Wig Hack Wednesday #5 !
Have you ever wanted to use the same wig for that one character who can’t decide if she wants to wear her hair in twin tails or let her hair down? (Aka Nozomi from Love Live) Or, have you found a perfect wig color for your character but the wig just doesn’t come with a back-parting? Well, here is one way you can fufill your cosplay goals on a budget! Also good for when you want to re-purpose a wig for different characters.
For this demo, I’m using a Venus in grass green from Arda Wigs. I love this color and the length is perfect for Mallow from Pokemon Sun and Moon. My goal is to add a back-parting to the Venus base wig but make it detachable in case I wanna use the wig for other cosplay.
- Part the wig down the middle in the back, and clip the hair away on each side. Cut the hair from the inside layers of the wig to use as wefts for this project. By leaving the outer layers uncut, when you tie the wig into twin tails or let the hair down completely, it will hide the trimmed part
- Use Tacky glue (or other glue that dries clear but flexible) on the tip of a small piece of hair. Use your fingers to squeeze the hair flat to make sure the glue covers all of the hair on the tip of that piece. Wait until it almost dries
- Put more glue in the back side of the piece of hair by the tip. Press the hair piece down onto a strip of soft felt sheet. I happened to find a nude colored one that matched me, but you can use acrylic paints to get the level of color you want (paint the felt strip prior to the start of the project) Also, I find that holding up the felt strip and pressing the glued hair down allow more control and help create more “curve” shape from the center part
- Once you finish gluing hair down on the whole felt strip, turn it over, and hand-sew some wig clips on the back side. 1 inch spacing between each wig clip worked well for me. You’ll need about 4-5 wig clips for the whole felt strip
- Now you can clip the felt strip onto the main wig in the back. Make sure you leave two small pieces of hair from the main wig at the top where your felt strip would go
- Clip the felt strip in place. Make sure it doesn’t come off when you tuck on it. Take the little piece of hair from the main wig that you left out earlier, and section it in half on each side
- Criss-cross the hair pieces to hide the “seam” of the top of the felt strip
- Comb and blend the hair from the main wig with the hair from the felt strip, and tie your twin tails
- You can unclip the felt strip later and comb down the hair to use the same wig as a normal long wig!
Another good thing about this method is that you can use your felt strip for other projects if you buy other wigs from the same company later and in the same color. Or, you can turn an ombre wig into twin tail style for J-fashion shoot and wear the wig as a long wig the next time. This is not the “best” way to do back-parting, but I wanted to focus on being cost-effective and easy enough for beginners to attempt. Have fun wiggin’!
I’m really salty about seeing the same writers on almost every rec list in our fandom, so here are some fresh fics that’ve been posted within the last month that you may have missed!
–> Under Starlight by @fluffybunnyremi ♡
After a stressful week studying for finals, Ben decides to take his very
stressed-out boyfriend’s fate into his own hands. Despite his studious
efforts, Hux refuses to believe him, and so Ben brings out the big guns:
stargazing and fluffy nests.
(modern au, benarmie, adorable fluff)
–> Regretful Message by @rannystuffandthings (WIP) ♡
Hiding from the Resistance should be easy when they already believe
they’ve killed you. But when you’re General Armitage Hux and you can’t
seem to recall becoming Emperor to the entire Galaxy, it becomes a
little more difficult.
(emperor hux, hux’s brother techie, lots of action & twists, generally brilliant!)
–> Splutter by @evermoringlyfine ♡
Hux pulls on the cigarette with relish, the smoke curling over his own face in the still air as he looks at Kylo. (dominant hux, blood, lots of excellent smutty description)
–> the entire Evil Space Dads series by @oblioknowlton ♡
stories where the evil space husbands are evil space dads (if you like mpreg then you have to read these fics, they’re all so in-character and features lots of protective hux & protective kylo!)
–> Accidental Kidnapping by @asphodel-storm ♡ Realizing that his jedi training is making the dark voice in his head
stronger, not weaker, young Ben Solo sets out alone to live a life of
adventure as an outlaw. He didn’t mean to force the cute ginger boy to come with him, he was just sort of on the ship. (puppy love, benarmie, very cute!)
–> Of Pots and Vials by twitch ♡ Kylo receives a message that Hux should’ve received. Two of them. So he
might’ve gone behind Hux’s back to take him on a date to a
space-station. A meeting. But Kylo is the one caught off guard by the
three men. Well, two men and one man of his own species. And a Head
Bartender. Really. (drug use, heavy petting & rutting, overconfident hux, super good fill for a kinkmeme prompt)
Okay, ever since it was revealed that Haggar was altean *Insert allura’s surprised face too* - I have been so damn curious as to what she would look like;; so doodled some ideas? (Lowkey reminds me of Prince Lotor uh-oh)
If I’m honest from all the bad dudes in Voltron, Haggar is one of the many who has caught all of my interest. What’s her backstory? Why is an Altean whose home was destroyed by the very man she is serving, with him?
But there’s no doubt I have some sort of theories or ideas? I’m sure we can all agree that she has some sick ass powers; which led me to think: 1. Being Banished: What if back in Altea, Haggar was someone who was wise beyond her years and began dwelling in some sort of dark magic or even was trying to find a way to get quintessence faster for Altea (The whole stripping planets of it gig as seen in the show)- but King Alfor caught wind of it and told her to stop but she didn’t then was banished. Hence how she probably agreed to just destroy Altea with Zarkon.
2. Haggar ran away with Zarkon? I don’t know if you guys saw it but the scene where you see Zarkon unconscious:
You see Haggar standing by his side and watching over him, not to mention this specific scene
I ain’t gonna lie, this kind of hurt my heart- Maybe its stretch but.. From what I see it almost looks like she’s in Love with Zarkon??? I don’t know those don’t look like yellow eyes of just a mere Servant and Master, thing-o. Maybe, when the Black Lion was being made she was present and had met Zarkon. Just falling head over heels for the Ex-Black Paladin.Only quiznaking thing is, Zarkon just whispered sweet nothings into Haggar’s ear after he found out about her skills and powers. Leading to her following him. So it’s just an unrequited love ))’: That or, she was just like *sigh* “useless” nEXT.
3. Possible spy????Seems like another big stretch seeing that she practically was ready to kill Allura..but it looks kinda like she’s been brainwashed?? After all her Altean marks, had turned into just lines like how here eyes are Yellow, like a Galran? Even using her shape shifting abilities that Altean’s are known for?
4. Mother of Lotor (PFFF): Kay this seems like another big stretch or just me making up a damn AU in my head LMAO- it’s just the drawings I drew of an Altean Haggar just reminded me of Prince Lotor. After all /cough I do ship Zarkon and Haggar (gtgtgtgtgtgtg)
I haven’t really come up with more but there’s no doubt that Haggar’s backstory is really interesting. There must be a bunch of things she knows- what was she like on Altea? She has worm-holed *finger guns* her way into my heart. I like Haggar. Mysterious Haggar.
Tadashi traced the tiny notes as they slowly appeared on his forearm. The raised red ridges of the musical notes meant nothing to him; he genuinely had no idea what they meant. At 8 years old, learning the complicated symbols of sound had never interested him. Until recently. As of late, the small notes had been appearing on and off every few days. Which meant his soulmate had finally started writing. Tadashi had been drawing to them for as long as he could remember. Flowers, dogs, pictures of people he knew… Anything he could think of to let them know, he was here! An only child who lived with his grandparents, Tadashi had been waiting to meet his soul mate for so long he thought he would burst if it went on any longer. the notes receded slowly as he watched. Rolling over in his bed, and wrapping his blankets closer around him, he wondered what it sounded like. The music of his soul mate. Whether the person was happy or sad; what instrument they played and how old they were; whether they thought about him sometimes too, and enjoyed his pictures. ***** Kei’s long fingers, stretched and limber already from 4 years of piano, danced along his ivory keys. The old upright was his most prized possession and the closest to a friend he felt he had. It allowed him to vent and scream and pound into its keys without complaint, and didnt try to comfort or advise him if it wasnt enough to play till his fingers blistered. Kei was a ‘difficult’ child. An antagonist at his worst. Truthfully, Kei was an anxious child. So anxious his fear radiated into angry energy and vitriol. This, he knew, was not the way to make friends… But, everytime he opened his mouth to a stranger, irregardless of age; out spat bile. He was too young to hate himself the way he did. His comfort came from his skin. The tiny artwork that tattooed him silently and painlessly everyday for most of his life. Beautiful, intricate linework. The fading broke his heart, he wished it would stay forever. He’d never felt talented enough to reply. Even his stick men were wonky. Until he’d realised his talent was under his nose all along. He’d begun to write short melodies on his forearms. His favourites songs, things he’s written. Things to show his soul mate who he was. Being 8 years old however, not realising not everyone knew music, it never occured to him that his soul mate didn’t understand any of it, no matter how sweet the intent. *****
“Tsukki! Tsukki, wait up!” Tadashi ran after Kei as fast as his tiny legs could carry him, although he was certain his overly tall bestfriend couldn’t hear him through his large white headphones. Tadashi reached Kei and gently wrapped his tiny hands around his larger friends wrist. The way Kei flinched at this silent greeting destroyed Tadashi’s gentle heart. Kei turned towards Tadashi slowly and removed his headphones with a sigh, as if resigned to whatever was to come next. They locked eyes. “Oh, it’s just you, Yamaguchi. Why didn’t you shout me?” Kei sneered. “Sorry, Tsukki!” Tadashi beamed, dragging his friend towards the park. “I’m not pushing you on the swings this time…” Kei huffed. “Sure you’re not, Tsukki!” Tadashi giggled gently, still manhandling his larger friend through the park gates. Kei smiled softly to himself as Tadashi ran, full pelt, at the slide. 'OK, so maybe I will….’ he thought. ***** Tadashi pushed through the door of the Tsukishima household, his arms laden with his belongings and snacks for the night, spirits high for the sleepover that night, announcing his presence and removing his shoes with his toes, he traipsed in without being welcomed. He was always welcome here, it was his haven, his safe space. His favourite place in the world. He breathed in the scent. Vanilla and sweet fruit. It smelled like Tsukki here. Or Tsukki smelt like the house… Either way it was wonderful. He heard distant piano from the dining room; which meant Tsukki was definitely here. Whatever it was he was playing, it was wonderful, soft and bittersweet, flowing like water over him as he took his time making his way down the hall. He’d hate to disturn Tsukki while he was playing. He always looked so calm and content while his fingers danced over keys reading notes Tadashi still couldn’t read. He’d thought many times about asking Tsukki to teach him piano, or at least to read the sheet music, but the idea of being even more of a burden was too much for him to cope with. As he approached the slightly ajar door, the velvety music came to a close. Then his left arm tingled the way it does when your soulmate sends you a message. There they were again. The beautifully drawn and prepared notes. He’d die to hear them. He peeked through the door jamb. Tsukki was writing in blue ink on his forearm. He was writing music notes. On his left forearm. NO. NOT TSUKKI. NOT A BOY. Tadashi’s chest constricted. He was certain he was going to suffocate right there in the hallway, surrounded by video games and chocolate bars aged 13 years old. This was awful. He couldn’t tell him. Never. They’re friendship was everything to him. Maybe they were platonic soulmates? That could be a thing right? HE’D never met platonic soulmates before, or heard of them but they MUST be a thing….? Oh god no. “Yamaguchi? Why are you skulking around in my hallway?” Kei had heard the clatter of Tadashi’s things hitting the floor. Tadashi’s head whipped around so fast he felt his neck crack. “Sorry, Tsukki! I dropped some things…” Tadashi could feel his face burning, how humiliating. Kei clicked his tongue and bent down to retrieve the items that littered his floor. Tadashi could only stare. Tsukki was actually really attractive, in a tall, lanky, snarkier-than-thou, kind of way. Tadashi had always admired Kei’s personality. that was no secret. Kei golden orbs suddenly invaded his private reverie. Since his recent growth spurt, Tadashi no longer stood quite so far below Kei’s shoulder. His forehead could comfortably brush Kei’s chin. But when Kei tilted his head forward, and all but glared into his freckled visage, Tadashi suddenly felt very, very small all over again. His breathe caught in his throat and his heart hammered a racy rhythm against his chest. “Are you ok, Dashi?” Kei asked, barely a whisper. 'DASHI. Oh god.’ Tadashi all but shivered at the childhood nickname. it was his weakness. Tsukki only used it when they were alone; and even then it was sparing. “I’m fine, Tsukki.” His voice sounded disconnected from his body. He was honestly just glad of how secure it sounded compared to the internal mess he was caging. “Well… Ok then. If you’re fine you won’t mind me handing you your ass in mario kart then, will you?” A rare smiled ghosted across Kei’s surprisingly plump lips and he pushed off the wall behind Tadashi’s head, grabbing bits and pieces from the floor as he passed them, headed to his room. Tadashi gathered the rest of his things together in a daze before following.
In the bathroom, later that night, Tadashi took his favourite marker in with him and, under the guise of a shower, he drew more than ever before. Every inch he could reach was covered in the things he loved. French fries from his favourite fast food place, a couple tiny dogs chasing after a ball, flowers and beautifully decorated cakes like the ones in his grandparents bakery that Tsukki loved so much, he even drew a few books upon a shelf; their tiny titles too small to read. He drew till his hand ached, his way of thanking Kei for the music. Knowing who write the miniscule notations suddenly made them so much more important. Tadashi knew what music really meant to Kei. It was his life the way art was Tadashi’s home. He suddenly understood the time and effort Kei would have spent making sure that every note was perfect, every song choice immaculate. His taste had always been impeccable. And that was the shame of it. Kei had always had such high standards. Tadashi may pass the friendship test, but with his freckled mess of chubby cheeks and unruly hair, he was far from a catch. His one redeeming feature were his olive eyes. Even he liked them, but that didnt mean Kei would. He knew that as soul mates they were destined to fall in love. Or were already in love, or something. He didn’t really understand the whole thing. Tadashi stripped the last of his clothes and stepped under the shower head, scrubbing at the remnants of his love, removing any trace that might let Kei in on his secret. A secret he intended to keep. He could love him from where he was, and that was fine.
Kei stared in awe at his arms, legs, stomach and chest. His body tingled everywhere, the miniature art gallery that was his skin alive with his soul mates creations. Kei didn’t know who they were, but their skin sketches had kept him alive some nights. When he’d been lonely as a child, they’d been there so send him some joy. A smile, an unexpected laugh, it didn’t matter where they really where to Kei, they’d been there to HIM. He couldn’t care less who they were either, as long as they drew for him everyday, anything. He lived only for the day he could see more than sketches that faded in minutes. He wanted something permanent, something he could hold on to. God he hoped they felt the same. ***** Tadashi woke up alone to the sound of music. Typical. Even on a Sunday Kei couldn’t sleep past 7. Tadashi hauled ass out of bed and slipped on a jumper. Kei house was always so cold in the morning. He glared, bleary eyed, at the bedside clock. 7:18am. Of course it was. He stole some socks from Kei’s drawer and dragged them onto his frozen feet, then made his way down the stairs to the diningroom. Things had been oddly awkward between them last night. Tadashi couldnt keep calm and Kei had been even more quiet than usual. Tadashi still couldnt resist spying on Kei playing piano though. It was a guilty pleasure of his. Watching Kei lithe fingers glide over every key in a way Tadashi knew was NOT effortless style. Memorizing the lines of Kei’s face as he near grimaced into his sheet music like it owed him a favour. Tadashi had been watching for longer than he could really remember. How could he not have known before yesterday how he felt? “Tsukki?” Tadashi spoke before he really realised it was happening. “Hmmm…” Kei continued to play as he answered, his concentration clearly somewhere else. Tadashi crept across the room and slide into the space beside Kei on the stool. “Will you teach me piano?” He asked, hesitant. Kei’s hand still and the room dropped into silence for the smallest of moments before he laughed. “Finally. Honestly, Yamaguchi, how anyone can go so long without learning an instrument is beyond me.” Kei almost smiled as he shuffled his music. “Is now ok?” Tadashi beamed. “Sure. Not like there’s anything better to do on a Sunday?” ***** Tadashi rans his eyes down his sheet music. The notes ringing in his mind as the bus jostled down the bumpy street. His pen tapped a steady rhythm against his knee and he counted pace. He was sure something was off about the beat but he couldn’t pinpoint it. “Its in 4/8; not 4/4.” Kei whispered into Tadashi’s ear. Tadashi glanced back at the sheet and read it in the new rhythm. Kei was right. He sighed and shoved it back in his bag, he could work on it later, if he let Kei anywhere near it he’d 'fix’ it. He pulled out his sketch pad and very deliberately turned so that Tsukki wouldn’t be able to see what he was doing. Tadashi had very recently become addicted to watercolour pencils; he liked the way he could work on something and then adjust the colours together later. He’d also become obsessed with painting other peoples portraits, not that he’d ever tell anyone he was doing so. He just loved the people faces could convey so much emotion with a mere quirk of a brow, or the tiniest smile. It was through painting he’d finally begun to understand Kei’s tiny shows of emotion. They were admittedly miniscule, but they were there. They were Tadashi’s favourite things to draw. His sketchbook was a closed gallery of one Tsukishima Kei’s internal reportoire. He’d been aware of his and Kei’s soulmate status for almost 3 years now, and as far as he knew, Kei was still entirely oblivious. And that was how he wanted to keep it. At least for now. The bus pulled up to Fukurodani and Tadashi packed away his things. Time for training camp. “Coming, Yamaguchi?” Kei held out his hand to help Tadashi out of his window seat. Tadashi grasped it as gently as he could, he already had an unhealthy attachment to those hands… He couldn’t afford to be creepy. Kei grabbed his own bag from the overhead stoarage and led the way off the bus; they were, as usual, the last off. Tadashi didn’t dwell on the fact that Kei hadn’t let go of his hand yet. ***** Tadashi’s entire body ached. It hurt in places he didn’t know he even had until today. Coach Ukai was a monster, a monster encouraged by the rampaging lunatics he’d called team mates. Training camp had never been like this in Amemaru. It was barely 10pm, but everyone in Karasuno was asleep already, exhausted from their hectic day. He could literally FEEL Tanaka and Asahi snoring, their soft palettes flapping in their throats. Good god they should see a doctor… That couldn’t be healthy. Kei turned to face Tadashi in his bedroll and scooted, ever so subtly closer to his best friend. “What’s up, Tsukki?” Tadashi whispered, even his throat protesting at the usage. “Can’t sleep. It’s so uncomfortable here.” Kei croaked. He’d never been particularly good at the whole whispering thing. “Wanna get in with me?” Tadashi asked, without really having noticed what he said until it was too late. “I-I mean, we could share and put one bedroll on top of the other… to make it comfier… not, like, ya know.” “No. I dont know. Explain it to me, Yamaguchi.” Kei replied, the mirth lacing his voice sending a shiver straight to Tadashi’s already sore heart. “Just, that, we’re friends… So, it isn’t weird. We shared a bed all the time as kids.” Tadashi finished, lamely. He fought the urge to pull his blankets up over his face in shame. “No offence here, Dashi, but I think we’re a little too tall to share nowadays, we’d have to really squish up against eachother.” Kei leant over Tadashi’s face to whisper into his ear. And there it was. That crazy thumping rhythm his heart beat against his ribs whenever Kei called him Dashi. The room was suddenly far too hot, small and awkward for his liking. “Yeah-yeah, you’re-uh-you’re right…” Tadashi mumbled into his hands, he had lost his battle against hiding his face, and was melting into his own embarrassment, face ablaze. Damage done, Kei lay back against his own bed roll and yawned. “Night, Yamaguchi.” He breathed, and rolled away. Tadashi didn’t reply. He thought it best that way. ***** Stupid Kuroo. Stupid, Ugly, Horrible, Asshole Kuroo. Capital letters for emphasis. How dare he touch Kei. How dare Kei let him! UCK! So maybe he was overreacting. Soulmate or not, he did not in any way OWN Kei; but that did not stop him being upset. It was only a hug, he reasoned with himself as he served the ball straight into the net. His palm was on fire. He’d long since stopped caring that the skin was cracking and bleeding in some places. It must have been at least 6 hours he’d been here. He knew he’d missed dinner and that everyone was probably already back at the lodge by now. He simply didn’t care. They obviously hadn’t noticed his lack of presence. Kei clearly hadn’t either. Well, forget them. He had volleyball serves to do. “Yamaguchi!” Hinata threw open the gym door like a hurricane. “We’ve all been looking for you for hours! We thought Tsukishima was gunna cry! You should have seen it! Kiyoko-san and Yacchan took him back to the lodge to calm him down. He thought you’d run away.” Hinata half-yelled as he dragged Tadashi back towards the 1st gym. ***** “DASHI, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!? WHAT THE HELL WERE THINKING ITS ALMOST 11 O'CLOCK AT NIGHT!? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME!?!” Kei practically screamed in Tadashi’s face the moment he entered the lodge kitchen. Tadashi almost toppled over and suffocated when Kei lunged at him and forced him into what was admittedly a rather comforting hug. “I… I just… lost track of time I guess.” Tadashi lied, poorly, trying to hide his swollen, bloody palm behind his back without making it obvious. He failed. “What happened to your hand?” Kei asked, still infuriated as he gripped Tadashi’s wrist and pulled him to the sink. “Too many serves…” Tadashi hissed as the cold water hit his hand. He could feel the other team member staring at them. It had to stop, he hated being stared at. “You need to be more careful, you always overwork yourself. It’s not healthy, you stress yourself out and you’re always getting sick or you end up like -” “Shut up, Tsukki.” Tadashi near whispered. Kei stopped dead, then looked Tadashi straight in the eyes and smiled. “Sorry, Yamaguchi.” he said, deadpan as he handed Tadashi a tea towel to dry his hand while he went to get bandages. Tadashi turned towards his team mates, their mouths agape and still as statues. “I’m sorry for worrying you all. It won’t happen again.” He smiled at them as Kei took his hand back and began to wrap it for him. ***** Kei stared at his left arm. The floral vines wrapping from his wrist to his elbow becoming more and more detailed as time went on. Whoever his soul mates was, they desperately intrigued him. They’d been drawing more recently. He was becoming more and more vehement that he needed to find them lately as well. He knew he could just ask them who they were. He could just write the question on his arm and have done with it, but that ruined it somehow. They deliberately never exchanged words, he didnt want to change anything. But he also really, really did. Maybe he could make it a game. Like 20 questions. Then use the information to find them. He rummaged through his dresser, in search of a pen, then waited for the vine on his arm to recede back into his skin. 'How old are you?’ he wrote, his breath caught in his chest. What if they didnt reply? He waited almost 20 minutes before a single strawberry appeared, followed by 14 more, then, almost as an after thought, a half strawberry at the end of the row. He literally laughed. 15 and a half, well that was one way to reply. “Do you live in Japan?” He knew it was sometimes possible for soulmates to be across the world from one another. He waited again, 10 minutes this time. A squiggled shape appeared on his arm, when it was done he realised it was a small map of japan, with what looked like miyagi prefecture circled. “In Miyagi?” He replied, hopeful. That meant they were close by. He was still in the process of wiping the ink off his arm when the smiling face appeared on his inner wrist. “I wonder if we’ve met.” He writes back. He waited 4 hours. They didn’t reply again. ***** He couldnt write back. Kei knew his handwriting as well as he knew Kei’s. Tadashi put his head in his hands and sighed. Why would he start writing now? Kei had been weird since they’d returned from camp. He’d been weird AT camp too, ever since Tadashi had gone 'missing’ for those few hours. Kei had always been… Affectionate. Physically speaking. Not with anyone else, or in public, which honestly Tadashi appreciated, but he’d always liked to climb into Tadashi bed during sleepovers, or drag Tadashi into his. It was easier to watch movies that way, he’d always reasoned, when Tadashi questioned it. He’d also liked to hold Tadashi hand sometimes when they were sitting on the couch together, or cuddle up to Tadashi from behind when he cooked for them, which was often as Kei’s cooking usually ended with the emergency services. But lately it’d been more frequent. He’d figured out when they were children that this was how Kei made up his brash personality and was not an indication of anything else, but nowadays Tadashi had been doing everything he could to avoid being alone with Kei. He had to make sure he didn’t slip up; like suddenly shoving his tongue down Kei’s throat the next time he smiled at him and called him Dashi while they were supposed to be watching Death Note. “SHIT.” Tadashi said out loud, to no one in particular. ***** He awoke to the sound of screaming and yelling. “Not again.” Tadashi grumbled to himself as something large smashed against the livingroom wall. His grandparents sounded like they were killing eachother. He got up as quietly as he could and made his way down the hall. “YOU! This is all your fault!” His grandfather grabbed his hair from behind and yanked him into the livingroom. “Me? What did I do?” He and his grandparents had never gotten along as well as he would have liked, but this was the first time he’d ever been scared of them. “You killed them. You killed both of them.” His grandmother screamed in his face, tears streaming down hers. “What? NO! They died in the fire, Grandma!” Tadashi shouted back, knowing instantly what she meant. It wasn’t the first time they’d accused him of having killed his parents. His grandparents continued to scream at him. His heart breaking with every verbal barb. He didn’t know what had brought this on at 6am in the morning, but he hated it. He tried to get up and run back to his room, or the front door, either way, he needed outm they pulled him back, every time he attempted to escape their fingers dug into his skin more, finger nails drawing blood from his thin arms, his grandfather, still strong in his old age from his years of being a baker lifted Tadashi effortlessly and threw him against the wall. The impact forcing his chin up and making him taste blood. He wipes blood from his chin and panics, and while his grandmother screams he takes his chance. 'Tsukki, Help me.’ the blood dribbles down his arm, and he has no idea if this will work, but its all he has to go on, and he hopes for the best. ***** Kei pours cereal into his dino bowl, the early morning sun filtering through the windows and casting an orange glow against the counter top. He almost ignores the tingle on his arm, spiteful after they ignored him last night. He’s glad he doesn’t. 'Tsukki, help me.’ Messy and smeared with dribbled lines that send terrified shivers up Kei’s spine. He’d know that writing anywhere. He leaves the cereal where it is, milk splattered on the surface as he races to the door. His feet can’t move fast enough, his heart pounds in his chest as he races barefoot down the 3 blocks to Tadashi’s Grandparents bakery. His breath rages in his chest and he’s never been so thankful that Daichi forced him to run so often and so hard. He rounds the corner to the bakery so fast he literal skids on the still damp concrete and grazes his feet. He doesn’t care, it doesn’t matter. Only Tadashi matters right now. He reaches the back stairs to the apart, takes them 2 at a time, and scrambles through the black plantpot for the spare key when he hears the screaming through the letter box. His hands are shaking so badly he can barely fit the key in the lock when he finds it, and practically shoulders the door through the wall. He follows the dull, wet sounds of thudding and crying in the livingroom and finds Tadashi atop his grandfather, his face so covered in blood Kei can barely recognize his bestfriend of 7 years. Tadashi stops and climbs up from his grandfather, who spits at him. “Dashi?” Kei’s voice sounds as weak he suddenly feels. “Kei…” Tadashi sobs, “Kei, I’m sorry.” He cries as Kei lifts him up and carries him from the room, from the building. He lets him cry all the way back to his own house. He lets him cry while he dresses the cuts and bruises that litter his face, and even while he scraped the dried blood from Tadashi’s hands. Kei doesn’t speak. Tadashi doesn’t need that yet. He places Tadashi into his bed and wraps himself and the blankets around him, then pulls Tadashi’s face into his shoulder and strokes his hair till he stops shaking. After a few hours, Tadashi’s breathing has settled, and Kei begins to think he may have fallen asleep, except that as he tries to move away, Tadashi’s grip on his shirt tightens, and pulls him back. “Don’t go… please.” Tadashi’s voice is coarse. “I’m just going to pee, I’m not gunna leave the freaking country. Chill, ok?” Kei huffs, and hears a tiny chuckle in response. When he’s finished in the bathroom, he goes downstairs and gets Tadashi a glass of water, and makes them both some toast, then carries it all upstairs. When he walks back into the room, he finds Tadashi sat up with his back against the pillows and his head on his knees. He places the tray gently on his nightstand and puts a hand in Tadashi’s hair. As if to reassure him that he came back. “You hungry?” He asked, softly. Tadashi just shakes his head and sighs into his knees. “Shame… It’s got extra butter on it, guess I’ll eat it then.” he says, poking Tadashi’s hand with a slice. Tadashi slowly takes the slice and lifts his head just enough to take a bite, adjusting to cross his legs as he does. “You ok, Dashi?” Kei shuffles into place under the blanket next to Tadashi and hands him his water. “Yeah.” Tadashi sounds sore, and tired, but not upset. “Wanna talk about it?” Kei takes back the glass Tadashi hands him and settled back into his pillows. “They think I killed my parents in the fire.” “Oh.” Kei says. Weren’t you like… 2 years old when your parents died?“ Kei was desperately trying to remember. Tadashi never spoke about it. "Yeah, some electrical fault or something. But the week before the fire I broke the fire escape window. I don’t know how, I was too little to remember that, but I did, so when the fire happened my mum and dad couldn’t fit through the gap in the window, so they dropped my favourite teddy and told me to go get him, my downstairs neighbours saw me and took me to the front of the building.” Tadashi spoke steadily, as if reading from a page. “I don’t really remember much.” “I see… But… you were a baby. You clearly didn’t do it on purpose.” Kei stated, matter-of-factly. “They chose to let you go, they wanted you to be safe because they loved you, and that’s not your fault. I get that your grandparents are upset, but what the Hell happened this morning?” “I have literally no idea. I also had no idea I was this strong either. Physically i mean, emotionally I’m somewhere between 9/11 and the Titanic in terms of wreckage, but I’m actually kind of worried I hurt him.” Tadashi looked at Kei as he spoke, a pensive look crossing his freckled face. “Dashi. Why didn’t you tell me if you knew?” Kei couldn’t stop himself asking anymore. “I did tell you. I told you my parents died the first time you came to my house- "That you were my soul mate, Tadashi. You had to have known to send me the message to help you…” Kei sighed. “Oh. That. Right. I thought it was better that way I suppose. I thought-I thought i wasn’t… good… enough.” Tadashi sputtered. “You absolute moron… Wow.” Kei huffed. “I spent 7 years with you for the convenience then, did I?” “Being friends is different than dating!” Tadashi defended himself with a pout and crossed his arms across his chest. “Is it? I don’t think so. Not for us anyway. I’m 90% sure we’ve been halfway dating since middle school. Minus a few things obviously.” Kei laughed. Kei slipped his arm behind Tadashi’s back and yanked him into his lap. “Well, either way, there is no way in Hell i’m sending you back there. You’re just gunna have to move in here with me. Not that anyone would even notice, most of your stuff lives here, and you’re here at least 4 or 5 times a week…” Kei nuzzled into Tadashi’s neck, the tip of his nose catching the lobe of Tadashi’s ear. “I’m not here that much!” Tadashi face blazed, his cheeks aflame as he felt Kei kiss the edge of his jaw. “Do you wanna be?” Kei’s lips brushed against Tadashi’s ears and he melted into an incoherent puddle right there on the bed. Tadashi could only nod as Kei slotted his lips against his. So this was what home felt like.
actually really enjoyed writing this. sorry its late. and sorry it sucks ass. i tried. please dont hate me….. @akkaai
Olicity "Pitch" au - Oliver is the hot shot baseball player who's time is almost up and Felicity is the rookie & the first woman in the league. Instead of being a tech wizard she's a star athlete. Or Oliver is a baseball star who thinks too much of himself and Felicity is the agent who has to rein him in.
(Went with the second prompt–thanks!)
Felicity’s heels clicked against the painted concrete floors of the warren of rooms and hallways underneath Petco Park. But she didn’t notice that, over the video she was streaming on her tablet and the sound of her cell phone calling another phone.
When she got voicemail, she bit back a curse. “Okay, if that’s how you want to play this, Oliver, then I’m gonna play,” she spit out into the phone. “See you in five.”
She ended the call and shoved her phone into the pocket of her purse, while she hit replay on the video that showed her top player engaging in a game of strip baseball with three other players and several models.
“Damn it, Oliver,” she muttered.
Yeah, the whole ‘strip baseball’ element wasn’t great. Not when she had been trying to make Oliver’s public image match reality and his private image. When he had come up, he had been a playboy and a douchebag. But after sixteen years in the majors, it was well past time for Oliver Queen to be seen by his fans and the general public as who he really was: a man who had put his body through incredible abuse, all in the pursuit of a championship. A pursuit that his team kept falling short in, a pursuit that Felicity knew Oliver wanted to win more than anything.
Most of the time, Oliver wasn’t what she had expected before she had met him. When they had started working together at the start of the season, Oliver had wanted help negotiating his final contract and knew he needed to improve his image to get what he wanted. Felicity, for her part, had been intrigued. The Oliver Queen she met was thoughtful, serious, tactical. Not the drunk, flirtatious asshole she had heard he was.
And she had liked the man she met. The man she saw interacting with fans, with his teammates. Liked him enough to violate the boundaries she had set for herself when she started in this business.
Which was the last thing she should be thinking about right now, Felicity told herself. No, she had to be focused on this problem. Figuring out why Oliver had gone off the rails like this. Because this stunt was so out of left field, Felicity acknowledged, even as she winced at the baseball pun.
This kind of behavior? Oliver had left it behind, she thought. Ever since his best friend and teammate Tommy Merlyn had been killed in a car accident five years ago, Oliver had been different, according to other players and his coach, John Diggle. So she didn’t understand what was going on with him–and she was going to get to the bottom of it. Even if she had to use her Loud Voice.
Finally she reached her destination and knocked on the door of the trainers’ room. “Is Oliver Queen in there?”
No one answered, but Felicity could hear voices behind the door. Lifting her fist, she pounded on the door. “Open up or I’m coming in!”
She thought she heard a muffled “No!” but Felicity didn’t wait. She opened the door and stepped inside, striding along with all the determination and confidence that had let her succeed twice in male-dominated fields: computer science and sports agent.
“What were you thinking?” she snapped as she stalked over towards Oliver, who was ensconced in an ice bath. “Strip baseball? With girls who barely look legal, putting aside the fact that they are way too young for you? I thought you wanted to change your image, Oliver, not continue to feed this idiotic idea that you’re some spoiled rich kid who doesn’t give a damn!”
He wasn’t really looking at her. He was hanging his head, acting like he was ignoring her, which stoked her ire. “Look at me!” she demanded.
That got a reaction. His eyes met hers, fiery blue on fiery blue. “You sure you want to do this, Felicity?”
His voice was honey over gravel and she felt her insides twist. But she shoved aside that flutter of lust and lifted her chin. “You’ve been ignoring my calls and texts, acting like you could care less how I’m trying to help you. So the mountain is coming to Mohammed.”
“Okay, then.” With that, Oliver hoisted himself up, revealing that yes, he had been naked in that tub.
Unconsciously, her eyes flicked down and marveled at how little a reaction the cold water had on that part of Oliver’s anatomy, before she wrenched her eyes up to meet his.
“You say I’ve been ignoring you. How about how you’ve been ignoring me? For a month, I’ve been trying to get you to talk about us. And you’ve been ducking the conversation every time,” Oliver said, his hands on his hips, apparently not caring that he was standing naked in front of her, his body–scarred and rugged and completely, incredibly beautiful–on full display.
“So I pulled a stupid kid move and did something to get your attention,” he continued. “It was dumb and the last thing I needed, but, Felicity–I don’t give a damn about my contract anymore. I almost don’t care about winning a World Series. I just want to win you.”
Felicity felt her heart pound. Oliver had done this because of her? Because she had been too scared to consider that she was falling for a baseball player–for a man–like Oliver?
Licking her lips, she whispered, “I’m not a prize to be won.”
Oliver clumsily got out of the tub to be closer to her. In spite of the designer dress she was wearing, Felicity couldn’t move, couldn’t back away from his wet body.
“It’s not like that, Felicity,” he said, reaching out and clutching her hands. “I know you’re not a prize, not like that. But … everything’s changed for me. None of what I do on the field matters like it used to, none of it will matter, if you won’t give me a real chance. If you won’t give us a real chance.”
She didn’t know what to say. She kept searching his face, trying to find her answer in his eyes. And she thought he sensed her dilemma, her struggle, because he moved even closer and leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers.
That was all it took. Oliver Queen, the man who never said please, said it to her.
Going up on her toes, Felicity kissed him. Kissed him slowly and sweetly, her hands coming up to cup his stubbled cheeks, feeling his arms come around her, pouring herself into a kiss that was different from all their other kisses. From every other kiss she had ever had.
Because this was the first time she kissed someone without thinking about anything else but him.
Since I’ve done a masterlist for my multi-chapter WIPs, I thought I’d do the same for my one-shots, and will update this regularly. Click the links to find them on AO3, and please leave me a comment or something: it helps me write faster ;)
Dean and Cas rarely get to spend any quality time together, so when they do Dean likes to plan different surprises for Castiel. Tonight, it’s stargazing by a secluded lake - very romantic indeed. Then Dean has another idea…
The Green Line separated West Beirut from East Beirut during the civil war from 1975 to 1990. Due to its location as the intersection of the opposing sides, much of its infrastructure was destroyed leaving almost all of the bordering buildings uninhabited. It obtained its name as many wild plants with both wide and thin spreading foliage covered the whole strip.
It had been
weeks since Tara had led the Alexandrians back to Oceanside and commandeered
all of your weapons, and Natania was still furious. Her anger was less palpable
now, but few dared to cross her. Her silent fury assured that everyone gave her
a wide berth.
her pain and frustration and had no idea how to make things better. Without
weapons your community was weakened. This camp, filled with women and children,
was now at the mercy of any nefarious strangers. You didn’t blame Cyndie for
helping Tara. The Alexandrians were facing much of the same horrors you had
barely survived. Helping them had been the right thing to do.
Weeks turned to
months and there had been no sign of Tara or Rick. Part of you feared they were
long dead and Negan stronger than ever. Their possible failure left you with a
bitter taste in your mouth. The Alexandrians defeat could spell the end of your
peaceful safe haven and a return to the Savior’s bloody rule. Your return to
You saw Cyndie
walk past the tables and benches where the children were eating and you moved
to follow her. She spotted you from the corner of her eye and you signaled for
her to meet you behind the cabin.
“We need to
talk,” you spoke softly as she rounded the corner.
on?” she bit her lip anxiously.
“We can’t go on
like this for much longer,” you sighed, staring off into the distance at the
sullen form of your leader. “Natania is no use like this. Without a leader,
without guns, we’re sitting ducks.”
“You have a
plan?” she wondered, glancing at the happy children and knowing deep down that something
had to be done.
“We can’t spare
many people, not with Natania practically catatonic” you frowned. “Rachel and
the others can take care of the fishing. We need to go scavenging.”
“I don’t think—”
“No, you don’t
think!” you interrupted harshly before closing your eyes and taking a calming
breath. “Sorry, I just—we need to keep our people safe. You need to keep them safe.” She bowed her head and slowly nodded.
You felt terrible for laying such guilt on her, but your fear had taken over.
You couldn’t go back to that way of life. You couldn’t see any more people die.