#can you tell ive been watching lots of scream and halloween lately

[pettyprocrastination]

DEMANDING that you elaborate on these slasher ideas 🔫

MY BABE LEE I LOVE YOU MWUAH MWUAH MWUAH thank you for entertaining my stupid ideas all the time. and now we come forth with MORE stupid ideas!!! not sure what characters to use for these babies but hmu if you have any ideas.

this post can simply be seen as a continuation of "i want to see pedro pascal play a horror villian so goddamn bad."

tagging some of my spooky babes: @thesadvampire @captainsamwlsn @ladyvengeanceisdead @dilf-vader @max--phillips @humanransome-note @luxurybeskar @ficsilike-reblogged

warnings: unhealthy relationships, violence, murder, talk of true crime, talk of medical malpractice.

so the first one is about the usual relationship type you see a lot in shows of like

the bad prisoner x the assigned psychologist who wants to fix them (cough cough first suicide squad movie im looking at you

BUT the roles are switched!

instead of the prisoner being the evil manipulative one, its the psychologist! (if this is a reader insert i imagine the reader as the killer in this, but maybe itll be oc who knows)

one who has been assigned to this killer's case for years most likely. And followed it with a borderline obsessive fascination.

Incredibly protective as well. Monitors what food is brought to you, what nurses give you medication and what doses, everything goes through them and them first.

When "crime junkies" come by to try and interview you? they get almost territorial over you. If a narrative that they don't like is shown they get angry, very condescendingly correcting the two "experts" for true crime website all with a strained smile that doesn't exactly reach their eyes.

If youre silent and stoic, they pride themselves as being the one who truly "understands" you.

Similar to Loomis and Michael Myers, but a dash of dangerous obsessive romance to spice it up.

If you ever "get loose"? Most likely their doing.

If it wasn't? God theyre on a rampage trying to find you, utterly delirious. Sobbing and demanding you be found like a parent whose child is missing.

Don't sympathize with the victims, hardly acknowledge them in fact.

Some nurses will say they notice the doctor watching you with an almost lovestruck look in their eyes late at night.

SECOND IDEA. This one is more inspired by the 2018 Halloween movie and how all the previous events effected Laurie strode and her family.

following two characters!!

two survivors who lived through a rampage when they were young.

When some crazed masked killer went on a rampage way back when and killed countless young teens, of the few who were sought after and survived, two came out of it together.

I think this would be a fun frankie x reader but thats cause I love him

two traumatized teens who bond through this and become incredibly close through the horrors they witnessed.

It creates a tight friendship that the therapists would eventually call unhealthy, but what would your parents do?

The pair of you had just come out of a horrid expeirence that would shape you for the rest of your lives. They wouldn't punish you for finding a friend in it.

But the friendship becomes a relationship, that then becomes a marriage.

Maybe, if were modeling this after Laurie strode, the killer gets out again, another rampage is had, more lives are lost, but you both come out alive once again.

years go on, perhaps a strain in the relationship starts and eventually you both get divorced, branching off to live your separate lives as many recommended you both to do as "being together simply reminds you both of what you went through."

BUt the paranoia doesn't leave. The anxiety doesn't leave. YOu both spend endless nights terrified of the "what-ifs" that may happen. the most horrid is "what if he comes back and I'm not there to keep you safe."

But still, you both move on. you date others, have some flings, entertain some new hobbies, but you still think of eachother.

And when the killer gets out again? The first thing you do is seek eachother out for safety.

#tj talks #i really like these heheh #can you tell ive been watching lots of scream and halloween lately

[theladyofdeath]

Thanks, Uncle Cassian {Feysand}

31 Days of Halloween: Day 3.

All installments co-written with @snelbz​

Based on a prompt sent in by anon: “ feysand- kid(s) coming to them with nightmares after watching a scary movie”

An extension of @snelbz​ and I’s 2nd gen series, The Arrival:

*The Arrival {Modern AU ACOTAR 2nd gen PART I} *The Arrival {Modern AU ACOTAR 2nd gen PART II} *The Arrival {Modern AU ACOTAR 2nd gen PART III} *The Arrival {Modern AU ACOTAR 2nd gen PART IV}

Happy Spooky Season, readers!

Feyre had just fallen asleep and was grateful for it. Having three kids under eight was a lot, which was an understatement, especially during the spookiest season of the year. 

It was a challenge to get them to bed, and by the time midnight rolled around and their eldest finally shut their eyes, Feyre slumped down next to Rhysand in their bedroom and closed her eyes.

It didn’t last long.

Apparently, at some point, it had begun to rain and a herd of little footsteps could be heard along the hardwood.

“Mommy! Daddy!”

Rhysand groaned from beside her, the first time in hours he’d made any indication that he was still alive and well.

He rolled over, finding Lily standing next to his side of the bed. All that was visible were her wide, teary eyes. At least he thought it was Lily, he couldn't determine if the eyes staring up at him were violet or blue-grey.

“What is it, princess?” He murmured, scooting back towards his wife and tossing the blankets back. She crawled up into the bed, curling against his chest and he heard sigh as Feyre tossed the covers back as well. He glanced back and saw a small head snuffling into his wife’s embrace.

Definitely Lily in his arms.

“Bad dream,” she said, fussing, as she wrapped her little arms around him.

Livy was lying with Feyre, saying the exact same thing. “Bad dream, mama.”

Rhysand sighed and shot a look at his wife. In the dark, she could barely make out his facial features. With a sigh, Rhysand began rubbing Lily’s back.

“You're okay, sweetheart. A bad dream is just that- a dream. Not real.”

It didn’t stop Lily from snuggling into her daddy any less.

Another crack of thunder came before they heard another set of footsteps hurrying down the hall.

Their eldest, they assumed.

The footsteps slowed when they found the bedroom door already cracked and after Feyre heard a quiet sniffle, she asked, “You okay, Ben?”

Bennett quietly shuffled into the room. “I heard the storm, needed to check on Lily and Liv.”

Feyre’s quick glance at her husband showed her that he, too, wasn’t falling for that lie, no matter how smooth it was.

They’d let him think they were though.

“The girls are both in bed with us, they’re nice and safe,” Rhys said, realizing Lily was already dozing against his arm. “You can take the night off, bud. We can watch them tonight.” He winked at his oldest child, even though he couldn’t see him.

Bennett grappled for something to say. “Are you sure?”

Feyre’s eyes softened as she beheld her firstborn in the doorway, his silhouette in the moonlight. “Would it make you feel better if you stayed, too? So you can make sure the girls are okay?”

Bennett was quiet for a moment before he said, “Yeah. I think so.”

Feyre was holding up the blankets before he even finished his sentence, and his little footsteps hurried across the floor and underneath the comforter.

After a few seconds of silence, there was a loud crack of thunder and all the kids gasped. 

Feyre looked over at her husband and although it was dark she could see him subtly shaking his head.

“Does anyone want to tell me why they’re suddenly so afraid of storms?” Rhysand asked, quietly.

They were met with silence.

“Did you see something at Aunt Nesta and Uncle Cassian’s that made you scared?” Feyre asked, knowing full well they had had a movie night the weekend before.

Their kids had never been scared of a storm before.

None of them answered.

“Do I need to call Uncle Cass and ask?” Rhys murmured, laying his head back against the pillow.

“It was Thorn’s turn to pick the movie,” Olive said quietly.

Rhys murmured, “Mother’s tits.”

“Rhys!” Feyre whispered. “What did he pick, honey?”

“Tornado movie,” Lily said, glancing up at her father. He looked down and found his own eyes looking back at them. Tucking her in closer, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It was loud and scary.”

After a beat of silence, he asked, “Sharknado?”

“No, daddy,” Livy replied, wrapping an arm around Feyre’s waist as she sat up. “Sharknado isn’t scary.”

Bennett scoffed. “Yeah, dad, Sharknado is for babies.” 

Rhysand sighed. “Then what-.”

Another round of thunder shook the sky. All three of the kids gasped and hid under the covers as Rhysand groaned, again. “I’m calling Cassian.”

“It’s two in the morning,” Feyre grumbled.

“I don’t care,” Rhysand said, yawning. “I’m tired. It’s late. Bed. Sleep. If I can’t sleep, neither can he.” 

“Tomorrow is Halloween,” Feyre protested. “Don’t you dare wake up Nesta, or she won’t be able to function for her-.”

“Tomorrow is Halloween?” Bennett asked, sticking his head out of the comforter. His eyes were wide with terror.

Rhys leaned over and turned on the lamp on his nightstand. “Alright, what’s going on? Ben, you’ve always loved Halloween. We’ve had your costume for weeks.”

“I think- I just want to stay home tomorrow night.”

Feyre stared at her eldest child. “You want to skip Aunt Nesta’s Halloween party?”

Bennett nodded silently.

She glanced back over at Rhys. “Call Cass, he broke our kid.”

He was reaching over for his phone on the nightstand when another round of lightning and thunder shook the house, before it plunged into darkness.

All three kids screamed and Olive began to cry into her mother’s chest.

“Baby, it’s okay,” she cooed. “We just lost power. You are all three safe and sound with mama and daddy, yeah?” She sniffled and nodded. The other two did as well. “Are you ready to tell us what you watched?”

It was Bennett who finally fessed up. “The story of the day the twister hit.”

Rhys and Feyre both blinked, not comprehending. “What?”

“The tornado,” Lily jumped in, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“The tornado that hits every nine years on Halloween,” Bennett added.

Rhys let his eyes fall shut as he dropped his head in his hand. “Uncle Cass told you it comes every nine years?”

Livy nodded and Bennett went on, “He said it last hit right before Thorn was born.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Rhysand muttered.

“Rhys,” Feyre snapped.

Rhysand just rolled his eyes. “Don’t use daddy’s bad language. Look, Uncle Cass is a liar.”

As the room lit up from the lightning outside, the kids were shrieking, their little bodies tense. 

“Twister is just a movie,” Feyre went on, when it was clear Rhysand’s sleepy annoyance spiked. “And it doesn’t come on Halloween. Uncle Cassian and Thorn think it’s funny to be scared, and they were trying to scare you.”

Lily’s big blue eyes were teary when she asked, “Why would anyone like being scared? It’s scary!”

“Because Uncle Cass and Thorn aren't human,” Rhys murmured, snuggling back into his pillow. Lily had laid her head down on his chest and her sweet, little hand was pressed against his neck, just like she’d done when she was a baby.

Feyre sighed and said, “Yes, they are human. They just like the thrill of being scared.” She gestured towards the window. “Are storms dangerous? Yes, they can be. Is this one bad?”

Bennett shook his head. “It’s just loud.”

“Exactly, bud. It’s just loud,” she wrapped her arms around Olive, who’d snuggled in between her mama and her big brother, who was crammed next to his father.

Rhys was thankful they’d decided to splurge and get the king size when they’d updated their room the year before. “We’re safe in the house, okay? No tornados are gonna come and get you, not tonight, not ever.”

Lily let out a big, overly dramatic sigh. “I’m mad at Uncle Cass.”

“You should be,” Rhysand agreed. “Let him know when we see him tomorrow.”

“At the party?” Bennett asked, quietly. 

Feyre looked down at him, at his face in the darkness. She could hardly see a thing, but she could still see the lingering fear in his eyes. “Aunt Nesta would be sad if you weren’t there, buddy. So would Thorn.” 

“I don’t like Thorn anymore,” he muttered. 

Feyre looked up at Rhysand, hoping he would give her some help, but his eyes were closed, his breathing steady. With a sigh, she said, “Thorn loves you. He didn’t mean to scare you.”

“But you just said he was trying to scare us,” Bennett protested.

Feyre rubbed her temples, unsure of where to take the conversation. Parenting was not for the weak. “You know what you need to do?”

“What,” Bennett mumbled. 

“You need to go to the party tomorrow and tell Thorn that scaring you isn’t okay,” Feyre said.

He turned over and looked at her. “He’s going to make fun of me. Uncle Cass, too.”

Rhys was already trying to fall back asleep, realizing the crisis of the night had been handled. The arm that wasn’t rubbing Lily’s back was draped over his eyes. “If Uncle Cass tries to make fun of you for being scared of storms, you should ask him about Bryaxis.”

“What’s a Bryaxis?” Livy asked.

“The neighborhood dog that nearly took a chunk of Uncle Cassian’s ass when we were kids.”

“Rhys!”

He ignored his wife’s reprimands and yawned, going on. “Thanks to Bryaxis, Uncle Cass is still scared of dogs.” He yawned again, Lily doing the same only a second after him. “Use that information however you will.”

Bennett, despite his mother’s chastisement, chuckled. “Uncle Cass is scared of dogs?”

“Deathly afraid,” Rhysand confirmed. “He pretends he’s not, but he is. Terrified. And you love dogs, right?”

Bennett nodded.

“Everyone is afraid of something.” Rhysand yawned. “But, there’s really nothing to be scared of, Ben.” 

The room fell into silence as the storm outside of their bedroom windows raged. 

Soon, the girl’s breathing slowed down. Even Feyre fell back into a deep slumber, Lily somehow scooting over in her sleep, one twin on each side of her.

Each, a different side of their mother, a different side of their father. Livy, with her violet eyes, mischievous personality and stunning loyalty. Lily, her stormy, blue-grey eyes, loyal, to a fault, yes, but sometimes too much. Too much that her heart ended up hurt, more often than not.

“Dad?”

Rhys, right on the cusp of sleep, both girls having curled up against their mama, breathed, “Yeah, Ben?”

Bennett’s voice was quiet when he asked, “What are you afraid of?”

The question took Rhysand by surprise. His son was growing up, that was for sure, to ask such a question. He thought of his wife, his daughters, his son.

He loved them all, was so in love with them that it made his heart ache. With love came fear, and that fear…

“I’m scared of a lot of things,” Rhysand replied. He was afraid of losing Feyre, was afraid of losing his kids.

“Like what?” Bennett asked, quietly. 

“Like...being alone,” he admitted, softly. “I don’t like to be alone, bud.”

Bennett was quiet for a moment before he said, “Good thing you have mommy and me and the twins then, right? That way you won’t ever have to be alone.”

Rhysand looked over at Bennett, with his hair sprawled out against the pillowcase. He used to wonder what his children would be like, wondered if he would do an okay job parenting them. As he looked at his eldest, he knew they were doing something right.

“You’re right, bud,” Rhysand whispered, and smiled, full of pride. “I won’t ever be alone. And, neither will you.”

“Good,” Bennett said, quietly, before drifting into a dreamless, peaceful sleep.

#31 days of halloween #feysand #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #the arrival #feyre #rhysand #2nd gen #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction

[mostlikelyshutup]

thoughts while watching the first harry potter:

listen i started this list a little late im ngl but notable thoughts so far are me thinking of dumbledore as a gay idiot and still loving hagrid

do you think hes speaking in parseltongue in the zoo when hes speaking to the snake

forgot boats existed

these idiots do scream a lot dont they

i forgot how light hearted this universe really is in the first couple movies

yer a wizard harry, okay hagrid maybe slide him into it a little better

we get it tuney you have fucking trauma, doesnt mean you should abuse a child

hasnt everyone had their name down since they were born, hagrid? theres a list

i like that his umbrella is pink

are you paying for those damages hargid? stop taking the door off the hinges

though, if the dursleys are, keep breaking shit

speaking about dragons on the the fucking tube, its a miracle harry didnt get in trouble with the ministry sooner

what is hagrid's usual? does anyone know???

fucking Quirrell, cant wait for your epic love story with the dark lord

maybe we should tell the 12 year old how the fuck everyone knows his name, just maybe

they do a great job of getting the wonder down pat

how much money and licensing do you think it took for them to get all these owls on set

ahh yes, antisemitism the bank

how many vaults are in gringotts?? also if harry's vault is the potters vault, a literal like sacred 28 family, one of the original families, and its number 600 something, how many were there before the potters?? did the potters get a vault recently? or is this james and lily's vault?? how rich were james and lily if so??

look at ollivander, crazy tinker uncle, love him

this might be the socialist in me but why do people have to pay for wands if everyone needs one??

why is the dark lords twin wand just sitting around on the shelf, ollie me boy??

do you think thats Harry's true wand or do you think thats because of the horcux thing?? do you harry had to get another wand after he died?? did he? i dont remember the last movie

is ollie me boys actor wearing contacts or are his eyes just like that??

thats a very weird way of showing Halloween 81, very misleading

hagrid said ill predict voldys rise in the first movie so we can have some plot development

hagrid is late to everything isnt he? i can feel it in my bones

i swear ive seen these movies, and ive even read the first book, i just dont remember shit

youd think theyd have someone in the know stationed close to the entrance for the platform, for any muggleborns

ginnys actress really had no fucking lines in this movie did she, just had to stand there

oh wait she said good luck

amazing work ginny

ooh a warm filter

can muggles see the express? like just running from london to scotland

wicked!

you didnt have to show the woman the sad sandwich ron

i think the trolly replenishes magically, i think thats how thats how that works, i want to believe that

god i cant tell if i would love or hate hermione, shes pretentious but so was i at that age

god dont fucking point your wand right in someones face mione

how does mione know who harry is?? why does she care?

look at the tiny first years, might just go and pinch theyre cheeks

MINNIEEEE i love you minnie

looking stunning minnie, the green brings out the sternness in your brow

you go minnie, give your speech, thats my head of house

shut up draco, youre not bond

you pretentious fuckwit, your hair is brassy anyways

if this is a class of kids born in the middle of a war, how big are the usual class sizes wtf

THE FUCKING CLAP

fucking propaganda ron, you slytherin hater

what order are these names going in, did they just randomized the list

oooh we get quiet for the boy who lived, jesus let him keep living

the fact that for the rest of these people its just silent is so fucking funny to me, Harry's just fucking whispering to himself

get their attention minnie

me dads a muggle, mums a witch, bit of a shock for him when he found out

NICK, love to see you buddy

i have no emotional attachment to peeves but i feel i should mention him here

the stairs still piss me off, why the fuck would you make moving stair cases

who sets out gloves for the next day? am i the weird one who doesnt??

Minnie, you are the love of my life

shut up snape you dramatic bloodpurist incel

i know theyre setting him up to be mistaken as the villain but jesus christ hes still an asshole

your robes Neville, you forgot your robes

its weird how they have to learn all these latin charms yet only have to say up to get their brooms to work

why wont you go after him, hes obviously not exactly in control, Hooch

does Hooch only teach first years? she is quite literally the equivalent of a history teacher who coaches football

what the fuck is Quirells classroom

they dont make the house teams because no first years can try out, Ron

MINNIE PLAYED QUIDDITCH?!?!? WHY DIDN'T I KNOW THIS

why didnt you speak up earlier Mione wtf

bc the fire wont give you away, harry, better hide

FLUFFY, WHOS A GOOD BOY

they have much worse things locked up in the school, Ron

Oliver wood is a bloody liar because i still dont fuckign understand quidditch, also theres like 500 rules, wtf

thats a shitty explanation of how the game works, Oliver

BLOW IT UP SEAMUS

SHES TWO FEET BEHIND YOU RON YOU IDIOT

carrot cake? on halloween?

dont shrug as if you didnt literally bully her ron

thought youd oughta know, bit of an understatement Quirell

no duh the trolls left the dungeon ron

lying: the best start to any friendship

we're at a net zero points for gryffindor for the year at the moment

the amount of interaction these kids have with professors is so weird to me, is this what small class size do to kids?? its weird

not comforting Oliver

Okay i understand Oliver simps now, I get it okay

are there no backups or subs for quidditch? feels like there should be, like of all the games

set him on fire mione, i know hes not the villain of the movie but god he sucks

fancy flying from harry fucking potter

okay but also i feel like there are some things we should not trust hagrid with, like hes not that great at keeping secrets

why is harry excited about christmas if he thinks hes not getting presents? i knw there are other aspects but like thats the only reasont o get up early

i always remember this scene at night for some reason??

not just an invisibility cloak, THE invisibility cloak ron

btw who gives it to harry? is it remus? is it dumbledore? is it like an inheritance thing? whats up with that?

there are jumpscares in harry potter

he very much can hide, filch

stop being a narc mrs norris

does harry even know what his parents look like at this point? how does he know who the fuck is in the mirror of erised?? he doesnt have that stupid scrapbook yet does he

oh they nod, sure lets clear up that plot hole

they shouldve put sirius and remus in the mirror in that scene, shown his whole family, wouldve been a nice setup

how does rupert grint already look so tired as a twelve year old

big speech to give to a twelve year old Dumbledore, when you wont even tell him what you see

Emma really does just slam that book on Daniels hand, thats mustve fucking sucked

the fact that ive watched two movies that had Nicholas Flamel in two very different roles this year is very strange to me

well thats probably on account of it being a fucking dragon egg hagrid, now isnt it?

was hagrid a hufflepuff? i think he was, maybe a ravenclaw

yes four, you blonde idiot

that shot is really nice, it sets them apart

what happened to filch to make him such a miserable man?

ooh mention of werewolves, awooo werewolves of london

yeah just dip your whole hand in hagrid, dont be scared of the strange liquid, take a nice little bath

i loev that dog, i want that dog, i want to hug that dog

god just the look of that forest is so bloody cool

wait so is that quirell walking fucking backwards?

maybe ask who the fuck youre talking to before asking other questions??? wtf harry

why are yout talking to the centaur like hes your old friend harry, youve literally never met him before

snape doesnt want the stone at all Harry

god hagrid you sweet stupid man

snape is completely valid for that, if a twelve year old ever looked at me like that i would punch them

Do you think people ever loose invisibility cloaks? like theyre invisible do you think they ever just never get found again

i hate the look of the dog spit, that is so gross

they really left everything in except for the fucking potions didnt they, damn

harry potter walked so queens gambit could run

hermione, posted up

rons stupid in the later movies because he got a concussion as a twelve year old

god harry really posted up to beat up snape in fucking khakis

"I knew you were a danger to me!" Hes twelve, Quirell

let me wait for this weird dude to unravel his head scarf instead of running away

the magic in this movie is real fucking conditional isnt it

just some casual necromancy for the stone? you sure about that voldy, you two faced bitch?

let me choke out this twelve year old real quick

oh yeah why is he able to just avengers endgame Quirell? is there an answer to that? like was that ever found out

do you think voldy passing by him while he hold the stone actually killed him but since he holds the stone hes functionally unkillable and then some magic gets put into him and thats why he can return to life later when he actually goes to the whole afterlife place?

ohhh we're vouching on the blood magic for the endgaming of Quirell

do you think dumbledore came across the vomit flavored bean before or after his sister died?

Mione's got a headband! Looking snazzy!

how did Hufflepuff only get 352 points? Gryffindor literally lost 150 points this year and they only beat them by 50, wtf, is it because they kept getting caught with weed

I wont even speak on the fucking outrage that is this point awarding, its already been spoken on. However, Neville shouldve gotten more points

What if someone just stood up and started challenging Dumbledores math, that would be so funny

some of these extras are really attractive

but james potter is somehow so fucking ugly why did they do that to my mans

hagrid deserves the last shot of this film, i love him, he deserves everything, that stupid sweet man

#harry potter #sorcerer's stone #harry potter and the sorcerer's stone #harry potter and the philosopher's stone #hermione granger #ron weasley #k mumbles #fred weasley #george weasley #ginny weasley #hagrid #rubeus hagrid #albus dumbledore #long post #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin

[gyeommiethighs-blog]

Cat and Mouse

Reader x Yugyeom

Catboy -catshifter au.

Smut, fluff.

Summary: after graduating from cosmetology school your parents had bought a cat as your graduation present. Normally you would be elated to have a guest in your lonely apartment but everything changes once you come home one day to find that your cat is not actually a cat.

I ,II,III , IV

Halloween had finally come and you couldn't be more excited, everyone was ready to dress up for the big part after work. Including you. You had spent all morning laying out your costume on your bed, you had even made sure to kick Gyeom out of the bedroom right before you left. You didn't want to come home later after work only to find that your costume had been torn to shreds. But recently you had noticed things had started to move around in your apartment while you were away. You didn't know how but someone must have gotten into your apartment. It was an everyday occurrence and it frustrated you to all end.

You had told your parents about it and they had assured you that no one had broken in, that it was probably just one of your neighbor’s kids trying to have a little fun and check in on Gyeom from time to time. Though their reasonings sounded suspicious because you were the youngest person in your apartment building. No one had kids old enough to run around or even cat sit.

“Well maybe your cat is playing tricks on you!” Stephanie, one of your co-workers said as you finished off your story about how you had found a fork in the couch the other night when you had gotten home.

“A cat can't get a perfectly clean fork stuck in the couch Steph. It just doesn't happen!” You exclaimed and then sighed heavily.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?  Eric or what's his name?” She asked curiously as she leaned closer. Eric? Eric was the name of the model you had been working with since the start of your internship. There was no way that someone like him would ever date you. He was far too good looking and you were… Well a potato. You were a little bit taller than most of the girls that worked in the stylist workline so it made things easier on you and the male models but in your love life things just never seemed to work out. All the men you had ever dated were shorter than you, and were probably only with you for your height anyway. “No. Oh god no Steph! That's the model that i've been working with! Sooyoung and I have been helping get him ready in the morning for his shoots and then when he has to go on go see’s I’m always shucked off to the side to go run errands for the ceo. You know how it is being an intern.” You said with a little huff, your face scrunching up at the thought of having to pay for yet another dry cleaning bill. Out of your own paycheck no less. “I mean you should know, you were an intern not even 4 months ago.” Stephanie sighed and nodded as she reached over to pat your back gently. “Right, sorry kiddo.” She said softly and shook her head. “But you really don't think it’s your cat? Like who would even be getting into your apartment for anything anyway?” She asked curiously and giggled a little. “Maybe it's a stalker!”

A groan left your throat as you dropped your head onto the table between the two of you. “Steph no.. Please think rationally and please.. Stop trying to scare me. It’s halloween for god’s sake. It’s scary enough as it is.” You muttered and then lifted your head as you looked up at the time. “I gotta get going.. Gyeom is probably starving.. I think i forgot to feed him this morning.” Steph tilted her head and then shook it lightly. “Oh I’m sure he’s fine, You did leave dry food out for him right?” She asked and you simply responded with a nod as you gathered your things. “I’ll see you next week okay? I know you have a few days off since they’ve had you working overtime so enjoy it while it lasts.” She said and then grinned. “Yeah yeah, I’ll just do what i always do on my days off, Sleep/” You commented and then laughed wholeheartedly. You loved sleep, you probably loved sleep more than you loved your job. Yeah it was hectic but you were pretty much living your dream. You got to meet so many famous people on a daily basis that it really didn’t phase you anymore when you met a new one. Sleep was something you couldn’t live without, and you knew that Gyeom hated it but you still kicked him out of the bedroom at times just so you could take a power nap after a bath, that was one of your most favorite times of the day, the time right after you got out of a hot bath. You sighed dreamily at the thought of a hot bath on such a cold night. Your teeth were already chattering as you made your way out of the grounds of the agency. You still walked home even though you had been offered rides multiple times. You loved getting the exercise, though any normal person would think you were crazy for wanting to walk in such cold weather.

“Hey! Hey wait up!” You heard a voice call out to you, causing you to pause in your steps. You turned to see one of the male interns jogging over to meet you, you swore that you had seen him somewhere else but you brushed it off as just a coincidence. “You really shouldn’t be walking home in this weather, it's colder than usual. Let me give you a ride?” He asked hopefully and shoved his hands into his pockets to keep them warm.

You hesitated, even though you really didn’t know him the offer was quite tempting, you were freezing and your apartment was still a long way away. As much as you loved the workout you honestly didn’t think you would have actually been able to make it home. “I-.. Wel.. I guess it couldn’t hurt. My apartment is just at the other side of downtown.” The male just nodded and smiled as he motioned for you to follow him, which, reluctantly you did. “Thank you.. By the way, i wanted to get that out of the way so i didn’t seem to rude, it’s just really cold out here and i Don’t have the energy at the moment. “ You mumbled. He shook his head as he walked over to his car and opened the door for you. “You don't have to thank me! I’ve been meaning to catch you after work for the past few days but i've been getting off late and you walk really fast.” he said and then chuckled lightly as you got in.

You laughed softly she you turned your head to look up at the male, curiosity shining in your eyes. “How long have you been on the internship so far? I know you're kinda new but i really think i’ve seen you somewhere before.” You trailed off as he got into the driver's side of his car and tilted his head a little, it was kinda cute in a boyish way, the way he cocked his head at the question was almost dog like.

“Oh! I started about a week ago, the job is kinda rough on me just i can get used to it quickly, i adapt pretty quickly to things around me anyway.” He said and trailed off a little as he pulled out of the parking lot and out onto the road.

You both continued your conversation all the way to your apartment building, it only took him five minutes to drive you, it made you extremely happy that you were able to get home early. Once you said your goodbyes he drove off. With a little sigh and a skip in your step you made your way up the stairs and to the door of your apartment. You really just wanted to get inside and curl up on the couch with Gyeom while watching tv. “Finally home..’ You whispered to yourself as the door opened and shut behind you, after dropping your bag off next to the table by the door, your eyes caught onto something strange on your couch.

There was a body of a person lying under Gyeom’s blanket that you had bought for him, a tuft of yellow hair stuck out just enough to show the orange and black ears that were perched on top of the person’s head. “Uh.. Excuse me?” You called out softly, your arm extending to gently shake the stranger’s shoulder.

The body shifted and then let out a very cat like yawn as he sat up, revealing that he was completely topless as his arms stretched above his head. You watched as the ears on his head twitched and moved with his moments. When the man finally opened his eyes it seemed like he was suddenly wide awake and very aware that you were indeed standing in front of him and staring at his ears.

“Ahh!!” Yugyeom screamed as he jumped up and climbed over the back of the couch, your eyes catching the flash of nothing but skin as his body tumbled over your sofa. “Y-You’re home! Why are you home?! I thought you didn’t get home till later!” He breathed out in a panicked voice. Your eyes widened at his words, your back straightened up as you placed your hands on your hips, glaring at the man behind your couch. “I think the better question is, who are you and why are you in my apartment?” You asked firmly, your foot tapping against the carpeted flooring. The catboy in front of you lowered his head and let out a little whimper as he mumbled softly. “My name is Yugyeom..” He whispered and then lifted his head up to show you the green collar that was fastened around his neck.. It was perfectly identical to the one that you had placed around Gyeom’s neck when you had bought it for him.

“Yugyeom?” You asked and then pursed your lips as you looked him over, you could tell he was becoming more and more shy under your gaze before his ears had flattened back against his head. “Yug...Wait.. Gyeom?” You asked and furrowed your brows as it suddenly clicked in your head. “Oh my god..” You muttered as you turned away from the naked male. ‘My parents gave me a catboy..” the words left your mouth in almost a breathy fashion, a little laugh following. “I can’t believe them, why couldn't they just tell me instead of hiding it?” You muttered and then turned back to look at Yugyeom and flushed. “So.. You're not a cat?...”

Yugyeom shook his head timidly as he slowly stood, wrapping the blanket around him as a small smile formed on his lips. “N-Not entirely?” He responded, it was a partial answer because he was indeed a cat, but he was also human.

“Oh my god Stephanie was right!” You exclaimed as you threw your hands into the air and whined loudly. “She said it was my cat moving things!” You turned to look at Yugyeom and then sighed heavily. “I have to buy you clothes now don't i?” He nodded once. “And human food..” He nodded again but this time spoke.

“Please no more pate it's so gross..” He said and then slowly walked around the couch and over to you. You could finally get a good look at him. He was handsome… Very handsome. Even with the ears sticking out from his hair he looked perfectly normal- “Noona?” The voice barely reached your ears. “Noona stop staring at my ears.. It makes me shy..” He mumbled and then coughed a little. You blinked a few times. “Wait… Noona?” You asked suddenly, your eyes darting from his ears to his deep brown eyes. “You’re younger than me?” You asked curiously and then  flushed as the realization slowly sank in that he was only wrapped up in the blanket that you had bought him. “Oh gosh..” You muttered and then bit your lip. “I… I will be right back.” You said as you hurried out of the apartment and headed out to the nearest department store to get him some clothes.

You still couldn't get over the fact that your cat, was actually a man.. a very attractive man who was apparently younger than you. “Oh god i'm not going to survive living with him..” you mumbled to yourself as you shook your head and sighed.

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27 Dress Code Violations

@jilychallenge 04/2017 | @bantasticbeasts vs @anxiouspotter

Muggle AUs | "i get dress coded so you give me your jacket and we protest unfair regulations for girls together/you sass the teacher about how distracted you are by my shoulders"

Word Count: 2500

special shoutout to @jiilys. solidarity, sister

AO3

i.

She walks into English fifteen minutes late, wearing both a deeply unflattering smock and a scowl. Neither are an especially new look on her.

"Vector," she says under her breath, as an answer to Mary McDonald's unspoken question. It's the answer to every question in the room. Ms Vector is notorious among them all for her very strict adherence to the school's dress code.

"Yes, Miss Evans' entrance was very exciting, but I'll have your attention back to the lesson now, please," says Ms McGonagall. James snaps back to attention. It's for the best.

ii.

"Here," James says, shrugging off his jacket and thrusting it toward Lily. She gives him this look like, fuck off, and James has to bite his tongue to stop from aggravating her. "They're doing uniform checks up the hall. Just put it on."

Evans gives him a very strange look, and it takes him a second to realise that it's neutral.

She looks good in his jacket.

iii. 

Every third dress code violation results in a lunch time detention. It's only October, and Lily's already had six. She doesn't look at James as she takes the seat three ahead and one to the left of him.

iv.

There's a thump from somewhere in the back of the classroom, and McGonagall isn't planning on looking up - it sounds like it came from the general vicinity of Potter and Black, and that's certainly not a situation she wants to engage with - but the entire class is already turned around to see what the fuss is.

She strides down the aisle between the desks, and is about three years past surprised to find James Potter lying on the floor, gazing at the ceiling, glasses knocked aside.

"Am I boring you so much that you decided to take a nap?" she asks, and James gives this wicked smile, and here we go--

"Sorry, Miss, I can't get up. It's Evans' shoulders - they're overwhelming me. I simply can't do anything until she covers them up. Sirius, tell me when it's safe."

He's a funny boy, she'll give him that. "Potter, get up. This is hardly the time for foolishness."

v.

The smock is back. The scowl is back. Lily Evans stomps down the hall. Her anger is back.

vi.

"All I'm saying," James says, really pretty loudly for such a particularly dull study period, "is that if Evans is going to get dress coded day in and day out because you can see the base of her throat, or whatever, does that mean we can rally to get Snape dress coded for the unsightly mop he wears on his head? Just because it seems to be decided rather arbitrarily, doesn't it?"

"Leave him alone, Potter," she says, and he somehow misses how tired she is, how weary. She's fighting a war on her own and the cracks are beginning to show.

"I'm standing up for you!"

"Yeah, well, don't. I don't have time to deal with you. Just leave us alone."

vii.

"Potter, what on earth are you dressed as?"

There's that shit-eating grin of his as he rises from his chair in order to fully display the skin-tight cropped vest top and booty shorts he's wearing for Halloween. Oh god is he wearing them, Lily thinks.

"Gender inequality," he says.

McGonagall rubs her temples for a second, then opens her eyes again. "Sit down," she says.

viii.

It's sunny - the first sunny day in ages, so of course Lily is going to wear a vest top. Which means that of course she's going to get dress coded, which means that of course she's going to be fuming all day, which means that of course the sunniness is going to be a complete waste.

"Maybe if you didn't dress like a slut all the time, you wouldn't get dress coded so much," Sev says.

It's not her shoulders that land her in detention that day.

ix.

James pokes his head into the study. Well, maybe that's an oversimplification--

James drapes himself in the doorway into the study, with an expression on his face that screams I want to do something dumb, and I already know you're going to help me whether you want to or not. Euphemia knows it well; she saw it enough times on Fleamont's face before they even got married to satisfy a lifetime.

"Mum," he says, and she braces for impact, "do you know where I could find an authentic pre-war costume that I could have available for me to wear to school tomorrow?"

"Why on earth would you need a pre-war costume to wear to school tomorrow?"

"I have to defend a girl's honour." He says it so simply, like it's the easiest thing in the world. Like he doesn't mean I have to defend the girl's honour.

"Obviously."

"Obviously," he grins.

She removes her glasses and massages the bridge of her nose. "Pre which war?"

x.

Lily gives him an incredulous look when he walks past her in the quadrangle, not pleased exactly but definitely not displeased. Kind of like she's trying to work out what his soul is made of. He winks at her, and this is, of course, a mistake, because her face turns stony so fast he doubts for a second that it was ever anything else.

"Potter," barks McGonagall, and he spins around to give her an innocent look that would only be convincing on the face of any other person in the world, "what is it that you're wearing?"

"What do you mean, what is it I'm wearing?"

"The costume."

"What costume?" he asks, and the corner of his mouth twitches.

"Potter," she warns, and he knows he's reached the end of the muck-about tether.

"I just noticed, over the past few weeks, that the dress code has been getting tighter, and some of the new rules - well, I'm sure you can forgive me for assuming we'd travelled back in time to the 19th century and dressing accordingly."

"Oh my god," someone whispers. It might be Evans. It's probably not.

(It is)

xi.

"That was funny, with the costume."

It takes James a moment to realise that she's talking to him, and by that point he just looks like an idiot, because they're they only two people in the room apart from Slughorn, who's dozing rather noisily up the other end.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he says, but his leg starts bouncing anyway. She moves to the desk in front of him.

"Is that why you're in today?"

"Nah, Dumbledore decided I wasn't actually breaking any rules so they let it slide. Phoned my mum, though. As if she didn't enable the whole thing."

"What did you do, then?"

He looks up at her from where his pen is spinning around on the desk, and gives her an easy smile. It's not easy. "Remember last term when me and Remus got stuck on the roof?"

"Vaguely." She's leaning toward him now, her chin resting on her arms folded over the back of her chair.

"Yeah, well we were up there to try to set up this joke where we were going to drop buckets of fake blood on Avery and Mulciber."

"That, I do remember."

James grimaces. "Yeah."

"How come you're here if that was last term?"

He grimaces more. "Minnie gave me so many detentions for it that I'm still serving them."

"Yikes."

He shrugs. "Worth it. What are you in for?"

"I wore shorts on Monday."

"And?"

"No, that's it. I got detention for wearing shorts."

"You...what? Shorts?"

"I thought your whole point with that dumb outfit was that you were trying to point out how fucked the dress code is." She sits back, leans her elbows on the desk.

"I mean..." he trails off, and his face is briefly pained before it clears. "So did I."

xii.

"It's actually kind of lovely," he's saying to Peter when she passes him on her way in through the gates. "It's really fun to do this - watch."

Lily doesn't mean to stop as he twirls around to make the skirt of his dress balloon out around him, but she does.

"That's nice, but why are you wearing it?" Peter asks, and James grins.

"Solidarity, my friend."

Lily doesn't know how to feel about that.

xiii.

She sits next to him in detention of her own accord, and when Slughorn drifts off - a record 3 minutes after she arrives - he shoves his pencilcase back into his rucksack and pushes open the nearest window.

"What are you doing?" she asks, and he brings a long finger to his lips. "You're not sneaking out?"

"If they didn't want us to sneak out, they wouldn't have given us a classroom on the ground floor and the only teacher who can be depended upon to fall asleep while supervising every single time."

She can't argue with that.

xiv.

"Wow Potter, you've got legs for days," Mary says, and Marlene wolf-whistles behind her. Lily's staring at him, she's staring at him, and he feels naked, all of a sudden.

"Jesus Christ, James," Remus says, somewhere between this is horrifying and this is hilarious.

"I'm just testing how far I can push it before I get coded, you know? Like how short a skirt do I need to wear?"

"Yeah, I don't think they make them much shorter than that."

Lily snorts into her locker, and it's a triumph, even if she's laughing at what Remus said.

xv.

Dumbledore stands before them, his hands clasped behind his back. He seems to be waiting for something, but what, Lily can't imagine. She glances around, and it's only when she realises that he isn't there that she figures out she's looking for James.

The assembly begins.

"I remind you all that the teacher's carpark is off limits..."

Maybe Lily is imagining it, but it sounds a lot like music is playing somewhere nearby, very faintly. She isn't the only one that's noticed, and it's getting louder, and suddenly the whole hall is filled with quickfire Spanish, blaring from the speakers.

McGonagall is on her feet in an instant. "Black!" she shouts, and Lily's inclined to agree because who else would be blasting Gasolina, but he's nowhere in sight, so what can she do?

It fades back down, and in the commotion James has appeared and somehow managed to procure a microphone, and holy shit is he--

"Hey guys, it's me, your boy JP," a few laughs, mostly from the boys behind Lily, and she might give him a small smile when he catches her eye, and she might join in laughing when he winks at her. "Just wanted to bring your attention to something really serious for a sec. Dunno if you've noticed, but the new dress code is pretty sexist - a girl who would like to stay anonymous got detention last week for wearing shorts. Meanwhile, I see guys walking around in vest tops and no one's telling us our shoulders are distracting!" He looks to his left, and sees McGonagall striding toward him, and, "In conclusion protest and reject authority, and don't--"

McGonagall rips the mic out of his hands, and he finds Lily in the crowd as he's being frogmarched out of the hall.

She's smiling, and it's blinding him, just a little.

xvi.

"Best chips in town," the sign at the front of the chippy down the road from school proclaims in faded lettering as they approach it.

"I'm inclined to disagree," James says, rummaging in his pocket for a fiver.

"You don't like the chips here?"

"They're alright. King's has the best."

"King's? Yeah, if you like spending a stupid amount of money."

"Where's your best, then?"

"Two Fins, obviously."

"Obviously," he repeats, pulling open the door. "We've got about 40 minutes until we should head back, but... is this Hang On Sloopy?"

"Sounds like it," she says, but he's already dancing, and it's the worst kind of dancing, the kind that sucks everyone around it in like a make-a-fool-of-yourself black hole.

xvii.

"Hey," he says, and she just about smashes her locker door into his face when her arm spasms in surprise.

"Hey," she says, and it takes a moment for the I-just-saw-my-life-flash-before-my-eyes expression to clear from his face.

"I got you something." Her eyebrows start to climb threateningly at this, so he amends, "I got us something. Here." He hands her a bundle of white fabric, and she lets the massively oversized shirt unfurl as she takes it.

"Oh my god," she says.

"I got me one too, so that we can both wear them next time you get dress coded." He rolls out his own, and she grins at him.

xviii.

When they go to the chippy this time, another dumb song from the 60s or the 70s or 80s or any time that isn't now is playing, but James just nods along while they wait for their chips.

"I think we should organise a protest," he says, finally.

"Hmm?" she asks, through a mouthful.

"A protest. It's just so fucking... totalitarian. We can't just let it happen. You girls cop enough flack without your fucking school stepping in to slut-shame."

She might have kissed him, just then, if he hadn't immediately shovelled six chips into his mouth.

xix.

Remus Lupin to Friends of James Potter Support Group: have you seen what prongs and lily are wearing

Peter Pettigrew: No????

Remus Lupin: matching bikini body shirts

Peter Pettigrew: Like the one robin wears in the atlantic city himym ep???

Remus Lupin: YES

Remus Lupin: exactly that

Sirius Black: theyre so cute its disgusting + i hate it

Remus Lupin: how long til they get together do we reckon

Peter Pettigrew: They arent already???

xx.

They ditch class to put up the posters James' dad printed out at the office the day before, and Lily’s never done that before but it’s okay, because she’s with him.

    PROTEST UNFAIR DRESS CODE     REGULATIONS ON CAMPUS       Lunch time today,       In the Quadrangle

They have to duck around corners several times to avoid Filch, and once, James pulls them into what he thought was an empty classroom, but is actually a much smaller and much-less-equipped-to-hold-two-bodies supply closet.

Lily's palm is pressed against his chest, and he shivers under it.

"My hands are really cold, sorry," she whispers, and withdraws it.

It wasn't the cold that made him shiver.

xxi.

"What do we want?"

"Repeal of stricter dress code regulations!"

"When do we want it?"

"Now!"

James is alight, and something in Lily just clicks, and holy fuck--

"I say you won't, you say shame me! You won't!"

"Shame me!"

"You won't!"

"Shame me!"

Mostly it's Sirius and Mary shouting back, but there has to be at least 50 people gathered around the honest to god soap boxes that James somehow managed to procure for them to stand on, and is there anything he can't do?

He grins at her, head cocked and whole body angled towards her, radiating this intoxicating joy. He was born for this, that's not hard to see.

She kisses him.

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