it, I think it’s super cool you hired a tailor. I did the same back when I was learning. It’s pretty easy once you know all the stitches, but you know, that takes a while.” Max relaxes a bit in his chair. “Hey, If ever you want help with an outfit and your tailor’s busy, feel free to give me a shout. I’m a bit of an amateur, but I know enough of the basics I’m sure I could lend a hand!” 

While the two chat, the workers behind the counter whisper among themselves before one finally walks around to the table. He nervously smiles and asks “Would you two like to order anything?”

"Yes please!" Casey started their very long and specific order that they order every time they come to this cafe. The workers already know their order but they still say it out loud every single time to their annoyance, 'just in case' they forget, even though they absolutely could just say 'my usual' and they'd get the same order. "Did you get all that? I can repeat it if needed." The waiter shakes his head and finishes drawing a squid in his notepad, because he knows if he doesn’t ‘write it down’ then Casey will repeat it, but he doesn’t mind. Helps him practice drawing. “Yup! Got it all down. Your usual!”

 Casey looks over. "What would you like, Max?"

“I’m really sorry, I uh, don’t know what the drinks on this menu are… Um, do you guys have frozen drinks? Like a frappe?”

“Well, yes we do, but we don’t call them frappe’s. Well no, we’re not supposed to call them frappe’s. They’re called…” the waiter sighs “Réveil Glacé…”

“Can I have a large er ‘Ruhvale Glass eh’?”

“We don’t have large’s we have Cup, Mug, and Vase. A large is a vase.”The waiter looks more and more miserable as he explains the shop's poor wording.

“A um, a ‘vaws’ of that previous drink then?” Max says, very sure he butchered the pronunciation.

“It’s- it’s just Vase. Like- something you put flowers in. It’s not French.”

“Oh um,” Max blushes. “Right. That then.”

The waiter nods and heads back behind the counter to make the drinks.

Casey tries to contain their laughter, failing, as they try to soothe Max. "It's okay hun, your pronunciation was amazing. I'm so proud of you." Max clearly looks EXHAUSTED from that exchange. 

“Fr- f- French is really hard Casey. It- it’s my worst subject…” He frowns.

"That's okay, it doesn't make you any less amazing." Casey is fluent in French, their mother made them learn it because it was a ‘dignified language’. They’re being kind to Max right now.

“We’ve only been studying it 4 years, it’s no fair they want me to understand whole entire sentences.” It’s completely fair for the school to expect them to understand full sentences, in fact it’s a miracle Max made it to French 4.

Casey almost laughed at that, but they held themself together. "It's okay, do you want me to tutor you? I'm. Pretty decent at French."

Max smiles. “That would be nice. I don’t know if it’s ahead of your learning, but if you can help me with passay ant-earier, I might be able to start on my assignment.”

"... I'm sure I can help you, don't worry." Casey had absolutely no clue what he was attempting to say in French. The narrator doesn’t know either. It also seems Max doesn’t.

The waiter walks back again two drinks in hand. One that looks to be a mountain of treats on top of coffee and the other, a usual frappe. He sets them down and asks “Would you two like anything else?”

"Yes, can we have a few cookies?" Casey asks, clasping their hands together.

“Sure! We have chocolate chip, sugar, raisin, double chocolate, vanilla, macaroons, macadamia nut, almond, and honey crisp.”

"Are you allergic to nuts, Max?"

“Just peanuts, the rest are fine, if you know there is no peanut oil or anything”

"Uh." Casey turns to the waiter, "Can we have all of them except for the ones with peanut oil?"

The waiter nods. “Sounds good! One of each or two?”

"Two, please!"

He smiles and says “coming up!” And quickly heads to the cookie display. The waiter comes back with a large plate of cookies and says “Enjoy!” Before heading back to the counter

“Hey Um. Thanks for all this.” Max fidgets with his hands. “I wouldn’t have ever thought to do something nice like this on my own and it’s really nice to be able to take a break from all the messiness in my life. Well, most of the messiness anyway.” He smiles. “You’re a really good person, Casey. I mean I’m sure you get that all the time but, I still think it needs to be said.” Despite being told that every day, for once it’s obvious that Max truly means it.

"Actually, I don't hear it that much.." Casey’s face goes red. "You're the first to, like, actually say I'm a nice person and not say it just cuz there's something to gain from being friends with me." This time, they looked from their hands and smiled at Max. "Thank you so much. If you ever need a break, you have my number, I'll always make time for you. Even if it's the end of the world."

Max blushes. “That’s really sweet. Though, the end of the world may come sooner than we think. Whole lot of capes these days and their powers can be anything. I heard one guy can freeze everything for half a mile around… All I’m saying is- you mean a lot to me, so take care of yourself, okay?”

The way he talked about capes caused them to pause, not sure how to respond. They just said, "Thank you. You too, Max. You mean a lot to me too."

The sky starts to turn red as the sun goes down. “We will close soon, just so you know.” the waiter calls out.

"Oh! Time flew by, huh? Well, I'm sure you have other things to do so we can call it a day?"

“Oh, yeah! Maybe text me sometime, again and um, I’ll, uh. Um.”

Casey giggles, "I'll text you." Then, they leaned over and pressed a small kiss on Max’s cheek. "See you, Maxie. This was fun!"

The narrator screams. Max is completely speechless.

Casey’s phone rings and after checking it, it appears to be their mother. Their wonderful time just got crushed, their mom was wanting to know where they were and why they weren't home. As they read the texts their face fell, it appeared she had been texting for hours at this point and they hadn't checked. There was no way they were getting off easy when they got home. They whispered under their breath. “Fuck.” The phone falls silent as the call finally stops. Right after it starts to ring again. Casey knows she won’t call a third time.

They quickly rushed out the door, waving goodbye to Max. As the door swings shut, Casey looks back to meet Max’s eye. Their eyes are full of tears, and their face is pale. Then the door shuts and the waiter looks to Max. “Don’t worry about paying, they prepaid and what not. I hope you had a lovely day!” 

Casey takes the call. "Yes, mother?"

“Where are you?” The voice is cold.

"I'm on my way home, I'm sorry, I didn't see the texts until now."

“I don’t want to have to wait for you. Either fly home or tell the driver where you are, we have dinner in 30 minutes and you will not be late. We are having very important guests over.”

"I'm sorry, I'll be home." They kept their voice from breaking mid sentence.

Casey’s mother hangs up, and the driver soon texts “Where may I pick you up?”

Casey sends the address to their driver and waits, their dress was now wet from their tears and it made them even more frustrated. Even though they wanted this date to end well, nothing does for them, they wonder why they got their hopes up from the beginning. The driver soon arrives, and when seeing the sight of Casey as they climb into the car she looks a little sad. She says quietly

 “There are tissues in the door, dear. And….your mother requested you change into the outfit she chose. It should be on the seat next to you.”

"Thank you." They whispered to the driver and wiped the tear stains from their face. They were glad they wore water-proof makeup or else their dress would be even more ruined. The dress their mother chose wasn't ugly, it was a fancy dress that they knew she made to suit her child, but they hated it because it didn't feel like theirs. It made them frustrated. They put it on anyway, knowing that they'd get in trouble if they didn't.

They arrive at the entrance of the Briar residence, Casey’s mother waiting impatiently. “You look lovely, dear.”

END.

[born-to-lose]

Hi,

What do you imagine your OCS to look like?

Do you have a favourite OC?

Are your OCS based on anyone you know in real life or musicians etc?

What do you imagine your OCS to look like?

Liz: straight layered long golden blonde hair with bangs (look up Jamie Beckham of the band Violet, that's pretty much the hairstyle), rosy skin, the shortest in the band (about 5'4"), medium to chubby with curves, dresses like an 80s glam rocker with fringed jackets, leopard pants etc

Jack: messy shoulder-length black dyed hair with light brown roots growing out but he always re-dyes them before they're too visible, very pale skin, a bit taller than Liz, quite skinny, usually wears band shirts and ripped jeans

Phil: wavy strawberry blonde hair, fair olive skin, the tall lanky guy in the band (slightly below 6'3"), rather thin but still has muscle from his work as a drummer, wears loose half unbuttoned shirts with the sleeves rolled up

Antonio: long curly dark brown hair, tan skin, tall and kinda brawny but a little shorter than Phil, some muscle but not too much, classic outfit is shirtless with a vest or graphic tees/band shirts

Do you have a favourite OC?

I love them all equally Liz

She's basically me but if I were cooler and achieved more. Not exactly my ideal self because I gave her my issues and put her in situations, but she's the singer of a cool band with really good friends and travelling across Europe with them!! Literally the dream life

Are your OCS based on anyone you know in real life or musicians etc?

Liz and Jack are based on me and an ex boyfriend of mine who I had a very meaningful relationship with, but things took a not so great turn. I projected a lot of us on both of these characters, but added some more drama I guess since their relationship is casual and unlabeled whereas we were in a serious relationship

Phil and Antonio are not exactly "filler characters" because they're very important characters, but they're still in the developing stage. They're not based on anyone specific, rather a mix of some musicians I like plus my own imagination

[nijae-roni]

Teen Titans as College students AU

Note: I'm pertaining to the present timeline aka this year aka 2024 so sadly no fancy tech for the team :((

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Cyborg - easy, robotics! - if not, then mechanical engineering could work too? or any courses related to computers - I'd like to think he has a collection of bomber jackets of various shades of blue - tattoos!!! >:DD - likes to design cool mech tattoo designs during his free time (maybe even having one covering his whole arm) - he has a gundam collection you can't change my mind - he's in a band isn't he

Raven - History, especially about ancient civilizations - journals! she has a lot of them filled with vent art, random words and phrases, and memories - would wear those big cardigans cuz they're so comfy (comfort >>> fashion) - always carries a bunch of history books for her to read/reread - she has a bookshelf filled to horror media (books, novels, comics, maybe figurines) and has a wall with posters dedicated to the theme

Starfire - Linguistics!!! - maybe her first course was something related to politics, but she switched courses/colleges - she always travels out during sem breaks and holidays - you can't tell me she doesn't have a poster of planets/constellations in her dorm room XD - 100% would be the block/class representative, if not, then a member of the student council (I prefer the latter tbh) - she's def the foreign transferee who transferred mid-academic year

Beast Boy - Biology ooor Animal Science to be specific - wears those reallyy cool graphic tees you'd find at thrift stores and has the coolest thrifted fits - has posters of his favorite animals and their anatomy!!! - will casually share random fun facts about different animals - nature guy! You'll see him volunteer with the community garden from time to time - he's... also in a band huh

Robin (Dick Grayson) - Criminology >:D or maybe even Law if he wants? - Student Council President (volunteered lmaaao) - heavy on the "part of the gymnastics team" thing - on scholarship even though Bruce offered to cover all the expenses (heck, maybe Bruce is one of the sponsors of the school yk it's possible) - varsity jacket? varsity jacket - is he the one running the anonymous confession forum for the school? ya never know ;D

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Now here's a quick hc on them during study sessions: - Cyborg is the type to present a "study playlist" and then get distracted 3 songs in (he'll focus after the 9th song dw). Though, give him a math problem and bro's LOCKED IN immediately - Raven's the designated teacher friend when it comes to History subjects XD she won't talk much though unless one of you guys get one of the lessons wrong - Starfire may not always be present (student council duties maybe?) but when she is, she's the designated hype person to keep everyone motivated XD - Beast Boy will bring snacks yEAAAH He usually brings fruits because "healthy foods lead to a healthy mind", and they're alwaaays fresh. He'll def drop in a random fruit fact here and there - Robin would also not always be present (also busy). He already has the answers for everyone's question but wants everyone to figure it out at their own pace

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That's all I can think of. As usual, these are just ramblings with not much thought put into it XD (If Terra was here, she'd ofc take Geology and I feel like she'd be in the volleyball team idk XD)

[shosiblog]

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