#old sketchbooks r CRAZY

[averagegrianfan]

Guess who’s perspective practise and who’s just had a lobotomy

Finding old sketchbooks are NOT for the weak

[yeokii]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ❨ DREAMER DIARIES ❩ ‎ ─── 엔하

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ 𝓮𝓷𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 of seven 𝐥𝐨verboys

somewhere along the lines of love and relationships, seven young boys get lost making love feel like a distant dream which they could not quite grasp onto.‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ── 🧸 so what happens when they fall under cupid's spell when they least expect it !

╰ dream girl has a future in you ❨ 𝓬𝓾𝐩𝐢𝐝 ❩ ──── high school series ! fluff and sometimes angst in most ʬʬ includes. enhypen ☁️ watch out for ! ៳ profanity, skin-ship, kissing and more ⵌ WC . . . est 1OK for each

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎MY DREAMS OF LOVE

⌕ [ archives ] one result found . . .hi chat this is a lil gift in celebration for 1k!!! thank you so much I appreciate it and love you guys so much mwah!!! also im sick and tired of not seeing lovesick loser enha so tada!!!! id probably be updating this slowly with other works but I do hope you like it!! reblogs and comments r very much appreciated ^^

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ENTRY ONE ┋ NISHIMURA RIKI

❨ right now ❩ nishimura riki was deemed the most aloof and mysterious pupil at belift high, while you were the opposite, being the social butterfly of the school, nicknamed "belift's star." you felt yourself drawn towards the young boy, but your plan of winning him over didn't go as smoothly as planned. read here !

a true teen romance ─── ❨ 𝓼𝓽𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ❩ writing ! cold! riki x popular! fmr . ⁺ fluff ; angst ; she falls first, he falls harder ❨ warnings ❩ profanity, family issues, skinship, kissing F𝐄𝐀TURE wonie of enha & dani of nwjns ⵌ W.C ─ est 1OK

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ENTRY TWO ┋ YANG JUNGWON

❨ stupid cupid ❩ jungwon had a blessing and a curse. the moment he was around, everyone seemed to fall in love with each other! yet no one seemed to fall in love with him. so when the poor boy sets his eyes on you─ the girl who gave up on love, he couldn't get you out of his mind. read here !

cupid's first arrow ─── ❨ 𝓼𝓽𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ❩ planning ! cupid! jungwon x antiromantic! fmr . ⁺ fluff ; angst ; opposites attract ❨ warnings ❩ profanity, skinship, kissing, crazy stuff idk F𝐄𝐀TURE sunoo of enha & haerin of nwjns ⵌ W.C ─ est 1OK

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ENTRY THREE ┋ KIM SUNOO

❨ best interest ❩ sunoo always loved his silly sketchbooks and the rusty old art room in corner of the school hallway, but what he loved the most was the peace and quiet he had in that small room. so it was justified why he felt angry when a stuck up bookworm had found solace in the walls of his art room. read here !

her dreams in his sketchbooks ─── ❨ 𝓼𝓽𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ❩ planning ! artist! sunoo x bookworm! fmr . ⁺ fluff ; angst ; crack ; enemies to lovers ❨ warnings ❩ profanity, bickering. skinship, kissing, friend issues idk F𝐄𝐀TURE minju of illit ⵌ W.C ! ─ est 1OK

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ENTRY FOUR ┋ PARK SUNGHOON

❨ strawberry soju ❩ so maybe sunghoon wasn't the smartest in the class! but his athletic future heavily depended on his grades. so he had to resort to you─the top student of the school. what he didn't realise was that even if your lectures were sleep worthy, you were somewhat making him addicted to you. read here !

your addictive touch ─── ❨ 𝓼𝓽𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ❩ planning ! soccer player! sunghoon x tutor! fmr . ⁺ fluff ; angst ; crack ; unlikely pairs ❨ warnings ❩ profanity, kissing, kinship, jealousy F𝐄𝐀TURE jake of enha & wony of ive ⵌ W.C ! ─ est 1OK

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ENTRY FIVE ┋ SIM JAEYUN

❨ espresso ❩ you were known as the pretty girl down the street that made the best espressos so when this particular statement came to jake’s ears — the coffee lover had to try it out for himself. so after his astute observations, he came to the conclusion that he now definitely had a new favourite café—and a new reason to visit. read here !

coffee made with love ── rich kid! jake x barista! fmr honey bee ! fluff ; crack ; love at first sight ❨ warnings ❩ profanity, kissing, F𝐄𝐀TURE jake of enha ⵌ ISN'T THAT SWEET ! ─ 1OK

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ENTRY SIX ┋ PARK JONGSEONG

❨ get up ❩ you were always the goody two shoes, passing up a cigarette or a drink at any given moment ─the perfect angel everyone admired. but like every thing pure, it must be injected with a spike of venom, more specifically park jay─ the troublesome punk. though what jay didn't expect was that the more he tried to shake you, the more he felt his own world tipping over. read here !

stars around his scars ─── ❨ 𝓼𝓽𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ❩ planning ! punk! jay x innocent! fmr . ⁺ fuff ; angst ; hates everyone but you ❨ warnings ❩ profanity, smoking, kissing, fights F𝐄𝐀TURE ning2 and gigi of aespa, tyun of txt, more ⵌ W.C ! ─ est 1OK

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ENTRY SEVEN ┋ LEE HEESEUNG

❨ cherry wine ❩ prom was coming up and you were sure everyone in the school but you had a date. this wouldn’t bother you, but when lee heeseung—the school ace—asked you out, you thought it had to be a joke. so you would go out of your way to reject him infront of his friends. well you were right about that part but little did you know, he’d turned it into a challenge to win you over before prom, not knowing it was going to bite him right in the ass. read here !

two shoes for dancing ─── ❨ 𝓼𝓽𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ❩ planning ! heartthrob! heeseung x unupopular! fmr . ⁺ fuff ; angst ; opposites attract ❨ warnings ❩ profanity, arguments, more F𝐄𝐀TURE jake of enha, hanni of nwjns ⵌ W.C ! ─ est 1OK

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[cutpaperbleedswater]

Re reading Catching Fire has gotten me thinking.

Peeta as a character is pretty tragic, his mother’s abuse and his father’s silence, knowing that the people who he cares about probably don’t feel the same and is under the impression his death would mean very little to them. In the first games, he and Haymitch both pick Katniss to be crowned Victor at first opportunity and spins a love story that humiliates her but if he were to die, she’d be able to get with someone (Gale, from what Peeta thinks) after a few months, he made a deal with the Careers which is high level foolishness if without a bigger goal. To find himself dying, caked in mud, probably thinking about how Katniss isn’t seeing him like this and then find, oh wait, she is, because that’s an option now and the fact there’s a chance he could win too. I stand by the thinking he went into the arena with no want to get out of it only to find that he did, because let’s face it, Katniss did the most controversial Selfish/selfless on the planet and risked both their deaths for him after he was ready to snuff it for her. And then after all that, finding his lower left leg had to be amputated and taught how to handle that, walk into the final interview with a small illusion that Katniss likes him and walk into his new home knowing it was all a lie, just Katniss doing what she thought best for her and hers and then freezing him out in the months leading up to the Victory tour, wherein which I doubt Peeta had many visitors, maybe his father/brothers and perhaps Delly and he’d definitely offer up his home for his family only for his mum to say good riddance and herd them home. I have low doubts that he’d spend ‘Gale Sunday’ with the Everdeens and maybe bring a sketchbook to Haymitch’s if he felt far too lonely. Not to mention the nightmares where he was armed with only his paints.

Then in the second games, he makes a deal with Haymitch to save Katniss, which he does, only for a group of people Peeta had never thought existed. Haymitch giving Katniss the impression that he was going to save her and us reading it from her perspective makes it feel like even what he wanted to be his last moments, his wishes were ignored even after the amount of stress on his selflessness and how he did deserve a moment of selfishness. Then dying, figuring out Katniss loves him by a good old r+ kiss, murdering someone whilst looking for her and then being captured and tortured. Really the only time he got what he wanted was when he was taken instead of her at the risk he suffered at, and her living at the first games ofc. The idea of him doing everything to show her his improvement, holding out the can of lamb stew in the Capitol, working hard in court ordered therapy and actually returning home is actually sweet when you realise the direction it could’ve gone. Also his whole family dying without closure is pretty sad too and the fact he was a very friendly person so he would’ve somewhat personally known plenty of the bombing victims. Also the fact the only time he’s truly looked after is when he’s too crazy to acknowledge it.

He’s my baby. Suzanne Collins is an angel for creating him for us.

[themculibrary]

Bullying Masterlist 3

part one, part two

Bruised (ao3) - winterandiron G, 2k

Summary: In which Peter gets beat up by some school bullies and next thing he knows his suit it's flying him to the avengers compound.

But I Will Never Forget! (ao3) - debwalsh steve/bucky N/R, 1k

Summary: Have a little baby Steve and Bucky to cleanse your palate.

Steve never liked bullies. Never. Turns out, neither did Bucky Barnes.

Dancin' in the Intern Labs (ao3) - agentsofeverything harley/peter, pepper/tony, steve/bucky T, 9k

Summary: After realising Peter has been hibernating for the past week, Tony decides that he can stay home from school (home being Stark Tower, seeing as though May is on a work trip). It just so happens that during that week, Peter's school announces they are going on a field trip to Stark Industries.

And Peter has no idea.

Cue oblivious chaos, Harley Keener being Spider-Man's kryptonite, and the Footloose dance from The Umbrella Academy.

Yeah, don't ask.

Give Them What They Want, It'll Be Over Sooner (ao3) - DJ_unicornsrgr8 steve/bucky T, 4k

Summary: Peter takes a beating, Bucky cleans him up.

Featuring concerned Steve and warm, oversized pajamas covered in sheep.

I Hate Bullies (ao3) - Sugerbee N/R, 498

Summary: Flash Thompson makes a 8 year old enemy.

i see myself (in you) (ao3) - parkrstark pepper/tony T, 28k

Summary: “Hey, c’mon, before long we’ll be back to normal and we’ll look back at this and laugh.”

Peter just looked up at him with a slight glare as he scratched at his chin again. The itch of the facial hair was driving him crazy and Tony found it highly amusing. “You’re in the body of a 15-year-old boy. Why are you smiling?”

“You’re in the body of Tony Stark. Why aren’t you smiling?” Tony asked with a smirk.

Or, the one where Tony and Peter swap bodies.

Peter's field trip to Stark's industries (ao3) - proudasgardian (purple07) steve/tony T, 6k

Summary: Peter Stark-Rogers is an intern in Stark's industries and also Iron Man's and Captain America's son, he is living with the avengers and also secretly Spiderman. His school does not believe in his internship, coupled with Flash's bullying, he has not had the best time in school and to make matters worse, his school has a field trip to Stark's industries.

OR

The Peter goes on a field trip to Stark industries aka his house, where his family aka the avengers help him against his bully Flash and also prove that he's telling the truth to his classmates fic that we will never get tired of reading.

redamancy (ao3) - stevebuckybrainrot steve/bucky M, 73k

Summary: Redamancy {re - da - man - cy}

n. the act of loving someone who loves you; a love returned in full

"Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield."

Before the war, before Nazis and aliens and time travel, there was this: scorching summers and bitter winters, sketchbooks and paintbrushes, bruised knuckles and split lips, stolen kisses and lingering looks. There was Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes and a love to last through the ages.

And nothing else mattered.

Six Feet Apart Was Always Too Far (ao3) - Music13 happy/may G, 3k

Summary: Peter and May quarantine at their apartment for COVID-19 and since May is still a working nurse, Peter can no longer visit the Compound or tower. The team hasn’t seen Peter in person in about 3-5 weeks and they are falling apart, especially Tony, and finally Pepper calls and gets Peter to come quarantine at the tower instead. They surprise the avengers and everyone gets extremely protective and clingy over Peter after not seeing him for so long. (Also they find out about Flash bullying Peter because why not)

There is very little plot in this. I just wanted a fluffy story after all the awfulness that real-life quarantine has brought.

Stark Family Troubles (ao3) - TheOnlyHuman G, 10k

Summary: Peter was the second boy of a once happy family of four. Though, they hadn’t been a four in a long while. Now, it was just Peter, his dad and his twin. Him and his twin, Harley, used to be closer than anything. They were twins but sometimes, Peter felt like he knew Ned better than his own brother. His dad was another story entirely.

- harley and peter are tony's biological kids. there's family miscommunication and angst, because isn't there always? it gets solved, thanks to everyone's combined efforts.

Stark Jr. (ao3) - SketchyNebula G, 27k

Summary: Peter Parker has just accepted that his peers will never believe in his Internship. Really, lately he has just been trying his best to keep his life in balance between all his daily responsibilities that tug at him for his attention, but then his class comes to his place of work without him knowing about it. Peter should never underestimate his 'parker luck'.

The Asset and The Bully (ao3) - Introvertatheart steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: After being cramped up in the apartment for a while, Steve and Bucky go to the park for a picnic. Steve doesn't expect much to happen, expect they do. And Bucky does what Bucky's do.

Tony Stark is a dad against bullying (ao3) - MadewithStars G, 1k

Summary: Peter tries to hide a black eye and it doesn’t work out too well

Train Ride (ao3) - biblionerd07 G, 1k

Summary: Every Thursday after school, Steve rides the train to take his mom dinner at work. One day, some bullies are hassling him, and he meets a cocky dark-haired kid with a smart mouth and pockets full of rocks.

War Is Over (What Have We Done?) (ao3) - however_rainbow_cavalcade M, 21k

Summary: Peter's journey through relapsing. Basically the Avengers are all one big semi-happy family that look after everyone.

Aka me projecting onto Peter.

We Add Up To Two (ao3) - theboybarnes steve/bucky G, 2k

Summary: Steve hates school. He has no friends, he's struggling with math and the bullies are making his life a misery.

Then a new student joins his class, and suddenly things don't seem quite so bad.

[vanityloves]

cleaners are at my old house doing their thang so i hope there's nothing incriminating 🥴

[r3almellow]

Taking Care Of MLQC Boys on Bad Days

Thanks so much for the request, my precious anon! I hope this is to your liking!

Warning: Briefly Mentions Sexy Time

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Kiro

It takes a lot for Kiro to have a bad day. He usually makes the most of whatever is thrown his way, but he's not perfect.

What he needs is a little R&R and you're the perfect person to help him with that.

You have to talk with Savin about giving Kiro a few days off from his hectic schedule so your man can rest.

A fun filled day spent at home with you is more than enough to make Kiro happy.

You always have his favorite video games, food, movies and snacks on standby for moments like this! 

And of course no fun time is complete without karaoke and superhero onesies!

Expect him to stick on to you like glue when he's home. Whether its him with his arms around you while you make lunch or holding your hand while you’re just chilling in the couch.

Distractions help Kiro get his mind off of whatever put him in such a mood.

And his favorite distraction of all? Sex!  

All you gotta do is straddle him and he'll know where this will lead.

He’s very quick to abandon whatever video game he's playing or TV show he's watching to have you ride him. The thing that brought down his spirits long forgotten.

Kiro appreciates your efforts! He's so used to being the one that makes people smile that when it's the other way around he doesn't know what to do with himself. This is a nice change of pace.

Gavin

Will never admit when he’s feeling bad and likes to hide them from you.

Gavin will always deny it and tell you not to worry, so you’ll have to take matters into your own hands. 

You never pressure him to tell you the problem, but you always make it a point to tell him you’re always willing to listen.

You don’t have to do too much because Gavin is a pretty simple guy, so a nice time at home is always good. If you buy a few beers and order some takeout and your man is all set. 

Just being in your presence is like a breath of fresh air for him. 

He loooooves massages!! Run your hands over those tired muscles with some oil and he’ll just melt into the bed.

Its safe to say that the two of you become intimate during his massage. A few innocent kisses along his back and you’re suddenly pulled against his oily body, lips locked against his. 

Give that man a bunch of kisses and cuddle him like crazy. He needs to relax and having you in his arms or vice versa is a great way to do that.

Victor

You’ll have to force him to take a day off so he can clear his mind. That in itself won’t be easy, but if you press him enough he’ll do it. 

You’ll have to hide his phone and laptop to prevent him from working or he’ll find a way to check his emails.

You’ll spend most of the day doing random things to get his mind off of whatever made him upset. 

You make him play board games, watch silly movies, try to cook him a nice meal that he has to save because you accidentally almost burned down the kitchen.

When was the last time you two enjoyed a couples bath?!

Set up his favorite scented candles, flower petals in the water, have music that fits the atmosphere playing in the background. 

You will spend a good five minutes comfortably sitting against his chest in the tub before Victor starts peppering kisses along your neck. Not long after you'll feel something poking your lower back.

You don't even have to question it and willingly accept what happens next.

Overall, Victor will appreciate everything you’re trying to do for him and your efforts do help him clear his mind. 

Lucien

You know when something is bothering Lucien when he throws himself into his work and his lack of sleep. 

Lucien normally sleeps better with you by his side and when he's not sleeping you're riddled with worry.

Pull him away from his work and take him out to the country side, so he can clear his head. 

A picnic is just what he needs to relieve stress and bonus points if you managed to bring his favorite book. He’ll read to you as you both sit under the tree

Super bonus points if you brought his old sketchbook. While he doesn’t use it much anymore you heard that art helps reduce stress. 

If you pass out during your picnic he’ll take out the sketchbook and draw you as you sleep. It definitely brings him great peace being able to focus on you like this. 

Surprise him with a night in a hotel room whether it's out in the country or closer to home. He'll love the change of scenery and he'll love it even more once he sees the brand new lingerie you were saving to use for his birthday.

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Dooooone! 

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[contrabandhothead]

omg hi, i saw someone asking for a BoB ship and i wonder if i could get one too 🥺. so I'm greek, 1,58 (5'2''), i have chocolate brown hair and eyes and I'm veery light skinned. i have an older brother🥺, i like sketching (and painting sometimes) and i would like to study psychology and criminology or english literature. i never give a fuck about what people say, my favourite color is black, i love it when it rains and my fav season is winter. also I'm the clown friend 😎. & i love your acc :(

A/N: OH MY GOD I REMEMBER YOU!!!! i’m so sorry this took me forever to get to, thank you for your patience. i’m so happy you love my acc, thank you for stopping by for a ship! i love you so much, i hope you’re having an amazing day 💕

- RON SPEIRS -

- [ general ]

AGWJWIWJJWWJ I KNOW YOU’RE GOING TO SAY THAT IT’S BECAUSE OF YOUR USERNAME BUT IT’S ACTUALLY JUST BECAUSE IT’S A REALLY CUTE SHIP SO JUST BEAR WITH ME OKAY THANK YOU

Ron literally l o v e s how much smaller you are than him

it makes him feel like he’s your protector (even if you don’t need the protection), and therefore makes him feel more valued

it’s also great for cuddling, and he adores bending down a bit to press a kiss to your forehead

Ron likes to brush your hair for you if your arm gets tired, and he does it so gently because he’s worried he’ll yank your hair while trying to get out a knot

when i tell you he’s terrified your brother won’t like him... he’s t e r r i f i e d

he spends a lot of time making sure that he’ll make a good first impression on your family

Ron doesn’t usually care about how people perceive him (obviously i mean have you seen him react to rumors), but this is not the same when it comes to your family

he desperately wants them to like him, and oddly enough manages to charm every single one of them

he spends a lot of time with your brother, and is super relaxed about him being around, even if he wants your attention to be on him rather than your brother

this man adores just flipping through any of your sketchbooks, and almost loses his mind if he finds himself drawn in there

if you give him a sketch or painting, he’ll protect that thing with his life

god forbid anything happens to it, he’ll literally kill someone because it meant so much to him that you trusted him enough to give him one of your creations

he is MORE than willing to model for sketches or paintings if necessary

supports you in all your studies, and is always around to help you study

he’ll even rewrite your notes for you if you’re too tired to do it yourself, anything he can do to help

he loves that you don’t care what others say, especially about being with him

honestly, the only time he cares about what people say is when they say shit about you

even if you don’t care, he’s more than willing to throw hands with that person and put them in their place

he buys so many things that are black just because he looks at it and is like ���that’s their favorite color. i need that.”

believe it or not, ron actually loves to stand out in the rain with you, especially if it involves dancing

he’ll take care of you after if you get sick out there

often relaxes with you by cuddling you and sitting close to the window while it rains, so you can see outside while he reads

don’t ever throw a snowball at him during winter. you will cause a snowball war, and he will win.

also loves winter, but hates being too cold

it’s nice to cuddle up to him during the colder months, since he’s practically a walking furnace

you’re the only person that can make him genuinely laugh, and he thinks all your jokes are the peak of comedy

he does not like to be pranked, but will tolerate it for you

if you do crazy shit, he’s doing it with you. ride or die baby let’s GOOOOOO

- [ how you two met ]

you were just like every other paratrooper in Easy, originally intimidated by the infamous Ronald Speirs

you hadn’t really seen him much, he was more of a legend than a man in your mind

that of course changed when you saw him sneaking around every once in a while back in Bastogne, darting between foxholes and trees

although he rarely spoke to the other men, he seemed to enjoy your company

checking on you between the nights, asking if you needed any extra supplies (you knew he stole them for you, but you let him do it regardless because you thought it was sweet)

you never thought anything of it. to be quite honest, it seemed to you like he had a begrudging respect for you, but never saw it as something more

in reality, ron was always watching you

he wanted to know what you liked so he could talk to you

he wanted to see your interactions with the other men, so he knew if he had to scare off any potential suitors (which he did do more than once)

he wanted to get to know you, he just didn’t know h o w to approach you

so for a while, he simply watched from afar

one night though, you decided to break the cycle

waiting in your foxhole, you glanced around, waiting for his shadowed figure to come darting through

this night, you were going to t r u l y speak to him

you were sick of how he danced around you. although it was entertaining for a while, it got old fast

you just had to take the opportunity to get to know him past his Ron Speirs™ persona

grinning, you watched as a dark shape moved quietly among the endless trees, making his way towards your foxhole

acting as nonchalantly as possible, you glanced at him as he crouched down beside you, watching as his every exhale turned into yet another cloud of white vapor

shifting closer slightly, you turned to him, mumbling “aren’t you going to sit in the foxhole with me for once?”

Ron tilted his head, surprised at your request

but after another moment he nodded, taking his place beside you

“you don’t talk much, do you?”

Ron simply chuckled and looked away, a blush beginning to dust his cheeks

“no, not really. it’s hard talking to beautiful people, they make me nervous”

you laughed, moving closer

“well, it’ll get easier talking to me with time... you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not”

[wososage]

Big Sister Tobin

Word count: 1257

Prompt: Tobin Heath gets over protective of R during the holidays when Tobin finds out that R had a girlfriend (sorry in advance for the tears). Christen steps in and helps. Some Thorns show up for comic relief. Got some Pinoe and Harry too. There is brief mention of suicide.

(Y/N) POV:

“Do you want to join me for morning yoga and meditation?” Christen says pulling me out of my trance.

“Yeah sure,” I say. “I’m sure Toby doesn’t ever join you.”

She pulls out some yoga mats and goes through her routine. I follow along doing the best I can. I do yoga for recovery, but never really for relaxation. After stretching out what seems to be every muscle in my body, Christen finally breaks the silence.

“I usually meditate for five to ten minutes now,” she says. “But you can meditate for however long you want.”

I lay down and close my eyes and just take deep breaths. I think about everything that has happened in the past year. I got called up to the USWNT and now I play with my sister and all of her closest friends. Both of my dogs died, my girlfriend died, and we qualified for the world cup. So much has happened and I have been bottling it up. At first, I was talking to people about everything but it got hard. I don’t connect well with anyone on the national team and I am away from school so much that I don’t have any friends there. I feel bad for shutting my family out, but it so hard to connect to them because I am so young. My family tries to understand me, but I am so much different from all of them. I am the most like Jeffrey and Tobin, but it is still hard for us to connect. Tobin tries so hard, but she gets busy with soccer and living in different time zones does not help. I don’t think any of them even know that I had a girlfriend. Let alone that she died.

“Are you okay?” Christen asks interrupting my thoughts.

I open my eyes to see her staring at me with concern.

“Why are you crying?” she asks me. I didn’t even know that I was crying. She pulls me into a hug and lets me cry into her shoulder. Once I’ve calmed down I pull away. “You don’t have to talk about it if you aren’t ready. But you can always talk to me and you can always talk to Tobin.”

“I’m not ready right now,” I tell her. “But maybe later.”

“That’s fine,” she says. “Do you want something to eat or do you want to wait for Tobin to wake up?”

“I’ll wait for Tobin,” I say. “She gets a little cranky when we don’t wait for her to wake up. I can’t eat this early anyways. I’m going to go outside and call my friend.”

Tobin’s POV:

I wake up to kisses being placed up my back.

“Mmm Chris,” I moan. “What time is it?”

“We need to get some food going,” she says. “And I think you should talk to (Y/N).”

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” Chris says. “We did yoga this morning and she started crying. She said she wasn’t ready to talk about it but, I think she will open up to you.”

“Yeah where is she at?”

“Outside. It’s been awhile. She said she was going to talk to her friend, but I think she is done now. Also take some food she said she wanted to wait for you to eat.”

I go into the kitchen and make us both a bowl of cereal. I go out to the back porch and find (Y/N) drawing in her sketchbook. I set the bowl in her lap and she starts eating. After a while I realize she is staring at me.

“I had a girlfriend,” (Y/N) says.

“Had?”

“She died at the end of August. I don’t know if mom told you. She had cancer. After a while, it became too much and she didn’t want treatment anymore. I spent all my time with her after Tournament of Nations. We knew that even if she did treatment I wouldn’t get to see her much because she wouldn’t be able to come to school much and I would be busy with qualifiers. I just wasn’t expecting it to be so soon.”

“How long were you guys together?”

“Two years. I know we are young, but I saw myself being with her the rest of our lives. I’ve never wanted children, but I could see myself of kids with her. I think she saw the same thing. It just sucks that she died before she could turn 18.”

“It’s not crazy to fall in love so young.”

“No, but no one really understood. No one our age is in serious relationships like this. Her family understood it though. God, I feel so bad for her family. They have to go through their first holidays without their oldest. And I feel so bad for Peyton. Today is her birthday and all she can think about is how her sister isn’t here.”

“(Y/N), listen to me. You are allowed to be emotional. You are allowed to mourn. These are your first holidays without her too. You have to deal with the love of your life dying before you were old enough to get married. Don’t invalidate your emotions.”

“I didn’t deserve her. I put her through some shit. I don’t deserve for her to love me.”

“(Y/N) look at me. I don’t want you to ever say that again. You absolutely deserve the love she gave you. Every relationship goes through tough times. Everybody goes through tough times in their life. Just because you tried to end it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve love. So many people love you unconditionally. I know you don’t always see your self-worth, but we all do. Every person who is coming over today, everyone on the national team, we all love you (Y/N).”

“I love you guys too.”

“I know it is hard for you to talk about these things, but we are all willing to listen.”

“I’m sorry I have been shutting everyone out.”

“It’s fine it’s something you have to work on. But you opened up today. You didn’t have to tell me about this, but you did.”

The door opens and Christen comes out.

“Megan and Sue are here. And so is Emily and Lindsey. Everyone else should be here soon so you guys should come in and get ready so they don’t get impatient.”

“Thanks for sending Tobin out here,” (Y/N) tells Chris. “And thanks for not forcing me to talk earlier.”

“No problem kid,” Chris tells (Y/N).

(Y/N) gets up and hugs Chris and then hugs me.

“I know I don’t say this often and I probably don’t show it well, but I love you guys and I don’t know where I would be without you guys,” (Y/N) says.

“Stop being such a sap (Y/N) and go get dressed,” I tell her.

A little while later I am helping Chris in the kitchen enjoying the sounds coming from the living room. Lindsey and Emily are fighting with the Aussies about who was supposed to bring the dinner rolls. Sinc and Harry are mad because (Y/N) keeps beating them at Mario Kart (“Harry! Baby Harry cheats, just like you!” “I can’t believe I said you are my favorite Heath?”). Pinoe and Sue are out back playing a game of pick up with the rest of the Thorns who are in town.

“What are you thinking about?” Chris asks.

“How much I love this crazy family.”

[toxoiddiamond]

T H E B A S I C S Given Name: Seong Ki-mun Nicknames: He briefly went by the name Kyle in middle school because he was tired of people teasing him about his “weird” name. But by the time he got to high school he didn’t care anymore and was back to going by his real name. (He also started purposely mispronouncing the names of anyone who made fun of his name– think A-a-ron.) Age: 30 Birthday: November 23rd Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius Birthplace: Anaheim, California Current Location: NYC, New York Speaks: English, Korean (fluently, but his family teases him about his “American accent” all the time) Dominant Hand: Right Education: He got his Associates Degree from LaGuardia Community College, then transferred to NYU and got his Bachelors in Arts & Sciences. He cheerfully refers to college as the most money he’s ever wasted in his life. Occupation: Teaching Assistant in the English department at CUNY Hunter College. He mostly assists with the Writing and Poetry classes, but also helps out with various Literature classes and acts as a substitute teacher within the department if a professor is out sick or anything. He sometimes ends up being treated more like a personal assistant– sent out for coffee or lunch, asked to type up notes or sort paperwork, but he doesn’t mind. Vehicle: Ki-mun’s aunt and uncle bought him a white 1998 Honda Prelude when he graduated from high school, and he still has it to this day. He doesn’t drive much since it’s so impractical in the city, but he likes having it around as an option for longer trips, road trips, etc. Worldly Possessions: Tons of random art supplies– pencils, charcoal, sketchbooks, clay, paints, brushes, etc. Notebooks completely filled with poetry (with many of the poems scribbled out). A fancy smart TV. A bunch of bean bag chairs. A super nice tablet (Ki-Mun may have a bit of an obsession with having the latest technology~). Tons of socks– like, way too many socks. He has an entire dresser drawer just for his socks. Pet(s): A super adorable calico munchkin kitty named Bugsy.

A P P E A R A N C E Height: He says 5’8”, but he’s closer to 5’7”. Hair: Dark black. Very full, soft and shiny. Always seems to fall perfectly into place even with the bare minimum of effort. He usually just puts a bit of pomade in it and tousles it. Facial Hair: His facial hair is very patchy, so he doesn’t bother growing it out. Eye Colour: Brown Skin Tone: A makeup artist friend of his, Andi, occasionally asks to put makeup on Ki-mun as practice (and also for fun) and has informed Ki-mun that his skin tone is “warm beige.” She also informed Ki-mun that he is an Autumn– Ki-mun doesn’t know what that means, but he likes to share it as a fun fact anytime he has to introduce himself to a group of students. Clothing: Ki-mun dresses like a pretty typical hipster, honestly. Skinny jeans, oversized sweaters, band tees, peacoats, cardigans, leather jackets, etc. He usually wears contacts, but occasionally wears big ol’ glasses. Distinguishing Marks: Does being adorable count as a distinguishing feature? Face Claim: Justin H Min

H E A L T H Physical Health: Not bad. Ki-mun was born HIV positive, but has been taking antiretroviral medications since he was a kid. At this point, his viral load is basically non-existent and he is considered to be in remission, with a very good prognosis. Because of the medication he takes, his immune system is not the best, and he is much more susceptible to getting sick as a result. During cold and flu season, Ki-mun will often wear a mask when he’s out in public– his aunt and uncle ingrained that habit in him from a young age (and also wore masks themselves so he wouldn’t feel like the odd one out). Physical Abilities/Limitations: He’s decent at almost anything to do with art, but is especially good at drawing with charcoal. He also likes doing speed-sketches, figure sketches, etc. He is also weirdly good at baseball, and plays on the New York City Metro Baseball Team as part of the NY Blacksox during the season (June through August). Also, he is great at tossing food directly into people’s mouths– popcorn, M&Ms, etc. He hardly ever misses. Addictions: Definitely caffeine, but no serious addictions. Allergies: He gets a mild rash when he eats or touches strawberries. Mental Health: It’s not horrible? It’s not great, but not horrible. As much as he denies it, Ki-mun is pretty lonely, partly because he has such a hard time letting anyone in. He’s not the most trusting person, and tends to keep people at arms’ length until he’s sure they can be trusted. At the moment, he only has one person in his life that he would actually consider a friend. Everyone else is just an acquaintance to him. Ki-mun has sort of “accepted” the idea that he may end up being alone forever, even though that’s not really what he wants.

H I S T O R Y Summary: Ki-mun was born in Anaheim, California, and got off to a pretty rough start. His mother had AIDS, and unfortunately, it was passed on to Ki-mun. He was fine and had no symptoms for a few months, but eventually began to get sick, though thanks to swift treatment, he recovered quickly and the HIV never progressed. As Ki-mun got older, his mother’s health began to deteriorate, until finally they moved in with Ki-mun’s aunt and uncle so they could help take care of her. She eventually was bedridden and had to stay in the hospital full time. One of Ki-mun’s earliest memories is of visiting his mother in the hospital for the last time, which is absolutely one of his worst memories. After his mother passed away, Ki-mun’s aunt and uncle took him in and raised him as one of their own children. They love him like crazy and were amazing parents to him, and Ki-mun has always been grateful to them– not only for raising him, but for loving him as much as they love their actual children and never making him feel like he mattered less. He had a relatively happy childhood in spite of everything. After high school, Ki-mun decided to move to New York– he wanted a change of pace, and wanted a chance to start over and reinvent himself. He found a job and began taking classes at the community college, managed to get his associate’s degree after a year and a half, and transferred to NYU to get his Bachelors. Ki-mun was a very dedicated student and didn’t spend a lot of time getting to know any of his fellow classmates, going to parties, making friends, etc. Still, he ended up being roped into a friend/study group, which is where he ended up meeting Spencer. Spencer was the first person that Ki-mun had serious feelings for. They were friends for the better part of two years, each attracted to the other but both too nervous to say anything. Finally, a week before graduation, Ki-mun got up the courage to confess how he felt, and they became an official couple for all of one day. Unfortunately, once Ki-mun explained to Spencer about his diagnosis, Spencer flew off the handle and accused Ki-mun of being deceptive, being a liar, being manipulative, etc. He told Ki-mun he was disgusting and to never contact him again, and that was that. Shortly after Ki-mun’s heart was smashed to pieces, he packed up everything he owned and moved to a new area of the city, wanting to put at least a little bit of distance between himself and his old friend group. It was here that he met Andi and became close friends with her, and also found a job at CUNY Hunter College. Although Ki-mun feels that his life is generally good and happy– he enjoys his job, has a really good friend and coworkers he likes, he has gotten really into his poetry lately and has been reading it at open mic nights– he can’t help but feel that something is missing from his life. Job History: He worked in his aunt and uncle’s restaurant from ages fifteen to eighteen. When he moved to New York, he did a little bit of job hopping before finally settling on a job at a grocery store– he stayed at that job until he graduated from college and took his job at CUNY Hunter. Fondest Memories: Despite the fact that his childhood was pretty rough at times, Ki-mun has a lot of great memories as well. Family trips to Korea, various birthdays, his graduation day. He also has fond memories of his job at the grocery store– as much as he didn’t enjoy the work, he really liked his coworkers. Plus, all the various spur-of-the-moment adventures Andi has dragged him into. Worst Experiences: His mother dying when he was four years old. Finally getting to be with the person he’d been hung up on for two years, only to be broken up with after less than a day.

C O M M U N I C A T I O N Speech Pace/Style: Sarcastic. Often sounds like he might be annoyed. He speaks in monotone with most people, even when he’s not in a bad mood, so people often think he’s angry or doesn’t like them (and to be fair, they are sometimes correct). If he’s talking to a friend, he’ll definitely be more animated and not so grumpy. And if, by chance, he’s talking to someone he’s attracted to (*coughDODGERcough*) then he’ll get a little tongue-tied, like he wants to flirt but he doesn’t really know how. Accent: American. When he speaks Korean, his American accent does come through a bit, something his family likes to tease him about. Favorite Phrases or Words: When he’s done listening to someone and wants them to stop talking to him/stop telling him a boring story, he will just say “cool” in the most monotone voice he can manage. It usually works. Usual Curse Words: He says “Jesus Christ” and “oh fuck” a lot.

P E R S O N A L I T Y, M I N D S E T, A N D B E L I E F S Personality Type: ISFP-T Sense of Humor: Definitely sarcastic and dry. He can be mean at times, but usually only if the person deserves it. As a result, Ki-mun has been described as “sassy” more than once. When he’s with people he actually likes, Ki-mun is a lot more lighthearted and not so sarcastic. Habits: Twists his lips a little when he’s thinking hard. Rolls his eyes when someone says something he thinks is dumb. Also rolls his eyes and sighs if he’s stuck in a conversation he really doesn’t want to have. When he’s reading his poetry out loud, he never looks up at the audience/whoever is listening because he’ll get too nervous if he sees everyone looking at him. Fears/Phobias: As much as he tries to act like he doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him, Ki-mun is very secretive about certain aspects of himself, and is very afraid of someone finding out more about him than he wants them to know. He can’t stand having his privacy invaded, and it honestly makes him feel sick to think of the wrong person knowing too much about him (he still hates that he ever let himself be so vulnerable with Spencer, and blames himself for not seeing more clearly what kind of person he was). Strengths: Ki-mun is very creative and has a knack for all kinds of art. Although it’s hard to get to know him, once he becomes friends with someone, he is fiercely loyal and would do anything for them. As a teacher/teaching assistant, he is exceptionally patient– much more so than in other aspects of his life. He is always happy to answer questions and help anyone student who needs it. Underneath his harsh exterior, Ki-mun is a kind person who just has trouble opening himself up to others. Flaws: He has built up a lot of walls around himself in an effort to try and keep himself from getting hurt. Every time he’s let those walls down, he’s ended up regretting it and building them back up even higher. Anyone who wants to get to know him has to be very determined. Ki-mun is also not the type of person to be nice just because social conventions say he should– if he doesn’t like someone, he won’t talk to them. If he thinks someone is boring, he will tell them so. He can’t stand small talk and will never willingly engage in it. This makes him a very difficult person to interact with. Hopes/Desires: He is not entirely sure what he wants to do with his life, but right now, he’s happy just working and exploring his options. All he knows is that he wants to keep writing poetry, possibly get some published, and keep working in a field that lets him play to his strengths. Wildest Fantasy: A cure for HIV/AIDS being found. Self-Esteem: It’s a little complicated. On some level, Ki-mun is confident in himself and proud of all he’s accomplished in his life. But at the same time, he has it in his head that he doesn’t deserve some of the things he wants, such as a romantic relationship, marriage, a family, etc. He kind of views himself as damaged goods, unfortunately. Religion: He was raised Protestant, and his family used to be fairly devout. He went to church every Sunday, they read scriptures and said a family prayer every night, etc. But the older the kids got, the less active in the church the entire family became. His parents and siblings are still casually religious, and Ki-mun has held on to certain aspects of it, but he doesn’t care about going to church or reading the bible or anything.

R A N D O M Sleeping Position: Usually on his stomach, occasionally on his back. Boxers or Briefs?: Briefs Day or Night?: He’s okay with both. He works during the day, which he likes, and in the late afternoon/evening he goes to the cafe and hangs out or reads his poetry. Top or Bottom?: Bottom, but he’s willing to switch if his partner wants to. Partying or Relaxing?: He likes parties, but he really prefers relaxing when it comes right down to it.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S Closest Friend: Andi is currently the only person Ki-mun would call a friend. He has a lot of acquaintances, but no one else that he’s really close to. Relationship History: He dated a couple of people in high school, but it was just puppy love and nothing serious. He had a couple of flings in college as well, just short-lived, purely physical relationships, and the only sexual encounters Ki-mun has ever had. And then there was Spencer. Ki-mun has not even been on a date since that whole debacle. Sexual Partners: Just the two guys Ki-mun had brief flings with. Thoughts About Sex: He enjoys it. He’s also pretty sure he’s never going to have it again, and has come to accept that.

P A R E N T S Name(s): His mother’s name was Seong Bo-ram. His aunt and uncle are named Park Min-ji and Park Kang-dae. Age(s): His mother passed away at the age of 28. His aunt is 57 and his uncle is 60. Social Standing: His mother was very well-liked, but was shunned by a lot of her friends after she not only became pregnant out of wedlock, but ended up contracting HIV. His aunt and uncle are well-respected in their community, and also well-off financially, firmly in the upper middle class. Occupation(s): His mom was a flight attendant. His aunt and uncle run a small Korean restaurant which is extremely popular– on weekends there’s often a line of people outside waiting to get in. Religion: Protestant-ish. Quality of Relationship With Their Children: Ki-mun’s mom loved him a ton– the reason she left him to her sister and brother-in-law is because she knew they would love Ki-mun as much as she did, and she was right. Ki-mun is still very close to his aunt and uncle. Living/Deceased: His mother is dead, but his aunt and uncle are alive.

S I B L I N G (S) Name(s): Park Kang-min,  Jang-mi (aka Jamie) Sanders, and Park Bo-ram (named after Ki-mun’s mother). Age(s): 33, 31, and 27. Social Standing: They’re all doing quite well in life and are upstanding members of society. Occupation(s): Kang-min is a commercial airline pilot, Jamie is currently a stay-at-home mom but plans to go back to work as an RN once her kids are a little older, and Bo-ram is a violinist with the California Symphony. Religion: They’re all sorta Protestant, but Jamie is the only one of them who still goes to church now and then. Quality of Relationship with Character: Even though they are technically Ki-mun’s cousins, they always refer to him as their brother. They’re all pretty close; they don’t talk all the time or anything, but when they do, they get along very well and have always enjoyed each other’s company. Living/Deceased: All living~

D A I L Y L I F E Living Arrangements: Ki-mun lives in a modest studio apartment fairly close to both his work and Central Park. The apartment is well-decorated, with a lived-in, cozy sort of look. He’s very comfortable where he is, not at all bothered by living in a small space, especially considering how much more expensive it would be to upgrade to a one-bedroom.

[gabe-killed-me-with-ace-cream]

It's 2am and I got nothing to lose

Pairings: (pre-romantic) Anxceit, (implied qpr) Intrulogical, (implied romantic) Logince (Loyality)

Warnings: Still written in present tense, irresponsible sleeping habits and some mildly illegal activities, sympathetic Deceit (Ethan) and Remus, one mention of nudity, let me know if there's anything I missed!

Summary: Virgil can't sleep. Ethan doesn't want to. And Roman, Remy and Remus are somewhere, getting in trouble and giving Logan grey hair...

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Virgil can't sleep. It's two am on a school night and his Mom is definitively going to chew his ears off tomorrow, but he just can't stop the thoughts spinning around in his head. His phone buzzes just as the numbers on his alarm clock change to 2:04.

Groaning lowly, he reaches for his phone to check who it is... And immediately shuts it off again. Way too bright. Turning the display away from himself and squinting heavily, he fiddles until he finds a setting where he is actually able to look at his phone - which is the lowest brightness possible. Then he turns his phone back to him look at the notification again.

[snekguy] 

"doing a run through the eastern district, u on?"

Apparently the other took his silence as a sign of hesistance rather than Virgil being asleep, because just in that moment his phone buzzes again with a new message:

[snekguy]

"police is busy tonight"

Now that catches his attention. Even just the fact that Ethan seems to know that for sure, must mean he had something to do with it. 

[LordEmo] 

"What did you do" 

He waits for a few anxious moments, watching the green light that signals his friend is online turn on and off, before he finally gets an answer. What he sees doesn't actually soothe his nerves all that much though.

[snekguy]

"relax i just sent the r squad out to do some harmless mischief"

"so are you coming or what?" 

Virgil can't help but roll his eyes, a conversation popping into his head that he can practically hear.

"Don't worry about us, we'll be fine!", Remus grinned, "We've done this a million times." Logan sighed as he adjusted his glasses. "Yes, well. The last time you were "fine"", he made quotation marks in the air with a completely deadpan face, "You were on the local news as the guy, who strolled into a McDonald's and stripped down nude." Remus giggled, wiping away an imaginary tear. "Ah, fond memories..."

"You worry too much, babes. They're never gonna catch us. We're too fast for them", Remy smirked as Roman wrapped his arm around Logans shoulders. "And besides... If you're so worried about us Specs, why don't you just come with us?", he suggested, waggling his eyebrows at the shorter. Logan huffed and pushed his arm off him. "You know exactly why."

Another buzzing sound pulls him back to reality.

[snekguy]

"cmon emo we all know you aint gonna sleep anyways"

Virgil sighs, but he can't deny it. Even if he didn't go out now, he would just end up lying around while worrying thinking about what his friends are getting up to. He'd made his decision.

[LordEmo]

"Be there in 5"

At his place Ethan punches the air in celebration.

--°°-- 

On his way to Ethans second home, his usual starting point for any tagging run, Virgil has to hide five times, two of those because a police car came down the street. Well, he doesn't actually have to hide, he supposes, he's not doing anything illegal. But if anyone, who knows him, sees him and his Mom finds out, he'll be dead quicker than he can say two am tagging run. 

Still it makes him more than anxious and he breathes a sigh of relief, when he arrives at the old brick house. Upon not seeing any light coming from the windows, he picks up a stone and goes to chuck it against one. But before he can do that, a hand grabs his arm and pulls him back, away from the street and into the darkness.

"Are you crazy?", hisses a familiar voice, "Do you want to wake my brother?" Virgil sighs and turns around to face Ethan, who scowls at him with crossed arms. "And besides, you're late", the blond adds, leaning down to grab his bag before pushing something into Virgils hands. "You said five minutes, it's been nearly ten. I should've just started without you." Virgil can't help but grin as he puts on the black gloves with the (mostly) purple stains. "But you didn't."

Ethan is already halfway down the alley when he calls back over his shoulder: "Yeah but I still might, so hurry the fuck up Emo!" Virgil chuckles and jogs after him.

They tag a couple buildings with their signatures as well as some easy to replicate symbols: a storm cloud and a doubleheaded snake, laughing to themselves quietly as they toss the cans back and forth and look for free space on already full walls. Eventually they stop in front of a completely empty building and Ethan starts rummaging through his bag. Virgil glances around nervously. "Are you sure we're still in the east Dee?"

"Don't worry Emo, we're still far enough away from the police." Virgil huffs and crosses his arms. "That's not what worries me..." He gave the wall another look. The building was huge and there weren't even any windows on this side. It was the ideal canvas. "Are you gonna start working on a new mural? How big do you want it?", he asks, slightly baffled. As Ethan grins, his sharp teeth shine in the moonlight. "Don't worry, I didn't bring the ropes." He hums, looking up at the building too for a moment, then adds: "Yet..."

Virgil stares at him, not sure if he should be impressed or not. "You seriously plan to cover the entire wall?" Ethan nods enthusiastically and holds out his sketchbook that he produced from the bag, along with a new pair of yellow gloves. "Do you wanna see the design?"

Virgil smiles hesitantly and took the book from him. As he opens it to the page Ethan had his thumb in, his eyes widen in awe. It's filled in a sharp yellow honeycomb pattern, set off with an almost electric purple. On the left side is a dark grey snake, coiled up, it's head snapping forward to strike. It's a rattlesnake, of course. Virgil smirks a little. Ethans favorite... 

On the right, starting between the fangs of the snake, is a ragged black text, surrounded by an equally ragged white border. "Respect Existance Or Expect Resistance!" 

"So? What do you think?", Ethan asks, clearly trying not to sound too eager or nervous. Virgil hands the sketchbook back with a reassuring smirk. "I think you picked a pretty big project, but it's gonna look great once it's done, Dee." The other can barely hide his satisfied smile before he puts the book back into the bag and grabs two spray cans instead. "Alright then, let's get to work", he says, tossing Virgil the purple one. 

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Same universe as this and this!

Taglist (ask to be removed or added):

@creativity-killed-thekitten

@clownchecked

@gingermaple

[faejilly]

i am for you

this is entirely @janoda‘s fault. her and her tag essays. ANYWAYS. I have a weakness for epistolary fic, and also Alec & Magnus being adorkable, so here. Have some self-indulgent fluff. Part 1/? (AO3) (series tag)

One misdirected email leads to bonding over bookstores & bad fiction, sleep-deprivation, the introduction of the Lightwood-Garroway Family Hedge, and Magnus and Alec falling in love.

From: ma.ba05@uia.edu [M. Bane] To: ra.fe07@uia.edu [R. Fell] subj: forgive me

Hello, you old stick in the mud.

Yes that is a perfectly acceptable way to open a letter, do shush.

And yes, email counts as a letter, just because you study ancient dead people more than living ones does not mean you should not admit to the existence of modern innovation.

Also yes, obviously, I have bad news, you know me so well, however have we borne each other's company for so long?

Especially when you have such an appalling lack of sense as to allow me to borrow your copy of Marlowe's treatise on the White Book.

Oops?

It will not be wending its way back to you along with the references on the Grey and the Red. I know, it's not the same when it's not a whole set, I will make it up to you.

Somehow.

I promise.

And you know I keep my word.

From: algili04@uia.edu [Alec L.] To: ma.ba05@uia.edu [M. Bane] subj: this is awkward

I want to apologize. I'm not whoever it was you were trying to write to, but there are way too many people I know who would start an email with a "forgive me" so I was about half-way through before I realized you weren't actually one of them.

So, uh. Sorry? I mean. Sorry, really, and you should probably double check your friend's email.

But. Not to be too creepy or intrusive, barging in on someone's accidentally public conversation, but I know a bookstore on Isaacs Dr, behind the campus liquor store, (the one with the red roof, not the one with the blue roof), that had a copy of the book you mentioned. If you wanted to find a replacement. It's called Fray & Garroway, and if you tell them it's for Alec they'll give you a 10% discount.

Assuming you're even in Alicante, which may be a bit of a jump, but you did send your note via a UIA email address.

From: ma.ba05@uia.edu [M. Bane] To: algili04@uia.edu [Alec L] subj: Charming, not awkward

I feel, my darling Alec, (if I may?), that it must have been Providence that sent my email astray. Do you believe in fate? I think I do, as of today.

There cannot be many people in Alicante who have even heard of Marlowe's delightfully obscure infatuation with the occult, much less know where to find a copy of a reprint of one of his books. Or be familiar enough to know a discount on that price-tag is not a trivial thing.

Not that I wouldn't have paid full price to redeem myself in my long-suffering (as he says) compatriot's eyes, but it is rather delightful to know that I did not have to, purely thanks to the kindness of a stranger.

Thank you.

You didn't have to reply at all, much less go out of your way to offer assistance. It's unusual to bump into such a giving soul these days. You have quite restored my faith in humanity.

-- M

From: algili04@uia.edu [Alec L.] To: ma.ba05@uia.edu [M. Bane] subj: you do have a way with words, don't you

M, is it? Are we embarking on a mystery correspondence? I feel I may have fallen into a bad spy movie, or perhaps a pulp detective novel. (I am certainly no 007 to have fallen into a good spy movie, after all.)

Do you have contacts scattered across Idris running secret errands for you? Clandestine meetings and secret back-alley exchanges?

(Please don't tell me if you don't, imagining a secret society dealing in strange matters of the occult is the most interesting thing to have happened to me all week, and the only interesting thing in at least a month that wasn't bordering on a disaster, and is quite probably the only thing that's going to keep me awake for the next two hours of my shift.)

You're welcome, but you don't have to thank me. I just answered an email. Definitely not worth the weight of the entire human race settling in-between us.

From: ma.ba05@uia.edu [M. Bane] To: algili04@uia.edu [Alec L] subj: but your words were so much more interesting than mine

There are a myriad number of people whose job it is to reply to my emails and yet they never manage it. You are exceptional, and I refuse to let you avoid my gratitude. I am thanking you, and you are just going to have to accept that that is the state of things.

Also I may have laughed out loud and scared my best friend when I read your email, so now you have to keep responding so I can prove you're a real person and we're having a real conversation and she doesn't think I'm crazy.

Well. Crazier than usual.

You are a real person aren't you? Who likes spy movies and old pulp paperbacks? (Can you recommend some of those detective stories?  I really loved your bookstore, it was very welcoming. Sunlit and dusty and well-organized shelves but piles in the corners just waiting to be explored and the most gorgeous tiny pieces of artwork hiding in all the small bits of wall where shelves wouldn't fit. Quite my new favorite place, I think I shall be back, especially if I have a shopping list as an excuse?)

Don't answer that real person question, I don't want to know if it's a no, anymore than you want to know that there are no covert societies, encoded messages, or secret passages anywhere in my life.

Though wait, of course you must be real, that lovely young redhead at the bookstore was positively delighted at the idea that Alec sent me, her whole face lit up with a smile.

Are you sure you're not already living the life of a secret agent? I feel I may have unwittingly been involved in some of your clandestine courier work already.

Though I suppose secret agents do not generally have shift work.

From: algili04@uia.edu [Alec L.] To: ma.ba05@uia.edu [M. Bane] subj: not nearly as interesting as you are attach: ruleswip.docx attach: pulpfiction.docx

Oh hell, Clary was working? Were there charcoal stains on her fingers and a sketchbook on the counter? Was it an evil smile?

It was, wasn't it. I'm doomed, I'm going to have to avoid family dinner for at least a month.

I could distract her with your compliments, perhaps? Most of the artwork is hers. Some of it was her mother's. Either way she actually almost looks shy whenever someone says something nice about it.

Or I could ask her all about you.

I feel like that would be uncalled for, but I'm not sure why. Are we playing a game? Are there rules? Would that be cheating?

Unless you asked her about me, in which case it would be entirely fair, and also that was definitely an evil smile and oh my gosh I'm rambling in an email. I'm typing myself rambling, clearly the sleep-deprivation has reached epic proportions, I am so sorry.

And yet I'm going to send this as is, because I think perhaps that might be one of the rules.

Maybe I should make a list? Would that be weird? This entire email is weird, have I apologized already?

See attached: two lists. Feel free to delete them. Or edit and send them back. I feel I have no idea what I'm doing anymore, I may need some direction.

That's wow. I'm kind of pushy tonight, sorry.

This is what happens when you work second shift at the student support center. Which is usually about as difficult as did you try turning your laptop off and on again and let me unjam the printer with the occasional yes I do know how to format a bibliography, that's why I'm here. I am definitely as far from a secret agent man as it is humanly possible to be, and my brain has mostly leaked out my ears from boredom by the time I'm done.

(That was an attractive description, wasn't it. I'm sorry.)

But second shift was quiet enough when I was an undergrad I could manage to do extra studying, and now they're stuck with me, I guess. Or I'm stuck with them? I'm not entirely sure anymore. At least this is the last year.

But now I'm wondering, if you're not part of some secret coven of the occult, why The Book of the White?

Which is assuredly none of my business, feel free to ignore me.

If you've made it this far and still respond, I think I might start believing in miracles.

From: ma.ba05@uia.edu [M. Bane] To: algili04@uia.edu [Alec L] subj: still with the incredibly charming  attach: ruleswip2.docx attach: pulpscripts.docx

I don't believe anyone has ever compared me to a miracle before, I am quite over-wrought.

That sentence came out even more melodramatically than I intended, but that does not mean it isn't sincere. We haven't met, but I find I am quite pleased to think I have earned your good opinion, and your curiosity.

I have indeed taken a look at your rules, and marked it up with my virtual purple pen. (Not red, because it did not need correction so much as expansion. You have a very economical way with words once you switch to informational.) Also I counter your collection of ridiculously titled fiction (all of which I am looking forward to devouring) with some ridiculously styled plays. We did start this with Marlowe, after all.

I feel like it will be a great disappointment to tell you that I am doing regular boring class-related research; I do not think that crosses the bonds of this strange pseudo-anonymity we have, as you recognized the UIA email address, and thus know what an 05 extension means. (Though I still have no idea how my first email got routed to you. I am distressingly good at clicking the wrong thing, but that is a bit dramatic even for me. The servers must have had an aneurysm or something, the original recipient's an 08, on top of the entirely different set of initials.)

And no, I did not ask the redhead anything about you, I was oddly terrified that somehow she'd learn my entire life-story in the process. There was a very steely glint in her eyes when she rung me up.

But family dinner! I am entirely intrigued. Are you also a redhead, my mysterious benefactor? Cousin, brother, uncle?

I typed boyfriend in that list and erased it and typed it about three more times and then I looked up at our rules and realized you're right. I'm not sure if we've reached a coherent set of directions yet, but I don't wish to cheat either. I typed it, it stays.

From: algili04@uia.edu [Alec L.] To: ma.ba05@uia.edu [M. Bane] subj: I may start blushing at any moment attach: ruleswip3.docx attach: bmovietime.docx

Oh fuck no, definitely not her boyfriend, I am very gay and also she's kind of my sister?

And wow, that's a way to come out to one's secret pen pal. I really have to stop responding to your emails at 2 in the morning, I am always vaguely horrified when I remember what I said the next day, and this is clearly not going to be the exception.

Though, since you keep responding anyways, clearly I should only respond at 2 in the morning? I may have to consider that one.

And no again, I am not a redhead, and the family dinner is a little complicated, (see the kind-of above) but I suppose I would be her step-brother once removed? That sounds entirely implausible doesn't it, it's quite obvious I just made that up.

Her step-dad married my mom.

That was much less complicated than I thought it was going to be, hmm. Clearly I have been over-thinking the family history every other time someone asked. Perhaps it's a lifetime of being over-sensitive. One of my brothers is adopted and we got a lot of oh dear you look nothing alike comments when we were little.

But now I realize how very one-sided our conversation has become, you know my name and that I have a family hedge rather than a tree, that you can find some of us at a bookstore, and that I have a rainbow flag sitting in the cup of pens and highlighters on my desk.

Also that I am much more familiar with b-movies than b-plays, so I feel I must switch media in our disaster lists of duelling recommendations yet again. I did manage to find that set by Bernhardt to read, however, and they were joyfully terrible, I hope someday I can see them on stage.

My sister is staring at me in shock from across town, I always rolled my eyes when she was in her musical theatre stage in middle school. (Different sister, not the redhead.)

Then again I rolled my eyes at everything at that point, it's difficult being nice when you're so far in the closet you can't even see the door. And look at me, over-sharing again. I don't.

This isn't something I do? But since that email you sent back thanking me, I have felt like I've known you forever, and can tell you anything. Is it because I don't have a face to put to the words, so I'm not worrying about what I look like to you? Is it just that such sincere and honest gratitude isn't something I've really seen before? Maybe you don't think people can just help just because, but I'm not sure I've ever seen someone just say thank you without a single caveat. You answered me with such grace, it made my heart ache.

I don't know. And here I am getting all philosophical, the joys of 2am confessions. I can't say I'm sorry though, because that wouldn't be true.

But I know next to nothing about you. And you did just compliment my curiosity, it's in the email chain, I could copy-paste it and prove my point, if I had to. (Never leave a paper trail if you don't want it to be used against you.)

Though I can make an educated guess, at the very least, that your long-suffering compatriot is Professor Fell? I don't know why I didn't think of it earlier, I knew he had a bunch of Marlowe in his collection. And his old email got routed to mine over the summer when I did a work-study with him and he didn't want to deal with any more of Dean Aldertree's questions.

Everyone else switched to his new extension when he got tenure. Except you. Providence does seem to be the answer here. I'm glad.

From: maba05@uia.edu [M. Bane] To: algili04@uia.edu [Alec L] subj: the very thought makes me breathless attach: ruleswip4.docx attach: ChairmanMeowFavorites.docx

I am honored you trusted me, Alec. Is that short for Alexander, perhaps? Would you mind if I called you that? It seems to fit the poetic nature of this correspondence.

Ragnor and I have been friends for a very long time, even before we both ended up on opposite ends of campus. It is terribly tempting to go ask him for a description of his interns last summer, except for the fact that I'd be lucky if he remembered the color of your hair. He could probably recognize your writing style within three words, but asking someone else is not how this goes, is it?

You are giving me clandestine operation vibes again, darling. Paper trails. Who says things like that? Spies. In delightfully bad movies.

Oh, oh! Do you have a tuxedo with exploding cufflinks? I have always wanted to see such a thing.

And yes, I am avoiding your questions, and no, I am not entirely sure why.

Or I am, and it's vaguely embarrassing. I think I am afraid that as soon as you know my real name this will stop being some unexpected fairy tale I have landed in, and something will go wrong, and I'll never get another email from you, and that thought is more upsetting than it has any right to be. I trust you too, dramatically, inexplicably, and completely.

I have never wanted to delete anything as much as I want to delete that paragraph. But you sent me all your sincere 2am ramblings, so I must do the same.

You make me brave, my mysterious Alexander.

Our rules list is not so much rules as elaborate flirtation at this point, wouldn't you say? And we've made our way through books and plays and movies, so now have a list of the music I never admit to people I listen to when I'm home alone and dancing for the cat.

My name is Magnus, and I have no real family to speak of, so I am not at all sure what one means by a hedge but I must admit that I want to find out.

And also that I especially wish to see a tuxedo on you, which I am sure is entirely too forward of me and I am quite sure I have just scared you away and I have never been so nervous about clicking that damn send icon in my life.

From: algili04@uia.edu [Alec L.] To: ma.ba05@uia.edu [M. Bane] subj: forget breathless, I think I've forgotten how to breathe entirely attach: music.docx

I don't think I have successfully flirted with anyone before in my entire life. I feel suspiciously like I might be having an attack of the vapors like the characters from an old romance novel.

Don't tell my sister I read old romance novels. Or that there are showtunes on my music list. She will never let me hear the end of it. And look at me, assuming you want to meet my sister. Did I mention breathing is not really a thing at the moment?

Your cat's name is Chairman Meow? That is the second-best thing I've heard in my life.

First is that this unexpected correspondence means as much to you as it does to me. Or maybe first is the idea of you calling me Alexander. No one does, never have, though I've had to repeatedly correct a few teachers over the years to keep it that way, but I like the idea of it coming from you. I like that very much.

To answer your sort-of question before I get to my actual question, because I am nervous enough I have started this email about five times already, law students talk about paper trails. Especially in their last year when they're trying desperately not to think too much about everything that could go wrong before graduation and how easy it is to fail the Bar.

And here we go. If you were brave I cannot be any less, can I?

It's not a tuxedo, but if you do want to meet the hedge (and me, hopefully more so) Clary's best friend Simon is a musician, and he has a gig this weekend at The Hunter's Moon, if you would like to come and find out...

I don't know, find out if this is a real off the computer screen as it is inside it, somewhere public where it'll be easy enough to make a strategic retreat if necessary.

Or, I think we're past easy retreats, but at least it'll be possible.

I hope we don't have to.

It will be an awful lot of the hedge though, if that's too much? We could try coffee or something first.

I mean, there's my brother and sister and step-sister and Simon and his girlfriend (who also works at the bookstore, we're a tangled disaster) and sometimes my friend Lydia because if I don't drag her out occasionally she's even more of a workaholic than I am. And it would be even worse if our cousin Aline was here, but she's visiting her girlfriend abroad.

They frequently are too much. Because they will, assuredly, every single one of them, make a comment on me inviting someone. Except maybe Lydia. She'll give you a look though. She's very good at those. So. Just. A warning? Hell, that paragraph looks terrifying and I know all of them already. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore, and if I had to talk instead of type I'm pretty sure I'd be stuttering. I kind of am, even here, aren't I?

I am 102% convinced I have just scared you away, but it's better to warn you than drop you in the middle of that. No one deserves that, and especially not someone I am very much looking forward to meeting.

And I really better hit send now or I'm going to give myself a heart-attack.

From: maba05@uia.edu [M. Bane] To: algili04@uia.edu [Alec L] subj: breathing is overrated

I have, my entire life, always been the one who is too much for someone else. I think it only fair, at our first acquaintance, that you have the opportunity to be too much as well. I would be delighted to dive into the deep-end of whatever this is and start out by meeting your family. We've done everything else out of order, haven't we?

With the caveat that perhaps we meet outside rather than in the middle of your hedge? (Do they know you call them that? Can I call them that? That sounds delightful.) Just in case, as you said.

And to share note by note, and also so you can answer your delightful hedge's presumably nosy questions about who the dashing man you've invited along even is, I am finishing up the second year of my very first real professor job in the drama department.

Not that that is likely to be a surprise, considering Marlowe and Bernhardt.

Also the eyeliner tends to add to that conclusion for most people who have met me in person. I am so very much looking forward to adding you to that list. (Also I'm terrified. Is it alright to be terrified? Should I admit that? Probably not. Too late now!) What's your favorite color, Alexander? I think I shall need the fortitude of getting my nails done before I arrive.

From: algili04@uia.edu [Alec L.] To: ma.ba05@uia.edu [M. Bane] subj: but I need to survive until Saturday

There's a bus-stop around the corner, on 5th? We can meet there at 8 on Saturday, and then decide if you're willing to come inside with me or not. (I have not ever called the family a hedge before I attempted to explain them to you, and most definitely not to their faces. I highly encourage you to do so, so that I can watch. Is that mean? That might be a little mean of me, I do apologize. Sort of.)

I don't think anyone's asked me my favorite color since I outgrew my moody teenage years and the only possible answer was black, with perhaps the occasional detour into grey. Would it be terribly out of line of me to admit that meeting you makes me think of the sunrise, and thus I am, at the moment, most especially fond of pink and gold?

From: maba05@uia.edu [M. Bane] To: algili04@uia.edu [Alec L] subj: if you keep saying things like that, I'm not going to survive either

I never knew heart-attacks were contagious, but oh I think you shared yours with me with that last line. You are painfully romantic, Alexander, I am in awe.

But now I desperately need a change of conversational topic or I will fidget myself into a disaster by Saturday night, that's two whole days.

Why law school, if I may be both bold and boring and ask the obvious and impertinent?

I shall answer your return question, why the theatre? before you even have to ask. Or the short version, anyways. It gave me a world better than the one I was living in when I was young, and then it was just so very pretty that I never wanted to leave. Especially when I realized how many other people need that escape as well, and I could help them find it.

That got a bit more serious than I intended. That does keep happening to me, as soon as I start a message to you. I have never failed so entirely at being a light and sparkling and charming personality before. You're remarkable.

From: algili04@uia.edu [Alec L.] To: ma.ba05@uia.edu [M. Bane] subj: you have rendered me almost entirely speechless

I am not at all remarkable but the fact that you think so has kept me smiling all day. At least three people asked if I was all right, Lydia asked what his name is, whoever he is, (I have not told her yet, but I did re-invite her to Simon's gig, and I think she's definitely decided to come now), and I didn't even mind having to fix the same printer error four times tonight.

And you are easily the most captivating person I have ever (almost?) met.

Most of the time when people ask why law school it's easy enough to fob them off with a shrug, to mention that my father's a lawyer and my mother's a forensic accountant so I sort of just grew into it. Lightwood family tradition. Or something.

But my father's really the reason I almost didn't go to law school at all, and I don't want to give you the wrong impression. It's also a bit of a long story and may quite well ruin the conversation and if I scared you off now I think I might not recover any time soon.

Which is my way of saying hello there terror, nice you're visiting me, too.

I suppose the short version would be that, after Jace (the adopted brother) and my parents' truly disastrous divorce, I'd seen too many cases of terrible situations where no one had a real advocate. So I'm going into family law.

Hopefully. Assuming I don't have a panic attack and fail the Bar. Which is honestly what every other law student I know thinks is going to happen and clearly we can't all be that disastrous, but it's hard to keep that in mind some days.

Most days.

I can tell you the long story, if you'd like, but I have to admit I rather desperately want to kiss you before I say something too depressing and you no longer want to kiss me back. (And don't think I didn't notice you doing the exact same thing with your long story.)

And the 2am inability to think before I type is back. I did not miss you.

I am going to hit send now before I chicken out or die of mortification.

From: maba05@uia.edu [M. Bane] To: algili04@uia.edu [Alec L] subj: asdfjklgh (how's that for speechless?)

I may have just lost a half-an-hour staring blankly at my screen imagining Alexander kisses so. Priorites agreed upon! Until tonight it is.

[justsomekpopstuff]

Dreams (WinWin)

Pairing: WinWin x Reader

Type: Soulmate AU

Requests: OPEN

MASTERLIST

A/N: My requests are open if there is anything you want me to write!

You and your soulmate are connected by dreams - your soulmate is hidden in your dreams; you can see them but you never interact...

ever since you turned 15 years old, you had been having these very odd dreams

they were lucid, almost

you could still control your actions, but you were still asleep

it was like you were living inside your own mind

however, as you started having more of these dreams, you noticed there was a pattern

there was one person that always showed up in your dream at some point

he looked about your age, and was about as aimless as you

he was always showing up, like a background character in a movie

you tried talking about it with your friends, but none of them could interpret why you were dreaming like this

after one night’s dream, you got an idea

you grabbed a piece of paper and began to draw the person that you had constantly seen in your dreams

when you woke up, you would draw a new picture, just so you could get more of a visual

with every dream, every sketch became better and more detail

you still had no idea why you were seeing him in your dreams until you started talking about the origins of soulmates in school

one of the first markers that emerged was dreams

you would have regular dreams, but one thing that was always the same was the appearance of your soulmate

they would always appear in every dream you had, no matter what the subject matter

and thats when your whole life flipped turned upside down

the person you were seeing in your dream was your soulmate

that only made your sketches that much more precious to you

because if you couldn’t communicate with your soulmate, at least you could memorize their face

meanwhile, Winwin was still trying to figure out why he was seeing your face in his dreams

you had been there for a while, and he had never really noticed until recently

he asked some of the older boys if they knew what was going on

they explained that it could be his soulmate, because that was one of the more common markers

even though he just nodded, Winwin was exploding on the inside

to know that there was someone out there that was his soulmate was a lot to take in

he knew that this was something that could affect his future as a musician, so he kept it to himself

some time passes, and your memories of your soulmate continued to add up

you kept them all in a single sketchbook, and whenever you were feeling down about the world, you’d look through it

the reminder that there was this person out there brought you a little joy

this one night, you were up late attempting to cram for an important final that you had in a few days

you were feeling incredibly drowsy, so you decided you needed something to perk you up

you gathered some of the leftover stuff you had to study and headed out into the night to find some food

you had started to crave some ice cream, so you headed to the little ice cream parlor near campus

you got in there and ordered your usual flavor before sitting down at one of the tables they had in there

you tried to get some extra studying as you ate your ice cream, but your mind began to drift

and so, you started to doodle

but not just any old doodles

you started to sketch out the face of your soulmate, the person in your dreams

you don’t know what compelled you to do it, but you continued, your studying long forgotten

about this time, Winwin had began to have a craving for sweets

after letting the boys know he was going out for a while, he headed out the same ice cream parlor that you were in

you had just about finished the sketch, spoon of ice cream in your mouth, when you heard the bell on the door ring

the haze of your daydreaming floated away as you snapped up to see who walked in

and that is when you felt the world stop

standing there in the doorway, in the softest hoodie you had ever seen, was the person you had just been sketching

the person from your dreams

your soulmate

all you could do was stare at him as he walked past you to the counter to get his ice cream

you looked at him in awe

he was even more handsome than you could have ever imagined

your sketches did not do him justice

you realized you had probably been staring for way too long

but it was too late

he had already turned around

Winwin felt like he couldn’t breathe

he had just come out for some ice cream

but yet here you were, his soulmate, sitting at one of the tables, looking exhausted with a spoon hanging out of your mouth

it was in this moment that you realized how crazy you must have looked, and you snapped out of your daze, taking the spoon out of your mouth

you started to stutter out some words as the two of you continued to stare at each other

you barely even noticed that he had started inching his way over to you

“is that me?” he asked

your eyes shoot down to the sketch you had been making...of him...

you scramble to hide it, feeling a bit flustered and embarrassed that you were caught sketching him

“i-its nothing r-really...”

“may I see it?”

your words stopped in your throat again as you quietly took the chair next to you, gesturing to where the sketch was

you gingerly moved it out from hiding, handing it to him before hiding your face in your hands

“this is really amazing” he muttered

you could see a slight shade of pink grow on his cheeks

“thank you” you muttered back

“I’m Sicheng, but everyone calls me Winwin...”

“(Y/N),” you gave him a slight, awkward wave before silence loomed over you again

you were sitting in the middle of an ice cream parlor attempting to study for a final in the middle of the night with your newly found soulmate, how could you NOT be awkward?

thankfully, you were not alone in your flustered feelings because Winwin was internally screaming the entire time he was sitting next to you

after getting his order, he sat back at your table, this time with a bit more confidence in him

“so...what are you doing?” he asked

he mentally smacked himself for asking such a boring, generic question, but at least it was something

“i was attempting to study for a final that I have soon, but as you can see I got a bit distracted...” you admitted

the two of you shared a chuckle

“You’re a student?” 

“yes, sadly. what about you?”

he looked at you with a confused expression

“you mean...you don’t recognize me at all?”

you shook your head no

“i mean, from my dreams, sure, but not outside of that” you confirmed

“I’m...kind of an idol? A musician?” he confessed

that’s when a vague memory popped into your head

your friend had been talking a little while back about a new boy group called nct 127, telling you a little about all the members - including Winwin

“oh my gosh, you’re from that group, nct 127 aren’t you?”

“you know it?”

“no, but one of my friends does. they love you guys” you told him

a smile grew on his face that absolutely melted your heart 

he was really the cutest thing you had ever seen, and he was your soulmate

“i guess i have time to learn about you all, right?” you joked

he nodded and ate another bite of ice cream

he could feel his heart swelling the more you smiled at him

even though you both probably looked tired and weird in the parlor, you found comfort knowing you were in it together

“if you want to take a break, we could go out for a bit. We’d have to be careful, but i still have some time before I have to get back to the dorm” he suggested

“uh, sure” you smiled at him, starting to pack up your stuff

“do you mind if I keep this?”

you looked to see that he was talking about the sketch that he had caught you making earlier

your heart nearly exploded with joy as you told him that he could keep it

the two of you walked out into the night, ice cream in hand, covered in hoodies that may have been a size too big

neither of you could remember the last time you had felt so relaxed

the two of you walked around for a bit in the quiet of the night, talking about your lives and getting to know each other

it felt like you had been out for hours, but really, it had been much shorter

“oh shoot,” Winwin gasped “I gotta get back to the dorm soon. Do you have any plans soon? after your final?”

you shook your head no and he gave you a gentle smile before handing you his phone

“here, put your number in. we’ll do this again soon, i promise”

you put your number in his phone before handing it back to him 

he smiled before starting to walk away

“good night, (Y/N)” he wished you

“good night, Winwin. Sweet dreams” you joked with him

you two shared a knowing look before walking off in separate directions

even though you had met as soulmates, that didn’t change a single thing

you still appeared in each other’s dreams

only this time, you were by each other’s side, never to be alone again

[atalienart]

Ok, so this is extremely long! xD Thank you for your asks, I did my best with answers (avoiding spoilers of course) (honestly, I tell you too much about my characters anyway... u_u) Yeah, so keep reading if you’re interested :) (It’s all from oc asks [x])

1. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? Anna – refrigerator: probably a lot of stuff (bought buy her mum) / bedroom floor: plants, garden plans / nightstand: book about plants, laptop, pen, notebook, a clock, glasses, tissues / garbage can: papers, empty chocolate wrapper, tissues Vik – refrigerator: old pizza, some dumplings he got from someone, yoghurt, three oranges, some leftovers from the restaurant he works at / bedroom floor: nothing / nightstand: glasses, books, phone / garbage can: he's just got rid of his garbage :p

2. Remington Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? – nope How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? – he's a French teacher and sometimes works as an interpreter; he enjoys being a teacher, and his students like him :) but the interpreter's job is a nightmare to him sometimes, he tries very hard not to roll his eyes listening to all those stiff people during boring events What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? – personal problems: he's bad with his own emotions / pet peeves: he hates cigarette smoke What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? Inspiration: characters I already know and like, dapper gentlemen xD my sick imagination xD How did I create him? Like this [x] Fancharacter? Nope. Design? Check the link :) And he was a sad, sad boy... (and it kinda returns like a boomerang...) Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? – (married to Emilia) he's a teacher and he's surrounded by kids most of the time so he doesn't really miss more children xD What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? – at first he just wants to resolve the problem, he says why he's angry but not directly, if you don't guess what's wrong then he gets frustrated, definitely says some mean, cruel words that cut to the quick and runs away (cries when no one can see)

3. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? Remington – in high school: quite popular and liked kid, clever, very active, liked sport / at uni: nerd, quiet and a little bit too overzealous xD (Also, check this [x] where Remi is about 15 (second picture))

4. Remington What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? – refrigerator: probably nothing except for cat food xD / bedroom floor: some clothes, marked students works, his briefcase, Whiskey (the cat) / nightstand: more student's works, a clock, his watch, some books and dictionaries, empty cup, candy wrappers / garbage can: some papers, broken pen, I have no idea Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? – there aren't that many places he can go so he's probably going to the local pub with Emilia and friends, dressed as usually I guess xD

5. Remington What kind of clothing does your OC wear? – generally you can see what's Remi's style in my drawings but if I was to choose his favourite item of clothing it would be the jumper, he also likes tweed What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favourite foods? – fav: strawberry jam / yuck: anything that looks disgusting

6. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? James – fears: that he'll disappoint people he loves; loneliness / weaknesses: he always acts like he doesn't care; gives up often/lets others win / strengths: loyal, encouraging, very calm, composed and resourceful; when everything goes wrong and it's chaos he's like “okay, everybody calm down, I have it under control” xD What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? James – personal problems: the more he cares the more he tries to hide it / pet peeves: when people let their pets lick their faces, ugh What is a random fact about your OC? Remington – he says “of course” a lot (sarcastically), likes fencing Emilia – she stares a lot at people because she remember their faces to draw them later James – he's pedantic Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? I try to create them in such a way that any person they meet brings something into their lives so it’s hard to tell. Also... spoilers :/ What kind of childhood did your character have? Remington – ok, very active child, the older he was the more conflicted he was with his father though Emilia – happy one, loving parents, a lot of freedom; she was a bit of a tomboy James – it was quite ok considering he was an orphan, raised by his aunt (that was very loving), grew up with Emilia, smart child liked by his classmates

7. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? Remington – envy / Emilia – greed / James – pride / Tony – wrath / Anna – sloth

8. What is your OC’s first memory? Remington – when he fell into the pond Emilia – her mother playing the piano and her first attempt at it James – probably his mum reading him a story before sleep

9. James Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? – paintings If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? – taking care of animals isn't really his thing, he likes them but he probably thinks they all should live in the wild xD What does your OC smell like? – some very subtle cologne, he always smells very fresh

10. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? Anna – she's very isolated person so she doesn't belong to any group, during any social event she's rather withdrawn, she's an observer, but I guess she wish she was noticed sometimes

11. What does your OC smell like? Remington – lavender and pine, and chalk after long hours at the school

12. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? Remington – love Emilia – certainty that she's the best at what she does James – not having to be always strong Anna – confirmation that she's not useless and they'd do a lot to get those things :) What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? R – when he's sad/have a problem he goes for a looooong walk even if it rains and then comes back home soaking wet E – she draws on people when she forgets her sketchbook J – are you serious, he's perfectly normal A – she talks to trees What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? E – she throws a tantrum you have no idea and tells you why you suck and why everything sucks and she's right J – he talks for hours about why he's angry and people are stupid A – she cries and is mean but mostly she just stops talking to anyone Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? R – right collarbone (fell from a tree as a child) E – a couple on her hands and legs from stretching canvas and sharpening pencils, left hip (she slipped and fell on a broken bottle of turpentine) and left wrist/hand (she hurt it during an outburst of anger while she was destroying some of her stuff) J – right calf (bit by the dog) and an inside of a right thigh (misunderstanding) A – do stretch marks count? if yes then butt cheeks, hands (with little burns because she can’t cook) and right eyebrow (hit with a ball, her brother's fault) What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? R – it's in French so it doesn't count E – I'm not going to repeat that... J – he told his client that he wouldn't recognise Leonardo da Vinci's painting if Leonardo himself appeared and painted it in a front of him A – „Oh my God, you really are that stupid...” How does your character react/ accept criticism? R – “Yeah, you're right.” E – “I know, I haven't finished it yet.” J –  *exasperatedly* “I beg your pardon?” A – “Fine! Then do it yourself!”

13. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? E – (married to Remington) she's comfortable and happy without kids, she's a “no kids” person J – marriage? maybe some day :) kids? he would xD if he had them he'd spoil them like crazy... What is their most (let’s say) traumatic memory/experience? What is their favourite memory? (without spoilers) R – bad: war experience; some people told him he'd never be good enough / good: when Emilia was teaching him how to paint E – bad: when James left; when she was told she won't be any good at music / good: when she first met Remi; painting lessons with Rem; week in Paris with Jamie J – bad: when he was told about his parents' death / good: week in Paris with Em If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? (It's a weird question so I take it with a pinch of salt) R – chocolate E – new paints J - massage (no spoilers and epitaphs...)

[isadorator]

everything’s better with beanie babies

this silly au was something i came up with in convo with @crispypata last year, and it holds really fond memories. thanks to a quick beta from @clairelutra, i was able to finish this fic in time for crispy’s bday today!!!! 🎂

thank you, crispy, for being such a great friend, for enabling my crazy ideas and comforting me and helping me feel a little bit of happiness every day because you let me into your world. i can’t imagine what the last few years of my life would have been like without you there ♥♥♥ SO ENJOY SOME NONSENSE AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! \o/ (also on ao3)

In which the Agrestes are equally terrible at hiding secret identities while under pressure.

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Gabriel shouldered open the door of the café, quickly getting into line and just as quickly tuning out his surroundings to focus on his sketchbook.

He scribbled out the third hoodie he’d drawn today and sighed. His professor for Advanced Fashion Design would never accept something so casual for his end-of-term project. It needed be something…something—

“Perfect,” Gabriel muttered as he looked up from the page, only to freeze when he met amused, green eyes.

“You’re bold this morning,” the pretty barista teased. “Double espresso again?”

Even if this small café was the closest one to his classes, he came in here entirely too often if the baristas were memorizing his orders. Especially this one.

This barista was an impressionist vision, with her soft blonde hair pulled into a loose bun and her smile crinkling her eyes, lending charm to her heart-shaped face. If Gabriel was less occupied with his course load and interning at his father’s company, he may have felt inclined to ask her to model for him.

(No matter what Duusu said, it was not a crush. His was a purely aesthetic appreciation of her beauty, and he would absolutely not allow himself to nurse such childish affections. It was unthinkable.)

The silence stretched, and the barista held back a laugh as Gabriel felt his face heat against his will.

(He did not have a crush.)

“Yes, thank you,” said Gabriel, trying to get a hold of himself. “Please add a croissant to the order, Mme…” His eyes darted down to her name tag. Curiously, she never wore the same one twice. Today, she hadn’t even bothered putting one on, opting instead for a pin with a sideways eight on it. “…Infinity?”

The newly dubbed Mme Infinity grinned, revealing her bunny teeth. “That’ll be €4, monsieur.”

Gabriel reached into his blazer for his wallet, giving himself time to gather his wits—not that he needed it, he was perfectly capable of ordering breakfast without being distracted—

The peacock kwami he was holding out instead of his wallet begged to differ.

Mme Infinity stared at the extremely stiff Duusu, mouth parting as she pointed at the kwami he was still showing her. “That’s—!”

“A Beanie Baby,” interrupted Gabriel, swiftly tucking Duusu back into his blazer. He kept his face neutral as he thought faster than he ever had in his entire life. “Quite popular in America right now, I understand. I’ve been studying them for class.” That was too many details, you’re making this lie seem less believable. Gabriel pulled out his wallet, mentally stilling his shaking fingers. “My apologies, €5 you said?”

Her eyes darted from his blazer to his face to his wallet and then back to his face. She slowly put down her hand and swallowed, a pink flush appearing on her cheeks.

Suddenly, Gabriel found it very hard to concentrate.

“€4,” she answered quietly, taking the euro note he held out to her and opening the till. “Christophe, a double espresso please!”

The dreadlocked barista (who Gabriel now realized had been watching the entire exchange) flashed him a cheeky grin and settled into making his espresso.

All too soon, Gabriel was tucking away his change and croissant as Mme Infinity presented him with his drink. She seemed to have recovered, shooting him a wink that twisted his insides with—absolutely nothing.

“Don’t forget your receipt,” she said with a sly smile.

Later, when Gabriel settled down into a quiet corner of the library with his breakfast and sketch book, Duusu popped out of his blazer with a squinty-eyed pout.

“I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry,” said the kwami. “A Beanie Baby? Really?”

“Hush,” said Gabriel. “I need to finish this design before tomorrow.”

“You’ll be fine, you’ll come up with something brilliant at the last minute like you always do,” said Duusu, waving his stub dismissively.

Gabriel wasn’t sure if he should be pleased with the compliment, back-handed as it was.

“More importantly, have you checked your receipt?” Duusu demanded, flying into Gabriel’s face. His kwami’s feathered tail was quivering with excitement. “Ooooooh, what if it’s a love letter?!”

Scoffing as he reached into his pocket for the slip of paper, Gabriel shot his kwami a withering look. “As if that barista would bother with such silly—”

Gabriel froze. When he held up the receipt for Duusu, he saw the back of it for the first time.

There, in purple ink, was a woman’s name, a number, and the message ‘Call me, handsome!’ punctuated with a heart-winged butterfly.

It was a miracle that Duusu’s squeal of delight didn’t get them kicked out.

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Years later, Gabriel closed the safe door, locking away the Peacock Miraculous again. Gently pushing his wife’s painting back over the safe, Gabriel sat at his desk and went through his company’s finances until his appointment arrived.

The knock on his office door came quickly, and Gabriel almost asked Nathalie to open it before remembering she called in sick. Sighing through his nose, he stood and walked over to the door, swinging it open quickly.

His son was fidgeting outside, jumping when Gabriel appeared. “F-Father! Hi!”

“Adrien,” said Gabriel, clasping his hands behind his back. He walked back to his desk, fully expecting Adrien to follow. “Do you know why I called you here today?”

As he sat in his chair, Gabriel saw Adrien tighten his grip on his school bag.

“Did…you want to go out for dinner? Together?” his son guessed, looking hopeful.

“Of course not, we have a perfectly good chef,” said Gabriel. As Adrien’s smile fell, Gabriel clasped his hands in front of him. “No, we’re here to talk about your education.”

“My education?” Adrien echoed.

“Yes. Normally, Nathalie would be handling this, but as she’s come down with the flu…” Gabriel trailed off and then extended his hand, waiting. “I believe report cards were handed out today.”

Adrien jolted before looking up at Gabriel with wide eyes.

“O-of course! Let me just—” Adrien paused to tear open his bag and rummage inside before pulling out a kwami. “Here! I hope—”

A black kwami with cat ears. One held in Adrien’s hand, which coincidentally bore a silver ring shaped exactly the same as the Black Cat Miraculous.

There were no words to describe how furious Gabriel was—at himself for missing what were now painfully obvious clues, at Adrien for daring to defy his father and put himself in more danger than he could possibly imagine, at his staff for not noticing that their charge was a superhero—

“U-uh, this, um—it’s uh,” Adrien began, no doubt trying to come up with an excuse as to why he had a kwami.

Except he wouldn’t know that Gabriel knew about kwami. There was still a way to salvage this situation until Gabriel could take a moment to incorporate this new information into his plans.

(And he ignored the look of panic and shock on his son’s face that reminded him of golden sunlight in a café, so many years ago.)

(…Now there was an idea.)

“A Beanie Baby,” Gabriel reasoned for his son, his face carefully blank. “I didn’t realize they were still popular with people of your age group.”

“A…Beanie Baby?” Adrien repeated slowly. He held his kwami closer to him, no recognition of the term in his eyes.

Gabriel abruptly felt very old.

“Yes, a Beanie Baby, a vaguely animal-like doll such as the one in your hand,” said Gabriel, his tone deliberately sharp. “I’m growing tired of these stalling tactics—your report card, Adrien. Now.”

“R-right!”

Adrien hurriedly tucked his kwami back out of sight and pulled out the report card. Gabriel took it, noting the relieved slump of Adrien’s shoulders, before putting revelations regarding Chat Noir aside to review the report.

“So, Father,” Adrien began, breaking the silence. “Do you…like, uh, Beanie Babies?”

Glancing at Adrien over the rim of his glasses, Gabriel folded a hand under his chin as he went back to reading. “I would like you to have a better mark in Arts and Crafts.”

His son laughed sheepishly and dropped the subject.

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But did not forget, apparently. The Beanie Baby gift basket Nathalie presented him on Father’s Day proved that.

Gabriel eyed the stuffed animals and toiletries suspiciously as Nathalie plucked an envelope from its depths.

“For you, sir,” she said, offering it to him.

Inside was a gift certificate for a Parent-Child day at a spa. Paid for out of Adrien’s own savings, no doubt.

Gabriel turned his head to take in the painting of his wife.

…Well. There was bound to be at least one emotionally vulnerable person at the spa. He could make it a working holiday.

[thecitylightshow]

“i haven’t forgot you yet.” Stovetuna pls.

This is the first thing I’ve written in ages, and it just came... spilling out. Hope it’s okay! 

This one is not on Ao3, but y’all can find mine here

“Ihaven’t forgot you yet.” Steve murmured, pressing his head back against thestone. “But I’m terrified that one day it will happen.” He looked downthen, and the compass he clutched in his hands. Somewhere, tucked away in hisjacket, there were selections of family photos – of the friends they collectedeach time, and Steve would lose one by one – but the compass held only onephoto, still the same one he’d tenderly cut the first time he’d known Tony, allthose years ago now.

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Nomatter how Tony came around again, no matter what they were and how they lived,Tony always looked the same and Steve always loved him. “I’ve not forgottenyou,” Steve promised the photo. “But lord knows… you know… I’m getting old.” Heturned and shifted him on his knees, compass still clutched in one hand, butthe other stretched out to trace the name on the grave-stone he’d been leantagainst. This one was hundreds of years old now. Steve had done so much to keepit, in the midst of this tiny memorial garden, almost lost amongst the toweringcityscapes... at least he couldn’t hear the cars down here on the ground levelof the city. “You’ve been gone so long this time.”

They’dhad twelve lives together since Steve had received the serum. Steve had knownhe would age slower, had loved Tony wholly regardless – but Tony had nevergotten old, dying too soon in a blazeof glory. After that, it had taken almost a decade for Steve to understand hesimply hadn’t aged. One-by-one he’d eventually lost everyone… and thenseventeen years after the last of the original Avengers had left him, an internhad started in R&D. Italian exchange, if Steve remembers right, and Peter’sdaughter – who’d inherited the company from Peter, who’d got it from Tony, hethinks? – had adored him. Steve had called by, and one glance is all he’dneeded.

Thattime, Tony had remembered.

Hedoesn’t remember every time, and so far, Steve has yet to forget. He can stillhear Tony laugh, can feel his breath ghost across his cheek… he’s been gonealmost seventy years this time, when before it’s never been more thantwenty-five. He aches, because hedreads that any day now, he’ll wake and forget how Tony’s eyes glitter when hegets a new idea, and he’ll forget how many wrinkles he’ll get around his eyes.Eventually he won’t even be able to remember how it feels – it’ll just be afaint tug, somewhere in his chest when he pulls out the compass, or the boxesunder his bed full of sketchbooks and photos, nine wedding rings (all fromTony) and one USB. It’s incompatible now, but it’s Jarvis, all Steve had salvaged when the world had first tried tocome crashing down. Steve tends to carry him everywhere. His next most frequenthallucination after Tony is Jarvis’s voice in his ear. They’d only had kidsonce. Steve’s never been able to go through that again. Tony comes back, but the children do not. Neitherdo the uncles or the aunts.

Once,he thought he’d found Bucky, and another he thinks he found Natasha, but they’dnever remembered him. Maybe he’s not been looking hard enough, or maybe theirpaths are now forever diverged from his own. But Tony’s is intertwined with his– or maybe it’s his that is intertwined with Tony’s? So tightly wound thatSteve will never let go.

Sofar, Tony has always loved him, even if he doesn’t remember. Steve dreads theday that he does not.

Hebrushes down the gravestone – the carving worn away now, and Steve wonders whyhe still visits, this could be anybody’s grave now, it’s been so so long sincehe buried that particular Tony. Each next Tony was never lacking, each was as perfect as the first, truly, but healways finds himself back here.

Heforces himself to stand, and shut the compass to tuck it back into his jacket.He should return to his apartment before nightfall, and consider moving out ofNew York – consider if it’s time to follow the rest of humanity off planet,into the crazy world they’d dabbled in and then embraced once Thanos had beendestroyed. He shakes his head. He’s left the planet with four Tony’s, but oncethey’re gone he’s always returned. Perhaps it’s time to go searching out there.

Hecarefully picks his way through the garden – once he’d known what each piecemeant, designed to be thoughtful, representative of- of something and god, Steve hates himself a little for forgetting –and clambers over the gate instead of bothering with the padlock.

“Ihope that was my grave.”

Stevenearly jumps back as the voice speaks out, but instead he just flinches, andturns towards the figure leant against the fence. They pull the hood back oncethey’ve got Steve’s undivided attention. “Heya handsome,” the figure greats,“long time no see.” It’s slightly choked, and the twenty-year-old guy leaningthere is grinning at him with bright eyes, is-

“Tony!” Steve chokes out, pulling himinto a tight tight hug, which is eagerly returned.

Everything’sgoing to be okay.

[somedrawingtumbler]

"...Little do you know I’m trying to pick myself from piece by piece Little do you know I need a little more time..." -Alex & Sierra, Little Do You Know (2014) Had a crazy time yesterday and I will have a crazy week ahead; we have guests at home from the Philippines and yesterday I spent some bonding time with my 7-year old cousin Hershey. She's pretty silly, but pretty sweet like a Hershey's Kiss (so would that be HER kiss? 🤔😂) Showed her some of my sketches and she asked to draw a few things for her... We made a bearded guy named Negio, Olaf, emojis, and a to-go box dragon among others. We took her family to the mall and she wouldn't stop asking me to draw stuff we passed on our walk. Also she REALLY wanted to go to Justice. Along the way we went to Toys R Us and it hit me how cars with faces are getting popular now like Cars and Tonka... something. #nailedit 👌 Some of the cars have #mustaches and I was like ZOMG mah boii #Vann could be a #miniVann 😱 so that triggered my fancy A LOT. Have a sketch dump then. Haven't done these in a while and I love doing them. Relieves stress even after Inktober last month. Now I got to study and work, but I'm glad I got to spent time with our guests beforehand. #myart #filipinotaku #hanjin #sketchbook #sketchdump #originalcharacter #negio #movember #qualitytime #hershey #cousintime #guests #sketching #parlortricks #olaf #frozen #emojis #togobox #reddragon #thankyoucomeagain #livejustice #greatmall #omarvannister #minivan #pencildrawings #red #derwentlinepainter #stressrelief #sketchyasf #backtowork #theadventuresof #somedrawinghipster