crowd flying

tomhollandgavemecooties  asked:

Hello! How about a hc with the RFA+V where the bus is full and MC ends up having to stand next to their s/o (they are complete strangers) the whole ride, she ends up bumping into them so both begin a conversation and they get out in the same exit and boom: MC is actually their new neighbor. (You can leave Jumin out I understand if this one is complicated for him) Thanks :D

We included Jumin! Couldn’t leave him out;) Hope you like this one~ 


  • He was taking the bus back home from work again how modest
  • But he got off a little earlier than normal, so the bus was jam-packed
  • He was getting a bit bored, and no one was in the messenger
  • So why not leave a selfie of himself there?
  • When he took it, he noticed you in the background
  • Yeah, he thought you were cute, but that wasn’t the only reason…you could him dead in the act and he could see you judging him silently
  • He avoids eye contact most of the time, but more people come in and the bus hits a sharp turn and now he’s holding you up
  • “You’re the guy with the selfies, right?” you chuckle
  • He’s a little embarrassed, but explains and it strikes up a conversation
  • Turns out you LOVE musicals, even though you haven’t heard a lot of his work
  • You’re asking him so many questions about what he wants, and he can’t help but notice you concentrate on his work and not his looks
  • It’s a breath of fresh air
  • He’s a little disappointed when he arrives to his stop
  • He’s half tempted to ask you for your number, but other people are scooting out and the chaos drowns his confidence
  • He thinks you’re just scooting out of the bus to make room, but turns out you’re heading in the same direction
  • A few questions later, he finds out you’re his new neighbor and he tries to contain his excitement.
  • When you arrive, you pull out your phone “I want to take a selfie with my new neighbor.”
  • He didn’t miss your teasing tone
  • It actually became a little tradition for you two to take a selfie when you came back at the same time…and neither one of you would admit to loving the fact you have a trail of memories as the months go by and you grow closer


  • He got onto the bus at the last minute thinking he could fit
  • He didn’t realize it was already jammed
  • Unfortunately, you were the one closest to the door, leaving you two crammed together in the corner
  • You both were feeling really awkward, since you were super close
  • Yoosung was avoiding eye contact for most of the ride
  • But to make things worse, another two people piled in on the next stop, bumping you even closer into him
  • He’s still trying to avoid contact, so he’s staring down at your shoes
  • He realizes you both are wearing the same color converse
  • “Hehe, nice shoes,” he mutters
  • This relieves some of the discomfort, and next thing you know, you two are talking about your respective college classes and complaining about professors
  • You guys don’t hear a stop being called, and the door opens behind you
  • The pressure from the crowd sends you both flying out onto the grass
  • You can’t help but laugh at the whole ordeal
  • Afterwards, you brush yourself off and say your goodbyes
  • And then awkwardly start walking in the same direction…
  • You chuckle, “Are you stalking me or something?” 
  • He gets really flustered and vehemently denies, ending up blurting out his whole address dork
  • It hits you that you happened to be neighbors
  • When he hears this, he gets a bit more bold, “You know…I know this great pizza place nearby… “
  • “Yoosung…I know…I live here too.”


  • She was on her way home from a musical at the local theatre
  • And of course her car broke down
  • After it was towed, she took a bus home
  • There were no seats available, so most people had to stand
  • You came in with your arms full of books, and some impatient guy bumped you while trying to get off the bus
  • Your books went tumbling onto the ground
  • Feeling bad, she stooped down to help you
  • In the process, a photocard of Zen tumbled out of one of your notebooks
  • Embarrassed, you trying to cover it up, but she just stops you
  • You two exchange glances…and you know you have a connection
  • You start talking about his musicals and you’re fangirling a little when she says he’s a good friend
  • But this is only the beginning of your conversation  
  • She finds herself opening up to you easily–which is odd because you’re just a stranger
  • When it comes time to switch buses, you two end up on the same one
  • Getting curious, you ask if she lives in the same town you do
  • Turns out she lives closer than the same town…you live in the same apartment building
  • You get really close and talk through the walls sometime
  • “Hey, Jaehee! That’s my favorite song. Turn it up, fam!”


  • Zen made a comment that Jumin wouldn’t be able to survive one bus ride through town
  • To prove him wrong, Jumin decides to take it home from work one day
  • He regrets everything
  • You’re standing beside him on this ride, and you can see how tense he was
  • Every time someone sneezed or coughed without covering their mouth, you could see it threatening his sanity
  • You chuckle when he seems to be squeezing one of the bars so tightly, his knuckles turn white
  • “You okay?” you chuckle
  • He politely nods, “Yes…I don’t really enjoy crowded areas.”
  • “Then, you really shouldn’t have taken public transportation, buddy.”
  • Although he appreciates when you move a little to the side to give you space with a small smile
  • He’s refreshed at how casually you speak to him despite his three piece suit
  • He explains the whole situation, and you find great amusement in it
  • This sparks up a conversation and when it’s near the end, he’s showing you pictures of Elizabeth the 3rd on his phone
  • When you guys arrive, he notices you enter the building next to his
  • He finds himself trying to strike up a conversation while you wait for the bus or a taxi before work
  • After a few months, he finds he’s not satisfied with ten minute conversations in the morning and offers to drive you to work on occasion
  • A few months more and he’s asking you out to dinner


  • He would’ve loved to take his babies, but he knows Vanderwood puts trackers on them
  • So, he opts to take a bus into town for a little break
  • He ends up falling asleep
  • You’re sitting next to him on the crowded bus and you notice
  • You wake him up, saying you were concerned he would miss his stop
  • He’s kind of touched, considering you’re just a stranger
  • He notices a pin on your bag of a cat in space and sparks up a conversation by it
  • Sometimes, you don’t understand what he’s saying, but you still find him intriguing
  • You both are so engrossed in the conversation, it’s almost natural when he walks off of the bus with you
  • You mention that your place is nearby, and he kind of deflates
  • You realize you’re a little disappointed as well…it was odd how well you two got along
  • You guys part ways and you return to your apartment
  • You decide to go get some dinner, and to your surprise you see him sitting on a bench nearby
  • You think he lives in the next building, so you go up to him
  • “Hey! Want to grab some pizza, neighbor?”
  • This makes him laugh and he corrects you
  • You end up exchanging numbers and going out for pizza often
  • Although it becomes an inside joke between you, and you still call each other “neighbor” despite him living in the middle of nowhere


  • You’re on the bus home and you notice another man comes in as well
  • You can’t stop staring, because his aesthetics are too perfect to be true
  • He has mint hair, sunglasses tucked into his plaid button up, a backback on his shoulders a camera hanging from his neck
  • You decide to send a “discreet” picture to your best friend
  • Except the sound was on oops
  • He notices and you hide your face in embarrassment
  • He gives you a smile and asks if he can see it, since he’s a photographer
  • You try to say it came out blurry along with an apology, but you can’t deny it…since you did take a pic so blatantly
  • He actually compliments you on the photo
  • “Wow, you must be a natural. You know how to recognize an artistic shot.”
  • “Heck yeah, I do,” you say with a glance at him
  • You didn’t mean to say that outloud, but he only laughs again
  • When you two get off at the same stop AND the same street, he makes a comment about how it was fate you two met on the bus
  • You laugh until you realize his house is right next to yours
  • The next day you find a photograph in your mailbox
  • He wrote a little note on the back saying he thought of you when he took it 

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Blue Magic (Cover)
Ly & Dom
Blue Magic (Cover)

(i suggest you wait for the ending of the song cos goddamn that piano is my fave part tbh)

Piano by @cosmiicowl
Vocals by me

Your fave duo is back! “Blue Magic” was written by Jack Pendarvis and this song was used in the episode “Winter Light” from the Elements mini-series.

Here are Ly’s chords!

G                                                          Em
It’s a humid night, the moon is getting full again
G                                                                 Em
Somewhere there’s a slight figure made of paraffin
       D                                    C                D                                 C
And someone is turning it’s head, and someone is pulling it’s leg
     Am         C        D
It’s magic

G                                                               Em 
It’s a restless crowd, the doves are flying from his sleeves
G                                               Em 
One girl’s not so loud like a convert she believes
          D                                    C             D                                            C
She’s always been looking for wires but now she knows none are required
     Am        C        D
It’s magic

[ interlude: G Em G Em D C D C Am C D ]

G                                                          Em 
Wrap me up in chains with the magic words you say
G                                                     Em 
I can use my brains I can make my [ Em ] getaway
      D                             C       D                                     C
But I will be your volunteer if you make this love disappear

        Am      C            Am         C
Like magic,         like magic

G Em G Em D C D C

   Am        C     D    G7

we gladiate but I guess we’re really fighting ourselves, 2.7k, ragnarok-based au with more of that sweet whump, I’m on a roll I guess, forgive the lorde title and also thank @portraitoftheoddity​ for, like, a lot of the ideas under this fic, it’s all her fault

The roar of the crowd was almost deafening.

Once, Thor might have found a kind of satisfaction in this sort of audience, but at the moment he couldn’t find much satisfaction in anything.

He was at the end of the universe. His father was dead, Loki could be anywhere (or dead, knocked out of the Bifrost and falling back into the Void), his secret sister was picking up her bloodshed where she’d left off, and Asgard…

While he was standing in this arena, playing this Grandmaster fellow’s games, anything could be happening. He needed to get back, and whatever the Valkyrie said, he was going to do it. All he had to do, apparently, was defeat this Grandmaster’s favorite. He could do that. He was, right now, angry enough to destroy almost anything.

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Animus [V]

{{ noun // strong dislike or enmity; hostile attitude; animosity }}

It was hatred at first sight.

Fluff. Demon AU. 3,031 words.

Catalyst Series: a collaboration with @dreamscript and @zephyoongist

Seokjin / Yoongi / Hoseok / Namjoon / Jimin / Taehyung / Jungkook

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The first time you met Kim Taehyung was a complete accident.

Granted, the first meeting only lasted a few seconds, but his impression on you was deeply engraved in your mind.

To put it lightly, he was a grade A, certified asshole.

That day seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary. You were successfully melding in with the rest of the mortals on earth with the use of a temporary black spell, hiding your ebony feathered wings from the rest of the world for a few hours. Strolling down the crowded streets, your heart quickened when you brushed against a hunter, feeling the slight bulge of a shiny, curved weapon hidden beneath his worn jacket. That scythe-like blade had reaped countless wings of your brothers, sisters, and natural enemies alike, robbing them of their immortality and good graces. Forcing yourself to breathe normally and stopping yourself from trembling in slight fear, you willed yourself to not break out into a run right then and there.

Millenniums ago, humans had revered the angels and feared the demons. But in present time, they had gotten smarter, more violent, more vicious, more dangerous. They crafted and wielded sharp weapons of the darkest metals encrypted with the deadliest of poisons and curses. They called themselves hunters, and although they were a small bunch out of the entire mortal population while the rest remained oblivious to immortals, they were deadly and multiplying fast.

You had only relished in a few minutes of freedom passing between the cracked buildings and lampposts under the guise of fairy lights and the strumming of nearby street performers when a sudden shout had you widening your eyes in fright and panic. A male demon who seemed to be around your age came barreling towards you, a wicked grin slithering across his face as he grabbed you by the arm and shoved you into the direction of an angry mob of hunters currently scattering the panicking crowd of people.

“Take her wings instead!” he screamed before breaking out into a sprint and disappearing around the corner.

That little fucker.

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anonymous asked:

How would the UT, US, UF and SF skele-bros react on their wedding day with their S/O when suddenly, the S/O's (most probably racist) father objects?


“yeaaah… okay no.” He elopes away with his S/O. Normally, he’d salt the heck out of the dad but he doesn’t want to further ruin the day.


He actually might cry. He’s seen these things happen before in movies but he never thought… Sans tackles the guy and drags him away, yelling at Pap to carry on before disappearing from one blink to the next with the dad. Oh. He kind of wanted to sit down and sort things out but… this works too?


So this is the fucker he’s been hearing so much about. He straight up gets in the old man’s face, ranting off every single shitty thing he’s ever done to his S/O in front of everyone, getting angrier and angrier the more he talks till magic is bleeding from his eye and he’s basically snarling and is one heartbeat away from landing a punch. He ends things with, “so ya still object? no? thought so.”


He will literally summon an attack on the guy if no one stops him. He’s pissed. How dare an old FLAB OF SENTIENT MEAT challenge him on the ONE HAPPIEST day of his life?! How DARE he ruin his OWN DAUGHTER’S happiness? HE DOES NOT DESERVE TO LIVE (dear gods someone hold him back)


His brother forces the father to sit down with his gravity magic the moment he stands up, stopping things from happening in the first place.


He accepts the objection, nodding at every point the father makes, then proceeds with the ceremony immediately after the father has said his peace. Basically, “I understand the council has made a decision but given that it’s a stupid ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it.”


“I OBJECT!” The old man bellowed, face contorting as spittle flew from his mouth from the force of his words. The assembled crowd gasps, murmurings flying like arrows. Then all at once, a slam, they quietened. The groom stormed off the pedestal, crackling with dark energy as his coat swelled with an unfelt wind.
A startled yell, the bride’s father rose from his feet, hovering several feet off the ground before slowly being pinned against the nearest pillar. Panicked cries erupted from the crowd.
“I OBJECT…” Sans began, gathering the collar fabric of his father in law’s dress shirt in his fist, “TO YOUR OBJECTION.”


His longest deep sigh ever. He just ignores the father and carries on as though he didn’t hear the objection. He stares down the priest and the other officials until they go along with him and ignore the father. 

Brendon Urie x Reader
A/n: sorry mobile didn’t let me post this before. Also i had a lot of fun writing this. Enjoy!!!
Brendon always had a bit of anxiety when it came to airports. Flying, the crowds of people, missing your flight. You name it. But today was especially bad.

They had just gotten to Asia. The flight in total took 16 hours. The whole crew was exhausted and wanted to get some sleep.

But when they started to walk towards baggage claim, some paparazzi and people who wanted Brendon’s signature just to make money off of it, crowded around him. The crowd was about 30 people, flashing lights, yelling, and they were all surrounding him in a small circle. They surrounded him so fast that not one person could get through to help him.

He tried to stay calm and find Zack. He looked around and didn’t see him in sight. He started to panic. His breathing became elevated, tears welled up in his eyes, he felt like he was choking on air with every breath, his hands started to shake. His body was taking over he started to run through the crowd to find a quiet place to calm down. It felt like he was running for hours, days even, before he found a place to rest. He couldn’t see any crew or the band in sight. He couldn’t think. His mind was racing. Then he took out his phone. He remembered you. His amazing wife. He pressed your contact to call you. You picked up almost immediately.

“Hey Baby! What’s up?” Your sweet voice rang through his ears. He forced out a small whimper. You instantly knew something was off.

“Bren? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” You asked, worried. He choked out “Not hurt. There was a lot of yelling. Flashing.” He sounds distressed. You still didn’t know exactly what happened but you tried to calm him down.

“Hey, hey. Listen to me. Breath, ok?” Ready? In.“ You heard him breath in, then you said "And out.” He followed your actions a few for times. You asked “Better?” He mumbled “A little.” You replied “Okay. Can you see anyone you recognize? Zack? Kenny? Dallon?”

He looked around for a moment before he spotted Zack. He got up and made his way to him.

After everything was settled, Zack had told you what had happened. He put you back on the phone with Brendon.

“Hey Bren. I’m glad you are safe. I was worried, are you sure you are okay?” He chuckled and said “Yes. Thank you for calming me down. I love you.” You said “I love you too B. Have a good time in Asia. Stay safe. Call me if anything happens, ok?” “Don’t worry I will. Bye.” “Bye.”

Imagery for the Signs

Aries: melding, the sound of metal grating against a surface, smoldering ashes that seem to hold the burn of fire forever

Taurus: the calm of spring days and newly blossoming trees, sand slowly falling in an hourglass, autumn leaves and petals that descend the same

Gemini: an electric current that sends sparks flying, a crowded room full of conversation snippets never fully heard

Cancer: the familiarity of home, soft spoken words that lull you to sleep, the warmth of hot chocolate that thaws frozen hands 

Leo: fragmented mirrors reflecting only bits and pieces of a larger image, the glare of sun rays blinding your vision

Virgo: the silence of a forest’s shade, bitten fingernails and coffee stains that match tired eyes, unexpected rainy days

Libra: eyes desperately scanning a party for a familiar face, the quickly vanishing sceneries seen out of train windows 

Scorpio: locked doors with lost keys and shutters on the windows, hushed voices trading secrets with every whispered word

Sagittarius: well traveled paths that fork off into endless possibilities, loud and carefree laughter that breaks even the thickest of silence

Capricorn: spiral staircases that go on forever, photos of distant memories now forgotten, half complete buildings with their skeletons still showing

Aquarius: the strong current of a river pulling everything under, the power of a crowd united, the soft change from day to night

Pisces: clouds like cotton candy before the setting sun, day dreaming among wildflowers and wishing on dandelions 

if the crown fits | jimin & taehyung

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts and after some quick editing, i realized it isn’t too bad to end it where i left it off. it would’ve been longer than this but if it’s too much of a confusion, i might continue it

word count: 5671

summary: you were snatched away from a kingdom of societal rules, ballgowns, and crowns by a fire. although you were once lost, you found a home with a commoner named park jimin. however, your past may meet your future in more ways than one. only if the crown fits.

pairing: jimin x reader x taehyung

Beaten leather was the only thing protecting your feet from the rubble of the unpaved streets. While others may find discomfort with each step, you flew by the other citizens with ease… as you reached into each of their burlap sacks to steal the first metal thing your sticky fingertips had touched. By the time you had reached the end of the street, your pockets were heavy with goods.

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Sun hasn’t died

You know when I asked for a disgustingly fluffy prompt which a few people were actually kind enough to send me? Yeah, turns out I actually wanted to get this out of my head. It’s loosely based on the Radioactive video and I kinda maybe would write more about it if you’re interested; please keep in mind that I wrote it very quickly because I had to get it out of my head to write something else, so … eh. Let me know with kindness.

The crowd is loud and Magnus is bored, a drink in his hand, his elbow resting carelessly on the armrest, middle finger against his lips.

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Highland Park, the dirty place, where you can find spare parts in the gutters. When we had dreams as long as the pink jump rope in the garage, we were kings. I could never find the tire pump for my old bicycle, my mom squeezed my shoulder with bloody hands and told me not to bother. I stepped into the streetlight. I didn’t come out.

Pasadena, the stairwell city, where high school gave us aviation lessons in a leaking plane with no glasses on. We end up in the crowd at school basketball games every single night like we are scared we will miss something transcendent. Like we will see something in the moment that ball and his brown knuckles meet the rim, something that sends the Gods off of their thrones, kids into the street drinking water from broken fire hydrants slipping in their fresh sneaks, screaming nursery rhymes between rainbow braces like long dormant volcanoes. We don’t have to grow up to feel this way, us brown kids, us brown kids. I think I’m crying, I think I’m gonna cry. I shoot up and scream foul at an empty gym in my dreams. Please don’t forget about me. Please think of me some nights. Please laugh in your gen ed classes with your new best friends half eagle flights away, with your sneakers in knots, please laugh at something silly I said 5 years ago, when you are lonely in the crowd and flying solo like the red cup in your hand, when you are dripping like a Dali painting at the laundromat, and if somebody asks you what’s so funny say, “Nothing, just this kid I knew from back home.” When you are washed and hung out to dry, when you are crying in your dorm room and fear like soap bitter in your mouth because you are supposed to be an adult and now nobody is there for you: Plant me somewhere you don’t feel safe and. I will make you safe. Again.

South Pasadena, the glass sanctuary, where I didn’t get into the 5th grade play and held my tongue until it was too soft for anyone to give a rats ass. They call me sweet, and give me ginger snaps. The old thrift shop where they gave out free condoms is still standing on the corner, hip popped, habits still just as bad. Who do you think is throwing away their memories in garbage bags there now? Who do you think is wearing somebody else’s war? I could ask you to say sorry but you’d have bubblegum in your mouth. I could ask you to clean up your act but the sinkhole in the boarded up movie theater is just local legend by now.

Massachusetts, the something awful state, the dreams under my shoes and my back hurts to much to bend down and dust them off. There is something sharp cutting the hands of two rowdy lake poison slinging Irish Catholic boys in the bathroom of the Malden recreation center, there is something sharp and it is making them into blood brothers, and God as my witness it is my tongue.

Some plants are meant to be touched. Some flowers are meant to make crowns but I am not, and I am neither.