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[jendoe]

@indorilnerevarine asked: 💕 + raul and iryna

[rachalixie]

my love, mine all mine

a/n: happy valentine's my angel @astraystayyh and my star @forlix <333 (this is not my best work but be kind to me i wrote it in a rush because i wanted it to be READY FOR YOU TODAY)

hyunjin setting up the perfect valentine's day for you

warnings: fem!reader, 2.3k

genre: fluff, est. relationship

you wake up on valentine’s day the same as you do any other day - a little grumpy, a lot tired, and above all wanting to close your eyes for just a few more minutes. 

it takes you longer to admit to drag yourself into the shower and get dressed, but you give yourself credit for doing it before noon; you weren’t a morning person by nature. 

you didn’t feel any particular way about valentine’s day - you’ve never had a valentine, never been in a serious enough relationship to where you felt it needed to be celebrated. you had whispered this to hyunjin a few days ago, cuddled into his chest at night, but beyond that you hadn’t really thought about it much. 

it seems that hyunjin had, though, seeing as your living room floor was covered in red rose petals. a single, small. pink gift bag sat on the coffee table and you couldn’t help the jaw-aching smile that you were wearing. there was no sign that he was still there, his shoes were absent at the door and the absent-minded humming he habited wasn’t reaching your ears. he must have used the spare key to come in and set this up before work, and the idea of him coming over to do this and letting you sleep in on your day off was so sweet you thought you might get a toothache from it. 

you walk to the center of the room to open the gift, on your tiptoes to avoid stepping on the sweet smelling petals scattered on the carpet. your mouth drops into an O shape when a single piece of paper is revealed at the bottom of the bag. 

put these coordinates into your maps, it reads, and you frown in confusion. you do it, and an address pops up that you’ve never seen before. you assume he wants you to go there, but why? he was at work, wasn’t he?

your short walk there leads you to a coffee shop just a few blocks away from your apartment, a small family-owned one that you had been meaning to try for weeks. it’s cozy, with paper hearts and flowers decorating the place and chalkboard menus advertising sweet sounding valentine’s lattes. 

“this is for you,” the server at the counter tells you as you approach to order, holding out a paper cup and a neatly folded paper bag. you take the items from her, inspecting them carefully. the cup has earl gray tea latte scrawled onto its side, and the bag contains a mouth-watering pastry dotted with bits of almond and chocolate. what is this?

“how much do i owe…?” you look back up at the server as she turns to return to stocking the pastry case, and her ponytail swishes as she faces you. 

“it’s taken care of,” she winks at you, smiling. “someone really loves you, huh?”

“yeah,” your heart swells as you take a seat in the corner of the shop to enjoy your breakfast. “he does.”

you sip on your tea slowly, people watching as the thought of hyunjin rushing here after stopping at your place to give them your order warming you from the inside out. an elderly couple comes in next, hand in hand as they place an order. a young man stops by, holding a bouquet of flowers and blushing as he asks for two strawberry-chocolate mochas. 

several people later, you stand up to recycle the cup and empty paper bag, walking out the door as you take your phone out to send hyunjin an aggressive thank-you text.

“wait!” the server calls after you, and you stop in your steps as she jogs to catch up with you. “i forgot to give you this.”

she stretches her hand out towards you, a small gift bag identical to the one you’d found in your apartment dangling off of her fingers. 

“oh, thank you,” you say, blinking at the bag as she disappears almost as quickly as she came. 

get in the car, it reads. you glance up just as a sleek black sedan pulls up next to you, the tinted passenger side window rolling down to reveal seungmin. 

“what is this?” you pop your head into the window, sending a glare at him as if that would make him talk. if there is anyone who will keep a secret to the death, it’s kim seungmin. 

“the note says to get in the car,” he rolls his eyes, unlocking the door so you could slide in next to him. “we don’t want to be late.”

“late to what?” you ask, but he ignores you in favor of turning the music up. it’s playing a song from your favorite artist, one that you know seungmin doesn’t listen to. 

he rolls the car to a stop on a familiar street downtown and he finally smiles at you as he unlocks the doors again. 

“we’re here,” he says, then exits the car to hop around to your side to open the door for you. “enjoy the rest of your day, madam.”

“what a gentleman,” you tease him, taking his hand as he helps you out of the car. 

“for the woman of honor? it’s my pleasure,” before you could ask him what he meant by honor, he’s hopping back into his car and driving off. 

this is weird. right?

he had dropped you off right in front of your regular nail salon. as you’re waiting by the door, conflicted over whether you should go in or not, one of the technicians opens the door, waving at you to come in. 

“hi,” you greet her, “i was, well. driven here? but i don’t have an appointment.”

“of course you have an appointment,” she grins, white teeth flashing at you. “for right now. come right this way!”

she leads you to a chair, and your favorite tech exits out the staff room in the back and sits across the table from you. 

“hi beautiful,” she says, and the familiarity of her tampers down the overwhelming feeling that had been creeping up on you. “full set, right? what color?”

“oh, i wasn’t really prepared…” you think of your dwindling bank account and grimace. “maybe just polish? dark red, though.”

“oh don’t worry,” she winks at you before getting her materials set up at the station. “it’s been paid in advance.”

as she gets to work on your nails, you can’t help the all-consuming rush of affection that surges through you. when had hyunjin had time to plan all of this? 

you thank everyone profusely once she’s done, marveling at your new set of nails. you’re not as surprised this time when the girl who had waved you in earlier hands you a small, now familiar gift bag. 

the next stop leads you to a hair salon, one that you’ve never been to if only because it was so expensive. designer products lined the walls for purchase, plush leather seats were placed in front of lit up floor to ceiling mirrors - it was like a palace. 

you’re the only customer there, which surprised you. it was valentine’s day, didn’t others want to get their hair done too? 

you couldn’t complain though, especially when the hair stylist asks you what you wanted done and listened to you with rapt attention. the lack of anyone else there was a welcome surprise. 

the stylist washes your hair, the water she uses somehow the perfect temperature for you. her fingers move in expert motions, relaxing you and making you melt into the chair. 

she walks you over to her station and gets started on blow-drying your wet hair, and man approaches with a basket full of makeup. he wordlessly brushes it on, making gentle swiping motions across your eyelids and cheeks that almost feel like hyunjin’s eyelashes fluttering against your skin. 

they work in amazing synchronization, so in tune with one another that you’re a little overwhelmed by the time they finish. 

“you look divine,” the man compliments, high-fiving the hair stylist over your head. 

“like a princess,” the woman nods, turning you towards the mirror and - oh. you do look amazing, soft waves framing your face and neutral tones accenting your eyes. 

“thank you so much,” you gush, marveling at how the blush and highlight adorning your cheeks turn brighter when you smile. 

“it’s our pleasure,” the makeup artist replies, patting your shoulder. “you were wonderful to work on. come back anytime.”

“let me guess,” you can’t help the smile from leaving your face. “it’s taken care of?”

the man nods as the hair stylist hands you the gift bag you were already expecting. 

this time it tells you to cross the street, and a quick glance shows a small row of shops. there’s a tiny number scribbled on the corner of the slip of paper, and it matches up with the number on top of one of the shops. it was a small boutique, less flashy than any of the places you've been directed to all day. 

this stop is more of a quick affair, a young girl greeting you like she knew you and ushering you into a changing room where a shoe box is waiting on a stool and a garment bag hangs on a hook. you unzip it to reveal a beautiful red dress, flowy fabric falling like waterfalls off of the hanger. 

you put it on and it fits you like a well-worn ring, complimenting your figure like it was tailored specifically for you. the heels are a perfect fit too, and you almost feel like cinderella waiting to meet your prince. the girl is waiting outside when you step out, and you feel the urge to hide from her when she fixes you with a scrutinizing look.

“how do i look?” you ask her, and her face breaks out into a beam towards you. 

“you look phenomenal,” she gushes, twirling you around so she could see every angle. “he chose so well, the dress compliments you perfectly.”

“my clothes?” you turn back to get them, but she stops you with a hand on your elbow. 

“don’t worry about them, they’ll get back to you,” she walks you towards the door. “he’s right next door - don’t be late!”

you take a deep breath as you exit the shop, your fingers wringing together with unexpected nerves. why are you nervous? hyunjin had created the perfect day for you - finally seeing him would be the icing on the perfect cake. you push through the nerves as you push open the door, and you cant help but gasp in wonder when you take in the interior. 

it looks like an abandoned storefront, remodeled to make a whimsical scene. there’s strings of fairy lights lining the brick walls, creeping around green vines that make the space look like something out of a storybook. rose petals, the same ones from this morning, line a trail towards a small table in the center of the room. candles shone on top of it, two glasses of freshly poured wine glinting in the firelight, and next to the table is a man who’s been waiting eagerly. 

it’s hyunjin, standing tall with a deliciously fitted suit framing his body and a single rose held in his hand. you walk towards him, your heels clicking on the floor as you try not to trip in your rush to fall into his arms. 

“you did all this? the whole thing?” you ask, willing the tears to stay in your lids as to not mess up your freshly done makeup. out of all the things you’ve done today, getting to stand in the circle of his arms is by far the best part. 

“of course i did,” he rubs a hand up and down your spine, letting the tips of his fingers trace across the zipper there. “i wanted to make this day perfect.”

“i loved it,” you pull away to look him in the eyes. “i love you. i would have loved it if you showed in sweatpants up with takeout too.”

“i know,” he looks at you with an overwhelming amount of fondness brimming in his eyes. “but you’re special. i wanted to do something that showed you how special you are.”

“you’re a real life prince, did you know that?” you lay a light smack on his chest, so overfilled with happiness that you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“well, if i’m a prince,” he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek, then to your forehead. “then you’re my princess.”

he pulls something out of his pocket and fastens it behind your neck, and you look down as a light weight settles between your collarbones. it’s a necklace, a dainty H hanging off of a chain, a single stone nestled in the middle of the pendant. 

“this is too much,” you pout, much too pleased to actually throw a fuss. you know he loves you, and you know how he loves.

“nothing is too much when it comes to you,” his voice is fragile and honest, and you can’t help but kiss him, giggling when you pull away and he chases after you.

he holds out the chair closest to you and pushes it in for you, dashing to the other side to sit down himself. he drops his hand to the table, upturned with his fingers splayed, and you take the message to intertwine your fingers with his as you take a sip of the sweetest wine that has ever touched your lips. 

he doesn’t let go of your hand for the entire night. 

[flashnthunder]

Miscellaneous tag game

@grumpy-liebgott and @sharkboyandlavalieb tagged me <333 and i am of course a million years late

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

inside the us i would say maine, i love the ocean/forest combo it's got going on

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

coauthoring several medical research papers as an undergrad, which is like my one and only flex and it's a nerdy one

Favorite books?

new hampshire- robert frost, the art of being human- michael wesch, ajax- sophocles (yes, only one of these is technically a book ik)

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

it might be cheesy to say music, but music and my friends <3

Favorite thing about your culture?

from the midwest US (so there's not that much), but i was raised very much in borderline appalachia and the older i've gotten the more i've come to appreciate that as part of how i was raised, so i would say quilting! i was taught to quilt by the women in my family and i still cherish the connection to them through that

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

band of brothers in 8th grade, my history teacher would play it for us and i'm pretty sure he used it in place of actually teaching but he was a real one and also a drill sergeant so i don't think anyone argued with his methods

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

have NOT read any BoB books, but i have read most of the ones that inspired the pacific + a shit ton of pacific memoirs in general

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

lip and luz with the dud shell, bull watching out for the younger replacements, the officers in the eagle's nest, and just in general all of episode 8

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

band of brothers, top gun, the pacific (hypothetically), mota now it looks like, way back to my roots would be star trek and also whatever was going on with bandoms in hs that is a dark time

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

oooh idk it changes, but last year i was on an ethan hawke kick- 'adopt a highway' and 'first reformed' are two he's good in (obligatory dead poets society mention ofc)

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." - sarah williams

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

so bad at fun facts uhhh. uh. i am double-jointed in my hands.

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

i have NEVER had a beta reader and i am simply too scared to ask how it works because i'm not sure anyone should have to be subjected to my writing process but!! always willing to give a new thing a shot

Three things that make you smile?

my dog when she stretches in the sun, swimming in a creek in the summer, sitting in the car with my best friend while it rains

Any nicknames you like?

izzy! i have liked it well enough to all but legally make it my real name, other than that izzy-maye from people i'm close with, or iz/izzers when people are in a hurry

List some people you love to see around on tumblr!

@andromeddog art makes me go feral, @mutantmanifesto killer art that is living rent-free in my mind, @ewipandora MWAH you already know you make my day better on here, @onehelluvamarine has me kicking my feet giggling when they're in my notifs, @terresdebrume lovely writing <3

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

foolproof 3 step plan, ready for it? 1- find a good ditch 2- lay down in the ditch 3- just let it happen

idealistically i think i could go chill in the woods for a semi-significant period of time and be alright

Favorite movie?

logan's run (comfort movie, questionable 70s sci-fi), the hunt for red october (always feeling very big feelings on this), arrival, apocalypse now, fury, dead poets society, alexander (like the 4 hours version because im insufferable like that) the old star trek movies

Do you like horror movies?

i love horror movies WITH people you will not catch me watching them on my own, but 100% love love getting to sit on someone's couch and watch one

Tagging:

(no pressure and apologies for any double tagging) @ewipandora @blood-mocha-latte @deputy-buck @lamialamia @blurredcolour @saturnwisteria @staud + anyone i tagged in my answers and forgot to tag down here, or anyone who just wants to do it :)

[justablah56]

TJ anon once again: this is great because it's like writing a multi chapter fic but there's no plot and it's made for a readership of one person

Cass "Hey, if there's no security footage, there's no proof" Swift-Close-Foster-Freeman-Stampler is definitely a bit of a chaos gremlin. She and Lark once almost got arrested for public indecency when she got him to unbutton her shirt in a nightclub. Why? No one really bothered to ask, they were too busy trying to bargain with the police. One of them turned out to be Jodie's old work mates, who let them off.

You know what, this is going to be a clubbing themed ask. Disclaimer: I have never been clubbing. Legally, I cannot

The kiddads, Rebecca, Marco, and Cassandra have gotten kicked out of multiple clubs. At some point, they developed a system to create the wildest night possible, involving when you can start dancing on tables, and the best place to make friends for the night. The answer to the latter is the girls' bathroom. There is always a crying drunk girl in a bathroom, and Cassandra and Rebecca are very skilled at comforting and befriending them. Your boyfriend broke up with you? And he's here with his new girlfriend? Girl, you're so much better than him, we will buy you drinks and hype you up. We have 6 hot men who will dance with you and treat you like a goddamn celebrity for the entire night, let's show that fucker how much you don't need him. And if you're worried about them being weird, two of them are gay and all of them are respectful. Have some discount coupons for Swallows Ice Cream and a random makeover. We will turn a terrible night into one of the best for you.

Certain members of the group have been mistaken for erotic dancers on multiple occasions. No comment as to who. It does mean that they have more money for drinks though.

Cassandra and Nicky will be the ultimate gnc couple. Cass goes in a suit, but one of those more casual ones that have lowcut shirts and a deliberately loose tie. Nicky goes in a crop top and mini skirt with fishnets. They have switched outfits part way through the night without people noticing at least 7 times, because honestly, they would both wear each outfit.

Terry and Lark are usually the sober ones, as Lark is often the designated driver, and Terry just assigns himself designated drunk people wrangler. Since they're also the two who (at the time) are not in a committed romantic relationship, they carefully accumulated embarrassing moments for everyone's weddings, knowing that there was no sufficient retribution.

(Side headcanon that Terry and Lark go on platonic Valentine's dates every year in college/uni. They take lots of photos of Terry being cutesy and couple-y and Lark just being grumpy. Terry Jr always buys him sunflowers for the date, and although he'd never admit it, he keeps them for as long as possible. One year, TJ actually had a girlfriend on Valentine's Day, but he told her he was busy and still went on the date with Lark. She broke up with him after seeing the pictures of them together on social media, which, in retrospect, Terry Jr admits was completely fair)

hello again tj anon !! <3 also , this is great bcs I get soso many hcs and fun storylines that are vaguely connected , all written specifically for me to read and it's absolutely lovely <3333

anyways , the kiddads and co just being the most chaotic clubbers to ever exist <333 they commit enough crimes when they're sober , so it only makes sense they'd commit even more when drunk LMAO but them also just being like . that one story that a bunch of random girls have . just some club cryptids that find random sad girls and then proceed to be the nicest people ever and give them the night of their lives dbnsnsmsm also multiple of them being mistaken for strippers 😭😭 love that for them honestly <3 also glad to see Nicky is continuing Glenn's legacy of having the most gnc "straight" relationship to ever exist <333 them sharing outfits is everything , actually <3333 but lark and terry collecting everyone's embarrassing moments for weddings dbjsnssksk they are so silly <33 it's just the Lark and Terry dynamic !!!! they are the qpps of all time !!!!! and Terry ditching his gf of valentine's for lark 🥺 like yes that sucks for the gf , but Terry and Lark !!!! I love them !!!!!

[ladywaifuuwrites]

Male pillars dealing with the silent treatment

Request: Hi!! Can i request HCs of the male pillars dealing with the silent treatment after they messed up during an argument with their s/o?

A/n: Hiiiii sorry if this took so long. *sighs* I don’t why Tengen’s part made that turn, idk it just popped into my head. 

warnings: implied sex on Tengen’s part just one sentence tbh akdlhdsalhdsjkhfahla

wdyhm will be continued!

Giyuu Tomioka

this man is naturally silent and you’re giving him the silent treatment? 

he will just sigh at you, thinking that it’s normal after an argument and you need time

you want him to show you affection and do the things the boyfriend does when their s/o is mad

Giyuu is clueless asf 

so your situation doesn’t get better, it only gets worse when you think that “Oh hE doEsN’t cArE ABoUt mE” 

will ask other people for help because his relationship is falling apart

then they slap him with the truth and he goes “😮” 

will shower you with the things you want and apologize with his down puppy look

of course he’s cute so you forgive him 

problem solved✔️ now he knows what to do when you give him the silent treatment 

Muichiro Tokito

man is clueless too, does he even know you’re upset after fighting? 

he will be doing his usual lovey dovey things with you but you don’t reciprocate his actions, so he goes ‘????”

A lightbulb clicks beside him and now he knows why you’re acting this way 

becomes secretive to you that upsets you even further

you’re just surprised when he shows you a grand romantic gesture that’s extremely not himself

all negative emotions you harbor towards him is gone at a blink of an eye

mui made all this for you with his time and effort <333

when you first started dating you know he isn’t a fan of grand gestures

but now here he is.

some things do change, especially if its for you💖

Kyojuro Rengoku

wow best boyfriend ever

he knew he messed up the moment you walked out on him

you keep on giving him the silent treatment

and he doesn’t like that one bit

so he does everything he could just to get your affection back 

name it: casual little dates. flowers, things that make you happy, jokes that make you laugh, then you frown because remember? you’re supposed to be upset.

he sees right through you and suddenly tackles you to speak to him 

“Come on baby, don’t do this to me. Speak hmm?” “Kyojuro get off me!!” 

He lets you breathe and you compose yourself with your eyebrows etched together

will pepper you kisses afterwards to make you talk

and you talk it out like the mature couple you are

Tengen Uzui

he’s sad to see you treat him like this :((

but he knows he’s the reason because he’s the one who messed up. man knows his faults 

so he will shower you with affection to make up for the one lost between you two

you’re still annoyed at him tho…..

Tengen tries hard to be the ‘perfect boyfriend’ you said you wanted when you two were still not dating. But being that kind of guy is hard, he’s going to come up to you saying: 

“(Y/n) I’m sorry for the things I’ve said….”

And if you forgive him after that heartfelt apology he made, then everything’s alright.

But if you don’t forgive him……

Then bitch you’re up for some make up sex 

In the end he’s the kind of guy to do anything just to make you look at him again. Tengen cannot live without you.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

pure softie on the inside, don’t get fooled by his looks

when you don’t talk to him with that grumpy face of yours, he also leaves you be for you to cool down. He’s just like Giyuu but more knowledgeable on relationships. 

the silent treatment extends and now he knows whats up.

will come knocking at your door with food and a smile that’s only reserved for you 

i feel like he’s on the lets-talk-this-out side too, so halfway through when you’re leaning onto him again, he will ask you to rant and speak whatever’s bugging your mind

and he will take everything you say into account to improve himself and fix his wrongs.

“Okay I understand, I’m sorry baby.” Sanemi whispers sweet apologies while he kisses your head, and you snuggling in to his warmth.

Expect lots of spoiling and showering of love days after. You giving him the silent treatment has been hell for him even though its just a few days.

Obanai Iguro

he will probably furrow his brows coz “why the fuck is she acting like that?”

another clueless boyfriend moment *sighs* he doesn’t know he messed up. so he will ask you about it, with his hands soothing your arms to coax you into telling him.

unfortunately you don’t budge and just went to sleep, leaving the man to wonder for hours

then it hits him

“shit” 

next day and you wake up to find him, bringing a tray of breakfast to your bed. he kisses your forehead, mumbling apologies about how he was insensitive to your feelings. 

you forgive him of course, seeing how genuine everything he does and say

he learned from this and will make it a mission to not let arguments escalate to the point of you giving him the silent treatment.

he was inwardly panicking that you will break up with him when he received the silent treatment lol.

Gyomei Himejima 

if you try to fight with this man i- you just can’t.

Gyomei is just too pure to hurt with the silent treatment😭 

and if you do decide to be hard-hearted and cold...

he will approach you with a confused look on his face that makes your heart wrench in pain 

“(Y/n)...what did i do wrong? please talk to me.” 

🥺😭

it would probably end with you apologizing and crying for being so petty and mean.

he would apologize for his wrongs too, because he doesn’t want to be met with your harsh coldness. 

he’s one of the most mature guys in kny. he will not let you sleep upset with him. 

again im so sorry for the super late post

[citydreamgrls]

they were roommates - part five

a weasley twins x fem!reader fic

summary: she had nowhere to go, fleeing home to pursue something along the lines of freedom, so being welcomed into the entrepreneurial twins life was a whole world of new experiences waiting to happen.

an: this is crazy that as i’m posting this i’m already past 800 followers, thank you guys so so much !! hope you enjoy this ever growing series <333

words: 4,300

Fred wasn’t being particularly mean with y/n, it was more that he was just avoiding her a lot more than usual. And now she had started noticing, George too, as he started hiding away in his room whenever he got a chance. They had tried asking him to watch a movie after dinner, or go and visit the other shops in the alley, but he would always decline. By now, his claims of tiredness or headaches were getting old and y/n started grilling the other twin about why Freddie wasn’t the same.

“Is he mad about Bill, was it out of line for me to say yes to the date- since i’m living here and all. Oh god, I suppose that would make things awkward if it didn't work out with Bill and I” she rambled on, to which George almost laughed.

He knew it was most likely the opposite. The girl agreeing to date Bill had caused much more tension that she realised. The man knew his twin was just trying to distance himself, if he was hurt by it all, but it was becoming too obvious now.

-

The day before y/n’s date, Ginny had come by to whisk her off to the dress shop, insisting that she must wear something new. George had slipped some money into the girl’s bag when she wasn’t watching, knowing his little sister would try to cover the cost herself.

Fred had been fine, manning the till with his usual cheery persona, almost as if he could only be himself when the girl wasn’t around. George had just about seen enough of it, and decided it was about time they really talked about it.

The last customer had just gone, leaving them in an eerily quiet, as only the sound of people passing by could be heard.

“What’s up with you?” George stated, not wasting any time. His brother barely looked up at him as he tried to busy himself.

“Nothing-” “Leave it out, just tell me.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” He sniffed, rubbing the back of his neck. He wanted to say everything, to spill to his replica about all the pain his own feelings have caused.

But he knew it would end with a harsh, I told you so.

“Then why are you avoiding y/n… if it’s nothing.”

“I’m not avoiding her!” George could see the way his eyes were raw, void of any feeling.

“You refuse to be in the same room as her for more than a few minutes, you don’t even eat with us anymore!”

“I’m just tired a lot, and I’m not really hungry anymore-” He tried to make out that he didn’t understand it either, like he was under some sort of curse.

“I hear you, when you think we’re all asleep, sneak into the kitchen- are you really that desperate to avoid her that you starve yourself until she’s gone.”

Fred hung his head in defeat, finally feeling that blow to his stomach. Because in his mind, yes, he was that desperate to get over her that he would genuinely do anything. Even if it meant hurting himself.

“She’s worried about you Freddie,” George came over, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder, showing more concern than anger. That was all it took for him to crack.

“I can’t stop it, I can’t not want her anymore- I’m trying George, I r-really am.” His voice wavered, like he was tired of keeping it down all this time.

“Then tell her, don’t just-” “I can’t get in their way George, it’s wrong.” He sighed.

“But you cou-”

“If she likes Bill, which she must do to some extent, then who am I to stand in their way?”

The two brothers stood in the dimming shop, the sun’s light going down over the alley outside. Fred was spent of emotion, having had enough nights of crying to last him a lifetime. George knew he was right, that trying to get between Bill and y/n would only make him the bad guy, but it hurt to see him this hurt by a girl.

“This is all I can do, just take a step back and let it happen.”

“And what about you? When do you start being yourself again?” George asked. “When it stops hurting.”

-

As the girl returned to the loft; Fred, on cue, disappeared to his room and didn’t come out until later that night when they were all asleep. It was late, as the girl had been particularly excited about the next day and stayed up chatting with George.

She had gushed over her new dress, exclaiming how her and Ginny’s taste were so similar that the whole day had been perfect.

“I think she wants to teach me how to ride a broom, but I’m not sure I’d have any sort of instincts for it.” The girl had laughed.

“Maybe let us show you how instead, Ginny can get a bit brutal on a broom, and we need you in one piece.” The girl fell back into the sofa, George’s outstretched arms enveloping her in a tight squeeze.

“What’s up chick?” He asked, feeling her sink back a little.

“He’s still mad isn’t he?” Her voice was hushed as she looked up at Freddie’s bedroom door. “That’s why he keeps hiding,” “He’s grumpy- that’s all.” George lied, knowing his brother could look past the insult just this once, for her sake.

“It’s my fault isn’t it?”

“Of course no-” “Has he said anything to you?” She pleaded, her eyes longing to know the truth as she finally turned to look up at him.

The man wasn’t sure what to tell her, and it was hard enough to lie already.

“Yes.” He decided on. “But it’s all gonna be okay, you don’t need to worry.” The girl nodded along, not quite convinced with his answer but satisfied that he wasn’t going to elaborate just yet. So she got up, gave him a quick hug, and excused herself to bed with the reasoning that they had yet another long shift before her date tomorrow.

George just smiled, watching the girl leave, and looked up at Fred’s door when he heard a quiet click. The man stood behind it, warily watching down on the loft.

“She’s gone.” He told her, “You can come down.” Fred nodded, padding down the small set of steps, and stopping in front of his brother awkwardly.

“You want something to eat? I made enough for you, it’s in the fridge.” He asked him, to which the other twin just shook his head, understandably not up for a chat this evening.

“I- I was gonna go for a walk.” He struggled out, with a hoarse voice.

“Now? Isn’t it a bit late?”

“Only around the alley, I won’t be long.”

George just nodded, there was no point stopping him, so he watched him grab a jacket and head out of the loft to the shop floor. His footsteps were careful and quiet, as he tried not to draw the girl’s attention as she laid in her room alone.

-

Fred enjoyed the air, he now realised, more so at night as he wandered through the deserted alley alone. It was cold, freezing almost, which made him shudder even though he’d pulled on the thickest coat he owned.

The loft was becoming like a prison for him, one he’d put himself in, as he confined himself to the four walls of his room every evening. George’s words from earlier that day played through his mind, one bit sticking out uncontrollably, as hard as he tried to ignore it.

She’s worried about you freddie

Was the girl really worried about him? He wanted nothing more than to be fine, even if it was for her, he wanted to reassure her that nothing was wrong. But Freddie didn’t want to lie to the one girl he truly loved.

He couldn’t hear anyone nearby, but the man couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched somehow. He stayed alert, looking down every passageway he followed until he was sure that it was purely paranoia.

By the time he got home, he had been expecting no one awake with the hopes that he could slip back up to bed unnoticed. But her light was on, he could see so the second he stepped back into the shop. The door behind him made a noise as it shut, making him jump.

Fred moved quickly, grabbing his keys and locking it so he could be gone before she came to see what was going on. He heard her voice call out as he passed by her room, a gentle and questioning tone, but he just ignored it and started up the stairs praying that he hadn’t scared her at all.

When he finally got into bed his heart was racing, louder than any faint noise that was made throughout the loft, his eyes staring up at the ceiling as he tried to calm himself down. All the while his head reminded him of how much of a wimp he was being.

The small burst of adrenaline tired him out, the second he closed his eyes all of his worries were forgotten. He forgot about her, he forgot about Bill, he forgot about the shop, but most of all he forgot about the wards that he hadn’t set when he came back in.

-

The jolt scared Fred awake.

“Hey!” George hissed above him, a hand on his shoulder. For a second he thought he’d been woken up in the middle of a nightmare, sweaty and breathing heavily.

A smashing noise from the shop caught both of their attention, the half-asleep man now well awake and reaching for his.

“Someone's downstairs!” George exclaimed, still in a hushed tone, wasting no time heading out into the living room. Fred grabbed a shirt and pulled it on, following his brother without hesitation.

They opened the loft door carefully, moving slowly as not to alert the intruders.

“What about y/n?” Fred asked, the girl momentarily slipping his brother’s mind as they stood at the top of the stairs.

A blood-curdling scream sounded. That was it, before George could even react to the sound, Fred was pushing past him, running down the stairs with reckless abandon. He didn’t care who was down there, or what they were capable of doing. She was alone, she needed them.

“FRED!” George shouted after him, following him down to the shop just in time to see his brother dodge a curse from someone else hiding behind a shelf as he raced to y/n’s bedroom. He brandished his own wand, aiming it at wherever the spark had flown from, and saw movement.

“Locomotor mortis!” He cried out, hearing the stranger’s body slam to the ground as his legs bound together. Another figure rushed past his peripheral vision, leaving it unsure as to how many assailants Fred had left him to deal with.

“Fred come here, there’s more!” He tried, but knew his brother was tied up with the girl.

“Y/n!” Fred shouted as he entered her bedroom, praying he’d made it in time. She sat upon her bed, still dressed in her pyjamas, with a man holding her down. His hand was placed over her mouth, her muffled screams useless as she writhed beneath his hold.

“Let her go!” He demanded, holding his wand out threateningly.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, whatever hex you try will only hurt her more.” The man sneered, pulling her closer to him with a dirty grin. The girl grimaced, and Fred could hear the way she tried to scream out his name. Her eyes begged for him to save her.

The man stood up, dragging her to her feet along with him. But Fred held his ground, refusing to move even a step back from them.

“I know who you are,” He started, his yellow teeth bearing. “All of you Weasleys, really don’t know how to protect the things you love.” Fred knew he meant the shop, but he couldn’t help but stare at the girl in this grotesque man’s arms.

“Let her go, now!” His arm was outstretched, his voice booming with anger. He would have killed him on the spot if he hadn’t heard George cry out for him.

“Fred!” They all jumped at the noise, the girl catching Fred’s eyes quickly and giving him a small nod. He wasn’t sure what she meant, until she pulled hard at the man’s arms, catching him off guard. It wasn’t enough to free herself, but she threw her head back, smacking his nose.

“You bitch!” He groaned, stumbling back and taking her with him. Fred gave up trying to aim hexes and lunged for him, managing to gain control over the man and throwing enough blows to his face that the grip he had on y/n broke and she crawled away.

“Petrificus totalus!” He shouted, stunning the fighting man still and sighing in relief as he froze up beside her bed. She watched him from across the room, cowering against her wardrobe with a hesitant look in her eyes, her eyes that were covered in tears. Silent tears.

“Fred,” She whispered, finally seeing his face again when he turned to look at her. The man saw the way she curled her body up, knees pressed tightly against her chest in fear. It was quiet, every sound louder than it should have been against the silence, as Fred got up and approached her calmly, like she was a scared animal.

George rushed in, out of breath and sporting a few scratches along his forearms. Nothing that couldn’t be ignored when he knew both his brother, and their closest friend, were safe. One glance at the ground, where the other twin sat, told him they needed to be alone.

“I’ll sort this out.” George spoke quietly, dragging the body out as quickly as he could.

“Thanks.” Fred whispered, but y/n kept her mouth shut, stunned into silence by the sight of the vile man.

The silent tears broke into heavy sobs, her whole body shaking in shock as Fred did all he could to hold her crumbling form upright against himself. It broke his heart, just to think about how scared she must have been… or still was. He could hear what it was doing to her, but he would never understand. He wanted to understand, he wanted more than anything to keep her safe. He wanted her.

Neither one of them moved for the better part of an hour, with waves of tears coming and going as the events of that night played over the poor girl’s mind. But no matter what, Freddie never tried to move her, or let go, he could feel the way her hands clung to him as he shielded her face from the room. That beautiful room which was forever tainted with the unsavory memory of screaming and begging.

“Do you want to sleep?” He finally spoke, his voice dry after they’d just held one another all that time. The girl shook her head, still buried in his chest.

“Are they still out there?” She asked.

“I think so, but the aurors will be by to take them away.” “I’ll wait.”

The thought of seeing any of them laying there, on their perfect shop floor, made the girl’s stomach churn. Freddie was safe, he was comforting, he was the only thing holding her in one piece right now.

The little window that sat near the top of her bedroom wall began to let the sunrise in, a small ray of light that reflected onto her bedside table. The man watched it flicker over her few possessions that she kept close to her, some he didn’t recognise. And others were little gifts he and George had given her over the fleeting weeks that the girl had graced them with her bright presence. He wished that would come back.

-

After George came to tell them it was cleared up, Fred took the girl up to the loft, lifting her effortlessly from the ground and letting her curl up against him as he walked. He knew she wouldn’t want to stay in that room much longer, and definitely not alone.

“Here we go,” he let out a sigh, setting her down on the sofa. She seemed out of place now that he wasn’t holding her like a broken child, and Fred could tell. “Do you need a drink?” He asked. The girl shook her head. “Okay, I’m going to make coffee-” Y/n seemed nervous, her eyes tracing the room as if something was going to pop up from beneath the floorboards. “Do you wanna come help?” She nodded, a glimpse of a smile wavering on her face as he held her hand again.

She sat quietly in the kitchen, watching the man move around calmly, making sure his hands were busy the entire time. Still, he would give her a quick look, just to check that she was alright.

“Are you tired?” Fred asked her.

“A little.”

“Come on then?” With a mug in one hand, and hers in the other, he led her up to his room where he had spent all those days hiding away from her.

It was dark, but cosy, covered in deep blues with the occasional moving poster on the walls as the girl gazed around in sedated awe. She had never seen his room, the occasion not having come up until this moment. Then she remembered why she was there in the first place.

“Get comfy.” he smiled, pulling back the covers for her and standing awkwardly as she curled beneath them.

“Can you stay… Please freddie?” the girl’s voice called out, a sound that he had missed, as he went to leave. It took a few seconds for him to react, nodding assuredly and dragging his desk chair to sit beside where she laid down.

Her smile appeared, soft and gentle, and so heartbreaking. There was no need for her to smile, but she still did for him, just for him. One of her hands peeked out of the covers as he watched her silently, tentatively reaching for his, that hung beside him so she could play with his fingers.

That was how she drifted off, her hands interlocked with his with a familiar warmth that reminded Freddie just how perfect she was. Her face was soft, pressed against the pillow, her nose twitching every now and then like she was fighting an itch. The man thought it adorable.

-

When the sleeping angel woke, it was from a nightmare, her screams stopping abruptly when she realised that no one was going to hurt her. Fred had rushed to her aid as soon as she stirred, sitting on the bed and holding her close as she let out a few tears of relief.

He hushed her, one hand stroking her hair. The girl asked if he could keep hugging her, to which he agreed of course, taking place beside her on the bed and letting her fold into his body. Her arms wrapping around him tightly as if he was a teddy bear. He would do anything for her, he thought as she bounced in and out of sleep, mumbling incoherent questions as not to bore him.

“You can sleep if you need darling.” He chuckled deeply, the vibration rippling through his chest and onto her head. She nuzzled deeper, liking the comfort it brought, and shook her head.

“I don’t want to sleep again,” He knew what she really meant, she didn’t want to sleep because she didn’t want to dream.

“Okay then…”

Moments later a small tone began playing on Fred’s beside table, waking them both momentarily. The man scrambled for his wand, flicking it towards the alarm clock and settling back down with a sigh.

“We need to get up.” The girl groaned, trying to move from his hold, unsuccessfully.

“The shop’s closed today.” He reassured her, keeping her body in place. “Just rest up.” The girl giggled at the way he encoppassed her so easily and fell complacent beneath his arms.

“But, surely we should-” “This is all you need to do darling, George has it handled okay?”

Y/n liked the way he spoke to her, his muffled voice like a soothing hum when she could hear it deeper against his chest. The girl blushed at the way he called her darling, used to hearing it from George but never from Fred. After thinking that Fred was pissed off with her, this proved that was far from the truth.

-

“You don’t have to go, I’m sure Bill would understand.” Fred tried to explain casually, not wanting to show how much he disliked the idea. He handed the girl, who sat cross legged on his bed, a plate of toast even after she’d urged him not to.

“Thanks,” She mumbled, taking a mousy bite. “I shouldn’t cancel, not really.”

“You’ve been through a lot, y/n.” He was looking her in the eye, sat on the chair beside the bed again. Fred wanted to say more, try and tell her it was a bad idea, but that was just cruel. It was her decision.

“It would only disappoint him, and I don’t want to do that to Bill.” The girl nodded, as if she had made her mind up. All the man could do was mirror her, finally understanding that maybe things weren’t going to change just because he willed them to.

“That’s fine, but I’ll send him an owl and let him know what’s happened… in fact I should tell everyone at the burrow too.”

He busied himself at his desk, trying to ignore the ever growing pain in his heart as he wrote out both letters. Behind him, y/n just watched his back tense every now and then.

“Are you okay?” She asked him, and his body froze again, as if he was in pain.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He said in an oddly cheery tone. She felt stupid for asking.

“Just a lot going on I suppose…” Her voice trailed off as she got more embarrassed.

“It’ll be okay from now on.” He told her.

But something deep down was wrong. Despite his optimistic words, and the fact that he was actually okay being in the same room as her, y/n could tell that things between her and Fred had changed.

It wasn’t worth bringing up, she told herself over and over, chanting herself to sleep once again as Fred left the room to send off the letters. Her eyes were closed when he returned and he let out a deep sigh.

The girl wanted to wince at how exhausted he sounded. She had done this to him, somehow, and now he had to be nice to her just because of the break-in.

“I’m sorry I never said anything.” The man whispered, a hand reaching to stroke the hairs that fell over her face. He wished she was awake, but he was too much of a coward to ever admit how he felt to her. Especially not when she was so willing to see Bill.

-

The day passed by, filled with plenty of naps, and soon enough nightfall was upon the trio. The girl had gone to shower, leaving Fred to make his bed in her absence. He wanted nothing more than to just sleep through it all, close his eyes and forget all about her. That way he would never feel this heartbreak again.

George stood in the doorway.

“You alright mate?” He asked, making his brother jump a little as he rearranged the pillows.

“Oh- god- yeah I’m fine.”

“Do you um- wanna talk about-” “You know what, I really don’t wanna talk at all.” Fred sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He was too tired to fight about it again. “I just want to ignore it, and let it pass, and get on with my life.” “It’s not too late you know.” “It most definitely is Georgie, she’s out there getting ready to leave.” He hissed, hearing the bathroom door open again.

There was a flash of white, it caught Fred’s attention as he stood in front of his brother. He frowned when she called out for them.

“Where are you guys?” It had been a harmless question, but both twins rushed out of the room. “There you are,” She chuckled nervously, brushing her dress down.

The dress. The one that Fred wanted to look at for hours, but also wished he had never seen at all. The girl stood still, her fingers playing with the hem that stopped at her thighs. It had embroidered flowers all over it, and sleeves that looked like tiny wings on her arms. She was an angel. Fred was speechless, unaware that George had filled the silence with compliments while he just nodded.

The fireplace roared green, all of them turning to see Bill burst into the living room with worry all over his face. He ran to the girl first, engulfing her in a hug as she just laughed.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t come sooner,” He spoke into the top of her head, lovingly.

“That’s okay.”

He gushed over her, making her tell him she was okay about forty times before they even thought about leaving. Only when the girl pointed out that they were gonna be late for their reservation did Bill bid the boys goodbye and take her hand with a proud smile.

This is good, Fred told himself. They’re happy together. She’s happy, and that’s what she deserves. Nothing else matters.

[secret-engima]

hamelin-born

@secret-engima

Oscar likes green. It’s that simple. Yes, he does have a lot of fond memories linked to the color green, and yes, having everything be green means that any magic he choses to use has a good chance of being lost against the background, but - green’s his favorite color. It’s that simple. He’d probably honestly be a little amused at hearing all the frantic speculation about his reasons behind the color scheme.

...the fact that The Emerald City made appearances in the hometowns of what would grow to become Team JNPR is totally a coincidence. Right? Yes. A total coincidence.

*snicker* That is perfectly in character. Mercury probably sarcastically suggested that Oscar’s animated cane-weapon be given the name of ‘Short Term Memory’ or something along those lines. Oscar, true to himself, decided - hey, his cane was a living thing, it should have the chance to chose it’s own name!

That is why the cane proudly bears a name suspiciously similar to ‘Toto’.  

Whitley is cheering on Oscar’s efforts to make miniatured rainbows, and looking up all the information on color spectrum and prisms. He too wants to be able to, one day, see a grumpy person with a personalized raincloud above their head! A raincloud that will break into rainbows when they smile and/or laugh!  And they know just the perfect test subject...

Somewhere, Qrow feels a shiver run down his spine.

Oscar did not set out with the intention of kidnapping Whitley. It just - happened? And ooh, but I love seeing Whitley’s perspectives of his first meeting with Oscar. It’s just - Oscar accidentally come off as mysterious and colorful and almost fae; it’s amazing. And just - I’m suddenly struck by the parallels with another modern fairy tale - namely, Peter Pan and the Lost Boys. Oscar doesn’t sugarcoat the danger when he offers to take Whitley away; he lays out everything in his offer, and leaves it Whitley’s decision.

And Whitey - comes away.

He never regrets it.

A couple of random thoughts about the Schnee Family Debacle: Actually, Qrow might initially be afraid that the ‘Schnee Bingo’ is indirectly aimed at Ironwood. Because Winter is - relatively close in Ironwood’s confidence, I believe. And the whole ‘dragging the family’s sin’s into the light?’ It is going to impact her, one way or another. And everyone who is aware of ‘Schnee Bingo’ is going to wonder just what they did for the Ringmaster to respond like this - speculation goes anywhere from realistic to highly improbable.

The smart ones, upon uncovering the evidence of what the Schnee family does to their kids, think that that probably has something to do with it.

Me: @hamelin-born 

The reblog chain this is from is getting really long, so I decided to snag this and start a new post with it. XD

Oscar likes green! It means growing things and life! And yes it does hide his magic rather well :3

The fact that Emerald City has been all over the world and stopped in hometowns of SEVERAL main characters is total coincidence yes. :3 Just like how it is TOTAL coincidence that sometimes, a child or two is invited backstage to meet the tiny Ringmaster. >:333

(Pyrrha remembers that circus years later, how she was 14 and just starting to really get famous and realize how much fame sucked, and she didn’t have her parent’s permission to go to the Circus just outside Argus but she did anyway and it was a night she would never forget. A magical, beautiful night, and then the little Ringmaster, a boy younger than her, smiled and sang a song that brought tears to the eyes and somehow- it felt like he was looking right at her.) 

(She remembers being invited backstage by one of the acrobats, a cocky boy her age with silver hair, and at first she thought they were doing it because she was “Pyrrha Nikos” but- they never mentioned it. They never even asked her name. They just led her backstage to the tiny Ringmaster in his top hat and cane and workshop of wonders. He smiled at her and asked her name. She blinked and cautiously asked if he didn’t know it already. The boy twirled his cane and seemed a little too old for his childish appearance as he said “How could I? We’ve never met before. Though,” his smile had gone a little ... something at the edges, sad or wild or maybe even fae like her grandmother’s old stories, “I may have met your shadow along my roads, and for that I suppose I owe you thanks.”)

(“...Thanks? To me?” She asks, and the boy hums as he starts performing magic tricks right there, just for her, reappearing and disappearing of various trinkets and tools. Yes, he tells her, and then he pulls out a beautiful little necklace, a slender gold chain with a glimmering stone in the shape of a juniper tree, he offers it to her, and she wonders if it’s her imagination that the stone tree feels warm and alive on her palm, you don’t remember, he hums gently, but you once told my best friend that you believed in him, and it quite possibly saved his life. He never told me your name, but he told me about the Argus girl with red hair and kind eyes, and I dare say you fit the description to a T.)

(The Ringmaster smiles at her and gestures at the little necklace, “Keep it, as a thank you. May it bring you good fortune and safe passage, no matter where your destiny leads.” Not long after, she was led out by another of the acrobats, and it was only after she’d gotten home and was staring at the ceiling of her bedroom that she realized she was automatically wearing the necklace. And that the stone still felt warm.)

(If anyone bothers to ask Pyrrha Nikos after that if she believed in magic, she will touch the pendant of a tree that she always wears around her neck and say yes. Magic is real. And so are little fairy boys with kind green eyes.)

(Annnnd now I wanna do some drabbles of the main cast meeting the Emerald City circus and having encounters with the mysterious little Ringmaster XD)

Mercury so suggests “short-term memory” but Oscar solemnly says the cane should have a say. It picks the name “Total Remembrance” and Mercury laughs his head off while Neo gleefully calls the cane a sarcastic little twig. They shorten the name to “Toto” for Oscar’s sanity.

Whitley is a glee the day they get the spell to WORK. Now- to find their first test subject. Emerald: I’LL GO LEAD HIM HERE *flies off as a gremlin magpie*

Oscar doesn’t know it, but he comes off as a little bit fae (or a lot fae) to a LOT of people. He can’t help it, with his connection to magic and his future memories and the way he acts and dresses he just- feels like a storybook wizard or fairy boy stepped out of the pages. And gosh, Oscar is totally like Peter Pan in his kidnapping of Whitley. XD Just- he offers adventure and danger and love and FAMILY. Come away with me? whispers his magic and his outstretched hand, and Whitley is far from the only person to have taken it over the years (look at his time-traveling crew), and he never regrets it.

Oh gosh I didn’t think of that. Qrow WOULD possibly think this was a jab at Ironwood, but ... not necessarily because of Winter? Depending on when this happens she might only be newly graduated. No wait the hammer fall happens in canon, so yeah there is the Winter connection, but ALSO, in canon Ironwood is implied to be an old, estranged friend of the family, and further, as a Council member, he and Jaques have to deal with each other on a professional level. Taking down the Schnees could be seen as a personal jab through Winter yes, but also as a threat, that if they can take out the Schnees, who are roughly equal Ironwood’s status and known “friends” (for a loose definition of the word) of the General, then what can they do to Ironwood directly?

The smart criminals look at the confidants of their Ringmaster, who are mostly kids, and a few of them know that the Ringmaster looks like a child himself and they ... well. Put some pieces together.

[tarantulas4davey]

everyone,,,, the time has come.

Ralbert Royalty Au

have i been promising this for weeks? yes. have i been procrastinating the shit out of it like a heathen? also yes. but it’s finally here so get excited fothermuckers cause it’s time for chandler’s rambling extravaganza

also i’m totally ignoring the “period-typical homophobia” thing cause this is fantasy and in my perfect world you can love anyone so it’s not a problem here

let’s do this thing

antonio (aka race) is a prince and the second oldest of 3 boys and 1 girl, making him second in line for the throne. his older brother, jack, is set to be king in a few months, and his younger brother charlie (aka crutchie) absolutely idolizes jack. his little sister, samantha (aka smalls), is 8, and doesn’t seem to have very many opinions on the matter. she is pretty impressed by jack’s sword though.

albert is a member of the royal guard, just like his father and 2 older brothers, and has lived in the palace his entire life. he rarely comes into direct contact with any of the royal family other than charlie and smalls, who are the members he’s specifically tasked with protecting

this specific situation changes during charlie’s birthday celebration ball though, as albert and his comrades are tasked with keeping track of prince antonio

which is no easy feat, let me tell you, jack didnt nickname him “racetrack” for being a slow runner. he’s always been a bit of a wild spirit, in any case

race doesn’t particularly feel like running this time though, mostly because the handsome redheaded guardsmen is a fairly compelling reason to stick around, even if it is just for the view of a pretty face

turns out he’s charming and funny behind the face, too, making all the more reason for race to stay at a now-11 year old’s birthday party rather than trying to sneak away into town

now, there’s not any rules against guardsmen speaking to the royal family, obviously, but there’s generally some undertone of status and respect

however it’s pretty hard to keep the respectful and courteous act up when the prince has looked you up and down no less than 5 times over the course of your 10 minute conversation

also the fact he’s literally flirting his head off and is undeniably gorgeous

so yeah, they’re pretty much just casually making flirty eyes and witty one liners chatting like they’ve know eachother they’re whole lives

jack knows somethings up with his brother the second he sees him still sitting at the table with one of his guards rather than sneaking out the window or ducking down a secret passageway

fast forward to the end of this lovely gathering with way too many grumpy old people for an 11 year old’s birthday party, and race is partaking in his mandatory goodbyes, perfect charming and very fake smile plastered across his face as he shakes hands and gives hugs and manages to do it all without knocking the gold crown off his blonde curls or wrinkling the crisp navy suit and white dress shirt he has on

albert is not staring. he’s not

ok maybe just a little

jack catches him staring and chuckles under his breath before elbowing race when the last guest finally leaves

“think you’ve got yourself a little admirer.”

what surprising is race’s reaction

“oh shut up, he wouldn’t be staring at me”

i’m sorry what was that

the great prince antonio? sounding,,, what was that??? e m b a r r a s s e d ???

let’s just say albert’s gotten under race’s skin more than he cares to admit

aka he can’t get his laugh out of his head and it feels like that smile is imprinted on his eyelids and holy shit

albert isn’t fairing much better but at least he isn’t melting into a pile of goo everytime he so much as thinks of the prince

but “those e y e s, man! elmer, you don’t get it, they’re so blue. you can get lost in those eyes.”

ok yeah maybe he’s a bit smitten, can you really blame him?

race finally gives in and tries to find him again, and he manages to, but is promptly turned into an incoherent blushing mess

cause at that exact moment albert is in training with some of the other guards and is currently swordfighting spot with a two-handed rapier

which is far more attractive than it should be, honestly

so imagine albert’s surprise when he manages to disarm spot (which doesn’t happen very often) and comes face to face with a very red faced prince antonio

race just turns on his heel and flees the room, but albert manages to catch up with him in the massive corridor

“i- uh,,,, what are you doing on this side of the castle?”

starting out strong, albert, good job

race fumbles for an excuse for a minute before just deciding to bite the bullet

“i was,,,, looking for you, actually”

albert just blinks at him

“listen i know you were pretty much just forced to babysit me or whatever but i actually really like you and i can’t get that stupid smirk out of my head and just-“

race’s very long and vaguely rambling speak is cut off by albert’s hand

but when albert removes the hand, the rambling just starts right back up again

“what was that? do you want me to leave? cause i can totally do that. like i know i’m the prince or whatever and i have absolutely no chance here so obviously if you want me to-“

albert’s method of shutting race up is much more effective this time

mostly because race’s mouth is now otherwise preoccupied,,,,, with his mouth

race freezes for a second, hands caught mid air where they were gesturing wildly during his rant before he just sinks into the kiss and places his hands in albert’s hair

they pull back after a bit, desperate for air, and albert catches race’s gaze, not moving any further back than strictly necessary for breathing

“does that answer your question, princey?”

“i don’t know,,,,,, might need you to do it again just to double check.”

albert chuckles and race mentally catalogs the sound, all deep and lovely and slightly raspy from his lack of air

and then albert closes the gap again

well,,,,, i did it. it’s been done. i’m probably gonna write a part 2 cause i already love them and i wanna explore this universe some more

please send me any headcanons or ideas you have about these lovely lads, and let me know what you think of this !!!

thank you <333

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3 Questions (and Answers) About An OTP...

@serial-chillr tagged me in another fun thing and I finally have a few minutes to exercise my writer brain (it's been an overwhelmed and sick gift-buying, card-sending, cookie-making, travel-planning, toddler-moming, job-applying brain most of the week)...

I'm doing this for Anders and Alarion, the OC I stole from @figgypudz in our Dread Moon AU so Anders could have the nice cute boyfriend he deserves in that universe and so Alarion could be spared whatever the Inquisition grumpies had in mind for him (he did a thing...). And I’m stealing @pikapeppa‘s idea of doing it as an interview/dialogue between them, because that’s just real fun.

My real-life actual will-defend-until-my-death OTP is more of an OT3 (*cough* fenhanders!) and all my other favorite ships are between canon characters I didn't create and their responses to these questions would be sort of already known...or something? I know that’s the fun of fan fic, to get to write those things out the way you want them to go, but I choose these two cuz they’re my fun, almost angst-free, fluffy pairing.

1. How did they first meet?

“He saved my life in the Fade. And then again out of it...and then he rescued me!”

“I did not!” Anders blushes. “And I had help.”

“Uh-huh...you were the only one I saw burning through a pack of nightmare wolves in the Fade to get to us.”

“They weren’t wolves...” Anders’ gaze goes a little distant as he recalls how the Fearlings appeared to him. Best not to mention that in this kind of interview.

“Well, that’s what they looked like to me, anyway. And the bite I got that you healed was very...wolf-like.”

Anders shakes himself out of his reverie and looks at Alarion’s forearm. “Yeah...that was weird. But again, if Cole hadn’t been there to help...”

“Do you see how he is?” Alarion looks directly at the interviewer with a falsely-exasperated expression as Anders pretends to notice something on the sleeve of his robe. “He also orchestrated a rescue mission across the Waking Sea to bust me out of the Inquisition dungeons during an attack by the Venatori, which I may or may not have accidentally been the cause of, but I’m sure he’ll refuse to take any credit for that, too!”

2. What did they think of each other at first?

“I was in awe of his magical abilities. His intensity. His compassion...” Alarion smiles fondly at him.

“But Cole...”

“And I kinda loved his big long pointy nose.”

“It’s not that big!”

“And when I first saw him, he had this ridiculously long, shaggy, unkempt beard!” Alarion laughs. “Oh my gosh! And your hair! It was like...a bird’s nest!”

“I had been living in exile alone for five years! I didn’t have a mirror...”

“Yes, that was obvious, amatus!” Alarion leans forward, placing his hand next to his face and whispers “...but I still thought he was hot,” to the interviewer.

Anders rolls his eyes, but he can’t hide his embarrassed grin. “Well, when I first saw you, everyone had been talking about what a big, bad, scary elven spy you were. How much danger you’d put their precious friend Dorian in...and then all I saw was your warmth. A little bit of relief, maybe, at being found? And your wound, of course...”

“Were you disappointed?”

“Ha! Not at all...more like, intrigued, I guess, But you were so open and kind and...well, hurt.”

“Yes, yes...please go on about how weak I am. It’s not embarrassing at all.”

“Not weak. You’d literally been bitten by a demon, and then immediately told you were under arrest. But you still flirted relentlessly with me while I was stewing over Maker-knows-what. I guess we were both sort of the least liked people in our little group, weren’t we?”

“Personae non gratae...definitely,” Alarion nods proudly. “Who else did I have to flirt with? The Inquisition Commander?”

Anders makes a disgusted face, and they both laugh.

3. Were they immediately interested / attracted or did that come later?

“Yes. Obviously. Look at him!”

“You were my patient...”

Alarion’s face falls a little.

“...and I was an idiot for trying to push you away.” Anders turns and reaches for Alarion’s hand, warm healing magic always radiating from him. “Thank you for being patient with me.”

“Thanks for rescuing me...” Alarion beams back at him.

...And they just stare at each other with heart eyes for like five minutes before realizing the interviewer is still there.

<333

Tagging @jenniferhawke, @badpriestessofbuttsburgh, @barbex (no pressure! it’s a tough time of year to be creative on demand), and anyone else who is feeling this!

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for the characters ask meme-- could you do all of the clones from umbara? jesse, dogma, kix, etc

Hell YEAH I can!!

Rex:

How I feel about this character

Ahhhhhh I get so many feels about him. I loved him all throughout The Clone Wars and and when he came back in Rebels I just ahhhh mY hEaRT. Seriously, I love this man, he's one of my favorite characters in star wars.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Idk I'll ship him with pretty much anyone if people can convince me it's a good ship, I'm not picky about that stuff. I won't do r*xsoka though.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Rex and Ahsoka, hands down. They are the BEST BROTP in my opinion.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Rex let Umbara get too far before doing something. He knew something was up with Krell and he should have confronted him about it. There was dissent among the ranks even in the beginning and if he decided to do something he would have had the support of the men. I understand he had an internal war going on with his loyalty at the time but I think he should have prioritized his men above all else.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Did he ever meet Luke and Leia?? Did he know who they were if he did??? Come on Lucasfilm, PLEASE LET THEM MEET

Fives:

How I feel about this character

God I wish he was a real person cause I would love to be friends with him. His Chaotic™ energy is just the best.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Same thing as Rex honestly, though I really really really like Fives/Rabé.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Fives and Echo cause they're the best bros :)

My unpopular opinion about this character

Fives can't flirt to save his life XD

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

This one's pretty obvious, it's that people actually listened to him about the chip and HE DIDN'T DIE.

Jesse:

How I feel about this character

He gives me puppy dog vibes aND I DON'T KNOW WHY. But anyways, I love him, he's great.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Again, I'll do anyone. That's basically the answer for everyone with this question XD

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Jesse, Kix, and Hardcase cause I love those three

My unpopular opinion about this character

Jesse's sarcasm and humor always tended towards the darker side of things, even before Umbara

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Just that we saw more of him??? He's not in that many episodes and he really should have been.

Kix:

How I feel about this character

I have way too many feels about him too and most of them are SAD cause he lived till the time of The Force Awakens and he's all alone and his brothers never knew what happened to him and I just *cries*

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Same answer as the last few, next question

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Jesse, Kix, and Hardcase dude, they're just *chef's kiss*

My unpopular opinion about this character

He's not a angry-and-grumpy-at-people type of medic, he's actually a cares-a-lot-maybe-a-bit-too-much-even type of medic

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Lucusfilm. Lucusfilm please. Put Kix in the sequel trilogy, I BEG of you

Hardcase:

How I feel about this character

This boy.... His hyperactivity and ADHD-ness speaks to my soul... I love him...

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Y'all know the answer XD

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Jesse, Kix, and Hardcase, the best OT3 there is :)

My unpopular opinion about this character

He actually makes a conscious effort to be so positive and happy about stuff

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

Another obvious one, that he didn't DIE

Dogma:

How I feel about this character

I love him anD HE DESERVED BETTER DAMNIT

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Why am I still even putting this question here?

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Tup and Dogma! I LOVE writing their dynamics!

My unpopular opinion about this character

This ain't even that unpopular but HE DID NOTHING WRONG

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Honestly I just wish canon would tell uS WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM, ANSWER ME FILONI

Tup:

How I feel about this character

HSJAFHSKDJAKSU THIS BOY HAS MY HEART I LOVE HIM S O M U C H

All the people I ship romantically with this character

You know the answer, we're skipping this, next!

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Tup and Dogma!!! Love those two <333

My unpopular opinion about this character

Once again, I don't think this is very unpopular but he's some form of nonbinary

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

THAT HE DIDN'T DIE CAUSE THAT STILL REALLY KILLS ME

Send me a character and I'll break them down!

[esselley]

Happy birthday @allykat023​! I’m so glad I snuck into your DMs all those months ago <333 LOVE YOU LOTS!

[Now on AO3!]

[*clears throat* the context for this fic is that Oikawa is a psychic single dad trying to raise two annoying ghost kids, and the ghosts are winning]

It is beginning to become clear to Tooru that there is, in fact, some absolute bullshit going on, and he is definitely not amused by any of it.

This is the fifth time in a little over a month he’s had to have a plumber come to look at his apartment—he’s even had to reschedule tarot readings—and yet, as far as anyone can tell, plumber included… nothing seems to be the problem.

Which means that the only problem, then, is the bright and unabiding torch Tooru seems to be unable to set down, in regards to the plumber himself.

“So…” the man says, wiping his hands dry on a towel in his belt loop. Tooru has to tear his eyes away from the prominent flex of his biceps as he does so, the swell of his pecs beneath his uniform polo shirt. The name tag on it reads Iwaizumi. “Can you walk me through what happened again?”

Tooru almost offers to walk him wherever he wants to go, up to and including the bedroom. He clenches his jaw shut so the words don’t escape. Now is not the time to be thirsty—he doesn’t even have running water.

“I was in the shower,” he says, and feels his cheeks go distinctly pink just from the suggestion of nakedness, and forces himself to look at the man. Mistake. He finds his gaze being met by a pair of serious, attentive green eyes; Tooru feels like he’s baring his soul, not recapping the issues with his faulty water line. He clears his throat, hoping Iwaizumi has not noticed the unnecessarily long pause while he gathers himself. “I was… showering, when the water started to feel—strange? I don’t know how to describe it. And when I looked, it was… purple.”

“Purple,” Iwaizumi repeats, deadpan.

“Yes.”

“Well,” Iwaizumi says, turning the shower knob to the side. Out the water comes, clear as usual. “It’s not now.”

“I can see that,” Tooru sniffs. It’s one thing to have a crush; it’s another thing to have a crush on someone who clearly thinks he’s an idiot.

“Just like,” the distressingly attractive handyman continues, and oh, no, Tooru can see what’s coming next, “last week, when not only did the water not run cold when you tried to turn it hot, but the toilet also flushed the correct way. Which is to say—”

“Down, yes, I know,” Tooru cuts him off, feeling increasingly mortified. Last week had really been a nightmare—frigid water every time he tried to shower, and toilet geysers every which way he looked. “Look, I’m just as confused as you are! One of your colleagues who came the… second time, was it? He said it could be something to do with the pipes. Mold, or something!” He shudders at the thought. “Maybe he could give a second opinion?”

Iwaizumi scoffs. “He’s not coming back. Why do you think I’ve been here four times already?”

“I don’t… know?” Tooru says. “I figured—scheduling?”

“Yeah, he’s been scheduling himself other jobs so he doesn’t have to come here,” Iwaizumi says. “He’s superstitious. All your weird, mystical stuff, it freaked him out.”

“What—” Tooru can’t believe this. “But it’s not dangerous!”

“You try telling him that,” Iwaizumi says, shaking his head. “He kept telling me he felt a presence.”

“But I would have felt it, too,” Tooru insists. He knows people tend to take one of two routes with this: skittish, like the other plumber. Or skeptical, like Iwaizumi. But he seriously needs his house fixed, or he’s going to lose it. “There’s no other presences here, besides me and—”

He trails off. Wait just a fucking second.

“That’s what I tried to tell him, but he wouldn’t bite. So, good luck getting him back here…” Iwaizumi shrugs. “Looks like you’re stuck with me.”

Tooru waves a hand vaguely. “Oh, I don’t mind that.” He peers around the room, turning in a slow circle.

“You… don’t?” Iwaizumi asks, eyebrows raising in surprise. When Tooru doesn’t answer, he glances around the room suspiciously, too. “What are you doing?”

“Shhh...” Tooru says, holding up a hand. “I’m divining for spirits.”

“Are you serious,” Iwaizumi says flatly. “Listen, I’m gonna pack up and head out—I won’t bill you for today, I barely—”

“Shhhhh!” Tooru hisses, silencing him. The air in the room feels very still, to him—still and pitched high, like a tuning fork being struck although in reality, all is quiet.

He spots movement at the edges of his vision and whips his head sharply to the side, where he sees them—two wide, floating pairs of eyes in the bathroom mirror, not a reflection, but an impression. One pair deep and dark, the other sparking and bright. Two little souls, bound to him by choice.

He flings out a hand and points dramatically at the mirror. “It’s been YOUUUU!” he howls, startling Iwaizumi, and both pairs of eyes dance about in silent panic before blipping out of existence. Only they’re still there, he knows, just hiding.

“What the fuck—” Iwaizumi says, but very unfortunately, Tooru doesn’t have time to devote to him anymore—he needs to figure out how to murder someone who is already dead. An exorcism is too good for these little shits.

“Sorry, Iwa-chan, but I'll have to say bye for today—” Tooru tells him as he rolls his sleeves up menacingly.

“Iwa-chan?”

“The spirits have turned against me!” Tooru yells, shoving him towards the door. “This is no place for a normal person, quickly, escape!”

“Wait a second—”

“I'll be fine!” Tooru insists, before he bodily shoved Iwaizumi out into the hallway. It's not easy—Iwaizumi is solid. “Forget what you saw here today,” Tooru hisses ominously at him through the crack in the door, before slamming it shut in his stunned face.

Now. To deal with his little ghoulish problem.

He yanks the plush tablecloth and all his seance equipment off his dining room table and locates a piece of ordinary chalk. After several moments of frantic scribbling, it is covered in the symbols and sigils of a powerful summoning circle. He places candles around the edges, and begins to chant a binding ritual ominously. The candle flames flicker, and his hair blows in the gathering breeze inside his living room.

A noise begins to build as well, a terrible, scraping, screaming noise, filled with agony and tumult. It gets louder as he chants, and as it grows, so too do two indistinct shapes in the center of the summoning circle. They writhe and tremble, shapes at once frightening and pitiable, carving to his whim at the same time that they fight it with all their might. The flames suddenly surge upwards, bursting to life, and Tooru slams his hands down on the tabletop.

“Would you give it a rest with that?” he says crossly, and the unearthly screeching stops at once. “The neighbors are going to complain again!”

“Why couldn't you just call us normally?” Kageyama asks him. His ghostly form bubbles sulkily, like seething, purplish-blue lava.

“Because,” Tooru says, pointing an accusatory finger at him, “you two never come out when you know you're in trouble, you just make me follow your traces all over the apartment—”

“Are we in trouble?” Hinata asks. He is light made solid, a fizzing sine wave of glinting gold.

“Obviously!” Tooru says, and both ghosts wobble flinchingly. “What on earth are you two trying to do? Do you know how much money I've spent on repair company appraisals that all lead nowhere?”

Honestly, even he isn’t sure what they’re up to. It's not like them—they aren't poltergeists, they're not malicious. For all that Tooru pretends it's a chore having them around, he's constantly surprised by how little he actually does mind. Since the two of them unceremoniously crashed his life as an (extremely) eligible bachelor and practicing psychic, they've been content to just keep each other company and learn how to be better ghosts. Unfortunately, this seems to have included manifesting the ability to haunt his plumbing.

He shakes his head. “This isn't like you two. I'm… frankly, I'm disappointed.”

The candles flicker morosely and the chandelier directly overhead sways in remorse.

“We… we just wanted to help,” Hinata says eventually.

“Help with what?” Tooru asks, blankly.

“You just seemed lonely!”

“He’s gonna get mad…” Kageyama warns.

“I seemed lonely?” Tooru repeats, sputtering. That's preposterous, to say the least. “I'm certainly not. I could never be lonely with you two—” he catches himself just in time, “—with you two constantly pestering me!”

“It's not the same!” Hinata says.

“Trust me, Shouyou-chan—”

“We noticed the way you stare at the repairman,” Kageyama interjects.

Tooru's mouth falls open. He cannot believe he is being set up with his plumber by two dead idiots who still haven't realized they are in love with each other.

“Have you, Tobio-chan?” he replies, with a silken smile. “Recognize the feeling, do you?”

Kageyama must realize the danger he's in, because he stops trying to argue. Tooru drops his smile.

“You two,” he says, “are going to stay in the circle for awhile and think about your actions. Also, there is to be no possessing of any household objects for one whole week, effective immediately.”

Kageyama and Hinata both whine something awful at this, and Tooru crosses his arms and basks in their misery for a few glorious moments. They love racing each other to possess things right before Tooru uses them, but they’ve never try to make anything malfunction before, so he allows it. Hinata's favorite is the teapot, because it tickles when it starts to boil. Kageyama likes the aging washing machine. He's never said why, but Tooru suspects it's because the old thing sounds nearly as grumpy as Kageyama himself does when it really gets going on its spin cycle.

“Keep it up,” he sings, as the candles start to turn an odd shade of green, “and it's gonna be two weeks.”

The whining stops, but Kageyama does throw a “You know we're right,” at him as he leaves them there in the summoning circle. Tooru does not deign to respond.

“How long before we can come out?” Hinata calls after him.

“Until I say you can,” Tooru replies. He ignores their ghostly wailing for the rest of the afternoon, until they have settled down and started to play I, Spy with each other. He refuses to admit that he finds it adorable when they get along, even if it's mostly because they're plotting against him together.

Unfortunately, the plotting does not end there. A few days pass without incident, and Tooru is lulled into a false sense of security. The week comes and goes; Friday arrives in a leisurely fashion. So leisurely, in fact, that Tooru decides to take a luxurious bubble bath to pamper himself. He spends a long time soaking in the tub, and is slightly surprised to see no signs of his two ghosts anywhere—normally, they would get into a game of Bubble Wars while Tooru relaxed, watching the massive orange and blue soap bubbles floating around the bathroom, trying to ram each other to see who would pop first. Today, all is quiet, and so Tooru enjoys a glass of wine in peace.

He finishes his bath and lets the tub drain, wrapping towels around his waist and his wet hair. He will need to blow dry it and make sure it looks appropriately dashing before his evening client appointment, and he’s about to dig the hairdryer out from under the sink when there’s an odd rumbling sound from behind him. He turns, frowning, to look at the toilet.

Naturally, this is the point at which the toilet attempts to murder him.

“WHY?!” he shrieks, devoid of anything else to say in his panic, as twisting tendrils of water burst from the bowl, latching around his arms and legs, dragging him towards it. Try as he might, he can’t break free, and as he is wrenched closer and closer, the entire opening of the toilet seems to yawn, wide—he can see blackness and light swirling in its depths, and he realizes, shit, spirit portal— “Tobio-chan?! Shouyou?!”

The entire bathroom is flooding with water. There’s a horrible, slurping, shloomp-ing sound as Tooru hits the rim of the bowl and starts to get sucked inside of it. He can feel the vacuum of empty space seizing onto him, an unstoppable force.

“You little shits, I’m going to make you corporeal long enough to punch you both in the face—”  

He hears a loud banging from far away, and wonders, what now, but then comes the sound of something splintering, and a moment later a voice bellows, “OIKAWA?”

Tooru gasps. “I-Iwa-chan?!”

He hears someone running, and then Iwaizumi—how is he here, Tooru wonders—bursts onto the scene, framed in the doorway, bearing a stunning resemblance to an angry bull. He takes in the sight before him quickly—the toilet, the spirit portal, Tooru’s hair in a towel cone—and leaps into action. He wades through the flood, reaching out, and Tooru stretches out his hands—Iwaizumi grabs his arms and heaves, and Tooru begins, ever so slowly, to pull free of the portal.

“GRAB ON, STUPID!” Iwaizumi shouts at him, and Tooru throws caution to the winds and flings his arms around his neck, and Iwaizumi seizes him around the waist and yells bloody murder as he leans all the way backwards—and then they’re falling free, onto the bathroom floor, Tooru crushed to Iwaizumi’s extremely firm and noticeably broad chest. There’s a howling, rushing noise, and all the water on the floor recedes whiplash fast, suctioned back into the toilet, which then closes its lid with a sassy and decisive snap.

For a moment, neither Tooru, nor Iwaizumi moves. They just lay there, panting and exhausted. Iwaizumi lets out a slow breath.

“Holy shit,” he says, “your apartment is haunted.”

Tooru sighs. “It’s not haunted. It’s being visited by spirits.”

“That literally is what haunted means,” Iwaizumi points out.

“We’re not visiting, we live here!” Tobio’s ghostly voice shouts in Tooru’s ear.

“I’m evicting you!” Tooru shouts back, incensed.

“Are you talking to the—” Iwaizumi says, before sitting up abruptly, causing Tooru to roll off of him. He hastily readjusts the towel around his waist—he’s lucky it stayed on at all. Iwaizumi swats at the air. “Hey! You fucking ghosts! What the hell is your problem?!”

“They’re trying to get me to—” Tooru pinches his lips shut, irritably. He settles on redirecting the conversation. “Why… how did you know I was in trouble?”

“I didn’t,” Iwaizumi says. “I mean, not until I heard you screaming.”

“Screaming seems like an exaggeration—”

“I thought it was the fire alarm at first,” Iwaizumi says. He is ruthless. Tooru likes it.

“Okay,” he concedes, “but that doesn’t explain why you were here.”

“Ah,” Iwaizumi says, “well… the days have been alternating.” When Tooru continues to look confused, he elaborates. “The first time you called us was on a Monday. Then Thursday of that same week. Then the next week, Friday. Then last week, back to Monday, then Thursday. Now it’s Friday, so I just thought…”

“Of course.” Tooru snaps his fingers in realization. “Spirits can’t tell the flow of time like you or I, so often, they’ll develop certain predictable paths of behavior… you must be sensitive to their ways in order to have seen that!”

Iwaizumi stares at him. “Or… I’m just better at pattern recognition than you are?”

Tooru waves a hand. “Whatever. Second question: did you break my door down?”

Iwaizumi’s expression turns slightly shifty. “Kicked it off its hinges, actually… I can fix it.”

Tooru only wishes he'd been there to witness it. Iwaizumi stands, and Tooru allows himself to be helped to his feet, Iwaizumi’s strong, sturdy arms steadying him after he pulls Tooru off the floor. He notices, then, two fuzzy gazes peering out of the mirror at him, and scowls at them. He can’t decide how angry he is yet. On the one hand, having Iwaizumi come daringly to his rescue is hardly the worst thing that could be happening to him on a Friday afternoon. On the other hand, he’d been stuck inside of a toilet when it had happened; not quite the stuff of romance novels.

Iwaizumi notices him staring, and turns to look curiously at the mirror. “You don’t act like they’re evil.”

“They’re not,” Tooru says, rolling his eyes. “They’re just meddlesome and stupid.”

“Hey!” Hinata yelps.

“Well, you are.”

Iwaizumi’s lips twitch. “So… mind telling me what they were meddling for?”

“Um…” Tooru does mind—but unfortuately, it doesn’t seem as though this is going to stop unless he does something drastic. Like telling Iwaizumi the truth. And so, because he doesn’t want some innocent civilian constantly being pulled into the affairs of ghosts, he says glumly, “They want me to ask you out.”

There. Now, Iwaizumi will reject him, and Kageyama and Hinata will finally get out of his business.

“Well, why don’t you?” Iwaizumi asks.

“Why don’t I what?”

“Why don’t you ask me out?”

Tooru opens his mouth to explain why he’s not going to ask Iwaizumi out, when his synapses finish firing properly. He blinks. “...I thought you’d say no.”

“Okay…” Iwaizumi says, and though his expression is completely serious, Tooru swears his dark eyes are gleaming a bit in amusement. “Why would I say no?”

“Because I’m weird,” Tooru tells him. Is he being made fun of?

Iwaizumi shrugs. “Everyone’s a little weird,” he says. “You talk to ghosts. I get crushes on idiots who can talk to ghosts. While I’m trying to fix their haunted toilet.”

“You—have a—” Tooru splutters. “On—on me?”

“Yeah, so, I may not have been totally honest before?” Iwaizumi confesses. “You did freak my colleague out, but I offered to take the house calls from you… I was pretty curious.”

Tooru gapes at him for a few more seconds, before composing himself. He attempts to sweep his hair back, but just ends up knocking the towel off his head. He acts like this was intentional.

“Well, then,” he says, “I’m glad that’s been resolved.” He turns to address the room at large. “You hear that, you monsters? I told you I’d take care of it, so you can stop being the worst, now.” Oh, my god, Iwaizumi is into him.

“You didn’t take care of jack shit,” Kageyama says.

“Language, Tobio-chan!”

“You swear all the time!”

“What… are their names again?” Iwaizumi asks.

“The stupid one is Shouyou,” Tooru says, ignoring Hinata’s continued protesting. “And the stupider one is Tobio.” Tobio joins in.

Iwaizumi tries unsuccessfully to bite back a grin. “Okay. Well… Shouyou, Tobio, I’m Hajime. It’s, uh—nice to meet you?”

The discarded towel suddenly lifts at the corners, like it’s waving at Iwaizumi. He takes a reflexive step backwards, before laughing, somewhat in shock. He waves back.

It makes Tooru feel terribly fond, which he hates; not just because he's only spoken to Iwaizumi five times so far in his life, but also because Hinata and Kageyama deserve an exorcism, not an introduction. But Tooru thinks he will let it slide, this once.

“Would you like a cup of coffee?” he asks Iwaizumi.

“I would…” Iwaizumi says, “but I should probably head home to shower…”

“Stay,” Tooru says lightly, even though his heart is pounding, just a little. “And use mine?”

Iwaizumi grins. “Might as well. I’m pretty familiar with it already.”

This is actually a continuation of a previous ghost!KageHina fic I wrote, which can be read here! And has a sequel here~

[For easy-to-find updates on fic, I have a writing-only blog: @esselle-hq!]

[my-suki-blog]

Uehara-kun vs difficulties in love and growing

I went through some posts where most people think Uehara Hisashi is an asshole or something, that treats Yoshikawa really bad :( I don’t know everything and I don’t intend to judge your opinions, but for the sake of what means to truly love someone, and the process of growing up to it, I feel like i need to point out some things. Don’t want to sound arrogant or anything like that >_> but me and my future husband went through a similar process: I live with him for almost 2 years now, but we were on a LDR for more than a year, then he came from other city straight to live with me and to start our life but we barely had any contact before. After A LOT OF struggle, long story short, we both learned that not only Love comes with suffer, but life can be very painful and frustrating when two people are obliged to grow up together without previsously experience. 

Anyway of course I know we’re talking about fictional characters here but it really bugs me that people might not recognize how much love Uehara put in his toughts and attitudes, he is a very well written character and I’m sure a lot of people may have a pintch of his personality. I mean, love is just exactly like that, people are complicated like that and putting two people together - two souls together - is nothing less than the most important and heavy effort of your life.

Ok enough about my opinion, let’s go to the points

Uehara is the typical star and grumpy boy, for what I see this is very common at eastern characters. Kind of like Uchiha Sasuke? Anyway I’m not expert at this but even the girls at the school thinks in therms of this stereotype. Uehara first impression looks really bad, but it’s quite easy to understand: 

He doesn’t want to live together with a girl , then he make it clear that has no interest in her , doesn’t want to be seen with her . In our romanticized heads this sound absurd specially in the way it’s interpreted, but it’s really completely normal. 

Then after a couple of days he gets home late and cold to find out Yoshikawa broke his portrait and then ate his pudding, so he gets really mad yelling that she “break his stuff and eat his food” it’s obviously an overreaction but for someone that is so independent and in a simple perspective it is indeed a pain. 

Nao goes out mad to get more pudding, while Uehara finds the dinner she did, also the portrait she bought in repair. Then he realizes how much Yoshikawa cares about him and goes running after her, breathlessly relieved when he finds she was hiding safe. 

To finish, Nao asked why he was there and he said that went to buy milk, but in the end of the episode she opens the freezer and there was already milk. yeeeeeeeyyy 

Hope you like it - will try to do it for every episode :333  

[louandhazaf]

5, 12, and 23 for the writers ask!

Hiiii! THANK YOU!!!

5. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

Uh, probably the longest one for fandom stuff is my ‘cozy fic.’ I started that back… um… years ago. And I’ve tried writing it multiple times and each time I get like only a chapter or two done and then I hit a brick wall. It’s a famous/not famous, and Harry comes to Louis’ artist retreat, but like, he has the whole place to himself because Niall booked it for him as a place to like, destress and get away from it all. Other things that’ll be included: Liam in a lot of flannel chopping wood, a very grumpy and very stubborn alcoholic Harry who Does Not Want To Be There, an overwhelmed and ready to quit Niall who is the only one looking out for Harry, a very grumpy and very stubborn pothead Louis who Does Not Like That Harry Won’t Follow The Rules It’s For His Own Good Why Doesn’t He See That, and farmer Zayn who lives on the next property and trades zucchini and blueberries and corn for use of Louis’ state of the art equipment. 

I wonder every single year why I haven’t written it (she says vaguely, waving a cigarette around and teetering on her heels, knowing full well that the Location is very Important and Special and the fear of not doing it justice is paralyzing) and I’ll probably weep if I ever do finish it. 

12. what’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it? 

I 100% seek out constructive criticism. For most fics I have a team of betas. I cannot get enough constructive criticism from people I trust. I went to school for writing and every week we’d just pick apart everyone’s stories so I have a pretty thick skin when it comes to people telling me what’s wrong. That also taught me a lot about who’s opinion I should trust. I mostly take it well. There are times that I whine and moan and stare at my computer with a scowl, but after some time has passed I normally agree with what’s being said. Mostly it’s me being lazy and not wanting to rework something I had considered done, but it’s always always better afterwards, so it’s worth the time for me to fix stuff.

23. okay, now that we had that nice one: what’s your WORST writing habit? dig deep, own up to your crimes. 

I am terrible at reusing words. I am reading my older fics out loud now that I am doing podfics and I’m like…. oh…. I use this phrase in every single one of my fics. cooooooool. Apparently my brain is not good at picking out new words and likes the ones it already knows. 

I also use a lot of passive voice. I’m actively trying to change that, but, it’s there.

I whine. A lot. Like, every day. Whether I’m writing (this is terrible no one is ever going to read it or why can’t i write faster i love every single thing and want to post as a WIP so others can love it immediately too!) or stuck (omg i’m never going to write another word and I’m going to die miserable with so many regrets of the stories I gave up on) or between stories (see previous whine, but with added bits of I hate my brain why won’t it tell me what to do next. I need to write or I get sad and cranky and it’s good for my brain to write so why won’t it let me write?????). Whining for sure is my worst writing habit. There’s no two ways around it. 

shit to ask writers!

[omegaqueencas]

11, 12, 14, 16, 22, 32, 35, 57/69?

11. Do you like someone?

You mean like ‘have a crush’? No, not right now. 

12. Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

I don’t think I have. I get really grumpy and snappy if I don’t sleep and I have to sleep a lot, so I don’t think I’d even manage to be awake for more than, idk, 24 hours.

14. Do you miss someone?

@internetfive :( She’s my best friend and we used to live in the same city (like 15 min walking distance from each other) and now she’s living in another country and iOi I miss her all the time. But she’s always with me, even if we don’t talk every day, so it’s cool. :)

16. How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Okay, I guess. I do feel fine, but you know that anxiety that’s lurking in the back of your mind? So.

22. Do you want to have kids? How many?

Yes!!! I wanted at least a girl and a boy, but if I have more I think I’d be very happy as well, but for now, just the two. They even have names, even though they haven’t been born yet, lol

32. What is your favourite colour?

Rainbow. Today I’m feeling more the colour blue. Maybe purple. idk. It’ll change tomorrow.

35. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My mom (and that’s actually remarkable, because I spent the longest of time without telling things to my mom and confiding on her). I had a major fight with a friend of mine and I went to talk to her and had a breakdown.

57. Do you believe in true love? / 69. Do you believe in soulmates?

Oh, boy, what don’t I believe, tbh? I do. I think true love is the one that remains even after so many bad things. I also think it’s an option to fight for it. So if you feel it’s the real deal, you’ll do anything to make sure it lasts. And I obviously believe in soulmates, although I must admit that I don’t think it’s only romantic. For example, I’m pretty sure @internetfive is my soulmate and while I’d love to marry her and have kids with her, I don’t love her romantically and I’m not sexually attracted to her. She’s my best friend and I honestly think we share a very deep bond, something unbreakable, which, to me, is the definition of having a soulmate. People often think that soulmates need to be inherently romantic, but noooo, it can be platonic and I’ll defend it to the day I die.

[princeforestfox]

Headcanon MC is a retired super model known in Europe and the Americas, and rfa's (+saerans If possible) reaction? 💗💗🌸

(AAAAaaah~ I had so much fun with this! I hope you like it~ Yoosung-He’s always joked that you should be a model you’re so beautiful-Of course it was always followed by a comment how he didn’t want anyone else to look at you the way he did-He was cleaning up the house when he found an old magazine and went to take a flip through it-He had to pause and blink a few times before his brain could process-Was that his MC on the cover???-He runs out to the living room, waving the cover over his head-”Why didn’t you tell me you used to model???”-You sigh, you knew he’d find out eventually-You wave him over to come talk about it-You explain it’s been a long time and assured him no one was seeing you partially nude but him now-He asks to see some of your old modelling work and tells you you’ve only gotten more beautiful-It makes you feel so warm since it feels like people only ever say the opposite after a model retires-Did he just hear that? How could anyone not think you were beautiful?-He frowns and tells you, that you may be gorgeous but your heart outshines your looks any day-How fucking sweet is he???-He never really brings it up again, but he’s even more delicate with complimenting you in the future-Of course, he’s so happy only he gets to see you now, but, him? dating a super model?? who would have thought???Zen-He’s been trying to place your face since the day you both met-It’s not until he finds an old pinup of his that he puts two and two together-You’d really changed your look and, it’s not like he expected it??-You both are really able to bond over the experience-Especially because Zen understands the hardships behind how different people will treat you-You both talk about how hard it is to try and find people who don’t just like you for your looks or your fame-It was nice having someone you knew wasn’t judging you for anything superficial -You both spent the next hour complimenting each other on things you both only knew about one another-You signed his pinup for him as well-He definitely put that somewhere special to bring out on your wedding day-You both end up doing a little photoshoot together-It’s actually the most adorable thing-Of course it was Zen’s idea to do a “couples” shoot together-You didn’t really take to the idea right away-But it ended up being so much fun since it was with him-You both hardly took eyes off one another-This became something you both did yearly for your anniversaryJaehee-You both were out for coffee one evening when someone approached you-It was absolutely embarrassed and it’d been years since anyone had recognized you-Jaehee watched in awe as she saw the fan come and go, she’d only even experienced this sort of thing when out with Zen-She tried her best to not pry but you knew you were caught red handed now-You explained everything to her and even pulled up a few pictures on your phone-The light shade of pink across her cheeks was adorable-Of course she asks if she could see more-You may just have gained a new leader of your online fan group-You joke about doing a private modelling session for her-But she ends up asking if you could teach her -She totally wants to take hot cute pictures for you too-You both spend an evening dressing up around the house and drinking wine-You may have even sent a few less then safe pictures in the chatroom of you two-You come home a few weeks later to a note and a special picture of Jaehee just for you~ Jumin-He always knew you were breathtaking from the moment he saw you-He loves dressing you up just for him, somedays he can’t stand the idea of anyone else setting eyes on you-He’s put you in one of his favourite outfits as you’re both headed to dinner with his father who’s yet to meet you-Of course he knows who you are-He’s an old man and we all know his tastes-Jumin almost grabs your wrist and drags you out of there top speed when he sees the way his dad is looking at you-He excuses himself from the table and asks to speak with you-You explain you used to model and you can almost see the anger in Jumin’s eyes that other men have laid eyes on you -Even though you reassure him it was quite awhile ago, it rubs him the wrong way-It doesn’t take him long to ask to see some of the pictures -He can’t help but think you look gorgeous-Oh no he recognizes the one that Zen has -Luckily he doesn’t put where he’s seen it before together -He tells you how much gorgeous you’ve gotten and how he’s glad no one ever has gotten to see you how you are now-He definitely left marks all over you that nightSeven-Of course he found the pictures during the background check-He honestly was waiting for the perfect moment to send an old picture of you in the chat -But after awhile liked being the only one who knew about them-You didn’t know he knew until you catch sight of a folder on his computer-”MC Model photos-do not open”-You frown and exclaim loudly about how he knew this whole time-And worse he had saved every picture he could find???-He just laughs and says it was research materiel-He can see you’re upset so he pulls you between his legs as he sits on his chair and pulls you into a big hug, nuzzling into your chest-”You’re much more beautiful now, and now, you’re miiiiiiine”-You can’t help but smile and roll your eyes -He chuckles and says how you wish you could pull off a maid outfit like him -You both definitely get dressed up and hound the chat about who’s prettier-Was there any question that they’d side with you?-Though…Zen seemed to have missed the memo again-Once again calling dear Saeyoung a hot maidSaeran-Saeyoung was definitely the one who first showed him the pictures of you-Teased him with “I have sexy pictures of MC you’ve never seen~”-You can imagine the confusion and slight annoyance mixed with some jealousy on his face-Little did he know, not just Saeyoung, but lots of other people had seen these pictures-When you get home he immediately asks why Saeyoung has these pictures-Now you’re confused as well lol-You blush and get incredibly embarrassed when you find out they’re your modelling photos-This poor boy is only more confused to why you’re so flustered-You explain it to him and you can still see the annoyance -”But I’m the only one who get to see you like that now, right? No one else?”-You reassure him and give him some lovely kisses-Casually will flip through magazines now and again to see if there are any old pictures of you slotted in anywhere-He totally blushes if there is one-Kinda wants to run around the stores and tell people thats his s/o right there-After a few days weeks he asks Saeyoung for the pictures-I’m sure you can imagine the smug grin on Saeyoung’s face-And the grumpy one on Saeran’s-You end up taking a few ~special~ new pictures just for Saeran-He feels so special to have them and keeps them close to him