#unstoppable;start

[thvcry]

“It’s nothing. You don’t have to worry.” Axel reassures whoever walked up to him. He had a freshly stitched up wound on his arm. It was from the previous night from an altercation on his way home. He knows that it looks ugly, but it wasn’t a big deal in his OWN opinion. He didn’t feel like going to see a professional for something that he could handle. He flashes a smile as he stands up from where he had been seated. 

“You want to go get some ice cream?”

[midsummered]

“welcome to beans and beans,” the young man smiled politely, running a hand through his curls as he stood behind the taller plants towards the back of the store. stepping out a little, he eyed the clock on the wall. it was late and he’d already counted the till, but... he could still serve them. right?

shifting nervously, lysander spoke up again. “we close in ten, b-but... i’d be happy to help you.”

[benjaminsnart-blog]

“I’m not saying that I wasn’t listening,” even if it was true, Benji’s attention having been stolen by his own thoughts as the other was speaking. He couldn’t help it though, mind having been trying to work through the kinks in one of his plans all morning. So really, it was his companions fault for trying to pull his attention from that. Still, he smiled brightly, a hollow thing, as he prompted the other on. “But, how about you go ahead and repeat that for me, alright? For posterity’s sale and all that.”

[blyzeit]

The boy makes a face as he realizes his lighter wasn’t in his pocket. “Fuck.” There’s a cigarette resting between his lips, but he pulls it out with frustration. “Hey! Do you have a light by chance?” Blayze would rather try to ask someone else before he uses a spell to get it done the lazy way. He flashes a smile, always friendly when asking for a favor. He might be a little reckless, but despite that he was still SOFT inside. 

[cptstverogers-blog]

When Steve had been buried beneath a layer of ice, dead to the world and to all those he loved within it, he had time to think. He had time to think about the life he had lived, the people he had lost, and the life he would have lived if he had only survived. And then, when SHIELD had found his body a mere seventy years later – cold, frozen and almost-lifeless –  he’d awoken to a new world without those he had come to love. He had woken in a world without any place to call home.

But now, he has a home. He has friends, and he has a family. Children to call his own, friends that will never leave his side – he is finally home.

Home has taken a while to get to, though, and it’s been one hell of a journey too. And now, as he walks down the familiar path from his apartment to the community college he teaches at, he allows himself a moment to take it all in.

Until someone smacks right into him.

Not realizing he’s been blocking the way for this one individual, he says, “’m sorry, ‘m sorry. Didn’t realize I was blockin’ the way.” And then, he notices the array of items the other person has dropped and immediately bends down to help pick them up. “I swear to God, I get real clumsy in the morning. I apologize once again for -- uh. This.”

[magdamaximcff]

“Excuse me?” Magda stops the nearest person, trying to hide her mild panic. Himesh would be fine, but her indoor cat had gotten out. And she was very concerned, trying to focus on finding him rather than being worried or angry about who let him out. “Have you seen a white cat? Fluffy, about this big? Please, I really need to find him.”

[bbmelodie]

        “ h i ! “          bubbly loud voice cuts quite clearly through the background music playing softly throughout the store,    an unwavering cheerfulness radiating from her smile like warmth from the sun,        “ welcome to b.b coffee !    um --- - gosh, um    d-do you want to try the uh,  one of the pastries ?    on the house ! ' 

[starkedheart]

“i’ve gotta go to a meeting today,” hugo began, talking aloud but clearly interested in getting the opinion of the person beside him. it was an important thing, this wretched meeting, and as charming as the little dancer could be, he sometimes hated having to put on his serious ‘lawyer face’. it could be terribly boring. “tell me -- does this look nice, but like i’m still serious?”