if i could be anything else i would be a polar bear

The Element EVERYTHING in Your Story Needs

To all the writers who have ever felt lost, alone, and completely confused during the labyrinthine journey that is writing anything, and felt like screaming this at your story …

There’s hope.

There’s a light at the end of that darn tunnel. First, let me describe how I used to fight my way out of these periods of confusion and hopelessness. 

Usually, I would try to force myself to get back into the groove of the story. I would reread it, and be yelling at myself in my head, “Remember why you love it! LOVE your book again! Keep reading and FALL IN LOVE, damn it!” I’d go over descriptions, bits of dialogue, banter between the characters. I’d go over settings and imagery, and try to make myself remember how much they’d once excited me. I’d read things that had made me laugh when I typed them, sentences that I was particularly proud of, paragraphs that made me feel particularly clever. But the thing was, it didn’t work. 

I didn’t care.  

What was the problem? The problem was some of those descriptions, settings, images, and witty episodes of bantering had no Story Reason to be there. They were just there because they amused me. Just because I found the imagery beautiful. Just because I found a sentence or joke really clever and wanted to share my wit with the world. But the world didn’t care about my wit. Because the world (the people reading my book) knew subconsciously that there was no story to give that so-called witty sentence substance and meaning. I could create the most breath-taking images, I could make the most well-rounded living and breathing character, I could make a setting that you wanted to run away from home and live inside … and it didn’t matter. If the thing didn’t have a purpose for being there within the narrative, nobody cared. And I didn’t either. 

So what is a Story Reason? 

Everything in a story exists to support one of three things. 

1. The A-story: The surface plot, the quest of the main character to achieve a specific tangible goal. What the story is about on the surface. 

2. The B-Story: The love story, or relationship of the thing. Usually this relationship is instrumental in causing the third element, which is …  

3. The Character Arc. The theme of the story, the purpose, the piece of truth the story seeks to prove to the main character and the audience. 

If something in a story doesn’t contribute to the progress of these three, there’s no reason we should care about it. It has no point. Because in the end, all we care about is the story!

When it comes to scenes, story reason means continuity. It means the way the story unfolds logically. If every scene is there for a darn good reason, the scenes after and before will make total sense, they’ll connect seamlessly, a steady progression of events. Every scene’s turn triggers the next scene. 

And to do this, every scene must be able to be linked with three words: Because of that.

Because of the turn of one scene … 

The next scene happens. 

And because of the turn of that scene the next scene happens.

To illustrate how this works, let’s look at a small movie you might have heard about called Zootopia. (Thanks to @inked-withlove for the movie suggestion!)

So let’s start at this point, the turn of the scene with Clawhauser and Judy searching the file on Emmitt Otterton. 

Turn: “I have a lead." 

Because of that …

Judy has to get Nick to tell her what he knows about Otterton.

Turn: It all goes poorly, and now Nick and Judy are stuck together by an incriminating adorable carrot recorder. (The B Story, the relationship, has intertwined with the A Story.)


Because of that …

Nick takes Judy to the place he saw Otterton go, a place he thinks will cause her to give up. 

Turn: She doesn’t quit, she marches right in. (B Story: Nick sounds surprised, and a little impressed, that she didn’t back down.)

Because of that … 

She has to question a rude yoga-performing elephant. 

Turn: Though the elephant is absolutely no help, the seemingly addled yak is more than helpful – he even remembers the license plate number of the car Emmitt left in. 

Because of that …

Nick thinks his part in this endeavor is complete. But Judy remembers that she’s not in the system yet, and thus can’t run a plate. Nick, however, can. And he’s going to, or else. 

Turn: It just so happens that he has a pal at the DMV. 

Because of that …

Sloths. He takes her to a DMV run by sloths and wastes as much of her precious dwindling time as he can.

Turn: “It’s night?!”

Because of that …

Legitimate Enterprise Car Service (at least that’s what it’s called in the screenplay) is closed. Judy doesn’t have a warrant and Nick is enjoying her suffering tremendously. After a spat, she tosses the carrot over the fence instead of handing it to him.

Turn: Because she has now seen a shifty low-life climbing the fence, she has probable cause, and doesn’t need a warrant. She can go in. (B Story: Nick is looking at her with more respect.)

Because of that …

They find the car and begin investigating. The car is a crime scene; claw marks everywhere, the missing otter’s wallet … and a cocktail glass etched with a "B”.

Turn: And it all adds up for Nick. This car belongs to Mr Big, a notorious crime boss. And his polar bear henchman are right outside. They grab Judy and Nick and yank them off screen. 

Because of that  …

Judy and Nick are wedged between the bear henchman, on their way to face Mr Big. 

Turn: Nick sold him a very expensive rug that happened to be made from the fur of a skunk’s butt. Or in other words, Mr Big really doesn’t like Nick.

Because of that …

They wait fearfully for Mr Big to appear, and even when he’s revealed to be a tiny shrew, Nick still launches into obsequious and panicked mode. He tries talking his way out of it, but Mr Big really REALLY doesn’t like him. And when Judy shouts at him that she’s a cop and she has evidence on him –

Turn: “Ice ‘em.”

Because of that …

“No icing anyone at my wedding!” Fru Fru Shrew is not a happy camper. Father and daughter bicker about his promise of no murder on her wedding day, and the fact that “I have to, baby. Daddy has to.” Until – 

Turn: “She’s the bunny who saved my life yesterday. From that giant doughnut!” Well, Judy is now in Mr Big’s good books. He’s going to pay her kindness forward. Nick is floored. 

I’m gonna stop there.

SO! After going through that analysis of how the scenes are linked together, let’s abandon the “everything needs a story reason to be in there” rule, and see what happens. 

After the scene where Judy and Nick reluctantly join forces, we could add a scene where Nick is trying to remember the name of the place, and where it is. Then we could have them asking around, searching the city, refusing to ask for directions, lots of banter. THEN we can finally get to The Mystic Springs Oasis.

And after they get the plate number, maybe Nick grabs the carrot pen and makes a run for it. Then we can have a chase scene, but he gets away. Then we can have Judy trying to run the plate on her own, before realizing she isn’t in the system, and failing. Then we can have a scene where she has to track down Nick again. Then a scene where she figures out how to blackmail him into it. THEN they finally get to the DMV. 

And you know what would have happened then?

Zootopia would have made everyone bored. 

All of these inserted scenes are unnecessary. Sure, they might add conflict, add complications to Judy’s quest, but they’re ultimately just filler. They’re just there for the sake of bulking out the story. This is why that tip I hear so often in writing circles always perplexes me: “Figure out the worst possible thing that can happen to your character, then do that.” If people went with this rule, they’d just keep throwing terrible things at the characters for no apparent reason, one after another, and the reader or audience would be expected to be entertained by it (but wouldn’t be). It would be like cartoons before Mickey Mouse came along and applied story to animation: before, cartoons were just gag after gag, slapstick situations mashed together like a funny video compilation. Except with books and movies, it would just be conflict-heavy situations strung together, taking an inordinate amount of time to make any actual progress.  

Once you make sure everything has a purpose within the narrative, things get so much better.  And I find, when I reread my work I don’t have to scream at myself to “love your book or else” if everything has a reason for being there. And instead of feeling like yelling at my story like an angry overworked crab, I feel a lot more like this gif.

I hope it works for you too.

this was the first PS1 game box art I ever saw and was also my introduction to the speculative world of 3D gaming. up until this point I’d only played a few games on my game boy and some sega megadrive games, and i found everything about this bewildering.

when i was a kid i interpreted crash bandicoots design as being a devil for some reason, and i also thought he looked really horny. i didn’t really have a fully formed understanding of why people had sex because i was 8, but his facial expression and the fact that he’s shirtless just made him look like a pervert and a fiend to me. sonic was totally naked but if he only wore trousers and nothing else the lack of the rest of his clothes would be more apparent. i also remember the advertisements at the time saying you could cheat in this game (it might have been crash team racing actually) and i was really worried by how unwholesome the whole thing seemed.

my first ever video game was pokemon yellow, a game which opens up with you in your bedroom, and you’re able to go downstairs and talk to your mum, which is something i could do in real life too, but this presented an entirely new and unfamiliar experience that thoughroughly haunted me.

everything else about this box art was frightening to me because so many things are happening. tiny tiger at the back especially, who not knowing anything about him, i just assumed he was some kind of orange orc or ogre with a tank for a lower body, the position of his cannon only furthering the very rowdy atmosphere i was imaging this series to contain. cortex being knocked away by coco riding a polar bear, an event that seemed to have nothing to do with the tank vs pogo stick action taking centre stage here, made my young mind really overwhelmed by just the thought of 3d gaming, which took me about a year to actually get over.

at some point i played a crash team racing demo disk at a friends house, and i was very hesitant because of my very negative image of the series, but i ended up really enjoying it, and eventually got my own PS1 so i could play the full game and the rest of the crash bandicoot games, i had a weird fixation on the character “dingodile” for a few years which i don’t have any real explanation for.

Things Everyone Should Know About Min Yoongi

Or just reasons to love him. (From the POV of a Yoongi stan)

  • loves music
  • LYRICAL GENIUS
  • raps faster than the speed of light. hella control over his voice
  • plays the piano
  • amazing on stage; in his element
  • his mixtape saved hiphop. saved lives. saved the world goddamn Yoongi
  • AGUSTD - Intro: Dt sugA (ft. DJ Friz)                                                                        - AgustD                                                                                                      - give it to me                                                                                              -skit                                                                                                            -724148                                                                                                      -140503 at dawn                                                                                        -The Last                                                                                                    -Tony Montana (ft. Yankie)                                                                          -Interlude ; Dream, Reality                                                                          -so far away (ft. Suran) 
  • he produced the entire thing. it didn’t feel like individual tracks on an album. it felt very complete, in a way i’ve never seen before.
  • released this masterpiece to the world for free; on soundcloud, on a google drive, on mediafire, on spotify…
  • He had no problematic lyrics on his mixtape. He doesn’t imitate or glorify modern American hiphop. There are no meaningless lyrics, no misogyny, no materialism or racial slurs. Instead, he talks about himself and builds on that.
  • worked on his mixtape in between his schedule. sometimes while on the plane, sometimes while working on other music for BTS.
  • Has a polar bear protection bracelet. Really likes polar bears.
  • was the happiest person in the world when he met Kumamon it was all too adorable
  • Very socially aware. Wants to use his fame to shift people’s attention to global problems.
  • When he and Taehyung got sick and were rushed to the hospital, they ended up having to cancel the concert in Kobe. During his vacation time, he went to the stadium they were supposed to perform in by himself and wrote a post about it in the fancafe. He sat in the seats of the stadium and forced himself to imagine the fans’ emotions on the day that was supposed to be the concert. He wrote  a long apology. He felt so guilty it kept him awake every night since the incident. He didn’t know what else to do. He promised never to let the fans down again and to work harder. 
  • works from from 12 am - 6 am on music. even after a full day of training or concert preparation or filming. only to sleep for 2 or 3 hours or not at all to start the next day. sleeps whenever he gets the chance. gives the day’s events his full energy regardless. 
  • when BTS had to pack for their backpacking trip through Europe, he was the one that remembered to pack medicine and first aid supplies. he cleaned up before leaving the hotel room. helped cook. was in charge of their budget. 
  • wrote/composed/produced some of BTS’s best songs:                              -Tomorrow                                                                                                  -Nevermind                                                                                                -Intro (HYYH pt. 1)                                                                                      -Dead Leaves                                                                                            -Fun Boyz                                                                                                  -Just One Day                                                                                            -Let Me Know                                                                                              -Paldogangsan (with Hoseok & Namjoon)                                                  -Cypher pt 1, 2, & 3 (with Hoseok & Namjoon)
  • participates in the making of almost every BTS song
  • he looks gorgeous in every hair colour he’s literally so beautiful
  • once said he would sue Bighit if his hair started falling out lmao
  • his smile that shows his gums
  • laughs in 10 different ways
  • his voice sounds beautiful in Whalien52 aka one of my favourite songs
  • in the song “Move” he dedicated his section to his mom, who was sick after she gave birth to him
  • in “If I ruled the world” he dreams, if he could have anything, it would be to buy a house for his family
  • danced around his studio in the early hours of the morning when “Nevermind” was approved to be the intro of HYYH pt.2
  • really likes lamb skewers. Wants to open a lamb skewer restaurant with Jungkook
  • his only goal is to make music that gives people emotions (comfort). the root of his passion, goes back to when he started making music at the age of 13.
  • his dream was to perform at Olympic Gymnastics Arena. At the end of the concert, he looked for his parents and brother in the crowd. When he saw them, he smiled and got on the floor to do a deep bow, the kind where your forehead touches the ground. This is when he sobbed for the first time at a concert.
  • at fansigns, fans get to write them a question. “What’s more important? Face or body?” is asked a lot, not just to BTS but all Kpop groups. Yoongi is the only one that writes a third option, “Personality” and circles it and writes that it is the most important. He does this every time the question comes up.
  • When given the question, “What type of girl?” or “What type of style do you like in a girl?” He circles all of them.
  • his ideal type is someone who likes music and someone he can communicate with. there are never any other specifications.
  • when asked for the ideal weight in a girl, he writes a ridiculous number
  • when asked what age difference he would date, he wrote “81 years” lol
  • tells everyone to eat well and take care of themselves. loves his fans more than anything.
  • extremely open-minded person
  • when he and Namjoon were being disrespected by Bfree during an interview, he stayed calm and handled the situation well. Then proceeded to drAG THE HELL OUT OF HIM IN CYPHER PT. 2
  • the “S” in Suga stands for “Savage”
  • literally sarcastic all the time
  • “If we’re talking about regrets you should think of some of your past selcas” - to Jimin
  • relatable
  • king of “I meant to do that”
  • the time he and Hoseok reacted to a “Try not to laugh challenge” of their own members and Yoongi laughed so hard he choked
  • his existence is pretty much art in itself
  • the thing he does when his members are doing something embarrassing and he just curls up and covers his face
  • “Min Suga. Genius. Those two words should be enough. *shrugs*”
  • “I want to reincarnate and be a rock in my next lifetime”
  • “I’m Father Louis Williams Suga Adams the Third”
  • “I’m good at doing ugly stuff”
  • “I was destined to be taller, but there were some errors in my development.”
  • “I’d like to introduce you to my lover…this neckpillow"
  • “I’ve always wanted to nap in a different country”
  • on his first birthday after he debuted, he spent his own money to make small gifts for his fans and hand-wrote over 300 notes for the fans that were going to come to see him on his birthday. he spent a long time because he wanted to make each note different. at the event, he got embarrassed because “it’s not much but I hope you all like it”. he learned that instead of 300, 350 came and he made 50 more to send to them. 
  • the next year, he made packages again but this time with transportation cards so the fans could use them when they came to see them. hand-written letters again, signed polaroids and ordered special envelopes. 
  • gave Jimin his credit card to charge the passes with, and when Jimin jokingly said he’s going to spend his money on snacks, Yoongi unhesitatingly said “Okay”
  • he did something again this year, but just didn’t vlog about it.
  • took pictures of Jungkook at his graduation like he was a proud parent 
  • the time when he and Hoseok lost a game and didn’t get dinner. Jimin brought them a crab from their table, and Yoongi let Hoseok have it. “Seeing my dongsaeng eat makes me feel full." 
  • Bangtan love him. They say Yoongi takes care of them well, especially his dongsaengs. He’s the one that silently takes care of them all.
  • The time Yoongi took Jimin out to eat sushi, and while Jimin was tying his shoes, Yoongi paid and told him they could go. "Of course, I’m the hyung." 
  • says his members are his closest friends. says Bighit is like a family
  • when Hoseok was celebrating New Years alone in the dorms, Yoongi left his family and showed up with chicken just so Hoseok wouldn’t have to spend new years by himself
  • Maschine mk2 review what a nerd
  • that time he tried to install a music editing software and ranted for 10 years on the fancafe because technology is problematic 
  • that one time Yoongi got really passionate about coffee and said he needed 309 people to help him "catch” coffee
  • does reviews and gives insight on all of BTS’s albums
  • the time he sang his heart out with Hoseok for “I was able to eat well” and sounded terrible 
  • the time they had a high note challenge and Yoongi sang so “high” that no noise came out
  • so extra. all the time.
  • “the director said it would only take 5 minutes. It’s been exactly 4 minutes and 58 seconds" 
  • that time he had to introduce himself and pulled confetti out of his pocket and threw it over himself 
  • but also unamused
  • he is a paradox
  • “I want to go baaaaaaaack”
  • easily put in his place by Jin, his hyung. But also ignores all of his jokes.
  • cannot dance for his life (literally flailing in DOPE) but is a really good dancer (FIRE ????)
  • he just works hard
  • unhesitatingly kicked Jimin in the balls when he started dancing over his legs while he was trying to sleep. didn’t even wake up.
  • that time Taehyung was really nervous on stage and kept stuttering and messing up his words. the members laughed and poked fun at him, but Yoongi shushed them and the audience and told Taehyung to breathe and relax and start again. This time Taehyung didn’t stutter
  • literally a deadass person at the awards show until Namjoon was up next to perform and Yoongi couldn’t stop being hyped and looking for him
  • makes fun of his members all the time but always makes sure they’re comfortable
  • witty but never crude
  • says he’s not always the best at expressing himself verbally, but wants everyone to know he is always thankful
  • kindest, bravest, strongest person to ever grace this earth. blesses the lives of everyone he touches

There are certain things I didn’t include in there, because they are a part of his mixtape and I think that speaks for itself. 

To Min Yoongi, thank you. 

haikyuu!! fic rec

i’ve been consuming unreasonable amounts of hq!! fic these past few months… here’s a rec list of ~70 fics for 16 ships. 

(edit: if the links aren’t working, right-click to open the fic in a new tab. sorry;;)

❤ = favorite

❤ ❤ ❤ = god-tier 

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Bokuto/Akaashi (otp: my head, his heart)

the better boyfriend battle by norio (M)  ❤

Summary:  It’s two days after their first date anniversary, so Bokuto ruins Akaashi’s life.

i put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight by carafin (G)  ❤

Summary:  In which Bokuto Kotarou is woefully inept at conveying his feelings, and Akaashi Keiji has a sort-of superpower. Sort of.

Karma by dgalerab (T)

Summary: Akaashi pulls a muscle and Bokuto offers to help him with yoga. Akaashi knows a bad idea when he sees it, and he really only agrees because he’s suddenly acquired a deeply rooted desire to see Bokuto do yoga.For multiple reasons.

Maybe We’re Airborne, Baby by sterlinglee (T)

Summary: Realizing he’s got it bad for his setter is the easy part. Getting his feelings across might be the hardest thing Bokuto’s ever done, not counting his literature final or putting out the flames on that birthday cake he tried to bake for Akaashi last year, or—or a lot of things, actually.But the point still stands. Reaching out to Akaashi is a leap in the dark, and he wants it more than he’s ever wanted anything (especially the smoking remains of a cake he baked before he really understood his feelings, but knew that it’s what you attempt with your own two hands that matters).

snowflakes by arsenicjay (T)

Summary: Bokuto is a simple wizard with simple needs; a nice date, a little romance, and he’s all good to go.Or, Akaashi and Bokuto spend a day in Hogsmeade just before Christmas.

stating the obvious by ThinkingCAPSLOCK (G)

Summary:  There’s a lot of things Bokuto isn’t sure about now that he’s in university. His program, his new team, his future. There’s only one thing he’s absolutely sure of. He is not dating Akaashi Keiji. Not even a little bit.

Year-Round Love by masi (G)

Summary:  In his first year of university, Bokuto realizes that he really adores Akaashi.

Rest of the rec list under the cut!

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Pride Month Prompts 2/30: Rainbow

Fandom: Be More Chill

Relationship: Boyf riends

Notes:

Basically a #forthepatch fic as well as something extra to go along with it! I tried to make it longer and it’s kinda late cuz I got lazy in the end. But I hope you enjoy it!

When Hot Topic arrived at the mall back when they were in middle school, Jeremy and Michael had finally found a reason to go to the mall. There was anime, Pokémon, music, it was like a paradise for them. Even more so to Michael.

They could spend hours looking at the new stuff, looking at clearance stuff. It used to be a normal thing for them to be there every Saturday. Michael would spend all of his allowance there.

Jeremy was just looking through and found himself looking at some of the patches they had. Jeremy himself wasn’t a patch person, but he did find a lot of designs really cool. He then pulled out a patch that was a simple rectangle but had each color of the rainbow.

Jeremy immediately thought back to a couple of weeks ago where Michael had came out to him. He was nervous, but Jeremy told him that it was okay. Jeremy was glad that Michael told him this. He then got an idea.

“Michael!” He called. The store was small enough so that Jeremy knew that Michael could hear them despite the loud music that was playing in the store.

“Yeah?!” He heard, he then started walking in the direction he heard his best friend. He found him near the jackets and sweaters area. Michael then turned to Jeremy.

“Hey! Dude, check this out.” He then pulled off what seemed to be a big red hoodie. It looked extremely large, especially for someone of Michael’s size.

“So, it LOOKS like a normal hoodie right?” Jeremy nodded, but then Michael turned it around to reveal a familiar picture on the back.

“Is that…?” Jeremy started to ask.

“Unknown Pleasures by Joy Division? You bet it is!” Jeremy knew that Michael loved that album. It was something Michael could listen to non-stop. “But that isn’t even the best part!”

Michael then took off the hoodie from the hanger and put it on. It was absolutely huge on him. But he then turned around and put on the hood to reveal a polar bear.

“That’s awesome Michael! But do they have it in a smaller size? You look like you are going to be swallowed by the polar bear.” Jeremy laughed. Michael poured, Jeremy stood quite a bit taller than Michael. Taller then most kids really.

“No, this is the only one left. I’ll just grow into it.” Michael said.

“If you can grow and bigger.” Jeremy teased,

“ Shut up.” Michael muttered giving Jeremy a light punch to the arm. Jeremy then remembered the patch in his hand.

“You know what else would look good with it?” Jeremy asked.

“What?” Michael asked confused.

Jeremy then showed the patch, Michael’s eyes widened as blush quickly came to his face. But stared at the patch in wonder. But then Michael shrunk back as he started fiddling with his fingers.

“A-a pride patch?” Michael asked.

“Yeah! I mean, now that you’re out and everything y'know.” Jeremy said.

“Well, thats kinda like, announcing to the world. I-I don’t-”

“Michael.” Jeremy put a hand on his shoulder. And looked at him in the eyes, “You shouldn’t be ashamed of who you are, in fact, you should be happy! You know who you are. And the world can’t give a damn.”

Jeremy then held the badge to Michael’s other shoulder. Holding it there. He then looked again at Michael.

“It looks pretty natural to be there right?” Jeremy asked.

Michael laughed, “it sure does. How much is it?”

“8.50”

“Damn it, I don’t have enough money for the jacket and the patch.” Michael said.

“I got it.” Jeremy said.

“What?! No way dude.” Michael said.

“Yeah! C'mon.” Jeremy then led them to the line to check out. Michael took off the hoodie so he can pay for it.

“Jer, I don’t feel right with you paying for that.” Michael said.

“Think of it as a ‘thanks’.” Jeremy said.

“Thanks? What do you have to thank me for?” Michael asked with a grin.

“For… I don’t know… being comfortable about coming out to me.” Jeremy said.

Michael’s smile then turned brighter then the sun, “Of course, I wasn’t just NOT going to tell my player 2! Jer, I would tell you anything.” Michael said as he walked up to the cashier.

Jeremy smiled at his words and watched as Michael payed for the jacket. As soon as he was done, he placed the patch down and reached for his wallet. But as he looked up at the cashier, he saw a look of disgust.

Jeremy flinched at the sight he felt his cheeks turn red. But pulled out the money and paid anyway. When the cashier gave him the bag, Jeremy knew that cashier was avoiding any physical contact. As he walked away and approached Michael he could still feel the glare on his back.

Michael looked shocked, then looked to the ground in guilt. Jeremy then knew that he had seen what happened. Jeremy then put his bag down and wrapped his arms around Michael.

“I’m sorry you had to do that. You didn’t deserve it.” Michael muttered to his shoulder.

“No, I’m glad it was me instead of you.” Jeremy said. He knew that Michael would face a lot of hardships and judgement with the way he was. But Jeremy promised himself that he was going to be there for him.

The hug ended shortly afterwards and Michael wiped a few tears from his face. Jeremy picked up the bag and handed it to Michael, which Michael hesitated before taking.

“Hey, don’t worry. You can wait as long as you need before wearing it. Just know I will never judge you for who you are.” Jeremy said. Michael smiled at him, causing Jeremy to slightly blush before smile back.

The next day at school Michael wore that hoodie and dawned that patch. His walk had never been so confident.

-

The memory was a precious one at that. And Jeremy couldn’t help but look back on and smile. Michael had many patches on the sweater now, and some others were also from Jeremy but the rainbow on his shoulder still shined the best.

When Jeremy decided to come out to Michael years later he then knew why Michael was nervous.

It’s not like Jeremy thought Michael would judge him or be mad it at the time. It would be the first time he said out loud that he was bi. And it kinda scared him. But luckily when he did, Michael was super supportive in every way.

“Dude!” Jeremy said when he opened up the door to his boyfriend that morning. Senior year was starting soon and they needed to spend every waking moment they had hanging out before their freedom. But when Jeremy open the door he presented to Michael his new sweater. His new Thespian Presidency sweater.

“Dude!” Michael said back. Dawning his own new sweater.

Jeremy didn’t know how, but he was chosen to be Vice President of the Thespian Society. Which was… insane to him. Michael had actually been chosen as Senior Techie as well. Both getting handmade jackets with their school colors, names, and positions listed.

Jeremy knew very well that Michael wouldn’t wear the jacket often. The hoodie from all those years ago held a special place in Michael’s heart. But Jeremy knew Michael would wear it for official stuff, and he was glad because Michael looked really good in the jacket.

Really good.

Jeremy let Michael inside the house which Michael gladly did, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he passed by. Jeremy blushed and they went down the stairs to their normal set up.

“So, what are we gonna do first?” Jeremy asked, taking his place on the bean bag.

“I don’t know.” Michael said with a shrug. He kept standing, hands inside the pocket and if you looked closely enough, you could see Michael was fiddling with something.

“What’s up? Is something wrong?” Jeremy asked.

“N-no! I just… I have something for you.” Michael said nervously.

“Okayyyy… what is it?” Jeremy asked.

“You kinda need to stand up.” Michael said.

“I swear Michael if you are gonna prank me-”

“I’m not! I promise.” Michael said, “I wouldn’t prank my favworite person.” He put on a pout and a cutesy voice for the last part.

“Your track record shows differently.” Jeremy sighed as he got up from the beanbag.

“Shut up. Now, close your eyes, I’ll get embarrassed if you are watching me.” Michael said.

Jeremy had a slight bad feeling, but ignored it as he closed his eyes. He then felt Michael moving his jacket a bit. There was a bit of struggle and nervousness but then Michael stopped.

“Alright. You are golden.” Michael said.

Jeremy opened his eyes and looked to see what Michael had done. His eyes widened to see a pin on the jacket, it was shaped with a heart with two lines in the middle and different colors filled up each one to represent the bi-sexual flag.

He looked up at Michael, “Just like old times right?” Michael said, the pulling out of his pocket a similar pin, but instead it represented the homo-sexual flag.

Jeremy laughed as he took the pin and connected it to Michael’s jacket that he was sure would be filled with other pins sooner or later. He kept his hand there as he then pulled Micheal into a passionate kiss.

It was meant to be brief, but with boys like them. They didn’t officially end the kiss until 10 minutes later with now Michael on a bean bag and Jeremy being on his lap.

They laughed and after calming down Michael gave Jeremy a heart-felt gaze.

“I’m pretty sure…” Michael said as they intertwined their hands “that was the day I fell in love with you.”

Anyone who looked at Michael from 8th grade on-wards knew who he was. Because of the rainbow patch on his shoulder on the jacket he wore everyday.

Now everyone would know who Jeremy was. Because of the pin on his jacket that he wore everyday.

And everyone knew that Jeremy and Michael loved each other because whenever you saw them in their patch or pins. They would be together.

When You Smile At Me You Know Exactly What You Do

Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell

Words: 4.295

Summary: “I don’t think I have the stamina for “all the time” but I’m glad you’re optimistic about our sex life.”

(Jeremy and Michael go to the county fair)

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Meihem Movie Night (They Watch Mad Max)

“Movie night! Movie night! Oi, Roadie! Where the hell are the clean sheets! I know you said we had some!” Junkrat called, his voice muffled from where he was buried halfway inside a half-broken wardrobe. Both arms moved rapidly in an almost digging motion, throwing out bomb casings, spare traps, scrap metal bits, and other garbage into a growing pile on the floor behind him. A few moments later, and he emerged holding an armful of white cloth that was streaked with black and gray. “You said you were gonna clean them! These ain’t clean!”

The gargantuan junker didn’t look up from his book on the other side of the room, sitting on his special-made bench that was still starting to sag in the middle from the sheer weight of him. He had discarded his usual armor, and wore nothing but a pair of Pachimari! Say Hello! print pajama pants and some slippers that might have been white at some point in distant history. “They don’t stay clean if you put dirty things on top of them.”

“She can’t sleep on these!” Junkrat snapped, unfurling them and inspecting the grease and soot as though it suddenly bothered him, even as his own fingers left dirty prints on what remained of the white cloth. “I’ll go get some clean ones, love. They think I can’t get into that supply closet down the hall, but I know h-”

Mei held up both hands quickly. “It’s fine, honestly. I brought a clean blanket just in case, I can sleep on top of it.” She held up one of her many cozy flannel comforters, this one a dark blue print that she knew would be the easiest one to clean after withstanding a night in bed with Junkrat. Even after showering, the man just attracted grime to the point where she honestly thought of studying him as a scientific anomaly. Her own sheets had testified to that many times over now. “This will be just fine.”

“Sleepin’ on top of it? What if you get cold?” Junkrat looked unsure, scratching at the back of his singed scalp.

“Well…You’ll keep me warm, won’t you?”

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yoshimon1  asked:

You want an adoption prompt? Alright... Adoption prompt: Mr. Big (or maybe Koslov) literally made young Nick part of the family.

-LOUD HAPPY SCREAMING- This is legit something I have wanted to write since I like first saw Zootopia.  It’s like a headcanon I have, and now I get to share!

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Sunday breakfast at Orso’s was a Big family tradition.

Right after morning mass.  Way before the restaurant actually opened for the public.  The Bigs were there, enjoying whatever the genius chief, Anatoli had made specially for them.  Celebrating life and whatever victories and stories were thrown out.  Business was the furthest thing form their minds.

Mr. Big was not about to have that ruined.

Especially by some shinny fox a bus boy discovered while shoveling so snow in the front of the stop. 

Sighing, he glanced up at the fox, as one of lieutenants theorizes it to be the act of the Lupi Grigi on their terf.  The thing was barely even alive.  They were curled up on themselves, tightly for every bit of warmth.  They had weak labored breaths as they shook ever so slightly.  He could seen the wounds on their back, the tears of claws in their shirts, and the red that had pulled around them.

Mr. Big frowned at the dark red discoloring the lovely snow, snow his daughter and been pleading to play in.  Now it’s all ruined.  Just like his breakfast.

“Move ‘em else where,”  Mr. Big instructed.

That was his plan.  Move the fox somewhere else to die.  Somewhere else, were it honestly won’t matter to Big if someone found them dead or alive.  Clean up the blood and carry on like it was any other Sunday.  It was a good plan, a smart plan.  Guarenteed to keep the police away from his business.

Or that was the plan, till the door opened, and his Grandmama walked out.

She saw the body before anyone and even really do anything.  Gasping sharply at the sight.  “La povera volpe” she uttered.

“Grandmama,” Big started instistantly as he moved to stop the old shrew from advancing more.  “Go back inside with the others.”

However his grandmother simply moved around.  Carefully walking around the red snow.  She lightly laid her paw on the fox’s snout once she reached it.  The fox didn’t even budge.

“You’re must help him, il mio bambino,” Grandmama returned levelly.

“There is nothing I can do,” Big returned.  The fox should be dead.  Temperatures were at record lows the previous night, and the blood loss alone.  There was no doubt in his mind the fox was going to die, nothing he could do.  “They’re going to die.  It’s out of my paws.”

His grandmother looked down sadly at the fox.  Gently running her paws over the fur of his snout.  “Don’t let them die on the street.”  She said suddenly.  “Alone and forgotten.  Spare them that.”

Big opened his mouth to compromise at at least dumping the fox off at hospital.  However he could already see the look in his grandmother’s eyes.  The old shrew had already settled on taking the fox in his last few moments of life.  And she was going to eventually convince him into agreeing with him.  There was nothing left put to agree.

“Take the fox to my home and see that they are tended too.”  Big commanded, snapping his fingers at two of his polar bear guards.

“I don’t think he’ll make it past dinner time.”  The Doc declared as he packed his things into his bag.  The wolverine leaned in closer to Big before whispering, “He’ll won’t last till lunch.”

Big nod, the Doc’s conclusion doesn’t surprise him, even after the fox’s wounds were treated. 

He watched his grandmother carefully watch over the fox from her chair on the night stand.  He hoped for her sake it was fast.

The fox survives the night, by some miracle.  The morning he had a fever.  A high fever.  One that had him whimpering in pain and trapped in whatever dreamworld occupied his mind. 

He pulled some of his stitched when he suddenly sat bolt upright, only to collapse right back down.

Doc returned to tend to him. Stitched the fox right back up, treated an infection, and told Big, the fox wouldn’t make it past Tuesday morning if he was lucky.

Grandmama hummed soft lullabies every time the young fox whimpered.

The fox is very lucky.

Kevin dropped the young fox in front of Big’s desk. 

The fox kind of pathetically flops to the floor.  Long wiry limbs and weakness from illness and injury do not mix well.  He scrambles to his feet as quickly as he can, hurriedly glancing around the room.  Patting at his shirt and doing his best to appear as small and weak as possible. 

Which wasn’t too difficult for at the moment.

Big stared down at the fox.  He had gotten better over the last few days.  Bounds and bounds better.  Granted the red fox still looked like death slightly warmed over.  He was sitting up and talking with Grandmama and eating every damn piece of food anyone put in front of him.

“What’s your name?”  Big asked after a moment

“Ugh…Nick…”  He answered slowly. 

Green eyes shifting to every polar bear in the room.  It’s quiet clear he was more afraid of them than Big at the moment, which was fine.  It would shift eventually when he realized the towing white bears listen to the tiny little shrew.

Big hummed down at the fox.  The fox glanced at him for a moment, and the shrew jestured for him to continue.

“Wilde…”The fox, Nick continued, “Nicholas Wilde.”

“How old are you, Wilde?”  Big asked with some curiosity.  He knew the fox was young, still in his teens.  Still to lengthy and awkward in the limbs to be anything older than 20.

“Fifteen,”  Nick answered.

The number surprises Big a little.  Just a little.  Enough to wonder if the fox even had a family, or a place to go. 

“What happened to you?”  The shrew asked with a wave of his hand.

“I got attacked…”  The fox answered like it was the obvious.  “By some wolves.  No real reason for it, they willingly handed me their money an hour prior.”  Nick shifts slightly in his spot, as some of the bears mutter whispers of Lupi Grici and loopholes.  “I really showed them…”

Big leaned back in his chair with an impressed snort.

“Uh…sir?”  The fox spoke up, raising a paw slightly like he had a question in class.  “I’m thankful for the care and hospitality you’re…” Nick pauses, shifting to look at the polar bears again before looking back at Mr. Big.  “Family.  But, if I may ask.  Why am I here?”

“Because you’re a fighter, Mr. Wilde.”  Big stated.

Wilde is ambitious and smart. 

He reorganizes a failing business venture over night.  Gets two bookies to confess to actually stealing form Big, and gets them to cut their “commissions.”  He even sniffed out an under cover police officer before the bear even said a word to him.

Before Big new it the fox hand wiggled his way into his organization and family.  He sat next to Grandmama every Sunday breakfast, and Fru Fru just adores him, milking every minute she spent with him.  And became one of Koslov’s go to for making issues and problems disappear quietly.

The fox was just the right about of charms, wits, and need to please they he fits right into the folds.

He blended right in.

The fox is ambitious, young, and stupid.

Burned his bridges and ran when sold Big that butt rug.

The arctic shrew should hunt him down and ice him.  Or something worse.  But he doesn’t.

Bambini, che rompono il tuo cuore.“ Grandmama tells him softly as he ranted to her.

The next time he saw Nicholas Wilde, the fox was with a rabbit, a police bunny rabbit. 

A police rabbit that saved his daughter…so mute point.

Big acted mad, but he had long since forgiven the fox.

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AN: Yes, this has been something I have been wanting to do forever.  It’s been a headcanon that Mr. Big found a young Nick injured and it was his Grandmama who insisted they take the poor fox in.  Grandmama nursed Nick back to help and he became part of Big’s organization.

All the Italian is from Google Translate, so yeah, sorry if it’s bad I know nothing.

The Bodyguard ch. 6

Newest installment of The Bodyguard written by @alittlemissfit and yours truly!! 

If you haven’t read the others here they are:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5

Enjoy!!! 


“What’s the password?” The disembodied voice asks over a speaker as Mulder rolls his eyes.

“I’m not saying it, Frohike. Just let me in,” he sighs, rubbing a hand down his face.

“I can’t let you in til you say the password.”

“I know you’ve got video surveillance. You know it’s me! Just let me in!”

“Video cameras can be tricked and shapeshifters are a documented phenomena. So I’ll say it again. Password?!”

Rolling his eyes, Mulder groans. Looks straight up into the camera.

“Riding the 5-legged pony,” he says flatly. Shakes his head at the laughter he hears over the intercom as he’s buzzed in.

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anonymous asked:

Thanks for being kind to my wallet man. Anyways, I'm sorry if I offended you in anyway by saying "you Ichirukis". I just came by your blog and you seem to be a pretty knowledgeable dude and thus I asked you a question. Hostile little shit? Really? I'm being called a godamn hopeless imbecile here. Maybe you've just read my msg in a different tone as there is an absence of non-verbal communication here. I didn't say anything about you owing me shit man, you just interpreted that way.

And when you are referring to normal people, there tends to be cross cultural differences sometimes. So whatever you consider as being a normal person might not be the same for somebody else. In your terms I sound and act like a hostile IH so I’m not considered a normal person right? I wasn’t paying too much attention to the Bleach media from start to finish so I don’t know all the nitty gritty details such as sales and such. But yeah you’re right. If you don’t want explain you don’t have to.

Oh my god, an apology. Well, now I’ve seen everything.

Alright, look. I’m having a bit of an experience at the moment, perhaps most accurately summarized by Jules from Pulp Fiction going “The truth is…you’re the weak, and I am the tyranny of evil men. But I’m trying, Ringo. I’m trying real hard to be the shepherd.” So I’m going to accept your apology, and take it for granted that you didn’t mean to come across nearly as condescendingly as you did. 

Given that, I too will apologize for my behavior. When I see aggression, I get aggressive. It’s just habit. Trigger-happy IFF. So, I’m sorry for insulting you with gratuitous ad hominem. Let me advise that you consider your tone more carefully in the future.

With that said, let me attempt to answer your original question sincerely in a compact fashion without writing a goddamn thesis, because I still don’t want to put in the time to do that. Bleach had exactly three things going for it:

  1. The uniqueness of the IchiRuki relationship and their individual characters. Ichigo and Rukia are unique because they are somewhere between being deuteragonists and Rukia being a supporting protagonist. I would say that she is a “hidden deuteragonist,” in that her influence is constantly felt, even when she isn’t present. Ichigo is not a normal shounen protagonist, like Gintoki, Luffy, Naruto, Goku, or Kenshiro. He doesn’t have a vision or a goal, and he’s a terrible tsundere. Rukia, however, does. Rukia sets Ichigo on his way and enables him to do what he does, and she repeatedly keeps him in check when he flounders. She is what enables him to function. He is what enables her to influence things. They are two parts of a whole, and neither is operational or very effective without the other. This “split soul” phenomenon is unique to them, was a hallmark of the early manga, and echoed on throughout. Although its promise was by no means always lived up to, it was there, and it’s a major part of why IR is a thing.
  2. Character design in general. I’ll give Kubo this: he’s usually good at fashion and drafting relatively memorable characters. (Even if he starts to recycle faces after awhile; it’s not like Dragon Ball/Z/GT/etc., One Piece, and so on don’t.) They tend to have unique designs, if not wholly unique or fleshed out personalities. He’s very good at creating the illusion of depth using them. Over the run of the series, pretty much everyone was able to find a character they liked, if not several.
  3. Mystery. A lot of the shit that happens in Bleach is unexplained, or was kicked down the road for as long as possible before being explained. A lot of it was never explained, stuff like “What was Yoruichi’s bankai? / What was her zanpakutou? / Why can she turn into a cat?” “Who were the other two Great Noble Houses?” “What was the deal with the Soul King?” “How did Soul Society really get started?” “What was up with Komamura?” “What was up with Don Kanonji?” “What was up with Ururu and Jinta?” The list goes on and on. Mystery is alluring, as the writers of Lost quickly figured out.

You will notice what I didn’t mention: fighting, worldbuilding, and plot. So let’s go over those quickly.

  • Fighting: Bleach’s fights suck. Someone dramatically teleports behind someone else leading to a shocked expression. Someone slices someone else’s arm off. Whoever reveals how their powers work first loses. Everybody gets new, “hiddener, worser” powers. It wasn’t so bad through the Soul Society arc because it was still fresh, but the more power-creep set in, the worse it got. Bleach doesn’t use powers in interesting ways like One Piece or JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. It doesn’t handle a constant ramping up of the stakes as well as Dragon Ball/etc. It doesn’t have the technical interest of Naruto. It’s extremely boring and repetitive. As a battle manga, it’s shit.
  • Worldbuilding: Bleach’s worldbuilding is a shadow puppet show. It’s literally Plato’s Allegory of the Cave: the illusion of depth and meaning which you only process as such because nothing calls it into question. This isn’t to say Kubo didn’t plan some things (I would say that the theological essence of Soul Society and its cycle of reincarnation makes more sense than most organized religions, since it answers a lot of basic questions like “Where do new souls come from?”) but there were many things he simply couldn’t be bothered with.
  • Plot: It’s rather apparent, and has been for a number of years, that Kubo reshuffled the plot on the way to the conclusion of the Soul Society arc. That said, the plot was still good up until then. The Arrancar arc was serviceable, Hueco Mundo was bad, and things went downhill from there. The reappearance of the Quincy in Thousand-Year Blood War was a massive retcon and plot hole that makes no real sense.

Now here’s the thing. The Mystery aspect of Bleach was bound up in the Plot and Worldbuilding. The more the latter two fell apart, the more the former became threadbare and could be clearly seen as an effort to string readers along. So much of Bleach’s “promise” turned out to be a polar bear on a tropical island.

The Character design also became wrapped up in Worldbuilding and Fighting, as characters often had no other means to advance, grow, or define themselves, and were relegated to bit parts other than to turn up every two years in some insignificant tussle. The continuing cast bloat only made this worse, as did the dramatically skewed nature of fan favorites.

What didn’t change was IchiRuki. I would argue it didn’t advance as it should have, and rather more objectively, every effort was made to push them into the background in favor of the other five elements, but they were at least consistent throughout, which is why so many people looked forward to their interactions, no matter how fleeting. It was solid all the way up until the final 5 or so chapters, once Kubo had clearly decided to implement his subversive “ending” (what with Tsukishima taking Rukia’s primary role, and so on).

Anybody who wasn’t around for that reason was holding onto vain hope about the Mystery, because of sunk cost fallacy, or were just trying to support their favorite characters or other ships. That’s the god’s honest truth. Bleach’s numbers started to tank after Soul Society and were abysmal by the time of Lost Substitute Shinigami. The sudden end of Bleach was Shueisha finally pulling the plug and disconnecting life support.

Now, you can say that nothing I’ve said here is proof, and that would be true, this is all summary. The proof is out there though (although I cannot be bothered to assemble it all for you), and I think any honest reader would admit the truth of my analysis even without it.

tl;dr IchiRuki is the only consistent positive of Bleach, which is otherwise a subpar fashion manga which never deserved to be counted among the big three on any other merits.

You’re Safe

Prompt from anon: doing the prompt-thing? If so, I’d like to request 2, 18, 86 and 94 for Jughead. Thanks!

2 - “Hey, hey, calm down. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
18 - “What’s the matter, sweetie?”
86 - “Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”
94 - “I had a bad dream again.”

A/N: You guys are going to love this if you like emotional. I also changed “they” from the first one into “he”. Hope that’s okay :)

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Characters: Jughead Jones, Reggie Mantle (a/n: sorry not sorry)

Warnings: Emotionally and physically abusive ex-boyfriend; talking about it; swearing; forcefully making out; mentions of sex

if you’re in a bad situation, know that I love you and you can always talk to me <3

Italics are either a flashback or a dream.

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Originally posted by jughexd-jones


You woke up in the middle of study hall from taking a nap with a jolt. You scanned the area to make sure nobody noticed and it looked like nobody did. It was always the same memory, the same night just replaying in your head.

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heart on your sleeve

Merry Christmas Eve and Happy Holidays! This was written as a @swawesomesanta gift for @luckiedee​ who asked for some fluffy zimbits, with a trope or two thrown in. I’ve wanted to do a good Soulmates AU forever, so I hope you like it!! <3 Thanks to @lydia-st-james for mucho story support and beta services. Any wonky tense shifts are mine and I’m eternally sorry.

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heart on your sleeve


Bitty had never met someone with a soulmark before he came to Samwell. Or maybe he had, but just didn’t know it. Once, in a furtive Google session, he’d discovered that there was a single registered soulmark artist in Georgia, based out of Atlanta, but in his junior year of high school, long before he was able to put his plan of sneaking off to go see her in motion, soulmark application was outlawed by the state legislature and that put an end to it.

He saw his first soulmark in the locker room at Faber, a few days into his first semester at Samwell, which seemed like a good omen if Bitty were the type to believe in omens. (He was, although he would never tell his Mama.) It was on the back of Justin - Bro, call me Ransom - Oluransi’s neck and was a strange mess of lines and ink that meant it hadn’t settled yet. Bitty wondered if it was new. He snuck glances at it when he was sure it was safe and no one seemed to catch him, but he didn’t make a habit of it. He knew the danger of looking too long in the locker room.

Bitty never brought it up himself, but whenever the topic was mentioned, he would always scoot his chair a little closer as the upperclassmen talked about the soulmarks. Ransom wasn’t the only one with a soulmark, as it turned out. The senior goalie Johnson had one as well and what’s more, it was settled. It was a polar bear, splashed with blue and purple and bright on his thigh. Bitty nearly fainted with excitement the first time he met Johnson’s girlfriend after a game and the same bear poked out from her shoulder under a tank top.

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anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic where... Sabo saves Luffy and ace just like in that drawing Oda did lately! I know you don't write that much op anymore but it worldwide be *awesome* to read that in your style <3

i’m happy to give it a try! ♡

x

Luffy wakes up quickly after surgery – whole hours before he was supposed to, to his medical personnel’s immediate dismay – and doesn’t waste any time escaping his room and running amok the Heart Pirates’ ship.

“He’s tearing the place apart,” the polar bear says pleasantly as it checks Ace’s stitches for the third time. “He must be feeling better.”

Ace looks as though he might drown in his relief. Sabo buries his face in his hands, feeling exactly the same way.

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orenjineki  asked:

How would the Face family react to their crush suddenly sitting under their tree, with a red bow on their head, saying "Merry Christmas" with a big smile?

I had an appointment for Christmas and I was 30,000 years late.

(Despite being so flipping late though, I didn’t want this to just be sitting here for the rest of the year until the next Christmas - so, late Christmas thingie! I hope you and everyone else enjoys this, even if I took some liberties with one or two of the 2p! F.A.C.E family.)

Each snowflake melted as it batted into the thick walls of the apartment, but still they came, like an invading army.

Ten stories down below, everything was black and white. Only the tallest buildings were visible now, the rest was covered by the blanketing snow. Not that there was much to see before the storm, merely the unassuming roads that would be covered by multiple colors and sizes of vehicles alongside the calm gait of civilians passing through traffic, old and new walls of city buildings towering and almost blinking out the sun, a city that never seemed to sleep.

Now the traffic was slower, snowmobile tractors giving way of the snow towards the sidewalks where people dressed heavily in coats and scarves fought to stay warm, hair blowing against the howling winds. This is what he saw from the otherside of the murky glass window, the thick curtains threatening to fall from their hook and hide away the un-fantastic view of city life and all its sounds.

December.

Winter.

The time for cheer and festivity.

It churned his little black heart something nasty. That or it might have been the Italian take out from last weekend finally coming back to haunt him.

It wasn’t that he hated December. Winter. Holiday cheer.

Franqúis just preferred the quiet, unassuming warm apartment.

(If that included piles of blankets and hot coffee while peering into the dark void of listless television entertainment, well, then he was just practical. Not a cheerless grump. Shut your mouth.)

Less even that there were brightly red tinsels and jangles and lights scattered all over the living room, ornaments hanging from his hands and hair pulled back by a mistletoe scrunchy (lord even knows how you had gotten that, but he was damn sure it had something to do with a baker and pink. Lots of pink); you happily fluttering about the bushy awkward tree he had kicked down that morning.

“Fran! Look!”

He turned away from the window to find you sitting in an empty box, bright eyes glittering underneath the Christmas lights – and the most ridiculous bow stuck in your hair.

“Merry Christmas!”

There was a moment of silence.

“Blast this Christmas music. It’s joyful and triumphant.”

“Franqúis!”

¤ Ω ¤

“Tomorrow’s Christmas! It’s practically here!”

No it wasn’t. But he insisted, despite the fact it was still October and barely even midnight, that he had a duty to throw Christmas cheer all over every space he touched. Like a fairy. A weird, cheerfully pink, determined fairy that smelt of gingerbread and cookies and something like cinnamon.

You couldn’t stop him. Not a single bit of ‘please, there’s still another month till Christmas’ and ‘put down that chainsaw for gods sake’ spilling from your mouth as you chased him around the house did anything to help. He refused, determined something fierce. You could see it in his eyes and the happy little lilt of his voice, practically screaming to just stop him from making everything as festive as possible.

Allen was right. Oliver was a maniac when it came to Christmas.

You hadn’t even known the attic was its own winter wonderland. Not until Oliver popped upon the ceiling and out went spilling Christmas itself. You were almost decapitated by the tree! How did he even fit such a thing up there? It bent and took up too much space in the living room already, and let’s not even get into all that wrapping paper and boxes and ribbons and tape and lights and –

“It’s like a Christmas War Zone.” You mumbled, slowly tip toeing around just to get close to Oliver.

You picked up a string of glittery red ribbon, brow raising high at how soft it felt. Pulling at it didn’t even strain it, and you noticed belatedly that there was a little bell at each end.

It was around that moment, when a white and coffee printed blur darted out in between your legs, causing you to squeal and trip head over heels into an open box. Mistletoe fluttering up in waves as you flailed helplessly, the ribbon entangling in your arms and causing even more restriction.

Oh gods. Is this how you would die? Drowning by mistletoe?

A warm hand enclosed around the collar of your shirt, pulling you out (and if you gulped in a wide intake of air, looking half a second away from dramatically leaning over the box to kiss the ground, Oliver didn’t say a word. Though he did smile brightly at you, eyes sparkling with mischief) safely from utter demise.

“Look at you, toasty in there?”

“You shut your mouth.”

Oliver hummed before tugging at the tangle of ribbon, practically leering when he realized you couldn’t quite move (no wonder you had almost died in a mistletoe box). “Merry Christmas to me!”

¤ Ω ¤ 

“VENGANCE!”

Allen paused to listen to the curious shout and sudden shriek of a chainsaw.
He had been certain he had placed a sturdy lock on the shed door. You shouldn’t have been able to sneak in there for anything, metal reinforced to survive a tank and windows barred like a prison. In all honesty, he placed it up as another mystery of life and turned back to kicking up his legs on the coffee table and changing the channel.

“Christmas one and all!”

There was a loud crash and the sudden thrash of snow hitting the window, causing Allen to jump and stare, blinking owlishly when he realized the snow had climbed over the glass, blocking out any sunlight that had been entering through the window. He frowned, listening intently to the tense silence and something – is something being dragged through the snow?

Allen stood abruptly to race towards the door, stepping out into the open, biting cold hitting against his bare legs and through his thin gray shirt. He stared at you, riding upon the tree being dragged by the large polar bear (Mattie directing the animal to go straight through Allen if he didn’t pick up his mouth from the floor and move) staring at him. It was honestly like something from a movie. You posed like a victorious warrior, chainsaw swinging in the air and the great white bear howling at him with beady black eyes.

“Merry Christmas, Allen!”

“IT’S STILL NOVEMBER!”

¤ Ω ¤ 

“It’s because I’m green, isn’t it?!”

Mattie peered at you, dressed in a fluffy green sweater curtesy of his cousin, glowering at him as if he had caused all the troubles of the world. But stood next to the tree, lights flashing and dangling around your shoulders like a scarf, ornaments still in hand and a tiny little hat, he couldn’t help but want to laugh.

You looked like a cute little Grinch.

A red ball raced passed his head and hit the wall with a loud crash.

“I’M FILLED WITH CHRISTMAS SPIRIT!”

He eyed the small corner of ‘Christmas Spirit’.

“Is that why the fake snow is on fire?”

“What – MY SNOW.”

You raced to put out the fire, stomping and slapping on the burning fluff that really left a terrible scent in the air. For some odd reason, you even threw a long wisp of ribbon, though all it did was catch fire and make you shriek even more. Mattie stood, grabbed the burning fluff and threw out the nearest window, catching you around the waist when you tried to follow it out (still screaming “MY SNOW!”).

“Let it go, mon petite. I already have the best part of Christmas.” With that he taped a small bow onto your forehead… and snickered again.

An angry, puffed up, green little Grinch. That’s what you were. And it was adorable. Though maybe next time he’d make sure to keep you away from flammable objects, least you kick it and accidentally catch it on fire by sheer force of will.

With a taste of your lips

Lutteoficweek Day 6: „You’re offering to give me a kiss if I buy your shitty fundraiser popcorn. Well, in that case…”

Planned a bit over 1k words, now it’s 2.2k words and I have no idea how this happened but it’s my favourite prompt. And a big Thank you to @maybe-tiika for proofreading!


Matteo had no idea why he allowed Gastón to drag him to this movie night in the first place. A regular movie night would have been just fine, but what person in their right mind went to their university on the weekend, movie night or not? Shouldn’t he be spared from this place at least on the last two days of the week?

“Gastón, this better be fun as you promised or else I’ll get you a dictionary for your birthday”, he announced as they entered the campus.

“A dictionary? Why?”

“So you can look up the meaning of the word fun, of course.”

A grin slipped on the other boy’s face. “I wonder if you are seriously mad for seeing this place on a weekend day… or are you actually just bummed because your little moon declined to come with you?” Matteo sent him a grim look, hoping it’d be enough to shut him up. “She didn’t decline.”

Gastón only laughed more. “Really? Then I guess she shrunk in size over the past week – hey, is that her in your pocket or your phone?”

For a second, Matteo considered to leave him standing there and just go home. With Gastón in this kind of mood, this evening could only get worse.

“Haha, very funny. She told me she had plans for the weekend, so I didn’t ask.” At that, his best friend stopped, hands theatrically clasped over his mouth in shock. Or at least, pretended shock. “No way! Hand me my calendar”, he demanded, “I need to mark the day Matteo Balsano is too scared to ask a girl out!”

“I’m not scared”, Matteo argued right away. Him, too scared to ask Luna out, what a ridiculous concept. (Except maybe there was some tiny, tiny truth to it, since this little girl messed with his body and soul. Never had he felt anything like this before.)

They walked into the hallway, where Matteo’s attempts to defend himself turned out to be pointless. As soon as Gastón discovered Nina, he didn’t listen but walked off, his best friend completely forgotten. “I guess I see you there, then?”, Matteo shouted. Then he looked around, hoping to find someone he knew, someone to pass the time with. And when he did, he suddenly didn’t mind being in this place on a Saturday anymore.


She barely had turned her back around to check on the popcorn machine when a voice she recognized too well appeared behind her.

“If this isn’t my chica delivery trying to save the world again. What is it about this time?”

She whirled around to face him, only to find a grin on his lips. Of course he was grinning, that’s what Matteo Balsano was constantly doing around her, along with throwing around teasing comments like they were waiting desperately to get out of his mouth.

“Climate change”, she replied, “You know, saving the polar bears.”

Matteo’s eyes discovered the baby bear on her t-shirt, right below her chest and relief washed over her since those fundraiser t-shirts were always too big for her. Thinking how it’d look on her if the shirt fitted just a little bit tighter and how he’d look at her… it was too much.

“So, this is what you were planning to do this weekend?” The question surprised her. “You seem oddly interested in my weekend plans lately.” Maybe she imagined the way his face fell before he answered.

“Well, how am I supposed to save or help you if I don’t know what you’re up to?” She shrugged. “Fair point, chico fresa.” However, she was unable to shake the feeling – and the hope – there was more to it than he wanted to admit.

With one hand, Luna grabbed a half-filled bag of popcorn and waved it in front of Matteo’s face. “You could help me right now, you know.” His fingers already in the bag to steal some popcorn, he replied: “How? By buying popcorn? I’ve heard worse things.”
“You’re impossible”, she complained but laughed as his chuckle turned into a grimace. “I take it you don’t like salty popcorn?”

Matteo took a step back, the disgust visible in his expressions. “Don’t like it? This is the worst popcorn I’ve ever had! I’m sorry, chica delivery, but I think I’ll pass this time.”

“Isn’t this important to you?”, Luna pouted, if only to make him stay some more moments. “Oh, it is”, he said, sweeping a rebellious curl out of his face, “I just don’t see why I should ruin my taste buds because of it.”

She sighed. Around them, more and more students walked towards the lecture hall in which the faculty had set up the big screen. The movie started soon and she had to focus again on selling popcorn, not on flirting with a cute Italian boy. Luna knew she should let him go, she knew it, but she hadn’t seen him in the last two days and the curl fell back into his face, distracting her and he gave her a dizzy sensation in her stomach that felt good. In a weird way, but good nonetheless.

“Are you really that serious?”, she gave it one last shot. All she got in return was an offended: “Luna, please, this isn’t sweet at all!” Matteo paused, almost thoughtful. Then, he winked at her, causing her knees to tremble. “And you know how much I like sweet things.”

“I could kiss you.”

The words left her mouth too quickly. In fact, even her own brain took some time to catch up. However, when it did, her words hit her hard. By the surprised expression on Matteo’s face, she wasn’t the only one.

“Excuse me?”

“Uh, well, I mean, I…”, she stuttered. Her whole face heated up like a wildfire. “I said I could kiss you? Only if you buy some popcorn, of course!” Luna seriously doubted this made the situation any better, any more bearable, but it was the only idea she got to save herself.

Matteo returned her stare for a few seconds. His huge brown eyes drew her in, made her forget about the world and she blamed them and that stupid sexy wink for her verbal outburst. If only she knew what laid behind them, what he was thinking…

A mischievous smile spread on Matteo’s lips and he leaned closer. Her heart skipped a beat. “One bucket of popcorn, then.”

“A bu… a whole bucket?”

“Of course”, Matteo stated, back to his usual confident self, “For the polar bears, right?”

Her fingers were slightly shaking as she handed him the bucket. Too much embarrassment rushed through her veins to look at him. Surely, he smirked, like the chico fresa he was, and fought back a stupid comment and what had she done?

“Hey, Luna”, he called for her attention. She tilted her head until her eyes met his. The smile he gave her was too much, too bright. Too troubling for her heart. “I can’t wait to try it.”


Half an hour after the movie had started, Luna still struggled to believe she had offered Matteo a kiss. Matteo Balsano. A kiss. Why hadn’t she kept her mouth shut?

Not that the thought of kissing the chico fresa was a horrible one, though. On the contrary, recently she indulged in that fantasy many more times than she cared to admit out loud. It happened during lectures, late at night under her blanket or during one of his hugs, when he pulled her a centimeter closer than necessary. And every time she went through the same physical reaction: her mind drifted far, far away, the butterflies in her stomach awakened and spread out through her body until the feeling reached her fingertips.

It didn’t help either that Matteo constantly turned around to her. Sometimes he had a smile on his face, sometimes he winked at her and sometimes he just gave a long, longing look out of these dark big brown eyes.

I can’t wait to try it.

If he kissed like he teased, the chances of her surviving that kiss were humiliatingly slim. By the stars, he knew how to drive her crazy.


The credits rolled, the lights slowly got brighter and Matteo found it impossibly hard to stay on his seat. He fidgeted so much, Gastón already rolled his eyes at him. But Luna’s words played in his head, back and forth, until he no longer thought of anything else. I could kiss you.

Automatically, his head turned around to search for his small chica delivery and that’s when his best friend had enough. “Oh, please, just go to her, you’re like an overly excited puppy and I can’t handle this any longer. Why are you even that excited? I thought you two already talked earlier.”

“I’m not a puppy”, Matteo muttered, having only listened half-heartedly. “Right, you’re a wolf”, Gastón said, now smirking. With a glare at the moon outside, he howled.

“I can’t believe I still call you my best friend.” The other boy laughed again, “I’m sure, deep down you know it’s funny too. And you haven’t told me yet what you are so excited about… did something happen that you might want to tell me?” Right that second Matteo discovered Luna, knowing the timing couldn’t be any better. He jumped up. “I’m sorry, I can’t, she promised me something earlier and I have to go now, see you later!”

He pretended he didn’t see how his best friend wriggled his eyebrows before he walked towards Luna.


“So, chica delivery, I’m awaiting my order.”

She jumped at his sudden appearance behind her. Perhaps she should have known better after she lost sight of him in the crowd. He occasionally managed to startle her like this, like it was some hidden talent to silently sneak up on people. Noticing the impatient sparkle in his eyes, her knees began to tremble already.

“You already got your popcorn”, she stammered.

“Mh, we both know I’m not talking about popcorn.” His gaze dropped to her lips, inspecting them as if they were a masterpiece in an art museum. Carefully, his hand reached out to her and brushed a loose strand behind her ear.

She felt her lungs working hard in her chest, pumping and burning, and she felt her lips curling up to form a smile. She felt her brain shutting down too. She was all feelings now.

At least she was until someone peaked over Matteo’s shoulder and howled so loud, they both shrieked up and snapped out of it. However, that person was gone as quickly as they had walked in on them.

“What the… was that Gastón? What was he doing?”, Luna asked while Matteo only rolled his eyes. “Basically he’s doing what he does all the time: bad jokes.”

She already hated herself for this, but if she wanted at least a bit of privacy, they needed to leave this place. “Okay, maybe we should go somewhere quieter”, she suggested, intertwining their fingers. She tried to blend out the sharp breath Matteo drew in. (Unsuccessfully.)


“A storage room, nice. A little bit cliché though, don’t you think?”

“Oh, shut up.” Despite the dimmed lights, Luna registered Matteo’s smirk. It was impossible to miss and so stupid she felt the urge to wipe it away. Why did he have to make this harder and more mortifying than it already was? “You could make me”, he whispered.

It’s just a kiss, she told herself, knowing it was a blatant lie. Just a kiss, no big deal.

Slowly, she raised her hand and rested it on his neck, pulling him closer. He gladly followed her silent demand, eyes closed, the smirk gone. His breath tickled her skin. The dizziness in her stomach went off the charts.

And then she lost her courage.

She lost her courage and simply pressed her lips against his cheek, a quick peck, before she broke away.

He blinked in confusion. “Wait, what?”

Frozen, she stared at him. She felt afraid, so horribly afraid, even if it was Matteo. Maybe because it was Matteo. The chico fresa, who had done this before and who didn’t freak out at the thought of kissing someone he liked. (And she liked him. So much.)

“This is how you treat me for buying the biggest bowl of popcorn you had?”

Her eyes got stuck on the curve of his mouth. “I…” A clump in her throat prevented her from continuing.

“Luna, I’m sorry, I really am, but I can’t accept that.”

Matteo leaned in, his grip strong and stable on her waist, with his lips finding hers and she stopped thinking. She stopped thinking because the sensation of his mouth moving gently on hers, of his hands pulling her closer, was overwhelming.

Looking for support, she grabbed his shirt, causing the delicate fabric to wrinkle, before her hand wandered to his cheek. In response, he brought her closer, so close she was all wrapped up against him, so close she felt his heart beating, no, racing in his chest.

He tasted a bit salty from the popcorn (and she got it, she preferred it sweet too), but there was something else too – something that lingered in his lips as they danced over hers, that delivered her straight to heaven.

I can’t wait to try it, he had told her, but Matteo didn’t kiss like he teased at all. He kissed her like he meant those words, driving her crazier now than their banters ever could. And Luna wanted to kiss him like this for the rest of her life. No matter if he bought popcorn or not.

Dead leaves - Chapter 6

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word count: 3.8k

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Warnings: implications of smut

Summary: Don’t fall in love. Promise me.“ She said, gripping onto my arm.

“I promise.”

A/N: SORRY FOR BEING SO INACTIVE HERE I HATE MYSELF JSJSJSJSJ but yeah tbh i feel like this chapter wasn’t as good as I wanted it to be ???? but eh whatever it’s alright I HOPE YALL LIKE IT THOOOOO enjoyyyy (also this is my first time writing smut but it’s not really smut but you will see)

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Plots based off of Views.

Views has given me inspiration and I’ve decided to turn that inspiration into words. So, here are some plots based off a few songs of the album. Feel free to use them! And if anyone wants to play out a plot with me, just hit me up!

U With Me?: “ You could never say I came up and forgot about your ass, And that’s some real shit ”

Muse A and Muse B were longtime lovers. Personality wise, they were polar opposites. One thing they had in common was their drive; They both came from humble beginnings and rising to the top was a dream they both shared. While they were supposed to reach it together, life had a funny way of changing those plans. Muse A had always been a perfectionist and in the quest to perfect their craft, Muse B was often left on their own for days at a time. Everyone has a breaking point and Muse B found theirs after about a year. It was Muse B who made the decision to end the relationship, an action that neither truly agreed with. Fast forward five years later and both of them are rising stars. Recently, Muse A has been making it known that they want to reunite with Muse B, name dropping them in interviews and posting about wanting that old thing back on social media. Muse B is completely against the idea, voicing their disdain in the same indirect way Muse A has been calling for their attention. However, Muse A isn’t deterred. In their eyes, Muse B is the only person fit to stand at their side and they plan to show them just how true that is.

Redemption: “I’m searchin’ for these words to say to you

Muse A and Muse B were once in a volatile relationship. Everything bad a couple can go through, they went through. Infidelity, verbal/physical abuse, constant fights, breakups and even a miscarriage. At the urging of concerned family and friends, the two decided to put the nightmare to rest. They went to hell and back, with both of them bearing the scars to prove it. That was then and this is now. Muse A is currently in a loving relationship and Muse B is enjoying the single life with no commitments. Muse A thought they would never think about Muse B again until their significant other proposed to them. And as much as Muse A wanted to say yes, the nightmare they went through with Muse B flashed through their mind and it was in that moment that Muse A realized they never got closure. When Muse A shows up at Muse B’s home in the middle of the night demanding closure, the nightmare begins all over again.

With You: “It’s about us right now, girl, where you going?”

Muse A and Muse B have amazing chemistry. When they’re around each other, sparks fly and they might as well be the only two in the room. The only problem? Muse B has always been indecisive and that indecisiveness has spilled over into their personal life. While Muse B is in love with Muse A, the intensity of their relationship sometimes becomes too much for them. Add in the fact their friends aren’t the biggest fans of their union and you have a problem. When Muse B feels things are becoming too intense, they disappear for a period of time only to reappear when the heat dies down. Muse A has been understanding so far, but is quickly getting tired of the games Muse B is playing. With this most recent disappearing act being the longest yet, Muse A has lost all patience and is presenting Muse B with an ultimatum. “Either stay with me or stay gone for good.”

Faithful: “You hit me like “I know you’re there with someone else”

When it comes to time, Muse A has never had a lot of it. Growing up, she always had to sacrifice her time for other people. Now that she’s older, she finally has the time to make her dreams come true. School, work, and internship obligations leave little time for anything else, including her relationship with Muse B. Well, what little of a relationship they have. Muse B is a bit older than Muse A and has an established career, leaving them all the time in the world for a real relationship. Muse B claims he has no problems with waiting on Muse A to get her life on track, but Muse A isn’t so sure. Lately, things have been weird between them. When she calls, he doesn’t pick up right away. When she texts him, he replies late or not at all. And when she does have time to spend time with him, he either declines or their “date” is nothing more than a hello and a goodbye. All the signs are pointing to the obvious, Muse B has found another. And Muse A isn’t sure if she should choose him or her career.

Fire & Desire: “ But you a real ass woman and I like it, I don’t wanna fight it”

Muse A has returned to his hometown after years of being gone. The first thing he does is go to his favorite bar. That’s where he meets Muse B. Her beauty was the first thing that caught his attention and as he spends the night getting to know her, he slowly starts to believe in love at first sight. One thing leads to another and they end up spending the night together. The next morning, Muse A wakes up to an empty bed, a bruised ego, and a note with a simple apology. Shaking her off his mind, Muse A meets up with his childhood friend and is surprised to hear he’s engaged. Just as his friend is describing his fiancée, Muse B walks in and introduces herself as the fiancée, surprising Muse A. Wanting answers from her, Muse A makes a bold move and hires Muse B to decorate his new home on the spot, giving her no other choice but to accept. Using the opportunity to get closer to her, Muse A and Muse B begin what could be a potentially deadly love affair.

Hotline Bling: “Doing things I taught you, gettin’ nasty for someone else”

Muse A is what you would call sexually awkward. She has no problems talking to the opposite sex, but when it comes to the act of sex itself, she has performance anxiety. To help herself get over it, she decides the best course of action is to call a phone sex hotline, effectively taking away all the nerves that comes with face to face action. Muse B is one of the top earners at his job, a favorite for his smooth voice and raunchy dialogue. At first, Muse A is intimidated and slow to open up, but with Muse B’s coaching, she slowly starts to come out her shell. After a few months of instruction, Muse A feels she is ready to put her skills to the test. Having grown attached and attracted to her voice, Muse B offers himself as the first test subject. While he makes the offer under the guise of wanting her to be as comfortable as possible, the truth is he doesn’t want any other man having a taste of what he considers his.

Feel No Ways: “I had to let go of us to show myself what I could do” 

Muse A has always had the the drive to take himself far. On the other hand, Muse B is content with doing the bare minimum to get what she wants out of life. Although Muse B is one of the few people that brings the best out of him, she also brings out his more negative traits. When the two of them are together, not much good comes out of it. They party all night, sleep in until the afternoon, and Muse A loses all sense of responsibility when he’s with her. After missing out on an employment opportunity because of being hungover with Muse B, Muse A decides it’s time to put their relationship on hold. Muse B is pissed and decides to make her anger known. From posting cryptic messages on his social media accounts, to going on rants on her own accounts to telling all their mutual friends about how dirty he did her, Muse B is on a crusade to make his life a living hell. Despite her actions, Muse A still cares for and wants to be with her. While Muse B’s plan is to hurt him like he hurt her, Muse A’s plan is to help her become the person he knows she can be.