#SOS GRAY

[plague-ridden-rat]

[pistashxo]

let down your hair! (wip)

[durotoswrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons Series (Video Games), Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gray/Karen (Harvest Moon) Characters: Gray (Harvest Moon), Karen (Harvest Moon) Additional Tags: Love at First Sight, Awkward Flirting, Finally writing about one of my dream rarepairs, Rare Pairings, Alcohol Summary:

Gray, brand new to town, sees a woman on the opposite side of the bar that makes him feel sick - in a good way, though. But that only raises the big problem: how to introduce yourself when making small talk makes you also feel sick, but in a bad way. Written for the Love at First Sight prompt by Love-Bokumono-Fics on tumblr.

Still going strong with the monthly prompts by @love-bokumono-fics!  This one was so fun to write!  Excerpt below! 💖

She had a glass of wine in her hand, but she wasn’t drinking it. There was no sort of sign that she was waiting for anyone, and it was hard to tell if she was simply people-watching like I was or if she was deep in thought.

Yeah, she was gorgeous, but it honestly didn’t matter if she wasn’t, because there was something about her that just drew you in. Commanded attention. Maybe it was those sharp eyes or air of confidence she gave off. Hell if I know.

I did know one thing.

I had to know her name.

But asking for someone’s name means you have to talk to them. Introductions and stuff. I hate all that. I don’t think it would be a stretch of the imagination to say that I’m the worst person at small talk you would ever meet.

But for some stupid reason, I wanted to know what she called herself. I wanted to hear her say it with her own lips. I wanted to know if she had that silly twang that everyone in this area seemed to have. I wanted to know if she talked like the people in the city I grew up in.

I wanted to know if she was bored here, too.

Her bright green eyes latched onto mine, and that’s when I felt it.

The awful pang in my stomach and chest.

I wanted to sink into the floor and vanish, but at the same time, the idea that I had her attention gave me that awful jittery, giddy feeling. Butterflies in my stomach? I’m pretty sure that’s what people call it. I think I’m just going to call it what it is – nausea.

[everdeensmellark]

sunrise on the reaping raises an incredibly important ethical question: how many generations does it take to erase history, to the point of blind, unquestioning acceptance?

i fear the answer is far fewer than any of us are comfortable with.

[aterfish]

i love ways the word 'halfa' can be interpreted

[elainiisms]

female protagonists will literally go through 30 life altering traumas at the age of 16 and you ppl still have the audacity to call them annoying bc they cry about it and act like teenage girls

[by-gray]

[agentmilayawithshield]

“No, [...] we need someone exactly like you.”

"Just luckier?"

[magewritesstories]

just gonna leave this here

[blondeheartgirl]

president snow is literally THE incel. had a failed situationship ONCE and decided that no woman could ever love a man and that women cannot be trusted

warned haymitch about lenore dove

was convinced katniss didn’t love peeta

64 years later and he was still bitter

[wolxoltl]

What if Bill got his top hat from his father?

[the-mang0tree]

i should have never saved you

[hoshizoralone]

reflection

[kriphantom]

That one song

[samdravvs]

I firmly believe that every conflict in X-men can be solved by polyamory and gay sex

[rosquinn]

"mutuals can ask for discord" mutuals can haunt me after they die. mutuals can paint my immortal youth in a cursed portrait. mutuals can build a 8ft tall creature in my college dorm. mutuals can watch me wake up as a monstrous vermin. mutuals can feed me soup after i commit murder. mutuals can help me kill uncle claudius. mutuals can go out with me and my girlfriend from across the bay. mutuals can hunt the beast with me. do better