#i have a cute red bow hairband too

[hello-doctor-doctor]

my kiki costume is coming in nicely >:3c

#thinking about cutting my hair for the fit #i used to chop that shit off like nothing but now i just cant???? #fuck it imma do it #i have a cute red bow hairband too #AHHHHHHHH #i cant wait for the spooky day yall #dre talks

[pinkacademic]

Other Colours in Pink Academia

Even if your favourite colour isn’t pink, we can still be friends- pink is a state of mind. I got an ask recently about PA but make it baby blue and I was inspired to give some character inspo for other colours than pink. Also, there is no visual more fabulous than a colour-coded squad looking like studious power rangers. I tried to list as many diffrent pieces of media as possible so so of these eg Heathers might apply to more than one colour, but I just wanted to give some variety.

Red: THEEEE look has to be Heather Chandler, whose most iconic look is totally the musical with a striking red blazer, a pleated, plaid red skirt, red argyle socks, and of course, the red scrunchie. Heathers invented the Pink Academia aesthetic. Another end of the red spectrum could be Clover from Totally Spies. My first thought for a Clover outfit is that bright red shirt/blouse and pink jeans combo which I think you could academia up with a more office-ready bottom- though I will not stop anyone from recreating the spy suit either. Orange: I'm not good at orange, I'm sorry! My first thought was Lisa in the As if its your Last music video, but that's just her hair. I think a cute, simple base with an orange hairband could get the vibe across. My favourite orange-coded characters have to be the mermaids from H2o- they were my childhood. Each girl has their own colour scheme, but the mermaid tails and weird scaly bra things were an orange-gold colour, so they count! I'd recreate this with a pencil skirt and a blouse with a tie detail like a pussycat bow maybe to evoke the same details- you could also try a bustier or corset belt. Yellow: I overlooked the Clueless matching sets in my analysis, BUT NOT TODAY! It is the ideal outfit to rference for yellow, and I'll DID YOU KNOW until the end of days that it was the inspiration for Ashley B in Recess. Alternatively, the iconic yellow ball gown Belle serves is the look to end all looks and I think you could do a cute academia-style Disneybound with an off-the shoulder peasant style top and poofy yellow skirt, and some pretty rose-themed accesories. Green: Not to be on-the-nose but Elphaba from Wicked can be emulated with a striking black blouse and skirt and simple black boots. You are obligates to wear green tights or socks with this one- and Zelena from Once Upon a Time has a Wicked (pun so very intended, please appreciate me) necklace that adds so much drama to a simple all-black outfit. If you love a good supervillain, Poison Ivy serves so much potential for a floral outfit with a green base. Her most famous look is a leotard, but you can add a little bit more of a classic academia sillhouette with a white blazer to evoke a doctor's lab coat. Blue: I've already done a whole inspo set on the Abbey Mount uniform from Wild Child which can be replicated with a grey blazer and a blue plaid skirt, but for other options, there's St Trinnians with an edgier version of a similar look, or the Worst Witch, if, like me, you're trying to reconcile your happy childhood memories of Harry Potter with... uh... current climes... The Worst Witch uniforms have the added fun of personalistiion with another colour to represent your house or year group. I'm still upset at the travesty that was Fate: a Winx Saga for doing my girls dirty. for a true blue Bloom inspired look, she has a cute pleated skirt in the earlier seasons. It looks to be denim, but you could go for a plaid or houndstooth to be more rigidly Academia about it, paired with yellow and some lovehearts for contrast and a girly twist, Bloom has a tonne of good looks in the later seasons too, I'm just not as well versed because I'm old! Purple: It has to be said, Twilight Sparkle serves a Pink Academia moment with a purple pleated skirt and lace-up boots. So-Called Sci-Twi rocks a sweater vest, and the Crystal Prep uniform consists of a berry-leaning purple plaid skirt, purple socks or tights, and beryy waistcoat or blazer with each character having their own spin on the uniform. If you were a Strawberry Shortcake kid like I was (only 2003 is valid because I'm old!) then all those girls served a look. My fave is Angel Cake, and to Academia-ify her outfit, I would use a purple stripy blouse, a deeper purple blazer or jumper as a nod to the 2007 version (the only other acceptable depiction!! jk... mostly) and some kind of bow detail to go woth her hair. Also, listen, we need to bring hats back into their full power again. Neutrals: Bro, Neutrals are the base for any good dark or light academia outfits, so all of your Austen girls, all of your Secret History or Kill your Darlings kind of looks belong here. But honestly, I think mostly of Twilightcore, and if I wanted to make Bella Swan a Pink Academia Girly, I'd go for a dark green cardigan, a brown plaid skirt, and a simple white t-shirt blouse. For Bella, it would have to be flat shoes because our klutzy girl could trip on air, we do not eed to elevate her. Something more modest such as toning the outfit down with thick brown tights or a skirt with a longer hem keeps a certain degree of her style, and I think over-sizing the cardigan so you can grab the ends gives the Bella vibe.

#Pink Academia #Pink Academia Fashion #Pink Academic #Pink #Academia #Movies #TV #Fashion Inspiration #Rainbow

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

first impressions of the PJSK character designs (i know nothing about their personalities or anything yet)

Ichika Hoshino: it's alright, just not the most interesting? her eye colour is nice

Saki Tenma: i love her hairstyle and hair colour!! and the bright pink eyes! not the biggest fan of the yellow cardigan though

Honami Mochizuki: so pretty!! her light brown hair goes super well with her blue yes, and both contrast beautifully with her dark red outfit! the black bows on the sleeves are a nice touch too! lovely hair tie too

Shiho Hinomori: though her hair is grey, her design doesn't look dull, cause her eyes and outfit are that bright, light green, i think it's pretty! her hairstyle is simple, but i really like it

Minori: she looks very nice! i don't like orange, but it works on her, especially with the green. her eyes stand out a lot too, since they're a cool-ish grey and all the other colours are warm

Haruka Kiritani: her hair and eye colour, that like ink blue, is one of my favourite colours!! and my hairstyle's kinda like hers rn. i like the black and white stripy bow in her hair, and the colours of her oufit

Airi Momoi: i love her bows!! i wish the pink on them stood out a little more from her hair more though

Shizuku Hinomori: i love her design so much, it's so pretty. the colours all go so well together. i love the mint green rose especially. her hair colour is really nice

Kohane Azusawa: she's okay, the pigtails are cute. i just don't really like the outfit that much? idk why though

An Shiraishi: my favourite design, i already love her so much. everything is perfect. the cute hairclips? her amber eyes which look GREAT with her dark hair? the blue ombre at the bottom of her hair? her asymmetrical hoodie with the beautiful teal colour? everything is amazing!

Akito Shinonome: he's kinda ehhhhh. like i said, i don't like orange, so i'm not the biggest fan of his colour palette. his design doesn't really stand out to me

Toya Aoyagi: love his hair!! i really like those colours, especially the periwinkle blue. the rest of his design is just okay

Tsukasa Tenma: he has that hair colour that Saki Tenma also has which i like! oh wait, they're both Tenma? are they siblings? anyway, i also love the ruffled collar! fancy!

Emu Otori: she loves sweets probably? respect that! her outfit's cute... but the sleeves... they don't match with anything else... at all

Nene Kusanagi: i like her outfit and butterfly hairband!! she gives me cottagecore vibes sorta? it's nice

Rui Kamishiro: THIS IS THE GUY THAT'S EVERYWHERE um i really really like his hair, those are two very pretty colours and they work together! the purple also compliments his yellow eyes. his outfit would probably look horrendous irl but it works on him!

Kanade: her eyes are a very pretty blue, and her hair's a nice colour too! her hair looks kinda flat though. i like that her hoodie drawstrings are different colours

Mafuyu Asahina: i love her hair and eye colours!! and how wavy her hair is

Ena Shinonome: i. have literally nothing to say. she... exists ig? her design's boring i'm sorry

Mizuki Akiyama: i love how pastel their hair is!! and their eyes too, they're so pretty. look so so nice with their dark red hair ribbon

#project sekai #colorful stage #pjsk #ace's random thoughts :)

[waiting-on-a-dream]

Prisoner 002: Kobayashi Akane - Trial 2

General info

Verdict: INNOCENT

Physical changes: Appearance-wise, she hasn't changed much. She maintains her hair at shoulder-length and even lets Yui style it into cute hairdos to help the older woman feel better. Her previous wounds have healed up nicely, but they're hidden under her long uniform so no one can tell. She requested for some silver earrings and tends to wear them during the day. They work quite well with her red hairband. She's satisfied with her uniform so she keeps it as it is.

Behavioral changes: Having been voted innocent, she feels as though her pain has been heard and taken into account. She feels seen. She's less anxious and unsure of everything now, moving about with more confidence within the walls of Milgram.

She was previously against having her hair played with, but allows Yui to style her hair now (mostly out of concern and pity). Yui is only interested in styling her hair because she initially refused.

Trailer art: She's turned to the right and looking back at you with a small smile, hands clasped behind her back. Behind her, a rusty barred gate (like a school gate) with a coat of flaking blue paint.

Voicelines

– Second trial trailer

Unlike some of the prisoners here, I wouldn't kill again.

– Character voice trailer

Leave me alone.

Cover info

Canon Milgram song cover: Bring it on (Akane usually minds her own business unless someone wrongs her first, she doesn't jump to take action often. She does judge other people often in her head though.)

DECO*27 song cover: Streaming heart (The lyrics suit her, especially the first and last parts. The rock music is certainly her style too.)

Non-DECO*27 vocaloid song cover: Idola circus by Neru (Its canon, she loves Neru's songs. /hj The heavy rock and sarcastic lyrics are totally up her alley.)

Music info

Song title: Testimony

Song preview: Their words taste like beer on my tongue, so bad its enough to make me gag. Listen up because I'll only say this once. My innocence will be proven.

Keeping to myself, but the world is out to get me. Taking it silently is no good, fighting back in no good either. There's no winning as the bottom of the barrel of society. To continue on living, I'd do anything.

MV description: Bright saturated colours are present throughout the MV until Akane gets home to her father, in which the duller cool colours make their appearance. More locations are featured in this MV and reveal more about Akane's daily life.

The MV starts with a camera shot of pale yellow liquid slowly spilling over the corner of a marble table.

The camera then cuts to Akane standing by the entrance of a convenience store. Its deep into the summer, bright sunlight and dragonflies flittering over grass growing by the sidewalk. Bandages, a six-pack of beer, and two cups of instant noodles are placed on the counter. The cashier bags them up and passes the items to Akane.

The camera cuts again to Akane at school, staring pointedly at her book as a group of girls surround her table. One of them reaches out and Akane slaps her hand away. Another one yanks her head up by her hair, allowing the girl that was pushed away to slap her across the face. Akane starts to fight back, but their scuffle is interrupted by the teacher coming into class.

They're brought to the headmaster's office. Akane isn't happy with what he's saying, scowling as she balls her skirt up in her fists. The other girls are crying, bowing down in apology to the headmaster.

The camera cuts once more to Akane helping out with serving drinks at a café. She's no longer wearing her school uniform, instead dressed in a simple cream-coloured hoodie and brown shorts. She's smiling as she takes another customer's order.

Then Akane is at home, eating her instant noodles as a middle-aged man takes a swig from his beer bottle opposite her. There's a new bandage across her cheek. The man holds his hand out. Gingerly, Akane puts a thin wad of cash into his open palm. He gets up and pats her head before hobbling away into a nearby corridor.

Akane grits her teeth and picks up the bottle, pouring the last of its contents onto the table. A shot of the beer spilling down the corner of the marble table, the opening shot of the MV but faster. A close-up of Akane's grip tightening around the neck of the bottle. End.

Author's notes

I got the idea to make a body part reference for the song title to match the first MV, but couldn't think of anything. "Lipservice" sounds cool, but might give off the wrong impression.

Akane's crime is very easy to solve, so there's not much more to her crime to reveal. Have fun learning about her backstory.

Picrews used: - https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/17569 - https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1649970

#we're gonna be getting a calmer version of Akane for t2! :D #her CD cover is most similar to Muu's~! #prisoner 002: kobayashi akane

[futurewriter2000]

Love Hurts - pt. 9 - Final part

A/N: I totally wanted to end this completely different and it is making me a little insecure but since I had already written it and finished it, I’m just gonna leave it like that, hoping yall will like it. 

XX

Staring at the same line, over and over again was the most frustrating thing when your mind was somewhere else. 

Food. 

You felt your mouth water as you kept staring at the sentence, imagining a glazed donut and to be honest you really weren’t such a fan of donuts but the craving was too strong to resist. 

“Fuck it.” you said, throwing your legs over the bed and leaving the dorm quietly. You tried to tip toe down the stairs and through the common room, despite the fact there was not a soul in sight. “Precaution?” you shrugged, talking to yourself as you climbed through the portrait hole and softy landed on your feet. 

You turned around to smile at the sleeping Fat Lady and backed away, starting to run towards the kitchen only to fall back on your bottom. 

“Bloody hell!” you heard a familiar voice and despite the fact you didn’t see him, you knew excatly who it was.

“Freddie?” 

“(y/n)?” he replied, rubbing the back of his head. “The hell are you doing here so late at night?”

“I could as you the same thing.” you pulled yourself back on your feet, patting your clothes and rubbing your back. 

He took a step closer, appearing into the moonlight and showing you his sleepily features; ruffled red hair,  drowsy eyes and stretched clothes. He looked incredibly handsome when he yawned and rubbed the back of his head again, stretching his arms above his head. 

You weren’t much different. The fact that you had seen him yawn in front of you, made you take a big yawn as well, covering your mouth with your hand as you did so. You could hear him chuckle in front of you but now see him look at you the way he did. His eyes were smiling at you, genuinely, lovingly, adoringly. Your hair was up in a bun, baby hair sticking out in all directions and strands of hair poking out. You also wore stretched clothes, a T- shirt and sweats. Your eyes, contrast to his, weren’t drowsy, nor tired in any way, they were smiling up at him just before your arm wrapped itself around his and pulled him along side. 

“Guess, you’re going with me, then.” you smiled up at him as he furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Going where?” 

“Eat.” 

“At this hour? Mum would break me like a twig if she knew I was going to eat this late.” he said and you laughed. 

“Fred Weasley afraid of his mother? Who knew you were such a momma’s boy.” you teased as he let out a scoff.

“Do I look like a momma’s boy?” he twisted out of your arms and started walking backwards, his eyes on yours. 

When he opened his arms to you to show off a bit of his physique, you only took one of his hands and twirled under it until you were walking forward and dragging him behind you. “You look like you could use some food right now.” 

“Are you calling me skinny?” 

You turned around with a smirk on your lips, looking him from his lovely pair of brown eyes to his muscular thighs and feet. You bit your lower lip just by looking at him and giving him a faint hint just before your eyes matched his and you let go of his hand, turning around the corner. 

He heard you mutter something under your breath, making him a bit skeptical of your intentions but he kept his mouth shut about it and plainly ignoring what he might have heard you mutter. “Did you just check me out?” he ran after you, draping his arm on your shoulders. 

“What were you doing so late at night?” you turned your head up to his and smiled. “I never asked.”

“You’re avoiding my question.”

“You’re avoiding mine.”

His eyes continued to watch yours, looking away when a flash of mischief travelled across that brown colour. “Late night shenanigans.” he let out a sweet, innocent giggle. 

“Oh.” you let out a laugh. “Who’s the target?”

“You’ll see.” he looked at you from the corner of his eyes just before he ran to the pear and tickled it. The door opened and a gentleman he was, he bowed and gestured to you. “Ladies first.”

Smiling and blushing to his little gesture, you took his hand and walked in the kitchen first, catching a glimpse of your hair in the pot and dying from horror. You pulled your hand away from him and ran to the closest mirror you could find, widening your eyes at it. “Holy-”

“What? What is it?” he asked a bit concerned. 

“Why didn’t you say my hair looks like it’s been stomped over by a herd of trolls?!” you looked at him before you turned back to the mirror and pulled the hairband off.

“Blimey, (Y/n).” he let out a laugh. “That’s what you’re worried about? Your hair?”

“I’m a girl, of course I am worried about my hair, especially when it looks like this.”

“I didn’t think you’d care.” 

“I don’t.” you blurted out. “It’s because-” you stopped yourself, seeing your reflection in the mirror... seeing the red stain reach up your cheeks in the mirror. 

Fred couldn’t help himself but grin. It was because of him, wasn’t it? He shuffled his feet and approached you like a little boy. He grabbed the headband from your wrist. “I think you look adorable.” he took your hair into his hands started braiding it. “But if it’s for any consultation, I am a master at braiding hair.” 

You watched his fingers throw your hair in a wonderful braid, making a perplexed expression appear on your face. “How do you-”

“Ginny.” he smiled and finally secured the braid with the headband. After he finished it, he leaned forward and continued to look at your mirror reflection. “If you tell anybody about this, just remember I am also a master at pranking people and you are no exception.” he moved his eyes from the reflection and onto you, his breath hitting against your neck and sending a shiver down your spine. 

Your turned your head to him, your nose close to his, almost touching as the two of your observed each other in the moment. It felt as if the whole world was pushing the two of you closer together. 

“(y/n) I think-”

“I’m hungry.” you walked away, cutting him off and leaving that moment to falter back into nothingness. 

He felt his breath leave his lungs as soul would leave a body. He tried to not show it but  looking at you scrambling through the freezer made him leave it all as you did. 

---

“This, Fred Weasley-” you said with full mouth, pointing your spoon at the hazelnut pudding. “-this is love.” you said as you put another spoon-full of it in your mouth. 

“I’d beg the differ.” he leaned back but you looked at him. 

The way he looked at you with those eyes, gentle yet daring. “Why do you do that?” you asked, putting the spoon back inside and letting it rest on it. 

“Do what?” 

“That.” you took the spoon back in your hand and pointed it into his face. “Look at me like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“Like this.” you said, put the spoon back down, mirroring his position; letting your legs fall on the floor, a bit wide, your arms on the counter, hands together, a bit leaned back, tilting your head to the side and looking at him as he did you. You tried to ignore the feelings that his eyes stirred in you, the ones that made your heart beat faster and your stomach twist in three different directions at the same time and make your feet go completely numb. 

“I thought you would figure it out by now.” he started, feeling his heart raise its beat. 

“Well, as you said, I am a bit barmy in the head-”

“You’re never going to let this go.” he stopped his confession, feeling something heavy in his gut feeling but laughing through it. 

“Then what is it?” you asked, pulling your feet back on the chair and eating the heavenly-made pudding. 

You looked at him with your curious eyes, something in the back of your mind screaming- or down in your chest. Your heart maybe? 

‘Say it, Fred. Just say it.’ - you thought as you continued to look at him. 

He watched you just the same, shuffling in his seat and rubbing his thumbs together as he looked away. This was it. “Because-” he let out a laugh. “Because you look extremely funny eating this pudding like a tiny little piglet.” he scrunched his nose and let out a few oinks. 

And thought you felt that last bit of hope die inside of you as he said it, you laughed, pushing it away. “You little twat!” you threw a cloth at him as he laughed.

“Don’t mind, darling.” he jumped from his seat, catching the cloth in his hands and running around the counter to you. “You look adorable.” he grabbed the cream from the pudding and put it on your nose. 

“You’re a complete arse, Fred Weasley.” you grabbed another cloth, throwing it at him as he laughed. 

“A cute arse though.” he sent you a wink before running to the cabinet and putting his head into it. “That pudding made me starve though.” he reached into it and pulled out a bag of chips. 

“Chips?” you quirked an eyebrow, making him gasp.

“Are you judging me right now, Miss 1am pudding?” 

You looked down on your pudding, then back at him with innocent round eyes, pressing out your lower lip and pouting at him. You batted your eyelashes at him, making him melt on the spot. His arms lost complete strength into opening the chips but he managed to play it off cooly, sitting down and shaking his head at you. 

“That is totally unfair.” he pointed a chip at you. “Women should have that power.” he threw the chips into his mouth as you laughed. 

You put the pudding away and dragged yourself to sit next to him, glancing between chips and him. Looking up at him again, bottom lip pressed out and your eyelashes batting at him, he let out a chuckle and offered you the bag. 

“Just take it.” 

You let out a laugh and took a few chips into your hands. “You’re weak, Weasley.” you shook your head in triumph. 

“Well, you seem to do that to me, Princess.” he leaned forward, looking at your eyes, then your lips. 

You smiled at him, scrunching your nose. “I could say the same, Fredrick.”

“Oh, Merlin.” he rolled his eyes and leaned back. “How many times will you call me that?”

“As long as you call me that awful god nickname.” you smiled, rubbing your hands off salt. “Princess? It’s bloody awful. It makes me feel like a damsel in distress.”

“And Merlin knows you’re anything but that.” his tone changed a bit and both of you couldn’t figure out why. 

You were quiet for a bit, just watching his facial expression, trying to read him and the situation. “Are you cross with me, Freddie?”

“No.” he replied a bit grumpily. “I’m just saying-” he stopped himself, shutting his eyes and trying to figure out what was happening to him because all he felt was these emotions inside of him, trying to resurface and taking him such effort to keep them inside. 

Because when you did look at him the way you did before, the way your eyelashes batted at him, the way your nose scrunched and the way you moved to him, giving him this feeling of numbness just by your present- it did make him feel weak. It made him feel like the weakest man alive. 

And you saw it. You saw that inside of him, the same look you saw back in the beginning of the year. It made you think god awful thoughts; what if all he wanted was to be with you to play you? But that wasn’t him, that just wasn’t Fred but he did call you all the names he found in the dictionary and showed you that he also isn’t the-

“-nothing.” he mumbled, interrupting your racing thoughts. “We should go back.” 

“Fred.” you spoke softly and like a broken little bird, he turned around. “What’s wrong?” 

And he contemplated, Merlin did he contemplate how to tell you because when you were asleep it all came out so perfectly but now when you were aware of him, aware of what he was saying and acting- how perfectly you read him and his emotions... 

“You make me weak.” he said, lowering his head. “And I hate it.” he continued, causing your heart to sink. He made his way back to you but kept to himself. “And you make me jealous.” he continued, keeping his eyes on the ground. “Especially when you’re with him.” he paused. “And you make me insecure because he is everything I am not and sometimes when I look at you- when I try to tell you or show you that I love you...” he finally looked into your eyes as he said those words, causing your breath to linger in your throat. “...you move yourself away and that hurts. Sometimes- no, all the time when I see you and I think of you and I smile to myself because you are so gorgeous and so precious to me but then I remember that you’re not with me, that you’re with him, that he attracts you and he holds you and he kisses you... and that just hurts.. Loving you hurts.” 

Your eyes were glistened as he said those words to you but not from sorrow, nor pity but for him. They teared up for him. 

Grabbing his hands, cupping them into your own, you pulled them close to your lips and gave them a soft kiss. He simpered. 

“You hurt me too, Freddie.” you pressed his hands on your cheeks as his eyes watched yours. “You flirt with me constantly- like Lord do you know how that wrecks me.” you smiled and so did he. “But all I do is keep myself away and I think you know why.”

“Yeah.” he shuffled his hands so that his were now cupping yours. “But I don’t think like I did six months ago, (y/n). I don’t feel like I did back then. I just know I want to be with you, every day, every night, every morning, every second- I want to kiss you in the morning, show everybody that your my girl- the girl who makes me laugh and happy, the one who constantly teases me and George loves you, Ginny loves you, everybody loves you and you are so hard to not love because-”

“I’m amazing.” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

“Yes. You’re astounding.” he grabbed your chair and pulled you closer to him, placing his hand on your cheek and gazing into your eyes. “And I wanted to do this for so long.” he said as he pulled you into a kiss, letting his other hand wrap around your waist and pulling you from his chair and onto his lap. 

You let out a small giggle as he did that, making him smile and pull you back into a kiss. His hands held you close to him, pressing you against him so you would never fall back. Your hands, however, lingered on his cheeks, down his neck and into his dense, messy hair. You felt like all the worlds are colliding, like a dream come true, you couldn’t believe he was kissing you- the boy you had loved for so long. 

You pulled away, your fingertips on his cheeks, brushing along his freckles gently as he looked up at you, his eyes filled with adoration and love. “I knew you couldn’t resist me for too long.” you continued to tease as he let out a laugh, nuzzling his head into your neck. 

“No, I really couldn’t.” 

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader

[spiralhigh]

ranking the sdr2 cast by how much their formal wear hits

this is just my opinion, but my opinions are great and i know what i’m talking about! this will be long so it’s under a cut

S TIER:

s tier is reserved for only the best of them all, the cream of the crop, the fit that i would gladly lay down my life for. s tier is the crown jewel. s tier is what everyone else should strive to be... but only one can take the prize.

#1: AKANE OWARI

the undisputed champion. this look is everything to me. EVERYTHING. the red-trim cape with the fur. the contrast of the airy, gathered blouse with those skin-tight shiny (leather? vinyl??) pants. the pumps. the belt that screams disco style. the necklace accentuating the tasteful titty window. the red white and gold color scheme  are you FUCKING WITH ME miss owari this look could bring ARMIES to their KNEES in an INSTANT. whoever drew this deserves full creative control of the danganronpa franchise and i’m not kidding

A TIER:

a tier is for the fits that frankly own bones. they’re not as jaw-dropping and legendary as owari, but they’re still razor as hell and deserve to be met with riotous applause.

#2: KAZUICHI SOUDA

kazuichi, i didn’t know you had it in you, but this FUCKS. the character of the pins on the lapels, the sneakers, and the mispinned tie. the absolute CLASS of the suspenders, watch, and tiny round glasses. the handsome slick in the hair now that the greasy beanie is gone. the tasteful highwater. he looks like the host of the larry king show if the larry king show was exclusively about ska bands and he has never looked better

#3: HIYOKO SAIONJI

tell me this isn’t the cutest shit. the colors here are EXQUISITE. the bright notes from the blue on top, the way the soft pink is a perfect middle ground of the pink + white flowers on her sleeves, the subtle way the green in her bow matches the green in her collar, the white petals breaking up the sky blue that might otherwise look out of place? remarkable. stunning.

#4: PEKO PEKOYAMA

the ELEGANCE is EVERYTHING here. the monochrome is offset by just a splash of red that ties everything together with her eyes and the flower in her hair, the checkerboard pattern is visually interesting but not distracting, and her hair in that loose ponytail with the little white ribbon? ugh. ADORABLE! but most of all, look at those BOOTS. those CUTE LITTLE HEELS on those SICK LACE-UP BOOTS..... QUEEN shit!!!

#5: CHIAKI NANAMI

rounding out our a tier is chiaki in this adorable little dress just LOOK at her!!! she looks like a little rose, a perfect flouncy skirt with a glittery mesh overlay, a fun and fresh over-the-shoulder collar, a fucking big old bow tied in the back?? i can literally feel the way this dress would feel in my hands. it’s simple and perfect and frankly a GORGEOUS color on her this is flawless

B TIER:

b tier is a perfectly respectable place to be. these fits lack the lustre and flavor of the a tier entries, but they’re still dressed to impress and they still look fine as hell.

#6: TERUTERU HANAMURA

say what you will about teruteru (and i do) but this suit is ADORABLE and it fits in with his theme + talent better than any other mfer on this list. the tasteful white/brown/red palette gives it a flashy chocolate cookie look, which is amplified in the fun pattern on the jacket. the chef’s hat switching out for a little top hat and the way the cumberbund looks a lil bit like a chocolate bar is also VERY cute

#7: THE IMPOSTOR

now on its own, the suit is just alright. a vibrant pinstripe blue three-piece with the classic red tie wouldn’t land the impostor in b tier on its own... but that FUR COAT, LUXURIOUSLY DRAPED OVER THE SHOULDERS does WONDERS to pull this look together. not only is it worn with “yeah, it’s real mink, no, you can’t touch it” confidence, but it also ties the otherwise arbitrary white loafers into the structure of the look. it’s subtle and class as hell.

C TIER

c tier is full of looks that are... fine, but ultimately either are boring, lack cohesion, or have a confusing design choice or two that make it hard to get all that amped about. c tier is a passing grade, but nothing more.

#8: NAGITO KOMAEDA

there’s a lot that’s good about this outfit, but there’s also a lot that doesn’t really work. let’s start with the good: the slutty loose bowtie and collar, the tight-fitting vest that ends before the hipbones so you can see the belt, the cute little ponytail? (chefs kiss) exquisite, all of it. but the suit itself is boring as sing, and who the hell decided to put the t-shirt symbol on the sleeves??? was it to add visual flavor to an otherwise bland suit? this does NOT have the black/white/red elegance that peko had.

#9: FUYUHIKO KUZURYUU

the silver and gold mob-boss look, complete with matching shoes vest and fedora, are a nice nod to fuyuhiko’s talent! the plaid is teetering on the edge between fun and garish to me, but the fact that it’s consistent and the only pattern means it isn’t too offensive. quick question though: why are his pant legs rolled up like that?? this isn’t a cute “cuffed at the ankle” look, dude looks like he had to wade across a pond to get to the venue. what gives

#10: GUNDAM TANAKA

out of everyone here, gundam’s suit might be the most boring of all. the scarf is just his normal scarf. the red tie and trim don’t do anything to tie the look together. the only mild point of interest is the asymmetrical vest, and i can’t even tell if that’s intentional. simply put, this “““fancy”““ outfit isn’t even in the same ZIP CODE as the level of ostentatious chuuni that gundam serves us every single day in his casual wear. maybe even worse than being ugly... it’s disappointing.

#11: IBUKI MIODA

now, look. is this dress buckwild and ugly as hell? yes. but you know what else it is? it is IBUKI MIODA’S DRESS. there might not be a single cohesive thing about this dress aside from its color scheme. the huge poofy ruffles of the skirt and arm things with the spiked bow and corset are baffling. the artist somehow managed to draw the awkward, clumping shape of the skirt to make it look exactly like an emergency cosplay sewn four hours before a convention. frankly, i can’t justify ranking it as a c! but i’m doing it anyway, because the sheer level of craftsmanship demands it, and in this house we respect diy queens that are totally off the shits.

D TIER:

d tier is for outfits that aren’t offensive, exactly... but like, they sure don’t look good! d tier is not a respectable place to be. those in d tier won’t be laughed out of the ceremony in shame, but they should really run their outfit by someone else first next time.

#12: NEKOMARU NIDAI

now don’t get me wrong: i have nothing but respect for the titties-out look. keeping the shirt unbuttoned all the way down to where the lapels of the jacket end? that’s sexy as hell. however, this flawless idea has a confusing execution. why emerald green and orange? what’s with the... long-sleeved printed (hawaiian?) shirt? why the red pocket square? and the jacket itself, while fitted perfectly along the chest and midsection, has a weird, unflattering scallop shape flaring out at the bottom. i want to like this fit, but there are just too many bad choices.

#13: HAJIME HINATA

oh, hajime... literally nothing about this ensemble is it. the creamy manila suit might have had potential if there were literally any color variation in the vest (or potentially shoes) to give it a little more shape, or even if you just went with a white shirt underneath it! i could get behind a light, off-monochrome look! but that leprechaun-green shirt is downright perplexing to me. it looks like a mistake! did you get dressed in the dark? did you spill something on your other shirt? this is a mess.

F TIER:

f tier is inexcusable. f tier should never have happened. how does it get this bad. who did this? who’s responsible for this?

#14: SONIA NEVERMIND

y’know, the colors are pretty! i dig the white and teal! but... girl... what the fuck is this construction. the ruffles are all over the place. the bodice looks like it has less fabric than space it needs to cover. the bottom half of the skirt looks like it was sewn on as an afterthought because the top half was too short for dress code. what’s with the weird choker collar detached from everything else. why is the hairband a slightly different shade of green. so many decisions were made here and none of them are flattering

#15: MAHIRU KOIZUMI

yknow, i like the idea behind this. i can see what you were going for! the dress on its own might have worked, even! but everything else about it is just... so ugly. what the fuck is happening with those shoes??? the sheer black tights aren’t the sexy OL look you think they are. the collar of the dress looks like it’s... braided for some reason??? those earrings are so huge for no payoff, statement jewelry with nothing to say, and worst of all... that headband. GIRL. that headband and that belt...... there’s nothing here. also i love orange but it’s not her color.

and finally... the worst.

#16: MIKAN TSUMIKI

what the fuck. what the fuck is this. this is straight up cheap rubber fetish gear. why is the HAT rubber? that skirt ruffle makes this look like fucking polly pocket clothes. why the fuck is she wearing that. the clothes are so bad that it makes her hair look like rubber too. was she dared to wear this? is this some cruel punishment? i don’t even know what to say. this is the worst possible outfit. there is not even one redeeming quality about it.

#danganronpa #sdr2 #new tab

[akatsukifictionsblog]

Chapter 2 -  Teddy Bear Hugs

Well here is Chapter 2.. This chapter gave me a little trouble. Also I am giving this story a new title  Teddy Bear Hugs . I am going to try, and extend this story to Valentines day. Maybe.  How will the Akatsuki survive our world as Teddy bears ?   If there are any issues I’ll try and fix them as I go.  Please bear with me as I write the rest of my story. 

Chapter 2 

As Megan was opening the box Tobi was growing more excited while the others were just wanting out of this box prison Tobi had put them in.   When the box lid was opened, and put to the side  Tobi the voices from earlier were now much more clearer, and light began to pour into the box.   While neither of the Akatsuki members could move their heads, or bodies they squinted. 

But as the light began to become clearer  the other Akatsuki members could hear Tobi laughing to himself.  Itachi was one of the first to look out of the box like the others was expecting someone a little younger.   Was this actually the person that Tobi had been talking about  ?  Itachi could see her eyes were sparkling , and her mouth that was at first slightly agape became a smile. Deidara blinked 

" Well... She's cute... "  Deidara said.  

" Is this the person you were talking about Tobi  ?" Pein questioned as the others could see the young woman in a red, and white dress.  A hairband was in her hair with a Christmas bow was in her hair that curled at the ends.  The girl's eyes were sparkling as she looked upon the Akatsuki teddy bears. 

" It is. Tobi can't wait for you to meet her !"  Tobi said excitedly as Sasori noticed the girl wasn't reacting to Tobi's blathering.   In fact it looked like  she or the people she was with couldn’t  hear what either of them were saying.   Was there some kind of jutsu on the box that prevented people on the outside from hearing what the Akatsuki bears were saying ? 

" Why can't she hear us ?"  Sasori questioned.

" Oh that. Well the seal I put on the box prevents them from hearing us talk Sasori sempai. The seal will be undone when she removes one of us from the box.  Once that happens we will be free to roam, talk, or do anything. . "  Tobi answered.  " So even if someone like Hidan sempai was yelling a thousand curse words she still couldn't hear you. "   

" What was that ! "  Hidan screeched only proving Tobi's point .Soon the other Akatsuki went silent as they noticed  Megan still looking at them it was like she was afraid to touch them.   They could also see a young boy which was the possible source of the shaking that had occurred earlier.   The little boy had a curious look in his eye, but at the same time didn't understand the hype that his cousin was feeling.  

" These .. These are incredible. Whoever Tobi got to make these.. They .. They look so authentic ."  Megan said as she held the box, and at first was a little afraid to even touch the teddy bears inside that were modeled after her favorite  characters from Naruto.   Especially the one that looked like Itachi.    Megan scanned the bears like she was scanning a painters masterpiece.

" What's with her  ? It's like she's afraid to touch us." Hidan said.

" Maybe its the way we look. Maybe she has a distinct eye for detail, and feels like she doesn't want to destroy art."  Sasori said.  

" I don't know what that means, but I want the h*** out of here ! " Hidan yelled.  But it seemed after a few moments the girl seemed to give in, and her eyes moved towards Itachi.  Itachi blinked as   Megan reached into the box, and gently began to lift him up.  Holding Itachi up  Megan noted the size of the bear, and how squeezable he looked.  

When Megan had done so the others felt a surge of chakra as the seal on the box had been broken.  With it broken  Megan, and the people around her would be able to hear what they were saying.  Itachi shifted his eyes when hearing voices down below.

Itachi shifted his eyes as he  was being hoisted up .  Now that he was out of the box  Itachi surveyed his surroundings.  Besides Megan, and the boy beside her  Itachi could see a few middle aged adults, and two elderly people inside what was a sitting room.   The on lookers were either discussing topics that Itachi had never heard of before, or watching  Megan as she was getting excited over her gift. 

Itachi then heard a small laugh coming from the older woman presuming to be the young woman's  mother.  Krystal laughed seeing her daughters reaction to the collection of teddy bears that looked like her favorite story characters.    Megan looked over at her mother who smiled and said. 

" Who ever your friend was from that convention must have known you liked those specific characters right ?  " Krystal asked, and  Megan nodded, but at the same time she was curious. Megan's aunt Diana looked over Megan's shoulder.

" What exactly are they ?"  Diana asked as she looked at the remaining bears in the gift box. 

" They are modeled after the members of the Akatsuki.  The Akatsuki are an organization in one of my favorite anime or manga series.  This one in particular is made to look like Itachi Uchiha."  Megan answered as she noted  the bears design. It  even had a functional necklace unlike official plush toys of Itachi where it was printed onto fabric.   After holding Itachi for awhile  Megan placed him back with the other Akatsuki.   

Still Megan remembered the note that had come with the bears .  Tobi was with the girls when they were talking about their Christmas plans.  While the bears were cute, and would look nice on her bed.  How would they help her not feel alone while her parents were gone.  After the Christmas party  Krystal , and Jeremy would be taking her grandparents back home.    Megan would be spending Christmas by herself  while her parents took the grand parents to see Leo's kids, and grandchildren. 

Megan shook the thought as she was given a card in an envelop from the grandparents that usually had a gift card or cash.   Megan smiled, and thanked her step-grandfather .   As everyone was opening their gifts  Megan stood up and excused herself, and picked up the gift box " Where are you going  Megan ?"  Megan heard her grandmother ask. " I'll be back grandma.  I am putting these on my bed for now."  Megan answered with a smile, and held the bears up till her grandmother could see.  

Grandma Abby looked at the bears inside of the , and smiled.   Abby then smiled turned to her left where there was no one sitting beside her and said. " Aren't they sweet look Mabel do you see them ?"  Abby asked causing Megan to smile a little, but carried the box to her bedroom .   " Now where are we ?" White Zetsu asked.

" Maybe it's her bedroom ?" Konan answered as their hostess carried the box that the Akatsuki bears laid in.   Yet Itachi noticed as the girl went inside the chosen room her smile from before seemed to fade a little.  But  Megan shook her head trying to shake the feeling. 

" Not today."  

Megan carried the box inside of her room, and sat the box down on her bed.  Walking over to her beside table  Megan turned on the lamp giving her a small amount of light.  Megan then set up the box on the bed till the opening was facing the door.  For a moment Megan sat on her bed giving herself time to calm down as she listened to the excitement from her cousin got his presents.  Inside you could hear the sound of her dads camera as he took pictures of everyone. Megan turned back to the Akatsuki bears as she was still curious on how Tobi learned her address, and how he managed to get such unique looking bears.  The letter was also a little strange and she wondered what Tobi meant by it.   " I'll have to figure it out later though. " Megan said to herself as she stood up. In the box the Akatsuki members looked around getting a small veiw of the bedroom that had been taken too.  The room's walls were powder blue, and the furniture inside was white.  Yet the most unique thing about the room were the shelves that held books, anime or some type of figure.  The walls also had pictures of anime, or characters that Megan liked.   The members waited as Megan moved around the room preparing a few things for when the party had ended. 

" Megan ! " Megan heard her mother call as it seemed the party was about to come to a close.  Megan could hear heavy footsteps that sounded like heavy boots. Bags were being rattled as things were being prepared to take home or put up for the evening.   Megan sighed as she carried the articles of clothing she had picked out , and took them with her. 

As Megan left she kept the door halfway open as she went out into the living room.  Now that Megan was gone   the Akatsuki bears were able to move, and leave the box that Tobi had imprisoned them in.   " Finally ! " Hidan proclaimed as Megan left the room.  Stepping out of the box the Akatsuki bears could finally move their stuffed limbs . Some of the members began surveying their surroundings. Itachi noticed the book shelves , and the decorations already on Megan's bed.   It was only when Pein cleared his throat did he get the others attention. " Now that we are out of the box ? Tobi explain to us what it is exactly we are doing here. Where are we, and what is this jutsu that you used ?  "  Pein questioned as he turned to Tobi.  "    The other members were quiet as Tobi jumped up and down excitedly. " Well like Tobi said.  Tobi brought you here as Tobi's Christmas gift to everyone. When Tobi means every I also mean Megan too.  While Tobi was here he discovered technology that our world doesn't even have yet . Also Tobi wanted to be a good friend, and help someone that was going to be alone for Christmas.  "   " Did you have to turn us into teddy bears though ?" Sasori asked. " Well.. Some of you are intimidating, and Tobi didn't want Megan to get hurt when you met her. "  Tobi answered  " So Tobi made some of you more cuter that way she isn't so intimidated , and try to run away. "   While Tobi was giving his explanation  Itachi,  Kisame, , and Deidara were walking around the bed looking around the room . 

" I see... Well for now let's divide and find out what our hostess is like. For now Kisame. Itachi I want you to keep watch at the door, and the people outside . The rest of us will look around this room, and try to find out some things.  Jumping off the bed Itachi, and Kisame headed towards the door in order to keep an eye on the activity in the house. 

In the mean time Tobi !  I want you to find away to undo this jutsu. "   Tobi laughed to himself as he went back to the box where he found the scroll in question.

#akatsuki #akatsuki fanfic #itachi uchiha #kakuzu #pein #deidara #sasori #tobi #hidan #zetsu #konan #naruto

[decademia]

hey! my parents dont allow me to wear androgynous clothing, which is quite a big part of the dark academia aesthetic. any tips? thanks :) i love your account by the way!

Hello, dear anon, I think that depends on what do you want. 

I assume that your parents want to see you in feminine clothes, as dark academia aesthetic is a bit more on masculine side. But you can totally rock the dark academia aesthetic using feminine clothing! Think about:

-blouses in muted colors: for instance, this one is men’s shirt, but check this shade of brown (and green too), and you can choose coral, burgundy, or ivory;

or blouses\turtlenecks\tops with lace

or look for floral patterns - or for those blouses with small flowers embroidered on them

those blouses with big and puffy sleeves that are screaming about drama and hidden daggers 

And accurate “peter pan” style collars - they can have lace, embroidery, beads on them or cool vintage jewelry under

Skirts are very cool as well, just choose the length that is comfortable for you. You may want to wear mini skirt

or midi? (photo by @foxtomes)

or maxi? 

 they can be tweed 

or corduroy

plaid 

or in muted colors of navy, forest green or brown\black

same goes about dresses!

and do not forget about dark academicians’ love for drama coats:

and if we talk about shoes, think of Mary Jane

ballet flats

and cat heels

For more feminine style you may get wavy hair or try some hairstyles with braids. And if you are into wearing makeup, try some natural-neutral looking style that would enhance your features.

Or you may want to incorprorate androgynous clothing to the feminine style:

thick knit sweaters and lacy skirts?

flower-patterned blouse with tweed pants and some awesome accessories?

suit but in red or pink shade? You may wear it with lacy turtleneck and skirt, for instance, and you still would look like you just here to attend some mysterious seminar in that university library on the -1st floor

very wide pants that look almost like a skirt and some pretty blouse with a bow?

strict turtleneck and skirt\pants plus amazing lace knitted\crocheted shawl? Seriously, shawls are awesome accessory if you are going for more dramatic and feminine look, plus they are comfy, plus they are warm, plus you can diy them!

And if you have good or at least not very bad relationship with your parents, you may try and talk with them? There always should be a reason for not allowing something. What are they worrying about? Why do you want to wear something that universal? Can you and your parents reach a compromise? Maybe a shirt bought in male department with pants and oxfords is a strict no-no, but what if you style this shirt with an embroidered sundress and heels, and those pants with a peter pan blouse, cute earrings, and hairband with a bow? Perhaps these small steps can help your parents to understand that any style of clothing does not turn people into something strange and unrecognizable. It is simply a form of expressing yourself. So let’s try and understand each other. 

I wish you all the best and thank you for asking me and for the kind words :) 

Here is a big masterlist on Dark Academia Fashion posts, compiled by @thelightofeuterpe - maybe you will find there some hints for your style as well!

[mimymomo]

Parrlyn Date AU

Okay so this took me WAY longer than it should’ve taken but I finished it. Sorry it’s really long and kinda bad but it’s the first thing I’ve written for Six (I was originally too scared to write anything cause I thought I’d sound too American). But I tried! Here ParrxBoleyn because they’re too cute.

Anne Boleyn is crushing hard (read: in love with) on Catherine Parr. The only problem is she’s to she’s too scared to do anything about it (not that she ever admit that)

The rest of the girls excluding Parr can all tell and Boleyn’s failed attempts at flirting is DRIVING THE OTHERS INSANE 

“I’m gonna kill them, Jane.”

“Catherine of Aragon you will not!” 

“I’ll join you. I’ll grab Anne and you get Catherine, she’s smaller and most likely less resistant.” 

“Anna of Cleves don’t you dare!”

Anne decides enough is enough and asks the other queens for date ideas 

They suggest stuff like: go to the cinema and “Hold hands while reaching for the popcorn!” (Kitty’s idea), go out to eat at a fancy restaurant (Cleves idea), get yourself lost in an escape room forever (Catherine’s idea), get ice cream (Catherine’s 2nd idea after her initial idea was shut down) and take a walk through the park (Jane’s idea)

Anne decides to just do all of them (except the escape room thing).

But she’s still terrified that Catherine doesn’t feel the same way she does

So she decides that she’s not going to ask her out on a date: but stage a fake family outing instead

She enlists the help of the Katherine Howard to help her devise her plan: telling Parr that the group is going out to eat and seeing a movie on their day off but in reality, it’s just gonna be her and Anne 

“Okay Kitty, first we’ll tell Catherine that we’re all going out to eat together as a family and seeing a movie afterward. Then I’ll set up the reservation. On the day of you guys tell her that other plans have come up and you can’t make it, so it’ll be just us two alone. Perfect plan!” 

“Don’t you think you’re over complicating this? Like this seems kinda sleazy... Why don’t you just ask her out, you know regularly?”

“Because Katherine you never tell a girl you like her, it makes you look like an idiot!” (If you get that reference then gold star!)

They convince the other queens to go along with the scheme but it takes more effort to get some to agree than others, aka Jane and Aragon 

(Katherine has to convince Jane by protesting that “its for true love Mum!” And Anne convinces Aragon by promising to stop pranking her for an entire month (she crossed her fingers though))

Anne gets Cleves to tell Parr the plan because she realizes very quickly that Howard is a terrible secret keeper

Cleves and Aragon help Anne pick out a date outfit while Howard and Jane go and help Parr

For Anne, they pick out a long semi see-through white button up shirt that she tucks into a pair of light blues skinny jeans and finishes the look with a black belt and her signature choker.

Anne refuses to button up the shirt any further than the button just below her bra.

Aragon protests this immensely. 

Cleves slaps Aragon’s hand every time she tries to button up the shirt 

They end up comprising and Anne buttons the shirt so her bra isn’t showing but still plenty of skin is exposed (cue Aragon praying in the corner)

The night arrives and Anne is (freaking out) in the bathroom

She starts to second guess if what she’s doing is really a good idea but it’s time to leave and too late to back out of it now.

Anne fixes her clothes and makeup - trading her signature red lipstick for a more nude pink color, hair still in her normal buns- then heads done the stairs 

Anne waits for Catherine to show up and when she does she’s speechless: she’s wearing a dress, something very unusual for the girl who wore pants 90% of the time, the top a white short sleeve button up that’s tied into a bow at the bottom where it met with a long dark skirt with pale pastel pink and cream colored flowers printed on it. Her curly hair down and free instead of up in its usual ponytail. 

“Hey, Anne I just got a message from Catherine and Anna saying they're stuck in traffic with Maria and the rest of band and can’t make it-“ 

“You're wearing a dress!” 

“Yeah, Katherine insisted that I wear it. And I’m pretty sure she stole all my hairbands as well.” 

“You look really pretty, I mean nice! You look pretty nice...”

Before Anne can embarrass herself any further, Jane comes out as planned and tell them that Katherine caught some kind of bug and is sick and says they’re gonna stay behind as well.

Catherine tries to them that they could reschedule but Jane cuts her off and tells her to go have fun, pushing them out the door (but not before handing them their coats, well at least Parr)

“It’s going to be chilly out tonight Anne!”

 “I’ll be fine Jane!”

Anne turns back and sees Katherine standing at the top of the stairs giving her a thumbs up 

Anne is now certain the day is gonna end in disaster

When they show up to the restaurant Anne goes up to the hostess and pretend to tell them to change the reservation 

(she’s just checking in)

The beginning of the “not date” is kinda awkward as Anne has no fucking clue what to say but Catherine must be able to sense this as she takes over talking for a change

They order and everything is going pretty great until a waiter accidentally slips and spills burning hot food all over Anne’s shirt and chest. 

Anne runs to the bathroom and Catherine runs in and helps her try and clean herself up which does entail Catherine wiping the open visible part of Anne’s chest 

(Anne is sure she’s about to die a second time) 

Anne is fine but the shirt, however, despite the effort, is completely ruined

Catherine runs out to the car and brings back her jacket that Jane had handed to her when they left and hands it to Anne 

The jacket is slightly too small but it gets the job done. Plus Anne gets a giddy feeling in her stomach at the idea of walking around in Catherine’s jacket 

‘It’s kinda like we’re dating-, nope Anne shut that idea down!’

The staff feels so bad about what happened that they offer to have the meal be free and bring them out a complimentary dessert something Anne is VERY happy about.

Next is the movies. 

When they get there the movie they planned to see is sold out so they decide to watch a horror movie instead. 

“Are you sure Anne? This one looks pretty scary.” 

“Pssh, yeah right. I’ll be fine unless YOU want to go see something else, Catherine. Don’t worry babe, I’ll hold you when you get too scared.”

Anne eats her words.

Not even 30 minutes into the movie and Anne is scared poopless.

Luckily for them, the cinema they are at has reclining chairs and moveable armrests. Catherine reaches over and takes hold of Anne’s hand.

After a few more jump scares, Anne is fully entangled in Catherine’s arms, head tucked in the crook of her neck 

“Look who’s holding who? So much for being my protector.” 

“Oh shut it Catherine-aaahhhh shit!”

When the movie ends Anne is still shaken up (that thing was wayyy scarier than she could’ve predicted!) so Catherine continues to hold her hand

The night is still young so they stop at an ice cream shop

Anne gets a jumbo-sized cone while Catherine gets a sundae in a cup

They decide to take a walk through the park and of course because the day seems to apparently HATE Anne, she drops her ice cream after tripping over a rock 

‘Maybe all this stuff happening to me today is just karma for forcing Catherine for going on this ‘not date’ with me?’

Catherine, the angel that she is, shares her sundae with Anne, each taking turns taking bites 

They stop and eat at a park bench in fear of dropping the frozen treat.

When the finish they just sit and enjoy the night, the atmosphere and each other’s presence 

“Thanks for doing all this with me Catherine.” 

“Yeah, well this has definitely been one of, if not the, most eventful first date I’ve ever had.”

Anne nearly spits out her ice cream 

“Wait, first date? You thought this was a date?” 

“Was it not one?”

Freaking busted

Anne admits she planned the date from the beginning and had the other queens go along with it

Anne questions how Catherine figured out her plan. Catherine tells her she knew Anne had liked her for a while and that she other heard Anne talking about date ideas 

“Plus Katherine and Jane randomly bursting into my room and insisting they should help me pick out my outfit for supposedly just a ‘family outing’ was pretty obvious.”

Catherine asks why Anne didn’t just ask her to go out on a date. Anne tells her that she wanted to make SURE that Catherine had a thing for her first

“For our next date Anne, can you just ask me normally? Please?” 

“Ohh, so we’re going on a second date Cathy? I won you over with all my womanly charms?”

Catherine doesn’t dignify Anne with a verbal response instead pulling her in and kissing her 

Then, of course, the sprinklers go off- which normally would be fine unless there was a rogue sprinkler spraying freezing cold water right in your direction

The two girls separate and Anne pulls Catherine up and the start dancing and laughing through the sprinkler 

Jane at home feels her mom/‘some stupid mischief is happening’ senses go off 

“You alright mum?” 

“Yes, I just have the feeling Anne is doing something really stupid right now.”

The two girls walk back to the car dripping wet, hand and hand

“So this date wasn’t a complete bomb right?” 

Catherine kisses Anne again, “gold star for Anne Boleyn.”

So that’s it! 

Boleyn and Parr’s inspired outfits: here

link should be fixed now! Sorry about that

#six the musical #six #six musical #anne boleyn #catherine parr #catherine of aragon #anna of cleves #katherine howard #jane seymour #parrlyn

[dizzyeyess-stories]

The Worst First Date Ever! (Remake) - Chapter One: Coconut Beach

Disclaimer: The main protagonist: Skylar's gender and appearance was purposely left anonymous so you as the reader can use your imagination to fill in those blanks.

For the past two months, I have been chatting online with this girl named Ashlyn. She is was like a dream come true. Not only is she a dancer and martial artist, she even enjoys pop-culture activities such as movies and old-school video games. She has recently received a scholarship to study at a university near where I live. With the amazing news, I made the proposal that when she arrives at my city, we will go on our first ever date.

I had everything planned out, instead of the cliché “dinner and movie” night, I thought of way more unique and exciting places to go based on some of our interests. First, we meet up at the café near the beach. Next, we take a taxicab to go sightseeing around the city. We then land at my favorite bowling alley. Afterwards, we head to the arcade. And finally, party it out at this new night club that recently opened.

Yes, I am perfectly prepared for our first date. Just hopefully the “curse” I had since birth doesn’t kick in. It would normally make me extremely clumsy like a cartoon character knocking me senseless which often became a turn-off from my previous dates. The last thing I’d ever want to do is embarrass myself to the girl of my dreams… or so I thought.

Weeks have past and Ashlyn has settled down in my city so today was the day for our first date. The first thing on my to-do list was to meet up at the café near the beach.

So there I was, walking down the beach with pure-excitement passing by all the coconut trees as well as a warning sign saying “watch out for falling coconuts”.

I eventually saw the café not too far from me but what caught my attention was my date. She was standing in front of the place patiently. Ashlyn was a total knockout. A brunette with long straight hair. Fair skin with a slender body but with a huge bust. She had crystal blue eyes and wearing a summer red and white dress revealing some of her massive cleavages. White open-toe shoe high heels with a red hairband that has a bow attached to it. Not to mention the amount of make-up she had on making her look as cute as a doll.

I stood there in shock. I was madly in love. Giant hearts popping out of my eyes with a halo of more hearts started circling my head. My tongue slowly flopped out drooling at the sight of her. I know I’ve seen her pictures online, but she looks beyond amazing in person.

While continuously staring at the love of my life, I leaned against one of the coconut palm trees causing the tree to shake. I eventually came to realize the purpose of that warning sign I passed by earlier because *CONK* a loosened coconut from the tree fell right on top of my head. I bit my flopped-out tongue from the impact as my heart eyes turned into starry eyes. A lump formed on my head with stars joining in the halo of hearts I already had.

I lost my balance and fell on my back onto the sandy ground in confusion about what has happened. Unfortunately, that incident was not over since another coconut fell. This time, landing on my face *BONK*. With another coconut to follow *CONK* causing my head to partially sink into the sand while my legs flanged themselves into the air twitching.

I was a total mess. My starry eyes turned into rainbows spinning at a rapid pace. My halos became even more crowded with chirping bluebirds and unicorns. My face has a coconut-shaped red imprint from the impacts. I had the goofiest grin still bitten into my flopped tongue except for a missing tooth. My cuckoo-self was looking up at the stars in a complete daze without a care in the world. “W-wow pwetty stars have friends out tonight” I babbled to myself stupidly.

I laid in the sand for a while before I heard a graceful female voice calling me, “excuse me, excuse me. Are you okay?” I couldn’t make out the words at first but as my concussed brain slowly recovered itself and my vision limited itself to seeing triples of everything; including the person who was looking down at me in worry. I eventually made out who this woman was. I immediately shook away the cobwebs from my head as my eyes popped out of there sockets in shock while my face turned even redder in embarrassment. It was Ashlyn herself.

She asked me again, “Hey, are you feeling okay?” “U-uh y-yeah sorry about that. I enjoy napping at this beach and all” I replied frantically. She was confused and asked “hey, you’re Skylar, right? It’s so great to meet you in person!” she smiles at me. I bet she was faking that enthusiasm because I looked like a total wreck to her. Not the way I wanted to give my first impression. Regardless, I brushed the sand off my body, and we walked together towards the café beginning “my worst first date ever”.

To be Continued...

[cristinablackthornkingson]

Shadowhunters Short Story #40 Baby Carstairs #2.

It is a warm summer’s day in 2014 and Kit Herondale has found himself spending his summer playing with his little sister Mina. Right now they are playing ‘Eye Spy’ which Mina always cheats at, not choosing an object until the end when Kit has guessed almost every object in the room. He didn’t mind of course, he thought it was funny and cute. 

“I spy wif my little eye somfin the color of blue!” Mina exclaims, bouncing up and down in her seat in delight. She loved playing with her big brother, it was one of her favorite things to do, she adored him so very much and thought he was one of the best people ever to exist, alongside her daddy and Uncle Magnus. 

“My jeans?” Kit asks, pulling at the cuff of his jeans.

“Nu uh!” Mina says, shaking her head, black curls flying everywhere. 

“My eyes?” Kit asks. 

“No silly!” Mina giggles. 

“Hmmm, dad’s jacket?” Kit asks, looking at Jem’s blue jacket hanging up by the door. Tessa and Jem had always been so kind and loving to him, they made him feel so loved and cared for and safe, shortly after Mina was born Kit had gotten so use to Jem and Tessa being referred to as ‘Mummy’ and ‘Daddy’ that he started to call them mum and dad too, they didn’t make a big deal or fuss out of it, for which he was extremely grateful. 

“Nope!” Mina exclaims, popping the ‘P.’ 

“I don’t know Min-Min, I give up.” Kit says. 

“Your socks!” Mina says, pointing at Kit’s bright blue socks that Ty had gotten him for their first anniversary because he knew Kit was always in need of socks.  He and Ty had first reunited shortly after Mina. was born, Emma was forever visiting here in Devon and often when Kit couldn’t watch Mina, Emma would.  When Mina was 2 months old, Ty came with Emma one day to meet Mina. He and Kit got to talking and quickly became friends again. Shortly after that Kit worked up the courage to tell Ty how he felt about him and to his great surprise and delight, Ty felt the same about him. Now they had been dating for almost 2 years and they have been the best two years of Kit’s life.

“Ah good one!” Kit says, smiling brightly at his sister. 

“My turn!” Mina exclaims, even though she just had a turn.

“No way you just went!” Kit says in a light tone. 

“Having fun you two?” Kit hears Tessa ask. He twists around on the sofa and sees her standing in the doorway, smiling at both her children. 

“Uh hu! I winnin’ mama!” Mina says.

“My clever girl.” Tessa says, walking over and kissing her daughter’s forehead. “When your dad gets back we need to talk to you two.” She lightly adds. Jem was out picking up some things from the store, and should be back very soon.

“I’m not in trouble am I?” Kit cautiously asks, wondering if Tessa and Jem were finally fed up of him and want him gone, he wouldn’t blame them of course but he would miss them and Mina if they did ask him to go. 

“No not at all, we just need to tell you something.” Tessa assures him. 

Approximately half an hour later Mina is curled up in Kit’s lap watching Paw Patrol and Kit is scrolling through his messages from Dru which are mostly memes and pictures of Cristina, Mark and Kieran’s daughter Amelia, who is a few months old, dressed in the most adorable pink onsie with white llamas printed on it, along with a big pink bow holding her black curls back from her face. She looks just like Kieran and is absolutely adored by all her aunts and uncles, no doubt Emma bought that onsie for her and Helen probably bought her the hairband. 

As the credits roll for paw patrol, the front door swings open and Jem steps in with two shopping bags, one in each hand. 

“Daddy!” Mina exclaims, taking her thumb out of her mouth and grinning at him. Jem smiles at her and walks over to her and Kit. 

“Hi my babies.” Jem softly says, bending to kiss his daughter’s forehead and ruffling Kit’s hair.

“Dad! I’m not a baby!” Kit says in a tone of embarrassment, blushing bright red.

“You’re 17, you are absolutely a baby.” Jem jokingly says.

“Silly daddy, Kitty big boy, not baby!” Mina giggles, finding it hilarious that her dad thought her big strong, tall brother was a baby.

“You are too sweet.” Jem says, scooping Mina up and kissing her cheek. “Shall we go see how mama is?” Poor Tessa has been very sick these last few days, she hasn’t been able to do much because she’s felt so unwell, Kit assumed she has some sort of bug and just hopes he doesn’t get it too. 

“Uh hu!” Mina says, wrapping her arms around the back of Jem’s neck.

Jem makes his way upstairs to his and Tessa’s room, with Mina in his arms. Tessa is lying in the bed (which hadn’t been made that day because she felt so ill and Jem had gone out to get her some things before he remembered to make the bed) looking very pale and tired. 

“How are you feeling love?” Jem softly asks, sitting beside her with Mina in his lap. 

“A bit better now, I went downstairs to check on Kit and Mina but then I started to feel really sick again so I had to come lie down for a bit.” Tessa says in a tired tone.

“I picked up some anti-nausea tablets in the pharmacy for you.” Jem says, taking a small packet of tablets out of his pocket and handing them to Tessa.

“You’re a gem.” Tessa says in an appreciative tone. Jem grins at her and says

“I know, that’s my name.” Tessa laughs and kisses his cheek. 

“We should tell the kids today.” Tessa quietly says, as Mina scrambles off the bed and chases after Church. 

“Do you feel up to it?” Jem gently asks. 

“Yeah, I really want them to know.” 

An hour later, once Tessa has taken some of her anti-nausea medication and doesn’t feel as awful, she and Jem go downstairs to talk to Kit and Mina.

“So.. what do you need to talk to us about?” Kit nervously asks, wringing his hands together. 

“Well... I’m sure you’ve been wondering why I’ve been so sick lately.” Tessa says, looking at Kit. 

“I just assumed you had some sort of bug.” Kit says, shrugging his shoulders. 

“No, no it’s not that at all. I’m pregnant.” Tessa softly says, placing a hand over her stomach. She had started feeling the symptoms very early on, she recognized them immediately. Once she told Jem, he summoned The Silent Brothers. Brother Enoch confirmed the pregnancy and told them they were having another girl. She and Jem were and are absolutely thrilled.

“Really? You hear that Min-Min? You’re going to a big sister!” Kit says in a tone of delight, smiling at his little sister, who’s eyes have gone wide with amazement. 

“Baby?” Mina curiously asks. 

“Yes Mina mine, mama’s got a baby in her tummy.” Jem softly says, grasping Tessa’s hand in his and smiling at his daughter. 

“Kitty you teach me how be good big sister?” Mina asks, looking up at Kit with pleading brown eyes. She wanted to be just as amazing as her big brother and wanted her little brother or sister to love her just as much as she loves her big brother. 

“Of course I will Min-min, you’re going to be a wonderful big sister.” Kit softly says.

“Are you excited to be a big sister Min?” Tessa asks in a tone of excitement. 

“Uh hu! Love baby!” Mina says.

“You should upload a pregnancy reveal to your YouTube Channel as a way to tell everyone else.” Kit jokingly says. When he had first moved in with Jem and Tessa he spent most of his time watching YouTube videos, Jem was fascinated by it and Tessa started to really enjoy sitting down and watching videos with Jem and Kit. When Tessa was 6 months pregnant with Mina, Jem asked Kit to help him start a YouTube channel where he could upload videos of him playing his violin. Soon after that Tessa started uploading book reviews to the channel as well as some pregnancy updates but she went back to only posting book reviews when Mina was born, she wasn’t comfortable having her on camera a lot.

“That’s an excellent idea Kit! That would be a lovely way to tell everyone else and we won’t have to make countless phone calls to tell everyone else.” Jem says. 

“I was just kidding!” Kit says, hoping that Tessa and Jem wouldn’t rope him into a pregnancy reveal, Dru would never stop teasing him about it and Mark would never stop going on about how sweet, cute and precious it is. 

“We’re not, I think it would be nice to do a pregnancy reveal video and as your dad said it’s much easier than calling everyone to let them know.” Tessa says. 

A few days later Tessa and Jem arrive home from a scan with three letter boards and a scan picture. Tessa would receive most of her prenatal care from The Silent Brothers, but she and Jem really wanted to have a scan too and Catarina was able to organize one for them at their local hospital. Though Tessa was more use to technology than Jem was, she was equally shocked and awed when she saw her baby curled up inside her, she had never had a scan before, they didn’t exist when she was pregnant with Jamie and Lucie and she never had one with Mina either.

As Jem checks on Mina and Kit upstairs, Tessa sits down at the kitchen table and starts spelling out the kids names on each letter board. She and Jem planned to film and upload the pregnancy reveal today, now that they have chosen a name for their daughter. 

About 40 minutes later Tessa has finished the letter boards and Jem has changed Mina from her pajamas into a beautiful ruby red knitted top and jeans, which Emma had bought for her. 

“Why do I have to be involved in this?” Kit grumbles as Tessa sets up the camera. He didn’t actually mind being part of this, but it was slightly embarrassing. 

“Because you’re part of the family and our son, it wouldn’t feel right without you.” Tessa says. Kit can’t help but grin in delight when Tessa calls him family, for the first time in his life he is finally part of a family and with people who really love him and care about him. He had no doubt his birth mother loved him, but he has no memories of her, just one picture he found in his dad’s room of her sitting up in a bed, gazing down at Kit in her arms, just after he had been born.

Tessa gives Kit his letter board which has ‘Christopher Jonathon Herondale- Ke Carstairs.’ and his birthday spelled out on it, and has him sit on the sofa, then she places Mina next to him and hands her a letter board with ‘Wilhelmina Yiqiang  Ke Carstairs’ and her birthday spelled out on it. Then Tessa sits at the end of the sofa and places the third letter board over her stomach. The third letter board spells out ‘Charlotte Bi Ke Carstairs, coming March 2015′ and at the bottom of the letter board is a scan picture of the baby.

The next day in Los Angeles, Emma logs onto YouTube to do some research for a mission she and Julian have been assigned. A bunch of mundanes in the local area have been playing a lot of paranormal games like The Midnight man and summoning demons which are obviously causing a lot of harm. Alec has asked her and Julian to do some research on these games and to find mundanes who are playing these games and stop them. Dru told her there were a lot of good videos on YouTube with lots of information on these games so she decided to take a look today. When she pulls up her home page, Emma quickly checks her notifications and sees there’s a new video from Jem and Tessa titled ‘We have something to tell you.’ She clicks on the video and leans forward to watch curiously.

The video opens with a shot of Kit sitting on the sofa looking half thrilled half mortified, holding a letter board that spells out ‘Christopher Jonathon Herondale-Ke Carstairs, February 22nd 1997.’ then it pans to a grinning Mina who is holding a letter board that says ‘Wilhelmina Yiqiang Ke Carstairs, March 14th 2013.’ then the camera pans to Tessa who is also grinning widely and holding a letter board over her stomach that says ‘Charlotte Bi Ke Carstairs, coming April 2015.’ 

Emma sits back with a gasp as the video ends. She grabs her phone and quickly dials Jem’s number. 

“Hello Emma!” Jem answers in a cheery tone, a few seconds later.

“Tessa’s pregnant?” Emma asks in a high pitched tone. Jem chuckles and says

“You saw our video, then?” 

“Yes! Why didn’t you tell me?” Emma asks. 

“We wanted to keep it to ourselves for a while and when we told Kit and Mina, Kit suggested we upload a pregnancy reveal and Tessa and I thought it was a lovely idea and much easier than making countless phone calls.” Jem calmly explains.

“Oh I’m so happy for you! I can’t believe Min-Min’s going to be a big sister!” Emma exclaims. 

“Neither can I but I can’t wait to see her with her sister, she’ll be wonderful, she has such wonderful role models in you and Kit.” Jem softly says. Emma was like a big sister to Mina and Mina just adores her and idolizes her, she thought she was one the most amazing, bravest women ever.

“She certainly will, I have to come visit soon!” Emma says. 

“We would love that, we all miss you so much!” Jem says. 

“Maybe I could come stay for a bit when the baby is born.” Emma softly suggests. 

“That would be lovely, you’re always welcome here, you’re family.” Jem says.

“Thanks Jem. Oh, I better go see if Cristina needs a hand, I can hear Amelia crying and Mark and Kieran are out.” Emma says. 

“Of course, see you soon okay?” Jem says. 

“Yeah see you soon, bye.” Emma says before hanging up and hurrying down the hall to the nursery. 

Throughout the next few weeks of her second trimester, Tessa still feels horribly sick and unwell, it is worse some days than others but she is very lucky that she can rest as much as she needs to while Jem and Kit look after Mina, she has no idea what she would do if she were on her own, though that would never really happen, Magnus, Catarina and Ragnor would never leave her on her own or not support her.

Once her sickness clears up, Tessa has a smooth, healthy pregnancy with regular check ups from The Silent Brothers. Almost everyday after work Catarina comes around to visit and make sure Tessa doesn’t need anything, just like she did when Tessa was pregnant with Mina. Catarina is Mina’s godmother and Magnus is her godfather, they are both wonderful, loving guides for Mina who she adores so much. She and Jem have decided to ask Emma to be Charlotte’s godmother and plan to ask Alec to be her godfather. 

Throughout her pregnancy Tessa started uploading pregnancy updates to YouTube again, she enjoyed doing them a lot since she wasn’t accepting many clients through her pregnancy, it gave her something to do. She planned to do a video with Charlotte when she is born so that all their distant friends and family can see her, but then she would stop and just send pictures and short videos to everyone, she wasn’t comfortable with the girls being on camera very much, the internet is full of horrible, dangerous people who would want to hurt her daughters. 

Right now Tessa is 9 months pregnant, just weeks from her due date, they had just celebrated Kit’s birthday at the end of February,Mina will turn three in March and Charlotte is due in April. it is rather special that all 3 of their children’s birthday were one month after the other but it meant that Spring was a very busy time for The Carstairs. 

Tessa and Jem had just woken up about half an hour ago, Jem is finishing getting dressed before he goes down to make breakfast and Tessa is sitting on the bed, needing a breather after she got dressed. At 9 months pregnant she easily got out of breath and is extremely tired and lethargic all the time, the baby was already 7lbs, though she felt about 20lbs. 

As Tessa sits waiting for the baby to stop kicking so roughly, she hears little footsteps padding into the room and looks up to see Mina coming into the room, her black hair in total disarray, she is still dressed in her pajamas and is sucking on her thumb. 

“Good morning baby.” Tessa softly says, as Mina scrambles up beside her. Mina totally ignores her mother and crawls into her lap, wraps her arms around her bump and rests her head on the bump.

“I wove you Charlie.” Mina softly says, cuddling further into Tessa’s stomach. Tessa’s heart swells with love and joy. 

“Oh Min, you’re so sweet, I can’t wait to see you with your sister.” Tessa softly says, brushing her daughter’s hair back from her face.

“Mama she come soon?” Mina asks in a hopeful tone. 

“Yes baby very soon.” Tessa softly says. 

A few minutes later Jem, Tessa and Mina head downstairs to the kitchen to have breakfast. Mina immediately runs to play with Kit in the living room. For a few minutes Tessa stands in the doorway to the living room watching Mina and Kit, until she starts to feel a familiar pain in her lower abdomen. She pulls out her phone to time the pains and is relieved to find they are at least 15 minutes apart, though that doesn’t mean Charlotte won’t be making her arrival soon, when Lucie was born Tessa’s contractions were 20 minutes apart when she started feeling them, but within half an hour they were 5 minutes apart and she was feeling the urge to push, there was nothing to say that wouldn’t happen this time. 

Tessa makes her way back into the kitchen where Jem is standing over the stove cooking breakfast with Church slinking around his feet, obviously looking for some attention. 

“Jem.” Tessa says, slowly making her way over to him. He turns and smiles at her, his eyes lit up with joy.

“Are you alright love?” Jem asks.

“I think it’s time, I think I’m having contractions.” Jem drops the wooden spoon with a clatter and rushes off without a word, to summon The Silent Brothers.

When Brother Enoch arrives, he confirms that the pains Tessa has been feeling are contractions. Jem briefly leaves Tessa to let Kit know that the baby is on the way. He then goes back up to Tessa and quickly sends a message to Emma and Magnus letting them know that the baby is coming and asking them to let all their other friends and family know. 

Tessa’s labor is short but painful, only 1 hour after feeling her first contraction, she feels the urge to push and after only 40 minutes of pushing, Tessa feels a weight lift from her and before she knows it she’s listening to her baby crying. 

“Jem, is she okay?” Tessa asks in a breathless tone, clutching his hand tightly. 

“Yes, she’s perfect just like her big sister and brother.” Jem quietly says, leaning down to kiss Tessa’s forehead as the midwife cleans the baby down and wraps her up in blankets. 

A few minutes later the midwife passes the baby to Tessa, who immediately pulls her closer and peppers her little face in kisses. 

“Hi Charlotte my sweet girl, I love you so much.” Tessa softly says, holding her daughter tight and close. 

“Your big sister is going to absolutely adore you my love, and your big brother.” Jem softly says, gently stroking Charlotte’s flushed pink cheek. 

“Oh Jem I can’t believe we made her, and Mina” Tessa quietly says, gazing at her daughter, still in awe of the life she and Jem have made together. 

“Neither can I, they’re both so perfect, never in my wildest dreams did I think I would have such an amazing life, three amazing children and you, the love of my life, as my wife.” Jem says in a tone soft as a whisper, leaning in to kiss his wife’s cheek. 

A little while later Kit and Mina come up to meet their sister. Mina is immediately infatuated with her sister and is so sweet and gentle with her. 

“Mama look she got eyes like you!” Mina exclaims in an excited tone, as she cradles her sister and looks at her in amazement. Tessa pulls Charlotte’s’ blankets back and sees that she has opened her eyes wide, to reveal big grey eyes just like Tessa. 

“So she does, do you love her as much as you always said you would?” Tessa softly asks. 

“Uh uh! I be best big sista eva! Oh! Mama, daddy I ask you somfin?” Mina asks. 

“Of course love.” Jem says. 

“Can we adopt Ty-Ty?” Mina asks in a deadly serious tone, surprising her parents and brother.

“Adopt him?” Tessa asks, wondering if she heard Mina right.

“Uh hu! He no got a mama and papa, they wif the angel but he need a mama and papa! So can we adopt him? Please?” Mina asks in a pleading tone.

“Baby it’s very sweet that you love Ty so much but though he may not have his mum and dad, he has Helen and Aline and Mark and all his other siblings who love him and look after him, Ty loves you very much but I don’t think he would want to leave his brothers and sisters in LA, you wouldn’t want to leave Kit or Charlotte, would you?” Tessa gently explains. Mina shakes her head vigorously. 

“Don’t worry Min-Min, Ty has lots of people who love him and care about him, and he’s a Centurion, he’s super smart and can look after himself, you don’t need to worry about him okay?” Kit gently says, brushing his sister’s hair back.

“Oh okay!” Mina says. 

About half an hour later, as Kit is holding Charlotte and fussing over her, they hear a knock downstairs at the front door. Jem and Tessa share a look of confusion, they weren’t expecting anyone. Jem quietly makes his way from the room, shutting the door tightly behind him, before making his way downstairs. When he opens the front door and sees who is standing there, his fear and worry immediately vanish.

“Emma!” Jem says in a tone of delight, pulling her into a hug. “We weren’t expecting you.” He softly adds. 

“I know but when I got your text that the baby was coming, I thought I would come and surprise you all, you don’t mind do you?” Emma asks, as she pulls back from the embrace. 

“No of course not, Tessa will be so pleased to see you! Come meet your cousin.” Jem says in a joyful tone, ushering her inside. 

Once they get upstairs Jem leads her straight to his and Tessa’s room where she and the kids are. 

“Look who I found.” Jem says, pushing open the door to his and Tessa’s room and stepping aside to let Emma past. Tessa’s face lights up when she sees her, as do Mina and Kit’s. 

“Memma!” Mina shrieks, launching herself off the bed and running to Emma. 

“Hi Min-Min!” Emma says, scooping her little cousin up and kissing her little cheek. 

“Memma I big sister now!” Mina proudly exclaims. 

“So I heard, can you introduce me to her?” Emma softly asks, setting Mina down.

“Uh hu! Come see!” Mina says, grabbing Emma’s hand and dragging her over to Tessa’s bedside where little Charlotte was fast asleep in her bassinet. Emma’s heart swells with love when she sees her, she has a few wisps of brown hair like Tessa’s , she has Jem’s pallor, bone structure and eye shape while she has Tessa’s mouth and nose shape. 

“Oh Tess, Jem, she’s so beautiful.” Emma quietly says, gazing down at the sleeping baby in awe. 

“Just like her cousin.” Tessa softly says, smiling widely at Emma, delighted to see her. Emma smiles back and takes a sit next to Kit. 

“Hey dork.” Emma says in an affectionate tone, ruffling his hair. 

“Ahh! It took me hours to style my hair this morning!” Kit exclaims, pushing Emma’s hand away. 

“Since when do you care about your hair?” She asks in an amused tone. 

“Since he started dating Ty of course.” Tessa says in a teasing tone. 

“Next thing we know he’ll be dressing in suits and writing poetry for Ty.” Jem chimes in. Kit groans and buries his face in his hands.

“Oh my god you are all so embarrassing!” He says in a muffled voice.

“It’s our job dummy, you’re just lucky Jace isn’t here to tease you too.” Emma says, lightly bumping his shoulder with hers. 

“Or Magnus.” Tessa adds in an amused tone. Magnus always referred to himself as Kit’s Uncle and was always trying to give him advice and dating tips, Kit was always mortified by him and refused to call him ‘Uncle Magnus’ like Magnus wanted.

“Uggh when they come to meet Charlotte I’m hiding from them.” Kit exclaims. Though he hates how his parents and other relatives tease him and embarrass the hell out of him, secretly he wouldn’t have it any other way, this is what is to be part of a family and Kit couldn’t be more thrilled to be part of this family, even if they were the most embarrassing people ever to exist. 

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[killervibe]

Where the Love Light Gleams

I’m sorry this is 2 days late!! 

Written for 12 Days of Killervibe and gifted to @ciscoscaitlin

Notes: This was supposed to be my big! Christmas! Fic! but then Candy Canes and Silver Lanes sort of spiraled out of control.  

Summary: Cisco needs a perfect gift for Caitlin. 

~.~

“This is a disaster!” Barry rolled his eyes at Cisco, shifting the weight of his twelve shopping bags with a weird little hopping motion. “Cisco, calm down.” “I can’t!” Cisco exclaimed, throwing his empty arms out wildly, nearly knocking down a row of Bath and Bodyworks perfumes.

 “If I don’t find something in the next fifteen minutes Christmas is ruined.” “Not finding a gift for Caitlin in 15 minutes will not ruin Christmas,” Barry muttered, beating a lady from snatching the last Vanilla Bean Noel shower gel from off the shelf. “Caitlin doesn’t even technically celebrate Christmas.” “That’s not helping,” Cisco snapped, “that means that I’m already late in giving her a gift.” “I thought you agreed on just swapping gifts at our Christmas party at Joe’s?” “We did.” “What’s the big deal, then? Just get her some nice soap or something. That’s what I’m doing.” Barry waved a bar of soft lilac in his face before depositing it in his basket. Cisco scoffed, “I can’t buy Caitlin soap.” “Cecile says you can If it’s very nice soap.”

“Ohhh my god.”

Barry stopped his frenetic shopping to pause and give Cisco a funny look. “Am I missing something? You’ve never been bad at presents.” Cisco studied some pine scented hand lotion and shrugged. “I guess I just want to get her something special this year.”

“Why?” Cisco shrugged again. “I don’t know. I just feel like I should. Don’t you feel that way with Iris?” Barry lifted his 13 bags sheepishly. “Iris is easy to shop for. She usually says I spoil her too much.” Cisco glared at Barry’s haul. “You’re kidding,” he deadpanned. Barry missed his sarcasm by a mile, “Oh yeah, I mean Christmas is just that time of year where you get away with buying way too much—It’s fun and—“ Barry stopped abruptly in the queue for the cash, causing Cisco and then a series of five other people behind them to stumble into each other like dominoes. “Barry,” Cisco warned, pushing him forward to prevent a public outcry. Barry shuffled forward but spun on his heel to give Cisco a feral smile. “What?” Barry hummed, looking smug. The cashier called for the next in line and Barry started to unload his basket. Cisco leaned his elbow against the check-out counter, frowning at Barry suspiciously. “What?” he asked again. “Nothing.” That very clearly did not mean nothing. “That’ll be $56.98, sir,” the employee chirped, and Barry tapped his card with his charming Barry Allen smile. “Merry Christmas!” Barry beamed at her when she handed him his 13th purchase of the day. Cisco watched him struggle out the door. “You need help with that?” “Nah, I got it,” Barry replied, looking left then right and Flashing away. Cisco blinked and then blinked again to find Barry back, red faced and empty handed. Clearly he put his stuff away in the car. Barry smirked at Cisco, folding his arms over his chest. 

“You’re stressing over finding Caitlin the perfect gift.”

“A little,” Cisco agreed. “Because you want to impress her.” Cisco scratched his hair, “Uh...no? Because I want to get her something she deserves?”   “Because...?” Barry prompted. “...Because I love her?” Cisco replied in the same tone. Barry waggled his eyebrows triumphantly. “Say that again?” Cisco’s brain lagged, “Because I love her—Oh shit.” Barry cackled At Cisco’s dumb struck face. “I’ve been waiting five years for this.” Cisco stopped to drop onto a bench in the middle of the mall meant for the sick and elderly. “Oh Barry. This isn’t news. I know.” Barry’s mouth dropped open to talk and Cisco held out his hand, interrupting him. “I didn’t mean to tell anybody.” “What? Why not?” “Because Barry, no offence, but I’m friends with people like you and Ralph and Sherloque. You suck at secrets. Please don’t blow this up.” Barry sat down on the bench beside him. “It doesn’t have to be a secret. You should tell her.” Barry started to grin, “Do it on Christmas!” Cisco bristled. “Don’t say that.” “Why not?” Barry supplied, “This is amazing. You can get her something romantic and then confess your feelings.” Cisco looked at Barry as if he had three heads. “....No?” “No?” “Rejection on Christmas? I don’t think so.” “Oh come on, Caitlin won’t reject you. She has feelings. Trust me.” “Yes, she can, she absolutely can. She’d be allowed to, and she might.” Barry put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Dude.” Cisco crossed his arms over his coat and shook his head. 

“Can we just work on trying to get her a good gift? I want her to have that regardless of my feelings.” An old man with a cane hobbled down the mall, and Cisco quickly hopped up to offer him his seat. Barry bumped his shoulder with his own as they made their way back to the centre of the mall. “Sure. Where to next?” Cisco twirled around, taking in all of the commercialism and wrinkled his nose. Nothing about this screamed Caitlin to him, and of course it shouldn’t, none of this was Caitlin at all. Besides, he doesn’t want to fall upon the perfect gift for her because some salesperson smoothed talked him into it or because it was on sale. It needs to be more than that. They passed by a Build-A-Bear full of children and a swamped Pandora. An idea struck him, and he tugged Barry along the way to the nearest exit. “You know what Bear, let’s go home.” Cisco waited for Barry to drive down the road after dropping him off at home before he breached back to Star Labs. He switched on the light to his workshop and plopped down at his desk, carefully depositing all of the materials in front of him. He pulled out his tools, then looked at the time. Two days. That was enough to turn these scraps into something special, right? Of course it was. He’s made gizmos that defeated evil villains in less than a half hour from scratch. A gift for Caitlin couldn’t be that hard. He’s made Iris’s explosive earrings and Caitlin’s solar power dampener necklace. This shouldn’t be a big deal. Two hours later, Cisco was banging his head against his desk with a long drawn out groan. It was. It was. It was. ~.~ What Cisco liked best about Christmas time, was the smiles on everyone’s faces. He sat nursing a strong cup of eggnog as everyone opened their gifts around the West’s tree. They were being lazy, knowing that the majority of the boxes here were for cute little Jenna, who was too young to open them anyways. She’s barely a year old, but that doesn’t stop them from catering the infant like she’s royalty. Cisco was guilty himself, having got her both a play pen full of age appropriate stuffed toys and custom made The Flash, Kid Flash, Vibe and Killer Frost onesies. Cecile lifted her up in the air from the floor where she had changed her into the sixth outfit of the day and blew a raspberry into her belly. “Oooh look how cute this hairband is!” She cooed. “Thank you, Caitlin! Say thank you Caitlin, baby! Yes, we’re saying thank you!” Cisco pressed his socked foot against her folded legs on the couch they were sharing. She smiled at Cecile. “It’s my pleasure. She’s adorable.” “It’s yoooooour turn,” Iris sang, rummaging under the tree for a gift with Caitlin’s name tag. That’s how they made it work. Whoever gifted a present were then next to receive, unless it was for Jenna, then they placed the baby in front of the gifts and picked whichever one her chubby fingers reached out for first. She picked a simple green box. She shook it, “Oooh, this one’s from Cisco.” Caitlin took the gift from Iris and inspected the red bow. “Complimentary colours,” she commented, giving Cisco a little smirk. Barry shot him what Cisco could only assume was Barry’s idea of a sneaky look. Cisco pressed his toes into Caitlin’s legs again, and she swung her leg out to retaliate as she opened the box. A simple purple scarf tumbled out. “Wow,” Caitlin said, “this is very nice.” Everyone oohed and ahed. Except Barry. His eyes bugged out like Cisco just infected her with a terrible disease. What stunned Cisco the most was that she wasn’t faking it, even though that scarf had very obviously been the plainest gift anyone had received today.

Cisco fiddled with the box in his pocket, aching to just stop and swap them all with a “gotcha!” but he knew that he couldn’t do it properly with everyone’s eyes trained on them. 

He had meant to, but then chickened out, and ran to the mall last minute yesterday to grab a random nice scarf and wrapped it to put under the tree instead.

“Thank you, Cisco.” She leaned forward to give him a hug. “You welcome,” he replied, looking down at his lap. Iris went digging under the tree for a present for Cisco. There only was one left for him, having had already opened most of them a while back. Iris handed him a decently sized gift box.

“And this one is from Caitlin.” He glanced at her, who was staring back anxiously, her nails close to her mouth. He lifted the cover and removed the tissue paper. A beautiful expensive black leather jacket. She knew his old one was although well-loved, worn out and not warm anymore. “Oh, Cait,” he murmured, picking it up in his hands. It was gorgeous. He could wear this everyday. “Try it on,” she urged him. He had to shrug himself out of the swaddle of blankets they were cocooned under, and slipped his arms through the sleeves. Joe whistled, damn impressed. “Mr. Ramon, look at you.” “It’s really very nice, Cisco,” Iris agreed, a little distracted at how it fit against his biceps.   Cisco was slightly alarmed by that, giving Barry a look, which Barry shared with him in equal measure. “Barry you should get one of those.” Barry coughed. “Hey! I think Iris that present is for you! Nora, help me find one,” he said quickly, speeding under the tree for one that was for her. Iris frowned. “But it’s Caitlin’s turn again.” “Nope! This one’s for you. It’s your turn. Caitlin won’t mind.” Caitlin shook her head, visibly amused. He got off the couch to pull Caitlin into a real hug. She held him tightly when he thanked her, and it made his heart thump in his chest. He took the jacket off and folded it back neatly, placing it next to Caitlin’s new scarf. 

Now he just felt crummy.

 He knew that wasn’t all he had for her, but she didn’t yet, and he very much hoped she didn’t feel disheartened by it. A half hour later, presents were over and everyone had dispersed throughout the house. Cisco stretched his arms over his head as he untangled himself from the couch and had not had even four seconds of peace before Barry came barreling into him, Flashing him outside in the cold. “What the hell, man?” Cisco groused, shivering in the snow. “A scarf!?” Barry seethed, “A scarf? That’s what you call special? You may as well have gotten her the soap!” Cisco took a step back, rolling his eyes at Barry’s self-righteous anger. “Okay, first, relax. Second, I appreciate your protectiveness of Caitlin, but you don’t have a clue as to what you’re talking about.” “Oh yeah? Because it looks to me like you just gave Caitlin the most pathetic excuse of a gift after a whole afternoon of giving everyone else nice stuff.” Cisco cringed. When he put it like that... “I get that’s how it looks like, which is on me, okay, I know. I panicked so the scarf became a deploy.”

“So you have a better gift then?”

“Yes, Barry.”

“Good, because Caitlin deserves better than that from you.”

That was a tad too intense for just a concerned friend invested in his bffs’ relationship.

“Okay,” Cisco replied patiently, “But let’s say I did give her the scarf and that’s it, why are you so mad?” Barry’s face screwed up. “Um...” “Oh no.”

“Uh…”

“Barry!” Barry scratched his head. “It may have come up in a conversation yesterday.” Cisco’s felt his heart drop to his shoes and became overwhelmed with dread. “Bartholomew Henry Allen, what did you tell her?” “Not that you’re in love with her!” he shouted out quickly, to which Cisco smacked him hard. “Just that you were stressed about getting her something special. And then you proceeded to get her something lame. And very un-special. And then she gave you that jacket!”

Cisco groaned, burying his head in his hands. “Barry. I love you and it’s Christmas, so I’m going to be nice, but this is exactly why I didn’t want to tell anyone anything about this.” “As long as you’re not lying about that scarf not being the only thing you have.” Cisco’s hand went straight to his pocket, clenching the box in there. “I’m not.” “Then good,” Barry repeated.

The two stared at each other before cracking smiles, beginning to laugh. “Also what was that back there? Were you actually jealous that Iris, your wife, was looking at me in that leather?” Cisco shoved Barry and Barry shoved right back, rolling his eyes at his own stupidity. “Yeah, yeah. Caitlin knew what she was doing. You looked good!” “Hey Bear,” he said, freezing to pieces, but struck with the sudden need to tell Barry. “Yeah?” “You know how Dante and I never really got along...” Barry leaned against Joe’s brick house, furrowing his brows. “I thought that’s just what it meant to have a brother. That there’s just always animosity and friction underlying the relationship because that’s how things were.” Cisco smiled at Barry. “And then I met you. I guess what I’m trying to say is, Merry Christmas, hermano. You annoy me to no end but you call me out on my shit and still do your best to protect and encourage me. It’s what I love best about you.” Barry was a bouncing ball of grinning fluff. “You’re my brother too, man. Can we hug?” Cisco laughed, opening his arms, “yeah, I better get a hug if I end up catching pneumonia because of this.” Cecile opened the door. “Boys, enough with the bromance out in the cold, I’m not sending anyone to the ER this Christmas.” They stomped off the snow from their shoes obediently and singled filed back into the house. Cisco went beelining to the kitchen for some of hot chocolate as an attempt to regain feeling in his fingers. He found Caitlin there, messing around with the fillings of one of her pies. “Hey you. Want a pie assistant?” She startled, nearly dropping her spoon of chopped apples. She looked up and bit her lip. “I’d never say no to a man offering help in the kitchen.” Cisco took a chug of his hot drink then rolled up his sleeves. “Can you poke holes in that one so it can breathe?” Cisco took the fork and began stabbing. In ten minutes, they had all three pies in the oven. Caitlin washed the dough off her hands as Cisco refilled his lukewarm mug. His other hand went back to the box in his pocket. It made sense to do it now. There wasn’t anyone else in the kitchen, the turkey still needed an extra hour and a half anyways, and the last Cisco heard was that they were setting up a movie to watch in the living room. Cisco leaned against Joe’s creaky cabinets. “So, I’ve got to be honest with you. I didn’t give you your present yet.” Caitlin’s hand stilled over the soap dispenser, leaving the water running down the drain. She turned her head over her shoulder. “What do you mean? You got me that lovely scarf.” “Not really. That’s the fake gift.” Caitlin looked down at her wet hands and frowned. “Oh,” she said softly, her face falling even more. “Do you want it back?” “No no!” Cisco rushed, “Keep it, it’s for you!” “Then what do you mean?” “I mean, what I really want to give you, I wanted to be in private. Not in front of,” he made a frivolous gesture with his hand, “All of this.” Caitlin took off her apron and twisted her hair to the side, uncertain. “Okay.” “Okay,” he said, and closed the door to the kitchen. He pulled out a chair from the kitchen table.  “Sit.” He took the opposite chair and sat across from her. Cutting straight to the chase, he asked, “Be honest. What did you think of the scarf? I know Barry spoke to you about my gift. Did he rise your hopes up?” Caitlin dug her fingers in to ends of her dress’ sleeves. “A little. I really do like the scarf, but it was a bit...Bland...compared to what you gifted everyone else. It made me feel a bit.” “Icky?” Cisco guessed. Caitlin shrugged. “I didn’t want to feel that way. It just happened.” “Yeah, Caitlin that was never my intention. Barry shouldn’t have said anything. I wanted to surprise you.” “With what?” “Close your eyes first.” Caitlin raised an eyebrow. “Really?” “Yes!” He insisted, it would be easier for him to say what he needed to without her eyes all tender and pretty on his while he did it. She listened to him, closing her eyes with a little smile played on her lips. “Hold out your hands.” She cupped them in front of her. Cisco removed the box from his pocket to place it gently in the palm of her hands. Her finger instinctively curled around the edges. “Keep them closed,” Cisco said, as he put a hand over her jiggling knee. “So, there’s a few things I want to explain first. Before you see your Hanukkah/Christmas/Holiday present. The first is that Barry was right. I was stressing over your gift. I usually do, actually, but this year was different. You had a tough year, losing Killer Frost, then finding your dad. And I wanted you to—I don’t know, it’s silly, I guess, because it doesn’t have to all go in a gift, but I wanted something for you to see how much I cared about what you went through. Something that was special enough to be uniquely for you, so that you looked at it, you’d always know it was from me.” Her fingers twitched against the box, her mouth parting open slightly at his words. “The second is that you are absolutely my best friend in the entire world, and so you should know that I’d always treat anything for you from me as important. You’re never an afterthought, Caitlin. You’re my number one on speed dial, my go-to. My partner in do good, instead of crime.” “Cisco please let me open it, this wait is killing me.” Cisco chuckled, “Alright, fine. Open your eyes.” Caitlin did, and he watched her eyelashes flutter as she blinked down at the box. She took off the cover and picked up the bracelet fastened on the little cushion inside. “Is this a....” “A charm bracelet.” “It’s gorgeous,” she breathed. It took him 18 hours to wield, carve and meld the bracelet and each intricate charm. It wasn’t pure gold or silver or bronze, but he had alloys sitting around in his workshop taken from shrapnel of tech, suits and finite Earth 2 metals. It was still shiny, and beautifully made, if Cisco thought so himself, gleaming in the light. Cisco unclasped the bracelet when she held out her arm for him to put it around her wrist. She inspected it as all the parts clinked gently against each other. She picked up the first charm. A slim, delicate C, that ended with a swirl. “C for Caitlin,” Cisco explained. “For Cisco too,” she said. He shrugged, fighting his blush, “If you want.” Caitlin dropped her elbow onto the table, laying her arm in between them. Cisco took the second charm, holding it up between his index finger and thumb. “A snowflake for Dr. Snow, Killer Frost and your powers.” He dropped it and went for the third. “A star for Star Labs. Where we first met everyone.” “Our home,” she smiled softly. “Exactly.” The lightening bolt that dangled next to the star was self-evident. “Team Flash?” She guessed. “Team Flash and Barry,” Cisco confirmed. “Who knew our coma guy would become our family?” Caitlin shook her head fondly, and picked out the charm shaped as glasses. “They’re my vibe goggles. For me. You know, when Barry first suggested the name, I was like, hmm, that’s not bad, but...It was when you repeated it, whispering it brightly, your eyes all aglow that I knew it was the one.” “Cisco...” She said, sounding speechless. “And of course, because this is me, I connected an itsy bitsy extrapolator in the goggles so you’d have a way to breach.” “Wait, you made this. The whole bracelet. From scratch.” “Yeah.” “Oh my god,” Caitlin sat up straighter. “No! Really?” 

She turned the figuring in her hand. It was the metal switch on the arm of goggles. To anyone else, it’ll just look like they fold open and close, but truly, that was the signal of a breach opening.   She opened the arm of the charm and sure enough that vibrantly blue swirl of a breach popped up in the middle of Joe and Cecile’s kitchen. She closed the arm and the breach disappeared instantly. “That’s amazing. Cisco this is just...You’re fantastic.” There were two more charms left. Caitlin studied the miniature microscope. “Your STEM roots,” Cisco supplied. 

“We wouldn’t be here without them. You’re intellect and strength in medicine has saved us all so many times.” “You have too!” Cisco tapped his knuckles against the green tablecloth. “But this is about you.” There was only the last one left. It was by far the most detailed and noticeable. A showstopper piece that would make someone pause to say: Wow, that’s really nice. It was the charm Cisco spent the most time on, pouring all his feelings into it. He debated whether or not he should even include it on the bracelet. Despite what Barry said, Cisco genuinely planned this to be simply about Caitlin and their friendship, not what Cisco was grappling with. But that wouldn’t have been honest. They fell silent, looking at the heart charm, the soundtrack to A Charlie Brown Christmas seeping through from the living room. He played with the bracelet, avoiding her actual hand. “That one,” he started. “Um.” “You can tell me.” Cisco knew he was a sensitive person, but this was making him feel vulnerable unlike anything before. Caitlin lifted her free arm and took his hand. He looked at her, surprised to see the tears welling in her eyes. “You have my heart, Caitlin. You always will. I just thought you should know.” A little noise escaped from her mouth, and she let go of Cisco to cover it. In that moment, he knew that she knew. “Please tell me if that’s not okay.” She retreated her arm with the charm bracelet from off the table to throw them around his neck.

Cisco held her burying his face into the crook of her neck with baited breath.

“Cisco,” she whispered, “how could you think I don’t love you too?”

“What?”

She leaned back, wiping the tears from her eyes as she looked at him like he hung the moon, like, Cisco realized, how he’s always looked at her.

“Caitlin…”

“I love you.”

Barry opened the door, startling both of them violently. “Hey guys—I just wanted to know if you wanted to watch—“ 

He stopped abruptly, assessing them, how close they were and their particularly irritated faces. 

“Oh.” His face lit up and he pumped his fist. “Yes! I’ll give you another fifteen minutes! Yes!” 

He closed the door and they heard him holler, “Nobody go in the kitchen for the next 20 minutes!”

They stared at each other after Barry closed the door, growing slow smiles.

“Cisco,” Caitlin said softly. “Close your eyes.”

He did, feeling her hands brush against his neck, the charms chiming next to his ear as she kissed him breathless.

He inhaled sharply, wrapping his arms around her waist against the smooth velvety material of her sweater dress. He tried to convey the way his heart was bursting, his head was floating, how she made him feel, how she has almost always made him so indescribably happy.

He broke the kiss only because he seriously wasn’t sure he’d make another ten seconds of her mouth on his without dying. He was already addicted to her taste.

“Wait,” she panted, after grabbing his face to kiss him harder. She leaned her head against his, brushing their noses together.

“Having you is better than anything I could ever ask for.”

FIN

#killervibe #thatkillervibe fic #the flash #the flash fic #fic #12daysofkillervibe #fluff #holiday fic #FINALLY DONE #DCTV #arrowverse fic

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Retrospection (Part 1)

In which Park Jinyoung had a crush on Jaebum’s girlfriend in high school, and he’s never quite gotten over it. 

Warnings: Strong language, brief mention of bullying, and some major JJP feels. 

2900+ words 

Masterlist  Part 2      Part 3 (Final)

Part 1

Eunha couldn’t clearly remember the first time she met Jinyoung, because frankly, she hadn’t bothered with him back then.

He was just one of the younger members of the baseball team. A team that Eunha had somehow been roped in as a temporary assistant manager for, because their coach needed help and she was the go-to girl to assign responsibilities to. Frankly, Eunha had been much more pre-occupied with the captain of said baseball team- Im Jaebum.

Im Jaebum had an undeniable charm. He wasn’t necessarily the handsomest or prettiest boy around. Yet there was something about his deep tone, the broad shoulders and the way he looked at people that had everyone floored. All the boys respected him. At least, no one dared do otherwise to his face. Jaebum could command people with a single glance, and the occasional flash of anger that passed his usually disinterested eyes had girls in flutters. But he never misused this power, and perhaps that was why nobody could dislike Jaebum. He was fiercely protective of his teammates, and eerily mature for a teenage boy.

“Hey- do you need help with those?” Jaebum asked coolly, as he watched Eunha lug a cardboard box full of water bottles towards the locker rooms. She had tried picking it up, but her arms couldn’t lift the weight and so she was awkwardly dragging it along the floor while bent over.

Eunha straightened up, cheeks slightly pink from the effort. “What? No- I’m fine.”

“You look like you’re having a hard time,” he pointed out, reaching down to pick up the box. Eunha shook her head, placing a hand on his arm to stop him from picking it up. Jaebum frowned at her, confused, before looking down at her hand.

“It’s my job, Jaebum,” she said softly, but firmly. She gave him a small smile. “Thanks, though.”

Jaebum laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck. He was usually calm and composed, but he occasionally found himself blushing and flustered around Eunha. Perhaps that was the reason that rumors were flying about the two of them. Eunha was one of the few girls that Jaebum bothered to speak to and  that had their overly-curious high school classmates gossiping about them.

“Yeah, well. You never asked to be our manager,” Jaebum pointed out reasonably. His smile seemed slightly apologetic. “I’m sorry Coach dragged you into this. You must be busy enough with Class President responsibilities. And exams are nearing too. I promise you can quit doing our dirty work once the tournament ends.”

Eunha smiled. “I don’t mind. I feel like I’m supporting my school team, and it’s kind of fun. I wouldn’t have taken it on if I couldn’t handle it.”

Jaebum hummed, a slight frown on his face as he looked down at the box of water bottle again. He looked like he was itching to pick it up for her. “I still wish Coach wouldn’t give you heavy lifting responsibilities. He’s so used to treating us guys roughly that he forgets you’re a girl sometimes. I’ll have a word with him-“

Eunha shook her head quickly. “No, no, don’t do that. It’s just a few water bottles, Jaebum. Honestly. How has your practice been going? Aren’t your teammates stressed with the tournament so close?”  

Jaebum sighed and glanced back towards the benches where his teammates were sitting. “I wish they were more stressed,” he joked lightly. “I’m having a tough time getting them to care. Jackson and Bambam are constantly goofing around, I can hardly get them to practice. Youngjae’s been sick lately so his condition isn’t the best. Jinyoung keeps whining about his braces, and somehow manages to sneak out of practice every hour or so to eat ice cream. He claims the dentist told him to, but I’m not sure if I believe him anymore.”

Eunha giggled. Jinyoung was cute; his slight lisp caused by his braces and his generally cute face earned him his fair share of admirers among the younger girls in school.

“How about Yugyeom?” she asked.

Jaebum glanced back at Yugyeom. The maknae of the team was sitting alone, baseball helmet held awkwardly between his legs as he stared at the ground blankly. There was clearly something wrong with him. “I’m worried about him, too. He joined the dance club recently. He wasn’t saying anything until recently, but he admitted that one of the sunbaes at that club is bullying him.”

Eunha’s eyes widened. “What? That’s awful!”

Jaebum nodded and sighed. “Yeah. It’s okay for now, I’m taking care of it.”

“You should. Yugyeom seems really innocent, it’s not right for anyone to take advantage of that.”

“I agree.”

“I think it’s really admirable how well you take care of your teammates,” Eunha admitted with a smile. Jaebum blinked at her and his cheeks flushed a little red, causing Eunha to feel flustered as she realized how forward her own compliment sounded. She hoped that she wasn’t being too obvious with her flirting, but his next words surprised her.

“Eunha… do you maybe want to go out for dinner sometime? Maybe after practice tomorrow?” he asked quickly. His cheeks were a little flushed but he was maintaining eye contact with her, watching carefully for her reaction.

She smiled softly. “Sure. That sounds great.”

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Park Jinyoung, on the other hand, remembered it all.

Jinyoung remembered the first time he had seen Eunha. He had noticed her walking past him in the corridor at school. Her soft smile, the gentle yet unwavering eyes and the way she would wear different colored hairbands to school every day. He remembered the first day the Coach had introduced her to the team as their temporary manager until the tournament was over. Eunha had bowed slightly while the rest of the team greeted her, her hair falling over her shoulders and her usual calm smile on her face.

He remembered the first time he had injured himself on the baseball field during practice, and Eunha had gone running to get the first aid kit; cleaning the blood off his knee and helping him limp up to the nurse’s office. Eunha had waited the whole time he was getting his knee bandaged up. When Jinyoung had thanked her, she waved him off with a gentle smile and told him to heal soon or Jaebum would be upset at losing one of his ace players.

Jinyoung remembered the first time somebody had suggested that the baseball team captain and the manager could be dating, and how he had thought it was absurd. Why would somebody as kind and caring as Eunha date the stuffy Im Jaebum? It was impossible.

He remembered the first time he had seen Jaebum walk up to Eunha after practice, when the two of them had quietly and subtly slipped their hands into each other’s, keeping them intertwined while the Coach came over to brief them. None of the other boys had noticed the couple holding hands but Jinyoung had been cursed with sharp eyes and a deepening, undeniable crush on Eunha. He noticed it all with a heavy heart.

Jinyoung had still denied it. Both his own feelings for Eunha, and the fact that she and Jaebum could be anything serious. Yet it reflected in his behavior; he found himself irritated whenever Jaebum gave orders to the team as if he could control them. Jinyoung felt anger rise up inside of him whenever Jaebum would point out his mistakes during practice because who was he to embarrass him in front of Eunha like that? What gave Im Jaebum the right to tell him anything?

The resentment escalated, slowly and quietly without Jinyoung realizing it himself.

He was finally brought back down to earth a few months later, when he could no longer deny what was right in front of his face.

It had been a normal day after practice. Jaebum had insisted that Jinyoung stay behind after everyone had left to help him throw some pitches. The captain made it sound like extra practice but they both knew it was punishment. Jinyoung had been acting out lately, and Jaebum needed to put him in line. The two of them were practicing in the hot sun when Bambam had come running up to them.

“Hyung! Hyung! It’s- uff- hyung, you need to come-“ the younger boy was panting at the edge of the baseball ground, bent over double with his hands on his knees. Jaebum frowned at him.

“We’re practicing, Bambam.”

“It’s Eunha-noona!”

Jaebum had paused. “What?”

“You remember the guy that was picking on Yugyeom? From his dance class? He was trying to push him around again at the park and Eunha-noona tried to break it up and it got kind of serious-“

Jaebum hadn’t needed to hear anymore. He dropped the baseball bat on the ground and ran after Bambam, not stopping until they reached the park. Jinyoung had run after him. The three boys reached the park at the same time, only to find Yugyeom sitting on a bench and drying his tears while Eunha patted the younger boy’s back gently.

“What the hell happened?” Jaebum demanded loudly.

Eunha glanced up and blinked at all of them, looking confused at the appearance of the three boys, heavily panting and looking like they had run a marathon. She had narrowed her eyes at Bambam, frowning slightly. “Bambam. I told you to call him if something happened-“

Bambam blinked. “But noona-“

“You went up against the guy that was bullying Yugyeom?” Jaebum demanded. Anger was clear in his expression, but there was more. Possessiveness, worry, frustration. He walked up to her and stood inches away from her. “Where did you get the brilliant idea to go up against a guy twice your size, Eunha?” he demanded.

Eunha didn’t flinch. “It’s not like I fought the guy-“

“Oh? What did you do?”

“I tolked to him,” Eunha replied. She looked irritable now, and one of her hands came up to rest on her hip. “I explained to him exactly how serious what he was doing was, and the sort of consequences that would come from a disciplinary mark on his academic record-“

“Oh, and he just sat and listened to you, did he?” Jaebum demanded. He took a brief step back and scanned her up and down, before his hands landed on her wrist. Eunha tried moving it behind her back but Jaebum had grabbed it before she could. It was clear; a large, red handprint that showed somebody had grabbed her wrist roughly. Jaebum’s eyes flashed. “What is this, then?”

Eunha bit her lip. “So he wasn’t very co-operative-“

“I’ll kill him.” Jaebum took a step back and clenched his fists as he turned around. “I’ll fucking kill him-“

“Don’t be stupid,” Eunha snapped, grabbing Jaebum’s shirt and pulling him back. “You know better than to get into a fist fight with that kid. It’s a handprint, it’ll fade. He’s in the Principal’s office right now and he’s probably going to get suspended anyway, so it doesn’t matter. He’ll learn his lesson.”

“And have you learned yours?” Jaebum demanded.

“Excuse me?”

“Not to pick fights with men twice your size.” Jaebum took a step closer and released her injured wrist, instead bringing his hands up to caress her face. His palms cupped her cheeks gently as he moved closer to her. “Do you know how worried I was? Don’t scare me like that again.”

Eunha looked unimpressed. “I’m sorry you got worried, but Jaebum-“

He cut her off, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers gently. Eunha froze at the feeling of Jaebum’s warm lips on hers and she let him kiss her, her own lips moving in response. Neither of them noticed Bambam and Yugyeom staring open-mouthed at the brazen public display of affection nor the shocked expression on Jinyoung’s face.

Yes, Jinyoung remembered it all.

He clearly remembered the day he realized that he would have to give up on Eunha, because it was one game that he didn’t want to play.

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Eunha had always been practical when it came to relationships.

She could often spot things and patterns that other people couldn’t, she could pick up on behavior that nobody else saw and most importantly, she was capable of making rational decisions that weren’t clouded by emotion. So it was barely a few months into her relationship with Jaebum when she saw something that apparently nobody else could see.

She and Jaebum weren’t right for each other.

It had been exciting at the start, definitely. Her heart had leapt whenever he held her hand, and the few kisses they’d shared had her feeling flustered and giggly. Yet as they grew closer, and the excitement of their first relationship wore off, it became clear that there was a fundamental flaw in their relationship.

It was that Jaebum was overly protective, and Eunha liked to make her own decisions.

She wondered if it was normal in the beginning to feel a tinge of irritation whenever he would show his over-protectiveness. Her friends seemed to think it was very romantic of him to come around after her class, and offer to help her carry books to the library or put up posters for the cultural festival, or do some other task that the teacher had assigned. But somehow, Eunha didn’t like it.

She had always taken her work and responsibilities very seriously. It was probably why most of the teachers loved her, and why she had been chosen as Class President. Yet when Jaebum would waltz in and simply take the posters from her and start putting them up, or take a heavy load of books out of her arms to carry them for her, she would feel a burst of irritation.

It’s my job, she had told him, a countless number of times. It’s sweet of you to offer to help, but let me do it. I don’t need anyone to do it for me. It make me feel like I’m slacking off.  

Yet somehow, Jaebum never seemed to understand. It wasn’t his fault. He thought he was helping his girlfriend. He was a generally protective person who didn’t like seeing Eunha struggle when he could help her. Things escalated when Eunha became Student Body President in their senior year. The workload was getting too much for her, and the responsibilities constantly weighed her down. Jaebum often listened to her complain about how much work she was doing and how she’d been staying back at school late almost every day, until one day he finally burst.

“This is absurd,” Jaebum had said finally. “You should quit.”

Eunha had laughed. “I’m not going to quit.”

“Be practical, Eunha. Those teachers are just taking advantage of the fact that you’re responsible and they’re piling too much work on you for one person to do. You should quit. It’s not healthy for you. I’ll come with you to talk to Mr. Lee.”

“No, you won’t. Because I’m not quitting,” Eunha replied firmly.

“But you complain about how difficult it is every day!” he pointed out, irritated.

“Am I bothering you? I’ll stop complaining.”

“That’s not the point. You need to do something about it, Eunha. I can’t just sit and watch while you overwork yourself like this. Quit, or at least threaten to so that they decrease your workload,” Jaebum replied. He was getting a little frustrated. Why did she never listen to him? “Like I said, I’ll go and talk to Mr. Lee for you-“

“Why on earth would you go and talk to Mr. Lee about my work?” Eunha demanded, bewildered.

“Because I’m worried about you-“

“Your worry isn’t an excuse to start doing whatever you want to! Yes, it’s difficult being the Class President. Yes, I come and complain about it to you because it feels nice to vent my frustrations to my boyfriend. But it’s still my job, I’m doing it because I like doing it. Whether I quit or not is solely my decision,” Eunha had snapped. Jaebum was shocked at the irritation in her voice and even more surprised when she took her bag out of his hands and walked away, going the rest of the way home by herself.

Apologies had been exchanged the next day, but it didn’t matter. They both knew this was something they wouldn’t get over and Eunha had been the one to say that words that they were both thinking inside.

“You’re a great guy, Jaebum,” she had said quietly. “The way you take care of people around you is admirable, and I know you have every good intention at heart. Which is why I hope you can find a girl who will appreciate everything you do for her. But I don’t think I’m that person.”

Jaebum had protested weakly, said that they could work things out when he knew that they really couldn’t. It wasn’t something they could compromise on. Jaebum was used to being a leader, to taking charge and making decisions for people around him. It was something he prided himself in, and yet something that Eunha hated about him. They couldn’t reconcile this; it wasn’t worth it.

Things between them were awkward and uncomfortable for a while. Yet, both Eunha and Jaebum stayed professional for the sake of the baseball team and ended up as good friends. None of the members of the baseball team even realized when the two had broken up. In a couple of weeks, they were talking normally again, without any sign that they had once dated.

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#got7 #jjproject #jinyoung scenarios #park jinyoung #jaebum #imjaebum #got7 scenarios #got7 fluff #got7 angst

[cloudycasey]

So I had a great idea for a cute couple redesign for Amy and Blaze that I simply had to draw! I also drew it in a more traditional Sonic style because I thought it would be fun to go back drawing in that style for this drawing ^^. Down below is a full description of each outfit! -Amy's outfit- Super sweet, cheerful, and girly were the main three words that I had in my head while drawing this design. I wanted to draw something that looked a little like this https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/18/3a/70183a578fe1944f503efbf801b23d02.jpg but I made sure to change it up so it wasn't painfully obvious where I got my inspiration from(Honestly the only thing that stayed was the bow tied up in Amy's hair) So first off I took away Amy's hairband and replaced it with a red bow tied back in her hair. Then I ruffled up AMy's dress and got rid of the exposed back to make a more sleeveless dress with the same white collar. I got inspired my the original stripe on the bottom of the dress, and gave more white strips that grow smaller and smaller higher up the dress. I made her gloves around the same length as her Sonic Boom counterpart along with the loose(ish) fitting ringband thingy, only keeping the gloves white and giving them two small red stripes for it to match with the dress. Finally, I have Amy some thigh high socks with red flats and four red bows(A bow on each side of the legs) to give it a extra cute girly look and to make everything match. -Blaze's outfit- This one was kinda tougher to design because of the palette and not wanting it to differ too much from it(Because I kinda don't like the original design tbh) But I managed with three words in my head while designing: simple, mature, and cute. I first gave Blaze a slightly lower ponytail and more curly, flowy hair. Then I changed the shape of her forehead jewel into a heart to give it a cuter look. Then I have her a sleeveless shirt that's a dark pink from her original palette, and lined the neckline with white fur to keep the cute fur parts of the original design. Then I topped off her top with a dark purple cardigan that kinda looks like Blaze's original dress, only instead of lining it with dark pink I colored the cardigan pockets dark pink. The leggings were the hard part, because I knew I wanted it to be a two toned leggings with white in them. I eventually decided on a nice light blueish purple and blened it with the white. Then I gave her simple dark pink heels with a dark grey bottom, also similar to her original design. And tis isn't that big of a deal, but I also fluffed up the end of her tail to be more curly as well. I definitely want to draw more with these designs, because they're super cute and super fun to draw! >< Also support your local lesbian relationship please and thank you

Tumblr link - https://cyan-sky.deviantart.com/art/Blazamy-Redesign-718279500?ga_submit_new=10%3A1512336386&ga_type=edit&ga_changes=1&ga_recent=1

Speedpaint link - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHO9HVOpOIA&feature=youtu.be

#Cyan Sky Art #Amy Rose #Blaze The Cat #gay #Blazamy

[artificialqueens]

Something New- Chapter 5 (Trixya) - Julie

AN: This chapter is a bit more serious and a tiny bit angsty.

Thanks for reading! - Julie

Kim and Brian picked Keira up from school together. He hadn’t told her that he would bring Kim to surprise his daughter and he knew it was a good surprise, when he saw her eyes widen and she started running towards them. Kim crouched down and spread his arms so she could run into them and when she had reached him, he picked her up and whirled her around.

“Hi sweetheart”, he said as he set her down, “you’ve grown so much!”

Brian snorted, “You sound like every old woman ever.” Then he picked up Keira’s backpack and went back to the car. Kim sat next to Keira in the back while Brian was driving and he listened to their conversation.

“So how was school?”, Kim asked and Keira talked on and on about how her teacher had praised her for a drawing she did and how she was the only child in her class that could read and he couldn’t help but to feel incredibly proud. Kim listened patiently and after a few minutes he said: “I love your nails by the way.”

Brian almost hit the bakes at that. The sentence had sounded casual but he knew that Kim was dying to steer the conversation towards Katya. He had always been too invested in Brian’s (non-existent) love life and today at work he had teased him relentlessly about the fact that he still wore the nail-polish. Brian had tried to convince him that the only reason why he still wore it was because Keira had painted the one hand but Kim wasn’t having it and only laughed at him for blushing when he mentioned Katya.

“Can I introduce you as my sort-of-straight friend now?”, he had asked and Brian had thrown a brush at him. Granted, the brush had missed Kim and he accidentally broke three lip glosses, which had only made Kim laugh more.

“Katya did them”, Keira answered cheerfully and Brian tightened his grip around the steering wheel.

“Who’s Katya?”, Kim played dumb.

“Our neighbour. She’s so nice and so pretty”, Keira gushed and Brian could hear Kim chuckle.

“Really?”, he asked and Keira nodded enthusiastically.

“What do you think, Brian?”, Kim asked and Brian really had to take all his willpower to not curse him right in front of Keira.

“I guess she’s nice”, he said and Kim laughed.

“And pretty”, Keira added, “she has really pretty clothes too.” Kim knew of Keira’s questionable taste in fashion and today she was wearing a jeans skirt with green tights and a blue shirts with red hearts all over it. She looked like a canary, Brian thought and her rainbow-nails weren’t helping.

“I bet she does”, Kim said, “maybe I can meet her someday.”

“No!”, Brian chimed in too quick and too loud. If Kim met Katya the teasing would never stop.

“Why?”, Keira asked with big eyes, “Don’t you like Katya?”

No, no I like her”, Brian reassured and shot Kim an angry glance through the mirror, “I just don’t think that Kim should meet her.”

“But they’re both my friends”, Keira protested and Brian could see Kim grin. That little shit.

“They’re not going to meet today though”, Brian said and pulled into the drive way.

They did meet today.

Brian almost groaned when he saw Katya at the front door of their building. Keira screeched when she spotted her and ran over and Kim nudged Brian’s side teasingly.

“Fuck off”, Brian muttered now that Keira was out of earshot. Katya wore a long red skirt that had little pearls attached to it and a blouse with a flower print that wasn’t matching at all. Her long blonde hair was open but she wore a hairband with a black bow on top of it. His heart skipped a beat.

Can your own heart betray you?

Kim grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the door.

“You look exquisite”, Katya complimented Keira and the young girl grinned. Then Katya turned around to Brian and showed her perfect teeth.

“Privyet”, she said.

“Uh what?”, Brian asked, fully aware of how dumb he sounded.

“Hello”, she translated and then looked at Kim.

“Hi, I’m Katya”, she said and extended her hand.

“Kim”, Kim said, “I’ve heard a lot about you.” Brian wanted to slap him.

“Have you?”, she asked and looked at Brian confused.

“I uhm, just told him about the neighbours a bit”, he answered and Katya nodded.

“I thought you didn’t want Kim to meet Katya, Daddy”, Keira piped up and Katya’s smile dropped. Kim shifted next to him uncomfortably.

“Why’s that?”, she asked and looked at Brian.

“No I didn’t-”, he stuttered not really knowing what to say, “it’s not-”.

“Go on”, she said provokingly. Brian opened his mouth and said nothing.

“Is it because I’m trans?”, she suddenly asked.

“Oh god, no, I-it doesn’t have anything to with you, it’s just-”.

“Dad, what’s trans?”, Keira asked, oblivious to the tension.

“Nothing”, Brian said because he wanted to explain the situation to Katya. When he saw her raised eyebrows he knew he fucked up.

“For someone who should know what it feels like to be different, you really can be an asshole”, Katya said and with these words she turned around, opened the door and slammed it shut behind her.

“Fuck”, Brian whispered. Kim put a hand on his shoulder but he shook it off, not wanting to be comforted right now. He grabbed his key and opened the door to let Kim and Keira inside. Katya was nowhere to be seen.

“Why is Katya mad?”, Keira asked and Brian could see that she was on the verge of tears, “did I do something wrong?”

“No, honey, everything’s fine”, Brian tried to comfort her but his mind was running. Katya probably hated him and he really couldn’t blame her.

“I’m sorry, man”, Kim said next to him.

“It’s fine”, he said again and started climbing the stairs. When they had reached the flat Kim spoke up again: “Maybe you should talk to her? She seemed really upset.”

“What would I say, Kim?”, Brian asked and he couldn’t help but sound upset, “My friend thinks I have a crush on you so I didn’t want him to met you?”, he whispered so Keira wouldn’t hear them.

“I’m really sorry, Brian”, Kim said again, “but I think that you should apologize and make clear that it has nothing to do with the trans thing.”

“Yeah probably”, Brian muttered.

“Listen, I’ll make lunch and entertain Keira and you go talk to her alright?”

“Alright”, Brian sighed. Kim pulled him into a quick hug.

His heart felt heavy as he climbed up the stairs. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say when he knocked at her door.

“What do you want?”, Katya said when she opened the door. Her make-up was slightly smudged and Brian’s heart dropped when he realized that she had been crying. Her voice soundes raspy and lower than usual.

“I came to apologise”, he said carefully, “Kim can come on very strong and sometimes doesn’t think before he speaks that’s why I said I didn’t want you to meet him. It has absolutely nothing to do with you or with who you are. I was a huge dick and I’m sorry.”

Katya crooked her head and opened the door more.

“Do you want to come in?”, she asked and Brian nodded relieved. She didn’t seem too mad any more. Katya led him into her living room and gestured for him to sit on the couch. She herself sat on the ground so she could face Brian. She grabbed a cigarette and a lighter from the coffee-table and offered one to Brian who declined. She put the cigarette between her lips, lit it, and blew smoke in the air. Brian watched her every move.

“My name was Brian too”, she said after a few minutes of silence.

“How did you choose Katya?”, he asked.

“Yekaterina Lobaznyuk”, she explained and Brian looked at her confused.

“She’s a Russian gymnast, her nickname is Katya as well. When I was younger I was really into gymnastics and she was one of my favourites.”

“I like that name”; Brian said and Katya smiled.

“It’s certainly better than Brian”, she laughed and he joined in.

“Well that was shady.”

“Will you do me a favour?”, Katya asked and Brian nodded.

“Sure anything.”

“Tell Keira about trans people. Please. Kids know way too few about us and I think it’s so important to educate children about gender and sexuality.”

“I will”, Brian promised, “and I agree. I mean I grew up in Wisconsin the first time I ever heard the word ‘gay’ was when I was like 14.”

Katya took another cigarette.

“So how long have you and Kim been dating?”

“Oh god no”, Brian laughed, “Kim isn’t my boyfriend.”

“He’s cute though”, Katya grinned, “lisp and all.”

“Yeah, no”, Brian grinned, “we work together and we’re good friends but I could never date him!”

“What do you do?”, Katya asked, holding the cigarette between two fingers. Brian could see the red lipstick stain where her lips had been wrapped around it.

“I’m a make-up artist, actually”, he answered. Katya looked surprised.

“Really? I would not have guessed that. Do you ever put make-up on yourself?”

“I did Rocky Horror for a year or so. I thought about doing drag professionally but then Keira happened so that was out of the window”, he admitted.

“I did drag”, Katya said lost in thought, “it was a really difficult time though. What was your drag name?” Brian blushed.

“It’s stupid”, he said.

“Oh come on”, Katya said, “you owe me. You were a cunt!” Brian sighed.

“Alright. So when I was a child I was really into Barbie, right? But my stepdad was a huge dick and I was never allowed to play with them. He was super abusive and whenever I was acting to 'femininely’, he would call me a Trixie. And the manufacturer of Barbie is Mattel so I kind of went with Trixie Mattel.”

“That’s not stupid at all!”, Katya exclaimed, “you took that terrible memory and made it your thing. That’s amazing!”

“You think?”, Brian asked and Katya nodded. She stood up, walked over to the couch and sat down next to Brian. She was so close and he was overly aware of her presence,her small body pressed next to him.

“Thank you for apologizing”, she said and she smelled like smoke, a smell Brian normally hated but with Katya he didn’t mind at all.

“I was an ass”, he said and Katya laughed quietly. Suddenly they heard a faint knock on the door.

Katya stood up and her knuckles brushed Brian’s shoulder lightly. When she opened the door he could hear Keira’s voice.

“Are you and Daddy friends again?”

Brian stood up and walked to the door as well. Katya chuckled.

“Yes we are friends”, she said and turned around to look Brian in the eyes, “aren’t we?”

“We sure are”, he said.

“Good!”, Keira said happily, “Kim says that the food is ready.”

“Do you want to eat with us?”, Brian asked and all of the sudden Katya looked unsure again.

“I don’t know”, she said, “I don’t want to disturb you guys.”

“Oh bullshit”, he said and Keira giggled at hearing him swear, “Kim’s really nice despite of the things I said earlier. Please?”

“Alright if it’s no trouble”, Katya agreed and Keira took her hand. Brian only now noticed that the two of them looked a like. People, who didn’t know them could think that they were related.

They could think she were her mother, Brian thought and that made him weirdly happy.

Kim had cooked some Asian dish which smelled delicious. He wasn’t surprised to see Katya come through the door with them. Instead he wiped his hands on a kitchen towel and hugged her. Katya yelped in surprise.

“We didn’t get a chance to really meet earlier”, he said, “I’m Kim and Brian is really glad that we’re meeting. He has no problem with that at all.” Brian shot him an annoyed look but Katya laughed.

“Thank you”, she grinned.

“Okay I’m starving”, Kim ended the hug and pulled up a chair for Katya.

They sat down by the table and Katya spotted her painting hanging over the couch.

“Wow that’s a great painting. Where did you get it?”, she joked.

“I know the artist”, Brian answered grinning, “She’s a bit weird but her art is alright, I guess.”

Katya hit his arm playfully.

They ate the food Kim had cooked and Brian felt a tiny feeling of victory when Keira ate her vegetables without moaning about it once.

“You still owe me dinner, though”, Katya said when they had finished eating.

“Why’s that?”, Kim asked too curiously.

“She wouldn’t take money for the painting”, Brian explained, “so I said I’d invite her to dinner.”

“When do you want to go? I’ll take Keira”, he volunteered and smirked at Brian who raised his eyebrows. Subtlety was not Kim’s strong suit.

“Thanks he said”, and shot Kim a warning look which he ignored.

“So?”, he asked.

“So what?”

“When do you want to go?”

Brian looked over to Katya and she shrugged. “I’m free whenever.”

“How about tomorrow?”, Kim said before Brian could open his mouth, “what do you think Keira? We’re going to have a sleepover! I can make us some popcorn and I’ll let you watch movies that your Dad wont let you see.” Keira’s eyes went big.

“Can I really sleep at your place?”, she asked excitedly.

“Of course, sweetie”, Kim grinned. Brian knew exactly that there had been no need for Kim to offer for Keira to sleep over. He knew exactly what he was planning and he hated that he couldn’t do anything about it because for Keira it had already been a done deal. He looked at Katya who was biting her bottom lip.

“Tomorrow night then?”, he asked and she smiled.

“Tomorrow night it is.”

#katya zamolodchikova #mattel #trixya #au #single dad trixie #trans!katya #fluff #angst #something new #julie #rpdr fanfiction #m/f au #trans character