#I think he’s strawberry blonde like very light ginger

[whoblewboobear]

Jace hair appreciation post: Jace growing his hair out so he can put it up in a little bun or let Porter braid it. He’s pinning it up super messy with alligator clips, he’s weaving beads into it. He loves how his long wavy hair looks when he wears his maxi skirts with one of Porter’s band tee’s tucked into it with a pair of Zara’s adventuring combat boots. He loves seeing his waves turn into loose curls the longer it gets he loves of unruly it looks when he shuffles into the bathroom in the morning to brush his teeth.

He loves when Porter pulls on it or plays with it. He loves when Zara runs her fingers through his scalp. He loves feeling connected to his elven side of his family. Their hair is on the straighter side but on his non-elven side he gets his curls and he adores it. He loves the texture. He loves building out a hair care routine. He loves getting to pamper himself just a little extra now. Long hair Jace I’m in awe of you.

[derangedbookworm]

ok guys, here are some of my marauders headcanons. they're pretty modern (mentions of modern artists, technology, and media), and are not hogwarts/canon specific. i think the only ships i directly mention are dorlene, marylily, jily, and rosekiller, but they also aren't specific to any ship. i'll also add picrews of how i imagine each of them.

also, hey! if you don't agree with some of these, that's ok! please do not come into my tags or ask box hating just bc you don't agree! thank you!

(tw: colleen hoover mentions 😔)

~marlene: -lesbian -irish (galway or derry) (she and peter grew up together, and were childhood best friends) -i also love filipino marlene (i literally cannot decide anything) -very blonde hair -has hetechromia (one blue eye and one green eye) -she has cystic acne (dorcas thinks it's so hot) (me too dorcas) -LOVES messy buns with her entire being -cannot sing for the life of her -girl in red -renee rapp -5'8 -she and dorcas like to match outfits -her favorite color is orange -most septum piercing to ever septum pierce

~mary: -pansexual ~colombian (she speaks spanish) (her and james talk shit all the time) ~black (her skin is really dark) -has rosacea (you can't really see it bc her skin is dark, but when it gets hot she gets RED) -she likes wearing her natural hair (in the summer she gets protective styles though) -hazel eyes -showtunes and chappell roan -5'7 -waitress and wicked are her favorite musicals (she thinks glenda and elphaba should have been lesbians) (doesn't everybody?) -loves experimenting with makeup -yellow is her favorite color -wants to wear a yellow sun dress and go frolic in a meadow (real)

~lily: -bisexual -has curtain bangs for sure -scottish or irish (probably scottish) (and she speaks gaelic) -cheek dimples -she's a ginger so she freckles super easily (they're mary's favorite physical attributes of lily's) -anne of green gables (gilbert and anne are such a jily varient) -ambidextrous -she can sing really well -5'6 -PLUS SIZED LILY MY LOVE (i feel very strongly about this) (she's my baby) (i love her so much) -green eyes -six, waitress, and ride the cyclone are her favorite musicals -olivia rodrigo and maisie peters -loves experimenting with makeup -wears very boring clothes (never wears graphic tees or anything like that) (dresses like a beige mom most of the time) (it's ok though) (we forgive her) -her make up always eats (it has not missed once) (her eyeshadow and eyeliner skills are unmatched) -chappell roan

~dorcas: -lesbian -has a very wide nose (marlene worships it, so i had to give it an honorary mention) -5'10 -sza -wears a few different styles, but box braids are her favorite -doesn't actually wear that much makeup (probably just does mascara and eyeliner) -eyebrow piercing -BILLIE EILISH -very dark brown eyes (almost black) -lets pandora try different makeup looks on her and dress her up all the time -naturally very clear skin (marlene is jealous)

~pandora: -pansexual/queer/demisexual (i literally cannot choose) -probably polyamorous as well (she just loves) -black (lightskinned) -she and evan both have vitiligo -5'5 -blonde dreads (her and evan both) -loves those star and heart shaped pimple patches (she wears them even if she doesn't have a pimple) -pink doc martens and those valentines converse -either pheobe bridgers, penelope scott, gracie abrams, or ppcocaine, meg thee stallion, nicki minaj (and there's no in between) -sza -strawberries are her favorite food (she LOVES them) (wears clothes with strawberry patterns, watched strawberry shortcake growing up, strawberry flavored candy is her favorite) -refuses to wear wireless earbuds (1. she's scared one would fall out and she'd lose it) (2. she likes the aesthetic of wired ones better) -autism -light brown eyes -tooth gap (😍) -rock collection

~evan: -gay/asexual (i can't decide) -vitiligo -ocd -i love trans evan as well as cis evan -5'10 -black (lightskinned) -he and pandora have matching jewellery and he wears it all the time -the best brother EVER tbh -would literally kill someone who looked at panda wrong -snake bite piercings (he got them as a dare but ended up loving them) (barty also loves them) (they're so bad for your teeth though 😔) -his favorite color is pink but he pretends it's light blue (he's fooling no one) -blonde dreads -light brown eyes -deviated septum (he hates it but barty loves it) -nirvana, korn, and slipknot

~barty: -pansexual or unlabeled -italian -mullet (the underside is died neon green, and the top is black with some green highlights) -6'2 -raised catholic -BLUE eyes (seriously, someone get this man some brown contacts) -wears those collar chokers unironically (evan secretly loves it) -piercings everywhere (eyebrows, bridge, septum, tongue, ears)(evan won't let him get an albert though) (he's afraid it would get infected/heal wrong) -his favorite color is dark forest green -black clothes (he doesn't own any other color istg) -graphic tees and wife beaters -ripped black skinny jeans -black doc martens but he colors the yellow lining in with sharpie bc he doesn't like it -low-key kind of emo -metalhead but secretly enjoys all genres of music -ethel cain (was raised queer and catholic) -mother mother -mama's boy -him and evan are so fucking freaky (it's actually insane)

~regulus: -gay -autistic (got the good at school autism) -chronic insomnia -5'9 -loves oscar wilde -him and remus DESPISE colleen hoover (me too) -wireless headphones (probably beats bc he's rich) -half-deaf in his right ear, and no one knows why or how -left-handed but was forced to write with his right so he uses his right

-the original sad boi poetry writer -french -gray eyes -gets hot super easily and turns red -but has poor circulation in his hands (he's so me) -hozier -paris paloma (no one knows, don't ask) -ethel cain -loves greek mythology (his favorites are icarus, and pyramus and thisbe) (he just loves doomed love) (i may be projecting a little) -evan and barty have asked him for a threesome at least once -on earth we're briefly gorgeous, the picture of dorian gray, the song of achilles, and a good girl's guide to murder

~james: -pansexual -bpd -adhd or audhd -6'1 -desi (monty) and latino (effie) (i couldn't decide so now he's both ❤) -only wears gold jewelry -speaks spanish -listens to traditional music and abba -taylor swift and hozier -super smart but got burnt out by the time he was 13/14 -bluey and paw patrol (tell me i'm wrong) (this man would eat up paw patrol) (marshall and chase would be his favorites) (and everyone loves bluey) -has the best singing voice of the group -a singular lobe piercing -his favorite color is red -VERY long lashes (the girls are so jealous) -scared of deep bodies of water and abandonment (omg reggie?) -prettiest hazel eyes you've ever seen -can dance really well -red converse -big pants, little shirt typa guy

~sirius: -bisexual or demisexual -french -gray/blue eyes -anxiety disorder and seasonal depression -cptsd -5'8/5'9 (he's shorter than regulus) (i have decided it) -freckles that only come out in the summer -poor circulation in his feet -left-handed -black converse and doc martens -draws on his converse -has a tattoo of the leo constellation on his chest (right above his heart) (☺) -is math and science smart -can't write for the life of him -pheobe bridgers, boygenius, conan gray, and olivia rodrigo -hozier -metallica and dream theatre -band t-shirts and ripped black skinny jeans -leather bracelets -double lobe, septum, and lip piercings

~remus: -gay -welsh -dyslexic -very tan skin and freckles -scared of heights -english and history smart -colleen hoover's biggest hater (real) -6'4 -scoliosis -chronic migraines -ren (go listen to him rn, he's amazing) -david bowie -brown eyes (hazel or dark brown, depending on his mood) -hates red velvet cake but loves chocolate (?) -greek mythology (likes medusa, and achilles and patroclus) -grandpa sweaters and cardigans -levi jeans and fuck-boy pajama pants -sleeper build -awkward as hell -fucking loser (and we love him for it) -bde -song of achilles, they both die at the end, the fault in our stars, the invisible life of addie larue, the picture of dorian gray, and the seven husbands of evelyn hugo

~peter: -omnisexual/straight/unlabeled -irish (galway or derry) -or german -learning disability -anxiety disorder -5'7 -plus sized -his hair is almost brown but still kinda dirty blonde -green/hazel eyes -favorite color is yellow or orange -probably listens to basic white girl music, or rap (idk which one😭) -like, he's either listening to taylor and ariana or he's listening to kendrick and tupac (i don't make the rules 🤷) (both are great anyways so it doesn't really matter) -wears button up shirts and khakis (his parents were super religious and proper growing up, and he hasn't been able to kick the habit) -loves christmas but hates new years -would be fantastic in american football (trust me on this one) (he's a little short but he'd do great) -he's an only child, but he grew up in a more suburban area, so he had lots of neighbors (marlene) -his parents struggled to conceive, and he was a rainbow baby after 2-3 miscarriages (he and james are kinda similar in that sense)

[xbraveheartx]

Did anyone else get that feeling that the texture/color of Romeo's hair looked like a bleach job gone wrong?(Unlike P's curly brown locks, which I agree are resistant to fire unlike Romeo getting caught in PK's explossion but my point remains). A healthy number of Lampwick depiction has him with red/auburn hair (wether this is an actual book thing or not I have no idea), so I have this headcanon that while the lamp post jokes never got to him, ginger jokes definitely did

I think I've seen a mention floating around about that! I do like that headcanon, especially with how you explain it with the jokes aimed at him!

But I'm gonna go with the thought that-- no, I don't think he bleached his hair. I think he really is that blond... His eyebrows look very strawberry blond in this image here, prior to getting cooked over-easy and you can also see his roots are pretty natural looking? With all the detail the devs put into this game, I would assume they would have added some different colored roots to show that sort of thing, but I could also be wrong!

Also, kinda would be hard to keep up with keeping your roots nice and bleached when the world is dying all around you, y'know? Also, take it from someone who has a lot of red in their hair, and has friends who are redheads: Bleaching wouldn't make it nice and pale like this. It would make it... super saiyan yellow. Cartoonishly yellow. Even if you bleach it repeatedly, it wouldn't be this nice and light!

As for texture, considering he was only created to be used and discarded? I don't think Geppetto cared to put any love and attention to his hair. Just enough to emulate how he used to look, but that's strictly my thoughts and theory, at that point.

REGARDLESS, I adore the idea that he was naturally a redhead and spent so long painstakingly bleaching it! The amount of stories and situations that could come from it, the ideas that are born from it-- I'm all here for it. Give me those fics. That art. Feed my soul with this concept ♡ I love the idea of Carlo finding out his best friend's hair is naturally red and Romeo confiding in him over it, because it's something he's super self conscious over.

Maybe in some stories, he learns to like his natural hair color? ♡ Ugh, the potential. But yeah, these are just my thoughts!!

[cease-this]

Title

God works fast but fucking-michaell works faster. Whipped this baby up in 2 hours.

Warnings: Stormbringer spoilers, language

‼️This is a tickle fic, if you're not into that kind of thing then SCROLL‼️

"G-gyahahaha—! W-wait!" Chuuya clenched his fist tightly. His face pressed against the jacket of the man holding his wrist. 

Chuuya was currently sat behind Albatross, one hand held hostage while the other pounded at his back to try to get him to let go. Though it proved useless. How did Chuuya get into this situation you may ask? Well..

~~~~~~

"Chuuya!" The older of the two exclaimed as he entered the apartment, without knocking of course. The ginger grumbled. 

"No." The younger was layed across the couch on his stomach, blanked splayed over him. Despite the fact it was 2pm, he was still in his comfy pajamas. And sleeping. The room was completely dark, thanks to the black out curtains. Chuuya grumbled and shoved a pillow atop his head to hide as the lights switched on. He was not in the mood for this. "Get out."

"Eh? What's that all about?" The strawberry blonde raised an eyebrow at the response to his presence. "What're you hungover or something? I told you to lay off on the wine, but'cha never listen do you?"

Chuuya peeked out from under his pillow to glare. He was certainly not in the mood for a lecture. "I'm not hungover. I'm tired." 

"Uhhh-huh." His eyes glanced over to the wine glass on the table. Though it was still half full, maybe Chuuya hadn't gotten drunk enough to have a hangover. It didn't matter either way. "Cmon, get up."

Chuuya gave only a drawn out grumble in response, gripping tighter to the pillow so he could drown out as much light as possible. Albatross tsked. 

"Allright, if you're gonna be stubborn then you leave me no other choice. Swiftly, one hand snatched Chuuya's wrist. Where the ginger usually wore gloves he had a distinct lack, considering he was in sleepwear. 

"Fuck off." The gravity manipulator complained as he shoved halfheartedly at Albatross's back. In his state, he hadn't figured what was obviously coming for him. 

"You're certainly mouthy today." Chuuya's eyes shot open as he felt one finger drift across his palm. Then two. Then five. 

"G-gyahahaha—! W-wait!" Chuuya clenched his fist tightly. He pressed his face into the jacket of the man holding him hostage. "I'll k-kill you—!" 

Chuuya's voice shook and his words were stammered as he tried to even out his speech and not giggle. He didn't find this tactic very fair at all. 

"Still feisty, even when you're being tickled~" He snickered quietly at the way Chuuya threatened him. "And this isn't even a bad spo—"

"Do‐nt even th–ink about it!" Chuuya shuddered. He knew that his hand wasn't even close to as bad as… other spots were. Unfortunately, he didn't hold much sway here. 

"Oh I'm thinking about it." The strawberry blonde man grinned, turning and pinning Chuuya's hand down above his head. Usually, he'd be able to fight it off. But he was Unfortunately weakened by the tickles. "I'm definitely thinking about it.." 

Chuuya squirmed as Albatross sat himself on Chuuya's hips, straddling him. One of Albatross's hands wiggled fingers above the back of Chuuya's waist. "Feel like getting up yet?"

"Go to hell." Chuuya growled. Not only did he not want to, but it was a game now. And he was gonna win it. Albatross grinned wider, hand launching for Chuuya's helpless side, squeezing right against the dip in his waist. This method included him squeezing up and down, from Chuuya's ribs to his. Uh oh. 

"WAITWAIT!" Chuuya gasped out, cackles spilling from his lips as the olders hand found a sweet spot above his hip. The one that, before this moment, only shifty Dazai knew about. "StOHop I'll geHET up! ILl get UhUp dammit!" 

"Oh you will, huh?" The squeezing didn't stop as it zeroed in right on that sweetspot, causing shrieks and cackles from the ginger, as well as a stream of threats that would be terrifying if not for the fact that Chuuya was currently laughing. "How do I know you're not lying just to get me to stop? And besides, maybe I wanna keep on now that I've found your little soft spot~"

If not for the frantic laughter, Chuuya would've told him off for being a terrible negotiator, that Chuuya had already given in and he shouldn't be so cruel. Unfortunately. "NOhHO NOHO nNOhO! NOHoT thEHERE!" 

"Hmm tell ya what, I'll stop ifffff…." He trailed off, grabbing hold of Chuuya's other wrist as it came back to fight as well. He pinned it under his knee, giving the other wrist the same treatment before both hands zeroed in on the spot on either side. Chuuya hoped nobody was around to hear the embarrassing scream he gave at it. "...you agree to do my paperwork for the next month." 

Chuuya groaned internally. Of course, this was the perfect opportunity to bribe him. "G-gOHO tO hEHEll!" 

"Fine then.." he sighed before grinning, moving down a little to sit on Chuuya's Thighs, alternating between squeezing and massaging the back of Chuuya's Thighs and Kneading into his hips. And though his wrists were free, Chuuya had no means of escape as he shrieked and cackled. He tried to push himself up, but only slipped on the couch cushions, falling flat on his face. The way he couldn't get used to it was driving him crazy. 

It went on for about another 3 minutes before Chuuya gave in. 

"FIHINE! FIHINE ILL DO YOUR STUHUPID PAPERWORK NOW LEHET UHUP!" 

"You will?"

"YehEs!"

"You proooomise?~"

"FUHUCK SAKE YES!" 

After that colorful statement, Albatross let up, standing up and ruffling Chuuya's ginger hair once. 

"Cmon, get a move on, we've got a long day ahead of us, and you've got plenty of paperwork."

Chuuya groaned. It really was going to be a long, long day. He wouldn't have it any other way.

[thespacehatter]

Time to bring the disclousure over here too cause fuck it, I like to start conversations, jajajajjajja

So like, fr... What's the color of Brett's hair?? Some have described him as being ginger but if he's supposed to be the most average white male in America ginger wouldn't be it??

Some have said blonde but idk what ya'll are seeing but that ain't blonde, and then ya'll be saying "Oh, its a dark strawberry blonde!" Shut up with those gringo terminologies and just say brown!

I guess it could be a very light brown, a very atumn copper brown but blonde?? Nope. Ginger?? Maybe but not close???

What you guys think??

[greypetrel]

10, 13, & 14 for the artist asks :3

Hello Mary! :D Hope you're doing ok, thank you for asking! :3

Tis the prompt list

10. What inspired/motivated you this year?

Oh damn, honestly? It's been a shitty year, and what motivated me was the need to escape, mainly. Also, I basked in the good side of fandoms, reading different takes and seeing other people doing art and writing spurred me on to do something myself.

I should also thank Ikea for giving me queues enough to just bring me to think about anything else that wasn't furniture and stuff. A lot of the fics I've posted have been written in a first draft at Ikea, LOL. (Ikea pay me)(also as a furniture builder i'm that kind of queer, if you need help I'll run to put up your furniture please call me I have an automatic screwer now)

13. What pairing/character/subject/body part/object gave you the most trouble this year?

Drawing wise: Varric. I don't know he has a face I can't grasp and I always feel I'm drawing him wrong. Please good sir let yourself be drawn.

The thing that bothered me the most tho was trying to draw DA2 stuff withour winging the colours. The screens of the game are despicable, the light is always very coloured even when it's sunny? Why the sun shines GREY, Bioware, tell me. Also kudos to my nemesis Matt Rhodes. I LOVE his style and he did a great job but he has the tendency of drawing irises completely black. Between his concepts and shitty game screen I spent a day seriously thinking that Fenris having green eyes was a Mandela effect born from a headcanon (in game they are blue, grey, hazel, according to the environment. Never green.) (I'll just say that if you colour pick from the game, Anders is GINGER. Not strawberry blonde, ACTUALLY GINGER, IT'S ORANGE. In his concept his hair is mahogany. Which would be ok if you know. His nickname wasn't BLONDIE.)

14. What's one pairing/character/subject/body part/object you want to explore next year?

I'd like to draw more Alyra! And write her more as well. And Radha, her colour palette is the one I like the most (purple and gold *drools*).

Listen I love elves and I'm in a phase of my life where I'm terribly unapologetic.

The one big thing I'd like to define tho is what to do with an original story that I love, with chracters I adore... but for which I am seriously thinking I'm not the right person as a writer. I'd need a consultant but alas, I got no budget for it. It's there hoping I'll be less disheartened by it. So yeah, knowing what to do would be nice.

[panlight]

for the hair colors: definitely ravello for esme! I picture her hair as like, the light brown equivalent of strawberry blonde. strawberry brown? I think the first movie had it pretty much right.

none of the above for edward. if bree's calling him a "redhead," he's more ginger than any of these options.

as for carlisle, rose, and jasper, I always imagined rosalie having a very classic shade of blonde, kind of in the middle since it's described as "gold," while jasper's hair is more of a dirty blond and carlisle has what chris fleming refers to as the "he's gonna go through a shoplifting phase and get away with it" shade of light blond

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[ikeromantic]

First Day pt. 2

This is an Ikemen Sengoku coffee shop AU. Approx 1400 words. Nobunaga, the owner of Azuchi Cafe, hires a girl to work in his coffee shop alongside his other oddball employees.

Pastry Chef and little rain cloud: Ieyasu Tokugawa

Head Chef and irredeemable flirt: Masamune Date

Dining Room Manager and rule-master: Hideyoshi Toyotomi

Barista and most popular kid in your class: Ranmaru Mori

Barista and coffee disaster: Mitsunari Ishida

Accountant and walking bad-boy vibe: Mitsuhide Akechi

Grouchy customer with sexy-rich-class attitude: Kenshin Uesugi

Walking nerd-encyclopedia and corporate flunkie: Sasuke Sarutobi

I have never written a coffee shop AU and I have no idea what I'm doing. Yet I keep doing it. Seriously. I can't get this out of my brain right now.

First Day pt. 1

Nobunaga found it hard to concentrate with the girl there. His eyes kept seeking her out. His thoughts drifting to her when he was supposed to be focused on re-orders, contracts, budgeting . . . He glanced up from his laptop to see Ranmaru standing entirely too close to her. The barista was showing her how to operate the espresso machine, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder.

He might have said something, but the door swung open just then and in walked their most troublesome customer. Useugi.

Kenshin took in the cafe with a displeased glare. His good looks were offset by the miasma of violence and suppressed emotion that hung in the air everywhere he went. Despite his angelic features, heterochromatic eyes, and gorgeous platinum locks, he intimidated nearly everyone in his path. Everyone but Nobunaga and his cafe crew, which was why he kept returning to this insignificant coffee shop when he could have gone anywhere.

His personal assistant hurried in after him and quickly moved to one of the tables, pulling out a chair for his boss. “Sir?”

Uesugi sat with a slight grimace. “That took you .5 seconds longer than last time. Perhaps I should replace you, Sarutobi.”

“Of course sir.” Sasuke Sarutobi’s expression of mild amusement didn’t shift in the slightest. He gave his boss a slight bow and headed for the counter. “One half-caf medium with exactly one pump raspberry and one pump chocolate, oat milk, extra foam, caramel drizzle and curls. And a shot of espresso on the side.”

Mitsunari doesn’t even blink. “Is that all, sir?”

Kenshin doesn’t turn, but a slight smirk turns his lips up at the corners. “Order for the entire office, Sarutobi. My treat.”

It takes several minutes to deliver the complex coffee orders. Everyone’s favorite everything, to exacting specifications. A light sweat breaks out of Mitsunari’s forehead, but he keeps smiling.

Ranmaru isn’t so sanguine. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Two and three-quarters pumps of peppermint? Half white chocolate drizzle and what?”

The girl laughs. “I didn’t know you could put so much in your coffee.” She begins to prep the first order, moving a little slowly as she tries to remember where each product is and how to work the machines.

Nobunaga tenses, ready for Kenshin’s inevitable outburst. Any delay would send him into a violent rant with threats of lawsuits and putting you out of business and blah blah blah.

Uesugi turns around with clear intent but when his eyes fall on the girl, they widen. “You . . . hired a woman? In a coffee shop?”

The girl gives him an over-the-shoulder smile. “Sorry about the wait for your drink, sir. I hope I got it right.” She puts the finishing touches on top of the foam and walks the cup over to Kenshin’s table.

His eyes get wider the closer she comes. “You -” He seems to be at a complete loss for words.

Sarutobi looks concerned. His gaze floats between the girl and his boss for a moment, unsure if he should intervene.

“Get out of my sight,” Kenshin mutters, but the demand is half-hearted. “Women are such a distraction. Completely unnecessary in business.” He throws an irritated glance at Nobunaga. “Did my competition tell you to bring this - this girl here today?”

Sasuke slips around to the girl’s side and pulls her out of the danger zone. “Sorry about the boss. He’s a little unstable. Stress. Childhood trauma. The usual.” He blinks awkwardly as if both eyes were trying to wink at the same time.

“Of course not,” Nobunaga grins. Something about Kenshin’s intensity always made him want to needle the man. “But then, if they had, why would I tell you?” His carnelian eyes narrowed. “Maybe I’m your competition.”

“I could put your little coffee shop out of business,” Kenshin growled.

“Try it and see what happens.” Nobunaga was standing now, his voice low and menacing.

Ieyasu poked his head out of the kitchen and frowned. “Is Nobunaga fighting with customers again?”

“Yep.” Ranmaru grinned.

Masamune peered out, grinning widely. “Somebody get the lass a mop. This is going to get ugly.”

The girl pulled away from Sasuke and pushed between the two angry businessmen. “Excuse me, but could you both sit down? I’m very sorry if I caused you any discomfort, sir.” She looked at Kenshin, met his cold stare head on. “You might think a woman doesn’t belong in business, but flats don’t pay for themselves.”

“Great. Will someone grab the first aid kit,” Ieyasu muttered.

Masamune chuckled. “The lass has got balls of steel.”

Mitsunari was poking around for a first aid kit for Ieyasu, but he looked up at Masamune’s comment. “Does she? I didn’t see her carrying any kind of ball.”

Ranmaru giggled. “Should I explain it to you?”

“Don’t you dare.” Ieyasu cut the pink haired barista off.

Kenshin sat heavily, the tension suddenly emptying from him. “Your boss needs to teach you how to speak politely to customers.” Then he turned away from her and began to drink his coffee.

Sarutobi sagged for a moment in relief. “You must be a half-elf paladin,” he told the girl as she stepped past him.

“I don’t know what that is.” She shrugged and gave him a lopsided grin. “I’m actually putting myself through school to be a fashion designer.”

“Ah, creative, beautiful, and brave.” Sasuke blushed, realizing he’d said that aloud.

“Hey, don’t flirt with her, you corporate flunky. She’s our new hire.” Ranmaru grabbed her arm and pulled her back behind the counter.

“That’s right lad. Take your to-go order and go.” Masamune frowned.

Ieyasu elbowed him. “Not that I care, but if she’d been assigned to help me with the pastries, she wouldn’t be out here where nerdy customers could attempt awkward pick-up lines.”

“I apologize,” Sasuke said stiffly.

The girl smiled. “Don’t worry about it! You’ll have to come back sometime and tell me what a half-elf paladin is.”

Her inviting expression only made the glowers of her co-workers more obvious.

Sarutobi made a dignified exit, leaving with the drink orders for his office.

Hideyoshi took the opportunity to take the girl aside. “I appreciate what you did there, but you shouldn’t be throwing yourself into danger. Are you ok? Do you need a break? How about you sit down and we’ll get you a tea.”

“I’m really alright,” she told him. “I mean, it was a little scary but he wouldn’t have actually hit me.” Her eyes widened. “Right?”

“You are clearly new to this city if you haven’t heard the Kenshin horror stories.” Hideyoshi sighed. “Just, from now on let one of us handle it. It’s barely your first day so stick to the easy stuff.” He led her to the breakroom and sat her down on a tatty old sofa.

The break room was a sacred space for the cafe employees. A spot to grab a drink or a bite to eat out of the customer’s prying eyes. Nobunaga kept it comfortable, with an old couch and a couple of overstuffed chairs. A set of shelves held antique tea sets and some paperback books. There was a tv on the opposite wall and some potted plants in the windowsill on the far wall.

Ieyasu brought her tea and a strawberry pastry. He sat down, wearing an expression of pure annoyance. “So what. Are you suicidal?”

“What? No!” The girl looked at the tea and then back up at the annoyed blonde. “I just don’t like it when people fight. Someone might get hurt. And it would be especially bad if I caused it.”

“So just an idiot then.” Ieyasu sighed. “I don’t know what I expected. Nobunaga doesn’t hire normal people.”

“You realize that includes you, right?” She giggled.

Ieyasu looked away. “Whatever.”

The girl quietly sipped her tea. That lasted until she took a bite of the sweet, crumbly strawberry pastry. “Oh . . . this is . . . this is really good!”

“You don’t have to sound surprised,” Ieyasu huffed. Despite his tone, he wore a slight smile. He turned his head a fraction to look at her.

“It’s just, strawberries are my absolute favorite and this is - you blended the flavors perfectly. Not too sweet, and the fruit is the first and last thing on my tongue.” She finished eating it with a happy sigh. “I feel like I could eat a whole pan of these.”

Ieyasu busied himself with picking up the tray. “Then you’d get a tummy ache and I’d have to waste my time making you ginger tea.”

She laughed. “You know, I think under all that grouchiness you must be a really nice guy. I can tell by how you bake. You couldn’t make such sweet things if you were really that sour.”

For a heartbeat, Ieyasu was struck speechless. His mouth opened and closed as crimson crept across his cheeks. “You just proved you're an idiot,” he finally managed, sounding more breathless than annoyed. He hurried out of the room.

[perpetual-stories]

Adjectives to Describe Appearance

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if any of you are like me, then you too suffer at the treacherous hands of describing things then you know how difficult it can be to find the right words to show how you feel or to show what you mean to your readers.

So, I decided to help you all and make a list of adjectives :)

1. Other Words for “Fat” or “Large”

Overweight This simply means “heavier than is healthy.”

Obese It means very overweight. Sometimes it can be quite dangerous …

Stout Maybe slightly fat but strong or solid looking. Usually quite short.

Stocky Short with a wide body.

Paunchy You know how some men gain weight? They don’t just get fat everywhere — just the stomach. That’s paunchy. Though we don’t usually say “He’s paunchy.” Go for “He has a paunch.”

Pot-bellied The same as “paunchy.”

Big-boned With a large body structure. We also use this adjective as a euphemism (a way of saying something negative indirectly). If you call someone big-boned, it’s usually just another way of saying that they’re fat.

Chubby A little bit fat. Slightly overweight. But only a bit.

Plump The same as “chubby.”

Podgy Also the same as “chubby.”

Curvy This can be used in two ways. Sometimes, it describes a woman with a thin waist and wide hips. And sometimes, it’s used as a euphemism to mean “fat.” But it’s nicer to say “curvy,” right?

Flabby We usually use this to describe a part of someone’s body, not the person as a whole. So someone might have flabby arms or a flabby stomach. It means they have a lot of loose fat (or skin) that kind of shakes and wobbles when they move around.

2. Other Words for “Thin” or “Small”

Slender Thin, in a pretty or elegant kind of way.

Slim A positive word for “thin.”

Lanky Tall and thin. But in an awkward kind of way.

Skinny Very thin, possibly too thin.

Slight You know those people who are so thin that it looks like they might break into pieces if they fall down? That’s slight.

Petite This is French for “small.”

3. Other Words for “Muscular”

Beefy Someone with a lot of muscles. This is informal and usually used for men.

Buff In good physical shape. Probably with visible muscle action going on.

Burly Strong, heavy.

Broad “Broad” actually means “wide.”

Well-built Big. Strong.

Ripped muscular and in good shape.

4. Other Body Shape Adjectives

Gangly You know those tall, lanky people who never look comfortable. They move around looking uncomfortable. When they sit down, they look uncomfortable and awkward. They’re gangly.

Stooped Someone who walks around as if they’re walking through a low doorway — but all the time. The opposite of standing up straight.

Pigeon-toed Standing with your feet facing each other

5. Other Words for Beautiful

Attractive Nice to look at. You’d happily look at this person for hours if it wasn’t socially unacceptable.

Handsome It’s like beautiful but usually for men. More masculine and manly. Grrr.

Pretty Not as strong as beautiful, but still positive

Stunning Extremely attractive. Even stronger than “beautiful.”

Gorgeous A more informal way of saying “beautiful” or “handsome.”

Good-looking Er… he (or she) looks … good.

Cute “cute” to mean attractive

Hot More or less the same as “sexy.”

6. Other Words for Ugly

Rough This is actually quite rude, so be careful with this one. But it’s there. And it’s used. It means “very ugly.” Also, it’s very British.

Plain This is another euphemism. We use it when we want to say that someone has nothing about them that’s attractive. They’re not ugly. Just … boring … plain … even forgettable.

7. Adjectives for Hair Type

Curly

Wavy

Straight

8. Adjectives for Hair Length

Bald No hair at all.

Closely-cropped Very short hair. So short that you almost look bald.

Shaved No hair at all. But this time by choice. Because you shaved it off.

Balding Not bald. But you will be soon!

Shoulder-length Hair down to your shoulders. We can also have waist-length hair and even knee-length hair.

9. Adjectives for Hair Styles

Dreaded In a lot of languages, the word for this is “rasta.” Think of Bob Marley

Afro Very thick, very curly hair in a rounded shape.

Gelled When you add gel to your hair. You know, that sticky stuff that you can use to style your hair.

Slicked-back When you use gel or oil to comb your hair back.

Parted When you’ve divided the hair into two parts. You can have a centre parting or a side parting (or “part” in U.S. English).

Spiky When your hair is gelled up into spikes.

10. Adjectives for Hair Colour

Dyed (red, green, etc.) Maybe you don’t like your hair colour? Well, no problem — go out, buy some dye and dye your hair. You can have dyed green hair, dyed red hair or just dyed black hair.

Bleached Or maybe you want something brighter? Bleach your hair! This is when you use peroxide to lighten it.

Highlighted Perhaps you don’t want to bleach all of it? Maybe you just want some of it bleached — in lines (or “streaks”). Then get it highlighted.

Greying

Ginger “Ginger” is a way of describing people with naturally orange (“red”) hair.

Strawberry blonde Light red. But usually a euphemism for ginger.

Mousy brown A sort of brown, but a sort of pale brown

11. Adjectives for Hair Condition

Greasy You know when someone hasn’t washed their hair for a long time?

Shiny Hair that reflects lots of light. I also see it as 'shiny' when its greasy.

12. Adjectives for Age

Thirtyish About thirty. You can do the same with other ages: “sixtyish,” “sixteenish.” In fact, while we’re here, you can do this with times, too: “Let’s meet at Wimbledon at ten-ish.”

Young You know this, right? But when do you stop being young? This is quite subjective I guess. My answer is NEVER!

Youngish This is a great way to describe someone who’s sort of young, but maybe hitting middle age. Hard to tell. Youngish!

Middle-aged It surprises me how different everyone’s answers are to this. Personally, I think it’s 40. From 40, you’re middle-aged. There you go — I’ve just decided for everyone.

Old But when does middle age end and “old” begin? I don’t know. You’ll have to ask someone older than me.

Elderly It’s not very polite to describe people as “old.” So we invented this nice, polite, respectful word.

In his early 40s OK. This is a neat trick to describe people’s ages when you don’t know exactly how old they are.

13. Other Appearance Adjectives

Spotty You know those red spots many unfortunate teenagers get on their face? Technically the condition is called acne, but we usually just say “spots.” I was one of those unfortunate teenagers.

Clean-shaven Without a beard. But for a guy, not a woman.

Pierced We usually use this word to describe someone who has a noticeably large number of piercings.

Tattooed Someone with a lot of tattoos.

Hairy Lots of hair! Everywhere! Even on the back and the back of the hands!

There you all go! I think there are a total of 70 something. Please feel free to reblog and add your own I might have missed! Reblog, like, and comment!

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Ren x Gakushu: Nightmares

Ren was standing in the Chairman's office, watching the man pace around him, Araki, Seo, and Koyama with practiced, measured steps. His words were almost entirely unintelligible, but his voice was just like always. The same eerie, low tenor that made his skin try to crawl off his body, like he suddenly had some kind of flesh-eating disease.

Suddenly the monster struck. A huge fleshy mass with eyes so big that they overlapped one another on its face. A mouth so wide and sharply fanged that it could swallow anyone whole and shred them apart in its jaws anyway. Before he knew it, there was an agonizing sting at the back of his head and the better part of his back. Ren was somehow thrown against the wall, pain tearing against his sternum and surrounding ligaments making it nearly impossible to breathe. The others were no different, as if they were flung just as woefully unprepared into the same MMA fight that he was in.

Then he realized all of their bodies hadn't even moved.

For all intents and purposes, their minds had been violently punted from each of their bodies, leaving them as empty shells that did nothing but chant an insatiable desire to kill E-Class. If Ren didn't have trouble breathing before, he was all but suffocating now. It only got worse when Gakushu reentered the room, only to call out to Ren and the others in horror. The mix of anger, disgust, and outright fear with which he stared at his father and his pet beast nearly wrenched his racing heart clear out of his chest.

“Gakushu, please… I'm right here…”

He forced his ghostly form to stand up. Dizziness spun his vision every which way. His shaking feet didn't feel anything close to steady as he tried to stumble toward his friend. The monster over the principal's shoulder only pounced again, painfully crushing his throat in its clawed grip as he could only face that menacing, unnatural grin. Darkness was beginning to dot his vision as it blurred with tears. He reached helplessly for his best friend with whatever vanishing strength he had left, as it all went cold and dark and --

Ren's eyes shot open with a gasp, heart pounding and breathing as if he'd just endured one of Gakushu's soccer games. He lay frozen and tense in his bed, clutching his bed covers and staring at nothing but his own bedroom floor as he slowly willed himself to calm down.

After he finally deemed himself calmed from the nightmare, (and telling himself that No, panic-brain, my blazer that I keep hung on my door is not a monster that's here to kill me) he sat up in his bed and checked the time on his alarm clock.

Only a few minutes after 3 o’clock, in the morning.

Ren grimaced to himself, running a hand through his stupid bedhead. Either Seo or Koyama would probably laugh about some kind of joke related to the time that he’s almost certain he’d rather not hear. However, he just thought it was too darn early to be up, even with something like a very graphic memory/nightmare to blame.

The principal monster from his nightmare flashed behind his eyes, in its own twisted "speak of the devil." What better way of being told by one's own brain that going back to sleep at that moment was not an option?

…Maybe a cup of tea or something warm (and uncaffeinated) would settle him down enough to help.

With a sigh, he got out of bed, pulled on a shirt, and headed to the kitchen.

He knew the house well enough that he didn't have to turn on the lights. He knew every place where the floors creaked, exactly where to stick to the walls and where to simply keep a light foot. The tiny nightlights in the halls kept it just visible enough that one didn't have to stumble around in complete darkness.

Many years ago, traversing his house at night was a game to Ren. One where his eyes sported beams of light to help him see. A game in which the dark wasn’t a monster to fear, but his playmate.

When he reached the kitchen, he breathed a soft sigh of relief. He grabbed a mug from the dish cabinet, but before he could do anything else, he noticed a light.

Light that was coming from the living room TV, partly shadowed by a figure on the couch.

Ren had a feeling he knew who that was. Guess I’m not the only one having a rough night.

With that in mind, he grabbed a second mug before pulling the jar of dried chamomile from the back of a different cabinet, fixing some tea with it.

The person on the couch didn’t respond to any noise he made, which meant one of two things: he was either quite aware of his presence and simply waiting for Ren to reveal himself, or he was out of it to the point of somehow not noticing the brunette was even there.

With someone like Gakushu Asano, there was no in-between with those two possibilities.

The moment the tea was ready, Ren poured it into the two mugs, a small voice in the back of his mind reminding him to put some sugar in Gakushu’s mug. He likes his tea sweetened a little. It’ll help him calm down more easily if he’s tense or had a nightmare, and right now he's possibly both.

He glanced at whatever he was watching on TV, which was turned down so low he couldn’t quite hear it. A documentary: his go-to for calming down from a bad dream. Crime or historic ones usually mean something relatively tame. But this one’s a nature documentary; he only goes to those things when it’s really bad.

The taller boy took a deep breath before heading over, humming a familiar tune and making sure to seek out the one floorboard he knew would creak. A word of advice from a friend, so as to not scare him once in his line of sight.

The redhead made an almost unnoticeable jolt before bright purple eyes met his. (So he really was out of it to a point he didn't know I was there, or at least hyperfixating on the TV.) He was wrapped in a throw blanket and had his legs laid across the length of the couch; he was probably planning on sleeping there if he was able to calm down enough.

“Ren… How long have you been up?” he asked, shifting around to sit properly on the sofa.

He chuckled, setting down the mugs on the coffee table until he was sitting down beside his boyfriend. “Obviously not as long as you.” His smile became a frown when he got no snarky response. “Nightmares keeping you up, too, huh?”

The shorter boy only nodded once, taking his mug when it was offered. “I hoped to be able to sleep again, after getting my mind off of it… And I didn’t expect to be discovered."

Ren hummed, sipping his own beverage. "…It was the brainwashing incident on my end… Araki saying it felt like an out-of-body experience was pretty accurate."

The ginger didn't seem too surprised. "…It was partially that exact incident for myself… and also the immediate aftermath of the pole-toppling match. I still find it hard to forget how badly Kevin and the other exchange students were injured, because of him… it was so severe that they all had to return to their home countries, once they'd recovered enough to do so."

The others didn’t hear much of that when it happened beyond when the paramedics showed up at the school. At the time, they all knew better than to ask while the wound was still fresh. Then again, it wasn’t like he would’ve been coherent enough to elaborate on the situation anyway, given how he fell asleep on the ride home.

"Least they don't have to worry about him hurting them again now…" he replied finally, "or anyone, to be honest. Especially not you." He pulled the strawberry blond boy into his side. "I think you remember well enough… how worried I was when he hit you in front of everybody."

The shorter boy’s exhale reverberated with exhaustion as his head drooped on his lover’s shoulder, followed by the sound of him emptying his mug. “Not as much as I wish I did… but at the same time more than I care to admit. It’s exhausting just thinking about it.”

The brunette smiled sadly at the sheer amount of fatigue in his tone, giving his shoulder a squeeze before finishing his own drink. "All the same, we can say that we're safe from him, and that in itself means a lot… By the way, I would've been alright with you coming over to my room after you woke up from your nightmare."

That only earned him a sleepy, yet sour look. "Why would I do that? I'm not a toddler, Ren."

The brunette snickered, using a thumb and index finger to get the other to face him. "Maybe not, but it's not childish to be afraid or need someone else, even for just a little company. Haven't you felt any better since I came out here?"

Gakushu tried to avert his face. "I suppose you could say that…"

Begrudging victory; I'll take it.

He smiled as he leaned in to kiss the shorter boy. He slipped his tongue in easily, tasting the chamomile's aftermath and practically feeling the remnants of Gakushu's tension and traces of his own nightmare disappear into the documentary's white noise. The ginger all but melted into his arms, the long and lazy kiss bearing down on his eyelids with sleep in a wave of honeyed warmth. Pulling away showed a pair of hazy purple eyes struggling to open again, on an adorable, blushing face.

“I love you, Gakushu; sweet dreams.”

The shorter boy gave a slow, cat-like blink, snuggling further against the taller boy. “Hmm… love you too… Ren…”

Ren chuckled at his slurred speech as he took Gakushu's empty mug from his hands, placing it and his own mug on the coffee table. Afterwards he turned off the TV, pulling Gakushu along as he shifted them around, until they were now both laying sideways on the couch, with a red-haired head on his chest. He managed to resituate the throw blanket over them both, draping long arms over his beloved; one settling across his waist, the other scratching his scalp in rhythmic circles.

He leaned into the crevice between the couch cushion and backrest with a contented sigh. With the weight and warmth of his boyfriend in his arms and the steady whispering breeze of breath in his ears and over his chest, the image of the former principal and the big-eyed monster was nothing more than a fading memory. They were both safe here, in this homey little bubble. Pressing a final kiss to his boyfriend's crown, he laid his own head down and closed his eyes, letting sleep carry him away on a far more welcoming cloud.

It wasn’t the first time they had such nightmares, and it may well be far from the last, but for now, they could sleep without fear, and that was enough.

[1833outboy]

patrick’s hair is an Enigma to me bc like…i like to think it’s ginger bc it’s cute but i think he’s a strawberry blonde maybe? but sometimes his hair looks very brown in certain lighting. it def got darker with age in baby pics he was like…platinum blonde, getting darker with age is something that happens to most people with blonde hair. so i’d say he’s strawberry blonde that got darker with age

pretty much! i'd go with a... dirty strawberry blonde, it seems closest to me, most the time. i do think lighting plays a part sometimes, but yeah, him getting darker with age sounds about right. i'm blonde and as a kid/teen, it was very light - not so much as an adult.

his eye colour changes sometimes too because of his heterochromia. a true shapeshifter.

[scapegrace74-blog]

Ginger Snap, Chapter 2

A/N I am breaking probably the only rule I gave myself when I started writing fanfic, which was Don’t Ever Post a WIP.  But lord knows I’m not immune to peer pressure and the narcotic that is reader feedback, so here it is, the second chapter of what is now an open-ended modern AU story about Jamie the Chef and Claire the Kitchen Disaster.  Still a first person Claire POV, so I apologize in advance for any stray pronouns.

For the first chapter, I recommend reading it on Ao3, since I’ve made some minor edits since I first posted it on Tumblr.  See above re. not planning on posting a WIP.

Oh, and funny story.  When I decided to check the location of the real Ginger Snap catering company in Edinburgh, it was squished between “FrazersOnline” and “McKenzie Flooring”.  If that’s not kismet, I don’t know what is.  The location I describe below, however, is based on a catering venue here in Ottawa called Urban Element, where I’ve attended a few team-building events.  I have yet to set anything on fire, though.

I checked my phone for the third time, confirming I wasn’t lost.  

Frank and I moved to Edinburgh over the summer, just in time for him to start his position as Associate Professor of History at the University of Edinburgh. Despite our years spent in America, neither of us cared overmuch for driving, so we chose a flat (or rather, Frank chose a flat and I concurred) not far from campus.  Therefore, this was the first time I’d ventured as far afield as Leith, a maritime enclave just to the north of the capital that couldn’t seem to decide if it wanted to be grittily working class or artistically hip. 

When I finally reached the address, I had to smile.  No main street pretensions or non-descript commercial frontage for Ginger Snap Catering.  Before me stood a two-story red brick fire station, still emblazoned with the crest of the Scottish Fire and Rescue Services.  The two massive truck bays were now enclosed by see-through doors that could be drawn back on a sunny day.  Through these a warm yellow light could be seen, spilling onto the grey, damp pavement.

A petite woman with dark hair manned the small reception area, a red-haired toddler clinging to her like a marsupial.  She held a phone to one ear while simultaneously pacing the polished concrete floor.  I stood as unobtrusively as possible near the door, but in such an open space it was impossible not to overhear her side of the conversation.

“... they willna take ‘im back until ‘is fever goes down...  aye, an hour ago when I picked him up but it hasn’t... nay, i dinna think it’s... tis jus’ terrible timing with two weddings t’morrow... Could ye?  Och, I owe ye Mrs. Fitz, a million times o’er... Anytime, we’ll be here.  Alright, soon.”

The speaker turned to me, the harried look of a working mother sharpening her already honed features.

“I apologize fer keeping ye waiting.  What can I do fer ye t’day?”

Before I could respond, the young boy, probably no older than two, began to fuss, rubbing his flushed cheek against his mother’s shoulder.

“Och, mo ghille, Mam kens ye’re poorly.  Mrs. Fitz is coming as fast as she may.”

Unable to quell my instinct to diagnose and then cure, I spoke up.  

“I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation.  Based on his age and the way he’s holding his head, it may be an ear infection.”  At the woman’s penetrating look, I hastened to explain: “I’m a doctor.  Would you mind if I took a closer look?”

Permission granted, I carefully palpated the boy under the jaw and peered as best I could without an otoscope into the offending ear canal.  Confident in my diagnosis, I recommended treatment with a warm compress, an over-the-counter analgesic ear drop, and children’s paracetamol to control his fever.  If, after twenty-four hours the symptoms had not improved, they could consider seeing his pediatrician for antibiotics, but these were only truly necessary for a persistent infection.

“Och, ye ‘ave no idea what a relief it is tae hear ye say so, lass.  He’s my first bairn, ye ken, an’ I can ne’er tell if I’m over-reacting or being negligent.   Can ye say thank ye tae the nice doctor, Wee Jamie?”

My stomach jumped.  “Wee Jamie?  Is he related by chance to Jamie Fraser?”

“Aye, tis his nephew.  I’m Jamie’s sister, Jenny.  Ye ken my brother, then?”

The pieces fell into place, and my insides settled.

“We’ve spoken before,” I explained.  “I’m Claire Beauchamp.  You and your brother helped me with a dinner party emergency last Tuesday.  I came to return your market bags, and to thank you again for coming to my aid during my hour of need.”

Jenny and I spoke for another ten minutes, sharing the superficial narratives of two strangers brought together by circumstance.  She was warm and thistly by turns, and I felt a longing for the honesty of female friendship that I’d given up when we left Boston.  Eventually a matronly woman arrived to collect Wee Jamie.  I carefully wrote down the exact names and dosages of my prescribed remedy.

After Mrs. Fitz and Wee Jamie had left, it occurred to me that Jenny needed to get back to work.  I’d accomplished what I’d set out to do, even if I hadn’t thanked Jamie himself.   As I began to make my goodbyes, however, Jenny interjected. “If ye’re no’ in a rush, why dinna ye join our afternoon cooking class?  My brother will be demonstrating how tae make quiche.  Tis the least we can do, after ye helped Wee Jamie.”

Which was how I found myself standing behind one of six cooking stations arranged across the fire station’s main area, a bright red apron covering my black slacks and saffron turtleneck.  My impetuous curls were slowly breaking ranks from where I’d slicked them into a bun that morning.  I worried I looked like a human Pez dispenser.

I glanced at the workstation immediately to my left.  A slight woman who I guessed to be roughly my own age was engrossed in her phone, a cheeky smirk playing on her berried lips.  Her strawberry blond hair was swept into an effortless chignon that made me twitch with envy.  She looked up from her screen and caught me looking her way.

“Geillis Duncan,” she said, offering a well-manicured hand.

“Claire Beauchamp.  Pleased to meet you.”

“Is it yer first time taking a class, Claire?”  At my nod, she leaned in and whispered conspiratorially: “Ye’re in for a treat.”

Before I could enquire what she meant, a murmur amongst the other students (all women, save one) was accompanied by the heavy tread of work boots on polished concrete and a familiar Scottish burr.

“Good afternoon, everyone.  Thank ye fer joining me on this dreich Scottish day.  I ken a few of ye are new, so let’s start with a brief overview of yer stations and some basic safety reminders, before we tackle the quiche.”

Today Jamie was wearing a pair of olive pants that tapered down his endless legs and a technical shirt that clung valiantly to his upper body.  He looked like he’d just stepped off the nearest rock climbing pitch.  I wondered if he owned anything that answered to the name of a professional wardrobe, but I couldn’t deny that he looked impressive, in an athleisure sort of way.

“See what I mean?” Geillis hissed at me as Jamie made his way to the front of the hall, speaking now about optimal burner temperatures.  “That man is a dozen kinds of yes.”

I concentrated on each step of the ostensibly simple recipe.  Pie crust had been the previous week’s assignment, so I had only to blind bake the prepared dough already at my workstation.  Once I had the crust centered exactly in the pie pan, pierced with a fork in orderly rows and placed in the oven, I rushed to catch up with the others.  I’d missed Jamie’s instructions regarding pan frying the bacon, so I increased the flame, thinking I could make up a little time.  The fatty meat crackled pleasingly as I set it in the lightly greased pan.  I was inordinately proud of myself.

Things went very badly, very fast.  First, my eyes wouldn’t stop watering as I meticulously peeled then dissected the onion into near-transparent crescents. Tears obscured my vision and I tried to wipe them away without contaminating my hands.  To my left I could make out Geillis skillfully cracking eggs into a glass bowl, her pie crust already elegantly filled with crispy morsels of bacon and caramelized onion bits.  

A vague sense of having forgotten something important tickled my mind.  My pie crust!  Grabbing a silicone glove (I wasn’t making that mistake twice) I rushed to the wall oven and extracted the pan.  Giddy with relief, I saw the dough was only a little dark around the edges.  

Before I could return victorious to my station, Jamie uttered a Scottish noise of alarm from his vantage at the front of the class.   We both rushed across the room to where my rashers of bacon now resembled blackened shoe laces obscured by a heavy veil of smoke.  With practiced ease, Jamie lifted the entire skillet into the adjacent sink and turned on the cold water.  A cloud of steam enveloped his head, highlighting his auburn curls.  I bit my lip as he looked my way in amusement.

“I hope ye werena planning on serving quiche to yer faculty guests t’night, Ms. Beauchamp?”

I stood meekly next to Geillis for the remainder of the class, no longer trusted around open flame without adult supervision.   She graciously allowed me to extract her quiche when it was done baking.  It looked like a magazine cover.  Meanwhile, my workstation looked like the scene of an industrial accident.

While we were waiting for her quiche to cook, Geillis and I got to know each other a little better.  She was a Highland lass from up near Inverness.  Married to a wealthy older man, her life sounded like an endless quest for diversion.  Despite this, or because of it, she had a sharp-witted frankness that I appreciated.  She was also a hard-core gossip.

“Wee besom,” she remarked with a nod towards a blond girl who was currently monopolizing Jamie’s attention with endless questions punctuated by manufactured giggles and flicks of her pin-straight hair.  “Tha’s Laoghaire Mackenzie of the Mackenzie brewing dynasty.  They’ve a live-in cook, so there’s only one reason she attends these classes, and it isna for the quiche.”

I watched Jamie laugh over something the girl said, mineral eyes alight and his perfect white teeth on display.  I suppose I couldn’t blame her.  I wasn’t here for the quiche either.

The interminable ninety minute lesson finally ended.  I thanked Geillis profusely and we exchanged numbers before she rushed off for her reiki treatment.  Gathering my trench coat and purse, I tried to slink away without calling any further attention to myself.

“Ms. Beauchamp!”

I cursed under my breath, then turned to face him.

“Please, call me Claire.  After I nearly burned down your place of business, we should probably be on a first name basis.”

Jamie chuckled. It sounded more natural and lived-in than his earlier response to Laoghaire, but I was likely fooling myself.

“Och, wha’s a cooking demonstration wi’out a wee bit of drama.  Will ye be joining us next week?  We’ll be making ceviche, sae I willna need tae put the fire brigade on stand-by.”

“Bastard,” I replied to his cheeky smirk.  “Alas, I don’t think I’m cut out to be a cook.  It appears to be the one science I can’t master.”

“Cooking isna a science, Claire,” he explained with sincere intensity.  “Tis an art.  Perhaps tha’s the root of yer struggle.”

“Perhaps it is.  But in that case, I may as well give up now.  I haven’t an artistic bone in my body.”

His languorous perusal of said body lit a different kind of flame in my belly.  Geillis was right; he really was a dozen kinds of yes.

“I canna say as I agree.  Come back any time if ye’d like tae try again.”

I blushed, thoroughly discomfited by his blatant flirting.  He knew about Frank.  He’d fled from him onto my fire escape, for Christ’s sake!  Maybe when you looked like James Fraser, every interaction with a woman was merely a chance to hone your craft.  Or maybe he was truly ignorant of his effect.

“I’ll take that under advisement.  Thank you again, Jamie.”

“Until the next time, Arsonist.”

[necros-writing-stuff]

How do you think the love interests look ?

Oh man this changes from time to time, but currently I see them like:

Alex to me has that strawberry blonde kind of ginger. Fem Alex keeps it in a braid, masc Alex can let his get pretty long before he cuts it at time. Probably about 5ft10, with some toned muscles. A bit stocky in terms of physique, which is very useful for being on a farm. Their face is round in shape, they have freckles that run down their neck and spread across their shoulders. When they blush, it's a full body blush. Bright blue eyes, their eyes have a happy look to them. Skin has a nice tan to it, classic farmers tan though. Mostly dressed in work clothes (overalls, boots, shirts etc).

Avery has very well groomed, slightly greying hair. It's is always done in a professional way. Eyeliner sharper than Kylar's knives. In order to keep themselves as presentable as possible, you'll find them at the gym at least three times a week. They have a four pack, lean muscles. Probably about 6ft2, with their face having more angular features. Their eyes look almost cruel at times with an Amber colour to them. Could see them as having south Asian heritage. Typically in all black suits (pencil skirts for fem) and doesn't know what the word casual means.

Black Wolf is, well, covered in black fur. Hair is very unruly and long, could use some grooming. Tall and built (since they have best food privilege). I'm thinking they might be around 6ft4. Extremely intimidating gaze, their yellow eyes just pierce right into you in a way that makes you think they can tell how scared you are (they can).

Eden I see as rugged. Their hair is brown, left in a messy wolf-cut kind of mullet. Will use a headband to push the fringe out of their eyes if they can't be bothered to cut it. About 6ft4, and they're fucking ripped. Covered in scars, has a snail trail and masc Eden has some hair on his chest. He also has some light stubble on his face (even when he shaves in the morning it seems to grow back straight away). They have a scar on their left cheek, and their face is usually set in a scowl. Prominent jaw. Their eyes are brown and look very tired when you catch them in a vulnerable moment. Has a tan to their skin, and usually covered in dirt after a hunt. I do hc them as looking a little like Hugh Dancy and Zach McGowan (especially as Roan). Wears earthy tones, typically wool, fur and leather.

Great Hawk has these almost golden feathers (and hair, in harpy form). Doesnt cut their hair, so it's incredibly long but they groom well. Tall, but lanky at about 6ft5. Very slim form, but its heavily muscled. The talons on their feet are as long and sharp as a kassowary's. Eyes are golden brown. Another LI with very angular features.

Kylar has their black hair in a very mop like form. Short king/queen, about 5ft3. This gamer has a squishy tummy! They spend all of their time drawing and playing games, no way do they have toned muscles. Makes them very scrappy in a fight. Their green eyes are wide, kind of like Elijah Woods eyes. Makes them look even more youthful than they already do. Very soft skin, too. I'm thinking Caribbean descent? Lives in a black hoodie and sweats, but I can't decide if they're converse or vans.

Robin is very boy/girl next door. For male Robin, go look up Alex Pettyfer in Storm Chaser, thats him. Fem Robin keeps her hair at her shoulders, no fringe. Hair is pretty straight and dirty blonde. About 5ft8. Has a fairly average body type, you can feel some muscle and there's pudge, but they don't put much more effort in to their physique. More of a square face shape. Likes wearing bright colours.

Whitney is vain. Sandy blonde, has the signature over the eye fringe. Masc Whitney has an undercut, fem keeps hers in a messy ponytail. About 5ft11 (says they're 6ft), very athletic body type that they try to maintain as much as possible. Very quick. Has a diamond face shape, brown eyes. Looks kind when they aren't glaring (which the do most of the time). Very full lips. Paler skin, burns pretty easily in the sun. Multiple ear piercings. Sense of fashion is very messy on purpose. Wears a chain around their neck at times. And I mean a real chain, not a cheap jewelry one. Its heavy and has been used as a weapon.

[depressedacadamia]

I couldn’t tell!

Word count: 2.1K

Summary: Solangelo one-shot! It started when a Will bought Nico the wrong coloured clothes.

Warnings: Nothing much, just some kissing at the end and solangelo being dorks.

A/N: okay, so this picture does not make sense now but once you finish reading this, it will. This was based off of this post so thanks for @didnt-want-to-be-a-halfblood for the inspiration. I meant to say that Will has tritanomaly not tritanopia- tritanomaly is a kind of blue/yellow colour blindness. I hope yall enjoy and make sure you comment, like, reblog and all that jazz. <3 from moi!

“Uh, Will- I asked for navy, not… camo green?” Nico raised the t-shirt in front of him, his nose wrinkled as if the colour offended him in any way. Now that Nico thought about it, most of the clothes in the shopping bag were a similar colour, looking as if Will was trying to send him off to the army.

“What are you talking about?” Will whipped his head towards Nico, his blond hair following him. Nico pointed to the vast sea of green covering his bed- almost all the clothes were green and there were even some yellow ones in there.

“The clothes, they’re all the wrong colour?” Nico repeated. Cabin 13, for once, was brightly lit, so Nico could prove his point that his clothes were the wrong colour. Camo green jackets, yellow bracelets and nail polishes and only a few navy t-shirts.

“You asked me for some navy stuff,” Will spoke slowly before picking the camo green jacket. “This is navy, just like you asked.”

Nico couldn’t tell if he was meant to laugh or scoff at the statement. Was this a prank? Surely Travis and Conner were right around the corner with a camera filming the entire thing. Perhaps Will was working alone and this was supposed to be some initiation for his birthday- after all, it was right around the corner.

“Will, everything here is green…” Nico picked up the yellow bracelet. “And this is yellow.”

Will’s face bore true and utter confusion. The jacket was navy, just like Nico wanted. He had bought the red bracelet and nail polish for Nico because he thought he could do with some colour and since he refused to wear any clothing of colour, he thought perhaps some red nails would give him a fun look. Will couldn’t see Nico’s problem- it wasn’t like he had bought neon green eyeliner.

“No. It’s not. That’s red,” Will said, his voice on the verge of confusion.

“This is yellow,” Nico’s voice wobbled, also on the verge of laughter. He shook the bracelet in Will’s face. “Will, you dork, stop it with the jokes. It’s yellow.”

Will frowned, his eyebrows creasing and eyes quinting hard at the object. He looked at the clothes strewn across Nico’s bed. What was Nico talking about?

“Nico, I’m not joking- are you sure your lack of sleep hasn’t finally caught up to you?”

“Are you insinuating that my lack of sleep will one day catch up to me?”

“I’m insinuating that your lack of sleep may have altered the way you see things.”

“Are you calling me blind?” Nico’s voice echoed with mock outrage.

“I’m calling you colour blind,” Will pointed to the masses of clothes, accessories and makeup across Nico’s room. Nico raised his eyebrow at the statement. His room was quite monotonous- black covering almost every inch of the walls- the only streams of colour peeking through being the white duvet sheets, the mirror hanging on his wall and Will’s terrible fashion sense. Will may have been cute but boy did he not know how to dress. From his bright orange Camp Half Blood t-shirt to his green zip up hoodie he was wearing. But Nico didn’t care- Nico thought Will looked cute in his clothes.

On the Night of Halloween.

“Will, where is the hair dye you were talking about?” Piper yelled as she went through his belongings, trying to find the box of platinum blond hair dye that Will had been telling her about earlier. He was planning on being Draco Malfoy, because Nico told he couldn’t pull it off, besides- Will had always appreciated snakes; something about the elegant way snakes would move always captured his eye.

“Uh, it should be in the shopping bag!” He called out as he scrambled about to check the time. Piper shoved her hand in the bag, rummaging around until her fingers glided across a box like shape. She pulled it out and immediately frowned at the box.

“Uh.. Will, this is strawberry blonde?” Piper asked questiongly as she looked at the colour of the hair dye label.

“What! No, no, I could have sworn I got platinum blond, I even looked at the little box which shows the hair colour!” Will began to panic as he turned towards Piper.

“Sorry Will, but this is definitely strawberry blonde. Kinda looks red-ish to me.”

Will reached his hand out to Piper, indicating he wanted to check the box. Shrugging her shoulders, Piper handed it over. Surely, Piper was joking? This would be some funny and long elaborate prank that she was playing on him. As he looked at the colour of the label, he sighed in relief- he was right; he had gotten platinum blond.

“Ha ha Piper, very funny,” Will’s sarcastic drawl took her by surprise and just as she was going to point out that she wasn’t joking, the door clicked open and Nico walked in.

“Where have you two been all day?” Nico asked, his voice suspicious- he was not about to dress up for halloween.

“Preparing.” Will stated bluntly. He took a look at Nico’s confused face before adding. “For the Halloween party.”

Nico groaned and threw his head back. “Of course you were, dorks.”

“Says you,” Will muttered as he started unboxing the hair dye in his hands.

“You’re dying your hair?” Nico said, his voice shocked and slightly bewildered. Will knew how much Nico loved his hair. Nico always compared his blond curls to the sun. How whenever Will would glow, Nico would enjoy basking in the warmth his curls provided as well as his golden skin; the freckles on his skin would stand out and make Nico want to kiss his face even more.

“It’s only temporary and it’s just platinum blond.” Will shrugged as he eyed the contents.

“Will, you’re going to look like Octavian if you dye your hair platinum blond,” Nico complained slightly. Piper nodded with her eyes slightly widening. Will stopped, confused and turned around.

“What do you mean I will look like Octavian if I dye my hair platinum? Octavian had red hair,” Will said incredulously as if it were the most obvious thing ever. Piper and Nico froze, their eyes almost bulging out of their heads as they struggled to contain their laughter. While Nico and Piper obviously respected the dead (Well Nico didn’t always respect them but he fed them happy meals and that's what truly mattered), the idea of Octavian sporting red hair was enough to make them crack up.

“What?” Will asked, his voice innocent and his nose scrunching up.

“Octavian had blond hair- Like Jason’s blond hair!” Piper cried.

“No. Octavian’s hair was red. Jason’s hair is red!”

“Will, what colour do you think your hair is?” Nico asked, his face suddenly very serious.

Will struggled on that question. “Uh.. it’s strawberry. It’s strawberry blonde, kinda ginger sometimes, right?”

Nico lost his composure and fell back, laughing so hard, he could have sworn his ribs were breaking. Will was colour blind and he had no idea as well!

“Sunshine, have you ever considered that you’re colour blind?

“Nico what are you on about?”

“Remember when you bought me green clothes instead of navy? And you said you bought me red nail polish but it was actually yellow?” Nico recalled, his hands resting on his hips, making contact with the sword that was practically glued to his side.

Will did indeed remember these circumstances as it wasn’t the first time someone had called out his lack of knowledge when it came to colours. He had always suspected something to be up with his sight but he would forget to book an appointment and other times, he just was not bothered enough. He had never thought his colour issue had been a big problem.

“I guess that’s happened more than once… anyway, I don’t see why you’re complaining. You’re wearing the bracelet and nail polish right now!” Will argued.

Nico snatched his hands away from view. “Those are not for your eyes, Piper,” he snapped as she turned her eyes to Nico’s hands where the sunflower yellow nail polish along with the yellow bracelet (that indeed had sunflower and sun beads on it) resided.

After plenty of arguing, trick or treating and continuous laughing at the fact that Will thought his hair was red (Nico refused to get over it as he believed Will’s blond hair to be his most prominent feature and the very idea of it being red was ridiculous to him), Will and Nico were resting in Cabin 13, where several candy wrappers were strewn across the room.

Will was sitting on Nico’s bed while Nico sat on the floor below him, in between the gap in his legs. Will was leaning over Nico’s shoulder as he showed him more mythomagic cards. Out of nowhere, Nico reached his arm up, weaved his fingers into Will’s golden locks and pulled. Hard.

“Ouch, jee- no need to pull so hard,” Will tutted as he started to glow. The tug on his head started out as a little joke- Nico had once called Will his personal night light and Will, in return, had said that Nico could tug on his head and he would turn on like a lamp. Will never thought that Nico would actually take him seriously.

Will’s skin was gorgeous, warm and glowy. He remembered once when Will had asked him ‘Why does everyone want to be compared to the sun? People should compare others to the moon because all I do is squint at the sun angrily’ .

At the time, Nico had found it funny- considering Will was a child of Apollo. But as time grew, Nico kept on thinking about the statement and he decided that the beauty of the sun sometimes is overwhelming and yet when it is missing, the entire world falls to despair and depression. It glows and basks everyone in their light and when they’re away people complain. That is what Nico would see about Will- why Will was his personal little sun.

“Wait, Will- does that mean when you glow, you think you’re red?” Nico asked all of a sudden, the intonation in his voice raising like a child.

Will groaned and nodded, embarrassed and annoyed.

“I’m sorry, okay! I couldn’t tell!”

Nico turned his face so he could see Will and sat up on his knees so their heads were at the same level. His lips were so close that his breath tickled Will’s lips and he could practically smell the caramel on his breath. Their lips closed together softly and Will sighed into the kiss, one of his hands moving to cup Nico’s cheek and the other to support his back. He pulled Nico deeper into the kiss, their lips moving passionately against one another. Will’s lips were warm, comforting and tasted like the caramel apple he had eaten earlier. Nico’s hands moved against Will’s face and Nico slowly pulled away from the kiss and started planting small butterfly kisses across Will’s face.

Every freckle, every feature, every inch of skin was blessed under Nico’s soft lips, muttering italian words that Will could only imagine the meaning of. Nico’s touch had no possible words to describe it because Will knew no words in english that could describe the magnitude, beauty and divine power his kisses held. No angel could resist the temptation of sin when Nico was the sinner- his onyx eyes so terrifying and yet so beautiful- he felt like he was looking at shattered glass, glass that had cut oneself over and over again; but the way Nico kissed Will made him believe that even if the glass cut him a thousand times, the way Nico kissed him would heal every wound.

The soft hands that cradled Will’s face now were the hands that had caused the death of too many to name. The fingers that grasped the sword and directed such a powerful force of rage now stroked Will’s face softly, holding him. Nico’s aura of pure terror and fear held a bewitching aura- an alluring aura- completely irresistible and filled with desire. He wore the scent of blood and death as if it were his perfume and his eyes so heavenly and yet so shattered, it made Will wonder how anything good can exist without being broken.

“You know I still love you..” Nico muttered. Somehow during the kiss, Nico had climbed up and was now straddling his boyfriend. Will looked up at him in awe. He had no words. He had nothing to say, he was too stunned by the divinity of Nico. So all he did was nod.

“...Even if you do think your hair is red,” Nico added, his lips curling into a smirk. Will threw his head back and groaned. The rest of the night was filled with the echoes of Nico’s laughter.

[chloroformthelittleb4stard]

Family Relations - Part 1

I got some loose inspiration from @were-cheetah-stiles's "The College Years" so if you haven't read that then I highly suggest it! It's very good.

Stiles Stilinski/Witch!Reader with some OFC characteristics thrown in for spice

Summary: Your criminology teacher is acting all kinds of weird, which is the norm, except for the part where his eyes glaze over and he tries to kill someone. Stiles, the hero he is, tries to stop your professor with little avail until he gets some unnoticeable help from you. Stiles seems to find himself with you at the location of multiple attacks, just barely making it out alive. Through the bloodshed feelings, family, and friends mix to create a perfect blend of chaos and calm.

Warnings: Mentions of choking, character injury, implied death of a minor character, EMTs and stitches and such, swearing

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Your hand is aching from the cramps of writing so many notes, your professor going a mile a minute, but making very little sense. You doodle in the margins of your college-ruled journal and stare into space, zoning out and giving up on following your professor's nonsense.

The clock ticked 5 minutes until class was over when your professor went apeshit. He stopped talking all of a sudden, standing straight as a board and looking off into the distance. He started slowly walking up through the students, eyeing each of them as he went by until he got to the row in front of you. He moved down the line until he stopped on a strawberry blonde girl, three seats to your left in the row in front of you. His hands slowly wrapped around her throat and that's when people started screaming.

People tried to pull him off of her but it was like he was glued to her skin, an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. The next tactic that people chose was to flee, they tried running out the doors but they came to see that the doors were in fact stuck and shaking on their hinges, the rattling echoing through the lecture hall. Your attention kept being drawn to a brunette, maybe 5"10 with moles scattered around his skin and eyes the color of amber.

The brunette stood, panicking for a moment like everyone else, but then sprung into action. Launching forwards he grabbed a chair and swung it towards the professor, the item stunning the man but not making him drop his grip. Your professor's attention then turned to him, eyes locking as you saw the man with moles' expression turn fearful. He ran back down to the front of the classroom and the professor followed him, eyes still glazed but now glowing with a green tint.

The man seemed to be struggling in the fight against your professor and since no one else seemed ready to help, you realized you were your classmates' last hope. You didn't want to use it but there wasn't much other choice, you focused your energy and watched as the light fixture above your professor began to swing and crack, sparks of electricity coming from where it meet the ceiling, before it came down in a large crash on top of your professor. You'd forgotten however to push your cute classmate out of the way, and you ran forwards to go check on him while the rest of your class pushed and shoved to get through the doors that were magically opened again now that the would-be murderer was down.

Walking over to the front of the room you saw your brave classmate staring at the ceiling in shock while he was clearly still processing the entire situation.

"You ok there?" Your voice echoed in the now empty room, Stiles' attention coming to rest on you. As he gaped for a moment, his mouth moving with no words, before he managed to regain some confidence.

"I uh, yeah. I mean no! Later! I-" You chuckled as he stuttered, mind moving faster than his mouth could handle and the flitting though of how glad you were that it was this boy's life that you'd saved.

"I'm not ok now but I will be later." He managed to finally articulate. Words falling out of his mouth as he continued to take in your appearance. He had no idea how he'd missed you before but damn had he been missing out. Your legs peaked out from the bottom of your jeans that you'd cuffed, socks with the words 'fuck off' printed on them peaked out from above your worn sneakers, much like his own.

"You really like Star Trek?" He questioned, pointing to your t-shirt. You laughed out loud at that being the first question he asked you, not something to do with your suddenly murderous professor or the seemingly random event of a light fixture falling from the ceiling.

"Yeah, why? You a Star Wars fan or something?" He puffed his chest out as much as he could from his position still sitting on the ground.

"And proud of it." He placed his hands on his hips and beamed as you walked closer to give him help getting up. He limped when he stood, something you noticed immediately and frowned upon realization.

"Did the light falling down injure you?" Your eyes were filled with concern for the man you'd just met, coming to scan his injured leg as he stood in front of you.

"Me? No I'm fine!" He winced as he took a step forward and you rushed to his side to help support him.

"Ok, so I might be a little bit hurt." He smiled shyly at you through his dark lashes, his tongue poking out to lick at his lips while he stared at you.

"Here sit down and I'll take a look." He hobbled over to the nearest chair upon your request, muscles relaxing as he took the pressure off his injured limb. You pulled his jeans up just slightly, exposing the ankle that had a shard of glass stuck in it. Maybe pulling down a lighting fixture wasn't your best idea. You hissed at the sight of the injury causing Stiles to glance down at his ankle, hissing as well at the sight of the glass sticking out from his skin.

"I'm sure someone called 911, an EMT should be here soon." You rolled his jeans back down to cover his injury, already hearing the faint sounds of sirens on campus.

"I'm never going to live this down." He groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. You giggled at the sight and he cracked a smile despite his pain from his pride in making you laugh.

"An FBI agent in training who gets hurt by a light. I'll be a laughing stock." He was over-selling his complaints, he knew he was most likely to receive praise for his actions rather than ridicule, but he liked how you laughed at his dramatics.

"Well..." You paused, realizing that despite being in class with him all year you didn't know the cute stranger's name.

"Stiles." He filled it in for you, smiling again as he held his hand out to shake yours.

"Well Stiles, I think you're a hero. At the very least you're not a coward." You shared a laugh as the sirens got closer and the police and EMT came through the door, interrupting your moment to get to know Stiles more.

The EMT had determined that he'd need to go to a hospital, and having nothing better to do, and wanting to get to know him more, you asked if you could go with.

"Sure, I still need to learn your name." You blushed at the awkward wink he sent you while on the stretcher, being lifted onto the cot that sat in the middle of the vehicle.

You and Stiles made small talk during the trip between his vitals getting checked and the EMT disinfecting his, now stinging, wound. You reached your hand down absentmindedly when Stiles first winced at the disinfectant, and he grabbed it without a second though, squeezing tightly as more anti-bacterials were added to the open wound.

At the hospital he'd had stitches, and you both watched as they removed the small shard of glass from his skin. You'd helped quietly by pushing the glass in the direction of the doctor's hand but Stiles didn't need to know that. After the stitches and a total of three hours later Stiles was discharged and on his way back to campus with you on his arm. He'd had crutches, a precaution, and despite your suggestions he threw them in the trunk of the Uber you'd called and didn't use them at all while walking back to his dorm.

"Well here we are. Room 15, thanks for walking me to my dorm, and for going to the hospital with me, and everything else. Despite the almost-murderer professor, today didn't actually suck that much." You laughed at his statement and waved him goodbye as he limped into his dorm room to an only minutely concerned Scott.

"Who was that?" Scott asked in a sing-song voice as he took the crutches from Stiles' hand without complaint.

"That, was my guardian angel." He slumped along the door, coming to sit on the floor in a haze of your memory.

"Does your guardian angel have a name?" He heard is werewolf friend ask while digging through Stiles' wardrobe for shorts that wouldn't brush against his stitches.

"Her name is Y/n and she was with me at the hospital the whole time. Scott she's awesome, you have to meet her." He stood up gently, stumbling over to his bed to change from his blue jeans to the basketball shorts that Scott had pulled out for him, per doctor's request.

Scott rolled his eyes at his best friend's romantic nature, knowing it was probably just being there for him in a crisis that made you so attractive to Stiles. Scott didn't get a look at you, meaning he had only the basis of what Stiles' personal preferences were for figuring out what you looked like. He assumed you looked similar to a familiar ginger that had broken up with Stiles not long ago, he was wrong.

[missypawz]

"we can talk over dinner" pls 🥺👉👈

Petra loved talking to Levi, he was an interesting man, sometimes he didn't say much back but Petra would always see the way his expression changed a little, the look of amusement or the way his eyes would light up when he was interested in something, not everyone picked up on that.

She especially liked to talk to him about things she was passionate about, or even just how the horses were in the stable earlier in the day, he always listened, but today he had to cut their chit chat short, damn Eyebrows and his stupid meetings that he always organised.

"You know- I just went to feed the horses, yours was doing well, I made sure to give her a carrot, she's a good girl." Petra smiled happily, she began telling Levi about the rest of her day too and even her plans for tommorow - he was surprised she always had everything so planned out all the time.

"Petra, I have a meeting."

"Right now-? You better stop talking to me then- or me stop talking to you haha, either way you shouldn't be late." She smiled, rubbing the back of her neck.

Levi hummed but he stayed back for a second, as if thinking something through before he said it. Petra waited patiently, giving him that warm look that he adored.

"We can talk over dinner."

"Dinner-? Are you uh.." She trailed off, not wanting to seem too enthusiastic and embarrass herself incase she had this all wrong.

"Yes, I'm asking you out for dinner, I'll be at your room at 6."

She was a little shocked, that came out of nowhere, she certainly welcomed it though.

Her mind was already running at a million miles a minute, wondering what she would wear, she was already so excited.

"Don't be late." He ruffled her ginger locks and then started to head towards the meeting room, his own face burning up a little bit because he had actually done that. Finally, after he had wanted to get it out for ages. Now, just for it all to go well.

Petra had already hurried back to the barracks, first thing she did was tell Nifa, the other girl was very impressed.

In the end she settled with a baby blue dress, it fell down just to her knees and had some frills on the edges, it was pretty, she'd never had the chance to wear it either, she supposed that was just how it was as a soldier.

"You think he'll like it?" She asked, twirling while looking at the mirror.

"Petra, he'd love you in anything, don't be silly." Nifa smiled, ruffling her hair up affectionately.

"We'll see, thank you for the help." The strawberry blonde grinned, flattening her hair where Nifa had just messed it up.

"You know you're seriously early, you really are eager Petra, well no shame in that I suppose." She patted her shoulder and grinned, sitting her down on the bed to chat until she heard a knock on her door.

"Now go get him-" she pushed Petra up, giving her a thumbs up and a wide smile. Petra opened the door, leaving the grinning Nifa behind her. "Hey Captain- you look handsome.."

"And you...look very beautiful." He said, trying to process the words properly and get them out without messing up. He was horrible with romance.

"Thank you, so..did the meeting go okay?" She asked while closing the door behind her.

"It wasn't overly interesting, same shit as always with the problem of our budget."

"Yeah..we really run low on money, pretty sad when we need more for the things we do- killing titans and all." She walked besides him down the corridor towards outside.

"Yeah, Erwin will figure something out, he always does."

"Of course, so where are we going?" She asked him while they headed out of headquarters towards the town area below.

"..I thought we could get food first, then..We'll just go from there..Maybe look around a bit.." he didn't really know what to do, he had a few ideas but didn't know if they were too soppy, either way, he was sure Petra wouldn't mind the cheesiness of the whole thing.

The captain managed to find a pretty nice restaurant, it wasn't too busy and was quite small, but he preferred it over some busy and noisy place where there were families and kids screaming. They walked down and into the restaurant and found a table, Petra found this whole thing adorable and just great, she never knew he would ask her to a nice restaurant, the place had a good menu too.

They both decided on what they were going to order and got their food, not only did the food look good but it tasted amazing too, Petra wondered why she had never been here before. While talking Levi had said he was going to pay, which straight away Petra disagreed with, saying they should split it.

"Levi we should split it."

"Hey, I asked you on this date."

"Of course but we should still split-" she offered and he shook his head, being stubborn as always.

"You pay for the next one if it'll make you happy, I'm paying for this one."

They finished off their food with Petra chatting about things as Levi just enjoyed listening to her voice.

"That was really nice." Petra smiled and Levi nodded in agreement before getting money out and giving it to the waiter.

"I'm excited for what is next though..if you do want to do anything else of course.." she said as they both got up to head onto the next part of the date.

"Of course, I don't want this to end, so come on." He walked out of the restaurant with her and they began their way to a little spot that Levi had found a while back, it was a small hill that was covered in little flowers were there was a perfect view of the stars, he always loved the stars and he wanted to look at them with Petra.

He lead the way and sat down at the top of the hill before putting his jacket down for them, noting he would definitely need to wash that later.

"You get a nice view of the stars here.." The captain said while looking up towards the sky.

Petra sat down and smoothed her dress down before joining him, looking at the night sky that was covered in stars with a wide smile.

"It's beautiful."

"It is..the stars are nice to look at." He said and put his hand near Petra's.

"Definitey.." she moved her hand too and ended up nearly putting her hand on his, she looked at him and he just kept her hand where it was on his own, liking the feeling.

"You know this is perfect right? A perfect date." She said as she leaned against him a little, feeling him warm in the chilly night weather.

"If you would join me on another date..I'm sure it will be even more perfect than this one."

"Of course I will, that's an offer I'll never turn down." She grinned and kissed the Captains cheek.

"Thank you, Captain."

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Ahhh so soft <3 I decided to add on the date aswell, it needed it just to complete the fluff

Thank you for the request and hopefully you like it 🥰💕