i have more stuff on the way. promise

How to spend money

Okay listen up, this is probably super boring to a lot of you, especially those of you who still live at home, but remember this anyway because it will save your ass countless times and still leave room for fun in your life.

Never utter the words “I just got my paycheck so let’s go out” Never. It’s the worst fucking thing you can do to yourself.

Instead, save your money at the start of the month like you would at the end. Only pay your bills, maybe put some in your savings if you can, and only get what you need. Nothing extra.

If an accident happens, oh shit, you got some extra cash to help you with that.

But if nothing happens, you have extra cash at the start of the next month!

I call them “fun money” because I use them for fun stuff like going out with my friends, but they are also good for new shoes when your old ones die.

I learned this the hard way when I only had 100$ every month (and remember, things are ten times more expensive in Denmark than most other places) and this system was so effective I still use it to a lesser extent.

Please listen to this 32 years old lady. I promise you, you won’t regret it. It will save you so much stress.

TalesFromTheFrontDesk: That time I was one of the weird guests who didn't trust the motel

In my early 20s, I took a quick vacation to a coastal city where I only had time to book two nights. Being largely broke, I researched online to find the cheapest possible hotel with acceptable ratings, and I booked a room at an okay place: a highway-side motel with exterior balconies that had once been a pretty nice family getaway but was now a rung or two above hotels with a number after the name.

But there was a major hitch: despite reviews saying the staff was helpful and the parking lot was well-lighted etc. multiple reviews claimed that housekeeping had a habit of stealing items from rooms. It wasn’t just one or two snowflakes ranting - there were reviews going back for several years where guests complained that valuable stuff had gone missing and management had searched for it to no avail.

If I’d had more money, this (apparent) history of theft would have gotten the motel booted off my candidate list, but I was living at home while working full time in another town with a ninety minute commute, so I was grateful that I could have a vacation at all.

Anyway.

I check in and the front desk is friendly and super helpful, just like the online reviews promised. The room hasn’t been updated in twenty-five years and smells like the cigarette smoke from people who’ve long since died from emphysema, but I don’t care since I’m only using the place to crash.

Still, those reviews of housekeeper theft bother me. And so, me being way more anxious at the time than I am now, decide to stuff anything I considered “valuable” into my duffel bag and take it with me in my car when I go to the city proper. This, along with my backpack which I planned to take with me anyway, is pretty much all I brought on this trip.

When I get back to the motel in the evening, I try my key card in the door. It doesn’t work.

No big deal, I’ve stayed at hotels many times before, I know the drill. I go to the front desk.

Me: Excuse me, my card doesn’t work.

FD: Can I see your ID? What’s your room number?

Me: (shows her my ID) 222.

FD: (looks at the computer) It says here that you checked out.

Me: What?

FD: Yep. You are Carcharodon, right?

Me: I am.

FD: Yeah, Carcharodon checked out at 11:25 AM today.

Me: I don’t understand. I wasn’t anywhere near the office then. I paid for another night at this hotel.

FD: That’s what this says. “Guest checked out”.

For a moment, I have a horrific feeling that I’ve somehow crossed over into an alternate timeline where I had indeed checked out that morning, and now I was trapped outside both the confines of cause and effect and my place to spend the night.

FD: Hold on a second.

I wait for a few minutes and then the FDA comes back smiling. It turns out that I’d left so few items in the room - toiletries, a shaving kit, books and a couple articles of clothing - that housekeeping assumed I’d checked out. Thankfully they still had a room available (the same room I’d “checked out” of earlier) and they’d saved all my personal items, which the motel had sealed in individual Ziploc bags with my name and room number. FDA gave them to me one by one and it was like getting my belongings back after being released from prison.

tl;dr I was paranoid and didn’t trust housekeeping with my belongings, so housekeeping checked me out of my room.

By: Carcharodon_literati

fall

or…lena doesn’t stop believing in the one person who believed in her

(or…the terrible thing i wrote to get rid of writer’s block and it’s long and sad but has a happy ending)

Supergirl dies on a Wednesday.

Sometimes, when she’s alone in her office in the wee hours of the morning, still in yesterday’s clothing and unsure when she’d last eaten, she thinks about that, the utter normalcy of losing National City’s hero on a Wednesday. Somehow, the death on such a boring day of the week provides a sort of stark contrast that Lena has trouble wrapping her head around. After all, surely the hero and pride of National City would fall in a blaze of glory on a Friday night, a Sunday afternoon, even a Monday morning during rush hour.

But a Wednesday? Some time between mid-morning and noon? When nothing was happening except for the drudge of the week, the tireless churning of society?

She doesn’t understand it—has tried to come to terms with it with very little success. In her weakest moments, when she’s staring down the end of a bottle of whiskey or wine (before Jess or Maggie or even James Olsen pry the bottle from her fingertips and help her get home), she thinks the very banality of Supergirl’s death is evidence of its unnecessary nature, its needless, pointless, meaningless, asinine

Supergirl dies on a Wednesday.

By Friday, the President herself comes to National City to mourn the fallen hero. She talks about the few short conversations she’s had with Supergirl, how everyone should be inspired and follow Supergirl’s wonderful example. A true hero, an exemplary citizen.

(Lena doesn’t go to the ceremony. She and Alex spend that afternoon in Kara’s apartment, sitting on Kara’s couch, Alex stoically staring at the television screen with silent tears running down her cheeks and Lena gripping her hand so tightly she thinks she’ll break fingers.  

After that, Lena doesn’t see much of Alex at all.)

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What gets me about the anti self-DX crowd is the consistent argument that the professionals spend years learning about this stuff, which is why they know more.

Except… they don’t.

Do you really think that every doctor spends years learning about every single disease, disorder, or whatever? They would literally never graduate. Ask any psych student how much time they spent actually learning about something like autism. Like, the actual number of concrete hours they spent studying autism.

I promise you by the time I am done with my psych degree, I will have spent way, way, more time on understanding autism on my own then I ever did in class, and that’s if I take a class specifically for developmental disorder. And way, way, way, more time understanding my autism in particular than I ever did learning about it in school.

Warning: watch out for leaks

Bunch of 2 min previews and screenshots have leaked for the upcoming Stevenbomb 6. As usual, I will not be blogging about them, and for this arc in particular, I would highly recommend steering clear of the leaks as much as possible, especially since the stuff for the later bomb eps leaked as well. It will be much more fun that way, I promise!!

Pregnancy Headcanons: Mystic Messenger

I’m a sucker for prengancy-related headcanons/one-shots/roleplays. I’m weird I know. Anyway here are some pregnancy headcanons for the RFA (slightly nsfw)(obvious spoilers)(Cussing)

Order: Yoosung, Zen, Jumin, Jaehee, Seven, Saeran, V


Yoosung

¤ Oh our little innocent cinnamonbun Yoosung isn’t so innocent

¤ Infact, 4/5 times he initiates the frickity-frackity

¤ Just so happens, though, that condom was expired

¤ And it was evident when it had broken

¤ And he had begun to panic

    × “it’s leaking- Wait it’s leaking, MC it’s leaking what do we do? Ahh-”

¤ He ended up running out and buying like 5 pregnancy test

¤ But the baby factory doesn’t work like that so they all came back negative.

¤ So he thought you were fine

¤ Until two weeks later when-

     × “Oh my God, MC are you okay? You sound like your dying”

¤ You made him buy more pregnancy test

    × “But the 5 you took before came back negative”

¤ He ended up buying 7 more, cause

    × “One of them could be faulty”

¤ You took 7 test, 5 of which back positive

¤ So Yoosung begun freaking out even more

    × “MC I’m so sorry I should have checked the expiration date this is all my fault”

¤ You couldn’t help but laugh

¤ That laughter quickly turn to tears because holy fuck your having a tiny human.

¤ Cue more panic from Yoosung

    × “MC?? No MC don’t cry or I’ll start crying too! MC”

¤ And here we have two crying grown children

¤ When the two of you finally calmed the hell down you begun to talk about it

    × You both came to the conclusion that you both weren’t ready for a responsibility of this magnitude and that the best option for the child would be for them do go into adoption

¤ Despite all that, Yoosung still did everything to make you comfortable

    × Mc.Rognalds at 4am? He’s got you covered. 

    × Extra pillows, even if that leaves him with none? Alright. 

     × Missing out on the most important, once in a life time quest, just so he can cuddle when you ask?

          € “Sorry guys, I have to do something Irl”

¤ When you *finally* go into labour, he freaks out, and you end up having to call the ambulance because he’s not calm enough to take you himself.

¤ Labour ends, and he probably won’t be able to use that hand for a while

¤ And then the doctor asks a simple question

     × “Would you both like to see the baby before signing the adoption papers?”

¤ You both kinda look at each other, silently deciding.

¤ And then he nods, and you nod, and the doctor goes off to get the baby.

¤ The baby is completely healthy. Perfect weight, and with bright violet eyes and just a little (H/c) hair.

¤ And as you get to hold the baby for a few minutes, he kinda just stares in awe.

¤ And the silence is broken

     × “MC”

     × “Yeah…”

     × “They… they kinda look like us, huh?”

     × “Mmhmm. They have your eyes”

     × “ And your hair… MC?”

     × “Yes, Yoosung?”

     × “Do you maybe wanna keep them? I mean I know we’re not really ready but people aren’t always ready, and maybe we can do it”

¤ And that was all it took.

 ÷BONUS÷

     × Yoosung has joined the chat

     × Mc has joined the chat

     × Mc: As many of you may have known, I was pregnant for the past 9 months

     × Zen: wait what?

     × Jaehee: I don’t believe you informed us

     × 707: Lololol they didn't 

     × Mc: Great news:

     × Yoosung: We’re keeping them!

     × Yoosung has left the chat

     × Mc has left the chat 

     × Zen: They’re joking right?


Zen

¤ Oh boy

¤ It was a common wonder if you were pregnant with this one.

¤ Because it was constantly

     × “Condoms can take the pleasure out of sex”

¤ That and birth control was a difficult thing to remember.

¤ So you kept a few pregnancy test

     × More like a box filled with them

¤ So when you took 2 test, and they both came back positive, you weren’t shocked

¤ But you decided to tell him in a more fun way

¤ So you bought baby carrots, a baby bottle and a pacifier 

¤ But when you got home, he was already there

¤ And holding a stick with pee

     × “Mc are you pregnant”

     × “Yes”

¤ You were disappointed because you had bought so much stuff to surprise him and he had found out in other means.

¤ But then he hugged you

     × “Mc I promise I’m going to be the best father that I can be, and I’ll always support the baby”

¤ And aww Zenny

¤ And then he proposed

     × “I know I don’t have a ring right now but marry me please”

     × “Of course”

¤ And waterworks come in, and well yeah its a happy day.

¤ He still does his plays, but will call you at every minute of the hour to make sure your okay

¤ If you want something, he will liTTERLY PAUSE REHERSAL SO HE CAN GO GET IT AND BRING IT TO YOU

     × “Zen where are you going?”

     × “Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a few minutes”

¤ Gets introuble alot, until he finally explains to the director whats going on

¤ When you go into labour, he’s in the middle of the real-deal play

¤ So his phone isn’t nearby

¤ When he finally hears the message he freaks out and runs to the hospital

¤ like litterly runs

¤ He gets there just on time, and won’t stop apologizing

     × “MC I’m so sorry, you know the premire was today and I didn’t have my phone on me”

     × “Stop apologizing and get over here”

¤ Push

¤ It’s a healthy baby.

¤ You got to hold the baby for about a minute before he starts complaining

     × “Come on MC I want to hold them too”

     × You’d glare at him “I just pushed them out of my va-jay-jay after holding them in my stomach for 9 months, I believe I can hold them longer than a minute”

¤ A happy little family


Jumin

¤ It wasn’t like you two were trying

¤ But you weren’t not trying either

¤ It was more of a if it happens it happens thing.

¤ So when it happened you were happy.

¤ You, ofcourse, went to the doctor first and got yourself checked

¤ And yep, 4 weeks pregnant.

¤ You managed to convice the doctor to give you a sonogram right there and then and you got a copy of it

¤ Now to tell Jumin

¤ You made his favourite dinner, made the table look nice.

¤ Four plates, one for you, another for Jumin, one for Elizabeth and finally one for the unborn child

¤ On the plate of the missing guest, the envelope that had the sonogram layed there. 

¤ When he gets home and dinner begins he’s absolutely confused 

    × “MC are we expecting guest?”

¤ Finally he notices the envelope, and becomes more curious

¤ He looks over at you, and you give him a nod that screams “Just open it already”

¤ So he does

¤ And he kinda stares at it for a while

¤ And you can’t read any emotion on his face

¤ And there’s just silence

¤ Until

    × “Is this a sonogram?”

    × “Yes”

    × “Is this your sonogram”

    × “Yes”

    × “Did you hear that Elizabeth 3rd? You will be a sister" 

¤ He eventually gets up and gives you a nice little kiss, that though it’s not too long means alot

¤ It’s joyous moment

¤ Low key scared that he will end up like his father

¤ When you find out you comfort him

     × ” Your father is your father, and you’re you"

¤ Now this boy will not let you do anything

¤ Right after the dinner, he hired a maid specifically for your needs only, durring the day time

¤ And at night when you get your cravings, he will get anything needed

¤ Well he won’t, but Jaehee will.

     × “Assistant Kang, I need you to buy some cheese with barbecue sauce and peanut butter”

     × “Mr.Han its 3:45 in the morning, where will I find that-”

     × He’s already hung up.

¤ And oooh boy, that baby hasn’t been born yet and already its been spoiled rotten.

¤ A nursery fit for royalty.

¤ Best toys

¤ And not to mention appointments 10 times a week

¤ Only the finest of doctors for his baby

¤ When you’re close to the due date he finds a way to work from home

¤ He convinces you to get a C-Section so that it doesn’t pain you as much

¤ Jumin Han? More like Daddy Han

¤ He won’t stop posting pictures of the baby and Elizabeth 3rd on the messenger


Jaehee 

¤ It happened while you two were on a break. 

¤ An open break

¤ And you were… well… drunk

¤ Pretty much a one night stand with no protection

¤ Eventually you an Jaehee did get back together like a week later

¤ And a week after that you weren’t feeling so hot

     × nausea, hungry, moody

¤ Felt like your period but the blood was missing

¤ Eventually Jaehee took you to your doctor.

¤ Your doctor ran the same test 5 times

¤ Finally they simply asked you if “You had been sexually active with a male”

¤ To which you reply no

¤ And a few seconds later Maybe/Yes

¤ Jaehee just like ??? What

¤ And then the news

     × “MC you’re pregnant”

¤ They leave you two alone to talk because he knows something happened

¤ There was silence for a few minutes

¤ And then you could hear Jaehee choke back a sob

     × “MC I thought you would have been different… I thought this would have been different”

¤ You begin to explain to her how it all happened and when

¤ It makes it better but not completely okay

¤ It takes a few months for her to completely over it 

¤ Once it gets to that point, shes ecstatic over the baby

¤ She always seems to have just what you need 

    × “Jaehee do you mind getting me a-”

    × She passes you a pickle covered in Nutela

    × “Thank you”

¤ When you go into labour she gets a call at work.

¤ Actually she gets 6 missed calls from an unknown number before deciding to pick up.

    × “Excuse me, am I speaking with Ms. Jaehee Kang?

    × “This is she”

    × “I am calling about Mc, she seems to have gone into labour early and you are the number marked into her emergency contacts- hello?”

¤ She was at the hospital faster than the speed limit allowed.

¤ After, of course, informing her boss

¤ She knew just how make you comfortable and not get her hand squeezed near broken by the end

¤ Your really exausted so she’s actually the first to hold the baby.

¤ They’re small, and a tad underweight but otherwise healthy.


Seven-o-Seven

¤ The thing is, you two have gotten frisky even when Saeran was home

¤ And anytime, everywhere

     × “Why can’t those two shut up for just one night”

¤ So the reality was, you getting pregnant was expected

¤ Except it never happened

¤ Because you, my dear, where as infertile as a mule

¤ Pregnancy was a difficult thing to achieve

¤ So babies didn’t seem like a possibility

¤ Until your boy Saeyoung came home wiTH TWO BABIES IN A BASKET

     × “Saeyoung is that what I think it is?”

     × “ If your thinking about babies, then yes”

     × “Idiot brother”

¤ So your a mom now

¤ He had gone ahead and bought the babies toys, and bottles, and food, and milk and everything necessary for a baby

¤ He always was the one to get up when one of them began to cry at night

¤ Even if you insisted that you had it

     × “Saeyoung I’ve got it”

     × “Go back to sleep, I’m already ready”

     × “But Saeyoung-”

     × “No cuts, no buts, no coconuts”

¤ He would always post pictures of the three/four/five of you together in the chat

     × Saeyoung: And in this picture we see my 4 favourite people

     × Zen: I still can’t believe you adopted 2 babies out of the blue like that

¤ Apparently your infertility wasn’t so infertile afterall

¤ Oops your pregnant

¤ When he finds out he’s excited 

¤ Cause like

¤ Three babies

¤ He lets you do even less than before 

¤ Once your big enough he won’t even let you carry around the babies

¤ You would use the cravings as a way to get him out of the house and carry the babies.

¤ He builds like 15 robots to play with the babies

¤ He buys like another ton of toys

¤ Not to mention he gets to prepare the nursery with time this time

     × Cat themed by the way

¤ When the third baby comes, you leave the other two with a panic-y Saeran 

¤ Speed limits are no limits

¤ After the baby is born, Saeyoung gets Saeran and the two babies

¤ Takes a family photo and posts it on the chat along with a “lololol”

  ÷ BONUS ÷

          × 707 has joined the chat

          × 707: Lololol look at my 5 favourite people

        × Attached is a photo of Saeran MC and three babies

          × Yoosung: Did you adopt again?! 

          × Yoosung’s Questionmark emoji is attached 

          × 707: Lolol nope

          × 707: This one was all me and MC

Saeran

¤ You could hardly call that sex

    × It was more like “lets see how fast we can fuck before Saeyoung gets back”

¤ You found out like a month later at a physical.

     × “Congratulations MC you’re pregnant”

¤ As soon as your out, cue panic.

¤ A baby??? A baby was not part of the plan

¤ You took the bus home because you needed to think this over, without the Choi twins knowing just yet

¤ An hour later your home

¤ Surprise: Saeran isn’t, and Saeyoung is kinda just looking at you weirdly.

¤ Saeyoung finally tells you what happened

¤ Those fuckers hacked into your medical files as soon as your appointment was over to make sure everything was “Just Fine”

¤ It wasn't 

¤ Pregnancy hormones started kicking in, and there were tears

¤ Saeran just happened to walk in at that moment after calming his own nerves

¤ There was more panic because he didn’t know how to comfort you.

¤ Eventually he pulls you aside into your room, hands you a tissue and waits for you to calm down.

¤ When that happens (like an hour later) he kinda just sighs and tries to work things out

     × “I know we didn’t plan this, but I know you’ll make a great mother, I’ll try to be a good dad”

¤ Comforting but he’s High-Key scared.

¤ When it’s all sort out he’s actually really cute 

× Low key loves to talk to your belly

     × Complains but always does what you ask him to do 

          € He would say “Mc It’s 3:47 in the morning where am I going to find that?” While he’s getting dressed.

     × Protective over you and the bump.

¤ When Due date comes he can’t stay in the room with you. Your screams almost give him a panic attack, so Saeyoung goes in his place while he stays a good 2 hallways away.

¤ When the baby is there, and he kinda just stares at it.

     ×"Its so tiny and chubby”

¤ But he immediately falls in love with them.

¤ He’s scared of carrying them

     × “What if I drop them?”

     × “You won’t”

¤ Eventually he does, while sitting next to you in the bed.

¤ Saeyoung ends up snapping a selfie and BOOM family photo


V

¤ Blind sex was great

¤ For all you kinky bastards its like a perpetual blindfold

¤ But blindness has its disadvantages

¤ For example: if your blind, you don’t notice when the condom’s broken

¤ Just so happens that’s what happened to our dear V

¤ And that became evident a week before his surgery

¤ On the pregnancy test 

¤ So instead of telling him, you decided to wear a shirt that would read out “Your going to be a father”

¤ Because whats better than the first thing you see after being blind for who knows how long being that your going to be a father 

¤ But that quickly backfires once he’s told that he can’t take off the bandages for three days

¤ And he takes them off at two

¤ And you don’t have the god damn shirt on

¤ And so the water works begin

¤ And so does the confusion and panic

     × “MC why are you crying? Aren’t you happy?”

     × All that be heard is incoherent crying

¤ And once your calm…enough… you explain

     × “It was supposed to be a surprise, the first thing you saw was supposed to be the shirt”

     × “What shirt?”

     × “The one telling you you were gonna be a dad”

¤ And boom the surprise was out.

¤ And holy fuck he was crying

¤ And not out of sadness but out of happiness 

¤ Cause not only did he get to see, he also got the best news of his life

¤ Next thing you know your pulled into a hug

     × “MC thank you, I love you! Thank you so much”

¤ He was supportive as hell

¤ Boy got you as many things as he could

¤ But due to his recent achievement of sight, he couldn’t get you it all

¤ There were certain things, like driving or walking in the night, that just weren’t safe enough for your liking

¤ So you’d ignore your craving until morning

¤ But he always made up for the time needed to get them by going to EVERY SINGLE APPOINTMENT YOU HAD

¤ Still it was helpful to you to have him there

¤ He takes so many pictures of you like there’s no tomorrow.

¤ You and the belly

¤ Everywhere

¤ You both agree a planed C-Section is the best choice, less pain, and less shock and panic than if your water broke

¤ When the day came, you both drove there

¤ He couldn’t stop talking about the unborn yet baby

¤ Once you where brought into the room

     × “Sir, I’m sorry you can’t take that camera into the opertating room”

¤ Someone isn’t getting invited to the next RFA party

¤ The baby was slightly underweight but beautiful none the less.

3 Billion Dollars [Part 11] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: idk for this one honestly. angst?

Warning: swearing, graphic imagery, probably incorrect medical stuff, mentions of blood, my writing in general

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11}

A/N: I’m so sorry. So much stuff happened this weekend and I got barely any writing done. I swear I’ll work on more stuff I promise. I have a few request I’m working on and will hopefully be posted this week. I also have a very rough draft of like two series so yeah. I’m sorry my life’s a mess. Enjoy! Please leave me stuff in my inbox I love getting things! I kinda really need some motivation to finish my last few scenarios. 

~ Admin Brooklyn

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You rushed to Ji Yong’s side, kneeling down over him. He groaned on the floor, blood pooling out of his arm. The boys quickly surrounded him. You put your hands on him, lightly holding him down too quickly look at the wound. Ji Yong clutched his shoulder, putting pressure on it as he groaned and shouted out in pain.

“Ji Yong move your arm,” you say, trying to pry his hand away from his shoulder. He glared at you, his grip on his shoulder getting tighter.

“I don’t know if you can fucking tell, but I just FUCKING GOT SHOT. NO THANKS TO YOUR FUCKING EX BOYFRIEND,” he yelled. You rolled your eyes and continued to try to pry his hands away.

“If you didn’t know, I went to medical school,” you say, pulling his arm. He shouted out in pain and you rolled your eyes. “So shut up, let go of your arm, and let me fucking heal you.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a scenario with igins reacting to finding himself falling for a person who is not as put together as him like there not as bad as noc or prom but they're really goofy and silly and his total opposite also I really love your work!!!

Ortus

Ignis x Reader
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SFW

Ignis always figured that he knew himself very well. He knew his likes and dislikes—he knew that he liked organization, culinary arts, rising early with the sun, and a certain air of professionalism. As for his dislikes, they came in droves. Messiness, carelessness, a disregard for authority, and a challenging attitude.

So why was it that he couldn’t get you off his mind?

Not to say that you were a bad person—no, far be it for him to ever give you that label. But he knew that you, in your core, was his exact opposite. You were nowhere near as messy as Noctis or Prompto, but you gave little regard to putting things back in their proper place. Your fighting style left wide pockets for enemies, and you were clumsy. And you were the first to want to break every rule and were quick to spring to confrontation.

You were silly. And you loved being silly.

Ignis couldn’t put his finger on it at first. He’d had many sleepless nights wondering what it was about you that drew him closer, closer than he dared.

The realization hit him one morning as he watched you emerge from the tent, attempting to sing something to wake the others up, though you were hopelessly out of tune.

You were free.

The notion shouldn’t have bothered him as much as it did, but Ignis couldn’t help but see what he could have been if his life had taken a different path. He wondered if he would be as carefree as you, if he’d be less uptight, less averse to taking the scenic route rather than the quickest road from one point to another.

He wondered what it would have been like to be a kid.

It was early one morning when Ignis awoke to rustling outside. He was usually the first one up, so the sound of anyone being active before him was startling, to say the least. He slid on his glasses and peered around the tent. He counted in his head.

Noctis, Prompto, Gladio. All accounted for, all still snoring away. He glanced over to where you usually slept next to Prompto by the entrance of the tent. Your bedroll was empty.

Ignis shrugged on his suit jacket and tiptoed out into the morning air. You were in the middle of doing some morning stretches, touching your toes and then raising your hands high in the sky. Ignis zipped up the mouth of the tent and you turned towards the sound.

“Oh!” You waved. “Morning, Iggy.”

“Good morning,” he greeted in reply, adjusting his glasses on his nose. “May I inquire as to what you’re doing so early in the morning?”

“Sun salutations,” you answered casually, turning back towards the sunlight and taking in a deep breath of air. “Sorry if I woke you up. Sunrises are my favourite.”

Ignis shook his head. “Not at all. Though, admittedly, it might be a little too early to start on breakfast.”

You finished your stretches and then turned to face Ignis fully. You placed your hands on your hips and looked at him curiously, and he felt himself starting to waver under the weight of your scrutiny.

“Can I help you?” He couldn’t help but bristle.

You tilted your head, a grin spreading across your face. “Wanna go do some morning acrobatics with me?”

Ignis’ eyebrows flew over the rim of his glasses. “I beg your pardon?”

“Come on,” you tugged on his sleeve. “There’s a really great hill nearby where we can do cartwheels and stuff. I’ve seen you do it in battle before. Come on, it’ll be a nice way to wake ourselves up.”

Ignis hesitated. “But the others—”

“Are still sleeping, and will continue to sleep until one of us wakes them up,” you finished, moving to tug on his sleeve a little harder until Ignis finally took a step forward. “Come on. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“I don’t see how you can guarantee that,” the words came out a little more clipped than Ignis had intended. But he had yet to have his morning cup of Ebony, and he was trying to deny how his heart fluttered at the feeling of your hand closing around his.

You led him to the top of a grassy hill not too far from camp. The sun was hiking further up in the sky, glazing the entire area in gold. The morning dew dampened Ignis’ shoes, and he frowned slightly. He glanced over at you, but you didn’t seem to care. Didn’t seem to notice at all, in fact. You were too focused on the slope of the hill, doing little hops in place in preparation.

“You go first.” It wasn’t a question or a gesture, it was a command. Ignis was taken a little aback, but raised his hands and began to cartwheel gracefully down the hill.

He was almost at the bottom when he heard a shriek of laughter and suddenly a solid body collided with him, and you barrelled down together in a tangle of limbs.

You were all giggles once you’d slowed to a stop. You were halfway on top of Ignis, your leg slid between his thighs with a hand on either side of his head.

“Sorry,” you apologized, panting slightly. “Are you okay?”

“I believe so,” Ignis affirmed. He was blushing. He could tell by the look on your face. You made no indication that you were going to move.

“You know,” you purred, inching a little bit closer. “You’ve got to live a little, Iggy.” You leaned down and pecked him on the cheek before rising up and dusting off your knees and your rear. Ignis remained on the ground, momentarily dumbfounded as you started to walk back towards camp.

“Wait!”

You turned in time to see Ignis striding towards you, a hard, determined look in his eyes. You wondered for a second if you’d pushed him too far, if maybe he was mad that you could have broken his bones with your little stunt. But instead he took your face in his hands and kissed you.

You didn’t pull away like he thought you would have, but instead tugged him closer like you knew this would happen all along. When you both finally came up for air, Ignis was met with your cheek to cheek smile.

“Well,” you said breathlessly, smoothing out the lapels of his jacket. “That’s certainly a start.”

anonymous asked:

Can you make a really fluff relationship goals one shot with jeff atkins? He is such a pure soul who needs more stuff regarding him on this webpage😭❤

title: boy, you got me helpless

word count: 475

note: more of a lil drabble just because it’s late at night, but it’s still cute. jeff is an adorable, caring cinnamon roll. PEEK THAT HAMILTON REF THO this is like one relationship goal based on what i feel my goals are tbh lmao it’s cute tho


Your clock on your bedside table glared a bright, jarring red “1: 34 AM” and you groaned inwardly as you slumped over on your desk, lying your head on top of your American Government textbook. You had a test in the morning that you needed to study for so you could pass and bring your grade up. However, your attempts were being derailed by the menace known as sleep. Just as you were drifting off on top of a page about public opinion, your phone buzzed, playing the quiet tune of “Helpless” from Hamilton, the special ringtone that showed Jeff was trying to contact you.

You picked up your phone, smiling tiredly at the contact photo for your boyfriend as Eliza sang “Boy, you got me helpless.” Your finger slid easily across the answer button.

“Hey, sugar,” you greeted, your voice obviously dripping with drowsiness.

“Hey,” Jeff replied on the other side of the line. “I really didn’t think you were going to answer. I figured you’d be asleep right now.”

“No, no. I’ve got a test in American Government later and I’m trying to cram for it.”

He sighed and it came through crackly, distorted and quiet. “You should get some rest. If you don’t, you’re going to flunk it no matter how hard you studied tonight.”

“Where’d you learn that?” you asked jokingly.

“Clay. He told me once after a tutoring session that if you don’t get enough sleep before a test, it can seriously affect how well you do. I trust him, babe.”

It was your turn to sigh; you knew Jeff was right. He usually was when it came to stuff like this.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Really, [nickname]. Get some sleep. If it’ll make you feel better about it, I’ll meet up with you extra early tomorrow at Monet’s and I can help you study.”

“That sounds really nice, but I don’t want to wake you up earlier than you need to be. I know you have that baseball game that’s, like… three hours away. You need the energy-”

“[Full name], your test is way more important than some baseball game. I know you really want to bring your grade up in that class. It’ll be okay, I promise.”

Another sigh. “Alright.”

“Thanks.”

“Jeff?”

“Yeah, sweets?”

“You know I love you, right? And that you’re the best boyfriend in the history of boyfriends?”

He chuckled on the other end and you knew from experience that he was blushing, running a hand over his face; he always did when you complimented him like this, especially when it was spoken softly late at night.

“Yeah. You make sure to let me know every day. Just so you know, I love you, too. And you’re the best girlfriend in the history of girlfriends.”

“Thanks, Jeff.”

“No problem, [Name]. Goodnight, love you.”

“Love you more. Night.”

anonymous asked:

this is my first request on your blog ><'' uhm, so a hc with the rfa+v+saeran where they see MC at a public place (bus/train station, supemarket, park, etc..) and they are immediately captivated by her. Will they approach her? you decide :D thanks!!

uwaaaaaa~ welcome!! <3 please enjoy your stay~! sorry it was a little late, i have a bunch of things going on so they all might be a little shorter too T_T

P.S. I’ll try and post a bunch of stuff today to make up for all the time i didn’t but i can’t promise anything <3

P.P.S I think i’m sick now so i guess I have more time to write??? T___T But being sick sucks… lololol alliteration

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Yoosung

- Yoosung was rushing his way to school. His bus was very late so he had to catch the train

- then he saw her

- she stood on the other end/side of the platform with her head bowed, focused on her phone, headphones in her ears

- he saw the clear screen of flappy bird and the score of 74 in a window reflection

- as he stood, waiting for the train, he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off her

- soon enough though, her train pulled up quickly and she was enveloped (is that the word its the only one that i could think of) in the crowds of rushing people

- his train pulled up soon after and he got on, almost bumping into someone

- when he got to school, all he could think about was the girl on the other side of the platform

- his friends teased him during the breaks about why he was so distracted the whole day

Zen

- you were super excited to get these tickets

- most of his shows were all old out within the first hour but one of your friends had pulled a few strings with her sister who was a friend of the wife of one of the actors… basically you got free tickets!

- who were you seeing??? well, duh, Zen~!

- you fidgeted in your seat, your friend laughing at you from her seat beside you

- when Zen came onstage you were captivated by his singing… his acting… his dancing… and his looks too of course

- honestly you were incredulous that he even existed (did i use the word right…? i know what it means but still…)

- he saw you in the crowd too and for a second he seemed to forget his lines for a second

- he sent you a discreet wink and you died inside as your friend laughed at you silently

- sadly, after the show ended, you got swept away by the crowd and didn’t see him again… until you met the RFA~

Jaehee

- it was one of the very rare occasions that she had a day off

- Jaehee was ecstatic when Jumin told her she could relax for the day because he had to go on a business trip with his father and all the other sections would deal with things

- she decided to go on a refreshment day which included going to one of the new cafe’s that opened close to the C&R building for breakfast

- she pushed open the door with a new skip in her step and ordered a latte as well as some (insert cool breakfast food here)

- when she went and sat down, another girl walked in, ordering a latte also before going over to sit with her friend

- when the barista people called out the latte order, both Jaehee and the girl walked over to collect it

- their hands cliche-ly touched as they reached for the cup and Jaehee felt her heartbeat speed up

- “oh, sorry about that.” Jaehee smiled and pulled her hands away

- “don’t worry about it. thank you” the girl smiled back and took the coffee, going back to her table

- Jaehee watched her go, smiling to herself as her coffee came also

Jumin

- You sighed, swirling your drink around in it’s crystal glass (oh, you’re super fancy fancy high class etc etc here)

- you stood, bored out of your mind on the side of the room, watching as people talked mindlessly amongst each other

- it was a boring dinner party hosted by one of your acquaintances. you’d only agreed to see if you could meet any new companies for deals.

- it had been about three hours and a bit when you decided that if you left now, it wouldn’t be seen as rude

- you placed the glass down, making your way over to your acquaintance to tell her that you were going. you didn’t notice the eyes that followed you across the room

- a dark haired male watched as you walked over to your friends

- he hadn’t met you yet, though he had heard of the incredibly talented owner of your company. aka, you

- he was already infatuated from earlier that night as he saw you deal with incompetent businesspeople

- though he couldn’t talk to you as he was already too busy with the people surrounding him

- you left soon after, not noticing that he was entranced by you completely

Saeyoung

- he was undercover at a nightclub for a field job

- attempting to be undercover, he went over to the bar to grab a drink

- there, he saw a girl who looked incredibly uncomfortable as a guy started going closer to her and talking to her

- he could see why, the girl was stunning and he’d heard her joking around a lot with her friends earlier, but clearly she wasn’t enjoying it

- deciding to help out (plus it would help him look less suspicious), he walked up to her and put his arm around her, glaring at the other guy.

- “hey babe, come with me, i want to introduce you to someone” he said before leaning down and whispering to her “i saw you looked super uncomfortable earlier and i thought i’d make sure you’re okay. let’s just make sure this guy leaves you alone for the rest of the night.” she nodded and whispered back a ‘thank you’

- they left the other guy, quickly reporting him to the bar people and walking over to a table (idk as i said i’m a tiny child i’ve never been to a nightclub)

- after chatting for a while and making sure she knew where her friends were and that she was okay, Seven saw his target ducking away

- he quickly apologised to the unknown girl and slipped away, following his target and hoping that he’d meet her again one day (though he knew it was futile)

V

(okay, so he’s not blind here just for convenient purposes)

- you decided to visit the park for a one-person picnic lunch

- you hadn’t been to the park in ages because you were too busy with work/school but the weather was lovely today so you thought screw it i’m going

- after spreading out your picnic blanket under a tree, half in the sun and half in the shade, you spread out your small arrangement of food and just enjoyed the peace and quiet

- soon enough, when the soft golden light gently danced across your skin, you fell asleep, headphones in your ears and listening to music

- a certain light blue haired man was passing by, just taking photos for his new exhibition at the art gallery

- he spotted you laying down on your picnic blanket, the dappled sunlight grazing across your skin. the lighting was perfect and you looked beautiful

- he took the photo juuuuust right so you wouldn’t be able to tell the identity of the person in it. when he looked at it again, he just smiled to himself

Saeran

- he was out at the shopping centre, keeping an eye on a potential target for Mint Eye

- he sat in the food court with ice cream, trying to not look suspicious

- looking around he was surprised as he saw a girl get dared to eat a whole (massive portion of food) by her silver-haired friend (>.0 thats what i’m here for //slapped)

- she finished it off soon and he was impressed by her skill as well as her in general

- as she left the food court, so did his suspect so he followed the two of them, walking into random shops and looking around why was he in the pet store

- her jokes and just mindless chatter with her friend intrigued him and he found himself genuinely laughing at some of them

- when she left, he found himself upset, though he couldn’t grasp a reason as to why

- so, for the remainder of watching his suspect, all he could think about was the girl in the food court~

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uwah, i couldn’t really think of anything for saeran, so apologies for that

also writing really late at night makes me want to use really fancy words lolololololol

i hope this could satisfy you, dear anon~

bye bye~! *poof*

anonymous asked:

Hey how do you make your hands so?? Cool? Like they look rlly nice and convey a lot of motion or character in the way they're (in the best way possible) contorted and posed in impossible ways and stuff and it just looks so excellent? How you do that, do you got any method or way about it? and also sorry for rambling I can't ever properly express anything

ahh thankyou!

id like to do a more in depth response to this in a bit when i have time so im publishing this to remind myself

however, for the most part i reference my own hands. i get this sort of response very very often but i assure you i have not drawn any hands i am not capable of doing myself they r all possible i promise. my hands are double jointed or something idk most of the hands i draw are completely natural positions for me

EXO Reaction when you have really overprotective sisters

*Cough-liz-cough* Xoxo, Ara~
/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise
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Chanyeol:

“I’m ready for it jagi… let’s go see your sisters…” *Knows it will be hard*

Kris:

*Wins them with just one smile* 

Sehun:

“Hyung… hyung… I need advise… her sisters… they are terrifying..” *Baby is desperate*

Tao:

“Try to act cool Tao… try to act cool… don’t let them know you are scared… it’s just their sisters… it’ll be okay….” *Trying to encourage himself*

Kai:

“Let’s go get some chicken… it’s on me. We can know each other more and stuff… yeah let’s go!” *Chicken solves everything tbh*

Xiumin:

*There’s no way you can hate this sweetie… he’ll be accepted in no time*

Baekhyun:

*Dying inside* “H-hi… I’m… your sister’s… boy.. friend.. please-be-nice-to-me”

Luhan:

“Pleaseeeee!! Don’t kill me!! I’ll be nice to her! I promise!!” *So manly*

Chen:

*Gulps* “Are you sure this is a good idea jagi? There are stories…. about your sisters… you know… I have nightmares sometimes…. Okay… I’ll go with you”

Kyungsoo:

*Prepares himself mentally and physically for the day he’s going to meet them*

Lay:

*Tries to be himself but realizes where’s he at* “Oh they are watching… this is bad… baobei save me”

Suho:

“Mission 003, trying to make her sisters like me! Training starts at 0700!” *Feels like in a real Impossible Mission*

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

When Adrien Was There- Adrinette Month Day Nineteen

Marinette leans back, looking out the window on the train. Her parents wave, and she gives a halfhearted wave back, as they fade out of sight. She sighs, looking down at her sketchbook. The doctors said spending the spring outside of Paris would help her to heal from her recent asthma attack, but she’s not buying it. Her parents were getting sick of her. That’s why they’re sending her away, to live with an Uncle she barely knows for three whole months.

She flips through her sketchbook, and fights the tears. Everything started falling apart after she heard that conversation.

“She’s never where she’s supposed to be!”

“I know, but Tom, she’s our daughter-”

“No daughter of mine gets a D in science!”

She couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d disappointed her parents… and then a failed quiz triggered the panic attack, leading to the asthma attack. And now, she’s being sent away.

It isn’t fair.

Cheng-Shifu picks her up at the station. They don’t speak as she gets in his car, and looks out at the town, through the window. It’s so small, and ugly, and nothing like the bright lights and tall skyscrapers of Paris. She feels homesick already…

The house is nice enough, though. Well, it seems nice enough. He smiles,taking her to a room. “This is yours,” he says, in slightly awkward, but clear, French. “I hope you enjoy your time here.”

“Thank you,” she offers a small smile of her own. “It’s nice. Thanks for letting me stay here.”

He nods, and leaves her to herself. Marinette looks out the window, heading to the balcony, and sighs, leaning against the window. The air here is supposed to be much cleaner, but it doesn’t taste any better than the air at home…

A light flashes.

Her eye is drawn to a lake… and across the lake, a mansion…

It’s pretty. And interesting… she runs down, and taps Cheng-Shifu on the shoulder. “Um, what’s with the mansion? I thought this was a fishing town?”

He laughs. “The Agreste Mansion is from many years ago. It is empty.” His face suddenly becomes far more serious. “You do not go there, Marinette.”

“Why not?”

“Dangerous,” he says firmly. “The floors could give out. It has happened before.”

She sighs. “Can I just go look, if I promise not to go inside?”

He thinks for a moment. “Come back before the tide locks you there. Do not go inside.”

She smiles, and heads out, as the sun sets. Something about that mansion just… draws her to it. She wants to see what’s going on there.

The lake- well, marsh, really- is easy to wade through, on her way. It’s strange… as the sun sets, and the sky is painted pink and gold, the lights in the manor seem to flicker on. Didn’t her uncle say the house was empty? Not just empty, but dangerous for anyone to be in?

And yet… there! In the window! A teenage boy, looking out the window! He presses a hand to the window, and looks down… their eyes meet, and she gasps. His eyes are wide, and bright, and full of emotions. His blond curls frame his face, seeming to blow gently, although he’s inside…

He’s lovely.

She waves, and he gives a sad smile, shaking his head. He retreats from the window, and the lights on the house flicker off. It’s almost as if they were never on in the first place…

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Gentle reminder that you shouldn’t force yourself to do things you’re not okay with to preserve a friendship!

🌸 “if your my friend you’ll do ______” is such a toxic way to perceive the way you’re friends with somebody. If something makes you uncomfortable please do not allow that kind of argument to push you into doing whatever it is. I promise you that person does not value you the way you that you should be & you deserve so much more respect than that. It isn’t mean to respect your own boundaries, I love you & I just thought someone may have needed to hear this today 🌸

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Gargoyles AU! 

Originally I just wanted to draw the Pines Family as gargoyles for Halloween but it kind of… got out of hand… and now this exists! A fusion of two of my favorite disney cartoons. I already have more stuff planned for this AU so hopefully I’ll be able to draw it all out soon. In the meantime, Happy Halloween!

(also… please click on the images… they’ll look way better if you click on them i promise)

Boxing Class - Andre Burakovsky (#19)

Originally posted by thornescratch

Ok so I recently started doing a boxing/kickboxing class with one of my friends and I absolutely loveee it so that’s where this idea came from.  Also cause I feel like Andre would be really funny trying to box cause he’s a complete powerhouse but also kind of lanky and awkward like a baby deer hahah AND THIS GIF THOUGGGHHHH! Anyways, much love pals! <3

Word count: 879

Warnings: like one or two swear words

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“Are you sure you wanna come to my class babe? It’s pretty challenging!” you joked as you got changed into your leggings, an athletic tank top and Nikes. You had recently signed up for a membership at a boxing and kickboxing studio and had been getting really into it.  You would sign in, start the circuit and do it for thirty minutes and worked up a massive sweat.  You had been raving about it to Andre so he said he’d join you next time you went.

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Hi, friends. I never posted about my summer adventures. It’s almost spring again. Oops. Guess those posts will go the way of Danielle’s Chicago recap, but I pinky promise I had many funs.

Right now I have nine toenails, though I’m in the process of losing three more. This is what happens when you spend a day jumping off stuff on skis, and you accidentally ram your toes into the front of your ski boots. Oops again. On the plus side, this likely means I won’t kill any toenails during my April Fools half, because there won’t be anything to kill.

Back in November, I was offered a promotion at work and a 4% raise. I asked for 10% instead, and I got it. Because I’m a boss-ass bitch who knows what she’s worth (and other people know it, too). Work has been non-stop busy since, but I find fuller days to be more fulfilling and more productive, so wins all around.

At some point over the summer, I was growing weary of dating (so exhausting, so fruitless) and lamented the fact that all of my happily coupled friends met their person outside of Utah and then moved here. Unless you’re LDS, dating in Utah is just depressing. Around the same time, I started to develop a friendship with a mountain man living in Boulder through Reddit. He made a comment about how his ideal match would have a woman-specific sleeping bag, because the zipper complements a men’s bag, and they can be zipped together. I commented about how I have a men’s bag (because it was heavily discounted), and how I can’t justify buying a new bag, because there’s nothing technically wrong wth mine other than it’s too long and big for me (and doesn’t sleep down to it’s 15°F temperature rating as a result). And then we just kept talking about gear for pretty much forever.

Apparently, I don’t know how to meet new people without the aid of the Internet (shocking precisely no one). We met up at his earliest convenience, and it was clear that something more than friendship was there. He is kind and empathetic and and affectionate and tells the worst dad jokes and makes me ugly laugh until I cry and also gave up snowboarding to learn skiing for me, so clearly he is now my boyf. He also bought me a women’s sleeping bag for Christmas, so this is obviously something special.

So special, in fact, that he is coming with me to Kentucky to visit some other very special and cherished Internet humans next weekend. He has no idea of the chaos that he’s gotten himself into. Poor dude.

Also, at some point recently I chopped off somewhere around 11-12" of hair.

I check in here from time to time, but I’ve certainly missed a lot. Hope you’re all doing well!

I should probably make a new comic at some point (sorry for radio silence, thesis is complete but it’s now heading towards Exam Season and a 70% average ain’t gonna get itself)

hope everyone is having a rad old time, I promise to be way more active after uni ends and I have some cool new stuff I’m really excited to get you guys involved in :0

The Quest for the Lost Treasure (Part 2)

Pairing: Adventurer!Jason Todd x Adventurer!Reader 

Word Count: 2395 (this is usually how it’s gonna be) 

Prompt: In university, you discover that an ancient treasure supposed to have been “found” was actually still lost. Determined to be the one to find it, you set off on a journey to find it, and run into Jason Todd and his adventurer posse. With Jason’s expertise of the land, and your natural talent for adventuring, you two are the perfect mix. Will you find the treasure smoothly? Or will you fail and lose a friendship? 

Warnings: foul language, mention of rape, jackasses 

A/N Here is where our favorite batboys come in :) hope you like it!


Reader POV

“What?! Are you kidding me? ¡¿Qué quieres decir con que no estoy en Colombia?! ¡¿Dónde estoy?!” I yell at the concierge.

Desculpe, senhorita, mas você está no Brasil. Rio de Janeiro.” he says. Portuguese. I’m in Brazil, he said. I’m in Rio.

¿Como isso aconteceu?” I switch to Portuguese. Not the first time I’ve been to Brazil. It’s a long story.

Não sei, mas estamos investigando.” he says. They’re investigating? Oh my god, at this rate, I’ll never make it to Colombia.

Preciso ir para a Colômbia. ¿Como vou para a Colômbia?” I ask.

Todos os nossos voos para Colômbia são reservados. Podemos dar-lhe um lugar para ficar gratuitamente como compensação para este inconveniente.” he says to me. I nod my head and gives me a few papers and sends me off. I sigh in frustration. I put my papers in my backpack and pick my duffel bag off the ground.

Brazil. How the hell did I end up in Brazil? How am I supposed to get to Colombia? I pull out my phone and call Maya.

“Y/N? How is Colombia?” Maya answers.

“I wouldn’t know, Maya, I’m in Brazil,” I say.

“What? I thought you bought a ticket to Colombia! Why are you in Brazil?” She asks

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. I have to find a way to get to Colombia. I can’t stay in Brazil too long.” I say as I look around the bustling airport.

“Where in Brazil are you?” Maya asks.

“The Amazon rainforest. I’m in Rio, Maya, Rio! Rio freaking de Janeiro!” I yell.

“Well you know my grandma lives there. You can stay with her until you figure it out.” Maya offers.

“Thanks Maya, but the airport gave me a free place to stay so I’m gonna take advantage of it. I’ll call you when I get settled in.” I say.

“Okay. Let me know if you end up going to my grandma’s house. Good luck,” Maya says and hangs up.

“Thanks. I’ll need it.”


So, the hotel that the airport said I could stay at for free was literal shit, so I did end up going to Maya’s grandmother’s house.

“Hi Mrs. Caixeta. Thank you for letting me stay here.” I say as I step into her house. It’s honestly incredibly beautiful, like a palace.

“Ah, no problem, Y/N. Anything for granddaughter’s best friend,” Maya’s grandmother says with her portuguese accent.

“I promise I’ll be out of your hair soon. I’m going to have make some calls to the airline company and see if I can get tickets to Colombia. Like I was supposed to,” I say with annoyance.

“If I can help in any way, let me know,” Mrs. Caixeta says and walks away.

“Will do. I’m gonna put my stuff down and head out for a drink! Be right back!” I yell out. I put my bags in a guest room and leave the house to go to a local bar.

I’m gonna need way more than one drink to deal with the airline tonight.


Jason’s POV

“Hey hey, how about her?” Tim nudges me. I take a glance at the girl Tim points out and shake my head.

“No. Tim how many times do I have to tell you? I’m not interested in anyone right now. Just that treasure. La Corona.” I take a swig of my beer.

“Fine. I’ll go talk to her then.” Tim sticks out his tongue and saunters over to the girl.

“He’s not gonna get her number,” Dick turns to me with another beer.

“Don’t I know it,” I say sarcastically.

“Look Jay, I know you’re really interested in La Corona, but tonight, just relax. Go talk. Dance. We’re in Rio, let loose for one night,” Dick tells me.

“Can’t. My eyes are on the prize. And they’re not coming off anytime soon,” I look around the bar. But I spoke too soon. For a second I forget about the crown as I spot her in the crowd of sweaty bodies. She looks distressed, but her E/C eyes are still sparkling.

“Oh really?” Dick asks as he follows my gaze.

“Yeah,” I say absentmindedly.

“Then you won’t mind if I go to talk to that girl over there,” he points to the girl I saw seconds ago.

I give him a hard glare.

“No. Go ahead,” I say. He raises an eyebrow and gets up from his bar stool, strolling over to the girl.

This is gonna be great.


Reader POV

Uma margarita por favor,” I tell the bartender. A minute later he comes back with my drink.

“Bottoms up,” I say and begin chugging my drink. I put the glass on the counter and look at the bartender.

Outro,” I say and he prepares another margarita for me.

“Here let me get that for you,” a voice behind me says. I turn around and a man with black hair and piercing blue eyes is standing nonchalantly with a beer in one hand. He’s handsome, but something tells me he’s not my type.

“Thanks but I can pay for my own drinks.” I smile and turn back around to get my drink.

“Aw come on. A free drink? Who can pass that up?” He asks me.

“I can,” I say before chugging this margarita down as well.

“What about a dance?” He keeps asking me.

“Has anyone ever told you how annoying you are?” I respond. He puts a hand over his heart and a fake hurt expression comes over his face.

“Wow, I’m so offended,” he tells me.

“Good,” I roll my eyes. “I really hope my rejection doesn’t make you keep pestering me.”

“Nah I get the hint, I’m just trying to converse with you now,” the man smiles and drinks his beer.

I raise an eyebrow.

“I’m Y/N,” I say and hold out my hand.

“Dick. Dick Grayson. Explorer, Adventurer. Archaeologist.” He shakes my hand. I sit up a bit.

“Adventurer?” I ask.

“Yeah I know, but it’s really fun,” he shakes his head.

“No no no, I love adventures too. I’m actually supposed to be in Colombia looking for La Corona de la Tairona. But my flight ended up here and I’m trying to get tickets tonight so I can leave tomorrow.” I explain. Dammit. Not a good idea. Now he’s gonna go look for it.

“Seriously? My team is looking for that right now! Maybe you could join us.” Dick says.

“Oh I was planning on just going by myself.” I admit.

“Aw come on, it’ll be fun,” Dick makes puppy eyes at me and pouts.

“Sorry, Dickie, but as tempting as that sounds, I’m doing this by myself.” I give him a smile.

“Alright, Y/N, then may the best adventurer win,” he winked at me and took a sip of his beer.

“A little friendly competition…okay. I’ll see you in Colombia then.” I cross my arms. I hop off my bar stool and put some brazilian reals on the counter.

“Now, if you excuse me, I have to go buy a plane ticket to Colombia.” I salute Dick and leave him sitting at the bar as I make my way to the exit.

When I finally get outside, it’s dark. It’s weird, it only felt like I was there for 10 minutes. I guess time does fly when you’re having fun.

I begin walking home and it’s eerily quiet as my boots click on the cobblestone road. Weird.

As I turn into the alley I came through the first time, about 4 men come out of the shadows. Oh shit.

“Oh shit,” I say under my breath. They creepily inch toward me as I back up but someone stops me. Another man.

Com licença, mas eu só preciso passar por aqui.” I say in Portuguese, hoping that I sound authentic enough to pass off as a local.

“You aren’t from here,” one of the men says in a thick accent.

“Uh, quê?” I continue.

“If you were from here, you’d know that this alley is dangerous, senhorita,” he continues.

“Okay, you got me. What do you want?” I ask.

The man behind me takes my hands and roughly holds them behind my back. The leader, I suppose, approaches me and holds my chin so our eyes meet.

You,” he snickers.

“You’re sick,” I growl. He tells the man behind me something in Portuguese really quickly and the next thing I know, someone is lifting up the hem of my shirt.

“You little shits. I didn’t come to South America for this.”


Jason POV

“Definitely, I mean she seems like she could’ve helped us,” Dick tells me as we leave the bar.

“Well it’s her loss, not our fault she’s stubborn,” Tim sticks his hands in his pockets.

“It doesn’t matter; we don’t work with anyone but ourselves,” I roll my eyes. It’s dark out, but lanterns lit up the way.

“Well still, we could use a determined person like her on the team,” Dick says.

As we approach an alley, I hear a shout and strings of curses follow.

“Get your nasty ass hands off of me!”

“Shut her up!”

Out of instinct, I run to see what’s going on. As I stop in front of the alley entrance, what I see surprises me.

The girl from earlier at the bar is fighting off Brazilian thugs. Four of them. She was throwing well executed punches left and right.

“Woah,” I say in awe.

“Jason! What’s going…on?” Dick and Tim catch up and stop behind me.

It isn’t until she falls backward and one of the guys is about to capture her that I decide to step in.

I quickly walk up and punch him in the jaw in one swift move and then he’s out.

“Leave her alone for fucks sake,” I spit. I cross my arms over my chest and look down at the girl who’s looking up at me with an expression I can’t read.

“Like something you see?” I raise an eyebrow. She closes her mouth and narrows her eyes. She slowly gets up from the ground and dusts herself off.

“Good joke, it’s been a long time since I heard one,” she mirrors my stance. My jaw falls open at her back talk.

“Oh I see. You’re one of those girls,” I shoot back.

“And you’re one of those guys,” she counters.

I narrow my eyes. She narrows hers too.

“I just saved your ass, don’t you think I deserve a thank you?” I ask.

“I was doing just fine without you,” she replies.

“If you consider almost getting raped ‘just fine’, then yeah I guess you’re right,” I chuckle.

“Whatever you pompous asshole,” she rolls her eyes. My eyes widen in anger.

“Pompous asshole? Who are you calling a pompous–?!” I start.

“Hey hey hey! Guys you finally met! Jason, this is Y/N. Y/N this is the team leader, Jason Todd,” Dick comes running up, Tim trailing behind him. Y/N. So that’s her name.

“Uh I would say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but I’m not a liar,” she scowls at me.

“Likewise,” I return the scowl.

“Glad you guys are getting along,” I hear Dick mutter.

“I’m Tim Drake. The historian, or as Jason says, ‘the nerd’ of the group.” Tim introduces himself.

“Nice to meet you Tim.” She shakes his hand.

“We should get going. We have to leave tomorrow,” I turn to Dick.

“At least offer to take her so she doesn’t have to spend shit tons of money on a plane ticket,” he whispers.

“No.” I respond.

“Jason…” he says.

“I don’t work with outsiders. We’ve been over this,” I growl.

“Really? Wow that’s amazing! Thank you!” I hear Y/N say from behind me.

“Hey it’s no problem.” Tim replies. I turn around and furrow my eyebrows.

“What? What’s no problem?” I ask sharply.

“You’re taking me to Colombia. Thanks,” Y/N gives me a smug smile.

“No. No we’re not. Who said that?” I walk over to her and Tim.

“He did,” she points to Tim, who waves sheepishly at me.

“Drake, I swear…” I turn to him.

“I had to offer. It was the gentleman thing to do,” he shrugs.

“We’re not gentlemen. We’re explorers.” I hiss in face.

“Jeez lay off of him. You’re just gonna take me to Colombia and then we can part ways. It’s not a big deal,” Y/N intervenes.

“It is a big deal, Y/N. You see, you just so happen to be hunting for the same treasure we are. I want to be the one to find it. I don’t like sharing. And I certainly don’t like letting a little girl like you get a step ahead in the game so she can get the glory. So yes. It is a big deal.” I say, getting in her face.

“Excuse me can you repeat that? I think I heard some sexist bullshit in that logic. Do you seriously think that me, a ‘little girl’, shouldn’t be able to get the glory of finding an ancient treasure? Some nerve you have. I don’t like sharing either, Jason, but at least I’d have the decency to help a fellow explorer out.” She spits back.

“The sexual tension is real here,” Dick mumbles to Tim.

“Shut up, Grayson,” I hiss while not breaking eye contact with Y/N. She doesn’t budge. Suddenly, she grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me down to her level so our faces are centimeters apart, which completely catches me off guard.

“If it really means that much to you, I won’t tag along. But know this: you’ve crossed me, so don’t expect me to help you if I see you out there, suffering and desperate. Good luck, Jason. You’re gonna need it,” she says with venom dripping from her words. She lets my collar go and picks up a bag and disappears into the alley.

Silence falls over us for a few minutes as we stand in shock.

“Wow.” Tim finally says.

“Definitely.” Dick agrees.

“Shut up. Let’s just go home.” I say and turn back around. I lead my brothers in the other direction back to our place.

Something tells me this isn’t the last time we’ll be seeing Y/N.


Glossary:

Qué quieres decir con que no estoy en Colombia?! ¡¿Dónde estoy?!– What do you mean I’m not in Colombia? Where am I?!

Desculpe, senhorita, mas você está no Brasil. Rio de Janeiro– Sorry, miss, but you’re in Brazil. Rio de Janeiro.

¿Como isso aconteceu?– How did this happen?

Não sei, mas estamos investigando.– I don’t know, but we are investigating.

Preciso ir para a Colômbia. ¿Como vou para a Colômbia?– I need to go to Colombia. How do I go to Colombia?

Todos os nossos voos para Colômbia são reservados. Podemos dar-lhe um lugar para ficar gratuitamente como compensação para este inconveniente.– All our flights to Colombia are booked. We can give you a place to stay for free as compensation for this inconvenience.

Uma margarita por favor– A margarita please.

Outro– Another.

Com licença, mas eu só preciso passar por aqui.– Excuse me, but I just need to pass through here.

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Eleventh Christmas

the series is as follows so far:

FirstSecond ThirdFourthFifthFifth Christmas, Part 2SixthSeventhEighthNinthTenthEleventhTwelfthThirteenthFourteenthFifteenthSixteenthSeventeenthEighteenthNineteenthTwentiethTwenty-firstTwenty-secondTwenty-third

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They’d been forced to leave northern Minnesota mid-February after Mulder caught one of his bosses staring longer than necessary and asking more personal questions than Mulder deemed appropriate for someone on the run from all kinds of law to be able to answer. Scully had quietly left with him at midnight, walking away from her job, her semi-friends and her identity as Ella Fargas, the nice janitor lady at the high school who hadn’t flinched, regardless of what she had to clean up, which impressed everyone at that school above and below the age of 18.

They’d learned, over the years, to keep everything packed up and ready to go. They didn’t have too many personal possessions but what they had, they didn’t want to lose. Scully’s suitcase contained her clothes, her carved chess set and the ornaments they’d collected while her backpack contained the monstrous medical exam and study book she’d received the previous Christmas from Mulder because ‘he didn’t want her to lose all those smarts she had’. In Mulder’s suitcase and backpack were his laptop which they’d saved months for and gave him access to the world, articles, newspapers, the Internet and forums for everything and anything he wanted to find out. Also, his notebooks, a collection of stolen pens and as he told Scully, a few other odds and ends that were completely and totally useless but completely necessary to life.

They lived out of these bags, two each plus a third large duffel for winter gear, shoes and food in case of quick getaway.

This out-of-suitcase living was now so common place that when Mulder forgot momentarily and hung up his clean shirt in the closet, she gave him a look of such incredulity that he flushed, feeling like he’d cracked their system in half and the world was on the verge of collapse.

Then she smiled at him, taking the shirt from the hanger and folding it, packing it away with the rest of the newly laundered items, “brain farting, as you put it Mulder, is not usually your style. Got something on your mind?”

“Not yet.” Squeezing her hips as he slipped by her, “I’ll tell you if it pans out though, promise.”

Now intrigued, she carried on with her nightly routine, bathing, hair-drying, reading, having Mulder quiz her, volleying back and forth about some whacked-out theory Mulder found online before she asked again, “what are you planning in the brain of yours?”

Poking her side as he lay next to her under the sheets, “hey, a little intrigue is good for us. Keeps the fires alive.”

In one fell swoop, she rolled him over, climbed on top and pushed his shirt up around his neck, “I think our fires are just fine.”

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They wandered East and West, North and South, back and forth, two days or a week at a time, deciding the comforts of their semi-settled Minnesota existence might not be the best way to go for awhile. It wasn’t until late September that they slowed their ramble, Scully becoming frequently more ill-at-ease with the aimlessness of their journey. She’d made it through almost three years but it was taking its toll. As a couple, they were doing okay, the occasional fight, the occasional silence, the occasional mutterings of ‘jackass’ and ‘pain in my ass’ while both fumed at one another, testing who would crack first and apologize.

But her mind and her spirit were exhausted and it showed, Mulder apologizing more frequently and hugging her more closely than she thought possible.

One morning, huddled safely in a cabin they’d rented in cash, off the beaten path to all but the passing deer hunter, he pulled her towards him, moving the stray blonde hairs from her cheeks, “hey Scully?”

“Unless you have breakfast somewhere in the vicinity of my mouth, don’t wake me up.”

Knowing her just that well, he held up a torn section of cinnamon roll from last night’s dessert, “will this do?”

Eyes still shut, she opened her mouth and accepted the peace offering, sucking the icing off his fingers with a slow, drawn-out lip smack, “yes. What do you want?”

“What would you say to us looking for a place to live, like a real place to live? One with walls and windows and a fridge bigger than a stamp and maybe even more than one toilet.”

He really should have waited until she’d swallowed before dropping this bomb on her and it took a few minutes to dislodge the dough from her lungs, coughing until she cried then calming again from her scary little fit of near-death, “what?”

Mulder could smile now that he knew she wasn’t going to die in front of him, “I was thinking that we could start concocting some kind of story where we’ve gone our separate ways and you would like to come back to the real world and need help finding a house and you could talk to Skinner and see if it’s even possible. Have him feel things out, maybe ask around to know if it would be safe for you to go back to normal.” Sliding her gently back down to lay beside him, “I can’t keep doing this to you. You deserve more than hotel mattresses and living out a suitcase.”

“Mulder …”

“No, I think we should think about this. If it works, then good but if it doesn’t, at least you know we’ll have tried.”

“You … you wouldn’t really leave though, right? You promised.”

“I would be perfectly content to hide in the house all day. I can go running and outside after dark or if we get a place with enough land, I could garden or build stuff, who knows. I just know that I can’t do this to you anymore.”

The thought honestly scared her but in a giddy, good way and kissing him, icing still on her lips, they celebrated the possibility of not having to run anymore.

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It was a long process and they were holed up in North Carolina when Christmas arrived, with two feet of snow, windchills in the double negatives and a Mulder-smile, commenting on how it felt just like they were back having their first Christmas together, only naked this time.

Even though it wasn’t Christmas morning, Scully leaned over the edge of the bed and retrieved his gift, “open it. I know it’s early but open please.”

Never arguing with an unclothed Scully had been his personal rule since the first time he’d laid eyes on her perfect breasts and not about to break that rule, he took the gift, unwrapping it with paper flying everywhere, then staring at it in confusion.

It was a clear ornament, one that unscrewed in half, holding a single key.

Opening the orb slowly, he took out the key, never taking his eyes off her, “you have me totally befuddled.”

“That’s one of our house keys.” Now he just looked so totally ‘what?!’ that she smiled, sitting up, wrapping comforter around shoulder before continuing, “the paperwork went through with a little help from Skinner and the real estate lady sent the key to the Post Office box and I picked it up yesterday and thought it would be a pretty good gift.”

For some crazy reason, the fact that she would be in a home again soon, with him, like some sort of kind of a hint of a real family, made tears fill his eyes. Holding it up between them, “we should go look at it now.”

“Um, it’s after 9pm, it’s a three-hour drive and that boatload of snow out there isn’t just for looks. Maybe tomorrow or the next day after they’ve plowed some of the highways but right now, we’d be stuck before we got out of town.”

Impatient to the core, he opened his mouth to argue but she shut him up swiftly, her mouth covering his, her body following. Eventually, exhaustion forced him into sleep, mouth slack, body sated, limbs tangled with hers as he mumbled something about christening the new house as soon as possible.

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Three long days later, they were trudging through snowdrifts higher than Scully, forced to leave the car at the main road while they walked the half-mile to the house. Frozen solid, yet sweating profusely under their winter coats and leggings, they didn’t stop to look at the porch or the shuttered windows but went right inside, shucking off clothing to leave in a heap by the door.

Only when they were stripped down to jeans and thermal shirts did they look around.

This time is was Scully crying, stepping up the stairs a few feet to grab him in a proper hug, squeezing his neck until he choked out a laugh and she lightened her grip. Burying his face in the side of her neck, “welcome home.” A few minutes later, he peeled away from her, holding up a finger to keep her in place, which she obeyed with open wonderment. Watching him carefully remove a box from his jacket pocket, he held it up to her, still in its Christmas paper, “I would have given you this on Christmas morning but decided to wait until we got here.”

Intrigued, she ripped the paper, opened the box then removed a clear glass Christmas bulb. Without looking or reading the words on it, she looked at him, “you stole my idea.”

“Actually, Dana Scully, you stole mine. I’ve been waiting since October, when we decided to find the house.”

The Dana made her grin, the Scully made her warm from head to toe but the gift made her speechless. Inside, on a bunch of pulled apart cotton balls, sat a simple, gold band, a small, deep red-purple stone set with a small diamond on either side. Stomach officially all over the map and brain forgetting how to speak, she turned the bulb slowly, reading, “will you marry me?” and the year, Mulder’s script careful and precise in its sloppy familiarity.

She couldn’t answer. She couldn’t breathe. She could, however, feel her heart thudding against her ribs, painfully strong and erratic as all hell. The only thing she could do was stare, the tears blurring things before they fell but in between watery visions, she could see Mulder clear as day, across from her, perfect as anything in the world and all hers.

“Yes.”

The answer shot out towards him like a bullet, fast, sharp, crisp and unmistakable.

He laughed, truly afraid for a moment she was either going to faint, explode or most scary of them all, say ‘no’. Taking the ornament from her, he opened it, slipped the ring on her finger then held up the words to her again, “sure about your answer to this?”

This time her ‘yes’ was whispered in his ear.