#she was like you really drew a lot of the skater boys

[cobaltfluff]

met up with a friend yesterday after not seeing each other irl for 4+ years and one of the first things she tells me is that she found me on twitter and saw all my stuff i am MORTIFIED

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

hi!!!!!!!!! i am loving the fandom ships sosososososo much!!!!!!!! your hcs are actually the best too and im just so happy ur sharing ur wonderful writing w us:D

no pressure at all too but i would love a fandom ship for the outsiders too:D!! boy or girl is good!

im about 5'4, light brown hair, dark blue eyes, my eyes r like bigg like OwO irl LOL

my hair goes down to the middle of my back, and its like 2a curls i think?

also im white lol so the things that go with that, and i have freckles! and my cheeks are always pink no matter what i do bro (i get accused of blushing at everything BUT ITS JUST MY FACE HFSLDKJKS)

my personality is very talkative, outgoing, blabbermouth esque, and the typical girly i think? like i like doing my makeup and dressing up and stuffs

i think im an optimist too, i dont get angry or upset at people very often

im always really interested in learning about people so i love listening to what they want to talk about!

my hobbies are all the artsy crafty stuff,(writing, reading, painting, drawing, yarn crafts, sewing, decor, music, instrumentsssz) but thats when im not studying:P i spend soooo much time on school and i take it really serious, and im always happy to help my friends w their work too so that may b what keeps me occupied a lot loll

but i also love being outside! that counts as a hobby i think- stuff like just walking, or biking or skating !

Because you’re one of my favorites and a loyal mutual I’m giving you a guy and a girl!!!!

Your outsiders ship: Cherry Valance and Sodapop Curtis!

Explanation: you guys are so pretty together like you’re just such pretty queens. I just wanna say that like Dallas Winston can go cry himself a hole because you have cherry valance cherry valance has you and you guys look so freaking good together just aesthetically pleasing because you guys are both so beautiful. I love the way that you both contrast each other. You with your light brown hair her with her red hair you with your blue eyes and her with her brown eyes. I just think you guys would be beautiful in different ways that really come together for a very neat image you guys are literally the “it”lesbian couple. She thinks you’re natural blush, and freckles are really cute and she has a bit of a natural blush herself so she totally understands whenever people think that you’re blushing at things when you’re actually not you just have a little bit of a pink face. as for your personality I think you would get along really well together because she’s also pretty talkative and bubbly most of the time and I think that U2 would just be really nice popular girls at your school that people look up to and I think she would appreciate your optimism and a lot of situations and truth be told kind of wishes that she did have optimism because she loves your mindset and I honestly think that you would be such a healthy and cute relationship because you guys are so uplifting to each each other she build you up and you build her up. I feel like she’s not very much of an artsy person or a skater, but she absolutely supports all of your hobbies and I feel like she would watch you do art and just ask a ton of questions and if you drew a portrait of her and did anything like that just or made like a keychain for her or something like that I think she keep it forever and just be so proud of it and probably like put it on a bracelet or something and try and keep it with her at all times, I think you’re the type of person that would go to her cheerleading games like just go to the football games to watch her cheer and I think she’d be forever grateful for that and honestly, you guys are just so cute and supportive of each other I 100% ship!!💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

Explanation: he really loves your big eyes and you’re curly hair that almost give you kind of a doll like appearance and I also think that he loves how short you are because I don’t know everything about you’re just reminds him of a doll and I think that is what made you kind of stand out to him in the first place besides of course, being drop dead gorgeous honey because that’s what you are!!! But he also gets the natural blush thing a lot, and I think that because of his charming personality, he comes off as flirting when he really just means to be friendly quite a lot so I think the natural blush doesn’t really help that much with that, but I think as for talkativeness, you guys would be a great pair.  I see him as easily socializing and being more of an extrovert so if you’re more of a talkative person, I think you guys would go great together and could definitely have laughs  and good times together just enjoying each other‘s company. He’s also like you an optimist and a people pleaser as well so I think that you guys some time would have a hard time choosing who’s going to have to be the bad cop you know. He also appreciates deeply that you embrace your femininity, and I think out of all the greasers he’s the greaser that embraces his own femininity the most, and I think he just really appreciates anyone else who does that because it’s just aesthetically pleasing let’s be so for real. Since you like asking about other people and what they’re into I think he would absolutely love that because as the middle Curtis sibling, he’s often used to getting ignored or only seen for his looks and when you ask him about himself, it pretty much just melt him because he’s so happy that someone finally cares about him beyond just how he looks or You know being the hot middle Curtis sibling and nothing else. I don’t think he’s very artsy but he absolutely supports you and probably would be a little bit annoying if I’m going to be honest, but he really tries his best to understand it and I also think that he would love doing outdoorsy things with you. You guys would be cute together. 💚

[diorgirl444]

Hi hi!! I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to give me a match up for Boy Meets World!!

(as promised as soon as I finish the show I'll make sure to send you a bmw match up too!)

I'm syd, ofc, I use he/she pronouns (gender fluid) , I'm about 5'5, I dress between grundge + and skater tbh— i have brown hair, VERY thick it's insane, with two blonde stripes at the front of my hair. I have blue green eyes, they switch what color they are randomly. That's about it!!

Personality wise, I'm very shy at first (except on the internet tho interacting makes me nervous!!) I have very extreme emotional changes, like something minor will happen and I won't get out of bed for awhile 😭

In INFP and creative type, as I told you :))

I'm a huge hopeless romantic, I love the idea of being in love but never have been!! I'm really bad at meeting new people, so that's why I've never been with anyone. I have 1 friend in real life and that's it honestly

I have a lot of opinions but I'm very open minded, as long as opinions are harmful to anyone. I'm VERY into shows I like, I mean they're my whole personality until I'm no long interested in it

I'm a huge horror fan, specifically old cheesey horror movies!! And I've always been really interested in having a close group of like 5 friends like they do in the movies. And I love collecting anything horror

My cat is the absolute loml so he always comes first as well,, I'm not a huge cat person but I'm a huge my cat person

I love love love music, and art

I love to draw, paint, bleach clothes, all sorts of things like that. But I don't really go out and tell everyone because its not that important to my personality (though I draw in front of anyone who stays around long enough)

I honestly just really love being able to talk to someone about me and them without them getting bored of me + i like to live in the moment the future TERRIFIES me so I love to do spontaneous things all the time

Thank you so so much!

your perfect matchup is 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞 💌

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 <𝟑

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝟐 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 <𝟑

you two are meant to be i swear.

now i get the sense that you would of had a crush on her for a long time but you’re way too shy to do anything about it so just admire her from afar.

don’t worry thought cause mr feeny is your secret wingman. 

well more accurately it irritates him that you never pay attention in his class because you’re so distracted so he decides if you finally get with her you’ll pay attention in his class.

so he partners the pair of you together on a project.

it’s something slightly romantic like researching jane austen or such.

when the pair of you finally spoke to each other it was clear the two of you were perfect for each other.

she asked you out and you’ve been together ever since (plus believe me you two bossed that mr feeny assignment i’m so proud of you!!!) <3

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 <𝟑

as a couple everyone is so happy for you two. 

like the pair of you just look so much happier than you used to now you’re together and it’s so clear to everyone that you are together. 

like i bet you have matching bracelets or you’re always talking about each other.

angela loves your cat almost as much as she loves you.

you two love to snuggle on the sofa watching horror movies with your cat laying on you both.

she knows you’re kinda shy so you two have like a signal when things are becoming too much.

plus she would literally die if you drew her, she’d go and show everyone like look what my partner did!!!!

she struggles with accepting emotions so you can encourage her that emotions are important.

i bet you two always call each other at like midnight like “wanna go get ice cream?” (and then you kiss and your lips taste like the ice cream)

she’ll always do crafts with you as well omg!!!

like both of you are always having watercolour days or tie dying days!!!

everyone can’t believe how healthy your relationship is, like you have what everyone wants. 

in fact you have what i want, but i’m so happy for you too <333

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 <𝟑

hugs and kisses, flo <333

[batfam-my-beloved]

Peak Batfam Character Design Headcannons

Bruce Wayne

• Jewish/Japanese/English (Idk where I saw it but someone drew Martha and Thomas Wayne and headcannon Martha as a Jewish Polish immigrant and Thomas as half Japanese half English and I really really love that headcannon) [Edit: it was @not-another-robin ]

• Stubbly scratchy

• Thicc thighs (save lives 🙏🥵)

• Under bite

• Scars all over

• Sharp features/high cheek bones

• 5ft 5in (we support a short king 🙌)

• Wide set sholders/back muscles of the ✨️gods✨️

• Has a scar right that goes through his left brow

• Pierced ears that he got when he was a teenager and going through his "goth" faze (let's be honest it still hasn't ended)

• Mainly sticks to wearing classic black/diamond studs

• Secretly misses his long dangling edgy earings

• Panromantic demisexual

• Autistic /OCD/PTSD

• Pls let him ramble about his special interests 🥺👉👈

• Romanian descent

Dick Grayson

• Built but lean

• Very flexible

• Lovely tan skin

• Cute dimples

• The prettiest dark blue eyes you ever did see

• ✨️Nice ass✨️ (obviously)

• Long leggedy legs

• Floofy mullet hair

• Tall boi 6ft 3in (exactly 1 whole inch taller than Jason and it infuriates him 😋)

• He had to get braces at one point and it was the worst time of his life (drama queen 🤭)

• Low key a fuck boi

• He still sweet tho 😘

• His stomach is an endless black hole

• This ain't no lie this boi is bi bi bi

• Adhd go brr 💨

Jason Todd

• Latino Jason for the win baby! Specifically Mexican because I'm projecting 😋

• Built like a shit brick house

• Sturdy but soft like a weight lifter

• No six pack only tum tum 😤

• 6ft 2in (1 inch shorter then Dick and hates it 🤣)

• Stubbly scratchy (like his dad 🥺)

• Thicc thighs that can crush heads (also like his dad 😅)

• Also is riddled with scars as well, mainly bullet wounds

• End the debate: he has heterochromia one blue and one green eye

• Crooked nose from constantly being broken

• J scar on the cheek (do NOT mention it)

• His eye sight is shit but he refuses to get glasses

• He caved once started have trouble reading without getting a headache 🤓

• Panromantic asexual

• PTSD cuz this boi gots ✨️trauma✨️

Tim Drake

• Vietnamese/Irish (cuz I said so 😤)

• Long lean Built

• Floppy hair with a middle part

• Tooth gap ❤️

• Has one (1) singular dimple on his right cheek

• When not on the clock as Robin he is clumsy and always covered in bandages

• Scraped knees and elbows

• Cuz he was a Skater boi and said no I ain't wearing a helmet

• ✨️Skater boi aesthetic✨️

• Also a gamer boi

• Yes he got the cat ear headphones 🐈 😻 🐈‍⬛️

• His eye sight turns to shit over time cuz he's always on the computer

• Yes he got the hipster glasses 🤓

• Bi disaster

• OCD go brr 💨

Damian Wayne

• Arabic

• Lean muscle like an MMA fighter

• Hopes to hit a growth spurt soon but he will still end up short just like his daddy 😈

• Lovely dark skin

• Very sharp features (like his dad)

• Beautiful green eyes (like his mom)

• Long slender nose

• Teeth and ears are slightly pointed due to his demon blood

• Under bite (it's genetic at this point 😋)

• Neat clipped spiky hair

• Prides himself in not having as many scars as the rest (sign of strength in combat)

• Nonbinary/Gender Queer

• Asperger's Syndrome

• His special interests are anime, animals, and swords

Cassandra Cain

• Chinese decent

• Ballerina body with a bit more muscle around the arms

• Ballerina feet (they hurt 🥺)

• Nice olive skin

• Cute round face

• Hands have lots of little scars and bruises

• Selective mute

• ASL and Chinese sign language✌️

• Bob hair cut with an under cut

• Wanted to peirce her ears when she saw that Bruce had his pierced

• They get matching earings ❤️

• Pan 💖💛💙

• Joining Jason in the PTSD and trauma club 😗✌️

Stephanie Brown

• Hungarian decent

• More square around the shoulders

• Stacked like a classic boxer

• 3 ears piercings on each ear

• Dirty blond hair reaches a little passed her shoulder blades

• Also has had braces at one point

• Nail polish is always chipped

• Has fought several people at 3am behind a Waffle house

• Bi icon

• Low key has anger issues but is going to therapy for that now 😗✌️

Duke Thomas

• African American

• Classic athletic build (like dorito)

• Large thick hands (so that he may hold the people he loves 🥺❤️)

• Square jaw line but also soft around the edges

• Short clipped hair with his little zig zaggies shaved on the side, sometimes he changes up the design when he feels daring 😘

• Ears stick out a little (very cute 😍)

• Also has pierced ear that he's had since he was 8yrs

• He to gets a matching set with Bruce and Cass ❤️

• Over bite

• He is an ally and very supportive 💕

• His lips are chapped cuz our boi gots ✨️Anxiety✨️ and is always chewing on them

[scoobysnack1107]

So grateful I was able to commission the incredible @rainbow-taishi again for another gorgeous RokuNami piece! As always, Jin did an absolutely amazing job! The colors and atmosphere are warm, the expressions soft, and the detailing exquisite 🥺💞 Thank you again Jin for making making my day and bringing a huge smile to my face 💖

For anyone interested, I wrote an accompanying story!

You can read it below or on ao3: Un Rendez-vous Romantique

(special thank you to @jysumrae for using her French skills to help me with the title 💖 )

                                       Un Rendez-vous Romantique

 Naminé checked the time on her gummi phone again. Five minutes before seven o’clock. Five minutes before Roxas was supposed to arrive at the bistro for their date. Their first date she reminded herself.

    All around her, tables were filled with laughing couples sharing colorful concoctions that were placed onto tables by waiters dressed in well-tailored suits. Naminé, dressed in her signature white dress and blue sandals, was the only one sitting alone.

    She couldn’t help but wonder how seriously he had taken the idea. He had been the one that asked her out with that boyish grin she was powerless to resist. But this was the first time they would be together like this. Unencumbered by heartless, the Organization, Diz. Tonight, it was just the two of them in the most romantic place in town.

    Unless…he stood her up.

    Naminé’s heart sunk, and as the people milling by the bistro cast her curious looks, she started feeling more and more self-conscious. Did they think he wasn’t coming?

    “Don’t worry, Naminé. Trust me, he’ll come.”

    Startled, Naminé looked up and found Sora offering her a comforting grin. He was dressed in a white chef’s uniform and tall toque that somehow managed to stay atop his spiky head of hair. In his hands, he was carrying a large, unopened box decorated with golden fleur de lis and something scribbled on top in black marker.

    “Sora? Why are you—” she trailed off, suddenly remembering that her friend had become an occasional helping hand at the restaurant during his travels. Though, admittedly, it was strange to think of Sora as a chef in a high-end bistro like this. “Thank you. I guess I’m just a little nervous.”

    In the distance, the bell of the clock tower tolled, signaling the passing of another hour. Seven o’clock.

    Sora had to be right.

    “Excuse me! Coming through!”

    Outside the bistro, some kind of commotion had started. The tram stopping in its track as a boy riding a black and white skateboard came racing through. A flock of pigeons wandering the bistro’s checkered plaza dispersed in a flurry of feathers, and one of the waiters nearly dropped a plate of ratatouille before said boy arrived in front of Naminé’s table with an apologetic smile.

    “I am so sorry, Naminé,” Roxas said, finally catching his breath, “I promise I didn’t forget. Really. I got caught up delivering letters again because Lea ‘sprained’ his ankle and couldn’t finish his half.” Roxas shook his head. Of all the days Lea felt it necessary to fake an injury.

    Naminé couldn’t help herself. She laughed, and the anxiety that had been chipping away at her nerves dissipated with the sound. “It’s fine, Roxas. I’m glad you were able to make it. I can’t say I expected that kind of entrance though.” Another laugh slipped past her lips when she noticed a stray feather in his hair.

    Roxas scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “I can’t say I really planned it that way.”

    Plucking the feather from the skater’s head unceremoniously, Sora handed his friend the box he was holding. “Well, now that you’re finally here, I’d say it’s time for you two love birds to enjoy your date with a little Tarte aux Fruits, courtesy of Little Chef and I!” Sora patted his toque affectionately, prompting a tiny gray mouse to peek out from beneath the hat before scurrying back inside with a squeak. “He’s a little shy,” Sora whispered.

    “He’s cute,” Naminé cooed.

    Roxas flipped open the lid of the box to examine the dessert. Inside the box was a round and colorful tart decorated with fresh strawberries, blueberries, kiwis, and peaches. “Sora, you know it’s just the two of us, right?” Usually, the bistro only served the desserts by slices. Not entire tartlets like this.

    Sora pushed the lid back down and pointed to the writing on top.

      Enjoy your date!

      - Sora and Little Chef

    “Yep! But you’re my friends and Little Chef insisted. It’s not like you can’t take the leftovers home. I’m sure Lea and Xion would eat a few slices for you.”

    Curious, Naminé stood up to peer inside the box too. Sora really was too sweet.  Everything about the dessert was handled with care, with each fruit arranged so precisely, Naminé could only imagine how long her friend had spent perfecting the delectable concoction. “Thank you, Sora. This is perfect, but you know, we’ll be saving you and Little Chef a slice too. It wouldn’t feel right for our chefs not to taste their own creation.”

    “Heh, guess not,” Sora agreed, scratching his cheek.

    “You can drop by the Old Mansion after work if you’d like,” Naminé suggested, “No one goes to bed early anyway, since it’s summer vacation.”

    “Yeah, and plus, you still owe me a rematch on Classic Kingdom Melee,” Roxas said with a competitive glint in his blue eyes.

    Sora chuckled and laced his hands behind his head. “So eager to get your butt handed to you again?”

    “I have Naminé’s good luck charm this time,” Roxas said confidently, “So, there’s no way I’m gonna lose again.”

    “We’ll see,” Sora said in a sing-song voice. The two boys jibed one another for another minute until Sora was called back into the kitchen by a short, portly chef with a silver whisk and a toque taller than him.

    Roxas set the box with the tart on the table and moved to pull Naminé’s chair out for her with a flourish. “Madame.”

    “How gentlemanly,” Naminé giggled as she took her seat.

   Taking the chair across from her, Roxas signaled over one of the waiters who promptly brought them two plates and utensils to slice their dessert. Naminé, her hands small and adept, cut them each a generous piece.

    The window behind them cast a warm golden glow and was embossed with the bistro’s name, Le Grand Bistrot, in neat gold lettering. Inside, the restaurant’s staff busied themselves, the sound of clattering dishes and whirring kitchen appliances blending with the soft instrumental tune floating from the speakers outside.

    Naminé spoke again first. “So, you and Hayner are entering the Struggle Tournament this year?”

    “We’re gonna win this year” Roxas boasted with a grin. He picked up his dessert but didn’t take a bite as sparks of excitement began to dance in his eyes. “We’ve been training every day since sign ups.”

    “Confident I see,” Naminé teased.

    “Always,” Roxas returned, his grin turning sly, “And besides, I’ve won the digital version once already. The real thing can’t be any harder.”

    Naminé conceded with a smile. “That is true.”

    As Roxas explained his new strategy for this year’s tournament, Naminé listened attentively, offering nods and questions at different intervals as she nibbled at her dessert. She liked seeing him so excited. After everything they had been through, happiness like this was well-deserved.

    “Promise to cheer me on?” Roxas asked. His gaze was intense now, making Naminé’s heart skip a beat.

    Naminé averted his eyes, playing with her hair as she answered shyly. “I’ll be in the front row the entire time.”

    “U-Uh, thanks” Roxas blushed at her words and drew his own gaze away. “But um…anyway,” Roxas coughed, “How about you? You mentioned buying some new paints the other day. Have you been able to try them out yet?”

    This time, it was Naminé’s face that lit up. She pressed her fingers together and tilted her head happily. “I have! I’ve been painting lots of landscapes with them, and I want to try portraits too.”

    “Is this your subtle way of asking me to be your model?” Roxas joked.

    “Mmm, maybe. Though, I’m not entirely sure you’d be able to stay still the entire time.”

    Roxas raised his eyebrows. “That sounds like a challenge.”

    “You really think you can sit still for more than an hour?” Naminé asked dubiously.

    “With the right kind of incentive.”

    Without hesitating, Naminé replied. “Sea salt ice cream?”

    “Bingo,” Roxas said and bit into his slice of the tart.

    Naminé didn’t try to conceal her laughter. Roxas really was predictable. And adorable.  “I think I can arrange that.”

    “Then, we have ourselves a deal!” Roxas held out a hand across the table, and Naminé shook it as if it was actually some kind of serious, contractual agreement.

    The two continued to talk, reminiscing over the new memories they had made in the real Twilight Town. Like the first time they had all gone to Sunset Hill for a meteor shower or when they took that impromptu trip to Radiant Garden because somehow Twilight Town had run out of sea salt ice cream. Granted, it had been a particularly hot day. But still…

    “I feel like summer vacation is too short,” Roxas complained, “and who thought it was a good idea to assign homework? We’re supposed to be on a break.”

    Naminé’s lips twitched knowingly. “You still haven’t started, have you?”

    “I tried, but the computer keeps crashing on me, so I can’t do any kind of research,” Roxas explained, pouting as he crossed his arms.

    “You and computers,” Naminé sighed, shaking her head, “What are you writing your report on?”

    “Not sure yet. Hayner, Pence, and Olette want to do something about the seven wonders, but that’s a little too déjà vu for me, you know?”

    Naminé tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, maybe you can do a report about the beach?”

    “The beach?” Roxas cocked his head curiously.

    “Yeah, like what kind of fish are in the ocean here or ways to keep our beaches clean,” Naminé continued. Roxas loved the beach. The first time they went, Roxas nearly tripped over himself running across the sand to get to the water, and he didn’t come out until it was time to leave.

    “Looks like we’re going to the beach this week then, huh?” Roxas asked with a coy grin.

    Naminé returned the smile.  “Looks like it.”

    By the time they were ready to leave, with their leftovers secured in a to-go bag, the last embers of the twilight sky above had faded, blanketing the sunset hues beneath a veil of stars. The night air was still, the bustle of the usually busy town subdued as most citizens retired to their homes to sleep.

    “I had a lot of fun tonight,” Naminé said, staring down at her feet bashfully.

    “Me too.” There was a brief silence that hung between them before Roxas added in a hesitant but hopeful voice. “Maybe we can do it again sometime?”

    “I would love that,” Naminé answered softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

    “Y-You know, there’s gonna be that new movie playing down at the theater this Friday. We could grab dinner here and then go see that?”

    “It’s a date!” Naminé agreed happily, and her heart soared.

    Roxas took her hand and intertwined their fingers. “It’s a date.”

[spooky-z]

[1/3]Bombshell Dupain-Cheng: YSSMIAC

Masterlist  Maribat by @ozmav​

Bombshell: The AU // 0, 1, 2, 3

Ships: Lukadaminette, Jondrien, Chlolix, Feligami, Kimax

Warnings: Language

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Chapter title: you should see me in a crown

You should see me in a crown Your silence is my favorite sound Watch me make 'em bow One by, one by one 

Here's: Marinette and Kagami didn't expect the transformation to be so outrageously obvious.

Of course, Diana had warned the teenagers that it could happen, but- again, they didn't think it would be so drastic. The growing pains had been, well, a pain. A brutal one.

If Marinette was being bitter, she would blame Tikki for this happening to her and her miraculous partners, but she knew for a fact that it was not the fault of the kwamis for this lack of information.

It was the first time since the world was created, that the miraculous were given to literal children. So, for that reason the side effects were something unknown. But they believed that they had already discovered all the effects after five years wielding the jewelry.

Diana was able to destroy any idea they had about it, since none of them noticed the biggest and most obvious side effect of the miraculous:

They were trapped in underdeveloped bodies for seventeen/eighteen-year-olds teenagers. And that wasn't just because their genetics made them look more youthful, no. The active use of Ladybug’s cure was slowing the aging journey of the other heroes, as they were the hardest hit by healing magic.

So, when Diana - Wonder Woman - invited the miraculous female team to Themyscira to correct this problem with the Amazons, Marinette, Kagami, Chloe and Alix did not hesitate to accept.

The men's team had already been invited by Arthur Curry - Aquaman - because men were not allowed on Themyscira, but also because training with Arthur would be more ideal for them than that of the Amazons.

Zatanna encouraging and assuring the heroes that she would maintain a blocking spell throughout Paris to prevent Hawkmoth from acting.

They left their homes with an excuse to travel the world. Adrien was a little more difficult to get out of Gabriel's claws, but in the end, with Bruce Wayne's call, Adrien was able to leave Paris alone with friends. They were ready.

That's when Marinette suffered.

Starting with all the miraculous having to be resigned in order for the effect of magic to expunge faster, the box being kept safe in Themyscira. And then with the infernal training that the Amazons put them through.

Before, Marinette and Kagami prided themselves on being the most agile and sharp in the fights against akumas, but being in Themyscira showed that they did not even reach the feet of the youngest warriors in the island.

So, it was already clear that if Kagami and Marinette were having problems, Chloe and Alix felt death touching their souls with affection.

(The boys also suffered in those months in Atlantis. Arthur was not at all merciful in teaching them.)

Anyway, when the two and a half month mark reached, the physical changes were simply too glaring to go through a simple growth spurt.

Marinette never envied Chloe and Alix so much for not being predisposed to be tall naturally.

Of all four, Marinette grew the most in height without the influence of the miraculous. She may or may not have cried when she reached 5'11” with Kagami and Hippolyta said she would still grow a few inches.

She didn't care much for stretch marks on her joints, but she complained about the growing pains. Kagami was not very vocal, but the grimaces of pain she let out did not let anyone be fooled.

But even with the pain, the teachings and the struggles, Marinette was happy that they were finally having the right mentoring to guide them. Fu had left very early, much of his knowledge was not passed on.

○○○

After almost struggling to free Marinette from Chloe, they left the blonde sleeping on the brunette's bed while she showered.

Alix ate a croissant, Damian and Luka talked about strategies against Hawkmoth and Plume.

"I already talked to Zatanna and she will release the blocking barrier in three days, just so Hawkmoth doesn't suspect anything." Damian looked at Alix, attracting the young woman's attention. "It would be very suspicious if the barrier was broken just on the same day that Dupont's classes returned."

Alix nodded in agreement. "Did she say anything about tracking the miraculous?"

Luka sighed despondently. "No. She will probably only make it when they are active, meaning- “

"We will have to wait for Plume and Hawkmoth to attack again to get any leads."

Marinette came into the room, fully dressed - a black skater dress with the pattern of delicate cherry blossoms, reaching a few inches above the knee, v-neck and short sleeves; white liner socks - and dry hair stuck in a messy bun, leaving the bangs framing the pretty face.

Luka and Damian swallowed at the glorious sight. She managed to be strong and cute at the same time. And it destroyed them so good.

"He should attack as soon as he feels the barrier is gone." Alix replied and it took both of them out of inappropriate thoughts. Marinette's knowing look showed that she knew exactly where the boyfriends' minds ran.

"And that is why we will be making a war council in half an hour." She reached for the pair of white sneakers on the shoe rack and tucked them in her feet, the laces already tied. “Everyone has already been warned. I will be delivering the miraculous and we will make plans on how to take down Hawkmoth for good.”

"... But first we have to wake Chloe." Luka points. "Who's going to be the unlucky one?"

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After managing to wake Chloe without resulting in a murder, they were quick to leave Marinette's home for Fu's massage parlor, the current headquarters of the miraculous team and where Zatanna had lived for three months when they were away.

"We are here, losers!" Alix announced pompously.

Upon arriving, they found Adrien talking to Jon in a corner; Max, Tim and Barbara on the computer browsing documents that appeared to be important; Félix and Kagami sat at the big table - which Adrien insisted on calling the round table and Marinette found it unnecessary - analyzing a detailed hologram of the streets of Paris.

No sign of Kim or Zatanna yet.

The entry of the five drew everyone's attention; Tim and Felix's eyes doubled in size as they focused on Marinette.

"What the hell, Mari?!" Tim choked on his words.

"This is what I call transformation." Barbara commented amusedly.

“Everyone has undergone drastic changes, Drake. I'm sure you didn't react that way when you saw the others.” Marinette replied.

"Of course not! Nobody came here looking like an Amazon.”

Kagami coughed against the fist, eyebrow raised.

"Okay, I take back what I said." Tim raises his hands in surrender. "But you have to agree with me, Marinette is the most surprising change here."

Adrien nodded frantically in agreement. “When you showed up at school earlier, everyone was shocked. I hardly recognized you.”

Max and Felix scoffed. "Yes, we noticed the warm looks you were shooting at Mari." Max pointed out causing Adrien to choke in embarrassment.

“Oh, is that so? Interesting." Damian murmured, a frankly murderous look on his face. He had already taken the seat next to Felix.

"What? No! You got it wrong.” Adrien stammered, his cheeks red.

“Okay, Adrien. I'm not jealous." Luka said. The malicious curve in the corner of his mouth making it clear that the musician was loving seeing the model turn into a hot mess in front of everyone.

"Luka!" Adrien groaned painfully and turned to Jon. “You know it's not true, right? Everyone knows that I only have eyes for you.” He pouted.

The brunette put his arm around the blonde's waist, bringing him a little closer. “Of course, I know dear. I totally trust my charm.” He winked seductively; Adrien's blush only growing in intensity.

The two of them seeming to forget that their friends were there.

"Ugh, nobody deserves to watch these two making out with their eyes." Chloe moaned on the chair, still drowsy and irritated at being woken up.

"Think on the bright side!" Marinette said happily.

"What would it be...?"

"At least this time they are dressed and aware that there are other people in the room." Kim replied upon entering.

"... I think we better split them up before they really forget we're here." Kagami pointed a finger at the two boys who had started a kiss in a way that, in her opinion, should be inappropriate for people under fifty.

"Does anyone have a spray bottle?" Damian asked.

And Marinette stopped to analyze the physical changes in her team.

So, the fact was: yes, Marinette was the person with the greatest physical change among the miraculous group. Because in addition to the height, she got muscles (which she didn't have before). It wasn't something like a body builder would be, but it also made it clear that she had a pretty intense exercise routine.

Kagami had also grown a lot, losing to Mari by just a few inches. Even before wielding the dragon's miraculous, she had already developed some muscle due to the intense fencing routine; so, the only things that had changed was the increase in body mass around the shoulders, biceps and calves.

Alix didn't grow much, just two inches from what she was before, and the muscles in her body hadn't been developed as visibly as the two asian girls. She had a better definition, elasticity and mobility had improved dramatically.

Chloe was the only one of the four parisian heroines who had no visible change. She remained thin and flexible, with no pronounced hard muscles. Diana had said that the blonde's body was the type that hid her power. The deceptive, fragile type, but who was agile and fatal. Which suited Chloe.

Of the boys, the shock had been Damian. Damian, who, like Marinette, was one of the smallest on the team - followed by Alix and Max - reached his desired height of 6’3”; surpassing both Bruce and Jason, the tallest in the Wayne family.

But that didn't surprise Marinette or Tim, since Damian's parents were both quite tall. They hoped that eventually Damian would start to grow like a weed.

Anyway. While Damian did not grow muscle mass like a brick house like Jason, his shoulders grew broad and powerful, biceps pronounced, muscles lean and defined. He achieved a perfect match between raw power and agility.

Luka surprisingly hasn't changed much. He put a few inches more - taller than Marinette by just an inch, but smaller than Damian by four - but his muscles didn't grow. They just became more defined. And Marinette understood that.

Among all of them, Luka, Alix and Max were the ones who least physically attacked akumas; sometimes they even stayed out of the fight, as their powers were only for a very critical situation.

Adrien somehow still had room to grow. You see, it wasn't like he was short before; for a twelve-year-old boy - before wielding the ring - he was already quite tall, so even with the magic interfering, he still had a decent height for a teenager.

Then discover that there was still room for him to reach Damian? That was surprising.

Unlike Luka, Adrien gained muscle mass. The blonde, over the years, showed that there was no mercy when it came to eating. He never refused food, always chewing what he could as if there was no tomorrow, since at home, his diet was strict. But even with that, he never gained weight.

Always the same skinny boy as always. So skinny that Sabine had made it her life's mission to fatten the Agreste boy. (Which did not work, but it did not diminish the determination of the Chinese woman.)

Then, without the interference of magic, Adrien grew up.

The boy who was once skin and bone, now looked like the blonde version with green eyes of Kim. He didn't get uncomfortably muscular, but the muscle tone he got was insane. Even wearing a hoodie that was supposed to be 2x bigger than its ideal size, it was possible to see that some corners of the seams were stretched on the shoulders and chest.

Gabriel probably burst a vein when he saw his son's transformation. The more youthful Adrien looked, the better it was for him to sell the image of "teenage prince".

Kim was the least surprised, as he was already big even for a teenager. In addition to his shoulders - which became broader - he grew a few inches, bumping head-on with Marinette and Luka. The chest remained strong and his body seemed to have no problem staying flexible.

Félix followed the same path as Luka - which Marinette secretly thanked, since finding a bodybuilder Félix would be beyond strange -, remaining tall and elegant. Lean, well-defined muscles. He remembered Chloe's changes. Silent, but fatal.

He was also in the race for whoever got higher with Adrien and Damian.

Max, on the other hand, must not have grown more than five inches. His muscle tone did not grow at an alarming rate either, remaining mostly thin, but looking agile. Like a person who runs five miles every morning without losing his breath or sweating.

Which was good, since Max was never a fitness person and everyone knew it. If he appeared like a damn monster truck out of nowhere - like Marinette, Kagami and Adrien - it would make people ask even more and they didn't want to attract more attention than they were already getting.

All of this, of course, without pointing out the other obvious changes that puberty brought.

The lack of baby fat, sharp jaws, developed curves, deep voices... Marinette managed to get used to her new height, but was not finding peace of mind with the new weight of her chest.

She clapped her hands to get everyone's attention and smiled.

"Let's start?"

And everyone, including the two lovebirds, sat around the table.

They would only leave with a solid plan against Hawkmoth.

BONUS:

"Wow, did you see how some of Ms. Bustier's and Ms. Mendeleiev's students looked different?" Lila heard extra #1 gossip with extra #2.

"I saw it, girl!" Extra #2 responded. "Everyone is saying that they joined a gang."

"Oho, do you believe that?!"

"Well, won't you say that you didn't find Agreste's new appearance strange?"

Lila jumped when she heard the name of one of her enemies. She moved closer to the two girls to hear the conversation better.

It could be something she could use against the ice king.

“Did you see Dupain-Cheng?! That was insane!”

The Italian bristled when she heard Maribrat's name. Still confused about what the two girls were talking about.

She had decided not to go on the first day of school to make a flashy comeback, so what had happened, she didn't know.

"And Adrien?!"

"I know!"

And that was it! Lila needed to know in detail what was going on.

"Excuse me, girls..." She sweetened her voice as much as she could. The two girls looked at her confused. "I wanted to first apologize for listening to your conversation and also to ask what you were talking about..." The ‘poor woman’ expression stuck to her face.

The two girls were even more confused. "Didn't you come yesterday?"

"No. My flight from Achu took longer than expected and I just arrived today.”

"Ah..." Extra #2 waved. “Is that- Ah! In fact, just look back and you will understand!” She said hastily.

Extra #1 looked over Lila's shoulder with a haunted expression. Waving violently.

And when Lila turned... What the fuck was that.

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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 14

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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 14

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“Tt. I will cut that stupid harlot into pieces.” Damian scowled. He, Allegra, Claude, Jon, Felix, Marinette, and Chloé sat at one of the prime tables in the cafeteria. His wife just finished telling them what happened after the initiation meeting.

“Maybe we don’t immediately jump to murder?” Claude suggested.

“I agree. We don’t have a place to hide a body yet.” Chloé supplied. 

“That’s not what… nevermind.” Allegra sighed. 

“Dami! I appreciate the thought, but maybe keep it as plan Z?”

“Plan Z is where I need more than one body bag.” He grumbled but nodded. “But we can postpone it.”

“Okay. Let’s act rationally and focus on prevention. Teachers will be useless.” Felix chose to act as the voice of reason.

“I really hoped it would be different than Paris…” Marinette moaned.

“It is. If they actually catch her, she will be expelled. But you’re not exactly the headmaster’s favorite person while Erica seems to be held high by him. We would need a solid proof and she is cunning.” Claude explained. 

“Remember Lucy Hunt?” Allegra asked. “She did something to attract Erica’s wrath and she had to move to Metropolis after she had a mental breakdown. Nothing was ever proven and to the naked eye it would look like a series of coincidences.”

“So she is smarter than Lila?” The shorter Parisian asked, worried about what was to come.

“Nah. She just knows how to talk with the right people.” Claude dismissed. 

“First order of business would be to ensure she has nothing real to hurt you with.” Felix started. 

Damian and Marinette shared a worried gaze before the boy spoke. “The site is foolproof. Drake made sure to use some of the best technology we have to protect it. Not even a super AI can hack it.” He subtly nodded his head to where Max and Markov ate. Kim and Alix were with them. The skater girl looked really upset. “Same with social media. Short of an alien invasion or if someone physically broke into where we hid the servers, you’re safe on that front.” 

It clearly took a lot of weight from her shoulders. 

“Okay, now onto blackmail?”

“Tt. That’s not something to discuss where we can be overheard.” Damian quickly shut that topic down. 

“Right. Sorry.” Jon rubbed the back of his neck.

“Don’t worry, Kent. I’m covering that front.” Chloé smirked. 

“That’s great…” Claude started, but then pointed toward another table, with quite a lot of people. “Is that Erica… and you said that Sausage Hair was Layla Bossi?”

“Lila Rossi,” Chloé corrected him. “But I like Lie-la Bossi better now.”

“They seem… friendly..” Jon commented when the two girls hugged.

“I would actually expect them to be rivals, given that both want Damian,” Allegra noted. 

“Are they… crying?” Marinette asked.

“Crocodile tears.” Felix glared at them. “They are up to something. I don’t…” He never got to finish, because a purple butterfly descended from the ceiling and landed on Erica’s ring. The corrupted energy surrounded her momentarily and when it died out, her whole appearance was changed.

She now wore a black one-piece cheerleader uniform, similar to what GA cheerleaders wore, except it was black with red lines and not lilac with a white finish. On her chest, there was, in a jagged script, written ‘Gargoyle’. Her face was now in a light shade of red, with tear stains permanently etched on her cheeks. Her eyes were entirely white. Her blonde hair was turned into a messy mane and two horns stood proudly on her forehead. Her lower legs turned into that of a goat, complete with hooves. She was now holding a whip in one hand and a burning pompon in the other. Small wings were folded on her back.

“A succubus! +10 to charisma and +5 to strength!” A small Asian girl shouted from the nearby table.

“I am Weeping Gargoyle!” The Akuma spoke. “I’ve been used by the one I held dear and now I’m going to get what I was denied. But first,” the creature turned to Marinette and her friends. “You! I’m going to deal with you!” 

“Frick frack I lost me…” Claude started some rhymed joke, but a fireball sailing toward them shut him up. 

Thinking quickly, Marinette flipped over the table to use it as an impromptu cover. Damian kicked the ground and a sword popped from next to his chair. Nobody had time to question how he hid it there because everyone scattered. There was nowhere to transform in all the havoc.

“What’s going on here?” Headmaster Hammer walked through the front doors to the cafeteria to see a demonic cheerleader tossing flaming pompons that exploded. “Teenagers.” He growled. From under his cloak, he drew a saber and took a battle stance. “Fiend!” He rushed at her. The whip slashed at him, but the headmaster deflected it with an incredible show of swordsmanship. This created an opening for Damian to charge from the other side. He managed to dodge the flaming ball and slice at her hand. At the last moment, the wing shielded the Akuma and his blade bounced off without leaving the slightest cut. The headmaster was met with the same fate. 

“Stupid men!” The Akuma shouted. A ring of fire exploded from her, pushing and burning both of the attackers. 

“Run.” Headmaster snapped at Damian. “I’ll hold her off.” 

“Tt. You’re old. Get to safety.” The boy snapped back.

“You’re so getting detention for this!” Hammer scowled as the two dodged their separate ways.

“Hey! The tryouts are in the gym!” A voice spoke from a hole in the roof. A spotted heroine leaped from the hole while throwing a yo-yo at the Akuma. The cheerleader shielded with her wings before flapping them and lifting from the ground. 

“You’re not who I want! I’ll get your miraculous later!” She flew through the same hole the heroine entered through. The whole cafeteria was now on fire. Ladybug met Damian’s gaze for a moment before grabbing the headmaster and jumping outside. He was in bad condition from all the smoke. 

She laid him on the ground to make sure he was okay. He coughed several times before the professor was able to speak correctly. “What about the brat!”

“I’m going in now.”

“No need.” Black Cat appeared next to them. “I got him out. We’re lucky the main doors were still working because the rooftop fell apart after I entered.” 

“Cat! The Akuma will be on her ring. It was what created all the fire.”

“Tt. Let’s go.” The two jumped away from the headmaster, who hid a small smile.

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Three girls and two boys snuck around the campus. Most of the students were already evacuated, but they managed to stay undetected and remain in the action area.

“I still think we shouldn’t go after a supervillain.” Kyle tried, but Maps made a gesture that told him to stop speaking.

“Sh! I’m telling you, it was Erica. A butterfly landed on her and she suddenly transformed into that monster.”

“I read about it. It was a demon. The Lord of Butterflies sent it to take her over. If we aren’t careful, it will turn all of us into that monster.”

“Olivia? You’ve got the crossbow?”

“Please. Demon? Lord of Butterflies?” Colton criticized. “Are you sure it wasn’t just some manga?”

“Shut up! How else would you explain what happened to Erica?” Pomeline asked. “It’s obviously dark magic.”

“Okay. Assuming it is dark magic, how are we supposed to protect ourselves? I’m pretty sure I don’t have tinfoil hats on me.”

“Fool. The only thing that can protect you from the Lord of Butterflies are positive emotions.” She spoke like it was an obvious fact, yet still making it sound ominous. 

Abruptly, the wall they were hiding behind exploded, and a girl dressed in a skintight red and black outfit flew past them. A boy in assassin garb followed. He landed on his feet and started to spin a staff fast enough to create a shield. Several fireballs flew at him, but they all smashed into the shield harmlessly. 

He noticed them cowering behind the wall.

“Tt. What are you doing here!? Get away! Now!”

Ladybug jumped up and leaped from behind him, throwing her yoyo. It wrapped over the leg of the villain and pulled the flying Akuma down. Cat charged past his partner and smashed her with his baton like it was a baseball bat, sending her into the wall. 

“Lucky Charm!” The heroine tossed the yo-yo above her head and a red-and-black watermelon fell into her arms. With only a moment’s hesitation, she tossed it to Cat, who already knew what to do. Once more playing baseball, he redirected the watermelon over to the akuma. She just managed to get it together when the fruit landed on her horns and got stuck. The change of weight made her fall, which Ladybug used to dash toward her and tie her with her own whip. She then pulled the ring from her finger and crushed it in her hand. 

A purple butterfly escaped her grasp, which she caught into her yo-yo. 

“Bye Bye little butterfly.” She then grabbed the watermelon and tossed it high in the air. “Miraculous Ladybug!” 

The item exploded into a swarm of glowing bugs that fixed everything there was to fix. It looked like the supervillain never attacked. 

“What… I…” Erica was back to normal and very confused. “There was… I remember…”

“Don’t worry. The paramedics will be with you shortly.” Ladybug calmed her. There was a bit of cold in her voice, but it was probably because she just finished fighting her a moment ago.

“I told you it’s magic.” Pomeline grinned victoriously while she whispered at Colton.

“Ehm.” Suddenly, the group was startled by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them. “Mind explaining to me why are you here and not evacuated with everyone else?”

“Oh! Um… You see…” Maps started, but Pomeline was too focused on something else. “Where did you learn magic! Can you teach me?! I mean we go to school here and I want to help if Lord of Butterflies and his Demons attack again!”

“Lord of Butterflies?” Ladybug walked to them and asked, again startling the whole group.

“Yes. There was an old book in the library. I managed to decipher part of it and it spoke of the Lord of Butterflies and Demons he sent to possess people. But there is only so far a translator on my phone could take me. I’m not exactly fluent in Mandarin.”

“Can you lead us to it?” The superheroine was showing almost too much interest.

“Will you teach me magic?” Pomeline tried to bargain. 

“Tt. You will take us there or we return with the police and you will take us there.” Black Cat was not in the mood. Blackmail was the last thing he wanted right now. 

“Fine.” The girl scoffed and led them toward the library.

“How did you summon a watermelon?” The smallest girl asked zooming over to Ladybug. “Are you a summoner? I never played a summoner. They have some nice spells I suppose…”

Ladybug, against herself, giggled at the girl’s antics. She also noted in the corner of her eyes that Damian was also smiling under the hood. 

Nobody noticed when Erica slipped away.

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The library was large and dusty. It didn’t look like many people came here.

“It’s the old building. When Bruce Wayne funded a new library with new books, they decided to just keep the old one as an archive. Now only people that come here are us and Mr. Scarlet.”

“The new library totally had nothing to do with Damian Wayne getting expelled for the fourth time.” Colton joked and Ladybug giggled when Black Cat muttered a curse under his breath. 

“The book was in the back. I didn’t want to move it…” 

When they turned the corner, they saw a woman in a blue and purple dress standing over a book with a tablet. She was taking pictures of the pages. Her skin was blue and her hair purple. 

The group immediately pressed against the wall, and Pom pulled a handheld mirror to take a look around the corner without risk of being spotted. Meanwhile, Ladybug and Black Cat looked at one another and their faces took a serious expression. There was a kind of silent dialogue going on between them and they both nodded at the same time. In complete silence, Cat used his staff to up and meld with the shadows. Only his green eyes were visible until they too disappeared. 

Ladybug opened her Yo-Yo like a phone and took a photo of the feathered villain. She was turned to them, but even something as simple as that could be a major help. Kwami bless magical phones for making perfect pictures without a flash. 

With the proof needed, she aimed her yo-yo, spun it twice around before throwing it forward. The projectile sailed true and wrapped around her arm holding the tablet. The villainess was surprised and let go of the tool as Ladybug yanked on the line and made her opponent lose balance. That was the cue for Black Cat, who swooped from the ceiling, snatched the tablet, and leaped back into the shadows. 

“Ugh! Stupid peasants!” The Peacock cursed. Instead of freeing her hand, she allowed the fan to slip into her hand and unfolded it. She tried to pull on the yo-yo’s line and make her opponent fly to her. It worked, but Ladybug twisted mid-air and came at the villainess feet first in a kick. The blue woman had to block it, but she still held the line. The heroine used it for her advantage and flipped the line over Peacock’s neck and started to choke her. It also held her in place. Black Cat, who already deposited the tablet in a safe place, swept down and tried to grab the brooch, but he got kicked back by an angry woman, fighting for a breath. 

Peacock folded her fan and swiped at the line, cutting it and making Ladybug fall on her back. The Villainess took a deep breath and looked around to analyze her situation. She was outnumbered and the element of surprise was still on her opponents’ side. Even without the yo-yo, Ladybug was a formidable foe and she wasn’t sure who the new Black Cat was. She had a silent suspicion, but nothing solid. 

“Until we meet again, fools.” She leaped up and onto the shelves. Cat went in pursuit, but she saw the kids hidden behind one of the shelves and purposefully made it fall when she jumped onto it. The kids didn’t have enough time to scatter. Predictably, Black Cat went to save the kids. 

He pushed Maps from under the falling shelf but got stuck there himself. His suit and enhanced body could withstand it, but not his bruised ego. 

“Don’t be a grumpy cat. We’ve got her tablet.” Ladybug stood over him and grinned before helping him stand up. 

“Tt. We might have our first lead.” He grinned. 

“Let’s go check the book itself. The fact she was after it makes me think it has more value than I first suspected.”

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existence. {alex x willie}

All Willie wanted was for the night to take away all his thoughts, any whisper of the blond drummer he'd once crashed into. Unfortunately for him, his subconscious had other ideas. 

also posted on ao3 if you want to read it there

The subconscious works in mysterious ways. Willie just wanted some space, wanted to skate away and ignore all his emotions, ignore how he was trapped here and Alex was passing over, ignore how much he didn’t want to lose him, even though it was definitely the best option he had. But his brain was always thinking of Alex, no matter how hard he tried to put him out of his mind. Which is probably how he ended up in front of the museum.

It was almost midnight, so the museum was closed and empty. Like it had been when he’d brought Alex. Before, when it had just been the two of them without a care in the world. Before he ruined everything by taking them to Caleb. Before he’d effectively ruined the (after) life of the most wonderful person, and his best friends. He never should have taken them to the Hollywood Ghost Club, but they’d wanted a way to be visible, and he had wanted to do everything to help Alex that he hadn’t even considered that Caleb would stamp them as he had him.

He stood in front of the building for what felt like an age, before taking a big breath and stepping inside. He made his way to the bench where he and Alex had shouted all of their worries away. Somehow, in such a short period of time, he had wormed his way into Willie’s life and heart.

He had played the Orpheum tonight – they all had. Opening for Panic! At the Disco, no less. Willie would have given anything to see them play, to see Alex in his element, but it was too dangerous. He couldn’t risk Caleb finding him watching. He had pretty much forbidden him from seeing them until they joined him. And watching their concert would have been the worst place to be caught.

They were getting their unfinished business, actually finishing it. He was so happy for them, of course he was, but it left a gaping hole in him that hadn’t been there a couple weeks ago. Part of it was that he would never complete his unfinished business. He didn’t even know what it was, but even if he did, there was no way Caleb was going to let him cross over. That was not a part of their bargain. His soul was Caleb’s, and there was no unfinished business that could be completed quick enough to do before he noticed. But the other part, the bigger part of the emptiness, was because of Alex. Willie knew that. He had never met someone who he clicked with that quickly. Someone who just wanted to spend time with him, whatever they were doing. That must be why the thought of him crossing over was so upsetting.

Or there was the other explanation. He had never really, truly been in love before, but he imagined that this was what he was feeling. May as well admit it to himself, since there was no one else to admit it to. He would never get the chance to tell Alex, but he could at least be honest with himself. He had fallen in love with him. The cute drummer who had died from a bad hotdog. The boy who’s mind raced a hundred miles a minute, with every question known to man. The ghost Willie would have followed anywhere, if he was able. He missed his smile, the way it felt holding his hand, the feeling of his arms wrapped around him. Would they have had more embraces like that? What would it have felt like to have his lips on his?

This line of thought was dangerous. He was never going to get a chance to find out, so there was no point in dwelling on the unknowns. But his head was filled with images of the blond, so he may as well indulge in fantasies.

Spending the nights running around Hollywood. Teaching Alex to skate. Introducing him to Justin Bieber and his empty pool, perfect for skateboarding in. Watching Alex rehearse and perform. Asking him to be his boyfriend.

His face felt hot, his nose stuffy. Without realising it, he had started crying. He stared numbly as a few stray tears dropped into his lap. Head placed in his hands, body bent forwards, he let the emotions overcome him.

-

They were free. Julie had saved them. Alex had absolutely no clue how that worked, but for right now he wasn’t going to question it. He was allowing himself that luxury. They had escaped a painful removal from existence, so he deserved it. And they had played the Orpheum. They had finally played the Orpheum and lived to tell the tale. Well, not exactly lived, and there wasn’t really anyone to tell the tale to, exactly, but you’ve got to count your wins somewhere.

Actually, there was one person he wanted to tell the tale to.

The three ghosts and Julie had been cuddling on the couch in the studio, none of them willing to give up the blessing that was the ability to touch Julie. Which is why, when Alex stood up and extracted himself suddenly, the other three looked at him curiously.

“I have to go find Willie. He thinks we’ve crossed over.”

Luke and Reggie glanced at each other, grinning widely, but it was Julie’s soft smile and answering “Go get him, tiger,” that emboldened him even more. He poofed out of the studio to the place where he and Willie had first collided, not quite sure where to begin looking for him.

The street was a bad idea. There were still a lot of people around, and if Willie was here he wouldn’t be easy to find. Alex started jogging down to the bench where they had first chatted, when streams of afterlife questions had been flowing from his mouth, as if someone had turned the tap on and forgotten to turn it off.

The bench was empty.

Alex stared at it for a long moment, almost trying to make Willie appear by imagining him there, but he didn’t appear. With one last glance around, Alex set off in the direction of the only other place that held meaning to the two of them; if he wasn’t there, then it would be a long night searching.

The lights were off in the museum, but for once that didn’t deter him. He only cared about seeing if Willie was in here. What if he was? Would he be happy that they hadn’t crossed? That they were free of Caleb’s mark? What if he wasn’t? Why was he suddenly overthinking this?

All of his worries slipped his mind as he entered the next room, seeing another person hunched over on the bench he and Willie had moved. Not just any other person. It was Willie.

A gut-wrenching sob echoed through the empty room. Alex stopped still. Willie was crying. This wasn’t how he had expected to find him. He stepped forward slowly, lightly, until he was stood directly in front of him. His eyes must have been tightly shut, for though his hair covered his face, he didn’t look up and see Alex. He hadn’t registered that he was no longer alone.

“Willie?"

-

Willie had been sat on the bench for about five minutes, overcome with emotion. Tears streaming down his face, sobs coming out in full force. He hadn’t been this upset since, well, dying. He was so overwhelmed that he didn’t realise he wasn’t alone until someone spoke his name.

“Willie?”

He slowly unfolded his body and glanced up, into the worried eyes of one cute, blond drummer.

“Alex?” He whispered, afraid that speaking too loud would shatter the illusion that his mind had surely conjured. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” “Am I okay? What about you? Shouldn’t you have crossed over by now?” Willie stood up gradually, careful not to make any sudden movements. “Are you even really here?” He murmured.

“Oh,” Alex breathed, with a knowing expression on his face. “Yes, I’m really here. Come here.” He wrapped his arms around Willie, and for a moment, Willie didn’t care if it was his imagination. His arms snaked around Alex’s torso and squeezed so tightly that Alex wouldn’t have been able to breathe, if he’d actually needed to.

“The Orpheum wasn’t our unfinished business.” Alex spoke softly, so as to not spook Willie further, as it was evident that the skater had been going through something. “And I don’t really understand it, but after the show, when Julie came to see if we’d passed over, she was able to hug us. And then Caleb’s mark lifted. I don’t know how, and right now I’m not questioning it. I just, I needed to find you and tell you.”

Willie held on even tighter, ever conscious that his tears were falling onto Alex’s shoulder. “I, uh, I thought I’d lost you forever. That I was never going to see you again. And I hated it.” “I’m right here. I’m right here, I promise.” Alex kissed the top of Willie’s forehead, and Willie fell even more in love with him right then.

Willie drew back, just enough to look at Alex. He hadn’t noticed properly when he first saw him, but he looked handsomely dishevelled, in a light pink blazer and a white shirt which was unbuttoned to about halfway down his torso. His hair was messy and in his face, and Willie was convinced he had never seen anyone quite as beautiful as him. He shifted his gaze to Alex’s eyes, which were still glistening with concern for him, another thing Willie loved about him. They hadn’t crossed over, they had almost blinked out of existence, and Alex was worried about him. He didn’t deserve him, but he was going to make sure he cherished him. Taking a deep breath, he started, “I have something to say.” Alex nodded for him to continue.

“The thought of losing you was the worst thing I could have imagined. It felt like there was an ache in my soul, that nothing else could have soothed. So I need you to know, Alex, that I am so deeply in love with you.”

Alex stared at him, eyes searching his face for clues as to whether he was genuine. Apparently finding an answer, he stuttered, “I, uh, I..” then searched his face again, and pulled his face towards his own.

When their lips met, all worries of Alex not returning his deep sentiments left his brain. His lips were as soft as he’d imagined, and though he had been pulled forward with some urgency, their kiss was sweet and tender. Alex’s hands cupped his face, gently, and Willie’s hand had moved to grip the back of his head. Alex was the first to pull back, resting his forehead against Willie’s, and whispered delicately “I love you too.” And Willie was not to be held accountable for pulling Alex back to his lips.

After they broke apart again, Alex wiped the tears off of Willie’s face, and Willie noted that he was wearing a dopey smile that he was sure was mirrored on his face.

Willie gave Alex a full glance once over, noting how good he looking in the 3 piece. A small smirk returned to Willie’s face, as he exclaimed, “You clean up good, hot dog. But you didn’t need to get all dressed up to come and find me.”

Alex blushed bright pink, as he seemingly stumbled for words. Willie’s favourite version of Alex was flustered Alex. He laughed, loud and heartily, all the sadness of the night forgotten. Alex looked exasperated, but also glanced at him adoringly as he continued to laugh. Soon enough, Alex was laughing too, Willie’s amusement too cute to ignore. There was a lot that needed sorting, Caleb’s control of himself, how they had managed to break free of his mark, but all that could wait. They could figure it out together, but for tonight, they would just forget about all their worries and exist together.

[amphtaminedreams]

Farewell to Spooky Season, AHS Style: Lookbook no.12

Hi to anyone reading,

Happy belated Halloween!

I capitalise it because if I'm gonna recognise any day as sacred, it’s the spookiest one of the year! Halloween 2020 obviously hasn’t been as exciting as usual, parties and club nights being banned has meant there’s been far less opportunities to dress up, but I still managed to get out for the night before they announced the upcoming second lockdown and do a couple of spooky movie nights (and carve a pumpkin!)!

I originally intended for this lookbook to be last minute halloween costume inspo but I was lazy and didn’t manage to get it out on time-a lot of these looks minus the makeup and maybe an accessory or two could work on any day or night out so I thought I’d go ahead and post it now anyway. Celebrating the fashion moments of American Horror Story is something I’ve wanted to do for a while; it’s probably not the first show you’d think of for sartorial inspiration but Mr. Ryan Murphy has fucking fantastic taste in stylists and the first five seasons of AHS in particular, which I’ll be focussing on in this post, have given us SO many amazing looks. The man may be guilty of many things-subjecting us to the character of Will Schuester, trying to turn Richard Ramirez into a thirst trap, embarrassing everyone who raved about how good Scream Queens was when he wrote season 2-but costume related laziness is not one of them. We see more consistency in a Ryan Murphy character’s wardrobe than we do in their story arcs and I respect that because honestly, as much as I love joining in when it comes to ripping into his ability to cohesively bring an AHS season to a close when it airs, I’d probably be the same; if you put Lady Gaga in front of me and told me to write her lines I’d probably end up getting overly invested in what her character was going to be wearing in the scene too. 

So! Enough Ryan Murphy bashing from me! I’ll get on with it! Starting with 3 season 1 inspired looks:

Murder House: Elizabeth Short, Tate Langdon and Violet Harmon

-striped jumper from caitlinlark on Depop, kick flare jeans from ellagray-

When it comes to reflecting on season 1 of American Horror Story, all I can say do is thank the internet overlords that Tumblr has moved on from the romanticising school shooters and wearing normal people scare me tops phase to instead collectively taking the piss out of the “GO AWAY, TATE!”, “YOU’RE ALL THAT I WANTTT! YOU’RE ALL THAT I HAVEEE!” exchange. 

In terms of fashion *moments*, whilst season 1 doesn’t stand out as much as the seasons that come after, Violet and Tate’s wardrobes did give birth to a bit of a 90s grunge renaissance with their oversized knits and faded jeans and layering of textures. It did also give us good costumes in the form of Alexandra Breckenridge’s Moira O’Hara and Mena Suvari’s portrayal of the Black Dahlia, Elizabeth Short; unfortunately, I didn’t have a slutty maid costume lying around so I did the best I could at giving the outfit Elizabeth wears when she makes that fateful visit to the Murder House a modern, more party appropriate update.

In terms of season rankings, Murder House isn’t my favourite. It starts off really great but lulls a bit towards the end and I could never get behind Violet and Tate as a couple because you know, one of them is a school shooter who sexually assaults the other’s mum, and that’s a hurdle that I think most couples might struggle to get over irl. That being said, it was the season that started it all and showcased some of the most innovative writing and directing on TV, and it opened up a spot for horror on primetime television which as far as I know was kind of unheard of before then. Back when I first watched it, I had no idea what to expect not only because I’d never seen horror in a serial format but also because it seemed to be able to get away with the kind of storylines you’d expect network executives to fire people over. It introduced us to Jessica Lange and Sarah Paulson and Evan Peters and Denis O’Hare who would go on to make the show what it is today and more importantly, through Jessica’s glorious portrayal of Constance Langdon, provide us with an endlessly versatile meme format for this trying time.

Asylum: ‘60s Lana Winters, ‘70s Lana Winters, and Sister Mary Eunice McKee

-afghan coat from louisemarcella on Depop, red AA skater dress from julietramage, pink gingham co-ord from zshamim-

I think we can all agree: Asylum would’ve been a perfect series of television if it wasn’t for the completely unnecessary alien storyline. Like, I get that they fit in with the whole good vs. evil theme as a kind of non-biblical alternative to the idea of a higher, all-powerful being but there was already so much going on that it just wasn’t needed. Aside from that, I think the general consensus amongst watchers of the show is that Asylum has the best writing of any season and I think I’d tend to agree. It’s not my favourite because it’s too depressing to rewatch but if we’re talking the first time round, this is the series that had me hooked. Lana Winters?

Iconic. 

Sister Mary Eunice? Iconic. The Name Game? Iconic. Remember when you couldn’t go a day on Facebook without seeing that one photo of Naomi Grossman as Pepper used as the go to “what I really look like” photo in one of those “expectation vs. reality” style posts on your newsfeed? Those were simpler times.

Because this season was mostly situated within the hospital, we didn’t get that many proper outfits but when we did, they were stunning; if I had to state my absolute favourite AHS character of the entire show I’d probably go with Lana Winters and the part her wardrobe played in her characterisation would 100% play a part in that. The late 60s/early 70s was such a wonderful period for fashion and through her character we get to see both of those explored a little. Of course there’s also *that* Sister Mary Eunice scene with the red slip dress and suspenders too which yes, could be a perfect halloween costume, but I also strongly believe should be a perfectly acceptable outfit for any day of the year. 

Coven: Misty Day, Madison Montgomery, and Zoe Benson

-chiffon dress from rags_to_riches on Depop, pinstripe corset from hanpiercey, and tennis skirt from mollie_morton-

I hate to be a basic bitch but I have to say it: Coven is my favourite season of American Horror Story. Once you get over the complete waste of Evan Peters’ acting capabilities that resulted from the *choice* to have him play Kyle, the unnecessary rehash of the Evan/Taissa pairing from season 1 in what I can only assume was an attempt to capitalise on the popularity of the questionable Tate/Violet relationship, and the subsequent sacrifice of any interesting character arc we could’ve foreseen for Zoe Benson beyond her obsessing over a resurrected, non-verbal frat boy, it’s a perfect season. A supreme (heh) balance of horror, humour, and character drama, as well as the stunning aesthetics and forever quotable dialogue, make it my go-to season if I’m ever considering a rewatch. And if you disagree, let me jog your memory with the most mainstream (not to get all “normal people scare me” and suggest AHS is not a mainstream show, I literally just mean in the sense that even those who have never watched the show will have seen this)  reaction GIF set any FX show has even spawned:

Buzzfeed employees had a field day, Emma Roberts enthusiasts (I mean me) finally saw her cemented as the pop culture icon Scream Queens has since showed us she deserves to be (because not enough people have seen Unfabulous, Nancy Drew or Scream 4) and the gays everywhere rejoiced at the year’s worth of meme fodder they’d been provided with. It was Madison Montgomery’s world and we were truly just living in it.

And the fashion! I mean, Stevie Nicks meets 21st century teenage witches! Come on! 

Freakshow: Dandy Mott, Maggie Esmerelda and Elsa Mars

-olive green satin skirt from morganogle on Depop, headscarf from tonijordan, platform sandals from elliefewt, PVC skirt from bethpin_, corset top from sadieflinter, beret from house_of_erotique, flame detail platform boots from mad_rags_vintage-

When people talk about the declining quality of AHS, they usually point to Freakshow as the beginning of the end, but I have to completely disagree. I wasn’t a fan the first time round but on rewatch it’s probably the most emotional season of them all; no, there aren’t as many “horrifying” moments as in other seasons and Elsa is probably Jessica’s worst performance (which is still an incredible one by anybody else’s standards), however it makes up for it with the most sympathetic bunch of characters yet, and on the flip side, also one of the most amusingly depraved with Finn Wittrock’s Dandy Mott. Fans usually argue that the season went downhill once *SPOILER* Twisty the Clown was killed off but for me, he really primarily served as the catalyst for the far more interesting devolution of Dandy, who, imo, is the show’s strongest villain to date, rivalled only by Bloody Face. Then there was the episode Orphans too which made me cry buckets, the sole AHS episode to do so. 

We got a lot of great fashion content in this season too: the theatrical opulence of Elsa Mars’ wardrobe, “Maggie”’s nomadic fortune teller costumes, and all those twee suits we saw Finn Wittrock in. Highly underrated if you ask me. It seems an odd choice for me to use Elsa’s Dominatrix look as an inspiration for one of my looks here when we have that Life on Mars performance outfit and all the extravagant robes Jessica got to waltz around in for reference buuuut I didn’t really have anything to do the vibrancy of either of those justice so I went with the black leather option which is much more me. Am I saying I moonlight as a dominatrix? Maybe. Lol, no. I wish. It’s not for lack of trying. WHERE ARE ALL THE GENUINE TWITTER PAYPIGS AT!? Your girl wants to insult creepy men and get some new clothes out of it xoxo

Hotel: Hypodermic Sally, Liz Taylor, and The Countess

-silk white bralet from xlibby_maix on Depop-

Hotel is another season that I liked a lottttt more upon rewatch, once I knew I was okay to tune out the (completely predictable and utterly nonsensical) Ten Commandments Killer storyline that so much of the season initially seems to hinge on. I love Chloë Sevigny but the fact that her and Wes Bentley’s wooden John and Alex Lowe are positioned as the protagonists at the expense of the far more interesting Liz Taylor, James March and Hypodermic Sally really does a disservice to what is an otherwise great season upon initial viewing.

The visuals this season are magnificent and I think if I had to pick one character’s wardrobe to steal from the entire cast of AHS characters, it would be The Countess (a toss up between her and Misty Day tbh, so I kinda just settle for low-key channelling both). No fucking idea where I'd wear any of her clothes to but I’d make it work. Liz Taylor and Hypodermic Sally have some amazing looks too-there’s just honestly so much to choose from; that being said, this post wouldn’t be complete without a specific ode to the vampire goddess Elizabeth Bathory, who is everything I want to be in life minus the murderous qualities:

Everything. EVER-Y-THING. LOOK AT HER!

Lady Gaga is really a fucking goddess isn’t she. And people were claiming before they’d even seen it that she couldn’t act? A patriarchal society doesn’t like women that can do it all. Just saying. 

Anyways!

That’s it for now! I hope you enjoyed the post if you did read til the end! Sorry I couldn’t get this out before Halloween, I was typing and Picmonkey-ing madly from 2 in the afternoon on the 31st but I taking fucking forever to get ready and had to abandon all hope of getting it out on the day by 4PM. I’ve got so much content planned and it sucks because a couple of them are lookbooks which now feel completely redundant given we’re heading into a second lockdown, but maybe I should just do it anyway? The grunge inspired moodboard I just did seemed to get a good reception too so I’ve got some more of them planned. 

As always, hope everyone is keeping well, and feel free to inbox me with any suggestions, queries or even just to say hi if you need someone to talk to! I check here quite a lot so I should see it. Lots of love to everyone in this time!

Lauren x

[takoyagi]

if Katsuki had a twin like Masaru

disclaimer—this was inspired by @elanadrex over at twitter. iirc she drew those after another user’s post, but their acc’s down now, so there’s no crediting them directly. this was from a while back, but i told my sister about it just recently, so here’s this

• Masaru but he’s also got the Bakugo short fuse, without a lot of the aggression

• like Katsuki, it’s hard to say what Masaru jr. really means. it’s all denial, all deflection, a la tsundere. unlike Katsuki, he’s deadpan sarcastic about it

• chuckles/grins like he means it when he’s pissed enough. with the rabid maniac eyes

• got the e-boy skater aesthetic rolling—sometimes sweats, other times hoodies, and Vans, always

• Katsuki’s an absolute mama’s boy rule follower, turns in at 8pm, and has a whole shelf cabinet for his shojo manga collection. Masaru is an irredeemable slob, thriller movie marathons until 5am, and is the reason Mitsuki keeps the pantries locked at all times

• “my room’s a mess? you should see my life.” vibes like those intentionally tacky quote memes

• probably has a vape for every jacket. had, i mean. he’s definitely been caught

• vapes because smokes taste and smell like Katsuki’s explosions. “i like taking hits… without ‘m feeling like assault”

• yeah, fucker thinks he’s hot shit, it’s the superiority complex

• has only made it so far in life to spite Katsuki. Katsuki goes apeshit about it, calms down, bets Masaru’s peaked, Masaru says “bet”, rinse and repeat

• Katsuki’s a god-awful tsundere, but once you’ve pulled yourself through the prickly exterior, you get… prickled less. or get used to it. befriending/dating Masaru’s a fucking scam. he’s a shoulder to cry on until it freezes over because he’s even more frightened of vulnerability than his brother, if that’s possible

[sunflowerhae]

She plays bass with jaehyun pls!! Also your music taste is *chefs kiss*

| 📣 > > ty! I quite like my music taste as well🥳😌 follow my spotify if u wanna see my playlists lmao (( @coolangelgwen - lowkey hate myself for this one but no regrets, right?!? )) I tried to make a more realistic conversation style, but idk how I feel abt it. Lemme know! Also~~ last thing, I promise - this isn’t proofread lol so sorry if it’s bad

Send in your own requests! 🧚🏻‍♀️🐮

“Hey, won't you call me back? ‘Cause I've been waiting for a text back. It hurts my brain - This chick who plays bass”

“Jesus Jaehyun, simp much?” Jaehyun reluctantly drew his line of sight from the unlit screen of his phone to the eyes of his best friend.

“What? No, what do you mean?” Johnny rolled his eyes and glanced around the coffee shop the two currently sat in, not focusing his attention on anything specific, before returning his gaze back on the hopeless romantic in front of him.

“I know you’re waiting for her to text you.” At the ~truthful~ words thrown across the table in humor, Jaehyun rolled his own eyes with a “psh” - trying to play off the fact that Johnny was unfortunately right.

“Her” was in fact Y/l/n Y/n, a girl he met at the NCT party that his frat held the previous night. Jaehyun didn’t usually enjoy or attend them, but he had a feeling (some unknown feeling) that he should maybe go to this one, so he found a calming spot in a corner, hunkered down with a beer and a bowl of chips, and prayed that the party would end soon. Friends came by and talked to him, girls came by to seduce him, but Jaehyun’s ass stayed firmly cushioned on his seat in that little, calming corner.

The corner just so happened to be near the food table, so people were coming and going; you were not privy to this fact. You - much like Jaehyun - didn’t usually attend these events. It wasn’t that you had anything against them, you just felt there were better ways to spend your nights. However, Haechan - your best friend - practically begged you to come, stating that,

“it’d be nice to have at least one other cool person there!” And when the younger boy used his pouting charms on you, you found yourself agreeing to his request.

It was lame, though. Haechan had been stuck like glue to you the whole night, prancing you around to his frat brothers and with the obnoxious, “see - I told you she was real!”, he enjoyed seeing the fire of joy ignite in his brothers eyes the more they got to know you. Haechan claimed it was because you were quite known on campus for being the cool, quiet skater girl with good fashion, and everyone who had a conversation with you came out better because of it. You would just respond that he was the Leslie to your Ann (which he would just laugh at, joking that he has scrapbooks of your friendship - thus scaring you more). What was lame, was the party. There was no reason or organization, which you didn’t really care about, you just hated the amount of people, thus lessening the amount of air flow. One glance at the food table that had basically no one by it, and you were telling hyuck you were going to get food and heading that way.

When Jaehyun first saw you, his mind immediately registered who you were. Y/n. The girl that skated through campus, and had dyed hair, and always had butterfly clips in. He had always wanted to meet you, but was never courageous enough to act on it. It was funny, girls practically killed for a conversation with him, yet the one girl he actually wanted, never even looked his way.

That was until now.

You turned your body out to the crowd and glanced around; eyes landing on the little, calming corner, and on the boy who was already looking straight at you. You knew him. Jaehyun. A lot of people liked him, but you specifically knew him as a member of this frat.

“Hi!” You smiled, and he looked surprised that you were even talking to him.

“Hey,” he waved back, “y/n, right?”

You moved closer to him, “yeah, Jaehyun, right? You know Haechan.”

“Oh, yeah I do. You know Haechan?”

“He’s my best friend.” You both nodded at this, but Jaehyun looked a bit surprised.

“Wow, how do you know Haechan? Aren’t you older?”

“I mean, yeah. How do you know I’m older?” You had a playful tone, which calmed Jaehyun’s nerves a bit.

“Oh, we have a class together. Environmental Impact on Civilization with Professor Cilinado?” Your eyes went wide, and even with the strobe lights going off, Jaehyun could see the blush that projected itself onto your cheeks.

“Shit, that’s right. Hi!” You both laughed, “um, I don’t know, Haechan just kind of came up to me once and started talking like we’ve known each other for years and I went along with it, and I guess the rest is history.” The memory of meeting your best friend made a smile cross onto your face, and Jaehyun couldn’t help but think you were beautiful.

“Yeah, that seems like him. Weird I’ve never met you, though.”

“Yeah, I don’t really come to this stuff.”

“Same, what do you like to do?”

“Um..listen to music, I like to play my bass, skate, I guess.”

“Wow, you play bass?” Jaehyun’s eyes went wide in surprise, and you laughed at his taken aback expression.

“Yeah, why, do I seem like someone who wouldn’t?” Jaehyun felt idiotic for once more saying something insensitive, but you, again, had a smile on your face.

“No! Yes? I’m not sure, it’s just always cool to hear that someone plays an instrument. And the bass is so cool.”

You start to respond, but turn your head instead at the sound of Haechan calling your name. “Well, can’t keep the devil waiting. Speaking of, if you want you can get my number from Haechan, text me!” Jaehyun eagerly nods, but you’re already walking away; your back turned around.

Johnny has to literally snap his fingers in front of Jaehyuns face to shake him from the memory of last night, and the moment Jaehyun saw Johnnys amused face, he knew he was caught.

“What’d I say - simp.”

“She plays bass, she plays bass. Nothing matters 'cause we're both in space”

Y/n (4:57pm) hey Jaehyun! I’m happy u texted me! Yesssss let’s totally do something together!! What did u have in mind??

And that’s how you and Jaehyun - basically strangers - ended up on the hood of his car at 1 am; eating chicken nuggets from McDonald’s and looking at the stars together.

“Everyone knows the buffalo sauce is the best, Jaehyun!” He laughed at your counter argument, but shook his head none the less.

“No, honey mustard is superior!”

“No, because you could get that anywhere-“

“-you could get buffalo anywhere! And why is it orange, and why does it taste the way it does?” You were both laughing in between arguing your respective sides, and if it weren’t for the slightly uncomfortable position of laying on the hood of a car, this moment would have been picture perfect (but really, it was anyway).

You were thankful that the college you went to wasn’t directly in the city, so when Jaehyun picked you up and drove to a good star gazing place, it was easy to see the night sky.

“Sometimes, I like to close my eyes and imagine I’m floating in space. It feels kind of trippy.” Jaehyun turned his head at the sound of your voice, but you continued staring at the sky.

“How do you do that?” He asked.

“Well, I have to be in a completely dark and silent room. Then, I just unfocus my gaze and I don’t move my body at all. It’s how people become, uh..Jesus what’s the word? When they get like, controlled?-“

“-hypnotized?”

“Yeah! I watched a video where he hypnotized the crowd and the viewers to see their past life - it was crazy.” Through out your small speech, you waved your hands a lot, and Jaehyun took notice of the fact that you spoke with your hands; it was something small, but he tucked it into the back of his head, and kept it to think about for when he needed to smile.

“What was your past life?”

“I lived at an old korean palace - like 19th century. I wasn’t a high position, but I was wealthy. I wore red a lot.”

“Send me the link?” You finally turned to lock eyes with Jaehyun.

“Yes, of course.” You both smiled at each. Nothing was said, but both of you could practically feel yourselves making room for each other in your hearts, the longer you sat on the hood of Jaehyun’s car; staring at the stars.

“How I wish we could just date - So you can teach me how to be more like you”

Jaehyun could feel himself fidgeting slightly while he waited for you to open the door to your apartment. After gazing at the stars, you offered him a tour of your place and a beer or two, and Jaehyun didn’t admit it, but he didn’t care if you said you wanted to kill someone - he would have agreed if it meant spending more time with you.

“Sorry it’s kind of a mess! I was going to clean it on Wed...” your voice continued going, but the farther you walked away, the less Jaehyun heard it, so he just chose to instead look around the main area of your apartment, and what he found left him in awe.

A black bass sat snugly in the corner of your living room, surrounded by plants. Behind your couch framed, vintage movie posters decorated the wall, and fairy lights, records, and books sat on the shelf above your tv.

You came out of the kitchen with a wine bottle and two glasses, and you sat them down on the coffee table while Jaehyun took a seat on your couch. “I like your apartment.”

You looked back at him with a smile while pouring yourselves drinks, and sat down next to him while laughing, “thanks. Like I said, it’s kind of messy,” you paused to take a drink, “But it’s home. Bleh, wine makes me feel old.” Jaehyun nodded while laughing, and the air became thick with quietness, which teetered between awkward and calm leniently. Jaehyun - as slyly as he could - stared at your side profile while you started talking about the movie posters hanging behind you. You had an aura of chill vibes, and it seemed that whatever you talked about, you managed to make interesting. Jaehyun was debating whether he wanted to date you, or be you, until he came to the conclusion that he wanted to date you so he could learn to be like you. Although it was the beginning of what he hoped was a new relationship, Jaehyun already had so much respect for you, and as you joked around with him about whatever the two of you could think of, Jaehyun’s excitement for the the future held only increased more and more.

Past life video

That was my actual past life btw! Lemme know what y’all get 😩 also just go on the website if you get a lot of ads - bc that can fuck w ur hypnotization! It’s not scary, I promise. The dude has a super nice voice. It’s vv trippy. If you’re a skeptic - do it anyway. Worst case scenario, you get a good laugh.

[hockeyownsmyass13]

Second Chances/Mat Barzal

Description: As All-Star Weekend drew close you couldn’t help but wonder if Mat would remember you. It was less than a year ago when you two had met in NYC. Now you were on your way towards your dream job as a sports journalist. And with this gig at the NHL’s ASG, the last thing you needed was to be distracted by Mat. 

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: A few swear words

Author’s Note: I have a lot of Barzy feelings so I hope you guys like it. I have an idea for a part two might include smut if I’m feeling bold so please lmk what you think! Thanks for reading loves ☺️

Flashback

“How does this all work again?” you asked your best friend while putting on your makeup at her Manhattan apartment. 

“I’m going to text Isaac when we get there and he’s coming to meet us and take us in. Usually they sit us at a table with a bunch of other girls and bring a bottle or two to start. From there it’s pretty much up to us, we can do whatever we want.”

This whole VIP clubbing experience was completely out of your element. Izzy, your former teammate in college and close friend had become a model since moving to the city. She knew guys like Isaac who were big time club promoters and could hook her up with pretty much anything NYC nightlife had to offer. You just tagged along for the ride. 

Since you arrived at the club however you’d been able to relax. All Izzy’s friends were super nice and fun to be around. Between all the drinks and dancing however there was a group of guys who kept catching your eye. Izzy warned you that 1 Oak often had celebs but you weren’t quite sure if you’d seen them before. While the girls were dancing you took a break to rest your feet (heels hurt sometimes) and sat down at the table for another drink. That was when he approached you. You honestly didn’t even remember the first words he said. It was as if your brain had paused for a moment, wondering why a guy this attractive had come up to you. 

“Mat” He said. You gave him your name, unsure if you should shake his hand or not. How do people greet at clubs anyways, you thought to yourself.

“Are you from here or just visiting?” 

“I live in Boston, well Cambridge technically. I’m in my last year at harvard” 

“Damn smart girl I see” Mat said. He seemed like he was flirting but also genuinely impressed at that name drop.

“I got a soccer scholarship, I’m not really that smart” you laughed back. “Izzy lives here, she was my teammate the last 3 years” you gestured towards her and the others dancing. 

At first it was a little awkward but quickly you figured out how much you had in common.Talking about favorite foods, music, TV, and of course sports. The last subject was interesting. He seemed so excited at first yet turned around, seeming a little shy to give any details. .

After a little more conversation you followed him back to his table to grab a few more drinks, and that’s when you figured it out. The slight hint of a Canadian accent along with his friends all looking young and very in shape gave it away. This guy was definitely a professional athlete. You guessed hockey but didn’t want him to think you secretly knew who he was so you hid that guess.

“What sport do you play?” A little smirk dancing across your lips. 

“How’d you know?”

“Educated guess” 

“Hockey, we all play for the Islanders” He looked a little shy, running his fingers through his hair. 

Internally you were freaking out just a bit. Growing up near Boston the Bruins were like a religion in your hometown. The NHL playoffs had always been your favorite time for any sport. There was just a level of intensity and excitement that couldn’t be matched. But on the outside you kept your cool...somehow. And after a little more chatting he pulled you over to the dance floor. 

Eventually Mat’s friends were ready to head home and so were yours. He lived with an older teammate since it was his rookie season and you were crashing at Izzy’s place, so that small part of you who wanted to go home with him (even though you really don’t leave places with boys you’d never met before) was out of luck. 

“I’d ask for your number but my phone died” He said, the cute shyness from when he confessed his job was back. 

“Give me yours” you said, handing him your phone. Alcohol was certainly not a negative when it came to confidence. 

But the next morning you woke up. And the insecure part of your brain convinced yourself he probably had lots of girls texting him every day and it wasn’t worth the possible embarrassment.  Plus it was nearing the end of your trip to NYC and it was almost time to head back to school for senior fall; aka the last season of your college sports career. 

So you never texted him, figuring he would forget soon enough and you could save yourself the heartbreak of falling for him just to find out you were only a number on his list. It wasn’t easy. Boys like that didn’t come around often. You looked at his name countless times in your phone, debating on calling. But the longer you waited the more it seemed weird to reach out. Would he ask why it took so long? Would he even remember you? 

All star weekend 

St. Louis was the perfect place to host. After winning the cup the city was buzzing with excitement over hockey. While you were a little nervous to be at such a big event, this wasn’t your first reporting experience. You’d done tons of interviews with other D1 athletes around campus and even filled in for a week as the rinkside reporter with the Bruins.

When you first entered the locker room on Friday it was impossible not to scan around for him. When Mat wasn’t there you couldn’t decide whether it was a relief or a dissapointment. There wasn’t a lot of time to dwell on things however, interviews needed to get done. It was mostly just fluff, funny questions for some social media content, You were talking to Sid, the usual polite yet unrevealing way of avoiding his private life, when someone entering the room immediately grabbed your attention. Mat had walked in. You could feel your heart start to beat faster. It could be the nervous anticipation of a potential awkward encounter. Thankfully your brain still worked and it quickly brought your attention back to Sid. 

“And Conor McDavid comes up short. Mat Barzal is your new NHL All-Star fastest skater” The announcement rang loudly throughout the arena. 

Mat won. Mat just won. It kept repeating in your mind like an echo. Because you knew what that meant. You had to interview him. He was laughing with some of the other guys as you watched the producer approach him. Chatting with the cameraman seemed a good option to avoid looking like you were starring in his direction. As he walked towards you his expression was blank. 

“Congratulations on winning the first event of day one. How does it feel to know you dethroned a three time winner?” 

Silence. Your eyes widened, hoping to provoke an answer.

“Um yeah it’s pretty cool. Conor’s a really fast skater so I feel a little lucky.”

“I know you guys don’t get much time to warm up. Is the crowd a big energizing factor in something like this?”

“Sure” Silence again. 

“Uh I mean we’re here because of the fans. So uh yeah we want to do our best and give them a good show” 

The rest of the interview went about the same. You were sure the others watching could feel the awkwardness in the air. Although he didn’t show any signs of recognizing you, Mat wasn’t known for being cold towards reporters. Something must have been your fault for the less than stellar interview which thankfully was over. 

“Y/N” 

It wasn’t a question but more of a statement. You looked down at your feet, even though you’d been looking him in the eyes the whole interview. It was a little late for shyness but the absence of the cameras and knowing he recognized you took away any semblance of confidence you previously had. 

“Hey Mat” 

“Why didn’t you call me?” 

Shit. You knew this question was coming but you’d hoped he would at least make some small talk first. Maybe enough to give you a chance to think of an answer. But now he looked just as worried as you, running his fingers through his hair. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. I just….I don’t know, I enjoyed talking to you that night and I just figured you would and then you never did and I couldn’t do anything,,,,” He trailed off getting quieter at the end, 

“I’m sorry, You’re not crazy Mat. I had a really great time that night. I’m not sure what to say. I know it’s a stupid excuse but I was leaving to go home to Boston so soon and I just convinced myself you were, ya know, this impressive star athlete and it wouldn’t matter if I never said anything because you would forget which I know isn’t fair since you’re a perfectly nice guy and..”

“Come to dinner tonight.” He cut you off.

“I’m supposed to go out with some of the other guys but a lot of them have family or girlfriends coming too. So you won’t be crashing guys’ night or anything.” 

“t’ll be low key don’t worry” He added, sensing your hesitation. 

“Okay, I’ll go” 

“I have to get back, but text me and I’ll send you the details” 

“Sounds great” Biting your lip did not do enough to hide the smile growing on your face. It was a group dinner, but no matter how you looked at it, you were going to dinner with Mat Barzal. Who ever said second chances don’t exist.

[ciriceart]

OC profiles: the Lawson family

From the now-defunct semi-interactive comic/creative writing projects, “Hunger, Nevada”, “Far From Any Road”, and “Saudade”.

The plot of these three stories cover topics and conflicts such as learning to relate to those around you, breaking toxic cycles, smalltown stagnation and the isolation of close-knit communities, and metaphorical (sometimes literal) body horror monsters that slowly poison towns and families. I wrote these stories from the ages of 14 to 21, and they're all very much a reflection of myself and my perspectives/outlook at those times. I still go back and revisit certain areas, but can't see myself rewriting them in full any time soon. I feel like that would be a disservice to my past self - I used these to sort out and explore my own feelings and hangups, and they served their purpose, but I still draw and talk about the boys more often than I expected I would when I drew my first doodle of Ellis and Lawrence in 8th grade detention. This post is just an infodump about the family of the main characters. I'm not getting into plot details just yet. Though it is worth noting, this was at the height of my Silent Hill hyperfixation, and Ellis and Lawrence began life as the protags of my imaginary Silent Hill fangame for which I made an entire gamefaqs walkthrough because I did not know how to write or draw too well. That doesn't really matter too much now, I just think it's fun.

The Lawson family consists of Francis (or Frank) and Amalia Lawson, and their two sons, Ellis and Lawrence.

Frank is a large man, about 6’3 with green eyes, short auburn hair,  and a beard. His skin is somewhat pale but has a minor farmer’s tan from working outdoors, and there’s a spatter of freckles across his entire face. He sometimes wears rectangular half-frame glasses and uses a walking stick.

Amalia is about 5’4 and stocky, with dark brown, almost black hair cut in the patented Mom Bob(tm) with bangs and dark eyes. Her face is somewhat oblong with round, soft features and her skin is a warm mid-to-light brown.

Ellis ranges in age from 17 to 26 across plots. His facial structure favors his father. He’s about 5’10,  has very light brown skin, freckles on his face, arms, chest and shoulders, dark eyes and auburn hair. As a teenager, his hair reaches to about his jaw with an off-center part, and he keeps it short and parted on the side as he gets older. He usually at least attempts to comb his hair back but half of it just falls back in front of his face anyway. Sometimes sports various non-serious injuries such as scratches and bruises. He’s rough-and-tumble.

As a teen, most of his outfits consist of torn up jeans, skater shoes, and a plethora of graphic or band tees. Sometimes an old flannel stolen from dad, or black canvas jacket. As an adult, he wears mostly intact but faded black work pants, black or brown work boots, a plain T-shirt and often an unbuttoned overshirt with either short sleeves or the sleeves rolled up.

Lawrence also ranges in age across stories, from 9 to 17. His facial structure favors his mother. He has pale skin, freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, green eyes, and auburn hair in a short, choppy buzzcut that he later grows out to reach past his shoulders as he gets into his teens. As a child, he’s very short and scrappy, and then becomes gangly and awkward as a teenager.

As a child, his wardrobe is typically all childish graphic tees and cargo shorts or jeans, all picked out by his parents. As he gets older, he becomes introverted and shy, always covering himself up in an absurd number of layers – he's often seen wearing a short-sleeved shirt with long sleeves underneath, either a flannel or sweater, and a massively oversized forest green jacket with a red fleece collar. He usually sticks to plain, slightly baggy jeans and sneakers.

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Frank and Amalia married in their mid to late 20’s and moved to Frank’s hometown of Ansley, [state redacted].

Frank works in a hardware store and as a repairman. Some years ago, Frank suffered a spinal injury, resulting in chronic pain and his use of a walking stick. He still works at the hardware store and takes repair jobs, though he’s unable to work as often or for as long as he used to.

Ellis drops out of high school in the second quarter of 11th grade to work full-time at the hardware store and begins picking up smaller repair jobs around town. Lawrence, being much younger, is not employed but occasionally does smaller tasks such as sweeping up or organizing shelves after closing hours, or tagging along with his brother or dad on repair jobs to help where he can.

Amalia works at a packing and shipping facility in the city. She works overnight, six days a week with Mondays off. She’s usually home about an hour before her sons have to get up for school. Amalia’s pack a day smoking habit and Frank’s temper are the subjects of most conflicts, but they never progress past passive aggressive remarks or heated discussions. The family occasionally relies on financial help from a man named Mike, whose family has been friends with Frank’s for several years, to make ends meet. He’s often the reason that their heat and water stay on.

The Lawsons are a practicing family of Amicists. They regularly attend service at The First Church of the Shoal United in the next town over. More on Amicism at a later date.

Ellis has a lot of pent up resentment toward authority figures and “grown-ups” in general, even into his own adulthood, due to Backstory Reasons I won’t get into here.

James, Marie, Robin, and Brian are Ellis’ friends from high school. They mostly sit around smoking pot and watching bad movies, sneak out to drink at the park after curfew, and attempt to skate in vacant parking lots.

James was held back in middle school and is one or two years older than the rest of the group. Most parents in town still call him Jimmy and think he’s a very nice boy. If asked to describe him, his long line of ex-girlfriends would say “he’s so nice, but GOD he’s so dumb.” Marie was closer to Robin and James than she was to Ellis, so they didn’t hang out outside of the group at all. She thought Ellis was kinda weird, but not a “bad weird” so she never mentioned it or complained. Robin is that sort of midwestern emo girl in everyone’s math class who’s an artist, but all she draws is semi realistic eyes with elaborate eyeliner in her English notes. She regularly gets into arguments with Ellis and James on what genre different bands count as. Brian is the obvious stoner friend who would be kinda chill to hang out with if he weren’t so loud and annoying about how his parents totally don’t even care and just like, totally let him do whatever he wants.

Dropping out of high school to work a fulltime job, having no interest in college, minimal relationship experience, and staying in such a small and rural town leads to Ellis becoming socially isolated and unable to fully relate with people his own age. He slowly falls out of touch with his friends and people he knew from school, preferring surface level interactions with older coworkers, relatives and friends of the family.

Lawrence, as a result of his older brother’s attempt at parenting while Frank and Amalia are working, learns to be untrusting and uncooperative as well. He picks up a smoking habit by age 14, often stealing them from Ellis or from their mom's purse when she’s home, and sneaks out of his and Ellis’ shared bedroom through the window at night.

Lawrence is a nice kid, but struggles to make friends. Throughout all of middle school and into high school, he only manages to befriend two others named Catherine and Donnie.

Donnie is Brian’s little brother. He and Lawrence aren’t actually friends, but they tend to tag along when Ellis and Brian hang out at each other’s houses. Catherine has known Lawrence since they were in third grade, but they never hung out until they got put in the same advanced math class in middle school.

As he gets older, Lawrence begins to neglect his few friendships and social life in favor of fiction; most notably stories and unfiction focusing on the occult and supernatural, as well as a video game series called Sprout Friends, a puzzle game involving farming and anthropomorphic fruits and vegetables. If he isn’t hiding out on the rooftop of the house at night, he’s locked in the bedroom playing one of multiple Sprout Friends titles, or hunting for strange occurrences around town during the night.

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Fun fact: Ellis' middle name is Layne, and Lawrence's middle name is Elijah. I thought it would be cute if their middle names had the same first letters as each other's firsts.

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

Knock Me Down IV

College AU: Part IV

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII

I don't know if it's obvious but this is my first fic series that's gone past two parts and whaaatttt?!?! That's crazy I love writing this.

As always PLEASE LET ME KNOW all your wonderful thoughts!

Masterlist

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Jason was feeling many things but nervous was not one of them, which was surprising since his date looked like a god, even with charcoal black hair in a constant state of disarray, while Jason felt like the frat boy his sister liked to label him as.

The effortless conversation on the car ride over had pummeled his nerves into dust. Percy was just so easy to be around.

“What are you dreaming about Grace?” The boy in question asked as he set down Jason’s coffee and took a sip of his own hot chocolate.

“Just marveling at how uncomplicated it is to be with you.”

A dark eyebrow raised in surprise, “Why would it be anything else?”

“I mean there’s every chance it could have been awkward,” He mused.

“I think all the awkwardness disappeared when you knocked me straight to the ground.” Percy’s laugh was gravelly and soft.

“I really didn’t think I’d have you under me before we went on a date,” Jason smirked.

Percy choked on his hot chocolate, “You are despicable,”

He merely shrugged, winking at his date.

“Tell me something about yourself starting with the letter A?” The skater boy asked, once his choking had ceased.

“Okay,” He frowned in concentration, “Amethyst is my favourite colour.”

Jason didn’t bother to say a specific shade of green was fast taking that spot at the top.

“Wow, that’s gorgeous.” Percy stared into his steaming drink, “Mhmm, B? Bessie was the name of my first pet.”

“Was your first pet a cow?” The blonde giggled.

“Haha, no she was a dog and she had black and white patches so she kinda looked like a mini cow,” His lips twitched, “It does sound like a name you’d give a cow though doesn’t it?”

“I’m sorry to tell you love, but it really does,” He threw a mock sympathy look as he nudged his foot against Percy’s calf.

A blush crept its way up caramel skin, “Alright, alright, you next, C”

“Communications and Marketing is my major.”

“I did not expect you to say that.” Percy stared at him intently, head resting in his palms. Jason was jealous of those hands.

“What made you get into it?”

“I’ve always had a knack for getting people to work together and collaborating to find a better solution. In one of our think-quick sessions we had to convince the professor to stop her ‘business’ from demolishing coastal land to make room for a publishing house. I explained that if people didn’t have homes, they wouldn’t have money to buy works from the publishing house. Then I pitched the idea that she expands on the works already there and maybe create figurines for some of them as another source of income. I got an A for that!’

“I mean that’s extremely creative; I really would have been offended on your part if you didn’t.”

“I appreciate it.” He chuckled.

“Wanna get out of here?” Skater boy asked, already pulling out a wallet.

He lay his hand atop Percy’s, “I got it. I owe you, don’t I?”

“Aw I was only joking.” That gravelly laugh washed over Jason. “Are you sure?”

“Definitely,” He looked up, only to get lost in an ocean.

They quickly finished up the last dregs of their drinks before he chucked down some cash on the table and offered his arm to his date.

“Where to next Mr. Jackson?”

“Know where I live Mr. Grace?”

“Would I be a stalker if I said yes?”

“Hah, I’ll let you decide. My mom made brownies yesterday, and if my charming personality isn’t going to keep you around, these definitely will.”

“I do need some incentive to stay so I guess I’ll give these famous brownies a shot.”

He shoved his arm, but laughed, “You’re lucky I like your pretty face and perfect hair.”

“Any other parts?” Jason said lowly, pulling Percy towards him.

“I’ll have to find out,” A breathy reply.

Emeralds and zircons clashed in a heated look. Bodies gravitated towards each other like magnets. Calloused hands gripped tighter. Lungs drew oxygen from each other. Stolen glances at soft, pink lips.

“You are exquisite,” Percy’s voice cracked.

“I–“ Before Jason could continue, something hard shoved into his side. He stumbled, pulling away. “What?” He looked around.

He turned to see a car door slamming shut.

“Sorry bro, I had to get out.” A stranger yelled, walking away.

With a chuckle, he turned to Percy, “I guess we shouldn’t be hanging around in the parking lot.”

His date nodded, face still flushed and eyes glittering, “Let’s go.”

Jason drove as if he was racing time itself.

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If you guys are still feeling this AU I'll post parts five and six later in the week!!!!!!!

Thank you for continuing this journey with me it's so much fun and I love that you love.

[beepbeeprichiellc]

I need part 3 of the hockey au to survive. Honestly? Your writing is amazing and would be a great fanfic

Sure thing! Part 1, Part 2

The night was fair, given the lateness of the evening. There was a starless sky, the moon having no companion except for the puffy grey clouds that circled the city. Richie kept the pace quick, his cigarette creating a trail of smoke that floated up from between his lips. There was no conversation, and that made for a very long and drawn out walk. Somewhere else in the city his two best friends were definitely getting laid while he was forced to take a stroll with some goon who had started a bar fight. 

He took a quick and curious glance to his escort, surprised that he was even still following after Richie had been so shitty. Eddie was a very different out of his gear, much shorter and smaller in stature than his bulky padding lead to believe. He had soft features, a button nose and freckles that dusted along his face. His chocolate curls hung just below his ears, bouncing along with each step. Richie hadn’t realized that he was staring until Eddie said, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” 

Richie missed a step, stumbling forward, barely avoiding a tumble by awkwardly waving his arms. It caused his heart to leap into his throat and his cigarette to take a head first dive to the asphalt. “Fucking christ.” He cursed, stopping so that he could correct himself. 

This made Eddie laughed, the sound echoing in the empty street. “You aren’t very graceful are you?” He shot, shaking his head and turning so that he was walking backwards. “Lanky and kinda awkward.” 

“Oh yeah?” Richie challenged, “And what you are so graceful?”

“I was a figure skater before I was a hockey player.” Eddie shrugged, turning back the right way with a shit eating grin. “So yeah, I’d consider myself graceful.” 

“That’s gay.” He mocked, unsure why he even concerned that an insult when he himself was usually in the company of men. 

“Yeah, I am.” Eddie shot right back without missing a beat. “You have a problem with that too?” 

For the first time in his life, Richie was at a loss for words. He gaped at the man beside him, unable to fathom what had just been said. Sure, there were gay hockey players-Mike and his ex came to mind-but those were far and inbetween which up till right now he considered a good thing. Richie thought Eddie was just an alley-a supporter of his friends but it seemed that there was more to the goon than meets the eye. “No, uh-I didn’t mean-I-uh-fuck.” 

Eddie looked upset, his face turning downward into a deep frown. “I mean I knew you had something against hockey players but considering you are friends with Stan I thought you wouldn’t mind if I was-”

“I don’t!” Richie assured in a rush of guilt. “No I don’t care about that, I’m sorry that I said-I’m bis-I mean I’m into guys too so-”

“So using homophobic slurs are okay then? Because you like dudes?” Eddie challenged, stopping and turning to face Richie full on. “You know I offered to walk with you because I thought ‘yeah this guy is an ass but give him a chance,’ I thought for Mike’s sake I would try and be civil but if you are going to pull that kind of bullshit then I’m just gonna-” 

“Look, I’m sorry okay?” Richie blurted in a mess of embarrassment. “I didn’t mean any offense by it, sometimes when I’m upset I say things without thinking and I had no idea you were actually gay. I’m not that kind of guy, I swear!” 

Eddie stared at him, right into his eyes with his expression hard and cold. He must have saw something there because after a few seconds his body relaxed, turning and continuing along their path. Stunned, Richie followed as if Eddie was leading him somewhere important. Unable to handle the tension Richie blurted, “I am sorry you know, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine.” Eddie cut, holding up his hand to stop the inevitable word vomit that was sure to ensue. “Just drop it.” 

And so Richie did just that, falling into step with Eddie. It took a total of two seconds before Richie felt the need to fill the silence. “A figure skater huh? Were you any good.” 

Eddie looked up to him, obviously debating his answer. “Amiture at my best, I have a much better taste for hockey.” 

“I’ll say.” Richie agreed, “You sure can take down people twice your size.” 

“Yup.” 

“Has that always been a talent of yours?” 

“You know you don’t have to pretend to be interested in me.” Eddie muttered, “Just because Mike and Stan are dating doesn’t mean we have to be friends.” 

But Richie wasn’t pretending, he was actually curious and was a little taken aback by Eddie’s curt tone. “No I generally want to know.” And he did because there was something about this goon that drew him in and he found himself falling deeper and deeper into the pit that was Eddie what the fuck ever his last name was. 

Eddie again shot him a cautious look and it took a few steps before he answered. “No, most of my life I was too afraid to even scrape my knee.” 

“No shit?” Richie sputtered in surprise. “What were you like some kind of neat freak like Stan was or something?” 

“Germaphobe.” Eddie corrected, “My mom she uh-she had me believe that I was fragile when I was a child so I inherited her bad habits, it wasn’t until Mike introduced me to hockey that I realized I had a talent as a goon.” 

“A hell of a talent.” Richie praised, whistling. “The best I’ve ever known.” 

“You’ve known a lot have you?” 

Richie slowed down then, rubbing his chin at Eddie’s question. “No, just you and my ex I guess.” 

“Ah.” Eddie nodded, simmering his pace down so that it matched Richie’s. “So that’s you you are such a jerk towards hockey players. Did he break your heart or something.” 

Richie frowned, “Or something.” 

“My condolences.” There was a gentle nudge in Eddie’s tone, like he was comforting Richie the only way he knew how. “I guess us goons do have a reputation, it’s too bad that you got caught up in all that.” 

“It is what it is.” Richie said, his heart scraping against the asphalt as it dragged behind him. “I shouldn't take my shit out on you guys though, it’s not your fault.” 

“No it’s not,” Eddie agreed but with a shrug he added, “but I get it.” 

“Honestly, I wasn’t expecting you to be such a stand up guy.” Richie admitted, feeling his chest become a little lighter. “I mean the way you punched that guy out for calling Stan a faggot really had me impresed.” 

“It was nothing.” 

“That’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one.” 

“And that was a shitty sentiment if I’ve ever heard one.” There was a bit of a tease in Eddie’s words, kind of a come and get me thing that trailed after his words. “You surprisingly aren’t as much as a dick as I thought.” 

“Thanks.” Richie grinned, “I think.” 

Eddie only hummed, “So do you even live around here because I have no idea where I’m going.” 

“Uh yeah, about a block and a half.” He pointed down the street to where his cold one bedroom that awaited for him. It seemed selfish but he wanted to diverge from their path just so he didn’t have to be alone even if it was with someone who he had insulted multiple times that night. “You uh-live close by?” 

“No, other side of town actually.” 

“Then why are you walking me?” 

“Because you looked so sad standing besides your two friends who were obviously about two seconds from ripping off their clothes.” Eddie admitted, “Didn’t think Beverly was going to take to Ben that fast but it’ll be good for him, he’s too into his work and needs a distraction.” 

“Yeah, although who can blame her? Your boy looks like all the Europian soccer players rolled into one.” 

“Funny because he used to be fat.” 

“Shut up.” 

Eddie puffed out his cheeks and hovered his hands about a foot from his waist to simulate beefyiness. This made Richie laugh, actually laugh sending a warmth to his stomach. “Yeah, got real into situps in the tenth grade. While I couldn’t even lift my backpack he was running three miles a day.” 

“Man, I’m walking with the wrong friends.” There was a shove against his shoulders and again he began to laugh. “Naw, I’m just messing. You’re good company..” 

“Not too bad yourself.” Richie stopped in front of his building, pondering the thought of just walking past but the jig was up when Eddie asked, “Is this you?” 

“Yeah.” Richie mumbled, staring up to his cold apartment. “It is.” 

“Alright, it’s been real and it’s been fun but it hasn’t been real fun.” Eddie jested, giving Richie a two finger salute and stepping backwards. “Have a good night.” 

“Do you want to go and get a drink?” Richie blurted, unable to catch the words as they took a nosedive onto the street. 

“We were literally just at a bar.”

“No I mean-fuck-” he was rusty at this and it show as he attempted to backtrack, “I mean sometime. Do you want to go and get a drink sometime?” Eddie chewed on his lip, narrowing his eyes as he pondered the question. Without a single word he stepped forward and planted a wet and messy kiss onto Richie’s lips leaving the trashmouth gasping in surprise. “What the fuck was-”

“Goodnight Richie.” Eddie smiled, licking his lips thus sending shivers all though the dumbfounded man before him. “I’ll see you around.” 

Richie stalled out for a second before his brain caught up and he shouted after Eddie, “No wait, do you want to come in and-” Eddie cut him off with a wave and one final word before cutting across the street. 

“Goodnight!”

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Read my snowbaz fanfic "Strawberry Bronze" on AO3!

Here's the link!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/25976332

Simon had gone over to Agatha's place for a visit when she decided (without even asking Simon,) that they were going shopping.

"I'm not going."

Agatha put her hands in her hips and frowned. "It wasn't really a question." She had been working on her Southern California accent, which meant she had started saying "Dude" and "Bro" excessively. Simon copied her to poke fun.

"I'm not going, Aggie."

"Wouldn't it be funny if Baz found out how his books went missing and he had to buy all new ones in third year?"

"You wouldn't dare-"

"Wanna find out, dude?"

Simon cringed and shook his head. "Fine. But I'm not going to like it."

Agatha grinned, and shepherded Simon into the car. "There's this giant shopping center called Santa Monica Place. It's by the 3rd Street Promenade, which you are also going to. Do you have cash?"

"Um, a few dollars." He pulled out some $1 bills from his wallet. "Isn't it strange that Americans have a $1 coin and a $1 bill?"

"It is strange, but I don't see the coins very often." She drove down the road and merged onto the freeway to carry her downtown, then took an exit and headed off towards a giant parking structure. Once they got there, they parked and went directly from the structure to the mall attached to it.

Simon was in awe at the sheer amount of stores in the outdoor mall, and was quickly overwhelmed with the noise and lights and people. He suddenly felt very small in a place too big for him, and fidgeted with his tail in his hands. His wings were already cramping from being crammed in the car,  and the fact that there were so many people to bump into didn't help his anxiety. Agatha took his hand and squeezed it. "Hey, if you're not up for this-"

"No, no, I'm just.." he trailed off and looked around, his eyes wide. "It's just a lot. I need a minute." He closed his eyes and tried to focus on grounding himself. After a minute of breathing and steadying himself, he was ready to go. Still, his brain nagged at him for being able to face countless monsters in battle, fight to the death, go to a vampire bar, storm vampire-infested Las Vegas, and kiss his enemy out of his suicidal funk, but he couldn't handle a few too many stores that were a little too big and a little too cramped with people and a little too much noise and a little too many scents and lights that were a little too bright. He sighed, and let Agatha lead him wherever she pleased.

She gently led him to a store on the second floor called Daisy's Debacle. It had a few mannequins dressed up in 50's style dresses with things like lemons or polka dots, or strawberries. Simon looked to Agatha, a little confused.

"I thought your style was more… Skater Girl rides a motorbike. Not this." He gestured around them.

Agatha shook her head and pulled him to a pair of mannequins wearing a strawberry suit and a strawberry dress. "No, you don't understand. I saw this suit, and it made me think of-"

"Baz." Simon smiled. After seeing his floral suit, he could definitely imagine his boyfriend in the suit. A lady with a name tag that read "Daisy" on it came up to them.

"Welcome to Daisy's Debacle! Are you two looking for a couple's outfit?"

Agatha turned and beamed at Daisy, immediately going to hug her.

"Daisy! This is my friend, Simon. Simon, this is Daisy. And actually, we're here because this suit is perfect for his boyfriend. Simon, what size is Baz?"

Simon frowned and looped his arms in front of himself. "Um.. like this? And kind of tall. Thinner than me, and he's a few inches taller than me. All hard angles."

Daisy smiled and nodded understandingly, but her brows drew together, giving away her confusion. "Okay then... Let me see what I can do. Do you mind if I measure you, honey?"

Simon shook his head, and chewed on his lip. "No, but can I do it myself? Or have Ags help me?"

"Sure thing, sugar. Agatha is my star employee. She can get you fitted." She led them to a fitting room, with the two outfits draped over her arm. She handed them over to Agatha. She took them and had Simon stand in for Baz, and then, once the suit was too small, they transferred it to a mannequin that was about Baz's shape and height. Simon tested it by giving it a hug, and confirming that it was just like Baz, except Baz had a wider chest. Agatha pinned and sewed the suit, and bought it for Simon with her discount. "There! Now one for you, so you can match!"

Daisy interrupted. "Actually, dear, we only have the one suit… will the dress be okay?"

Simon frowned in thought. "Wait, doesn't that mean…"

"You would wear the dress," Daisy confirmed. "Is that alright?"

Simon blushed at the thought. "Well, nothing wrong with trying it, I suppose." He had tried on skirts and such before with Penny, for fun. They would dress up as each other and do their best imitation of the other during sleepovers while Baz studied.

Daisy beamed. "Then get back there and get back to work, girlie!" She hip bumped Agatha and she laughed, pulling Simon away. An hour later, Simon had his own fitted dress to match his boyfriend's fitted suit. He wore it out, because it had a V-neck and a sweetheart back, and a flowy tulle skirt, which left room for his wings and tail to breathe. Agatha insisted that he get a matching pair of shoes (Little white mary janes,) and that they go get their legs waxed.

The waxing was the worst part. It hurt! His legs felt smooth afterwards, though. Simon looked at himself in the mirror once they got back to Agatha's place and grinned.

"Do you think he'll like it?"

“Of course he will, Simon!” Agatha beamed, and called for Baz before Simon could stop her. Within the minute, he was at the door, looking for them. “Simon-” He stopped, making Simon turn to see Baz, who was very obviously trying not to look Simon up and down. He wore the strawberry suit that they had fitted for him, and it fit him perfectly. The bottoms were perfect around his legs, and they held his ass perfectly. Simon was very pointedly trying not to look, but it was getting increasingly harder by the second.

And that wasn’t the only thing that was getting harder.

Simon cleared his throat and shuffled. He had grown so accustomed to fidgeting with his tail when he was nervous that now that it was inaccessible under the skirt, he felt very awkward and exposed. Baz took his hands and kissed his knuckles.

"Simon, you’re… You’re wearing a dress."

“Yeah. And you’re wearing half the countryside.” Simon cracked a smile at remembering when he said a phrase very similar to that one just last Christmas.

Baz sighed, whether in admiration or annoyance, Simon wasn’t sure until he saw the fond smile on his lips. “You’re stunning, love.”

"You're sure? I feel weird in a dress."

"Are you alright with it?"

Simon shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

Baz smiled and pulled Simon close by the waist. He kissed his nose, then when Simon looked up, his lips. The tension immediately melted from Simon's shoulders and he held on to Baz to keep himself steady.

"Want to take a drive?"

Simon smiled. "Sure. Okay." He squeezed Baz's hand and let Baz lead him out to their car, and got in. Baz, ever the gentleman, made sure his dress was tucked into the car before he closed the door for him. Baz tucked his hair into his mother's scarf, and after making sure Simon was buckled up, drove until the road winded through the mountains, then into the desert. They turned around after getting to a town called Hesperia, because it all seemed to be desert from there on out, and they had seen enough American deserts to know that there was nothing good for them there.

By the time they had returned to LA, it was dark out. Traffic was thick going the other way; They were glad they were going to LA instead of coming back. Simon and Baz walked hand in hand into Agatha’s small apartment and were met with the thick scent of smoke. Agatha was fanning the smoke alarm with a cutting board, Penny was casting “Make a wish!” at the stove over and over, and Shephard was trying to get a fire extinguisher to work. Baz considered turning around and leaving, but Simon stopped him by going to Shephard’s side and helping him figure out the instructions. Once the fire was out, the smoke slowly started to clear, and Penny was able to fan the smoke alarm while Agatha called in for a pizza. After their pizza got there, the group sat on the sofa in Agatha’s too-small and too-expensive living room and watched a movie on Netflix. Simon smoothed his dress over his legs and lay his head on Baz’s chest. Shepard and Penny sat a few inches apart beside them, and Agatha sat on the floor with her leg propped up while she snacked on microwave popcorn. One by one, they went to their separate rooms. Agatha and Penny shared a room by putting an air mattress on the floor. The boys got the living room. Shepard was sleeping in the armchair, so Simon and Baz pulled out the futon and got comfortable. They had changed into their pajamas, and Baz lay pushed up against Simon’s chest while his fingers smoothed down Baz’s hair and twitled the ends around his fingers. Simon buried his nose in his scalp.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself.” He turned around, and gave Simon a small smile. “Did you enjoy wearing that dress earlier, love?”

He shrugged. “I liked it, yeah. I would wear it again. Maybe for a special occasion, though.”

Baz smirked. “I can think of a few good special occasions.”

“When?”

Baz deadpanned and turned back over. “Nevermind.”

“No, what is it? When?” He sat up so he could look down at Baz.

Baz looked up to him and cupped his cheek. “You are as clueless as the day I fell in love with you is all.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Of course it is.” He pulled him down for a kiss and they stayed like that for what felt like hours, just tasting each other, feeling each other, and loving each other.

Epilogue

The next time Simon wore that dress was a special occasion. They had one more day before their flight back to England, and they were spending every second of it soaking up the impossibly bright summer sun. Well, everyone except Baz. He lay under an umbrella. Simon wore his dress, and lay in the hot sand next to him in the sun. He could feel the sunburn forming, but he was too busy basking in the warmth to care. He could feel eyes on him, so he looked up at Baz. Sure enough, he was looking him up and down again.

“Pervert.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Baz looked back at his novel, but his eyes focused above the pages at the blue expanse of ocean ahead. Simon smiled and sat up beside his chair in the shade. He rest his head on the arm of the folding chair, and Baz sighed.

“Clingy much?” He stroked his hair, and Simon laughed lightly.

“You love it.”

“For some reason.” He smiled.

Simon closed his eyes and smiled. “Want to go for a swim with me?”

“Ah, well… I suppose…” Baz looked up at the umbrella.

“Get down here and I’ll rub you down with some sunscreen?”

That’s how he got Baz down from his seat and onto the warm sand. Simon massaged SPF 110+ into his boyfriend’s back, and listened to him sigh and groan at every crack and pop his joints gave. It was a little more erotic than Simon had cared to admit, but he had learned that one of the amazing things about a dress was how much they could hide. Baz clearly didn’t notice, but it was surely only a matter of time. Baz lay there for a few minutes while he rested.

“Bloody hell, you’re good at that.”

“Yeah, and you’re a prick.” Simon climbed off his back from where he was straddling him, and Baz turned so he could get his front. Simon swallowed, and straddled his middle again. He poured some sunscreen in his hand and massaged it into his chest without looking into Baz’s eyes.

Baz rose an infuriatingly perfect eyebrow, and Simon swallowed again.

“You already got that spot, darling.”

Simon moved his hands down to his stomach, and straddled his thighs. He tried not to look, tried not to see, tried not to notice every curve of his torso and every hair sinking down below the waistline of his swimming shorts, following the deep crevice of his--

“Ahem. My eyes are up here, Simon.”

Simon got off of him and focused on a spot far out to sea, where he could just barely see a sailboat.

Baz sat up and rubbed his shoulders. “Love.”

Simon didn’t look at him.

“Simon.”

He found a particularly bright towel to look at under a lifeguard tower.

“Baby.”

Simon sighed. “What?”

Baz took his hand and laced their fingers together. “Something’s bothering you.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You weren’t talking to me.”

“I don’t have to talk to you.”

Baz frowned, and rubbed his thumb over his knuckles. Just waiting patiently, not pushing him. 

“I’m sorry,” Simon said after a minute. “I just… Couldn’t stop looking, and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable, love.”

“But how was I supposed to know that?”

Baz rubbed the back of his hand. “Love, I don’t know what happened to you in your care homes, but I can promise you that you’re safe here with me. You’ll tell me when you’re uncomfortable with something, yes?”

“Well.. I don’t want you to leave…”

His words hit Baz in the chest like a brick. “Simon, I would never leave you over you feeling uncomfortable with something we were doing! We can stop and we can talk about this. We can talk.” Baz lifted Simon’s hand to his cheek and kissed his palm. “We can always stop. You’re allowed to say no. Always. I want you to tell me when you feel uncomfortable.”

Simon chewed his lip, clearly thinking. For a few moments, he was silent. “Do you promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” He said, magic binding them. Simon sighed, and tucked himself into Baz’s side. Baz opened his arms for him, and kissed his head while Simon let his tears spill gently onto his chest. Eventually, he stopped crying, and he stayed tucked close into his side just to feel his cool chest against his own too-warm body.

They went for a swim, and let the cold sea water flow and ebb while they floated. Not long after, Baz started to turn a violent shade of red, and they had to go back in. Simon pulled a towel around himself, and watched Baz squeeze the water out of his hair with an old shirt. He truly was something magical.

Baz smiled down at him, and reached down to cup his cheek, but stopped a few inches away. “Yes or no?”

“Jesus, Niel Josten.”

“I’m definitely more Andrew Minyard.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes.” He pressed his face into his palm, and Baz pulled him close for a kiss, pausing just before he kissed him.

“Yes or-”

“Yes. It’s always yes with you.”

“Except when it’s no.”

Simon shook his head. “I’ll tell you when it’s no. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

Baz smiled and kissed him softly, and then rest back with him on the hot sand, happy with their promises to each other.