i will probably never get my blonde hair back

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

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March 29

Simon

Technically, I might have cheated a bit.  Then again, we never clearly laid out any rules.  We never actually decided that each player had to wait until the next day to lay their trap, it was just sort of understood.  So if I made preparations the night before, I would say that it’s completely fair.  After all, how can you break a rule if none were ever written?

           When Baz gets up before me to use the shower, I hide my grin under my blankets.

           I dress as the water runs.  

           I take the planned precautions and double-check that I’ve remembered to wear my necklace.

           When the water shuts off, I take my position, sitting on my bed with my back against my pillow, waiting.  The picture of calm, even though I’m buzzing with anticipation.

           I count down in my head as I hear the curtain slide back.

           Three, two, one…

           “SNOW!”

           Zero.

           “Problem, Baz?”

           “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”

           “I should think it would be obvious.”

           “YOU’D BETTER START RUNNING, SNOW!”

           I don’t move.  I stay exactly where I am and straighten out a crease in my shirt. Crowley, I’m starting to act like him.

           There’s a steady stream of cursing from the other side of the door.  Normal cursing, not magical cursing, though he sounds angry enough to curse me right off the school grounds.

           When he cracks the door open, he doesn’t lean around to look at me.  

           “Oh, come on,” I tell him, “get it over with.”

           He takes a step forward and emerges, wearing only a towel around his waist, half of his body hidden behind the door.  Part of my brain registers the fact that I’ve never seen him with this little clothing on, but I’m very much distracted by his hair.  It’s slicked back with shower water, a few strands hanging in front of his eyes, and it’s blond.  Yellow-blond.

           A smirk takes control of my face.  “Well, that clearly worked, then.”

           “Do you have any idea how bloody dead you are.”

           “Could you hurry up in there?  I’d like to use the bathroom.  Oh, and it’s your move.”

           He slams the door in my face and I bury my laughter in my pillow.

           He takes an exaggeratedly long time to get ready, probably to spite me, or maybe he’s busy trying to magic the bleach out of his hair.  Trixie told me it was extra-long lasting, but it is only Normal bleach with no magical properties.  Maybe I did charm it to be a bit stronger, but he could probably magic his hair back to normal if he tried long enough.  I just wait on my bed, studying my nails casually like I assume he does when he’s tormenting me.

           When Baz finally reappears in the doorway, he’s fully clothed and his hair is still blond, but it’s different now.  It’s dry, and instead of yellow his hair is a soft white. He hasn’t slicked it back like he usually does, just lets it fall around his face like snowflakes.

           His skin is so pale that white-blond hair shouldn’t look good on him.

           But it does.

           It’s light and soft and it makes his heavy gray eyes look gentle, even though he’s currently using them to shoot daggers at me. It’s striking against the green of his uniform, and it’s like he’s turned from a vampire into a wood elf, tall and elegant and smooth.

           His hair looks so soft, freshly washed like this, that my hands actually twitch.  I want to take a lock and rub it between my fingertips.      

           Crowley, it looks good.

           There’s a lurch in my stomach, unfamiliar and cold, and I don’t know what it means.  Not that it matters, I’m definitely not thinking about my stomach right now.

           “I thought I told you to run,” Baz growls through his teeth, his cheeks pink.  Maybe from shower steam, maybe from embarrassment.  I wonder what my cheeks look like right now, with how I feel them heating up.

           “I’m not stupid, Baz,” I reply calmly, even though there’s a weird shiver working its way down my back.  “If I leave the room, you’ll just throw me down the stairs or something.  This is the safest place for me right now.”

           “Maybe I’ll throw you out the window and let the merwolves have you.”

           “Try opening the window, Baz, see how far you get.”

           “What did you do to it?”

           “Nothing serious, just a simple precaution, but you won’t be getting it open.”

           “What if I carried you out the door?”

           “You’d have to fight me to get me there, and I don’t think the Anathema would like that very much.”

           He seethes at me for another few seconds before storming out the door.  I can hear his angry steps all the way down the tower.

           I stay where I am for I don’t know how long. It’s like I can’t move, and my stomach is still feeling hollow.  Not in a hungry way, more like someone took one of my organs out and left a giant empty spot, and now the rest of my organs are frantically shifting around to try and fill the space.  I’m cold and hot at the same time.

           “Crowley,” I say aloud to the empty room.

           It looked good.

 ***

           Penny and I are out on the hill when she sees what I’ve done.

           “Mor-gana, Simon,” she breathes, her eyes wide.  “How are you even still alive?”

           I shake my head, watching Baz as he disappears into the castle.  His hair is even more ethereal in the light of day.  I can only imagine what he would look like if the sun were shining.  He’d have a fucking halo.

           “The better question is, why has he left it like that?” Penny muses, squinting at the doors even after Baz has passed through them.  “Couldn’t he magic it back to normal?”

           “Maybe the dye is too strong.”

           “How exactly did you pull this off, anyway?”

           “I poured hair bleach in his shampoo last night.”

           She shakes her head with a disbelieving laugh. “Crowley, Simon,” she says, “when is this game going to end?”

           I shrug.  I hadn’t thought about it.  “When there’s a winner?”

           “And how do you determine a winner?”

           “Maybe just until one of us concedes.”

           “I know you two,” she scoffs, “that’s not going to happen.”

           Something about her saying you two makes my heart beat a little louder in my ears for just a second.

           “So let me get this straight,” she continues. “First you changed his sugar into salt, so he turned your scones to rock.  Then came the necklace thing, and the glue on the doorknob.  I know he kept turning your music up yesterday, but there’s something missing in between.  Did you forfeit that day?”

           “No.”

           “What did you do?”

           The memory is sour and I grimace.  “I don’t want to talk about it?”

           “Why?  Did it not work?”      

           “I cursed him.”

           “So what?  He’s cursed you loads of times.”

           “I gave him nightmares.”

           Penny doesn’t answer for a second.  “You did what?”

           “They were only supposed to be minor ones, but something went wrong, they were never supposed to hurt him.”

           “How bad were they?”

           I want to scrub the memory from my eyelids. “I had to wake him up because he kept shouting.”

           “Simon, that’s… terrible, actually.”

           “I told you, they weren’t supposed to be scary.”

           “Still, you attacked the mind.  Worse, you attacked the subconscious.”  She looks at me like I’ve taken her food without asking. “Does he know it was you?”

           “I don’t think so.”

           “Is that why you didn’t get mad yesterday when he pranked you?”

           “Why would I get mad?” I shrug.  “I deserved it.”

           “Huh.”

           “What?”

           “I never thought I’d see the day that you felt bad for hurting Baz.”

           I shake my head.  “He might be a twat, but you didn’t hear him.  No one deserves whatever he was dreaming.”

           Penny watches me thoughtfully.  “Hmm,” she muses.

           “What?”

           “Nothing, just… maybe you guys don’t hate each other as much as you think you do.”

*** 

           Baz’s hair is still white-blond later at night when we turn in.  I still have to consciously remind myself to stop staring at it.

           He hasn’t said anything to me since this morning, but I don’t think it’s because he’s mad.  More just the normal silence that exists between us when we’re not actively fighting or shouting abuse at each other.

           I wonder as he turns out the lights if his hair has always looked so soft, or if I’ve just noticed it now.  When he turns it black again, will I still have the urge to touch it?  Is it something I’ve always wanted to do but only just realized?

           A thought occurs to me as his breathing starts to deepen across the room.  “Hey, Baz.”

           “What, Snow?”

           “We match.”

           It’s ridiculous and not even close to true. My hair is the blonde of honey, while his is currently the blonde of fucking snow, but that makes it even more ironic and, naturally, even more funny to me.

           Baz doesn’t say anything, just sits up and punts one of his pillows at me, and I can’t hold in a giggle when it hits me.

I Don’t Dance - Story Repost

A/N: I’m feeling a little down on my writing, which led me to dig around in my fanfic folder, which led me to find this. It will be canon in my head until something else airs. :) 


Oliver Queen didn’t dance. He could vaguely remember dancing with his baby sister at a wedding reception when she still wore dresses that puffed out. During his partying days, he avoided the dance floor, preferring other…activities. After the island, he didn’t even like parties―only holding them and running a nightclub to hide his now worthwhile activities. According to some people, at least. The only wedding he’d been to since he stepped foot in Star City again was his best friend’s, and he spent most of it staring wishfully at him and his wife, swaying to the music while they stared into each other’s eyes, so full of love.

So why, tonight, did he have his arms around his new wife, leading her in their first dance together as husband and wife?

He didn’t really know. Couldn’t imagine how he finally figured out how to love a woman so much that he wanted to spend the rest of his days with her by his side. Couldn’t believe that she would actually want him by her side for another fifty years.

But he did. Somehow, some way, he did. They did. It hurt to think about how many rocky hills they had to climb before they reached the top of the mountain, but with their love for each other, they made it, and tonight, they were waving that flag from the mountain peak.

In a tux and a wedding dress.

The song that Thea picked out for them played on, but Oliver couldn’t hear or see anything but his wife. His wife. Tears filled his eyes as he thought of his younger self. Never would twenty-three-year-old Oliver Queen have imagined that eight years later he would be dancing with the most beautiful, kindest, gentlest woman on the face of the earth. The thirty-year-old version would’ve had a hard time imaging it.

Felicity twirled in her gown and then came back to rest her head on his chest. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“About you.”

“About how I hacked your phone to see where we’re taking the jet tonight?”

Felicity!”

“I’m kidding. What exactly were you thinking about?”

“How if I could get Barry to take me back to seven or eight years ago, my younger self would never believe me if I told him what was happening right now.”

“My younger self wouldn’t believe it either. Getting married to a handsome man like you? I could go on but I already rambled about you enough in those embarrassing vows.”

He spun her around again and chuckled. “They made me cry.”

“Probably from embarrassment.”

“Never.”

“You have another sixty years with me, Mr. Queen. I will make it a point to embarrass you at least fifty times.”

This time when she twirled, he pulled her back and wrapped his arms around her waist. He buried his face in her blonde hair and whispered, “As long as you’re with me for that long, I’d be okay with that.”

The song picked up, and Oliver pulled Felicity along to the beat. Several times, one of them stepped on the other’s feet. Personally he thought her heeled shoes had to hurt more than his normal ones did.

But didn’t that symbolize them? They had their missteps; sometimes those missteps felt like high heels had just been slammed down onto shoeless feet, and sometimes they were just little slips.

Nevertheless, they found each other again. They swept along to the music; they found a reason to dance together. Just like now.

Diggle, Thea, Barry, and the rest of the crew cheered as he lifted Felicity in the air and spun her in circles. She squealed and gripped his forearms, throwing her head back laughing as he rotated twice before setting her down.

The music reached the end, and Felicity pulled away just enough to look at him. And smile. “I love you, Oliver Queen.”

He dipped his forehead down against hers and allowed a moment to catch his bearings. Everything that she said moved him to tears, even the little ‘I love yous’ that he’d heard a million times. Her look of love that she’d given him since the very beginning made his body wilt. Somehow he caught this amazing woman who saw him not as he was, but who he could be.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

Felicity’s arms came around his neck and she laughed. “You brought a bullet-ridden laptop into my office, remember? I knew you had a good heart from the beginning. And after a little while, I knew that I could love you. And to answer your question…you loved me. That’s all you needed to do.”

He bit his lip and nodded. Nothing else could really come out. How could it?

“Hey.” Her hands slid down his cheeks, her voice soothing away any doubts he still had. “You deserve me, Oliver. Don’t tell yourself any different. I’m your partner for life now. And you’ll definitely have to get used to me giving you these kind of pep talks.”

This time he smiled at her. “I’d be okay with that.”

Their kiss was met with roars of approval. Most of the noise came from Diggle and Thea. Oliver smiled as her lips claimed his, holding him captive for just one last moment before the night flew by them in a flurry of dancing and partying. He loved her. He loved this woman.

As the night wore on, he danced with his sister, his new mother-in-law, and countless other girls whom he knew. He and Sara Lance even took a turn.

“I’m happy for you, Ollie. Really, really happy.”

“Thanks, Sara.” He spun her around twice, careful not to reinjure her broken wrist. “I’m happy too.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve heard you say that. And before…you weren’t really telling the truth. Because you weren’t really happy before then either. Your soul was looking for the right girl. And you found her.”

“Yeah.” His eyes travelled the room until he found her, laughing with Roy and Thea. By the mortified look on Roy’s face, it had to have been wildly disturbing. He chuckled. Poor Roy. Felicity could pack a punch when it came to distasteful comments. Part of the reason he loved her so. “Yeah, I did.”

Because he did. Oliver Queen, former party boy and ex-killer, had found his light. With her help, he became the Mayor of Star City. With her help, he became the Green Arrow. He became a better man with her by his side. She changed him. And if someone wanted to argue that changing into a different kind of vigilante wasn’t true change, he had one fact to give them: Oliver Queen didn’t dance.

But tonight, he did. Because Oliver Queen could dance. As long as it was with one girl.

Felicity Smoak.

Check You Out - Chapter 1 - May

I was at work the other day and decided that a supermarket would be a cute place for a group fic. Please let me know if you want to see more of this or any suggestions :) thanks so much and I hope you guys like it!

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Ten In The Evening

(N)SFW, SFF, 1.311 words.

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Ten In The Evening

She doesn’t necessarily dislike the entire Swarto thing. It’s not like she takes it serious at all. Sure there are seemingly meaningful looks and of course Hannah’s quite touchy feely, but Hannah is touchy feely with everyone so it really doesn’t matter.

Grace is still pretty sure it doesn’t matter.

When she drags her luggage through the lobby of the London hotel she had to book herself, because the hotel Hannah was staying in was fully booked by the time she and Mamrie decided to sort out their London stay, she wonders how long it will take for the blonde to come see her. She sent a text an hour earlier, a simple message to let the younger girl know that she had arrived. Grace drops her luggage at the receptionist’s desk as she checks in and fills in two more forms, before picking it up again and hauling it towards the lifts, juggling her bag and a suitcase and a key card.

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flowerrpuppy  asked:

I WAS SCROLLING REALLY DOWN IN YOUR BLOG (bcs your writing is amazing) AND FOUND THIS PROMPT “I really like being carried and your very tall so all im saying is piggy back ride” au PLEASE IF YOU CAN DO IT WITH SOLANGELO <3

tbh i really love this prompt because it’s literally one of the cutest
things ever and also thank you friend i always like it when people
scroll way back

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“I can’t believe you.” To be honest, I couldn’t believe myself either.
But I was tired, and this was the only option.

“Yeah, okay, whatever. But will you?” Will sighed heavily, looking
like he was wondering why he tried so hard to get close to me in the
first place. “Will,” I pleaded, making my voice sound as weak as
possible, “please?”

Will groaned, getting down on one knee. “Oh, my gods, fine. Climb on.”
I grinned, sheathing my sword and climbing on to Will’s back, wrapping
my arms around his neck. “Do you really have to keep your sword right
here?” he asked, glancing down nervously as he stood up, his
surprisingly strong hands holding up my thighs.

“Well, I mean, I could use this handy trick where I manipulate the
shadows a bit-”

“No,” he interrupted, shaking his head, “never mind. No shadow use for
you, not if you claim to be so tired after training.” I sighed, but it
wasn’t really from irritation (like it normally was), it was from
content.

Even though everyone had told me I would grow taller, I really only
grew an inch or two. I had a feeling it was because of the years I had
gone without eating a lot, and I’m pretty sure Will thought that, too,
but he never said anything about it. Nevertheless, I was short. Will
was tall - like, Frank tall. In truth, Frank was an inch or so taller
than Will, but still. The dude was tall and lanky, pretty different
from my shortness. The view was pretty nice up here.

I rested my cheek against the top of his head, knowing that this would
probably be my only time to do so. “Tired?” Will asked, hitching me up
higher as he kept walking. My head bounced a bit, but I kept it
resting on his hair.

“Yeah. I always get tired after sparring with Percy or Jason.” It was
different sparring with demigods whose godly parents weren’t one of
the big three - they were always so easy to beat, and it makes me sad
to say that because I know if I was normal, then they would certainly
be a challenge. But they always get scared of me, which makes them
lose focus. The only other people I can spar with who weren’t children
of the big three were Annabeth and Reyna, which was pretty
understandable. They were on their own levels entirely.

“Just make sure not to push yourself too hard.” I nodded vaguely,
forcing my eyes to stay open as I stared at the other campers. I bet I
looked pretty ridiculous, being carried around by actual puppy dog
Will, but maybe it wasn’t so bad to be seen as ridiculous every once
in a while. Annabeth walked by, catching my eye and giving me a wink.
I blushed, turning my head the other way.

Sure, Will was tall and cute and currently giving me a piggy back
ride, but that hardly matters, right?

“Do you want to stop by the infirmary? I’ve been assigned there until
dinner, so you can rest up there.” He didn’t even let me talk before
leading me to the infirmary, but I didn’t mind that much. I spent a
lot of my time there now because Will always said he wanted me there.
So I went.

As we walked in - or rather, he walked in, I was carried in, he set me
down on one of the beds, slipping on his medical tool belt. I stared
at him for a bit, and then laid back, staring at the ceiling. “Are you
going to sleep?” he asked, though his voice sounded distracted, like
he was doing something else.

“Only if you wake me up again with a kiss,” I answered, wondering if
this would shock him into actually paying attention.

“Okay.”

“I was joking.”

“Oh.” I heard a shuffle of papers, and I tried to focus on a small
crack on the ceiling to stop my face from getting red.

“By the way,” I started, then stopped, biting my lip and blushing
hard. “Never mind. I’m not going to say that.”

“Why not?” Another shuffle of papers, medical records probably. Since
I had been around Will for a while now, I knew his nervous ticks, and
shuffling papers was one of them. The other was smiling and tucking a
lock of blonde hair behind his ear.

“I’m just not going to.”

“Tell me.” I looked over at him, and he gave me a crooked smile,
tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. I gulped, looking back up at
the ceiling.

“You’re pretty tall. You giving me a piggy back ride was fun. That’s
all.” He chuckled, I turned to glare at him, starting to sit up. “You
got a problem with that?”

“Of course not, lay back down. I only laughed because the only other
things I’ve heard you call fun are Mythomagic and sparring. I feel
honored.” I blushed, turning onto my side, facing away from him. “But
if it really was so fun for you, then I could give you piggy back
rides more often. I wouldn’t mind.”

I thought about Annabeth’s wink on the way here, and words suddenly
felt like they didn’t want to come out of my mouth. “Do whatever you
like,” I managed to choke out, hoping that the thing Will wanted to do
was me.

I’m talking about piggy back rides, of course.

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i don’t know what’s going on in my life anymore i’m honestly so sorry
what the fuck

it’s short cuz i didn’t want to drag it on unnecessarily and also i
should’ve gone to sleep around two hours ago oops

i’m not gonna read over it so please don’t hate me for mistake i’m sorry

Thanks for the prompt!!!

To Whomever It May Concern

I’m reusing a love letter I sent the last girl
I’m reusing this confession -
I screamed it into a hurricane but it didn’t scream back

If you’re reading this, I love you;
That’s my confession, that’s my whole story
I don’t know your name when I write this but I know you

Do you have red hair, or brown? I’ve never been one for blondes
Are you my sun or my moon? I’ll follow you either way
Most importantly, what’s your name? I haven’t met you before

You probably think I’m odd in my ways I
Get up at 2 A.M. and make pastries and
I play my music louder than is neighbourly

I hope you think my eccentricities are endearing because
I’m not giving them up for you so
Get used to my creative silences and loud noises at midnight

Get used to me loving you like you’re an earthquake
Even when we both know you’re human
Because it’s easier to write poems about disaster

I screamed my confession into a hurricane that didn’t echo
So I’m recycling; it’s good for the planet
I’m too tired to love like that again but I’ll love you quietly and pretend

—  Love, a liar and a thief
Escape

Escape (by iamashamedofmyfanfics)
Chapter 1
Pairing(s): None (or friendship OT12)
Characters: All of EXO-K and EXO-M (yes, including Kris)
Genre: Fantasy (ish?) [set in modern times], Friendship, other
Rating: PG
Universe: AU, (Mama) Powers AU.
Warnings: Cursing, Lot’s of bad parenting.
Length: Multi-Chaptered, Ongoing, Long chapters
Notes: I used international aging system for the sake of simplicity. Not nearly as dramtic as it sounds, yet.

Chapters: [Chapter 2] 

Summary: In the end their powers we’re their escapes. Or, maybe they were each others.

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