the lost sandal

Happy Birthday, Harrison!

“Enjoying your birthday so far?” You walked up to Harrison after seeing Laura walk away from him, leaving him alone, nudging him in the process. He turned around to face you, smiling as you stood next to him by the drinks table.

“Oh, yeah,” his smile didn’t falter, “I heard you helped with the party. Thanks.” You smiled in return.

“Did we surprise you? Was it good?” Harrison let out a soft laugh, nodding as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a side hug.

“You got me, it was a nice surprise. It’s nice to just hangout with everyone and not have anywhere to go in the morning – it’s nice having you here.” You fought the blush threatening to spread from your neck to your cheeks, ready to respond when Tom called everyone’s attention.

“Alright, everyone,” He signaled for Jacob to lower down the music, picking up his cup that he sat on a table earlier. “First, I’d like to thank Zendaya for letting us trash her house.”

“You’re all helping me clean this shit up. Except you, Harrison. Happy birthday!” Harrison laughed, raising his glass toward her.

“Anyway, before I was interrupted,” Zendaya stuck her tongue out at him, mocking him, while Tom did the same to her, “I want to also thank (Y/N), for helping set up the party while the rest of you lot sat on your asses.” He winked at you, causing you to laugh a little, “We’re here to celebrate my partner in crime, my brother at heart and my best friend, Harrison.” Everyone cheered for him, including you. Harrison looked toward you and gave you a small squeeze with the arm that was still wrapped around your shoulders. “Haz, you’re the best friend anyone could have, and the best person anyone could know. Thanks for always being there – even if I can be a little bit of a handful sometimes.” Tom raised his glass, prompting everyone to do so as well, “To Harrison.”

“To Harrison!”

“Thanks everyone,” Harrison smiled, “This was really nice. I’m glad I have you all with me today. Let’s keep the party going!”

“Everyone, to the pool!” Zendaya screamed, being the first one to run outside, causing everyone to follow.

“Haz?” Harrison stopped in his tracks, turning around to face you, a smile on his face again.

“Yeah?” You hesitated on whether you should give him his gift now or not. You decided against it, shaking you head.

“Never mind. I thought I lost my sandals, but they’re by the couch.” Harrison looked at you questioningly but shrugged it off, extending his hand toward you.

“Let’s get in the pool.” You nodded, smiling softly while taking his hand.

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Send a line for a starter where both of our muses are kids!

  • “I made you a mud pie.”
  • “It wasn’t me, they started it!”
  • “Do you want some of my snacks?”
  • “You could get in trouble!”
  • “They’re going to get mad at us.”
  • “It’s gonna tear in half, let go!”
  • “I did my chores, honest.”
  • “I don’t need to take a nap.”
  • “Did you steal my last cookie?”
  • “Wanna know a secret?”
  • “Are you my BEST friend?”
  • “You don’t need to win all the time…”
  • “No. If we play, you’re just going to cheat again!”
  • “When I get big, I’m not going to be an adult.”
  • “When I get older, I know who I’m going to marry!”
  • “You can’t trust grown-ups. They always lie.”
  • “Did that scare you?”
  • “But I don’t want to! It’s boring…”
  • “Let’s sneak off and do something fun.”
  • “I heard you crying… what’s wrong?”
  • “Are you lost?”
  • “My sandal broke!! How am I gonna walk home?!”
  • “I have the best teacher ever.”
  • “I know something you don’t.”
  • “Don’t talk to me. Go away.”
  • “Don’t be a baby. They’re not always gonna be around to look out for you.”
  • “I’m not like the other kids. They’re dumb and I’m not.”
  • “Do that again and you’ll be sorry.”
  • “They said they don’t wanna be around me anymore…”
  • “They don’t like me, I could tell.”
  • “Come on, don’t be grumpy. Cheer up! Let’s look for some shiny pebbles.”
  • “Are you hurt?”
  • “Why is the sky blue?”
  • “You’re pretty.”
  • “You’re funny.”
  • “Here, this is for you.”
  • “You look strong.”
  • “Everyone always seems sad, like they’re waiting for something bad to happen.”
  • “No silly, you have to eat the popsicle right away or it’ll melt.”
  • “Are you mad at me?”
  • “Look what I did! I did it all by myself too!”
  • “Don’t tell me what to do. I’m not gonna listen to you.”
  • “It’s cold outside. Here, have my jacket.”
  • “But I wanna eat some cake! I want cake, right now.”
  • “I don’t want to, it’s scary…”
  • “I’m gonna adopt a hundred cats!”
  • “Okay but just don’t touch it, it hurts…”

anonymous asked:

Thank you for answering my question! Would you be willing to do a scenario or headcanons of Bokuto as a demon who's form is an owl(no surprise on that one) and the reader is a young child princess on the run from a demon who is chasing her through the forest and Bokuto saves her. Bokuto watches her as she grows up and they become close friends. Sorry if it's confusing or too long.

I hope you don’t mind, I got mad Natsume Yuujinchou vibes from this one so I decided to do it with youkai instead of traditionally western demons. I did take a few liberties though because I couldn’t for the life of me find an existing owl youkai. Also since the ask didn’t specify romance, per se, this one can be read as gen bc Jen is gen trash.

Hope you enjoy, because I certainly enjoyed writing this!

-Admin Jen

He did enjoy the sun. The sun and his forest. The breeze in his hair, the leaves rustling above him, the mushroom demon running towards him in wild panic…

Wait, what?

“Bokuto-sama!” it screeched in its little tinny voice. “Bokuto-sama!”

“Yes, mushroom?” Bokuto asked. “What is it?”

“It’s out!” the mushroom screamed. “And it got a little girl!”

Bokuto’s eyes blew up to the size of saucers. “What?” he roared. “Oh no. Oh, no no no no. This won’t do at all. No it won’t.”

“What do we do, Bokuto-sama?” the mushroom asked, its little eyes shining with worry.

“Gather up all your friends and hide. I’ll take care of this.”

A blinding flash of light burst out from within him as he felt the familiar sensation of his body becoming bigger, stronger. His arms turned into long, wide brown wings, speckled with the purest of white.

He took to the skies, leaving a trail of feathers at the mushroom’s feet.

She was scared. She had never been more scared in her entire life. She had only wanted to explore the woods behind the palace.

Father had always said that it was dangerous. There were things in that forest, he had told her. She should’ve listened to him.

She hid behind a tree, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The hem of her kimono was splashed with mud and dirt, the bow of her obi was half undone, and the sleeves were torn after getting caught in some branches some fifty steps ago. She had lost her sandals way way back when she had started running.

She didn’t dare look back, for fear of seeing it again.

“Where are you…?” its haunting voice called out. “Come on out, little human child…”

She whimpered a little, and then promptly slapped her hand over her mouth, fear displayed clearly in her eyes.

It had heard her.

She squeezed her eyes shut, praying to the gods that it wouldn’t find her.

She heard the crackle of leaves being crushed under heavy footfalls and hugged her legs closer to her body, in an effort to make herself smaller.

“I… found… you!”

She gasped, her eyes wide with fear, a lone tear trickling down her cheeks.

Run, she told herself. Get up. Move.

But she couldn’t. And she squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that it wouldn’t hurt.

A loud screech interrupted her train of thought then as a huge majestic owl swooped down, its talons poised in front of it, its beak open mid-scream. She watched as it crashed down onto the monster that was chasing her, a bright white light shining from its very being, slowly disintegrating its enemy until it was nothing more than a whispered scream in the wind.

Then, before her very eyes, the owl transformed into a boy maybe a few years older than she was, with silver hair streaked with black. He brushed off the feathers clinging to his kimono.

“Aha! Take that! That’ll show you who’s boss around here!” he hollered, whooping happily. Then, he turned to her. “Hey, you okay there?”

His face melted into an expression of horror upon seeing her, mouth open, tears glimmering in her eyes, clutching her arms to her chest.

“You… you…” he sputtered. “You’re human!”

“And… and you’re not,” she replied, her voice shaking.

“Well obviously not!” he said brightly. “Can you imagine how boring I would be if I were human?”

Okay, she was a little bit offended.

“Anyways,” he continued. “Where do you live? I’ll take you there. It’s not safe for a human child here.”

She really shouldn’t tell a stranger where she lived, but then again, he was right. She wasn’t safe here. And at least he seemed nice, unlike that monster.

“I live there, in the castle,” she told him. “Fukurou-san… can you really get me home safely?”

He grinned. “I certainly can, little princess!” he answered. “I’ll protect you!”

She smiled at him and reached up, taking his hand in hers.

“Let’s go then.”

“Hello there.”

Bokuto fell over in surprise at the little voice behind him. His arms flailed about, trying in vain to balance him as he toppled back, his bottom roughly hitting the hard packed dirt at his feet.

“I’m home now, you know?” the little princess said. “You don’t have to protect me anymore.”

“I know that!” Bokuto spluttered, embarrassed. “I just… wanted to make sure.”

The little princess giggled, her eyes lighting up in glee. “Well,” she started, looking him in the eye, “since you’re here, you can come play with me. I don’t have anyone to play with and you seemed lonely.”

Bokuto’s hair seemed to ruffle just like they would had they been feathers. A shadow of eagerness fell upon his face. “Okay!” he replied, taking her hand just like she had the first time they met. “Yeah, I wanna play with you. Let’s play!”

They made an odd pair, the two of them. A young princess and the great demon lord of the forest. But it was this strangeness, this unusualness that enabled them to paint such a beautiful picture.

And whatever that Nekomata Kuroo said afterward, Bokuto paid him no mind.

“Did you get taller again?”

The teenage princess nodded proudly as she stood on the tips of her toes, stretching her body up as far as she could.

“What do you think?” she asked, smiling. “Am I getting closer to your height yet?”

Bokuto laughed boisterously, holding his hands at his hips as he threw his head back. “Maybe next time, squirt!” he exclaimed with no ill intent.

She pouted anyway, lowering herself onto the flats of her feet.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Bokuto told her, grinning from ear to ear. “You’re still growing. You have lots of time to reach my height.”

She contemplated it for a second. “You’re right,” she decided.

“Well of course I’m right! You don’t live this long only to be wrong all the time,” he said, his hair bristling in contentment. “So tell me. What did you learn today.”

A shrug. “I don’t know. I fell asleep. Sensei got mad at me.”

“That’s my girl!” the owlish man said with his signature booming laughter. And then he shook his head and exaggeratedly wagged his finger in front of him. “I mean no. Bad. Bad princess,” he reprimanded. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“I only fell asleep because you kept talking to me last night!” she pointed out. “It’s not proper for you to be inside a lady’s room at night, by the way. What if my father found out? Worse, what if the servants found out? I’d never hear the end of it!”

She hadn’t realized that she had inched closer and closer to him as she ranted, jabbing her finger into his chest pointedly and shoving her face up closer to his. Bokuto did, though. He also noticed that she was getting older; almost as old as his physical age. And suddenly he was noticing things about her that he hadn’t noticed before, like how there was now a swell under her kimono where her chest was, accentuated by the obi tied below it, and how her eyes, while still bright, held a passionate fire that only continued to burn the more he looked into them.

But he couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t, for if he did, there was no other way that it could end other than in heartbreak.

Kuroo was bound to be insufferable that night.

“I’m getting married.”

Bokuto’s heart swelled at the same time as it broke.

“To who?” he asked, tilting his head in curiosity.

“The young prince from three cities over,” she told him, fiddling with the sleeves of her kimono. “Father has been planning this for about a year now.”

“And you haven’t told me about it?”

“I just found out myself a couple days ago,” she said. “I haven’t had the chance to step out until now. Father has been preparing me.”

“Do I get to meet him?” Bokuto asked excitedly. “Should I prepare for two wards now? Do I get to kill him if he turns out to be an uncultured swine who doesn’t respect you and treats you like dirt? I’ve always wanted to do something like that,” he joked.

“I… Bokuto-kun… I’m getting married over there,” she said sadly. “I leave on the day after the next full moon. And then I’ll be staying there.”

Bokuto felt his shoulders droop.

“But you don’t love him,” he pointed out. “You don’t even know him! How could your father do this? Take you away from your home so soon?”

His voice got louder and louder with every word, until he found himself shouting at the unfairness of it all.

“I can learn,” she told him gently. “I’ve heard that he’s a lovely young man.”


“Don’t worry about me, Bokuto-kun,” she interjected, grasping his upper arms. “I’ll be fine. I can handle this. I know my duty.”

She felt the downy feathers of an owl press up against her, snuggling against her chest.

Just this one time, she ignored the impropriety of it all, and wrapped her arms around her longtime friend and guardian, a sad smile pulling at her lips.



“Would you like it if I gave you my name?”

“But I already know your name?”

“Well, yes, but if I gave you my name, we’d be bound to each other. Wherever you are, you would be able to call me, and I’d come to you. Whatever you wanted me to do, I would do for you if you but asked.”

“So you would belong to me?”

“Essentially, yes. But I wouldn’t mind it if it were you.”

“But I wouldn’t want that. To have that kind of power… I’d feel horrible. I’d feel as though I was trapping you. I wouldn’t do that to a friend. And anyways, your forest needs you here. You need to take care of this forest so that you can brag about it to me when I come back like you always do.”

“But who knows when we’d see each other again?”

“We will. I promise.”

“How would I know for sure?”

“You’ll just have to trust me. Do you trust me, Bokuto-kun?”

That night, a single, heartbroken hoot could be heard ringing throughout the trees.

He did enjoy the sun. The sun and his forest. The breeze in his hair, the leaves rustling above him, the princess walking towards his perch dragging a giggling little girl in pigtails behind her…

Wait, what?

Bokuto’s eyes lit up, hastily scrambling down from his tree to greet his old friend.

It had been six years.

She looked older now. Older and wiser, the ever present spark in her eyes mellowed down to a glow. But she was just as he remembered her. Strong and beautiful, just as she was the day she had left.

The little girl behind her, no older than five summers old, looked up at him, and in her eyes, eyes so similar to her mother’s, he saw.

“She looks just like you,” he told the mother, tears glowing in his eyes.

“Really? I’d say she looks more like her father.”

“It’s the eyes, I can tell. I didn’t live this long only to be wrong all the time,” he said, smiling. “Though I guess I was wrong about one thing.”

“I told you we’d see each other again,” she replied, catching on.

Bokuto nodded, his hair bristling. “You did. Welcome home.”

“I’m home.”

Date a girl who borrowed your shoes on accident because you own the same pair adidas (adilette) sandals and lost them on the beach, only to return them is a cold sweat with 3 goblins on her tail. And yes, she has a tail now


Bones » 2016 rewatch - 1x17 “The Skull in the Desert”

That’s why we come out here every year. It’s like you stand still, and the whole             universe just comes at you. At a hundred and ten degrees.

There's No Such Thing As Magic

Author: dirigible-plvm

Main characters: Bill Weasley, Arthur Weasley

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Hospitals, Blood

Word Count: 2,778

Plot: You are Bill Weasley’s girlfriend and you know nothing of the secret he’s been keeping from you for 3 years, until now, when something happens that you could never have imagined. 

Italics indicate your internal thoughts or letters

 You could feel the pulsing warmth pouring over you from the window to your left. Slowly, with a long and lazy intake of breath, you opened your eyes and your bedroom around you comes into focus. Instantly, your eyes darted to the space next to you, hoping that he had finally returned. At the sight of the empty, white and crumpled sheets your brow furrowed and you sighed in aggravation. You turned your head over to your left and stared at the tiny speckles of dust, that danced in the sun rays penetrating through the small crack in the curtains. A loud and desperate banging on the front door disturbed your sanctuary. Reluctantly, and with a groan of frustration, you trudged downstairs and headed towards the door. Who on earth thinks it’s acceptable to make such a racket at this time?

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Vague Implications and Seesaw Oscillations part 17

A/N: Oh, hi.

Firstly, Jesus anon alarmingly disappeared following his/her/their/[pronoun] debut appearance on Jenna’s blog. I am concerned that her fic may have caused a cardiac arrest or other type of fatal flailing injury. If you find my Jesus anon or are willing to help me put up ‘LOST ANON’ posters in our local interwebs, please contact me here at haveyouseenmyplot and I will promptly give you cookies. Thank.

Nextly, thank and [snoogles] to the lovely Jenna for betaing this chapter albeit not as promptly as my spoiled butt is used to. Hey, I think you’re really cool, I think you’re great I like you a lot, maybe we could hang out or something? (Also don’t think I won’t get you back for that glacial pace joke you giggly and adorable asshat of a hooman <3)

Hartbig AU, SFW (please don’t strike me, it’s almost deserving of an ish), 2,100 words. Lies and deception, all of it. But a girl can dream. (So can everyone else. We don’t do gender roles here at haveyouseenmyplot. We just happen to be a girl… with racy Hartbig dreams, apparently.) Previous parts can be found on my FIC PAGE (if you’re lucky.)


Part 17: Never

“We shouldn’t,” Hannah mumbles half-heartedly, even as her body presses forward, and her hands move lower, lower down Grace’s back, and Grace hums back in half-hearted agreement, and nips at Hannah’s soft skin, prompting a gasp and an arch and a tighter grip.

‘Fuck’ is the overriding thought in Grace’s mind, as they frantically stumble to Hannah’s room.


This is it. This is what she wanted. Hannah. Hannah’s lips are kissing her, and Hannah’s hands are touching her, and Grace can taste her and smell her and feel her.

How can this still be getting better? She’d honestly thought that the last time they were on this bed, was the peak, the exception.

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This is an extension about Steven’s rip in his star shirt definitely symbolizing Steven’s view of Rose, the rift and such maybe not so much, but that was speculation from the beginning.

However, I just noticed that Steven’s lack of sandals accompany the symbolism of his shirt.

At the same moment when Jasper rips Steven’s star, she also causes him to lose his sandals.

Now at first this may have seemed like nothing, but since then, two episodes have aired and though the events do take place on the same day as “Earthlings”, the continuity is not an accident. 

If it didn’t mean anything, they wouldn’t have made Steven lose his sandals in the first place.

However, this isn’t the first time he’s lost a sandal, and that’s where things get interesting.

When the scene hits its climax, Steven finally puts his foot on the ground, burning himself. This shows a lot: Steven’s desperation at what he had to do in order to defend himself, the intensity of what happen, etc. 

However, just like his shirt being ripped by Jasper at the time it was, this particular moment for him to lose his sandal goes deeper than setting the scene.

Just like the rip in his shirt, his loss of his sandals accompany his realization of the truth obout Rose Quartz and her actions and the destruction of what he thought she was. With Bismuth, the fact that she locked her away and kept her a secret and with Jasper, the reveal that she did something to Pink Diamond and is later told by Eyeball and confirmed by Garnet that Rose shattered her.

SO this could mean a few things. Is the loss of Steven’s sandals symbolic of him losing some of his innocence? What if its symbolic of him losing some of his humanity as he’s sucked in to all the chaos of the world of the gems and embracing his gem half, coming closer to his destiny? Could be both! And I think it’s also providing more evidence that Steven is like Rose Quartz, despite what we’re all finding out about her past.

The comparison of Rose Quartz to Steven and whether he is like her or even her is a motif throughout the whole series, but it’s been very significant the last few episodes. The most intense confrontations have been because of other gems mistaking Steven for Rose- Bismuth, then Jasper, and now Eyeball.

“Tell me you don’t see the resemblance?”

Now this is sweet and funny, but the thing is, we as the audience know that there is, indeed, a HUGE resemblance between them, mostly in personality and abilities, not physically. Namely, this one (from this post):

Now that Steven’s barefoot like Rose was, it’s another similarity between them. Again, illustrating that Steven is becoming more and more gem, and more like his mom than we may think, despite her dark past. And I think it’s just the beginning.

I remember when I was in Gaza years ago the Zionist bombed the beach. A mile away a little girls whole family was blown upand she was the only one left to live. I remember all the sand in the sky suddenly, and then hitting us like water. Piling on everything around us. People were buried under pounds of sand. Children suffocated from the dirt coating their lungs. My uncles wife’s ears had blood streaming from them. A mans clothing had burned off, and he ran into sea to cover himself. Children came swimming back from the water laughing, only to find their parents dead. It was hard to breathe and the air felt like it was vibrating. My head was boiling and I wanted to die. I lost my sandals, they had flown off my feet into the water. For some reason my first reaction was to cry for them. My 6 year old cousin ran from my aunt into the water and got them for me. Until this day, 7 years later, I still have those sandals.