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Adventure 1

Originally posted by dreamjades

The first installment is here! Please reblog to reach everyone and remember… don’t vote in the tags! We are counting replies only. Voting begins now and is open for the next 48 hours. Thank you to @xerxia31 for kicking this off. Here we go!


“Come on, Catnip. It’s the best of both worlds. We can still spend all summer together, like we planned, and make money too!” He’s pleading, and he never pleads. It’s irritating, and a little weird. I turn away from him, huffing, and he sighs. “At least look at the pamphlet,” he grumbles from behind me.

Gale Hawthorne and I have been best friends since I was twelve, and we’ve had hundreds of adventures together. But this isn’t one I’m interested in.

“Gale, no,” I mumble, stomping through the house towards the kitchen. Though his velvet tread is near silent, I know he’s following me.

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anonymous asked:

Could u do a request of MC finding out one of the RFA members was someone that she or the other hated each other for just a misunderstanding and how did they eventually get along by explaining whats going on? Thanks ^^! A small scenario would be great for this.

I really need to learn how to do small :p Hope u still like this ^^


RFA and MC  with a rough start

Zen

  • He was at this club with some actor fellas
  • He was heading to the bathroom, when this tipsy girl bumped to him
  • “Tipsy” was being kind, she could barely stand, he held her and helped her sit on the floor, looking around if someone could help him, she looked like she was about to pass out.
  • “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you showed up of a sudden, wrath in your eyes.
  • “I was… I was just helping her. It’s not what you’re thinking, lady. I…” he tried to explain, but he knew what this looked like, he would probably think the same… but you looked at him like you were disgusted. Did he really look like someone to take advantage of a drunk girl? Like… a rapist?
  • You helped your friend get up and took her away from there, from him. He wanted to help you two to find a cab. “You’ve done enough for tonight, pervert!”
  • And you already knew it was a misunderstanding, your friend was conscious enough to explain to you the whole ordeal, you wanted to go back and apologize, but you were already in the cab.
  • He would probably have told you the same he’s telling now: “There’s nothing to apologize, I know how guys are and you couldn’t possibly know. Your friend was lucky she had someone like you to take care of her, babe!”


Yoosung

  • He was playing LOLOL, facing this rival team.
  • His crew ended up losing this round
  • His team fellas were pretty conformed, but he was sure this one user was using a cheat code
  • He confronted the user on a chat where both teams were hanging out and talking shit through the headsets, and the user, with a very teasing and girly tone, didn’t deny…
  • “Bitch!” That’s the first time he uses this word, that’s how PISSED he is!
  • “I’m still online, asshole.” And you turned it off. Ohh! Were you mad? Well, so was he, but he felt like a prick by offending a girl like this.
  • Yoosung immediately recognized your voice and apologized a million times when you two met. You giggled, it was no biggie, girls are called worse things in games like this, and… you really cheated…
  • “I KNEW IT!” he said, matter of factly. “So, uhm… can you show me the code you used?”


Jaehee

  • C & R was having this event outdoors.
  • She was working backstage
  • You were also working, but to the company responsible for providing food.
  • You didn’t have a name tag or anything that could identify you as someone from the staff, so she assumed you were one very lost guest
  • You protested as she tried to politely remove you from backstage, but she kept saying that without identification, you couldn’t be there. She thought you were just another woman trying to reach Jumin…
  • “Fine. I’ll go! You’re just as incompetent as everybody in my department. Good bye!” Oh my… did you just quit your job? Apparently, you did, as you walked away from there, she could read the company’s name on the back of your shirt… ohhhhh
  • Well, you hated that job, their incompetence of not even giving you proper identification (like, one that didn’t involve you pointing to your back all the time) was just the tip of the iceberg.
  • She still apologizes, she just had to look at your back! That whole scene could be avoided. You apologize too, it’s pretty obvious now you don’t think she’s incompetent at all!
  • She shrugs and just hugs you: “So, before you helped me quit my bad job, I helped you quit yours?” Yeah… something like this…

Jumin

  • It was a business party, he was talking with this old man
  • “Okay, business aside. Have you met my sweetheart, mr . Han?” the acquaintance asked Jumin. “MC, sweetie… come here!”
  • Oh, you are… young, very young! Too young to this guy, actually. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Han. Daddy, can I get you anything to drink?” you turn to the old man. Daddy? Gross, have you no shame of saying things like that in public?
  • You  and Jumin bumped into each other at the bar a little later. He’s still a little uncomfortble from what he heard before…
  • “Hope daddy isn’t being too insistent on that deal, Mr. Han. Be patient, okay? He can be a little of a control freak, but he’ll give in if you act nice.” you smile sweetly, there’s that word again… you have no chill, do you?
  • He judged you silently for the rest of the night, even when you weren’t close to your… “daddy”. Ugh… he hated women like that, he was glad you were taken, otherwise his own father could show up to snatch you away any minute, you were just his type…
  • It took him a while to recognize you, he was probably a little tipsy that night, it took you to start call him “daddy” for him to remember… “He really is my father, Jumin. Like, the man married to my mother.” You laughed, he wasn’t used to feel this embarrassed, was he blushing?
  • You just laughed, this was funny because your father was trying his best to set you two up that night, okay, now Jumin is definitely blushing.
  • “I mean… you see the irony in all of this, don’t you… daddy?” “MC, please…” he’s red as fuck, you broke him!


Saeyoung

  • He was on a mission on this host club.
  • His target was a guy who worked for the government and was dealing with a lot of confidential information regarding the national forces.
  • You are one of the hostesses, the guy asks for your company. Well, this is a host club… but this is troublesome for Seven, ugh… he needed the guy alone.
  • So he goes in your way and tells the guy he saw you first. “That’s… not how it works, sir.” You say politely. “Really? Not even if I buy his drinks and ours?” Wow, was he that interested in your company? You weren’t sure, but your boss told you to stop being stupid and going with the ginger guy.
  • Well, you should have stayed with the first guy, this one was boring, he wasn’t asking for any booze, he just ordered Dr. Pepper and stared at his phone the whole time. You tried your best to talk to him and be nice and all he told you was: “Don’t need to be nice to me, I’ll still pay you, don’t worry.” He wasn’t even looking at you…WHAT A PRICK!
  • “You know, when I saw you in the CCTV and figured who you were, I was really embarrassed, but I… wanted to take the opportunity to finally be a little nice to you…”
  • “And look how that turned out, huh?” you were obviously referring to those days at Rika’s apartment… shit! Are you still mad?
  • “Of course not, silly! I’m just joking! And truth be told… it was my best fee ever! That guy drank so much he threw up at my colleague’s dress! So… you saved me from that one.”
  • “Well, I… got a good fee for that mission too…” you two give a high-five.
Witches & Wolves- Part 1

*Here’s the first part to a hopefully successful series! No, our favorite sourwolf isn’t mentioned in this part, but he may make his first appearance in Part two, so be on the lookout! xoxox*

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I’d never understand the phrase ‘are we there yet.’ Kids never asked that. They could obviously see they weren’t at point B by looking out the window, something my sisters had been doing a lot over the past three day. The real question was something along the lines of-

“How much time left?” That. That was what I heard far too often within the 36 hours of driving I’d covered.

“About half an hour, Magie.” I loved her to death, but a seven year old could only ask so many questions before you had a mental break.

“How long is half an hour” she questioned as she tried to adjust once more in her booster seat in the back.

“30 minutes,” Lorie chimed in before I could even wrap my fried brain around the question. Lorelai had definitely been my rock in the last week, though I had to keep pushing back my impending guilt for making a fourteen year old step up to responsibilities she shouldn’t have to worry about.

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Online Fuckboy - Jaehyun

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh



Part Nine

After getting dropped off by Jaehyun, you slowly walked through the door trying not to wake Wendy up as you see her fast asleep on the couch. You were glad that she had fallen asleep since you were too tired to tell Wendy what Jaehyun wanted to talk about.

You quickly went into your room and head straight to your bed. You decided to just shower the next morning, your body was drained. After comfortably laying in your bed, you suddenly hear your text message notification go off. You grabbed your phone from your nightstand and checked who had texted you. 

Hey, Y/N :) Just wondered if you got home safely

-Taeyong

You smiled at the thought of Taeyong. You’ve been having mixed emotions lately. Your true feelings towards Taeyong was clearly there, but something was holding you back. 

Hey Taeyong! Yes I got home safe and sound (:

-Y/N

You smiled cheekily while texting Taeyong. 

Again, sorry about Jaehyun. I don’t know what’s wrong with that boy.. I didn’t think he was gonna be back home so soon.

-Taeyong

It’s alright, you shouldn’t apologize about him. I still had a great time! Your cooking is actually really good. I’m surprised.

-Y/N

You rolled your eyes at the text he sent. He was being overly confident with himself. 

Well of course. I’m the best cook there is. Perfect husband material am i right? (;

-Taeyong

Yeah right, you wish.

-Y/N

After ten minutes of Taeyong not replying back you were suddenly surprised by your phone ringing. It read Taeyong’s name. You hesitantly answered the phone, wondering why he was all of a sudden calling you. “Hello?”, you answered. “Y/N, sorry for bothering you… I just thought asking you through phone call would be better than text.” Taeyong said. He sounded a bit nervous. You were waiting patiently for him to speak again. “I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?”. You were surprised to hear those words coming from the other line. You were so shocked you didn’t know what to say. Without thinking, you said yes. “Great! How about at seven I’ll pick you up? Dress comfortably”. You could hear Taeyong smiling. Which made you smile at the thought of Taeyong actually wanting to go on a date with you. “What are we gonna do tomorrow for our date?”, you asked excitedly. “You’ll find out tomorrow. Right now you should go to sleep. Good night, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow”. You smiled widely and bid goodbyes with Taeyong. After shutting off your phone and turning off your light, you put your blanket over your face and comfortably laid in bed. You couldn’t fall asleep as you were thinking about Jaehyun and Taeyong. Part of you want to keep holding onto Jaehyun but the other part of you want to forget about him and hold on to someone better. 

Okay Y/N, let’s forget about Jaehyun. Remember the things Jaehyun said to you. He isn’t for you. 

After mentally talking to yourself, you grew tired and finally drifted off to sleep. 

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You and Wendy went to work the same as usual. It wasn’t as busy as yesterday since people are now checking out and not a lot of people are checking in at this time. Work was going by really slow for you but you were feeling lucky that you haven’t encountered Jaehyun yet.

After boringly cleaning the two rooms on the eighth floor, you had nothing else to do so you started walking around the hotel. You were so bored that you started walking down and up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. I needed to exercise anyways. While casually walking around the sixth floor, you hear distant running coming towards you. You looked to see who was obnoxiously running and you weren’t surprised to see a little boy running around. Seriously, where are your parents. You looked long and hard at the kid running and turned the other way. “Hey! Miss! Can you help me!”. You quickly turned your head at the cry. It was the same boy that was running asking for your help. You looked at him confused. “Please… I- I just need to hide… help me hide somewhere”. The boy said in between pants. You hurriedly unlocked the janitor’s closet and pushed him in while hearing footsteps coming near you. As you shut the door two men in suits looked at you in worrisome. “Hey! Have you seen Jisung come running here?”, one of them asked. You gave a dumbfounded look. “Uh.. who? Sorry I’m new”. “Ugh, never mind dude she’s useless”. The two men walked away in disappointment. You waited until you had no clear sight of the two men in suits and opened the door. “I’m guessing your name is Jisung?”, you asked nonchalantly. The little boy, who’s name is Jisung, slowly nodded and sheepishly smiled at you. “Why were you running away from them?”. Jisung sighed and gave you an annoyed look as if you should already know the reason why he was playing tag with those guys. “What are you sighing about?”, you yelled in annoyance. “Sorry.. I mean you are new. I’ve never seen you here before”. “I was running away from them because I’m sick and tired of being followed around and is always on watch like I’m some expensive jewelry in a museum. Those guys are my bodyguards. I just want to walk freely in this hotel man..”. You looked at Jisung in pity. “Aw man. That must suck. Why do you need bodyguards for?”. You kind of figured Jisung came from a rich family by the way he was dressed. You don’t see kids wearing Gucci clothes that often. “Because my dumb parents are always worried about me. But I’m fifteen! I shouldn’t have a babysitter.. I mean my brother’s twenty.. he’s only five years older than I am”. “You’re fifteen! Oh wow.. you’re pretty small. No wonder why you need protection”, you said as you laughed. “Ha ha very funny”, he said sarcastically. You stopped laughing at Jisung. You shook your head thinking about your joke and started to walk away from him. “Hey where you going?”, Jisung said as he started catching up to you. “I’m gonna leave now”, you said eyeing him. “Well hold on. Where are you going? Can you get me something to eat?”. You looked at him in disbelief. “Uh, I literally just met you and you want me to feed you? You’re such a needy kid”. “No.. I just want you to take me to my chef.. he’s on the first floor”, Jisung said. “Uh, yeah no. You can go by yourself. I’m gonna go to the employee lounge and eat my food”. “Can I come along? I’ve always wanted to try cheap food”. You stared at him. You didn’t know if you should be honored that a rich kid wants to experience cheap food or offended that he called your food cheap. “Alright kid. Come on”.

After chatting and sharing your food with Jisung, you realized that he wasn’t so bad to have around. He was great company and definitely made your time at work more fun. He was already feeling like a little brother you never had. “Y/N noona, you’re from America?! Whats it like there? Is it any similar to Canada?”. You smiled at the curious child in front of you. “You’ve been to everywhere else in the world but America? Why haven’t you gone yet?”, you asked. “Well I just came back from the U.K last night. My dad wanted me to go to a private school there so we were checking some out but he then decided that he wants to be closer to his work and to my brother so i’m gonna be going to school in Korea. Since my dad and my brother are so busy with their work, our trip to America is on hold for now”, Jisung said while looking down at the lunch you brought. “Well Jisung. If I ever go back to visit you can always come along with me”, you said smiling at him. “Really?! Oh wow! You’re awesome! I want you to meet my brother. I’m sure he’ll like you. You guys are basically the same person!”, Jisung said excitedly. You looked at him in awe. You adored how Jisung talked about his older brother. He’s always praising him making him sound like he’s a wonderful person. “I mean… I don’t really have anything else to do. Why not”. Jisung smiled brightly and got up from his seat.

You followed Jisung to the elevator. You both got out of the elevator and you were back to the floor you’re assigned to clean. “Hey Jisung, your brother is staying on the floor I’m assigned on”, you said. “This isn’t the floor he stays in silly. We just have to go upstairs”, Jisung said leading you the way. 

As you guys were walking you both noticed a man reading a news paper while walking towards you. You didn’t think of it much but kept walking. As you both and the other man got closer, Jisung stared at the guy intensely. “Y/N noona there’s my brother!”. “Hyung!”, Jisung called out. The man that was walking in front of you both looked up from the news paper. Your eyes were suddenly wide open as you see the person you were trying to avoid standing in front of you. “Jisung?”. Jaehyun looked at you and then looked his little brother dumbfounded. “Hyung, I’d like you to meet Y/N. She is awesome! You’d totally like-”. “What are you doing without your bodyguards? Did you run away from them again?! You know dad is going to fire them for your actions. God you are so selfish only thinking about yourself aren’t you!”, Jaehyun said, furious. Jisung all of a sudden grew quiet. You looked at Jisung’s face. It looked full of regret. “Well, hyung. Didn’t you do the same when you were my age?”. “I did! But at least I wasn’t so dumb like you! By the time I was your age, I knew what my responsibilities were. When are you going to grow up Jisung?”. You were shocked at Jaehyun’s words towards his younger brother. Suddenly Jisung ran off as he was wiping his eyes from the tears that were forming. 

“Seriously what is your problem?”. You were never more angry in your entire life. You didn’t like him anymore. You realized this was his true self and you didn’t like it. You now realized you hated him. “Y/N, this is a family matter this has nothing to do with you so you should just mind your own business”, Jaehyun said monotonously. “Actually, I was the one who hid him from his bodyguards. So it does have something to do with me”. Jaehyun sighed and slowly started walking away from you. “Hey. I am talking to you.” You grabbed his shoulder. He stopped in his tracks. “You should mind your own business and keep your hands to yourself if you want to keep this job”. Your eyebrows knitted together. “You know what, go ahead, fire me. Like I said, I don’t give a shit”. Jaehyun turned around to face you. His face hovering over you, looking down at you. “Alright, you don’t really care about this job so I’m gonna make you stay. But your cousin Wendy obviously needs this job so I’ll fire her”. “You won’t because you’re not going to..”. You didn’t know if he was bluffing or not. You didn’t know what he was capable of. You see Jaehyun smirking. “Watch me”. 


Okay so as basically every other person out there I am blown away by the latest Yuri on Ice episode and in a state where I just have to rant about it to even think about calming down. Prepare for lots of Viktor, and also both our precious Yuri’s.


 With just one look and one line of dialogue, the whole show turned on its head and we can now watch it from a completely different perspective, more correctly, Viktor’s.

FOLLOW ME UNDER THE CUT TO READ A MEGA RANT I PILED UP IN SOME HOURS ABOUT VIKTOR NIKIFOROV AND A LOT OF REFERENCES TO THE FUTURE 

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Gonna Be Alright (Steve x Sister!Reader)


Pairing: Steve Rogers x Sister!Reader (Bucky Barnes x Reader mentioned)

Word Count: 1792

Warnings: Saaaaaaadness (But only for, like, the first half)

A/N: Reader is Steve’s sister, but is in perfect health and has always been. It turned out a little longer than I was going to make it but I coULDN’T END IT SADLY! I just couldn’t after the Dean angst I put up! And… then I went a tiny bit overboard. But oh well. As always, feedback is welcome, tag list is open, and Gif is not mine.

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‘Five’ self-recs post - Dragon Age

Hello, readers!

A while back there was a meme going around that was in essence, ‘5 Self-Recs.’ I was tagged for it, but didn’t do it at the time because 1) I was in the middle of moving house and didn’t have the energy to spare and 2) it seemed gauche.

Since then, however, a few things have made me change my mind: first of all I finished moving (yay!) and am happily relaxing in the new place. I also remember thinking, as I looked over my AO3 page, that I wished there was a feature to let you boost certain fics to the top; since when looking at a long list of works, the author’s pride-and-joy stories get mixed interchangeably with their I-did-this-for-a-friend-in-a-weekend stories, and it can be hard to know where to start.

Thirdly, I’ve been getting a LOT more hits in my Kudos digest lately, which makes me think that more people are starting on their summer break and looking for good reads. (Hi, kids!) If so, and you like the cut of my jib, then this post is for you.

So here is Mikkeneko’s top 5 10 11 self-recs, from all my 200+ body of works.

5 Dragon Age Self-Recs:

…And, because why not, here’s Top 5 Dragon Age SHORT Recs:

The way I see it, there’s two kinds of shortfics: there’s the silly throwaway type, the stuff you write quickly for friends or for fun or just exploring an idea that doesn’t have the interest or the drive to go further. And then there’s what I call the one-inch-punch fics, which have all the power of a longer story crafted into a concise, quick format.

While the first five are more meaty stories, here’s what I consider my best short works in the fandom, none of them over 2k. Good for if you don’t have the time or energy to invest in something lengthy.

…and a bonus #6: Six Inquisitors Who Should Never Have Been Given This Much Power: A story about six inquisitors who should never have been given this much power.

I feel like these fics represent some of my best writing in the fandom, short and long. Hopefully you’ll find something you enjoy! Author friends, why not do a short round-up of your own? (*looks directly @fauxfires*)

About the Artist

My name’s Hailey, but you can call me Squiggly: animator, illustrator, skeleton enthusiast, grown-ass woman with a kid’s interests.  In my spare time I like to eat, draw, sing, cosplay, and voice act!

Here are a couple links to get you started on my blog:

squigglydigg doodles tag

my cosplay tag

voice stuff tag

Ghost Rider Re-Imagined tag (exactly what it sounds like!)

BATIM Toon Henry AU Materpost

…and here is a more direct link to my Art Blog!

http://squigglydigg.tumblr.com/

-LINK TO MY PIXIV ACCOUNT-

FAQ:

“Why the name ‘SquigglyDigg?’”

I’ve told the story before, but basically the username “SquigglyDigg” comes from several years ago, when I went on a flight to visit some family and had a little mameshiba keychain on my backpack carry-on.  The flight attendant was charmed by it, and kept giving it silly little nicknames each time he passed by, batting at it, saying “hello” to it, and stuff like that.  When I got off the flight, he patted it affectionately and went “buh-bye, squigglydigg!”And the nonsense word just stuck out in my memory, so I adopted it. :V

“Where do you work?”

I’m currently working for Copernicus Studios as a 2D FX animator on Season 2 of Pickle & Peanut.

“What program do you use to draw/animate?”

I use Clip Studio Paint EX for both!

“Where did you attend college?”

I attended the University of Maryland, Baltimore County, and graduated with a BFA in Traditional Animation in December 2016.

“Do you have an online store?“

Yes indeedy!  My RedBubble store can be found over here:

http://www.redbubble.com/people/squigglydigg

“What about commissions?”

I do occasionally offer commissions, but unfortunately they are closed at the moment!  I’ll be making a page listing my prices as soon as I get the chance to re-open them.

“PLEASE DRAW  _____!”

The more you ask me to draw something, the less likely I am to do it.  Please – I don’t take requests.

“I drew/wrote something for you!  How can I show it to you?”

Any number of methods (thank you for thinking of me :D)!  If I’m online, a simple @squigglydigg or @squigglydigglydoo in a post might work, but since I’m not always online, that method of getting my attention is unreliable.  A better way of making sure I can see a post you make is to simply make sure that #squigglydigg or #squigglydigglydoo is in the first five tags of the post!  I track both of those tags, and unfortunately, the way Tumblr works, any given post will only appear in the first five tags applied to it.  If #squigglydigg is the sixth tag or later on your post, it won’t show up in the tag.

Unfortunately, I cannot see my tracked tags until I’m at home.  If you’d like to submit to me a link to the post (or simply the content you made, if you don’t want to make your own post) so that I see it sooner, please feel free to do so!

“Can I use your art for insert-thing-here?”

You must ask me for permission if you would like to use my art for anything at all, period.  No exceptions (this includes you, RP blogs–I do NOT like finding my work cropped and edited for somebody’s icons without my permission).  If I give you permission to use my work, you MUST source it back to me with a link to where it was originally posted, and you DO NOT have permission to edit it beyond cropping it unless I explicitly say so.

Trust me–you don’t want to test me here.  I know how to use the copyright complaint function.

“Is it okay to tag your art as ‘kin’ or anything related to otherkin or fictionkin?”

Please do not.  I’ve explained my stance before, and am a bit uninclined to get into it again, but long story short, it’s more than a little unsettling for me as an artist to have people I don’t even know claiming my art as, in any way, shape, or form, a representation of them.

Anybody who disrespects my wishes on this matter and decides to associate my work with anything related to “kin” will be blocked on sight.

This is not a bluff.  I am tired of asking every single person individually to respect my wishes.

“What computer do you have?”

I actually have a custom PC, specifically designed to run games and process-heavy software!  The specs can be found in this post right here.

“Where can I find your Sans mask tutorial?”

Right over here, fam!  I’ve had a ton of people asking me this very question.

Note that I DO NOT OWN THE MASK ANY LONGER.  Please do not ask to buy it from me.  I also do not offer commissions for making copies of this mask.

“What is Mystery Skulls Animated?”

May I please direct your attention to this ask-and-answer from a while ago? ;D  It should clear just about everything up.

“What on Earth is Fantaman / Phantaman / Phantoma / Ougon Bat / Ogon Bat / Golden Bat?“

This link ought to clear some things up!  Basically, though, it’s a very, very old anime from 1967 about a golden skeleton superhero.  The show no longer exists in English.  The Italian version is available in every episode on Dailymotion, though!

EDIT: It is once again on Youtube, too, though I’m not sure for how long.  I’ve made a playlist of it here!

I took some extra time off sorry about that. While I was on Twitter I didn’t really touch tumblr so I apologise for that and I’ll get to it soon enough today starting with the positivity in the ask box.

But this post was something I wanted to do and I had been reflecting over it during my short break from writing to recharge and deal with some personal matters. New and recent followers will be lost to this save for those who have gone deep in to the blog and have been reading a lot of stuff possibly. But long ago I would take longer breaks then I do currently due to stress of the world around me, this blog became a great help to me and I had said I wanted to share to an extent what I was going through and just how everyone helped me out a lot.

It’s probably going to be a little long and I’m not looking for sympathy, to me this is a happy story because of the followers of this blog. It’s going under the cut since I will slightly go over some sensitive and potentially triggering things but I won’t be going too deep into it.

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Fic Recs!

@queerlyalex​ tagged me to share my favorite fics with under 1K kudos. I have so many tabs open right now it’s obnoxious, but I just have a lot of love for fics okay?

(also tagging: @damnfancyscotch​, @whatthehellisahoechlin​, @petals42​, @notenoughgatorade​,and @tattooedsterek​)

I’m going to attempt to sort these by ship, but other than that they’re in no particular order. Also I’ve recced some of these before but they deserve all the love :)

Sterek

The Curse of The Green Thong by twice_shy ( @notboldly​)

Mature, 6.5K Words

After finding a thong in the communal washing machine, Stiles makes some hasty assumptions about what his roommate does for a living. (Mistaken-for-a-stripper!AU)

As you will see after reading this list, I am such a fan of ridiculousness, especially when it comes to sterek. This is just a very cute and fun little fic where Stiles makes a lot of assumptions about Derek based on a pair of underwear he finds in their apartment’s washing machine. One of my pick me up fics!

The Principal Thing by fuchs ( @fuchswrites​)

Teen & Up, 4.2K Words

Out of everything wrong with the world, out of everything horrible that has happened to Stiles, out of kanimas and werewolves and sociopathic hunters and batshit insane high school students, Stiles had thought that his eventual and inevitable demise would be slightly more dramatic than this.

OMG. I love Hannah and I love this fic SO MUCH. Stiles is SO dramatic and the pack is so GREAT and everything is amazing and I laugh my way through the entire thing. 

Better Than Deep-Fried Twinkies by  shift ( @shiftsideways )

Explicit, 7.9K Words

There’s a guy sitting cross-legged in the hay, seemingly unconcerned with the cow excrement almost certainly contained within it; Inara’s laid down in front of him, and he’s leaning forward, her huge head cupped tenderly in his hands, his cheek almost touching hers. He looks completely enraptured, staring into her eyes intensely and rubbing her cheeks in slow circles, leaning into her with his whole body like she’s precious and beautiful and everything he ever wanted. It’s weirdly intense, and should really be off-putting, but Inara looks sleepy and calm and happy, and Derek is way too distracted watching the guy’s hands, long-fingered and beautiful, massaging her face tenderly.

In which Stiles hits on Derek’s cow, then hits on Derek. Also in which Stiles’ eyelashes are favorably compared with those of a cow.

COWS OKAY. No but honestly, my biggest kink is anything involving Derek Hale working with animals/dirt/driving a truck and wearing a cowboy hat. FOR REALS. Anyways, I love the way Clara writes, with the perfect mix of humor and just wonderfulness. (look I’m bad at putting feelings into words just go read the thing). 

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housekeeping?? idek

for a while now, since acowar’s release, I’ve felt…really dissatisfied with my experience in this fandom and tumblr in general. ik I’ve blogged this before but…I’m not done 

pre-acowar I felt very comfortable occupying a space in which I was able to enjoy the books and be critical. I joined the fandom after EoS, about two weeks after I read it. I think I missed a lot of the fandom squabble over that book, and so my initial experience was very positive. I posted a lot of silly things and memes and also engaged in critical discussions when I felt like it. I “metaed” a lot. I was far enough away from the books that I wasn’t really upset by people’s negative discourse and I even learned a lot from it. The fandom really opened my eyes to a lot of the problems in ToG (namely Nehemia and Sorscha’s deaths, and SJM’s lack of representation). I’m really thankful for all that I’ve learned and the many different opinions I’ve seen on here. 

But after acowar, I truly felt like the only person who really enjoyed it. I know that isn’t true, but many of the big blogs I followed hated it thoroughly, and even though I blocked anti tags, which ppl were using, I still felt like I was…some how wrong for enjoying this book? And in many cases, I felt as if some bloggers thought they were superior for picking acowar apart and hating it. The way they presented their opinions made it seem as if anyone who disagreed was incorrect. Now, I’m all for a strong persuasive argument, and I’ve certainly written harsh posts in my time, so there’s a place for them. But I was just…overwhelmed by the number of people who hated acowar. And it made me feel stupid or shallow for liking it. I felt, for example, like i HAD to be angry about Mor’s story because I am bisexual and a lot of other wlw on here were PISSED. And even though I understood their anger and reasonings, and even though I agreed with them, I just…wasn’t angry. I’m still not that angry. I’m aware of the issues but I’m mostly just…happy to have Mor, and happy that she’s bi, and happy with acowar. I know it isn’t perfect, but I am still happy. 

But what I AM angry about is the way this website perpetuates discourse that only seems to allow for one opinion. That really gets to me. And it makes me…a worse person. Tumblr culture brings out parts of myself that I abhor. Sometimes I wonder if it’s because I am a messy, hot tempered person who was never meant to have more than 50 followers on social media. Sometimes I think that I’m just not built for this. I lash out. I react. I say idiotic things and I get upset and talk myself into being more upset, when I should just be rational and courteous. I’ve said some mean, hurtful things to people and I am so…annoyed at myself for it. Even though I admit when I’m wrong and apologize, I’ve still been an asshole on here. And I think that only started after acowar.

I was dissatisfied with the fandom, and it made me lash out in strange ways, and it made me shy away from even mildly negative discussions. I want to appreciate discourse and critical discussions of books. And I do. I just don’t know if tumblr’s brand of that is compatible with me. I think that this is primarily because I am a big fan of “the text can be read in multiple ways” and…frankly, I hardly ever see that here. I see a bunch of people who seem to think that how they have interpreted things is ~the way.~ That bothers me as a reader and as an english student. It bothers me that people can be so arrogant. It bothers me that I have made posts like that. It bothers me that tumblr sucked me into being a petty, idiotic person who doesn’t listen to others. I don’t want to be that person. I want to be someone who supports nuanced, varied readings of the text, and who accepts other people’s readings. That is not to say that EVERY SINGLE reading is valid, because so often people don’t consider context, but it does mean that I hope to always be listening and evaluating, rather than ignoring and pushing aside. 

I’m just tired. Really, really tired. And I think that what this all means is that for the month of September, when ToD releases, I’ll be on hiatus. I need to read the book without the fandom. I need to enjoy it by myself and then come up with my own opinions. I also think that I am going to be making a formal book review blog. I’ll still be involved in the fandom here, but I want somewhere else to spew my thoughts. 

title: yesterday’s just a memory, tomorrow is never what it’s supposed to be

rating: t

word count: 2k1

summary: It’s not every day someone you know gets kicked in the head and forgets a couple of years of their life or modern AU amnesia fic.

a/n: I was checking my dash the other day and @hurricanedancer​ reblogged  this amazing post and mentioned in the tags wanting a fic. I was already planning to write something for Cassian Andor Appreciation Week (Favourite Relationship(s)) and this inspired me so I combined both. No such thing as too many RebelCaptain fics, right? Anyway hope you enjoy it :)

(I wrote the fic, but Bob Dylan wrote the title.)

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Stay safe in the FMA Fandom!

Several of my good friends have left the FMA fandom recently due to feeling unsafe, with all the bullying going on.  I’m very sad to see them go, and I think it’s important to come together and keep this from happening to anyone else.

Unfortunately, although fandoms should be about fun and sharing and community, there are a small percentage of people who enjoy making it not fun for people who aren’t their own groups of friends and followers.  While, again, these people are not the majority, they tend to be the loudest individuals, going out of their way to harass others, usually under the guise of white knighting for supposed “groups” of which they aren’t even a part, and usually going after members of the groups they claim to be “protecting.”  I want everyone to be able to enjoy this fandom without having to deal with all of this negativity!  Here are a few ways that you can help make the fandom safer for yourself and others.

To protect yourself:

  1. Block, report, do not engage
    1. Seriously, block block block block block.  If you see someone starting drama, block them.  If someone sends you hate, block and report.  Don’t reblog posts with wank; don’t even acknowledge that these people are in the fandom.
    2. Remember, a lot of the people spreading this hatred aren’t the ones creating.  You won’t be missing much if you shut them out.  Do keep in mind, though, that not everyone has the time or spoons to keep track of who bullies and who doesn’t, so make sure not to turn into a bully yourself and send accusatory messages if you see someone reblogging their posts (unless they have asked to be notified if they reblogged a known harasser’s posts).
    3. Do not reply to asks that have hate in them. This includes passive aggression (“Oh I liked it but it would have been so much better with x”), outright nastiness (“You’re y if you ship z”), or even false concern (“Oh I’m sure you didn’t know but this makes you seem like a horrible person…! uwu").
    4. Please know that I’m not saying “oh be the bigger person when it comes to bullying! Let them keep walking all over you!” Hell no.  But keep in mind that these people have one goal: making enough noise and spewing enough hatred that the members of the fandom who don’t feel the same way they do, who don’t ship the same things they do, leave.  This is accomplished by provoking arguments and plastering them all over tumblr.  Arguing with them will do harm, not good.  By ignoring and blocking, you are not giving them a voice.  You are taking away the only weapon they have, and you are taking the fandom you love back.  (Also, it drives them crazy to be ignored.  Shut them out.)
    5. Block them.  If you run a fandom event or blog, keep in mind that side blogs don’t carry over block lists, so you will have to add them in manually.  Don’t let them participate in fandom events; they’ll just cause trouble for other members.  Remember that you can block anons, but if you need to preemptively block people, some blogs collect the URLS of people who post hate in tags, and blocking the admins and members of hate blogs such as this one can also provide a good starting point. Heck, if you need names of offenders (not gonna post them in public), message me.  I went through and blocked them all, and my side blogs stopped getting hate!  Magic!
  2. Do not rise to their bait
    1. A lot of these people will demand that you release your history of abuse or assault or whatever it is that they’re using as a “pass” to ship things, never mind that the majority don’t have this “pass” themselves.  It is a very, very bad idea to disclose such sensitive information to those known to bully; speaking from experience, a lot of the time they’ll either accuse you of making it up or perpetuating the same abuse you’ve experienced.  You can’t trust them.  Be careful. <3
  3. Find people who you can talk to!
    1. Get a support group!  Find people who enjoy the positive aspects of fandom.  Participate in a fandom event (there are tons going on or coming up!).  Heck, message that blogger that you like so much; there’s a good chance they’d love to talk to you!
    2. I know that a lot of people who are affected by this are also dealing with mental illness, and it can be very, very hard to cope with attacks like this.  I understand, and remember that your safety is paramount. Block or tumblr savior everything you need to, and remember that the things they’re saying aren’t true.  It’s not silly to get worked up about this, so don’t feel like you’re overreacting.
    3. You’re not an awful person.  You’re fantastic, and wonderful, and great, and you deserve to be happy.  The things these people are saying have no basis whatsoever.  Fandom is made better for you being in it; I don’t care if you write, draw, make gifsets, post meta, or reblog stuff you love.  Please don’t ever forget that.
    4. If you need to talk to someone about this sort of thing, I’m offering to open my inbox or messenger right now to you.  I totally get not wanting to talk with someone you don’t know, but I’m here if you need it.
    5. On that note, if you’re willing to do the same and offer an ear for someone, or a shoulder to cry on, please reblog this post with a comment saying so!

To help other members of the fandom:

  1. Spread positivity, not hate!  Don’t send and try not to reply to angry asks—remember, your followers see the latter too.  There are tons of ways to spread positivity: @fullmetalpositivity​ was created for this purpose (I’m unsure if @fmapositivityproject​ is still active?), or you can just send random headcanons or plot bunnies to friends or complete strangers.  One blog I’ve seen doing this is @theroyedfairies, which encourages participation by community members.  If you know of anyone else, please let me know!
  2. If you don’t like a ship, blacklist it.  Don’t message people about it.  Don’t.  You won’t change a single person’s mind, this I guarantee you.
  3. Don’t repost art without sourcing.  This is basic etiquette!  Get the artist’s permission, too, and if it’s already been posted on tumblr, reblog that instead of reposting.
  4. Start a fandom-wide tag for wank!  If you do want to vent on your blog—totally understandable!—it would help a lot of people who want to pretend it doesn’t exist and stay in their own corner to have a fandom-wide tag, so they can block it with tumblr savior or blacklist.  I recommend #FMA Fandom Wank.  Just add that to any post containing things about negativity in the FMA fandom—including this post!  Though, since the tag is in the post itself, it’ll already catch it on anyone’s tumblr savior. ;)
  5. Try participating in a fandom event. Spreading activity is a great way to drown out the negativity.  You can check out @fullmetalcalendar for ideas!
  6. Reblog this post!  Please, please, please, if any of my FMA posts go viral, I want it to be this one.  Spread the word on how to make fandom a safe space for the people who want to enjoy it as a community.
  7. Thank you all so much for reading, and remember, you’re all awesome. <3

Okay so, I found this old Fluri fanfic in my GoogleDrive. It’s unfinished and unedited in any form, but I can’t actually remember the ending I was going for or how I intended to complete this story. Apparently it was started almost a year ago, so at this point I doubt the full idea will come back to me. I figured I might as well just throw this half-finished dork-fest out for everyone to enjoy. 

@suguelya - I am tagging you because I tag you in all my Fluri silliness and idk but feel free to laugh and judge this. 

Excerpt:

“Then let’s begin. Mister Lowell, you–”

“Formalities? Really? You sound like Cumore.”

Professor Cumore.”

“Yeah, yeah. Professor Hearts and Tightpants. Whatever. If you keep up that mister stuff I won’t–”

“Yuri.”

“Yeah?”

“Will you please tell me what sort of havoc you brought upon the school today?”

“Just today?”

“Yuri.”

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Homecoming (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Originally posted by hysterekial

Prompt: Hii again. Could you write a 40s bucky in which he leaves y/n behind when he goes to war and she thinks he died but then he comes back when Steve rescues him? Before the howling commandos? Thanks so much, I love your writting:)

A/N: I AM LOVING 1940S BUCKY. I’ve got The Andrews Sisters playing right now (OK, so the versions of their songs that I sang) and I am feeling great. Also sad, because this thing has a lot of feelings. Sorry. Thank you to @littlethin-gs for the request!

Tagged: @whatsbetterthanfantasy

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Mannequin

Summary: Dan is forced to go clothes shopping with his mum [or the one where Shy!Awkward!Dan mistakes Confident!Phil for a mannequin and things get awkward real fast]

Genre: fluff | AU

Warnings: I mean unless you find shopping and terrible pickup lines triggering, then you should be fine

Word Count: 1.1k

Authors Note: oh good lord its been a while im sorry yikes. Ok so this lil drabble is kind of like a part one to my tiny four-part series kinda thing called “The Ways I Met You” where basically its four different ways D&P meet each other for the first time. There are still three more to come so expect those soon and I hope you enjoy :)

part one of “The Ways I Met You”

part two here

part three here

part four here

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Darkness Rises

“Ruby! Why do we always have to remind you not to play with your food?” snapped a male voice, somewhere off to the right. The young woman ignored him, too high off her feeding to answer. She was still a relatively young vampire, having only been turned a few years back, and she was still learning how to come down off the rush of drinking blood. It was supposed to be a natural weakness, since vampires were considered by many standards to be much stronger, faster, and more powerful than other species.

“This one’s waking up,” Ruby replied softly. She was kneeling on the ground beside one of their recent victims, a young man with tousled dark hair. She’d been traveling with the rest of the Brood ever since she became a vampire, and never before had she seen one of their victims start to wake up. They had instructions to watch them for an hour and see whether they awoke, but if none did, or if they woke up after the hour was up, then they were on their own.

They usually shared, two vampires to one victim, so as to minimize the number of casualties caused by their feeding. Ruby was the odd one out, though, and since she was still new and needed to “grow up big and strong”, as Edge so humorously liked to put it, they let her have a human to herself.

“Don’t be silly,” came Christian’s voice as he gently kicked the side of his and Edge’s victim’s body. “Nobody’s woken up since - well, not since you did.”

Ruby smiled to herself. She enjoyed hearing the story of how she awoke. She’d been an accident, the result of a renegade vampire leaving the Brood to feed on its own. Edge and Christian had found her while they were pursuing the runaway. They’d thought she was just another dead body, so Christian had lifted her up to carry her someplace where she’d be hidden, but she’d woken up in his arms. He’d checked, and sure enough, she had fangs growing in.

She was the first person to wake up in almost a hundred years, so Christian had to hurry back to where the others were hiding to see what they wanted to do with her. Whether fortunate or unfortunate for Ruby, she had no memories of her life before turning - most vampires did, but Gangrel’s theory was that whatever the runaway had done to her had been so traumatic that her transformation had triggered memory loss. She’d never cared enough to pursue her memories, even though they’d offered to try to help her at least figure out who she was before. She’d awoken in a corner of Empire Central that was now part of Flair Queendom, and that was all that mattered about her past to her.

“Wait,” came Gangrel’s voice as he stood up from where he crouched beside his own corpse. “I think she’s right.”

“No way,” said Edge. “People don’t wake up unless they’re turned intentionally.”

“Or unless the vampire who feeds off them was careless,” said Emma’s voice from the corner suddenly, glaring at Ruby. She’d never liked Ruby, having felt that the other woman’s presence had somewhat taken away from the way the men doted on her.

“That is true,” Gangrel said with a nod. He began to walk over to where Ruby and her victim were. “Ruby, if this man wakes up, he’s your responsibility.”

“I-” Ruby started to speak, but before she could say anything further, a gasp left her lips as the man’s eyes opened. They were a stunning hazel colour, green around the inner rims and brown on the outside. She’d been taught to make it a habit of not looking into the eyes of your prey, lest some shred of humanity left in you surface and keep you from feeding.

“W-what?” stammered the man in a weak voice. Gangrel knelt down beside Ruby.

“Shh, relax,” said Gangrel in a tone that was surprisingly gentle. It was far from how Ruby remembered her own awakening - the first words she’d heard were from Christian, a flurry of “shit!” and “fuck!” upon realizing that she was awake. “We’re not here to hurt you,” Gangrel continued.

“Where am I?” the man mumbled. “I - I don’t feel well…”

“You’re a few miles from home,” Gangrel said. “The reason you don’t feel well is because you’ve just been transformed into a vampire.”

“Trans - what? A…vampire?” the man asked, his hazel eyes widening. Instinctively, Ruby reached out a gentle hand and laid it on his cheek.

“You’re gonna be alright,” she told him in a gentle voice, gazing into his eyes. He stared up at her for a few moments before carefully shifting positions, trying to sit himself up.

“What - what’s gonna happen?” he asked in a low voice, keeping his eyes locked on Ruby’s. She also kept her eyes locked on him. She couldn’t see it, but the other vampires were sharing curious, intrigued looks.

“You’ll come with us,” Ruby said, smiling. “We’re a family. You’re going to be part of it.”

“Did you do this to me?” he asked softly.

“I did,” she admitted in a soft voice. “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry,” he said quickly. “I’m sure it wasn’t your fault, and…honestly, this is probably the best thing that could have happened to me.”

“What do you mean?” Ruby asked him softly, raising an eyebrow.

“My mother’s crazy, and my dad…he just stopped caring a long time ago,” said the young man, shaking his head. “I’ve been trying so hard to get out on my own, away from my parents, but I just can’t afford it. I’d die alone.”

“Well, you’re with us now,” Ruby said, smiling. “We’re not crazy, and we’ll keep you away from them. What’s your name?”

“James,” he said.

“James,” she repeated, nodding slightly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, James. I’m Ruby Riot. These are the rest of our family - you’ll meet them as we go.”

“And speaking of going,” came Edge’s voice from near the cave entrance, “we probably should do that now. The moon is going down, and we need to be far away from here and sheltered by morning.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Gangrel, patting Ruby’s back gently. “Come on, you can talk on the way.”

“Sure,” Ruby said, nodding as Gangrel stood up. She turned her attention back to James, smiling and offering a hand. “Let’s go,” she said softly. “You’re with us now.”

Tagged: @hardcorewwetrash @macfizzle @she-reigns-in-this-yard

I Want You Here With Me (Like How I Pictured It)

Summary: 2009!Dan is so anxious for his first Skype call with Phil, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. But as it gets closer and closer to their scheduled time, Phil is still nowhere to be found. How does Dan handle Phil’s lateness? And will Phil ever show up for the call?

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluffy angst

Extra tags: 2009!phan, Skype calls

Warnings: Mild anxiety, but otherwise none

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A/N: After binging on 2009!phan videos (as you do), I suddenly felt inspired to write this short little angsty fic and cranked this out in a few hours! Title is taken from Something Great, one of my favorite One Direction songs. I hope you enjoy!! (Seriously though, don’t tell me Dan wasn’t a nervous wreck during those first few Skype calls) ;)

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1/ Nothing in the Mirror

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

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Summary: A lot can happen on a late spring day, especially on a bus.

Warnings: idk just fluff and embarrassment

Word count: 1252

Author’s_Note: This was supposed to be a drabble. Instead, it turned into a series with a number of chapters. It was also supposed to be suuuper fluffy. But just you wait until the next chapters. Nothing turns out perfect, I guess. This is dedicated to @buckyslion , who is such a cutie and who deserves a surprise. I love you, sweetheart. You’ll even find an easter egg in there. I’m so excited for this. :D


Today was a good day, you decided.
Training had been fun, your last minutes in the steam-off phase had ended in a hilarious splash battle and now, after showering, you felt refreshed. Your hair felt really nice today, smoother than usual. Maybe that was the new hair product series you’d gotten from your host mother for your birthday. Ever since the shower, your hair spread the beautiful smell of fresh fruits and blossom and you just couldn’t help but cherish it.
Oh, and then, your day had turned out to be even better, because the bus you usually missed after training came a few minutes too late and you were at the stop right in time to hop in.
Yes, your day was splendid and to be honest, the whole last year had been, despite being so far away from home. New York was an adventure and you enjoyed it.

The bus ride, however, was a different story altogether. Not that it could dampen the deep joy filling your body, the one that your friends kept teasing you for, this enthusiasm that captured your eyes, made them sparkle and, together with the relentless and huge smile, look like pure sunshine. Your curls tickled your neck as the last breeze of fresh air streamed into the bus, just before the doors closed.
The vehicle was packed. You were lucky it was still spring, with nice temperatures outside, mild, but already warm enough to wear tops and short pants. In summer, this bus ride could’ve been a disaster, but right now, it was still pleasant.
Some people left the bus at the next stop and finally, you could stand in the door zone instead of the aisle, where people huddled together way too close, bumping into each other every time the driver hit the brakes.

Soft music reached your ears through your headphones and you closed your eyes for a few moments, just enjoying the melodious harmony of sun and the content feeling in your body. This was a very good day, you should memorize it.
Of course, you had noticed the two handsome men standing on the other side of the door zone. They were talking and laughing all the time, which was cute because they both had their own ways of scrunching up their faces or hitting their chest to express their happiness.
Both of them looked fine, from the physical aspect, and they seemed to be driving home from sports as well, you deduced from their duffel bags and their choice of clothes. You knew your friends would’ve already tried to push you towards them. They looked good, sure, and you were usually a confident young woman, but there was no reason to interrupt them.

The taller one, the blonde, wore a tank top that showed off a lot of muscles, while the other one, the one with the ponytail, wore a shirt and a jean jacket over it. Plus he wore a glove. The jacket was strange, with the sun so warm today, but well, your brother was a frozen nugget as well. The glove was just weird. Maybe he was injured. Both of them laughed again.
Good for them, you thought. Seeing other people this happy was quite the thing to you - it always made your face light up just a little bit more.
Bloom by The Paper Kites came on and you smiled to yourself. This was such a beautiful song, maybe even your favorite, you thought as your hands gripped your phone to add the song to a playlist.

Suddenly, you fell forward. The bus had stopped so abruptly, you flew, landing directly in the arms of the big blonde guy. He looked as surprised as you and even his friend seemed a little shocked by the change of events. You blushed because the driver was still hitting the brakes, still pressing you into the well, very muscly guy. And you’d thought this day was good.
When the bus was finally standing still, you excused yourself and returned to your former position. The driver must’ve been new or the traffic just really bad or something, because he started to go and a half a second later, stopped again, making you fall the whole way back. Into the blonde. Oh great.
„Oh, and here we go again“, he mumbled and his friend scratched his neck, smiling as well.
„Sorry. I really didn’t want to-„
You stepped back a few steps, scanning your surrounding for a grab handle to hold onto.
„Nah, don’t worry“, he smiled and looked very genuine saying that. It was strange, you felt like you’d seen his face and this square jaw before, but you couldn’t actually lay a finger on where you knew him from.
You sent a look to the front of the bus, where the bus driver gesticulated wildly. He was about to enter a roundabout that, typical for rush hour, didn’t offer much space for a bus.
Finally, he made a move, though, still complaining, of course, just to send you flying again.
„I can’t believe it“, you mumbled, blushing a lot harder this time, because this time the blonde had seen it coming and caught you like a guy caught his girlfriend in the smoochy- area of an airport. This was so silly.
„And there she is. Just can’t stay away from me, huh?“, he chuckled and made you laugh. He seemed kind and as easy as you could tell the mood of a small child, you could see he was just joking around, making the best of this situation.
„Well, someone is pushy today“, his friend grinned, nudging his head towards the driver.
„I don’t mind“, said the blonde when noticing your discomfort. „I’m Steve, by the way.“
„And I’m James“, the other one winked, sending Steve a look. James leaned forward as if to tell you a secret. „Just wanted to let you know, in case you come flying again. I wouldn’t mind one of your hugs either, doll.“
His comment made you laugh and his face lit up watching you. The bus finally made it through the roundabout without any kinds of stops or sudden changes and some kids in the back started clapping.
All three of you chuckled and you finally dared to take a step back, out of Steve’s embrace.
„You smell really nice“, he commented. Aw, he really made making compliments feel so easy. Not that you were bad at making them either. Compliments aren’t hard when the kindness behind them is genuine.
„Thanks. I would tell you the same, but I was, um.“
„Distracted“, James offered, having just a little too much fun right now. You huffed.
„I mean, you should’ve told me before. I didn’t think about smelling your cologne. Sorry, I guess now you’ll never know.“ Because now, you’d hold onto the grips in the bus and no, you wouldn’t let go and crash into Steve again.
„Aren’t you adorable today.“
„Excuse you. That was rude“, you scolded James, before adding, „I’m always adorable, please.“
You grinned and Steve laughed out loud, throwing his head back and grabbing his chest. If you hadn’t laughed before, you sure did now, because him laughing was hilarious.
„So, what’s your name, beautiful?“, James asked.
„Oh yeah. I-„
Just then you flew forward again, but you stumbled and flew straight into James.
The next thing you felt was a strange pain in your head. Somebody had turned the sun off, too. Then, you were gone.


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I shouldn't be feeling like this

commission for @vyslanec

Pairing: F!Corrin and Azura, lowkey caminoka; 1k+words
In which the Hoshidos and Nohrs are rival restaurants and oops I fell in love with your voice

The guitar strums almost too peacefully, the singer’s voice clear and content, the restaurant is usually quiet at night; she shouldn’t be feeling this way, like the cluttered mess of books on her desk, the kind of feeling right before a test. The lights dim before Corrin notices; half of the lightings go out where there are no customers and the guitar strums even slower even as her heart picks up speed.

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