i'm so so so glad this is getting a second series

agirlcalledfrost  asked:


so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!

  • spoiler alert: yes they can? THEY ALWAYS CAN.
  • 200 years of american high school and teenagers still think that there is a cap limit on kids in detention and that you can leave after 15 minutes if the teacher doesn’t show up.

anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”

  • she didn’t say scab because she’s not from the 1920s and we aren’t newsies, though this story would be way more interesting if we were
  • what she said was “YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!”
  • except not yolo because it was 2009 and drake hadn’t been invented yet except as a dear sweet boy in a wheelchair.

we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.

  • I’M NOT ASHAMED, but in that way where like i kind of AM ashamed so i’m really aggressively NOT ashamed? 

so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”

“hell no,” i said. “YOLO. they can’t punish all of us.”

elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.

  • HELLA.

off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.” 

of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE. 

but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.

at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.

all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE,“ and elle said, "did you hear that?”

“hear what?”


‘that’ was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU’RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.

our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”

i held my breath. 

  • i should add here that i seemed to be operating on like a scooby-doo level of logic where basically i thought that she was somehow NOT ALLOWED to investigate?
  • like, if she can’t see me, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that she could prove i’m in here, right?
  • she’ll just poke her head in and be like oH GOSH NO KIDS HERE and leave!!

you can see the flaw in my logic.

mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”

  • there’s no WAY she guesses i’m in the closet!!!

“mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet.”



there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.

i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.

i said, “where’s ginna?”


“um,” said elle, “she’s in the—”


ginna yes.

i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:

  • oh no.
  • what have i done?
  • this was a mistake. 
  • i regret a series of decisions that i have made.
  • is there a way out of this?
  • are those oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • why are there oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • mollyhall, you HAVE a food cupboard, what good is a food cupboard if you don’t—
  • oh, crap.

she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.

ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”


I don’t even know who to blame for this one, sorry…  In response to the fanboy Kakashi anon:

Kakashi doesn’t think he compares to Jiraiya-sama, not in the least. The man has a truly enviable grasp on subtle turn of phrase and the greatest eye for folds and drapes that hint in ways even more erotic than showing. Jiryaiya-sama is a master of his craft, let no one dare deny it.

(Else Kakashi will fight you. In the face.)

The thing is, though, that Jiraiya-sama is gleefully, viciously, irrevocably straight. (Or, if you’re truly a connoisseur of his works and a bit of a genius gifted in looking beneath-the-beneath, tragically, desperately, and obliviously closeted.) And while Kakashi is and always will be ever so fond of the way Machiko-chan tilts her head just so when Seichiro-sama nibbles just there, Kakashi just can’t help but think that the whole third chapter of Violence #5 would have been greatly improved if Satoshi-kun had just kicked Seichiro’s feet out from under him and promptly shoved a hand down his hakama.

It’s nothing more than an idea for a while, an odd little brain-doodle of a what-if that bubbles up in the long stretches of boredom nobody tells you make up 85% of ANBU ops. ‘Would there have been a war,’ he wonders on day 5 of what ends up being an 18 day stakeout, if neither feudal lords felt the young prince had wronged their busty daughters? ‘Would Satoshi still have died tragically stepping in front of a poisoned needle meant for his dear childhood friend?’ he ponders once he’s lost and/or killed his tail and settled in for the 18 hour run back to Konoha. 'Could everyone have the happily ever after that never exists in real life?’ he contemplates over a bowl of high-calorie mush meant to prod his chakra coils into filling up faster.

“What about Machiko!” cries Ebisu, a berk of a chuunin made just tolerable by being a fellow enthusiast. “Where does her happy ending come in?” Kakashi thinks long and hard on that one for about 8 seconds.

“Clearly loyal, supple handmaiden Hana would sweetly ease her woes.”

The two men contemplate that for a blissful second, before Kakashi remembers that the chuunin currently possesses all the paperwork required to spring him from the prison Konoha calls a hospital.

It becomes kind of a thing a month later, when Kakashi is back in his least favorite place, damaged enough that there’s no escaping through the window. He’s trapped for the foreseeable future and granted no distractions but the pen and forms required for an after action report.

He doesn’t do the report. He’s got a reputation to live down to.

A week after that, paperwork-chuunin Inuzuka Hige runs him to ground in training ground 15, waving his not-report like a declaration of war. “If you leave this here I will gut you like a boar,” she roars and in fear for his balls, Kakashi turns out ten thousand words of slow, sweet, 'incredibly glad we both somehow survived’ hardcore yaoi fix-it in less than a day.

It becomes absolutely a thing after that. There are message boards in admin building basements where first his, then others’, hand-scribbled fiction is pinned up, and tiny post-its of praise are pinned up under it. It seems like the village had been waiting poised on an exhale for someone, anyone, to start the tide. Because then there is a flood, spanning volumes and series and worlds, scratched on anything from expensive calligraphy paper to the margins of a BBQ menu and distributed on an old clunker of a photocopier that in some accounting somewhere has been listed as both non-functional and disposed.

It becomes so much more than him.

Someone starts illustrating, and someone else starts coloring. And yet someone else starts writing fictional derivations of Kakashi’s own derivation and this, he thinks, is what it must feel like to be happy.

(One writer’s time-travelling, world-building epic is so goddamn astounding he finds himself first in line next to the photocopier exactly on time every Tuesday morning like clockwork to get his print.)

His nose isn’t always buried in Icha Icha any more, though you’d have to know him better than most do to even notice behind the lurid orange covers he tacks on everything. He’s still unflinchingly loyal to the classic originals but now his horizons have been blown wide open. There’s a new wave of pornography storming across the hidden continent and Kakashi has to stay at the forefront of it all to remain a big name in fan-writing. Viva la fucking revolution!

(Oh my Kentarou-kun, what could you and Takeshi-kun possibly do with those soft, smooth tentacles you’ve sprouted?  We should all find out.)

mimichin18  asked:

Hi! I've just finished reading the first story of the Designation: Miracle series and I loved every bit of it! I actually cried because of HInata in the end, it was so emotional. I really don't know if take prompts or something, but have you ever thought about writing a spinoff with IwaOi/KasaKise meeting at the "party"? It'd be so fun! (they're my OTP from both anime ahah) BTW, thanks for writing it! It's really amazing!

“We are going to crush them.”

“You’re getting awfully competitive about a game where we literally just made up the rules five seconds ago,” Iwaizumi remarks.

“Iwa-chan, there is no point in playing anything without performing our absolute best. And also, we need to prove that we are better than those basketball players, don’t you think?”

“We have basketball players on our team,” Iwaizumi points out. “They have volleyball players on their team. The whole point of this absurd made-up game is so that we’re working together.”

“Alright, fine, we have to prove we’re better than the Miracle.”

This makes even less sense, and Iwaizumi resists the urge to throttle his captain. “The only reason any of us are here is because you wanted to support the Miracles.”

“Right,” Oikawa says. “We supported them, and now we’re going to make sure we prove we’re the best.”

Iwaizumi just stares at him. “Why are you like this?”


“I don’t like him,” Kise announces.


“He’s too pretty,” Kise says.

Kasamatsu frowns and follows Kise’s glare to the captain of the current Basket-Volleyball team they’ve been playing against. He’s had some solid moves and got past Kise a few times. “That’s a weird thing for you to say,” Kasamatsu says. “Besides, I think he’s a lot like you.”

“What! Senpai, how can you say that? He is nothing like me! He seems far too frivolous.”

“Right,” Kasamatsu says. “Bit like you.”

Senpai,” Kise whines. “Look at him! He’s clearly smarmy. He flirts too much and also he smirks. People shouldn’t smirk all the time.”

“So… exactly like you?”

Kise continues to pout, with a wide-eyed puppy-dog look that creates the perfect picture of injured prettiness.

“Can’t even tell the difference, really,” Kasamatsu continues, “Maybe I should go ask him out, he looks like my type, and maybe he’d be better about picking his clothes off the floor—”



“Wow, where did they even come from?” Kasamatsu remarks, marveling at the fact that a crowd of girls have already encircled Oikawa.

“They just sort of pop up out of nowhere, like fruit flies,” Iwaizumi says, resignedly. “Although, I do think some of them were originally here for your boy.”

Kasamatsu twitches slightly at the idea of Kise as “his boy” and carries on with, “Well, that’s even more impressive. I didn’t think anyway could pull fans away from Kise. That’s a definite testament to the charming abilities your boy has.”

Iwaizumi, to his credit, only nods apologetically, as if acknowledging his own fault. “Yeah. It’s pretty annoying. Doesn’t help that he panders to his fans, you know?”

“Oh, for sure. Kise’s a model too, so we get it everywhere. And it’s kind of obnoxious, because you almost have no room to complain because he’s still incredibly talented at basketball,” Kasamatsu says, like a man who has never kicked his underclassman for pandering to his fans.

“Right. There’s no denying Oikawa is the best setter in the prefecture, so it is really hard to object to his crazy,” Iwaizumi agrees, like a man who has never thrown a volleyball at his friend’s head.

You’re obviously really talented, though,” Kasamatsu says. “You’re reflexes are amazing.”

“Thanks, back at you. Have you ever thought about playing volleyball?”

“Eh, not my sport.”

“Fair enough.”


“I don’t like you,” Kise says.

“I don’t like you, pretty boy,” Oikawa says.

“And if that spikey haired guy gets any closer to Senpai, I’m going to kick his ass.”

“If you hurt Iwa-chan, I’ll destroy you,” Oikawa says with a smile.

Kise eyes Oikawa and gets the feeling that Oikawa might be a human, but he was a human who knew how to do unpleasant things in the dark without anyone ever knowing what was happening. Oikawa, on the other hand, is realizing there were a lot more unpleasant geniuses besides Kageyama and he almost wishes Kise did play volleyball, if only so Oikawa could have the satisfaction of making him cry in public.

“Keep him away from Senpai and we’ll call a truce?” Kise offers.

“Deal, but only because I’m feeling generous since my team beat yours.”

“Only once and I demand a rematch!”

A/N: Thanks, friend! I am very glad you enjoyed the story! I have always meant to write a KiKasa and IwaOi interaction because that was something a few people remarked on wanting to see, so here we go! It’s my headcanon that Oikawa and Kise are probably people who will get along really well after awhile, but when they first meet they hate each other’s guts. Thanks again!! Sorry for how long it took! (If anyone is interested in random thoughts on basket-volleyball, they are here).

Episode 1: The King’s Weakness

“Is that blood?”


“That’s not a question you are supposed to answer with another question.”

“Then, what do you expect me to say? That there’s a red liquid coming out of your bloody head?” You replied sarcastically. 

But little did you know, Pan was genuinely asking.

Fear that what you said was true, he placed his hand on his head. As he pulled it back to the front of his face, his eyes widened at the sight of red goo that now covered his palm. 

Not long after, you saw Pan’s face turned white-wash and his lips turning blue. A sense of worry started to kick in. “Pan, are you alright?”

No reply.

Instinctively, you walked over to his side and tapped on his shoulder. “Pan, can you hear me? Are you alright?”

Pan started to sway for a moment. Knowing well what would happen next, you swiftly stood behind him and caught him just in time before his body could slam the ground. Unable to hold his weight, you slowly sat down and placed his head on your lap. You shook his body, trying to pull him out of his fainting spell.

“Pan! Pan! Wake up!” You heaved a sigh of relief as Pan gradually opened his eyes.

“Why the bloody hell did you push me out of the way?” From your tone of voice, Pan could not determine whether you were scolding him or just merely your way of showing concern.

“Seriously?” Pan spoke faintly. “You are… blaming me… after… I saved you…?”

Watching Pan in terrible pain, a sense of guilt seeped in your heart. If it were not for his actions, you would be the one lying on the ground with an arrow in your heart, literally. Who fire that arrow anyway? You pushed away that thought for a moment as you turned your attention back to the major problem in your hand, literally.

“Can you use your magic to heal yourself?” You suggested after recalling seeing him treating the boys’ injuries time and time again.

Pan tried to reach out for his head, trying to heal himself with his magic as you suggested. However, the pain was draining his energy away. Feeling obligated to help the guy who had saved you from a terrible fate, you quickly came up with an alternative plan to heal Pan.

You reached out for your walkie-talkie that was strapped to your belt and pressed a small button. After allowing the static sound to clear, you spoke into the black rectangular box which has an antenna protruding out of it. “Felix. Felix. Do you copy?”

Moments later, which felt like centuries in emergency like this, a roughed voice was heard from the other end. “Yes, y/n. What’s wrong?”

“There’s been an emergency. Pan is…” Before you could continue, Pan shook his head and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. Understood his facial expression, you nodded.

“Y/n. Y/n. What happened to Pan?”

“Err… Pan and I are backing out from the game.”

“Why? What’s wrong? Where’s Pan? Should I call the boys in?”

“No!” You blurted out. “Don’t. Just continue with the game and act as per normal.”

You looked into Pan’s eyes, telepathically asking him if Felix should be told. Despite no words being exchanged, it was as if you knew what you were going to say to one another. Knowing that Pan has given his consent, you continued. “Once you are done, come to Pan’s treehouse. I’ll tell you more then. Just don’t say anything to boys, aites?”

Felix took a moment to think. “Alright, I trust you. If you need me, please call me out immediately and I’ll come right over. Got it?”

“Yes, Felix.”

With that, you switched off the device and turned your attention back to Pan who was starting to drift away. “Pan.” You gently shook his body. “I need you to stay with me, alright? I’ll fly us back to your treehouse. I think I know how fix that head of yours.” Pan slowly nodded, agreeing with your plan.

“Great. Now, I need you to stand up. Can you do that?”

He nodded again. You placed your hand behind his neck and the other in his hand.

“Good. On the count of three. 1… 2… 3.” On three, you pulled him up, helping him back on his feet.

Pan leaned on you for support, placing almost all his weight on you. You struggled to get a stable position to hold up his weight. In these moments, you could only be grateful for the creation of pixie dust. If there is no way for you to fly, it would be almost impossible for you to bring Pan back to camp alone.

You grabbed a handful of green, sparkling dust from the bottom pocket of your shirt. I believe, you closed your eyes as you affirmed that believe in your heart. With that, you threw the dust over yourself and Pan. The next moment, you found yourself flying towards Pan’s treehouse.

Throughout the journey, there were not much exchange of words between yourself and Pan; just once in a while to make sure that he stays awake; perhaps mostly because of the anxiety that was consuming you by the minute. What’s worse, you were not certain whether your plan is going to succeed. All these while, it was Pan who healed the injured using his magic. Now, it was him who were badly wounded and none of us have the powers to heal him. You could only pray hard that you will succeed.

Halfway through the fly, a sudden realization hits you. 

No… It can’t be… 

But how’s that possible…?

Urgh! Why so many questions today? Oh… I’m so going to kill the person who fired that arrow?

With Pan’s treehouse coming to view, you ignored your worry for a moment and checked on Pan once again who seemed to be awake, but only just. You landed in his balcony and walked Pan over to his bed. Carefully, you laid him down on his bed. You hurriedly walked over to a shelf that stood by the wall across his bed.

“Now… where did you put it?” You rummaged through his stuffs in the shelf, looking for a small glass bottle. You could have sworn you saw it somewhere on the shelf the last time you were there.

“What are you looking for, honey?” He spoke with his little energy left.

“The water from Neverland’s spring. Where did you put it?”

“Wait… How did you kn-?”

“Never mind that. I’ll explain it to you once you are well. Quick. Tell me.”

“It’s in the white box, top row.” He said as he pointed at the top shelf.

Instantaneously, you reached out for a white box with a red cross on it right at the place where Pan mentioned. “Why would you even keep it in a first-aid box? Ah nevermind that.”

You opened the lid and found the glass bottle that you were looking for. Yes! The waters from Neverland’s spring! This should help him. With no time to lose, you placed the box back on the shelf and ran back to Pan.

You lifted Pan’s head anxiously and placed it over your lap, raising his head a tad higher. “Drink up.” You whispered while unscrewing the lid with one hand. You poured the glistening clear liquid into Pan’s mouth. Drinking it all in one gulp, you placed his head back down on the fluffy pillow.

Soon after, you could see Pan’s lips lifted upwards and his dimples faintly showing through his cheek, telling you that the waters did its magic. For the first time in years, never had you felt contented to see the sweet, charming smile on his face. Without realising it, he infected you with his smile as you grinned.

“I never knew you cared so much about me.”

“Huh?” You stared down at Pan, who was looking at you with a gaze you could not quite comprehend. But yet, this look invited a warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

“I thought you hate me.” Pan repeated.

“Who said I hate you?”

“Well, let’s see. First, you don’t like to follow whatever I’ve instructed you to do. Always love to do the opposite of everything that I said. Second, you could tell all the grandmother stories to the boys that they had to stop you from talking more. But when it comes to me, you only gave me a one-word answer. Also, you were so kind to the boys. But when I asked for your help, you treated me like I’m a tosser.”

“You are actually.”

Pan stared at you with widened eyes, surprised by your bluntness. Throughout the hundreds of years that he became the king of Neverland, never had any of his lost boys talked back at him. But instead of anger, he was intrigued to know you even better.

“Alright, fine. I’m a tosser.”

“You are! Only a tosser like you save others instead of himself.” You paused. “Why did you even push me out of the way? If I was the one injured, you could have healed me with your magic. Instead, you got hurt and no one here have even the slightest power to heal you. Imagine if I hadn’t spot your stash of Neverland’s spring. How am I going to save you then?”

“Sorry, honey.” Yes, you felt outraged at him for caring about you more than himself. But his guilty eyes charmed you, making it hard for you to stay mad.

“It’s alright.” You responded while brushing through his hair, looking for any open wound. You let out a short breath, glad there wasn’t any. “Try and get some rest. We’ll talk more once you are well.”

“Can I put you and Felix in charge of the boys for now?”

“Don’t worry about them. They’ll be in good hands.” Assured by your words, he closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep slumber.

Watching Pan recovering fast, you heaved a sigh of relief, glad that the worst was over. Quietly, you walked away from Pan and head for the door, trying your best to avoid even the slightest creak of the wooden floor that you were standing on.

As you stepped outside, you could see Felix running towards you.

“What… was… the… emergency…? Are… you… guys… okay?” Felix queried, breathing heavily in between his words.

“Yeah. We’re both fine.” You replied briefly, still in deep thoughts. Despite the worst being over, there’s another worry that you can’t seem to stop thinking about. 

After mustering up enough courage, you finally spoke to Felix with regards to your concern. “Felix. I need to talk to you. It’s about Pan.”

After inhaling a final deep breath, his breathing finally stabilized. “Yeah? What about him?”

“Pan almost died today.”

I'm not the one A.I.

Summary: Why in the world would you want to break your soulmate clock just so you could be with me? The guy who isn’t even supposed to be with you.


Your day was normal just like any other day. You woke up, went to work, went home, ate, slept. Nothing else ever really happened in that time. This time, work was more interesting. You worked as a waitress at this really good pizza place. You take orders and give them to the cooks, obviously. That part was the best. There’s this really cute guy who makes the pizzas here. His name is Ashton, you’d surely go after him, but you already know that he isn’t your soulmate. You’ve still got three years, 46 days, 23 minutes, and 12 seconds until you actually find him. 11 now, but that isn’t the point.

     The point is, you would love to go out with him, you’d  love for him to be your soulmate. He’s funny, caring, kind, sweet, and overall amazing. Ashton Irwin is the most amazing human being. Every time you walked over to give him the customer’s order, he’ll brush your hand with his long fingertips and give a subtle wink which makes your knees weak. This time wasn’t any different.

     “Hey Ashton, here’s another order for you.“ You said casually as you walked over to hand him the small slip of paper. He brushed your hand with his fingers and smirked.

     "Thank you Y/N. I’ll get right on it.” He smirked some more and walked to the back of the kitchen. You sighed dreamily and walked back out to the dining area to take more orders. When the customer’s pizza was ready, Ashton called you over to him.

     “So, I know this isn’t really what people do since we obviously aren’t soulmates. But, I was wondering if you’d like to grab a coffee with me sometime?” He asked carefully, “Unless you already found your soulmate than if so just forget about it ok?” He asked again with a slight tint to his face.

     You giggled and nodded your head. “Of course I’ll go out with you. And no, I haven’t found my soulmate and I won’t for three more years.” You added in with a smile. Ashton smiled at this. A large smile that showed his pearly white teeth.

     “It’s a date than, glad I have three years to impress you.” He said while you giggled at his humor. You shook your head and wrote down your number on a piece of a napkin you saw next to him, and your favorite black pen you keep in your apron.

     “Give me a call sometime and we’ll work out the details for this date. But, for right now, I’m on the clock so I have to get back to work.” You said as you grabbed the pizza while, quite obviously, grazing your fingertips over his hands. You threw a smirk over your shoulder as you walked back to the table who ordered this pizza. You could still hear his beautiful laugh while you walked away.

     “I’ll be looking forward to this date!” He yelled as you were far away from him now. You turned to face him and smiled brightly, “Me too.” You called back and continued your shift at work, smiling and daydreaming about your date with Ashton.

anonymous asked:

Ok dnp are killing me with their holiday cuteness, are you maybe possibly *pls* thinking about writing a fic about their time in florida? All of your reality-based fics are so amazing <3

they are killing me too pal! i actually was not b/c i felt like the idea i did have was too similar to @thatsmistertoyou‘s Florida installment of the Right Where We Are series (which is great and you should read if you haven’t already), but then you said a lovely thing and also they did more and more cute things so now there is this! (this was initially meant to be a bunch of snapshots but it took longer than i thought so maybe those will come later?) (crossposted on ao3 if anyone prefers)

always wind up staying

Dan takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. He focuses on the remaining warmth of the low sun, the distant noise of seagulls - alright, not that peaceful, but better than the screaming child he can just about hear under it. He’s alone for now, Phil, Martyn and Cornelia having gone back to the shore to check out the tourist shops and maybe buy ice creams. Waves are lapping at the rocks beneath him. The wind shifts his curls.

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anonymous asked:

Hey fabrickind! I want to do a walk on in my first cosplay contest next month but I'm nervous going on stage. Any tips to overcome that?

Hello there!

I’ve only entered three contests so far, so I don’t have a ton of experience in this, but I have been told that I have good stage presence (including by judges), so maybe I can help. (I also have zero skit experience, so I’m glad you’re asking about walkons.)

My basic method boils down to this

Really, most of it comes down to confidence. If you don’t have that naturally, fake it ‘til you make it. Know that it’s one contest, not the end of the world. And if you are doing a walk-on, the presentation might not even factor into your score, depending on the contest. Know that you are there to shine and to entertain the audience for those 30 seconds you are on stage, but that you will only be up there for 30 seconds, and then they’ll move on to the next person. If you mess up, no one will know or care. It usually only matters if you do well and go above and beyond. There’s actually very little pressure with a walkon performance.

If it helps, divorce yourself from yourself, if that makes sense. You’re up there enacting a character on stage, but it’s not “you,” it’s “Harle” or “Juri” or whoever else. Don’t think of it as you on that stage, but think of it as someone else, and they’re just inhabiting your body for that short span. I’m actually somewhat shy and not all that social until I become comfortable with someone, but thinking of it as me but not me up on stage really helps with that. 

When you do your walkon, know that you are there to entertain an audience and there to embody a character. Really feel that character. If you are allowed to choose your own music, choose something that you can really perform to. something evocative. In the two walkons I’ve done where I could choose my music, I did a very dramatic battle theme for a character who is a hardened fencer and duelist, and did a somewhat melancholy but still slightly playful song for a conflictedly villainous harlequin character. Both songs are from the series the characters were from, and both are very evocative and create a sense of atmosphere and give a sense of who the character is. For the first (Juri), I went in as intimidating as I could and swished my sword around as if I were challenging the audience. For the second (Harle), I sauntered on stage and did a few dramatic and playful poses. I chose the music because I felt that I /could/ perform to them, and that I could channel some of my feelings about the character into the music and use that as my guide for the mood I wanted to portray. Having a sense of how you want to portray the character is really important, and keeping that character type and mood in mind can really help you to focus your entire being on embodying that.

That gets to the next point: practice practice practice! Don’t go in there without a plan and try to figure it out once you get on stage. The more your practice, the less nervous you will likely be, but also keep it flexible in case something goes wrong, or you forget a pose, or the stage setup is different from how you imagined (say, there’s a drumkit in the middle back of the stage leftover from the concert that was just in there and you can’t use that area, or you have to enter and exit on a particular side), etc. Practice in your bedroom, with your music, in your costume, if possible. Give yourself a bit of time to practice, as well. Get to know the movements you want to make inside and out. The advantage here is that unlike posing for a still image, you often don’t have to make sure that you are always at the most flattering angle – people will be at all angles to you and you’ll look different in motion than when stilled. Candid images of you up on stage will almost always catch you at the wrong time or angle. Don’t worry about that, but do pause for a few moments to give people time to take photos and see your costume, even as you shouldn’t just pose statically the whole performance.

While I’m on walkon tips for a successful performance, here’s a few more: be sure to show all angles of your costume, even the back. Have at least one turn to show this. You don’t have to tell a full narrative, but keeping in mind who your character is and why they act the way they do can really help. Keep your movements exaggerated. People from the back can’t see small little movements as you are on stage, so be sure to act large, for the whole audience. (As Harle, since I had hugely poofy pants and was on stage, I made sure to really swish my hips so that the movement was visible, for example.) Look out at the audience, not the judges, since that’s who you are performing for – don’t look down as you are walking unless that is a distinct part of the performance (and it is clear that you are acting the part of someone who is shy). Don’t do anything tentatively, and be sure to use your whole body to make every motion deliberate. If you have props, figure out what you want to do with them. If you don’t, figure out what to do with your hands. Figure out what you want to show off (especially if your costume has some sort of cool feature or a cool reveal you can do, like a lighted or moving portion, or even something as simple as a long train you want to show off) and figure out a way to do so.

You probably won’t even see the audience if the stage has theatrical lighting, which can help a lot with nervousness. It’s not that it’s a bunch of faces out there, but rather that it’s a bunch of darkness with really bright lights above you and to your sides. Pretend they aren’t there if you have to. Better yet, just don’t even think about the audience aside from the fact that you are performing for them. It’s an abstract concept, not actual people watching you at that point.

Some cons have it set up as more of a runway than a stage, but even then, still walk as if you were your character. Do an in-character pose or two at the end of the runway. There’s a bit less room for performance here (as even walkons are still performing, even if it’s not storytelling in the way a skit is), but never simply walk, despite the word being in the type of performance you are doing. You’re still performing a character and entertaining the audience.

As for how to get better stage presence, beside the “barren field of fucks” attitude, I honestly think that many many years of anime con karaoke has helped me with mine. You only have a month until your con, but try to do a local karaoke night (sober). Go out with friends where you are comfortable and try it out. Do your performance for your friends or family. It’s too late to get involved in theatre groups or anything like that, but if taking a theatre class at your local community college helps (or joining up drama club if you are in school), go for it. Anything that can get you comfortable on stage and performing in front of other people can help here. Also, entering more contests! This is only your first one. You’ll hone your skills as you go.

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I think my #1 tip for stage presence is to have deliberate movements. Keeping your core tight and your posture good helps a lot. If doing a shy character, make sure that the shyness is deliberate and not confused with you being shy. Be confident in how you act, even if you are trying to act out non-confidence. Go out there and be bold.

I hope this helps, Anon! Good luck in your first contest. :D I’m sure you’ll do well.


anonymous asked:

May i know how you came to ship hayama and izuki? Cos i have never seen the ship before, apart from your work. Personally, i ship hayama with miyaji (for shuutoku) and am in favour of izuki and moriyama (kaijo) . But i do find the way you write them quite endearing even though i'm a mono shipper

Thank you for your question, anon-friend, I am glad you can enjoy the my stories even if it’s not your ship! (I am a mono-shipper myself when it comes to KNB, so I know how that goes).

As a disclaimer, I would say that since Izuki is a minor character, pretty much any ship that involves him is going to be a rarepair. And I somewhat feel like anyone who intensely loves a rarepair at least has to be up front about the fact that there’s not going to be much of a canonical reason as to why you ship them, and there’s not even so much of a “reason” beyond the fact that you really like the ship and it brings you joy. So I primarily ship HayaIzu because I really like those two for each other, and I’m willing to admit there’s not much reason beyond that, although I am happy to provide a few aspects of the ship as to why it brings me joy for you, anon-friend.

I am pretty sure the first thing that planted the ship in my brain was reading this short series, and I probably stumbled over it on AO3 one day and vaguely had the reaction of “wait, someone ships those two?” but then immediately was followed by, “actually, you know what? I totally see it.” (It is, by the by, also a very lovely series of fic and I totally recommend these stories). Up until then, I didn’t have a ship for either Izuki or Hayama (or know that there were any other ships involving those guys).

(Incidentally, that author is also the reason I ship Nebuya/Reo, which is not something that has ever appeared in any of my stories, but I always like to think it could be, there in the background, lurking.)

Upon rewatching KNB, and the Rakuzan game in particular, repeatedly and with great devotion, I fell even more in love with the ship and here’s just a few of the reasons, in no particular order: 

  • I love the fact that in the entire series, Hayama is the only one who laughs at one of Izuki’s puns. It is second only to my absolute favorite reaction to Izuki’s puns, which was Kasamatsu not even realizing that Izuki was making a joke. 
  • I love that Izuki’s reaction to Hayama laughing was complete and utter shock because this has never happened to him before and he doesn’t know what to do with it.
  • I am super weak to ships where the genius athlete completely underestimates a minor character’s (ie, not the protagonist of the show) only to be completely blown away by how they play. (This is a very specific weakness, and it’s only happened one other time as far as I can recall, but I’m weak to it nonetheless.)
  • I really, really love the moment when Izuki remarks that he’s glad he got Hayama to take him seriously. Because I think it reflected a lot about Izuki’s character—he knows he’s not the best player, he’s not a genius player, he really only had the one skill and everyone agrees Takao does it better. But he still got one of the Uncrowned Kings to notice him and that’s amazing.
  • “I’m just glad you weren’t smarter than me.”
  • Hayama having to use his special 5-finger dribble on an “ordinary” player.
  • I mean honestly, I think the main reason is the tension between Hayama as an extraordinarily gifted athlete and Izuki as an athlete who works hard. (Which, let’s face it, is the reason behind a lot of my ships in KNB)

So hmm, yeah, that’s about it. I don’t have super intense feelings about the ship like I do for my other ships in KNB, but it is by far my favorite rarepair ship and it is the rarepair ship that gets “Most Likely To Get Longer Fic” if I ever write a longer fic about one of my rarepairs. 

Thanks again for your question, anon-friend! I’m always happy to talk ships =D

blackflirtlarping  asked:

Your sister's aesthetics for D:M are so good! Really brought out some of the iconic lines. Would you mind talking about how some of those quotes came to be written?

Oh gosh, thank you so much for that question, friend!!!!! I pretty much never get writing questions, especially writing choice questions, and I am very enthusiastic about talking about writing, so I was so excited by your question!

It also reminded me that I never finished posting all the singles of the amazing aesthetics my sister made me, and also that I’ve always wanted to re-post all of them together without my enthusiastic squeeing because I wanted to have them up without the enthusiastic squeeing for aesthetic reasons. So I now did that and will post the remaining singles on their own, because I really do love how they look, and my sister is the best.

My sister also made them as a surprise, so she picked the lines out on her own, and I was extraordinarily pleased that for the most part, she picked the lines *I* would have picked as the main representations of those characters, so I’m glad you think they were appropriate too and I’m super happy to talk about why I wrote those lines! I will do the Kuroko one as a sample of what the rest will be like, and then put the rest under a cut if anyone else wants to know my thoughts on writing and various absentee dvd commentary about what I thought during those scenes. Thanks again for the wonderful ask!!

“Fear is not the ultimate power. In the end, kindness will win every time.”

I mentioned in another dvd commentary that I felt that Chapter 11 was one of the most important chapters because it revealed Kuroko’s motivations, and I feel like this line in particular encapsulates that. It was ultimately the difference between Kuroko’s experience in Teiko and the other Projects’ experience with Teiko—the other Projects were ruled by and were taught to respect fear. But since Kuroko was trained to not feel fear, what he ultimately found to be more important was the kindness he found through Orange.

This line in particular was also meant to foreshadow the fact that kindness does in fact “win.” Through the kindness of the human boyfriends, and the guardians, and ultimately Hinata, the Miracles were able to “win.” (Specifically through Hinata—which is why Hinata’s story was framed entirely around the idea of kindness, both his own and what he experienced from others). I am sometimes very obvious with my themes.

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anonymous asked:

hi !!! um i started reading d:m last year and id like to say that i love that universe A LOT (though i dont have an ao3 acc (still v sad about that) so i dont tend to leave comments) and could i ask if you have an idea of how long this story is going to continue on/which stories are going to be uploaded next ? IM SO SORRY IF SOME ONE ALREADY ASKED THIS ;-; IM NOT ON TUMBLR ALOT :((( or as much as id like to be (usually this acc is used by my friend lmao)

Oh gosh, thank you anon-friend, I am very glad you enjoy this series! And it is quite alright to ask questions even if they have been answered, I don’t mind =D I sorta blog in such a way that it is incredibly easy to miss the answers, because they tend to get buried underneath lots of anime reblogs.

The second part of your question is easier to answer so I will answer that part first: I have two longer stories planned in Designation: Miracle that complete the new arc I set up in “Filthy Halls.” The first will be a very strange story with many original characters (not all of them my own) and random crossovers and it  centers around what Nijimura is doing in America (most commonly referred to as “That Nijimura Story” here on this blog).

The second will be a very long story that completes that arc and goes into the backstory of Masaomi and Youji as well featuring Masaomi and Furihata finally meeting. (For convenience sake, I usually call it the “MasaYou” story, despite the fact that it will go into a lot of other things.)

The first part of your question is a little harder for me to answer because honestly I have no idea. I am actually very surprised that Designation: Miracle has gone on as long as it has (ELEVEN parts on AO3 now. I mean, I know three out of the eleven are just short story compilations, but still.) I love this series a lot, and it makes me really happy that other people love this series too, but I do often think about working on other long series, mostly because I have other AUs that I would love to write someday.

I am inclined to think that after I complete these next two stories, I will most likely want to pause on Designation: Miracle and finish/write other AUs, but I don’t think I would ever be completely “done” with it, up until it is clear that everyone is sick of it or I genuinely feel like there’s no other stories left to tell. I would very much like to extend this into other sports anime (without necessarily making them all part of the same narrative of events as the other ones are) but that’s mostly a “we’ll see what happens in the future” kind of thing. I am definitely seeing the next two stories as a “close” of some kind in terms of the narrative I’ve been working on since the beginning, but that doesn’t necessarily mean there won’t be any more Designation: Miracle stories after that.

Thank you for your questions! And thank you for reading this incredibly long series of mine =)

First Impressions | Jungkook

Originally posted by sugutie

Summary line: What is the first encounter/interaction with BTS? What were you doing that made them so interested to interact with you?

“Hyung! It’s going to be so much fun. We’ve been on this before, remember?” Jungkook rubs Hoseok’s shoulders.

“I do remember. Which is why I don’t want to go on it again.” Hoseok looks up with fear. He watches as the participants gets pulled higher and higher before being let go and flying over their heads. Back and forth. Back and forth in heights Hoseok never wants to have nightmares of, let alone dream them.

“You were able to bungee jump.” Jungkook reminds him.

“That was on camera, for our BTS Run segments. There are no cameras here.” Hoseok rubs his own arms.

Jungkook turns Hoseok around who’s in front of him in the line. The rest of the boys are going on a different ride. Hoseok backed out of that ride and Jungkook accompanied him. What Hoseok first felt grateful for, soon learned that it was a set up. Jungkook dragged him over to the freefall ride. He’s not as young as he once felt, and even if he was, he would still be too scared to go on the ride. Jungkook sees Hoseok’s infamous frown which clearly means that Hoseok is unhappy. If anyone can make a sun unhappy, it must be very serious.

“Okay, hyung. Why don’t you go find the guys, they might be off their ride now and they don’t know where we are.” Jungkook let go of his hyung and Hoseok gratefully skips out of the line like the roadrunner.

Jungkook sighs and leans forward on his elbows on the metal bar that organizes the line from chaos. He’s going soon, and he kind of starts to regret letting go Hoseok. He’s fine being independent from everyone, but it feels like a waste to bring Hoseok so far in, just so he could escape.

Someone nudges past him in the same fashion Hoseok did moments ago.

“Y/B/N! Y/B/N!” You shout for your brother who finally escapes your grasp. You drop your shoulders in disappointment. He’s supposed to be braver than you, and now look at him. Gone like the wind. You look back at your original spot. People have already filled it up, and you don’t see the point in reclaiming it anymore. Now that you’re not with your brother, you hesitate whether or not you should still do this. You want to go on this ride at least once. Your brother had been boasting about doing it with his friends once and it was nothing to him, so you asked if he could do it with you. You felt better to know someone who had done it before would be with you, and he’s your brother of all people.

But you should’ve known this would happen. Your brother is the kind of guy that gets psyched out easily; God knows how he got on the ride the first time. But you soon learned the answer. In the line, you kept asking questions to him about the ride, showing your nervousness in hopes that he’d say something that could comfort you, or at least debunk all your worries. But everything you kept spouting out without a thought soon got to him. Yeah, he’s been on the ride before…but he was peer-pressured and blacked out at the first swing. He ran faster than a jack rabbit out of that line and made you lose your place for following him.

You blow the hair out of your face and lean forward on your elbows on the metal rail. You glance at the forearms on your left in the same position as yours. You want to make a quick glance, but that plan comes to a halt when you see Jeon Jungkook staring down at you. Wearing a white shirt and a red beanie.

“You should probably take off that beanie when you get on the ride.” You gesture to his hat. He looks up even though he can only see a sliver of red.

“Right.” He takes it off.

“You don’t have to take it off now. We’ve got a while.” You laugh. He smiles sheepishly, “It’s hot anyway.” The conversation ends there. But it’s not often you get to talk to a celebrity.

“I don’t know if I want to do this anymore.” You sigh and look up above, right when a triplet of people swings by your heads with screams of terror, or excitement.

“It’s not that bad. Have you ever wanted to fly?” Jungkook asks you.

“Just like Iron Man.” You confess. He raises a corner of his lips to a smile.

“Well, this is the best way we can feel it, for now. One day, we might have jet packs, and this is just your training.” He shrugs. You smile weakly and look around him, “Where are the others?” It clicks to him that you actually know him. Early you didn’t say anything so he just figured you didn’t know him.

“They’re on another ride. Originally, I pulled Hoseok with me, but he backed out so…” He shrugs again.

“Well my brother dashed out a step behind him.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“…Do you want to do it with me?” You ask and peek at him. He looks down at you.

“U-um, ‘cause you know, we both lost our partners and i-it’s no fun to do it by ourselves, right? I’m not going to take advantage of you, I swear. I’m…I’m just a little nervous.” You try to convince him, but he needs no convincing.

“Sure, I’ll do this with you. I can’t leave poor ARMY unaccompanied, now can I?” Jungkook grins at you. You blush and nudge him, “Hey, we’re just two people going on a ride. You don’t have to try to flirt with me right now; you’re off-duty.”

Who says I’m doing this because I’m an idol? But he bites back his thoughts. You’re right, he’s off-duty, he doesn’t need to flirt with you. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to, because…well look at you! But to be honest, as shy as he really is, if he doesn’t flirt with you and treat you as ARMY and not just a random girl, he might not be able to have that courage to speak more than necessary, much less flirt with you as the identity of a young man rather than an idol. But since you just called him out, he doesn’t really know what to do. He scratches his head as the line keeps moving.

You two are soon the next pair to go. He signs the forms without hesitation, which you have to watch him do it, or else you’d lack the confidence to do likewise. If an idol like him will do this and not worry for his life, which is being watched almost 24/7, you shouldn’t either.

You two are strapped together tightly, all snug and fit. You feel Jungkook shifting a little, but that’s because he’s feeling a little embarrassed to be so close to you, practically joined at the hip. You suck in a deep breath as you feel tugged upward.

You whimper, but Jungkook is the only who hears you. He’s just as nervous as you, but for completely different reasons. He calms down his shaking hand before he grabs on to yours, “Don’t worry. I’m right here with you.” You finally exhale and attempt to breathe normally.

You two get higher and higher. About the halfway point of the height of the arch rig that holds up the two of you. By a very sturdy rope. With a very sturdy clip. Latching on to a very tight wrap. That wraps you and Jeon Jungkook closer than twins in their mother’s womb.

Jungkook looks down and feels adrenaline already coursing through his body. You decide to look too, because you’re probably not going to look when you two fall.

People are small. This park is small. The world is big and the sky is limitless. You smile for the first time before hearing Jungkook go, “Here we go.”

Without another warning, you two drop and so does your stomach. You scream but most of the wind cuts you off. Jungkook is right by you, screaming as well, but out of excitement.

You feel that adrenaline when you whoosh up after the lowest point and swing upward again. And there goes another fall, backwards this time.

“Here we go. Iron Man, are you ready?!” Jungkook laughs and all his teeth are showing. He outstretches both his arms in front of him. One of his hands are holding tightly onto yours, so at least one sticks out. You shake as you outstretch your other arm with him. You shut your eyes and scream and laugh at the same time when you two swing again.

“Open your eyes. Iron Man doesn’t close his eyes when he flies!” Jungkook knows that you’re closing them without even looking at you.

“A-ah.” You let out a shaky whine and open your eyes. You see your two fists in front of you and one of them is being held by a fist bigger than yours.

You start laughing. And you start laughing harder as you feel your momentum slowing down and your height decreasing.

“You’re so funny. You enjoy it at the second half, when it’s not as exciting.” Jungkook laughs at you when you two are at the end of the ride, but still lowering down onto the ground.

“That’s when it’s not as scary.” You say as the ride’s crew members help unwrap you two. You’re unsteady and your knees almost give out, but Jungkook quickly wraps his arm around your waist.

“I-I’m okay.” You shake, a little embarrassed for everyone to see you so weak.

“It’s okay. It’s normal.” Jungkook helps lead you out to the exit. You two look around once you get back out to the open grounds of the amusement park.
No Hoseok or your brother in sight.

“Where are the others? We can walk over to their ride and wait for them. I’ll call my brother.” He agrees with you and you two make your way over, but you stop him about a quarter way there.

“Wait!” He halts. Are you going to throw up?

“Look!” He looks up to where you point to see a ladder game. The point of the game is to climb the slightly horizontal ropes and wood ladder to reach the top and hold your ground at the top two steps for five seconds before you get to win any prize. And those prizes are huge. It’s a tough game and there are no consolation prizes because the grand prizes are so worth it. For this game, you either get a huge, six-foot teddy bear, or an adult-sized floor pillow shaped like a stretched out square-shaped dog.

“I change my superpower. I wish I could win that ladder game every time.” You sigh longingly at the prizes.

“It doesn’t look too hard.” He remarks.

You scoff, “The only people who can do are the hosts of those games. I’ve never seen a random person actually win this.” Oh, but you shouldn’t have said that to Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook watches as the host of the game oh-so-arrogantly climbs the ladder like these were the stairs to his own home. “Well, as a prize for you being so brave to go on the freefall, I’m going to show you something you’ve never seen before: someone winning that game.”

He leads you the side of the game and sets you down on a random ledge. He walks over to the host and puts five bucks in his hand. Jungkook tests the first step. It’s shaky and the ladder is held up on both ends under an inflatable. He clenches his teeth as he grabs a hold of the second step and puts a foot on the first one. He finally gets onto the ladder with all four limbs. He feels it out and it shakes; he’s shaking and all his muscles are trembling.

He’s not to the third step and he tumbles off the side and bounces on the inflatable.

“Next time, kid.” The host laughs and looks around, announcing the ladder game to passersby. Jungkook doesn’t look at you. Instead he gives the guy another five bucks.

“Next time is now.” He says with determination. He thinks back to how he watched the host do it and tries to imitate him. He gets to the fifth one and falls again.

After the sixth time of failing, Jungkook walks with his head down back to you and sits next to you. You rub his back, “It’s fine. You were really good. I’ve never seen anyone get to the fifth step. At most, the fourth. And I’ve only ever gotten to the third step myself.” You attempt to console him.

He’s leaning his elbows on his knees and he looks up to see that arrogant guy climb the ladder again and swing his legs off the ladder when he reaches the top. There’s a low rumbling in Jungkook’s chest and you wouldn’t have noticed if you didn’t feel that vibration from rubbing his back. You shiver.

“One more.” He gets up and goes to pay the guy five bucks. His last five bucks. You’re feeling better by now and you walk up to behind his ladder.

“Alright! You can do this! I believe in you!” You cheer him on without calling out his name, fearing that he would draw more attention than he already has.

“Go on! Alternate your hands and feet! That’s it!” You cheer, wooping for him every time he makes another step. You cheer even harder when he goes farther than he’s previously gotten. You’re jumping up and down, clapping like a mad man asking for rain.

He finally makes it to the top, but he has to hold his ground for five seconds. You see his legs trembling and his grip on the wood makes his knuckles and skin turn white.

At the fifth count, he finally lets go and slides off the side of the ladder and rolls down the inflatable towards you. You’re wooping out loud like you’re at his concert. He grins at you when you grip his arms and jump up and down.

“Congratulations dude. Take your pick.” The guy congratulates him. He gives him an impressed expression. Maybe not so arrogant after all. Jungkook wipes the sweat off his forehead with his short sleeve and looks up at the large grand prizes.

“Which one do you want?” Jungkook asks you and you look up to him in shock, “What? Me?! But you paid and you played!”

He nods and pants, “I can’t take these home anyway. We have too much stuff. Go on, I wasn’t planning on having one anyway.” You giggle and think about how stocked his home is. You look at all the prizes and point to one of the giant teddy bears, “That one.”

Jungkook gestures to the guy which teddy bear you wanted and the guy unhooks the teddy bear from it’s spot on the net. He hands it to you and you squeeze the life out of the teddy bear that’s bigger than you.

“Come on, I’ll treat you to something to eat. It’s a thank you. And besides, you’re out of money now.” You two go to a nearby food stand to grab a couple of hot dogs and a lemonade. Out of gratitude, you get an extra cotton candy for both of you to share. You two keep walking and Jungkook helps you hold your teddy bear. He has his hot dog on the other hand and using a couple fingers to grip onto the plastic bag that holds the cotton candy. You have your own hot dog and hold his drink in your hand, and the other tucked between your chest and arm, straw readily positioned for your use.

“Where to now?” He asks in-between bites and leans towards you so you can give him a sip of his lemonade.

You two go on the rides everyone else in your groups are too afraid to go on. Originally, you’d be afraid too, but after that freefall, you’re on an adrenaline high and you feel like you can take on any. It also helps that the one beside you is just as brave, if not braver.

Roller coasters, random rides, water rides, the whole nine yards. It’s by the time the sky changes colors that you decide to check your phone for time.

“Oh!” You make Jungkook halt on his tracks, “I forgot to call my brother.” You see one notification from your brother. Apparently he found a friend hours ago and told you to give him a call when you’re ready to leave.

“Brat.” You mumble. What if you were alone and lonely? But you look up at Jungkook, who’s playing with the teddy bear, and you smile.

“Come on, where is your group?” You take the teddy bear from him and he checks his phone, seeing at least two calls from every member.

“Oops.” He dials Namjoon’s number, “Hey…yeah, sorry, I went off to play elsewhere.” He looks at you and grins, “Okay, where do you want to meet up?…Fountain at the entrance. Got it. See you later.” He hangs up and takes your teddy bear back and puts it on his back, as if he’s piggybacking your teddy bear. You two laugh and talk on the way to the entrance of the park. Even on the way, you two buy a random light stick from a nearby stand.

You two finally reach the entrance to see six boys huddled in a circle; half of them sitting on the ledge of the fountain, and half are standing up.

“Jungkook!” Jimin calls him over and you two walk over.

“Hey…Jungkook…” Namjoon looks between the two of you.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You greet them and they greet you back. Jungkook clicks that this is the first time he’s heard your name too. It’s an interesting, not necessarily uncomfortable, silence that graces over the eight of you, but only Jungkook starts to feel embarrassed.

“Here you go.” He hands you the bear.

“Actually, we’re leaving now. Are you leaving too, Y/N? We’ll walk you to the car. You shouldn’t carry that big thing.” Seokjin smiles warmly. You agree and call your brother to tell him to meet you at the car before you all make it out of the amusement park. Seokjin makes Jungkook carry the bear again, not like he really minds though. You all finally make it to the car and Jungkook helps you stuff it in the back of your car.

“Alright. It was great to meet you all. Thanks for…today.” You smile, not sure if Jungkook takes today the same way you do. They wave and leave you to sit in the car and wait for your brother. You already convinced them that you didn’t want them there if he shows up, in case he has his friends too.

Jungkook answers the bare minimum to their every question on the way back to their car. His ears are red and everyone is snickering. After his every “yes” and “no”, they have to ask further questions to get more details.

“Okay. So let’s get the story straight. You two were alone on the line to the freefall, so you two decided to fly together because she was scared. You even held hands on the ride. Then she felt weak when she got off the ride and you held onto her while you two were walking. And then she wanted the bear. And she taunted that no one has done it before, so our little Jungkookie decides to be a competitive hero and spend all his money on the game to win her the bear. And then she treated you hot dogs and lemonade.”

“- And the cotton candy. Don’t forget the cotton candy.”

“Right. And the cotton candy. And then you two went to all the different rides, practically claiming territory everywhere and not even once did we even fate to bump into each other. And you were having so much fun, you forgot us, or even call us; making us worried sick, but not too much because we were on rides too. Until she remembered the time and got in touch with her brother. And she’s the one who reminded you to call us. And then you two bought light sticks and finally met us all at the entrance at the end of the day.” Hoseok lists off everything on the agenda that happened for Jungkook. Jungkook feels like there are some holes in the story, with the way he said things, but he doesn’t care enough to clarify them, “Um, yeah. Basically.”

All the boys get to the car and starts to bust out laughing. Leaning on the car, clutching their stomachs, and full on dropping to the floor for laughing so hard. Jungkook shifts his feet and looks down embarrassed.

“Jungkookie, do you even hear us? Do you even know what happened?” Jungkook looks up at Yoongi whose gummy smile is on a full-on break out.


“Jungkook. You went on a date.”

Namjoon | Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

Motionless: Part 7b

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky continue to heal after the events and ends with Bucky finally being able to do what he always wanted.

Word Count: 4,838

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff, I’m such a sap when it comes to feels

A/N: Second part of the timeline, it’s a bit lengthy but it’s all worth it, believe me. ;) Links are in bold. (All GIFs are not mine, credit to owners)


Readers POV

It’s been weeks since Bucky left his room, whatever food we sent up to him always came back barely even touched. He wasn’t eating, hell he wasn’t even sleeping. Blood-curdling screams could be heard two floors below and above his almost every night. And each time they were getting worse. It got to the point where Steve and you took turns camping on the couch every night and would calm him down if need be. Of course, you weren’t allowed to go into his room without another Avenger present. You hated the idea, but Steve wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Tonight, however, was one of the worst one’s you’ve seen so far. Steve forced you to sleep in your own bed and actually get some real sleep. You ended up sleeping for what seemed like ten minutes until the screams echoed throughout the vents, followed by Steve and Tony yelling. You bolted out of bed and headed towards his floor. Arms made their way around you as you turned the corner, preventing you from going any further.

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positixe  asked:

Found your series about Matthew finding out he's gonna be a dad yesterday, and I'm hooked. Great job love ! Can't wait for the next part :)

Thank you so much! I am so glad people are enjoying it. Here is Part 7! I hope you enjoy. leonkassi and blueeyedvirginiagirl, I hope it is to your liking.

(Part 1  Part 2   Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Epilogue)

You awaken to the smell of cardamom and cinnamon.

Sniffing the air, you roll over and stretch. Last night had been a doozy, and you had been exhausted. Officially into your second trimester, you hope that the exhausted fog of the first would give way to that healthy glow soon enough.

Sitting up in bed, you hear a knock on the door.


“Come on in, Matthew.”

Smiling as he comes thru the door, he shuts it behind him as you realize he is carrying tea.

“Chai tea. I know you love fall, and the smells of chai remind me of fall,” Matthew says sheepishly.

“Thank you,” you croak. Wiping the sleep from your eyes, he sets your tea on the nightstand and sits on the edge of the bed.

“I was hoping we could talk,” Matthew says.

“Is everything alright?” you ask, your brow furrowed.

“Everything’s ok. Just nervous about asking you something.”

As you take Matthew’s hand, he takes a deep breath. “Just ask,” you soothe, putting your palm to his cheek.

“Come with me to California.”

As your eyes get wide, you say, “what?”

“Well, this holiday break has been wonderful, and eventful, but I don’t work here. I work in California.”

The thought hadn’t occurred to you that he didn’t work here. And it hadn’t even crossed your mind that he would’ve stuck around long enough for him to ask you to follow him.

Speechless, he continues. “I have a home. And it has a guest bedroom with it’s own private bathroom, just like here. You would have all of your privacy, and we could switch your prenatal care to there, and you could come visit at work. All of my friends that I work with want to meet you so badly and-”

You put your fingers to his lips in an attempt to stop his rambling. You find his rambling completely adorable, but you already had your answer.


As Matthew’s eyes widen in surprise, he says, “Really? You’ll come with me?”

Scooting closer to him, you look him in the eye.

“You have been by my side ever since the night I came to your doorstep. You have taken me into your home, and into your life, just as if I had always been there. I am carrying your child. Where else would I go?”

Smiling, he gives you a huge hug. “Oh my god, Y/N, this is going to be incredible. I can show you around. We can have dinner dates. You can meet everyone I work with. You’re going to love it, I swear.”

And then he kisses you. Just like that, without any warning, or seductive stare, or face touch, or preparation. No romance, no expectation. Just a comfortable, warm, soft, gentle, lingering kiss.

And as he pulls back to look into your eyes, his hand cupping your cheek, you lose yourself to that comfortable, warm, soft, gentle pair of lips.

Pushing yourself towards his face, you crash your lips into his. And as his hand moves to the back of your head, his lips part to accept the warm vulnerability that is your tongue. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he pulls you to your knees as your tongues battle for control. Twisting and churning, you press your body into his, toppling him to the bed, the worries of the world drifting slowly into the horizon of your rearview mirror.

Having unleashed your lust upon his lips, you slowly pull back, opening your eyes. And, greeting you with a dazed look, is the flushed face of the father of your child.

And your core burned. It burned with passion. With desire. With lust. With excitation. And…what was that?

No, it couldn’t be.

As Matthew stares into your eyes, he reaches his finger up to push some loose hair back behind your ear.

“And a good morning to you, too,” he grins.

to-move-on-means-to-grow  asked:

Hi~ I have to say that I just discovered this gem of a blog a few days ago and I already love it and I'm checking it everyday *u* I was wondering if I can request a scenario (I just want to be sure) unless the ask box is closed for scenarios as well. If it's okay with you, I would like to ask for the Dry Series, but with RapMon (just as fluffy as the one with V and same stuff with his gf not being ready yet) Ok, I'm rambling too much :)) Good luck with the other requests and in real life too :D

*Warning: Explicit Content

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anonymous asked:

Hey <3 , Do you know any fics where Suga and/or Jimin are way too possessive over Jungkook ? I'd love it if It's a twisted relationship...Also anything with Bottom!Kookie getting a lot of love is welcomed, I'm in the mood to read something about Kookie being loved "hard"(If that makes any sence)...Ps: you are Amazing.

Hi there anon! I’d be glad to rec you some fics! This list is going to be quite a variety but I’ll give you a heads up on each one. I’ll separate them into Jikook, Taekook, and Sugakookie! And yes these are all bottom Jungkook. And thank you! You’re amazing and so sweet~

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ninjago episodes summed up
  • way of the ninja: the whole "have to save my sister" thing is getting kinda old but sensei wu is p chill
  • the golden weapon: there's three other guys??? sensei why not just train them all together
  • king of shadows: garmadon is creepy af damn wait a second sENSEI NO
  • weapons of destiny: sensei is back and is that a romantic subplot I smell
  • rise of the snakes: I thought garmadon was the villain also who the fuck fucked garmadon
  • home: if u don't stop making fun of zane I will get in there and slap u all
  • snakebit: in which jay's parents are everyone's parents at at least one point
  • never trust a snake: basically the title tbh + liking lloyd just a little bit
  • can of worms: pink zane
  • the snake king: so THAT'S who samurai x is
  • tick tock: ZANE
  • once bitten twice shy: it's finally canon and I weep
  • the royal blacksmiths: I'll have what cole's dad is having
  • the green ninja: star wars called it wants it father/son dynamic back
  • all of nothing: dammit pythor
  • the rise of the great devourer: DAMMIT PYTHOR
  • day of the great devourer: great garmadon has the weapons
  • darkness shall rise: we don't really talk about it
  • pirates vs ninja: dareth why
  • double trouble: ok but why did they just have clothes lying out on the bounty like that
  • ninjaball run: like mariokart except more fun
  • childs play: hOT DAMN LLOYD
  • wrong place wrong time: do the weapons still exist or???
  • the stone army: oh my god wu likes lloyd's mom im so done
  • the day ninjago stood still: the overlord is a piece of shit
  • the last voyage: ZANES DAD IS ALIVE
  • island of darkness: this is practically an anime at this point
  • the last hope: everything is going to shit
  • return of the overlord: nya can do spinjitzu that's all that matters anymore
  • rise of the spinjitzu master: garmadon looks so weird when he's not evil
  • the art of the silent fist: garmadon is a dilf and PIXAL NO
  • blackout: this love triangle is complete SHIT
  • the curse of the golden master: GOD DAMMIT PYTHOR
  • enter the digiverse: is this homestuck
  • codename arcturus: we're soaring flying there's not a star in heaven that we can't reach
  • the void: how do the golden weapons still exist tf
  • the titanium ninja: ZANE NO
  • the invitation: not another romantic subplot also zane better be alive
  • only one can remain: flashback episode for garmadon and chen please also zANE
  • versus: zane is having hallucinations this is a problem and yES NO MORE LOVE TRIANGLE
  • ninja roll: nya is kickass once again why isn't the series about her at this point
  • spy for a spy: skylor is the spy this is a nice change of pace I hope she stays evil
  • spellbound: "oh no no hope for anyone all of their powers will be gone unless if lloyd comes and chen is counting on it" I hate this trope
  • the forgotten element: I was hoping for a different element but honestly I'm just glad the gang is finally reunited yay
  • the day of the dragon: chen is a terrible father and snake garmadon is the funniest thing I've seen all day
  • the greatest fear of all: TINY PYTHOR
  • the corridor of elders: I'm so sick of the wu/misako/garmadon triangle wait garmadon what are you nO DO NOT GARMADON NO

@nagginggargoyle said: 20 bispearl <3

The prompt (from this list) is Bismuth/Pearl: breaking the rules. Oh, you know me all too well.

I currently have no fewer than 23 prompts, oops. Here’s a quick one to start with, after a nap and before bed - I almost managed to keep it under 1000 words. A whole lot of banter practice.

I think this is their idea of a date (I love them).

“Bismuth, hurry! Get in here!”

She did, without a moment’s hesitation. The insides of the ship were far, far less cramped than what the outside of it would suggest - Homeworld technology at its finest. Bismuth leaned against the pilot seat as she watched Pearl rush through the pre-flight preparations.

Always a sight, that. “This is what we’re here for? Stars, Pearl. Dragging me away from my work on the pretext of an “important mission” when I have Rose’s sword to finish… you’re a menace.”

“Oh dear, have I ever heard that one before,” Pearl retorted, so visibly proud and pleased with herself Bismuth could have swooned. “Besides, I’m sure Rose won’t mind my borrowing you for the day.”

“Pfff, I bet she won’t. She can’t bear to frown in your general direction for more than five seconds and you know it.”

“Yes, well, even if such a thing were true, it would be far beneath me to exploit it,” Pearl stated with all the seriousness in the world. “Besides, it was too an important mission. And you need to get out more! The swords can wait.”

Bismuth gaped at her. “Did I grab the wrong Gem by mistake when we fell down that old fuel chute? Who are you and what have you done to Pearl?”

“No, no, no, I don’t think you did! You are most certainly looking at the one and only terrifying renegade pearl, very emphatically not at your service.”

There was almost a wink in there somewhere, Bismuth would have sworn. “Ha! Good one. You’re a treasure, Pearl.”

Even after seeing it a thousand times, the blue blush remained one of the most endearing things Bismuth could think of. She offered Pearl an encouraging smile, and Pearl tossed a suddenly shy one right back. “I- I suppose. So, um… ready to make that daring escape?”

“With you? Always.”

The gaze Pearl shot her was filled with a number of things that were both intense and beautifully right. They’d been at this for centuries, the rebellious handful of them, and the easy, loving familiarity felt more like home than any planet in the universe.

The moment was thoroughly ruined by the comms indicator of the ship’s control panel lighting up and launching into a shrill series of bleeps. Pearl jumped, reached under the console, and both mercilessly and highly precisely yanked a handful of wires out.

The light died down immediately, but the sounds persisted, gradually coalescing into speech. “Dock 7A - we are detecting engine activity on your end and remind you that the station is currently in lockdown due to rebel interference. No takeoff is permitted without security override codes.”

“This is the pearl belonging to Spinel Facet-2F14L Cut-7XE,” Pearl intoned, slowly and demurely, the image of subservient politeness. “Endless apologies - we seem to be having some difficulties with the visual feed. I will fetch my mistress and she will supply the requested codes immediately.”

A rather bored “Acknowledged.” sounded from the speakers, then the signal returned to an idle static.

Bismuth let out a whistle. “Wow. You’re good at that.”

“I’m terrible, actually. But thank you! It does have its uses.”

“So,” Bismuth said, casually leaning against the back of the pilot seat, “what are the codes and how exactly do we send them?”

“Oh, I have absolutely no idea!”

Pearl’s gleeful expression seemed rather at odds with the situation they found themselves in. “What? Pearl, I thought- woah. Heads up: we’ve got company incoming.”

Shouts of They’re here! The rebels! After them! Stop that ship! grew ever louder, until a group of diopside guards was pushing to climb on board. Pearl’s hands flew over the controls faster than Bismuth could follow, and the small craft jumped, straining against its moorings. The walkway beneath them bucked and the diopsides fell over each other in a highly undignified heap, until all it took was an almost-gentle push from Bismuth to send them rolling to the other end of the dock.

“Whoops! I’m very sorry,” Pearl called back after them, detaching the moorings and manoeuvring out of the dock in a series of precise, practised motions, the very opposite of sorry written all over her grinning face. “The inertial dampeners seem to be weaker than I thought they’d be. Honest mistake. You know, you really should get someone actually qualified to pilot these things.”

The trip from the orbital shipyard to their base wasn’t long, even with all the doubling back and winding track-and-heat-signature-covering Pearl insisted was necessary. They didn’t even break the atmosphere that often (certainly, Bismuth knew, not often enough for Pearl’s tastes), but the view was still something to be experienced.

“Nice work out there today,” Bismuth interrupted the comfortable silence that had settled over the cockpit. The familiar sight of the hills surrounding their current base slowly filled the ship’s viewscreen.

“Thank you! You as well. No, but really - we do need more ships for the dropoffs we’re scheduling. This was crucial to our plans.”

“Right. I get you. A very tactical hijacking of direly needed resources and not at all in any sense even slightly a joyride.”

“You’ve absolutely got me,” Pearl nodded. “Should I drop you off at the forge?”

“Hmm,” the very thoughtful hum was punctuated by an arm thrown around Pearl’s shoulders and deliberately gentle fingers ruffling her hair. “You know, I think we still have time before we need to be back. Enough for a few more spins, right?”

She drew Pearl even closer, and the giggling interrupting the mock-outraged cries of Bismuth! I’m trying to pilot a ship here! turned absolutely contagious. A kiss or two or three to the forehead - only barely brushing the gem - did nothing at all to help, and Bismuth was glad.