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moonlight-dragon · 6 years ago

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Allurance - Roommates AU (Home is where you are) CHAPTER 1

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Lance sighed, burying himself in the couch while he waited for the arrival of his new roommate. Not like it was exactly his choice, but the conclusion of quite of a lot of coincidences.

When he had moved from Cuba, he knew he was going to share wherever place he found to live. Not because paying the bills would be easier -well, yes, that was rationally the reason- but because he wouldn’t be able to live in an empty house, no when he was so used to share everything with his brother, his sisters, his nephews, his mom, his dad, his abuela… He needed to feel there was people around him like he needed the sea of Varadero’s Beach, and his mom’s garlic knots.

And so, he felt so lucky finding Hunk, and later Keith as his roommates. Hunk was so friendly and an amazing cook and the nice scent always flooding the house whenever he cooked helped to not feel so homesick. That boy was a genius! Eating at home always felt like going to a fancy restaurant, every single day. Lance had had his trouble convincing him but felt so proud when Hunk finally chose a culinary minor apart from his engineering major. He did really enjoyed it and man, that was all Lance wanted.

Keith was a later incorporation. Lance at first didn’t exactly enjoyed his company, because they were rivals and the mullet guy didn’t even remember it, always being so emo and not able to understand basic stuff - “I say Vol- and you say -tron”, what was there to not understand? -. But getting to know him, he wasn’t that of an asshole. He was supportive, in his own weird way, and could be a good laugh when he wanted to. Even his mullet wasn’t that bad after all.

But then the coincidences came, and he couldn’t help to feel like the world was plotting against him. Keith’s brother, Shiro, had been recently rescued from a mission in Iraq after a year being assumed death. He had gone with Keith to the hospital, wanting to support his friend and the state they found Shiro in left his devasted. He was missing an arm and was haunted by nightmares he couldn’t quite control -the doctors had to sedate him, so he didn’t turn violent. He wouldn’t have known what to do, but Keith, Keith showed such strength that made Lance realize he was never giving up on his brother. And so, it made sense that he moved home with him, he would have never dared to stop him. But Hunk, man, Hunk had totally betrayed him!

“Lance, I had this planned before Keith’s moving”

“Ah, vavavva, shut up! You’ve no right of saying anything when you’re leaving me, so you can move with your girlfriend. Betrayal!”

“Dude, you were happy about us when I told you.” Lance made a pout, cause that’s exactly how he had felt. Shay was that rare kind of people that seemed so pure for this world. And by the way they acted whenever she came to their flat, he knew they were so so in love… he secretly wished to one day find something like what they had.

“I know… It’s just, I’d be so lonely” he finally admitted, feeling Hunk’s hand on his shoulder. When he turned, he could feel the big boy’s arms around him, in a way it reminded him of his whole family in those big hugs they did when someone felt down. He was going to miss his friends so much.

While he was helping Hunk moving with the help of Shay, he overhead them talking and when he stepped into the room he saw them smiling way too much in his direction. Shay came to help with the boxes, lifting them like they barely weighted a thing. That girl was strong.

Cute and strong.

Lance always joked about how he loved girls who could pick him bridal style and jokingly flirted with Shay, winking at her while telling her that if she wasn’t going out with his best friend, he would totally be at her feet. That always made the girl giggle. Because even if Lance seemed like a flirty lover boy, she knew that wasn’t true at all. Lance was a gentleman to the core. He simply made those comments to make her laugh, overdoing those finger guns everyone secretly adored.

“Hunk told me you’d kinda feel lonely. I’m sorry I’m taking him from you.”

“What?! No Shay, please, don’t apologise for such thing! You both thought about it months ago and I know how happy it makes Hunk and you” he smiled, but Shay could still see the sadness that smile was trying to hide. “Now I’d have the whole flat for myself, living the single’s life. Girls out there get ready for Lancy-Lance!”

Shay shacked her head, stepping closer to him knowing that what she was about to ask was just right.

“So, you wouldn’t mind sharing the flat with a girl, am I right?”

Shay explained him about her own roommate, Allura. When she talked about moving with Hunk, Allura said she had a place to stay and fully supported her friend. But something had happened with said place and Allura had found herself alone with a flat she couldn’t afford and 4 mice. Lance didn’t quite understand the mice part but kept listening. He kinda was in the same situation as Shay’s friend, and being honest, he’d love some company.

Being alone, well, that wasn’t Lance McClain’s thing.

Also, it was Shay the one asking him. He knew she wouldn’t be friends with anyone, less share a flat with them. And for what Hunk had told him, Allura was a really nice girl. And so, he found himself waiting for her to arrive in her car.

He barely knew anything about her. Just her name and that she owed 4 mice. He smiled to himself, imagining sharing his flat with someone Cinderella-like. Would her clothes turn into rags at midnight too?

He was thinking about it when he heard a knock in the door. Shit, he had been sitting by the window so he could see her arrive, for nothing. He rushed to the door, opening it to find himself facing a pile of boxes. He was going to say something when he felt them gravitate towards him. He extended his arms, trying to catch the body behind them.

He felt something warm against his chest, lowering his gaze to find the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen staring at him. They were like galaxies, with confusion shinning inside them. Lance felt his checks burning hot, and his mouth trying to articulate words that never formed in his lips. The stranger beat him to that.

“I’m sorry, looks like I tripped” she smiled, and Lance felt like his heart had stopped. She was so so beautiful “Thank you for catching me.”

“Oh, yes, well, no need to thank!” he finally said, clearing his throat as he gently let her body go, making sure she was steady standing in her feet. “Allura, right?”

“Yes!” she answered with so much enthusiasm Lance felt his knees go weak. “Lance if I’m correct”

“Yup, the one and only. At your service, my lady” he theatrically bowed, giving her a shining smile that faced as soon as he straightened up. “Please come in. Sorry I wasn’t at the door when you arrived, I’d have helped you with the boxes… that are all in the floor. But I didn’t hear anything cracking so they should be fine…”

“Yes, don’t worry, it’s all clothes” she stepped inside, dodging out the boxes as Lance guided her to the centre of what seemed the living room. The floor was wood’s, with the walls painted in blue and white, the same as the furniture, so many plants and big windows with coloured wood that somehow give a Cuban vibe. Well, it made sense as Lance was from there, or so said Shay.

“Your room in this way” Lance said, leading her to an empty space with a small balcony and its own bathroom. “Hunk and I used to sleep here, but as you’re a girl I thought it would give you more privacy, and so I’m staying at Keith’s room now. It’s too blue I suppose. Keith always said this room was like stepping into an ocean, vah, he is too emo to understand the amazingness of blue… oh, but you can paint the walls whatever colour you like, just say the word and we change it!”

Allura blinked, overwhelmed by all the information that left his lips in so little time. When he finally looked her way, expecting some kind of response, Allura was moved by eyes she had not realized were blue before. Blue like an ocean after a storm, so deep it almost felt as if you’d drown in them if you stared too much.

“Oh, but I do like blue” she smiled, making Lance smile as well, giving her a proud look as if only them knew the true value of the colour blue. Allura giggled a little. Shay was right, he was cute indeed.

“Okay! So, let’s bring all your stuff blue-lover-friend!”

And at that, Allura couldn’t help to laugh in a way she had never done in a long time.

“These are Platt, Chulatt, Plachu and Chuchule” she explained with the mice in her hands, showing them to Lance as he left the last box in the floor. “They say it’s an honour to share an apartment with you.”

“So, the mice thing was true” he said, stepping closer to see the mice. He extended a finger to them, mimicking a handshake with their tiny paws. They made a cute noise, which made Lance laugh lightly. “You wouldn’t happen to lose footwear around, do you?”

“No” she raised her eyebrow, mimicking the one Lance had in his own face. “And neither do my carriages turn into pumpkins and my clothes into rags when it’s past midnight.”

Lance couldn’t help to laugh. She had caught his reference! And answered him with such grace! If he had any doubts about her being his roommate, they were all gone. Sharing the apartment with her would be an honour, as the “mice” had said.

N O T E S

banner credit: scientists confirm cuddling with ur gf to be the best feeling in the universe by @cherryandsisters

about it: well it’s a roommate AU -wow, don’t tell me, right?-, in which I picture Lance and Allura sharing an apartment and the different situations they find themselves into with said sharing. “Home is where you are” is like another name for this series.

I’m not sure about the estructure, probably they will chapters following a major plot line but developving independent stories in each of them. Something like revealing little details that will converge into the final chapter? Well, I hope reading the whole thing would be self-explanatory... The lenght of each chapter would vary a lot as well, depends on the inspiration and how the story evolves.

The pov would be changing between Lance’s and Allura’s depending mostly of what character I want to look at the situation with. I mean, that depends on which eyes I want to borrow so is that character the one mixing its feelings with the narrative... something like that.

IMPORTANT THING -> English is not my first language so probably there would be mistakes, like totally, is like a thing you’ve to accept if you keep reading the story. Also when using the Spanish in the fic, it’d probably resemble more the Castillian Spanish than the one used in Cuba -of course I’d try to keep it as accurate as possible- because the first one is my mother tongue and I will rely more on what I speak.

Here are some notes/major plot lines I intend to follow, maybe with some edits to them:

i thought i was safe speaking in my native tongue about you. turns out you took (insert language) as a school elective for 7 years and know pretty much everything i’ve been saying about your beautiful eyes and ass...

you’re hot and i talk about you over the phone with my friends all the time using a code name that we thought was really clever, but it’s actually really obvious and you’ve known all about my Huge Crush on you this whole time and that’s why you’ve been walking around half naked so much

my mom/dad/parent/sibling is in town and is crashing with me, therefore us, and they’re convinced that we’re secretly dating

i have a mad crush on you so i’m going to keep bringing people over to make u jealous but you either don’t give a fuck or are pretending not to notice

bonus notes: I’ve been collecting reference material for the apartment’s appereance aka Pinterest photos and drawings of people’s houses and bedrooms. Because descriptions are easier when you’ve something to describe or at least a concept. As the story keeps going I would make collages and probably even try interior design -I’ll draw the apartment, cause yeah, who cares if I’ve never done it before?!-. I’ll add as well photos for stuff I think could be relevant, such as the clothing or maybe, pufff, the hairstyles?

I’m a visual person and I think having references helps a lot to picture the story on your mind. So I’ll do that, so you can see what I see when I’m writing... or something like that.

Hope you guys enjoy this fic and I’d love to ear your opinions about it. Any questions, ideas, headcannons or suggestions are always welcome!

#allurance #roommate au #home is where you are #my writing #not first time writing a fic but kinda as if it was #it has been so long #this is for the allurance discord who has been supporting this fic even before the first chapter was written #thank you guys #hope you like it and that it is a good contribution to this ship i love so much

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hashtagyourshirt · 6 years ago

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Prompt where Kara is insecure about her body and Lena kisses it better :D

Lena ran to grab the broom and dustpan for the third time tonight. Kara, shaky from a fight with a particularly nasty pus-oozing alien, kept gripping her glass of water too tightly and smashing it all over Lena’s floor.

“Argh!” Kara yelled, her eyes glowing red with frustration. She wanted to pulverize the taunting glass bits on the floor, but caught herself, remembering she was at Lena’s house.

“It’s okay,” Lena said, swallowing her smile. She hated to see Kara so frustrated, but she couldn’t help but chuckle internally at the way Kara’s brow furrowed like a puppy barking at a stranger. It was simply too cute.

Kara let out a calming, yet aggravated sigh. “No, let me,” she said, taking the broom and dustpan from Lena. “I’m sorry I’ve broken so many glasses tonight. I just can’t seem to control my strength right now.”

Lena quirked her eyebrow. “No need to be sorry,” she replied, the right side of her mouth twitching up in a grin. “I kind of like seeing how strong you are,” she purred, bending down to kiss Kara seductively on the side of her neck.

Kara, while enjoying the contact with her girlfriend, felt conflicted, and pulled away from Lena.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, her face flush with the mixture of feelings she was experiencing all at once. “But I just don’t feel too great about being strong right now.” Kara bowed her head, unable to make eye contact with Lena. “It’s just, normally you know I would revel in it,” Lena’s mind drifted to the numerous times Kara used her strength for delicious ways in their relationship, “but tonight? It’s just something that keeps reminding me that I’m not normal.”

Lena expression softened at this, her heart aching for Kara. “Kara,” she whispered, watching her bring the collection of shattered glass to the bin in the kitchen, “I’m so sorry you’re feeling this way.”

Kara shuffled back to the couch, plopping down next to Lena with a small pout on her face. “Me too,” she whispered, staring at her lap. She felt embarrassed that she was feeling this way. Supergirl shouldn’t feel this way.

As if reading Kara’s mind, Lena interjected, breaking up Kara’s thoughts. “Kara,” she took Kara’s hands in her own, “I love you for all of you.” She brought Kara’s hands to her lips, taking time to kiss each knuckle, both palms. “You,” she started kissing up Kara’s right arm, “are extraordinary,” then kissed up her left, reaching Kara’s shoulder.

“And I’m not just saying that because of abilities as a Kryptonian on Earth,” she murmured against Kara’s skin, placing gentle kisses along her collarbone now. “I’m telling you this because it’s the truth.” She kissed down the line of Kara’s exposed flesh, unbuttoning just one extra button to give her more space to kiss. “I’m telling you this because I have been blessed to see your heart, to see you,” she kissed the space of skin that housed Kara’s beating heart beneath it, “and I’ve seen nothing but amazingness,” she kissed up Kara’s neck now, “and bravery,” she trailed more kisses to reach Kara’s ear, “and beauty.” Lena made. point of softly whispering her last words slowly in Kara’s ear. This sent a shiver down her spine.

Kara turned tow face Lena fully now, her heart swelling with such raw love and adoration for the woman she was lucky enough to call hers.

“I love you, Kara Zor-El Danvers,” Lena declared, making certain to meet Kara’s eyes.

“I love you too, Lena Luthor,” Kara replied before pressing her lips gently against Lena’s. They kissed softly, slowly, as if they knew each kiss between them would mend a piece of their heart that had been broken by the harsh world around them.

After a long while, Kara pulled back slightly, resting her forehead against Lena’s, “Let’s go to bed,” Kara breathed.

“Lead the way.”

With that, Kara pulled Lena into her arms, knowing that she had complete control over her strength again, and carried her to their bed where the spent the rest of the night, and early morning, showing each other just how deep their love for one another is.

Send me prompts?

#supercorp #k writes #hurt/comfort #kara danvers #lena luthor

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ovenproofowl · 7 years ago

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a list of some of my favourite things from Infinity War *spoiler warning, obviously*

- Thor and Rocket’s conversation in the pod. Like. I’m still reeling from that.

- The fact that both Thor and Bruce got to keep their characterisations devised from Ragnarok

- Bruce hugging Tony in just ardent desperation and fear and Tony’s just absolute surprise that he’s seeing Banner in-the-flesh after, like, two years of radio silence.

- ThESE GUYS ARE FROM SPACE AND THEY WANT TO STEAL A WIZARD’S NECKLACE

- Return of THAT REALLY OLD MOVIE this time featuring Alien.

- Also, while we’re on the subject, Peter’s legitimate fear that Mantis is going to put her eggs inside of him.

- Peter’s SPIDER LEG SUIT LIKE HOT DAMN

- Gamora.

- That bad-ass fight sequence when all the girls work together to kick serious ass.

- ROCKET AND BUCKY’S SCENE OH MY LORD

- StEVE AND BUCKY HUGGING. STEVE AND BUCKY HUGGING.

- Shuri being the awesome genius she is and totally showing up Bruce with her amazingness.

- WE’RE HERE TO KICK NAMES AND TAKE ASS.

- How long have you been standing there? ..An hour.

- Quill flipping off Thanos before falling backwards into a hole in space like the bad ass bitch he is.

- Nebula escaping Thanos herself because she ain’t no one’s hostage.

- Bucky and Steve stood by each other’s side on the battlefield.

- Just. EVERYTHING that happens in Wakanda from start to finish.

- Rhodey being an absolute legend by making Bruce think he has to bow to the king of Wakanda and T’Challa feeling SUPER awkward about it.

- Hulk just straight up refusing to come out like a petty child and Bruce having to suffer in the Hulk Buster suit because of it.

- While we’re on the subject , Okoye judging the fuck out of Bruce with that vicious side-eye.

- THE STARBUCKS SCENE MAKING IT INTO THE FINAL CUT.

- Despite feeling as though my soul was being ripped out of my body, the scene between Peter and Tony was fucking beautiful and tragic and I may never be the same again.

- “Steve?”

- I WILL NEVER BE OVER THAT LINE OR WHAT FOLLOWS OKAY!? NEVER.

- Steve saying “oh God” with the voice of a man who has just watched the one person he cares about above all else dissolve to ash in front of him. The voice of someone who knows what this means. That Thanos has won.

- Thor appearing out of a rip in space-time to kick everyone’s ass simultaneously.

- RABBIT.

- The end credits turning to dust just like everyone I care about and also my soul.

- The closest Marvel will ever get to an f-bomb very aptly coming from Director Fury himself. Rest in fucking pieces. Literally.

There’s so much more but I’m too mentally exhausted to think of anything else to add. Thank you Marvel, you’ve fucked me up one too many times. Now bring my faves back or-so-help-me.......

#infinity war #avengers infinity war #bucky barnes #steve rogers #bruce banner #t'challa #shuri #tony stark #peter parker #peter quill #gamora #nebula #thor

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naughty-teddy-innit · 7 years ago

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Hi!!! Could you answer these questions? 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? 34. Listening to? 50. Ever used a now and arrow? 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? 90. Opinions on sex before marriage? Thanks! I love your blog ❤

Yay I love these so much and thank you!! I love that you love my crazy, aduly-contented blog!! LOL Xoxoxox Here we go:

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? Honestly? First and foremost, my mama. She’s my rock, my biggest supporter, and the kindest, most loving, selfless person I know. But the other person? And I don’t know if this is weird to say about someone I’ve not yet had the chance to meet in person, but @daisies--daisies. There’s nothing I can’t talk to her about, never a time she hasn’t had my back or made me feel silly or embarrassed, and I just love her to pieces. And also matches my almost obsessive-level Ed love, so it’s nice to know I’m not alone??? lol Almost 2 years later, I’m so lucky to call her my friend!

34. Listening to? Probably the same as above! My mom, my sister, and Miss K. There’s nothing she can’t talk to me about, and she absolutely makes me laugh larder than ANYONE. “26 year old Man Bum”. She knows.

50. Ever used a bow and arrow? Uhhhh...I think in high school gym we had to do archery?? I don’t think I was half bad at it! lol

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? I remember the first thought I had about “When I grew up” was being a kid actor on a TV show. I use to LOVE the original Full House (TGIF y’all) and I desperately wanted to be like DJ Tanner on TV. lol

90. Opinions on sex before marriage? WOO. We goin’ deep. I think sex is such a hugely personal thing, and everyone is gonna have different values/beliefs/feelings. I, personally, was raised to not take it lightly, but I was never pressured to “WAIT”, just to take myself into consideration and that sex is a special thing. And it is. I ended up being a fairly late bloomer, and married fairly young, so my experiences aren’t overly extensive. I actually often wish I did have MORE “experiences”. But I think the thing I want to teach my daughter, who is now 9, is that sex is a can be a wonderful, healthy, pleasurable thing, and there is NOTHING wrong with enjoying it. But respect yourself. If you’re not ready, if you’re not sure? Don’t. C-O-N-S-E-N-T. ALWAYS CONSENT. If you’re into it, if you feel ready, if that person is worthy of YOUR body and YOUR spirit and YOUR amazingness?? Then there is no reason to be ashamed. Dude, Orgasms kinda ROCK, never be ashamed of wanting to share them. Having said all that, if your choice/values/religion is to wait for marriage? There is NOTHING wrong with that either, and any man who is worthy of you? Will deal and wait and respect you.You rock YOUR choices and be confident!

Also. Condoms. Pill. Birth Control. BE EDUCATED and SAFE. You gonna do the dirty, be safe about it. But enjoy the hell out of it IF you’re ready for it!

I think I’m done now. LOL YAY ASKS!

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pangaea-writes-shit · 7 years ago

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My Merman Bride [1/?]

Probably the cheesiest title ever, but I couldn’t come up with a better one. Please note that I’m not the best at English, so if you find any mistakes, feel free to tell me and I will change it immediatley.

The fic is based on this picture a friend sent me and I hope my writing can somehow match the amazingness of it. Go follow the artist if you haven’t already.

The chandeliers sparkled in the light of the many candles littered around the whole dining hall, the floor was polished to the point where it shined, the finest and whitest cloths covered the tables, the most exquisite wine had been brought out, the most delicious food to accompany it, all of it to please the guests, and especially him.

Boring.

"Madame Winsley, I heard your daughter is coming of age soon?" Side glances at him.

Boring.

"Master Jones, have you tried the duck yet? The orange sauce really brings out its flavour!" A fake smile.

Boring.

"I must say, I really admire how you always work hard." A not very subtle cleavage pressing against his arm.

Boring. And annoying.

"Have you heard of the new trend yet? More and more people are getting a mermaid to keep at home."

Bor- no, wait. Interesting.

Alfred tried to catch more of the conversation a few of the countesses were having not too far from him.

"Really? They finally managed to catch them?"

"Only a few ones so far, so they're still expensive."

One of them sighed. "Oh, I wish I could afford one. Maybe even a hunky merman!"

A few gasps and giggles. "Miss Elswood!"

"Don't be fooled by mermen!" One of them butted in. "They also have these 'breeding types'. Males that can bear children!" Her face scrunched up. "It's so weird. And they're not even well built, no muscles, just soft and slender."

"But aren't these the most expensive? Isn't it kind of interesting how they're different from us?"

"Only to someone like you, Madame Caldwell. It's just weird how they're able to get pregnant, if you ask me."

No one asked you.

A collective sigh erupted from the group of gossiping women.

"I wish I could afford one."

"Master Jones probably could. He can afford everything."

"That's true."

Another sigh.

Alfred leaned back in his seat and allowed himself a slight grin. He heard something interesting today. Mermaids, huh. Or mermen. And even rumored 'bearing types'. He wasn't particularly keen on getting one, but he probably had to either way. It was a new trend and only the richest could afford it, he would be looked down upon and gossiped about if he didn't get one. Not that he paid it much mind, but his trading partners did and it would worsen his business. He would have to contact Baldwin about a tank soon.

"... that being said, I trust you to find me the most expensive mermaid or merman that's worth their price."

Alfred's head butler and old friend Henry nodded.

"Yes, Master Jones. I will not disappoint you."

Two weeks later, Henry knocked on the door to Alfred's study.

"I believe I have found the perfect specimen to buy."

Alfred looked up from his paperwork and allowed a smile to slip on his features.

"Well done Henry. Thank you."

Henry bowed.

"If you allow, I will show you my pick tomorrow. The merchant also praised him a lot. I think you'll be satisfied."

Alfred slighty raised one eyebrow.

"So it's a male then?"

Henry bowed again.

"Yes. A breeding type. They're rare and therefore more expensive."

"Well then." Alfred closed a book and clapped his hands together. "I look forward to seeing him tomorrow."

Alfred leaned forward and adjusted his glasses a bit. "Hmm... not bad." He straightened himself again. "How much did you again say he was?"

The merchant coughed discreetly before flashing his thought of a winning smile.

"8000 gold coins, Master Jones. A special price only for you."

Alfred only cocked his head slightly. He knew merchants like that.

"3000 at most. He is pleasing to the eyes, but nothing else. A bit plain if you ask me. Not to mention the eyebrows."

"3-" The merchant choked, "3000?! You must be joking! This specimen can-"

"I don't care." Alfred dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "3000 and no coin more."

"Master Jones, you have to think of me! My family! 7000 is the lowest I can go."

"3500. He may be nice and all, but have you seen his dull eyes? Like a dead fish."

"6000 gold coins, Master Jones, please, that's the lowest I can go. My children-"

"You don't have any children, nor a wife, good sir. 4000 gold coins."

"Fine. 5000! But no lower than that!"

"Deal." Alfred handed him a bag full of coins. He had readied this amount beforehand, knowing that's the lowest price he could get out of the merchant. The merchant opened the bag and gave it one good look over before closing it again. He smiled and stepped aside.

"He's all yours, Master Jones."

Alfred gestured for the workers to lower the net into the tank. The merchant stuffed the bag full of coins in his jacket pocket, his people pleasing attitude had vanished now that the deal had been made.

"So, will you take him as wife or as a slave? I need it for the contract."

Alfred frowned, confused.

"Excuse you?"

"Aah, Master Jones, didn't you know? When buying a mermaid or a merman, you either take them in as a slave or marry them. He may be a male, but since he is a breeding type, it's completely legal to marry him."

Alfred's frown deepened as he thought about it. He didn't really need a slave, his servants did their work and he doubted that dull-eyed merman could do anything he needed. Not to mention, if he married him, all those young girls of noble blood swarming around him, trying to get his attention to marry into a rich family, would finally leave him alone. He didn't dislike girls, nor their attention, but only if it came for the right reasons and not because of the reputation that came with the name 'Jones'.

"I'll take him as my wife." He decided. It was only a ring around his finger. No big deal. He would continue his life as usual.

The merchant pulled a scroll out of the depths of his bag, together with ink and a quill. He unrolled it and read the contents of it once more, before writing down the agreed price of 5000 gold coins and the status of a wife the merman would take as soon as sold. He handed the scroll and the quill to Alfred.

"Here, Master Jones. This is the contract. I need your signature here and also a signature on the copy of it I have here," he pulled out another scroll, "and then we're done."

Alfred took scroll and quill and read the contents of the contract.

CONTRACT

With this, the ownership of the merman Arthur Kirkland , a bearing type male, transfers to Alfred Foster Jones . The agreed price is 5000 gold coins. The purchaser takes the merman as wife . The merman bears the following values:

- fair skin

- bright green eyes

- slender and femine body and face

- green scales mixed with gold

- high birthing ability

- high fertility

- singer at the royal mermen court

- dancer at the royal mermen court

- high artistic talent

- well educated

Alfred raised an eyebrow and internally noted that if he ever were to sell the merman again, he could get a high price for him, even higher than the one he had paid. He signed at the bottom of the scroll, then signed the copy and handed it to the merchant. The merchant gave the workers a sign and they pulled the net with the merman inside out of the tank and carried him over. The merchant put shackles around his wrists, locked them and handed the key to Alfred with a sly grin.

"He's all yours now, Master Jones."

Alfred motioned for the staff he brought with him and they took the merman and carried him to the trailer, placing him in a tub filled with water and strapping him in so he stayed in place. Alfred watched the whole procedure before giving another sign. He got into his personal carriage, the workers in another one that was pulling the trailer. The coachman flicked the whip and they set off, back to the manor.

#usuk #aph america #aph england #mermaid au #fanfiction #chaptered #i really hope this works out #please bear with me #help #chapter 1 #cheesy af

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bitchinlyras · 8 years ago

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21 for the au prompts! Any ship of your choice

OMG OKAY! I FINALLY FINISHED! Y A Y! Sorry it took ssoooo long, I hope you’re happy with the result :)21. best friend’s sibling au (alternatively, read it on ao3)

you, me, and the moon

The first time Amy Santiago hears of Jake Peralta she’s sitting at the kitchen counter editing her essay for English. Her mom, Elena, is in the midst of baking a cake for her younger brother, Alex, and is also on the phone to one of her older brothers, Manny (only a year older than Amy, and just starting college), holding it precariously between her shoulder and ear. It doesn’t take long for the phone to slip and fall, clattering on the kitchen, and bring Amy out of her study trance as Elena swears in Spanish.

“Mijo,” her mother says to Manny, picking up the phone, “talk to your sister, I have to finish off Alex’s cake,”

Elena hands Amy the phone. “Mom,” Amy protests, “I’m studying,”

“Just for two seconds, Amelia. I need to finish off this cake.”

Amy sighs and takes the phone. There’s no protesting when her mother calls her Amelia, plus, she is semi -curious about how Manny is doing at college.

“Hi Manny,” she says, twiddling her pen in her fingers.

“Hey sis!” Manny replies loudly. All her brothers call her ‘sis’ much to her frustration; she wouldn’t be surprised if they’d all forgotten her name.

“How’s college?”

“Amazing, so much better than high school!” Manny says enthusiastically. “You’re seriously gonna love it.”

She smiles to herself. She will love it, and next year it will be her turn to go, finally.

“Yeah, I can’t wait. What’s your roommate like?”

“Oh, Jake? Jake’s awesome,” Manny replies, before calling out “Jake! Are you awesome?!”

A guy, presumably Jake, yells back, “Yep! I’m awesome!”

“Wow,” Amy says sarcastically, “he sounds awesome.”

“Wha’d she say?” Jake calls.

“She said you sound awesome!” Manny yells back at him, and Amy rolls her eyes.

“Tell her she’s right! And ask if she looks like a female version of you!”

“Nah,” her brother replies, “she looks more like a female version of Luis.”

Amy stops listening, and puts the phone down on the counter. “I’m going to study in my room.” she says to her mom, gathering her things, and heading up the stairs before Elena can protest.

How her brothers manage to annoy her whilst away at college astounds her.

It’s almost a year later that Amy actually meets Jake, despite the fact that she seems to hear about him every other day. Whenever Manny calls or visits there’s always another Jake story to tell, most of which are entertaining, but also depict Jake as the sort of person Amy wouldn’t want to to be cooped up with all summer. Yet somehow, that’s what happens.

Jake’s mom is away on an artist retreat all summer, or at least that’s what Manny tells Elena and Victor when he asks if Jake can stay for the summer. Amy’s sure the fact that half her brothers have officially moved out is one of the factors that lead to them agreeing.

The day Amy meets Jake for the first time, it’s hot and sunny, and she uncharacteristically has a stain on her top.

“You must be the famous sister!” is the first thing he says to her after he’s greeted her parents, and Manny, at the door.

“And I’m guessing you’re Jake?” she jokes, raising her eyebrows at him.

“The one and only!” he announces grandly, doing a mock bow, and her eyebrows rise even further. He offers her his hand, not to shake, like he had with her parents, but to high-five.

She high-fives him hesitantly, eyebrows still raised. He’s exactly as goofy as she’d imagined.

“Noice!” he exclaims. “And hey! We’re stain buddies!”

Her forehead creases. “What?”

He points at a ketchup stain on his shirt to a jam stain on hers. It must be from her toast earlier.

Amy blushes. “That’s not usually there,” she mutters defensively.

Jake just grins at her, and heads on inside.

Growing up with seven brothers has given Amy the ability to read and study in any environment, no matter what the disturbance, and Jake is no exception to this rule, at least not at first. Amy spends that first week of summer ploughing through some of the books she didn’t have time to read during the school year, and Jake is but a dull buzz in the background.

“Hey Stain Buddy!” Jake calls out to Amy, who’s sitting on the porch swing out the back, her nose in a book.

Amy doesn’t even realise he’s there until he sits down on the edge of the swing and begins rocking it with his feet.

“I’m reading, Jake,” she says without looking up.

“You read a lot, huh,”

She turns her page. “Mmm,” she responds, not really listening.

“How many books have you read?”

She sighs, and looks up from her book. “Ten,” she tells him.

“Ha! I’ve read fifteen!” He declares proudly.

“Fifty? In your whole life? That’s not many.”

“Fifteen.”

“That’s even worse, Jake,” but she has to suppress a smile this time.

“It’s better than ten,” he says with a shrug.

“Ten, this week,”

“Holy shit, is that even possible?”

This time she really does laugh, and he’s struck by just how adorable she is.

She’s really adorable.

“Um, anyway, I just came out here to ask if you wanted to play scrabble,” Jake says, “cause Manny and I were about to play, and he said you were pretty good,”

“I’m not just very good, I’m amazing, Jake,” she says smugly, “but I kinda just wanna finish my book. ”

“I bet I’m more amazinger,” Jake insists.

“Firstly ‘amazinger’? Not a word. Secondly, you could’ve just said 'more amazing’,” she points out.

“You could’ve just said more amazing,” he mutters defensively.

“What?” she gestures at him, bemused.

“Anyway, I bet I can beat you,” he says cockily.

“Jake,” she raises her eyebrows at him, and speaks slowly for emphasis, “I really, highly doubt it.”

“Really? Because I’m very competitive and very good at scrabble, Amy.”

“There is no one more competitive than me.”

“Ah, yeah there is: a-me.”

“That made no grammatical sense what-so-ever,” she tells him.

“Whatever,” he says, “I’m better at scrabble and more competitiver,” he stares at her challengingly, a playful spark in his eyes, and she knows he’s goading her, but she doesn’t care.

She bookmarks her page and slams her book shut. “Fine, let’s play.” she says, getting off the couch and stalking into the house; Jake follows behind, grinning goofily.

She beats both him and Manny by 300 points.

She starts to like Jake more after that, he’s not just a buzz in the background, he’s fun, he makes her laugh, and he plays along with her competitive antics. They play scrabble every day (as per Jake’s request), and he loses each time, yet insists after every game that he’ll win the next win.

It occurs to Amy that if she’d put any money of these games, she’d easily have a thousand dollars by now.

Her Summer Reading List lies practically abandoned on her desk; she only reads three books over those few weeks — something that Jake is quick to point out (“I haven’t seen you reading lately, Santiago,” “Yeah, because you’re taking up all my time!”).

She’s lying on the couch in the living room, about to start summer book number 14, when Manny and Jake come down the stairs, towels over their shoulders, talking loudly.

“Sis!” Manny says, spotting her on the couch, “I thought you went out with Mom and Alex,”

“No, I decided to stay home, maybe get some reading done.”

“Oh well,” he looks at Jake, “we’re going to the pool, you’re welcome to come, if you’re not doing anything.”

“She’s reading!” Jake exclaims awkwardly, and the two stare at him. “That’s not nothing!”

She shuts her book, frowning at Jake. “I can read anytime. I’ll come.” she hops up and passes them on the stairs, giving Jake a confused look.

“I’ll be ready in five,” she tells them.

“Dude?” Manny gestures questioningly at Jake. “I thought you were fine with Amy hanging out with is.”

“I am!” Jake insists, his voice oddly high. “I just thought she wanted to read, that’s all.”

Manny looks at him suspiciously, but doesn’t push it.

The pool is busy, children running in all directions, tired parents lying on chairs, half heartedly telling their kids to stop running.

They find a shady spot under a tree, which is somehow empty, and dump their stuff under it.

“Okay, I’m going to have a shower—” Amy starts, but Jake interrupts.

“You’re supposed to shower after, Ames,”

“You’re supposed to shower before and after, Jake, everyone knows that,”

“Yeah, but nobody actually does it.”

“Which is disgusting, you have no idea where everybody’s body has been.”

“Life is disgusting, Ames, the pool is no exception. You can’t shower everyday!”

“You don’t shower everyday?”

“And waste all that water? Do you not care about the environment?”

Amy opens her mouth to reply, an indignant look on her face, before Manny interrupts, looking incredulously between them. “You two are impossible.”

Amy rolls her eyes. “Whatever, I’ll be back in five minutes, and I’ll need one of you to put some sunscreen on my back, so don’t get in yet, or your hands will be all wet.” she tells them, walking off to the changing room.

“Dibs not!” Manny says to Jake, as Amy leaves.

“What? Dude, I can’t sunscreen your sister’s back. That’s weird.” Jake protests.

Manny shrugs. “Not my problem.” he takes his shirt off, and runs and jumps into the pool before Jake’s shirt is even over his head.

“Not fair, man!” Jake calls down to him, as Manny treads water.

Manny laughs, and swims away.

Amy is back in five minutes (Jake’s noticed that she’s always scarily punctual), in a sensible looking navy blue bathing suit, and her wet hair done up in a bun; she definitely manages to look better than everybody else at the pool, which was the whole reason he’d been hesitant about wanting her to come. It’s so much easier to pretend somebody isn’t insanely pretty when then have actual clothes on, and not just a bathing suit.

“Let me guess,” Amy says, smiling at him, ��Manny jumped in the pool and now you’re my designated suncreener?”

Jake nods, hoping he looks less awkward than he feels. “Yeah,”

She laughs, handing him the sunscreen and turning around, so her back is facing him. “He’s been doing that since we were kids. Usually Alex is the one who gets stuck, but it looks like it’s you today.”

Jake begins rubbing in the sunscreen, in methodical circles, trying to ignore how nice her skin feels, and how nice it is just to touch her in general. Amy, much too her annoyance, finds her heart beginning to race at his gentle touch, and she gulps, trying to control it.

A girl from Amy’s old book club, Gemma, walks past, and spots her. “Hi, Amy!” she says, enthusiastically, walking over to Amy and Jake.

Jake and Amy are pulled back to reality, jumping away from each other awkwardly.

“Gemma? Gemma, hi! How are you?” Amy says, her face reddening.

“I’m okay, how’s your summer going?”

“Uh, yeah, good,” Amy nods.

“This must be Teddy,” Gemma says, gesturing at Jake, and offering her hand to him before Amy can correct her. “I’m Gemma, Amy and I used to go to the same book club.”

“Uh, thanks, but— sunscreen,” Jake replies, waving his greasy hands around awkwardly.

“He’s not Teddy,” Amy finally corrects her, her face reddening even more. “Teddy’s away at his uncle’s for the summer. This is Jake, my brother’s friend.”

“That’s me,” Jake says, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh sorry, I just assumed…” Gemma trails off, and an awkward silence floats between the three of them, punctured with splashing and children screaming in delight.

“Well I should, um, be getting back,” Gemma gestures vaguely behind her. “It was nice to catch up though, Amy,” she adds with a false brightness.

“Yeah, you too,” Amy replies, as Gemma walks away.

“Ugh, I hate her,” Amy mutters to Jake, as soon as she’s out of earshot. “She’s always so happy and thinks she knows everything, when all she does is steal other people’s ideas. It’s infuriating.”

Jake doesn’t reply, and Amy looks up at him. “Who’s Teddy?” he asks eventually.

Amy gulps. “Um, my boyfriend,” she says quickly, taking the sunscreen from Jake and rubbing some into her arms.

“Oh, okay.” Jake replies, and the awkward tension returns. Amy rubs the sunscreen into her arms vigorously.

“Is there, uh, a reason you never mentioned him?” Jake asks after a moment, scratching his neck.

Amy looks up at him, pretending to be surprised by the question. “I haven’t mentioned him?” she asks, her voice too high.

Jake shakes his head. “No, not once in the four weeks I’ve spent with your family.”

“Oh, well… that’s odd. I’m sure I talk about him all the time.”

They stand in silence for a few moments.

“Um, do you want the sunscreen?” Amy asks eventually.

“Uh, nah, I’m just gonna go join Manny,” Jake replies. He takes off his shirt (during which Amy is suddenly fascinated by the cloudless sky), and bombs into the pool, swimming over to Manny.

She sits on the edge of the pool, watching Jake with a frown on her face.

“Hey, did you know Amy has a boyfriend?” Jake asks suddenly, as he and Manny walk home from the pool — Amy had gone home earlier.

Manny raises his eyebrow. “Yeah, and why do you care?”

“I don’t,” Jake lies defensively. “I just thought it was odd that she never mentioned him.”

“Huh, yeah, odd,” Manny says, in a tone that clearly states he does not care what-so-ever.

“It is a little, you have to admit.” Jake persists.

Manny stops in his tracks, and Jake stops, turning back to him.

“Oh my god,” Manny says, “you like her.”

“What?! No, I don’t!” Jake says way too quickly.

“Dude, you can’t like my sister!” he starts to walk again, faster this time. Jake has to power walk to keep up.

“Well, it’s a good thing I don’t then.”

“It’s weird, Jake.”

“I don’t like her,”

“She has a boyfriend.”

“Like I said, good thing I don’t like her!”

Manny looks at him. “Whatever man, just don’t do anything weird.”

Jake’s sitting on the porch swing staring at the setting sun, the sky a deep pink, as Amy comes out, book in hand, hair up in a towel.

She smiles when she sees him, she hoped he’d be there, they haven’t talked since the pool earlier and she has no real intention to read her book. “You’re in my spot,” she says, jerking him out of his trance.

“Oh, right sorry, I— I can go,” he says awkwardly.

“Jake,” she laughs, sitting down next to him on the swing, “it’s fine. Stay.”

“You’ve got your book,” he protests, lamely.

“Jake,”

He suppresses a smile. “Aye-aye, Santiago.”

She opens her book and fiddles with the fraying edges of her bookmark, looking at Jake. “Hey, can I, um, ask you something?”

His face blanches at what must be record speed.

“Why did you come to stay with us this summer? Is it really because your mom is on an artist retreat?”

That question, no matter how uncomfortable, is miles better than the other he expected her to ask.

“Kinda.” he shrugs, looking away from her, and now it’s his turn to fiddle while he works up the courage to say what he wants, picking at a small hole in the wicker swing.

“Kinda?” Amy prompts.

He looks up at her. “Yeah, she and my dad are on holiday, and she wanted me to come, but my dad—” he gives a raw laugh “—he doesn’t have the best track record, and… I don’t know, I’m just not ready to forgive him, and if Mom is, well then, she is.”

Amy nods solemnly and reaches out to squeeze Jake’s shoulder consolingly; he smiles his thanks to her.

“She said she wouldn’t go, but then Manny suggested coming here for summer, and— well I always wanted a big family, it just sounded… fun, so I told her to go if she wanted to, and I came here.” his eyes don’t leave Amy’s, and she suddenly finds her throat dry, and her breath caught in it. She lets go of his shoulder and leans back, twisting her hands in her lap.

Jake looks away from her, and gulps, his eyes back on the sunset.

“Well, I’m glad you came,” Amy says loudly, after a moment.

He looks back at her, his eyebrows raised and a slight grin on his face. “Yeah?”

She nods firmly. “Yeah, you’re a pain in the ass half the time, but hey, I grew up with seven brothers, and…” she trails off, their eyes locked on each other again, her words momentarily lost. This time Amy gulps, her beating a little too fast. “You’re fun,” she finishes quickly with a shrug.

Jake can’t hide his smile. “Glad to have entertained you, Santiago,”

She rolls her eyes and whacks him with one of the cushions. “Oh, shut up.”

“I’m gonna hold that over you, now,” he teases.

“Shut up.”

“Everyday.”

She whacks him with the cushion again. “I’m reading now.”

He raises his hands innocently, but there’s a smirk on his face. “Don’t let me stop you,”

“You are the worst, Peralta,” she grumbles, as she opens her book and begins to read.

“I thought I was fun?”

She gives him the lightest of kicks.

“Abuse!” he cries, and she rolls her eyes.

They stay on that porch swing until the sun has well and truly set and sky has moved from deep pink to a velvet blue, the moon hanging above them, smiling; Amy reading, and stealing glances of Jake over her book when he’s not listening, and Jake staring at twilight sky, lost in thought, stealing glances of Amy when he can.

Neither of them mention Teddy.

The weeks pass like a dream, filled with day long road trips with Jake and Manny, with laughter and setting suns, with many more games of scrabble and a few games of monopoly that leave the family ties fragile for a few days, with a haze of evening porch swing conversations, and with no mentions of Teddy. The only night they don’t have a porch swing conversation is when they set up the projector outside one evening and watch Die Hard, whilst making s'mores on a fire, and whilst Die Hard isn’t the best film according to Amy (she and Jake have a whole evening porch swing conversation just about films), it’s high up there if you add Jake wearing a tank top and acting out his favourite scenes as they happen.

And okay, she likes hanging out with Jake, she likes talking to him, but she doesn’t like him like that, or at least that’s what she mentally tells herself whenever Teddy calls and asks her what she’s doing.

It’s been almost a month since they spoke about Teddy when Jake finally summons the courage to ask about him.

It’s not that he’s jealous, well, maybe he is a little, but he is genuinely curious.

They’re sitting on the porch swing, the sky a yellow melting into a dim blue.

“What’s Teddy like?” Jake asks, making sure to get the words out all at once so he wouldn’t chicken out half way through.

Amy looks at him, surprised.

“I mean, you don’t have to to talk about him if you don’t want to,” Jake babbles, and Amy watches on, amused, “it’s just… I’ve been trying to picture you with a guy— not that I’ve been picturing you, wow that… sounded even worse. I just meant—”

Amy finally takes pity on him, and interrupts, laughter in her eyes. “Jake, stop, it’s fine, I was just taken by surprise, that’s all.”

Jake nods, and sighs with relief. “Okay,”

“Teddy’s…” she fiddles nervously with the hole in the porch swing, not looking at him, unsure what to say, “nice,” she says, finally (and rather pathetically, she thinks to herself).

“Nice? Well that’s always a good quality in a guy.” Jake teases, and Amy whacks him.

“You know what I mean, he’s sweet, and he’s into lots of the same stuff as me, I don’t know, we just get along, I guess, he doesn’t… I don’t know,” her eyes still don’t meet his.

Jake’s listening intently. “He doesn’t what?”

She looks at him, and he holds her gaze. “He’s safe,” she says finally, “he doesn’t make me do things outside of my comfort zone.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I… I don’t know.”

They stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, the sound cicadas chirping and the distant arguing of her brothers filling the air.

Amy looks away. “Sometimes I wish I could do something careless, y'know? Something dangerous and reckless,”

Jake laughs. “What’s dangerous and reckless in Amy Santiago’s book?”

“Hey! I can be dangerous and reckless if I want,” she tells him, grinning.

“I wouldn’t bet against you,” he smiles.

She sighs. “It’s tiring being me sometimes, and I just wish… sometimes I could be more carefree, that’s all.”

She stares at the darkening sky, as the moon rises and the stars start to appear; she can feel Jake’s eyes on her.

“Well, it might be tiring being you, but I think you’re doing a good job.” Jake murmurs, and Amy feels a smile spread across her face.

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,”

“Shut up.” he looks away from her, smiling widely.

Manny, Alex, Amy, and Jake are all sitting on the living room floor, gathered around the coffee table playing monopoly; the fan is on, blowing a cool breeze on them in the hot weather and tickling the worn monopoly money. The doorbell rings and Alex, Amy, and Manny all automatically touch their nose, Jake looks around at them in confusion for a moment before groaning.

“Ugh, not again,”

“No finger on nose means you gotta go do it,” Amy says, “thems the rules, Peralta.”

“There’s no way that was grammatically correct,” he says, and she pokes out her tongue.

The doorbell rings again.

“Just go mate,” Manny says, giving Jake a light shove.

Reluctantly, Jake gets up and goes over to answer the door, highly aware of Amy’s eyes are on him.

He opens the door to a rather average looking guy.

“You must be Jake!” the guy says pompously, and Amy does a double take at the voice.

“Yes… and you must be?” Jake asks, confused and bewildered as the average guy begins to shake his hand vigorously.

“Teddy!” Amy cries in surprise, getting up and rushing over to him.

“Hey, babe!” he says, giving her a hug, and Jake jumps back awkwardly.

“Teddy,” he says, “as in Teddy: Amy’s boyfriend.”

“The very same,” Teddy says, an arm around Amy.

Amy grimaces, and glances at Jake, giving him an apologetic look.

“I didn’t, uh— I thought you weren’t coming back for another two weeks,” Amy says, unhooking herself from Teddy’s arm.

“I wasn’t, but then I thought, hey, why not come back to surprise you!” Teddy replies.

“What a, uh, lovely surprise,” Amy says, sounding strained.

Teddy, luckily, doesn’t notice how uncomfortable Amy seems to be, and goes over to say to Alex and introduce himself to Manny.

Amy glances awkwardly at Jake as Teddy talks loudly, and Jake raises his eyebrows at her, happily bemused at her awkwardness around Teddy.

“Um, Teddy, how about we go for a walk or something?” Amy proposes, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. “Let’s get some of that air!” she adds loudly when he doesn’t reply, and Jake has to stifle a laugh.

Teddy looks over at her confused. “It’s like 100 degrees,”

“And we’re right in the middle of a monopoly game,” Alex protests.

“Exactly!” she says, still talking too loudly, ignoring Alex. “Nothing like the summer air!”

“Uh, okay,” he shrugs, “I’ll see you guys later,” he adds to Alex, Manny, and Jake, as Amy pulls him quickly out by the wrist.

Alex sighs. “I guess we’ll just give her stuff back to the bank.” he begins to sort Amy’s money and properties (she’d been smashing them all to no one’s surprise), as Jake comes at sits back down, a smug look on his face.

Manny frowns at him, suspicious. “What?” he asks Jake.

Jake shakes as head, suppressing a smile. “Nothing,”

Manny look at him disbelievingly. “What?” he asks again, with more insistence.

“Nothing… it’s just, that’s Teddy? That’s Amy’s boyfriend?”

“Yeah, so?”

“He just seems so…” Jake trails off, trying to find the right words.

“Boring? Bland?” Alex prompts.

“Yeah,” Jake gestures at Alex.

“He is.” Alex confirms. “He is mind-blowingly numb. If Amy has to date someone, can’t he at least be someone even mildly interesting?”

Teddy comes over for dinner that night, and he’s just as dull as Alex said he was. He tells them all about spending the summer at his uncle’s beer factory, where he helped bottle exactly 2678 bottles of pilsner.

“So Teddy,” Jake says as serious as he can muster, “you seem to really enjoy the beer business.”

“Oh yes,” Teddy says sincerely, “when I finish college I want to go work there, and then take over when I’m older, make it pilsners exclusively of course.”

Jake catches Manny’s eye, who fakes a sudden coughing fit to hide his laughter; Amy scowls and pushes her food around her plate with her fork.

“You also seem to really like pilsners,”

“I kills for those pills,” Teddy laughs, glancing at Amy, who gives a loud, fake laugh.

Jake raises his eyebrows and Manny really does laugh out loud this time, though he manages to play it off as laughing with Teddy, rather than at him.

After dinner, Jake sits at on the porch swing, staring at the moon, and Amy stays inside with Teddy.

They don’t talk on the porch the night after either, or the night after that, and soon it’s been almost a week. Amy watches Jake throughout the day when she gets the chance; sometimes he’ll catch her eye and smile, but there’s something sad about it. He’s different, they’re different, and she hates it.

“Are you okay, Amy?” Teddy asks, pausing the film they’d been watching. They’re sitting in his living room watching a documentary about typewriters, and even though it’s the sort of thing Amy would usually enjoy, she couldn’t concentrate.

She looks over at him, distracted. “Huh? Yeah, I’m just… I’m a bit distracted today, that’s all.”

“Yeah, you seem out of it,”

“I’m, um— I think I’ll go home actually,” Amy tells him, standing up suddenly.

“Amy?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says quickly, running out of there before he can stop her.

The evening air is warm and hugs her as she hurries home. She sits out stubbornly on the porch swing, ignoring her mother as she asks Amy why she’s home so early. She sits there and refuses to look at the setting sun as she pushes the swing back and forth angrily with her feet, her arms wrapped around herself.

She was having the perfect summer, quite literally the textbook definition of a perfect summer, and it just suddenly feels so wrong.

“This seat taken?”

She looks up and a smile breaks across her face. “You’re here,” she breathes happily.

“Well I tried to run away but your mom caught me,” Jake jokes as he sits down, and she smiles again, drawing her knees up to her chest, hugging herself as the sun disappears.

They sit in silence for a few moments, the moon settling in the sky.

“I think I’m a bad person, Jake,” Amy murmurs after a moment, and he looks at her, not sure whether to laugh or cry out in horror.

“You’re kidding, right?”

She looks over at him, and he can see in her eyes that she’s not kidding.

“You’re not, Ames, you’re the best person,” he says sincerely, resting his hand on her arm.

She smiles slyly and raises her eyebrows slightly at that.

“Well, you know, not the best, but not a bad one, an okay one! A good one, even!” he babbles, waving his hands awkwardly in the air, and she laughs, her eyes shining.

“You’re a good person,” he adds softly.

“Even if I’m not treating someone right, right now?”

“Yeah, you’ll do the right thing eventually, I know you,”

She smiles shyly and nods.

She calls Kylie, her best friend since childhood who’d moved to Canada a few years back, the next morning, in desperate need of some clarity that wasn’t coming from, well, Jake.

“Kylie!”

“Amy! How are you going?” Kylie answers excitedly.

“Good, mostly, I just really need your advice, and even though I would hate for any of our conversations to not pass the Bechdel test—”

“God forbid,”

“God might have to allow,”

“Even us talking about God doesn’t pass the Bechdel test,” Kylie points out.

“Not true, we don’t know God’s gender,”

“Good point, Detective Santiago,”

Amy pokes her head outside her bedroom door to check her brothers aren’t within earshot; the hallway is empty, and she flops back down onto her bed with a sigh.

“Okay,” she starts.

“Go,” Kylie commands.

“I think I need to break up with Teddy,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Reasons?”

“So many.”

“Do any of them begin with 'J’ and end in 'ake’?”

“One thing at a time, Kylie,”

She spends the whole of that afternoon drafting the perfect break up speech to Teddy, the mountain of scrunched up paper in her trash can seems to increase with every passing minute; at one point Alex comes in and tries to steal one of them, but she sends him running with just a withering stare.

It’s just gone four o'clock when she’s satisfied, it’s kind but firm, apologetic and thankful, she’s happy with it.

“Sis! Where you going?” Manny calls as she comes down the stairs; he and Jake are playing video games in the living room.

“Out, bro,”

“Ugh, don’t call me 'bro’.”

“Don’t call me 'sis’,”

“Where are you going?”

She rolls her eyes. “Out.”

“To see Teddy?” he teases.

Her eyes meet Jake’s briefly, and she gulps, looking back at Manny. “Just out.”

She memorises her speech on the way there, reading it and whispering it.

“Just keep a cool head, Amy,” she tells herself, as she knocks on his door.

Teddy answers, luckily, she’s not sure she could handle the pressure of talking to his parents right now.

“Amy! I called you earlier but you never answered. Do you wanna go out tonight or something?”

“I need to talk to you!” Amy announces, too loudly.

Teddy frowns, and steps out of the doorway, shutting the door behind him. “Um, okay? Is everything alright?”

“Teddy, you have meant so much to me this past year, and you’ve been such a wonderful high school boyfriend, but—”

“Whoa,” he steps back, “are you breaking up with me?”

“No!” she replies automatically, and his face relaxes almost immediately. “I mean yes!” she corrects herself quickly. “I just wasn’t at that part yet, I wrote a speech,” she pulls the piece of paper out of her back pocket and waves it in the air pathetically.

Teddy stares at her, dumbfounded.

“Um, can I— can I continue?” she stutters.

When he doesn’t reply she takes that a yes, and continues. “You’ve been such a wonderful high school boyfriend, but—”

“Can I just ask one thing? Why?” Teddy interrupts rudely.

“That’s what the speech is for,” she replies, confused.

“Does it have anything to do with Jake?”

She is not ready for that.

“What? Jake… Jake is completely separate from this!” she tells him angrily. “Jake has nothing to do with you and me.”

“He sure seems to have a lot to do with you, and you with him!”

“No, okay, no! I wrote a really fucking great breakup speech, that I’m pretty sure would get an A+ if there were grades for this sort of thing!”

“Not everything is about grades, Amy!”

“Not everything is about pilsners, Teddy!” she retorts back.

They glare at each other for a few moments, in which Teddy’s younger sister runs towards them, grinning. “Do you guys wanna play chasey?”

“Not right now, Daisy.” Teddy says through gritted teeth, and Daisy pouts, slinking off.

Amy passes him the speech. “Just read it if you really think this is about Jake. Jake made me realise I need be supported. You don’t give me that.”

Teddy takes the speech, and watches Amy walk away.

“I broke up with him,” Amy says into the phone, that evening.

“How’d it go?” Kylie asks on the other end.

“Kinda crap,”

“At least you can move onto Jake now!” she teases.

Amy rolls her eyes. “We’re failing the Bechdel test, again.”

She’s not really sure what to do now, how to communicate to Jake that things are different. She considers just outright telling him, but decides that would be too weird and abrupt; she tries catching his eye and smiling, hoping her happiness would convey that the awkwardness between them can be over, but he gives her the same sad smile he’d been giving her since Teddy arrived. She’s not asking for anything, she just wants the summer she had before Teddy came back, the Jake she had before Teddy came back.

It’s three days since the break up, and Amy is coming downstairs in her pyjamas to say goodnight to her parents when she spots him. Jake, outside on their porch swing. She smiles, and walks quickly out to him.

The sky is dark, the moon hidden behind the clouds as she goes out to join him. “Hey,” she says cautiously.

He beams up at her, and she feels relief flood her veins. “Hey,” he breathes.

She sits down beside him, smiling back, and the moon emerges from behind the clouds. “Summer’s almost over,” she murmurs.

“Yeah,” Jake says, “just two and a bit weeks.”

She looks up at the moon. “I wish it was longer.”

Jake knocks lightly on Amy’s door, and she looks up from the book she’s reading by her dim bedside lamp.

He opens the door slowly. “Ames?” he whispers, poking his head around her door.

She puts her book down. “Jake? What do you want? It’s past eleven.”

Jake steps into her room, shutting the door behind him, and tiptoes dramatically to sit on her bed (Amy has to stifle a laugh).

“Remember how you said you wanted to be carefree and do something reckless?”

Despite herself she’s intrigued. “Yes,”

“Okay, well come out with me right now,”

“What? It’s past eleven, Jake! We can’t just go out!”

“How old are you? Eight?” he teases.

She rolls her eyes. “Jake.”

“Amy,” he grins.

“Jake, we can’t. I’ve never snuck out before,”

“Neither. There’s a first time for everything right?”

She stares at him, momentarily lost. “Okay, but why?”

‘Why?”

“Yeah, why? I told you that ages ago. Why now?”

Because I like you, he wants to say. Because I want to spend time with you and I want you to be happy.

“We’ve got two weeks of summer left, why not?”

She can’t help herself, a smile spreads across her face. “Okay, fine,” she’s grinning now, and Jake beams back. “But if anything happens,” she adds, mock sternly, pointing a finger at him.

Jake raises his hands. “It’s all on me.”

“You bet it is, Peralta. Now get out, I have to change.”

She shoos him away, and he stands patiently outside her door, rocking back and forth on the balls of feet, not really believing his crazy plan worked.

She emerges a few minutes later in a top and jeans, and, giggling like idiots, they rush quickly out of the quiet house.

“Okay, so where are we going?” Amy asks him as they walk along the street, lit poorly by the orange street lights.

“It’s a surprise!”

“You’re surprises are always terrible, Jake!”

He gasps in mock horror. “How dare you, Amy Santiago!”

She laughs, rolling her eyes.

One bus ride and twenty minutes later they end up outside a club.

“No way, you are not taking me to a club, Jake!” Amy exclaims.

“Carefree, remember, Ames?”

“You need to be twenty one!”

“Ah, come this way, milady!” he takes her by the hand and leads her around the back.

The door at the back is abandoned and Amy stares in horror as Jake begins to expertly pick it.

It swings open and he grins.

“Jake.”

“Your wonderful brother taught me this,”

“Manny?” she asks in disbelief.

“Yep, he’s more of a badass than he would care to admit.”

“This is gonna be the weirdest night of my life,”

“The best night of your life!” Jake corrects.

The club is packed and hot, and Amy holds tightly onto Jake’s hand as they weave through the crowd.

She looks around at all the mostly drunk twenty year olds and their terrible dance moves, and laughs.

Jake smiles at her. “WHAT?!” he yells over the thumping music.

“NOTHING!” Amy yells back. “IT’S JUST… EVERYBODY LOOKS SO RIDICULOUS!”

Jake laughs. “AS RIDICULOUS AS ME?!” he asks as he begins to do a very poor Irish jig.

They emerge an hour later, exhilarated and sweaty, adrenaline running through both of them. Holding hands, they run down the street, laughing; the moon watching them from the midnight black sky.

They stop as they come to the gardens, both out of breath. Amy leans over, catching her breath, and Jake watches her, his eyes shining.

“Okay,” she breathes, beaming at him, “that was fun,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They stare at each other for a moment, both breathless and smiling.

“The night is but young, Santiago,” Jake finally says.

She raises an eyebrow. “What does that mean exactly?”

He offers his arm, and she takes it. “You’ll find out soon enough,”

‘Soon enough’ occurs in fifteen minutes when they’re standing outside the closed city Art Museum.

She looks at him, smiling. “It’s shut, Jake, but thank you,” she squeezes his arm gently, and rests her head on his shoulder briefly, looking up at the beautiful building.

But Jake doesn’t look at all disappointed, in fact, he’s grinning again. “Didn’t you once say you wished you could have a whole museum to yourself?”

She lifts her head up and looks at him incredulously. “Jake, we are not about to break into a museum,”

He smirks. “Who ever said anything about breaking in?”

“Jake?”

Five minutes later they’re being let in by the security guard, Jake’s neighbour.

“I’m still pretty sure this is illegal, Jake,” Amy murmurs.

“Not if your uncle is on the board,”

She stops dead in her tracks. “Your uncle is on the board?! Why did you never tell me this?!”

“Ames, hush, we’re in a museum,” he teases.

“Jake!”

He shrugs, “The whole side of my Mom’s family are into art stuff, hence why she’s an art teacher,”

Amy grins. “That is so cool.”

“I’m glad you think so,” he replies, smiling to himself.

They spend a good two hours wandering around the museum; Amy telling him all about the different paintings, and how she wants to study art history at college. He listens attentively, basking in her glowing enthusiasm.

Every now and then she catches him looking at, and she blushes, smiling as she looks away.

“Jake,” Amy says as they walk along the almost deserted street, music coming from a nearby pub, “this was amazing. Best night ever.”

“Really?”

“Oh, a hundred percent,”

It’s Jake’s turn to blush and look away, a smile on his face.

“Can I ask you something?” she murmurs.

“Of course,”

“Why? Why tonight? Why me? Why all of this?”

“Because I… I wanted you to have a good memory of this summer,” he replies truthfully.

“This whole summer’s been a good memory,”

“You do know how to flatter a man,”

Amy opens her mouth to reply, when Jake stops in his tracks, outside of the pub, which is almost empty.

“What?” Amy asks, looking at him confused.

“Listen,”

She pauses, listening, recognising the start of ‘Dancing in the Moonlight’. She looks up at the silver moon overhead, and then back to Jake, who is offering his hand. “May I have this dance, milady?”

Smiling, she takes his hand, and they dance slowly on the spot, underneath the light of the moon, and it’s the most cliché, romantic, magical thing that’s ever happened to either of them.

“You’re a really good dancer,” Amy murmurs letting him take the lead.

He smiles. “I did ballroom dancing from the ages of six to fourteen,”

She gapes, laughing. “No way!”

She smiles at him, her breath caught as she looks into his eyes; they’re so close, their hearts are beating against each other, and never before has she wanted to kiss him this badly. The world is just them, the music, and the night sky above them, the moon smiling, electricity coming down from the stars and crackling around them.

She stares at him. “I— I broke up with Teddy,” she finally whispers.

He stops dancing. “What?”

“A week ago,”

“Amy,” his voice his hoarse, “what… what does that mean?”

She can feel her heart racing as she looks into his eyes, trying to find the words.

She can’t, so she kisses him.

And it’s beautiful and profound, they’re lost in each other. Her hands are on his face and neck, and his are on her back, pulling her into him. It’s the perfect kiss, in the middle of the night, under the moon and stars, a kiss that’s been the whole summer in the making.

When they finally stop, Jake’s hands slide down her back, linger at her waist, and hers rest on his chest, where she can feel his hammering heart.

He smiles softly. “I’ve, uh, wanted you to do that for a long time,”

She lets a small laugh. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

They walk home hand in hand, whispering and laughing together; it’s almost sunrise by the time they get home, and Amy presses her lips to Jake’s one last time, before going back to bed. She flops down onto her bed, a smile on her face that can’t come off.

“Manny? Can I ask you something?”

It’s early afternoon, and Manny and Jake are on the couch in the garage playing video games.

Manny raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, shoot,”

“It’s about Amy,”

Manny sighs, and pauses the game, putting down his controller. “You wanna ask her out,”

Jake winces. “Maybe? Would that be totally weird?”

“I mean, yeah, it would be a bit, but— I mean, you’re a good guy, and I think she likes you, so sure,” he says, trying to not sound as awkward as he feels.

“Really?” Jake grins.

“Yeah, of course,” Manny replies, unpausing the game.

They play for a few moments, but Manny can see Jake acting restless out of the corner of his eye, and pauses it again.

“You wanna go ask her right now, don’t you?”

“Can I? I just really li—“

“Rules: no talking about her much you like her or how great she is, or any, y’know, stuff,”

“Aye aye cap’n!” Jake says gleefully, before running out of the garage.

Amy, to no surprise, is out on the porch swing, book in hand.

“Hey,” Jake says, as he sits down next to her.

Amy looks up, smiling, and shuts her book. “Hey,”

They both sit there in silence for a moment, before Jake clears his throat. “So, um, I was thinking that, maybe, we should go on a date sometime.”

“Wasn’t that what last night was?” Amy asks, smiling slyly.

Jake reddens. “Not officially,”

“Well, I highly doubt any date could top last night,”

“Oh trust me, I’ll find a way,” he assures her, and she giggles, kissing him gently.

“Get some, sis!” comes Alex’s voice.

The two pull away, horrified, to see Alex watching them through the kitchen window.

“Go away!” Amy yells at him, annoyed.

He grins cheekily, and prances off, singing, “Amy and Jake, sittin’ in a tree: K, I, S, S, I, N G!”

“Well for starters we’re sitting on a porch swing,” Amy grumbles.

Jake laughs, beaming at her.

The last two weeks of summer past much like the rest of the did, in a haze of happiness, except this time with kissing and handholding thrown in, which both Amy and Jake deeply appreciate (though Manny seems to be less enthusiastic about it).

“It’s only a half an hour drive between colleges,” Jake is saying, holding Amy’s hands, as they stand out the front, to see him and Manny.

“I know, Jake,” Amy smiles.

“Okay, well, I’ll see you in a couple of days then,” he smiles back at her, giving her a quick kiss. He thanks her parents for having him, and gives some of her brothers a hug, before hopping in the car with Manny.

“Wait!” Amy calls out, and runs down to the car. She sticks her head through Jake’s open window and gives him one last kiss. Manny makes a noise of disgust, whilst Alex cheers behind them.

“Um, okay,” she says embarrassed, her ears red, “I’ll see you guys soon.”

She joins her brothers again, giving Alex a slap, waving as Manny and Jake drive away.

“That’s the last time I ever invite you over for summer,” Manny says to him.

Jake grins, putting his feet up on the dashboard. “Your mom already invited me.”

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ionica01 · 8 years ago

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Maud girl, I love you, but you'll hate me for this ramble😅 A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed. Well, I'll go with all of them. For OTP, my biggest are EdWin and Royai (from FMA), Karmanami from Assassination Classroom and NaLu from FT. Friendships... I love GrayLu platonically and RoyxMaes is the best brotp😍 and of course I freaking loooove all friendships from Haikyuu and Akatsuki no Yona... And I love Zen and Mitsuhide's relationship in Akagami no shirayuki-hime and Al and Ed are best bros and the freaking platinocial relationship between Handa and Naru gets me everytime and I should probably gp to the next ask before I ramble more than necessary. B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind. Asano x Nakamura... I never even imagined them as a couple... Until I read a perfect fanfiction... And now I ship⛵️⛵️ C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will. I'll be hated.... But EdxRoy (just no, okay?! Mustang's like a dad to Ed!!) and Shirayuki x Obi because Zen😍😍 (I love their friendship tho) D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t. Yamaguchi x Yachi because I wnat Yams to be happy... But HinaYachi is love, HinaYachi is life!! E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what? Not yet, but I joined FMABigBang so I'll add Ed being an overprotective drama queen (or rather, king) dad, so stay tuned! F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom? Hmm... Almost a year in the FT fanfom!!! Happy birthday, I guess? G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it? I live for my OTPs! (Which just proved why I'm still single... I have my whole life aheeeaaaad~~) I think one of my first conscious OTPs (in that I knew what that was) was Harry x Hermione and it was shattered to pieces... Damn you, JK Rowling! (I still love you). H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)? Hmm... Anime. Because it's lively and you can actually picture the characters miving when reading a fanfic! I agree with manga too... And sometimes books. Movies feel just too real to be placed in cartoons, though. I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why? No, but the haters were closed to it. Tho I did stop liking the small Usagi Drop fandom because of the manga spoilers that ruined my experience... To those who want to watch it, take my friendly advice, PLEASE don't read the manga. The anime is the fluffiest thing, so please just watch that. J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.) Bnha, which is why I started reading it. And Voltron.... I'll watch that soon, too. K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc? Uhm... Well that's a hard one. I absolutely love the subtle and endearing development in Oreki (hyouka) and Haruhi in Ouran, but my favourite has to go to Tsukki for how well-built it was!! Furudate-sensei, I bow im front of you. Also, honrable mention to Karma in Assassination Clasroom. L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.) I don't especially love oikawa. I admire him a tone, and I have a lot of his quotes forever saved in my phone, and I think he's the best setter of them all (I'm sorry, he has more experience and tehnique than Kags or Asaaahi, tho I agree that they'll become better than him in one year's time). So there: I aknowledge his amazingness altough he isn't my fave. M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend. Edward. I want to spend a full day with him and learn how alchemy works (and we'd complain together about how short we are). Also, Haruhi: I feel like she'd give the best advice when I'd need it. N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice). My faveourite fandom is FMA: everyone gets love and attention, and there's little to no hate. What I'd like for it is to make it alive again! I mean, there are events and the such, but the manga finished almost 10 years ago, guys! I hope the new live action will bring us back alive. O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of? Hmm... Well On my Own by Ashes Remain was the first one that popped into my head and it kind of reminds me pf Natsu. He's that character that would always smile, but he's always surpressing his feeling ('I've been stuck in a cage with my doubt/I tried forever getting out on my own') P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas). Random AU...? Honestly, I'm not the biggest AU fan, but if I had to, I'd choose 'we've been stuck in a traffic jam for two hours and we're bored, let's play cards; hey wait Gray, you're cheeting; no way I'm not!; mira, doing cutesy things won't help you win... Laxus don't give in!!; if Laxus is allied with Mira so is the thunder legion! Then I'm starting one on my own! Erza, I'll join... Great, now we have Wendy on Erza's side... All dragon slayers together! And exceeds! Wait lucy, starting a female club isn't gonna help ya! ...guys? That's not how you play pocker!' AU. Okay, I may like this one in particular. Maybe I'll write it:) Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why. I've abandoned the HP fandom. I still like the books, but I kinda grew out of it...? (And into anime😇) R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom? Uhm... In which one? If I'm going with FT, my favourite friendship is GrayLu. In FMA, it's a tie... I love Roy/Hughes brotp and Al/Ed brotp. In Haikyuu... Damn they're too many to choose! But I'd say the Karasuno third years: they have such a tight-knit bond!! And in AssClass it would be Karma/Okuda (it's canon in my mind but friendship in the manga). I just love how easygoing they are. Also, I love Karma/Nagisa in the second half. S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged) Hmm... There are many. My fetish is seeing people sleep: I think you can tell alot about their inner selfes from the position they use when sleeping and from their habits, because they can't control or put up a façade when it comes to that. So my headcanon is that despite being loud and obnoxious, Natsu actually occupies less space than Lucy when sleeping: he takes a baby-posture, while she lashes all over the bed, sometimes punching him im sleep unintentionately. Natsu learnt to deal with it: he actually likes holding Lucy close to make sure she's safe while sleeping. She doesn't mind, especially not during winter. Oh and they also cuddle with a cup of hot coffee in their hands during the morning. Just an after-thought~~ T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? I do! I don't care if you agree or not, but Karma can be sweet, okay? Like he can actually be a good boyfriend (tho maybe a bit possessive). He's the best at telling what's on Okuda's mind and he always buys her toffee when she's feeling down. Oh and also, Riza is a very good mother, always putting her family first. Just letting you know. U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites. Yes!! 1)Karma-assassination classroom. He's that one character that believes he's the best, only to get proven that he can be wrong. What's evenbegter is how he has room to develop and grow to be a better person... Plus, it seems I have a thing for evil goofballs. 2)This is a hard one, but Ed/Roy-Fullmetal Alchemist. I abso-freaking-lutely love all the characters in FMA, but these two attracted my attention. Ed because of how he thinks, how he wants to do good deeds in spite of his thorny exterior and how he miserably fails. I love the way he admits his failures and the way he deals with them can be childish (he's 14, for God's sake!) but he learns from them. Also, Roy because even though he went through Ishval, he still dreams of making the world a better place. I can respect a man who doesn't step over the ethics just to achieve that dream and who always bends and avoides hurting others, while never giving up. Maybe it's a dream, but I very much resonate with it. 3) Lucy from FT. She's the one character in Fairy Tail that has enough of a backstory and is weak enough to evolve. Moreover, she's not your typical girl: yes, she cares about how she looks, because she IS an woman, but she also cares about what's on the inside. She cares about her friends more than anything and even without being the strongest mage, still puts herself in danger for them. I love her resolve and her cute side, too. V - Which character do you relate to most? Hmm... Haruhi Fujioka from Ouran Highschool Host Club. Haruhi is the type to do things on her own and she repells the help of others to do her thing, which I also tend to do. Also, she shoulders a lot of her worries by herself. Plus, she never judges people on appearance and doesn't care about her own (being a girl, that's rare and helps me relate all the more). I just love her😍 (and sometimes am compared to her by my friends). W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom. Whiny female protagonist. I'm not a feminist or anything, but I've had enough of that! Yes, we all want a prince charming, but we can carry ourselves, thank you very much. X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom. Someone pursuing their dreams. Also, I love genre deconstructions (browny points if it's comedic). Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)? Voltron and Yuri on Ice (I feel like I've watched this shows even though I haven't). Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.) Don't tempt me, I will! ( I kinda have this whole post tho) Okay so I'll rant about FMA because I feel it doesn't get all he love it deserves!!! (And because I refrained from fangirling on it up to now) And since we're talking FMA, let's talk Roy Mustang (you knew this would come). Roy is just one of those very strong people that are actually just goofballs on the interior and need love. Seriously, let's take a look at what this guy went through, ok? He's an orphan, but he never complains and learnt to love his cousins (sisters) and aunt (mom). He was taught by a pretty crazy (very talented, but Hawkeye did have a screw loose for inscripting a tatoo on Riza's back and you can't convince me otherwise) alchemist, and yet he managed to become the next flame alchemy. Despite being told not to, he joined the military with a childish dream and even after learning of the harsh reality in the Ishval war, he still went on believing that he can make the country a better place. Yet he's not perfect: he can lose his temper when it comes to those he loves (Mustang being killed) and he doesn't want any more people to die. He cheerisbes his team and wants to keep them all safe. He can be a cheapskate and also a bit of an annoying guy with Ed, and he can be obnoxious, yet funny as hell (tiny miniskirts!!!) Above all, Mustang feels HUMAN! Yes, he puts up a great act, but it's an *act*. He has a more sensitive side and you better not mess with it, or he'll burn you to ashes. This concludes the short version of my Roy Mustang appeciation post. Also, I have some headcanons about him being best dad (and his child being a daddy's girl/boy because of it) and of being a pretty intimidating Führer. This concludes my post. @bookstvseriesandanimes and @paperrabbit13 know what I'm talking about😅 And I tag @bookstvseriesandanimes @paperrabbit13 @shoujoinsights @candyforever123 @funnyshoujomoments and whoever else feels up to it:)

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girlsandlove · 8 years ago

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Reasons to ship Camren...

They have matching onesies; Lauren's one is gray whilst Camila's is pink.

They're both Cuban.

They're both from Miami, Florida.

Both are Latinas.

Lauren and Camila got the most solos in The X Factor performances.

They are both big fans of One Direction.

They both auditioned in Greensboro, North Carolina.

They both have a younger sister.

They hung out with each other on December 31st, 2012 to January 1st, 2013. They then tweeted a photo of Camila making a funny face and Lauren looking awkward.

Spanish was both their first language.

They live 15 minutes away from each other.

They often switch places with the other girls so they can sit next to each other.

They both love to do accents with each other.

They often think the same things at the same time.

They both have a weakness: Lauren for beanies and Camila for bows.

Lauren is the only one who calls Camila Camz.

Camila said if Lauren got arrested for something, she would get arrested for being so sweet.

They sat right next to each other at a The 1975 concert.

They have the same music taste.

Lauren said Camila is her “Pink Princess”.

Lauren is the “mom”...and Camila is the “father”.

Camila thinks Lauren is a “boss of an intelligent opinion”.

Camila thinks Lauren “is real”.

Camila would switch her mind with Lauren.

Lauren would switch her mind with Camila.

Camila wanted Lauren to kiss her under the mistletoe.

They wear the same "merch” clothes.

The way Lauren looks at Camila after she says “Fall, by Ed Sheeran”.

Lauren is Camila’s celebrity crush. (Oh ... and Camila wants to marry with her celebrity crush ..even if her family doesn’t support the relationship.)

Camila would be "Baby Spice" because she is Lauren's baby.

Lauren is the only person who laughs at Camila's jokes.

Camila loves Lern Jerg.

Because Lauren helps her when her banana is dead on the floor.

Because Lauren helps her when her microphone breaks.

Because Lauren ties her shoes.

Camila is the sun and Lauren the moon.

Because Lauren doesn't know what else to say but she thinks Camila is pretty fucking Dope!

Because Camila has Lauren “written on her”.

Because Camila read Lauren's favorite book.

Because Lauren knows that Camila cried reading “Fault in Our Stars”.

Because one day Camila and Lauren went to the bathroom together and ... that's the end of the conversation!

Because Camila thinks Lauren can sing and is pretty too.

Because they have an audience that calls them crazy! (and they call us delusional!)

Because both like “so many hot boys”.

Because Camila said: “keep the boat floating”.

Because Lauren said “It’s Camren, YOOO!.

Because Lauren wants someone to love her insecurities...and Camila do!

Because Lauren has “the most beautiful emerald eyes in the world”.

Because Camila thinks Lauren is “perfect”.

Camila tried salmon because Lauren loves sushi.

Because Lauren thinks Camila is goofy, not the bad kind goofy, the cute kind goofy.

Because Camila loves people from “planet green eyes”.

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"I love you. You're one of my best friends and I feel like I've know you forever. You're one of the smartest people I know and you're stuning. I've learned a lot from you, just know I'll always be here for you no matter what!" - Camila on Lauren

"Happy 16th Birthday little one(: thank you for always being you and being one of the raddest people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. You're an incredible person and I'm extremely lucky to have you in my life. Thanks for being there to vent with and even though we haven't known each other for even a year yet, I feel like you're the sister God forgot to give me. I love you Camzi(: have a good one babe! 💙😘🎉🎈🎁💙#camren" - Lauren on Camila

"Happy 17th Birthday to this little nugget right here. I thought this picture was cute so I decided it would suffice. Just wanted to let you know that you're an amazing beautiful person and I'm glad that you've been alive for 17 years and that 2 of them have been spent with the girls and I because idk you're pretty rad and an amazing friend and fun to have around. I hope you have an amazing day and feel as special today as you deserve to feel everyday. Thanks for always being there for me when I need you and for being your wonderful self(: I LOVE YOU CAMZ" - Lauren on Camila

"AWHHHHH YAAAY I LOVE YOU UR CUTE 🐏🐟💗🎷" - Camila on Lauren

"The word I’d use to describe Camila is hmm I’m gonna say cutesy, like also goofy. It’s like both, like the good kind of goofy not the weird kind. Like the cutesy kinda goofy" - Lauren on Camila

"LERN JERGI. ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY. YOU ARE 18. THIS IS THE MOMENT YOUVE BEEN WAITING FOR. IF YOU STUCK YOUR TONGUE OUT IN THE AIR RIGHT NOW YOU COULD PROBABLY TASTE THE SWEET AND PUNGENT FREEDOM OF DRAGONFLY TATTOOS, NOSE PIERCINGS, AND VOTING RIGHTS. we've been through thick and thin in our friendship, and through those thick and thins I've gotten blessed enough to experience you as a person. ive gotten to experience your bomb music taste which I am SO HAPPY YOU INTRODUCED ME TO because we have the best time at concerts bonding over bands and there are so many more to come PRAISE JESUS. i can come to you about anything and expect the pure, honest, rare truth and I'll always be there tell you it'll be okay when you cry on my shoulder when you feel lonely or hurt. I've gotten to see firsthand your incredible sense of justice, when you see that something unfair or wrong has happened, you'll raise your voice and fight for that person with a bravery that I, and many other people (although they might not admit it) wish they had. i love how passionately you fight for what you think is right and everyone should remind you today and everyday that it's a strength and not a weakness. i can't tell you what a comfort it is to know someone like you will stick up for me and have my back, i hope you know i will too. i love you always" - Camila on Lauren

"Super cute candids taken by a random stranger always make good birthday post pics. HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY CAMILA CABELLO. YOU'RE LEGAL NOW YAYYY!!!!!! You are such a beautiful person inside and out and I'm so thankful that I get to call you my friend. Thanks for all the laughs, for being my shoulder to cry on whenever I've needed a friend, for giving amazing sound advice (even though you're just now considered an adult by the government you've been there mentally for a while which I greatly appreciate) I wish you many more years of amazingness and I hope you had the best day with your family. You deserve all the love and happiness the world has to offer and I wish it all upon you for many many years to come. I LOVE YOU CAMZZZZ❤️❤️❤️" - Lauren on Camila

"HAPPY 19TH LAUREN!! i remember the day you auditioned for X factor seeing a beautiful green eyed girl belt out an Alicia keys song so perfectly i feared for my life. i remember telling my mom "that girl can sing!! and she's gorgeous too!!" and then you walked out and i told you i loved your shirt remember? HAHAHA. it's funny how before we even knew how important we were going to be to each other, something in us knew and something in us will always know. i love how fiercely you defend your opinion, i love your strength, your bold independence, and your desire to live life fully. i love that we crack up at each other's jokes even when nobody else gets them- and i love those moments where we get caught up in talking about a band or a book and we get lost in the conversation like two normal girls in high school that aren't about to go do something ridiculous like go to an awards show. i will always be there for you when you need someone to vent to, when you want to talk about the overwhelming underwhelmingness of boys that break our hearts or the overwhelming overwhelmingness of when a kiss leaves your head reeling, when i back you up and you need someone to stick up for you, or when you just need someone to understand- we've done that for each other in the last 3 years and we will do that for each other forevermore. i love you so much !!!! happy 19th lern jergi!!!!! camila" - Camila on Lauren

#Camren #Camila Cabello #Lauren Jauregui

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unashamed-shipper · 8 years ago

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A Tranquil Melody

a little fluff to help with the angst we have from the last chapter

thank you to @summylise who helped beta this fic. it was a mess. she turned it into amazingness.

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rated: general

characters: natsu, lucy, mentions of jude heartfilia and human!igneel

summary: silence is reassuring when you’re with the one you adore

type: fluffy one-shot

word count: 1867

Natsu was always good at being silent. From a young age, he was able to sneak things away from his older brother that he wanted and keep them without him finding out--something that he was quite proud of himself for until his parents found them. Natsu kept his lips tight as he heard his parents arguing, and listened to music on the ride to his father’s home where he would stay for the remainder of his life. Despite the pain, he was quiet and played his piano when the sad times arose and mostly kept to himself around other people, only inputting words that would help continue the conversation.

He played the piano every morning before school and before he went to bed, and he found himself one day getting better and better. Proud of himself, he began to play a Mozart song which he knew he could perform quite well. The song was one of his favorites, and one his father taught him when he was young. It went on for a while until he realized someone was watching him.

In the corner of his eye, he saw a young blonde woman around the same age as he peeking through her blinds in awe. He stopped playing and turned to study her, but she was gone.

Lucy was trained to be quiet from when she was young. Her mother passed away when she was three, and her father turned sterner toward her every single day, telling her to be quiet through meetings and dinners to just look pretty. As she ate her food at each meal, she listened to the conversations of those around her with a skeptical ear. She found that most of the words spoken were boring and either about beauty products or wealth, and the women around her only wanted her to wear makeup and do her hair when Lucy could care less about doing those things.

Even at sixteen, she was more interested in music than anything.It made sense to her more than anything else like beauty products or money, and she thought it beautiful in it’s own right. Every type of music was different, and she found herself being drawn to song. She would often sing softly to herself in the middle of the night, and would sometimes go to the top of her roof and sing as she watched the stars.

One evening in particular was unlike the rest. She saw a young man with rose colored hair playing the piano, and she watched with awe as his fingers danced over the keys. He played a song that she heard when she was a child, and she peeked between the velvet curtains to get a better look at him.

His fingers were long and pressed the piano keys with such precision and enjoyment that she couldn’t help but sing along. There were no words yet she knew that she had to sing. It inspired her so much that her vocal cords just couldn’t help it any longer, and Lucy began her aria to hopefully empower him into playing even more.

But when he turned his eyes on hers, she flushed at the direct eye contact and gasped at how bright his emerald eyes were as they pierced into hers and were so shocking against the darkness. Dropping the curtain, her back pressed against the wall and she dropped to her knees.

With her hands over her mouth, she smiled. The feeling felt strange to her as she was unaccustomed to it, but she could not help it.

“He looked at me.”

Natsu wanted to do something for the blonde girl. When they had made eye contact that night from their bedroom windows and he saw her beautiful face. His pulse began to quicken as she watched him. He wasn’t around girls much other than his classmates, and she was definitely not a classmate. Her house was much nicer than his, and it was rumored that her father was someone high up in a large company in Magnolia.

But she was so quiet. When she sang, the words were softly uttered and high-pitched as if she was not quite used to talking. He understood the feeling; sometimes he would go without talking for days just to give himself a break from all of the noise around him at school.

‘What could I give to her that she doesn’t already have?’ Natsu wondered, pressing his knees to his chest as he sat on his bed. She probably had a bunch of pretty dresses and lots of girl stuff because her father was so rich, but he wanted to give her something from the heart.

What could a singer use that would show his personality yet be sweet?

Natsu’s lips quirked up as he thought of an idea. It was silly, but he was sure that she would like it. Now, if he could only get up the courage to go to the store…

“What’s this?” Lucy said aloud, and the words echoed loudly in her ears. She hadn’t said anything for hours which made the noise sound loud even though her voice was barely a whisper. The whole day was filled with meals with higher-ups, and Lucy needed to be silent at the command of her father.

The gift was wrapped unusually, with a bow tied around it haphazardly multiple times and covered in comics from the newspaper. Lucy giggled as she unwrapped the gift carefully, wondering if it was a present from her father.

Lucy’s eyebrows drew together as she saw it was a tube of chapstick and a bottle of water. Who would think to give such ordinary things? Still, it was a gift, and she would accept it with grace.

A note fell out of the edge of a piece of wrapping, and Lucy scrambled to pick it up. The writing was scribbled in colored pencil and almost illegible, but she read it nonetheless.

‘Yo! My name’s Natsu, and I live next door. Nice to meet ya, singing lady! I thought since you sing that your mouth might get dry and that your lips might get chapped. I know they’re kind of shitty gifts, but it was all I could get. Hope you like them anyway. See ya!’

Lucy giggled again, covering her mouth with her palm. He really was sweet, even though he didn’t know her name. Maybe she would have to introduce herself sometime.

Now she had to figure out what to get him back.

Natsu came home from school to find a neatly wrapped present sitting on his piano. It was weird that he would find any sort of gift for him at all. His dad loved giving present but since work was hard to find, Igneel rarely got gifts for him. Still, Natsu appreciated every ice cream cone and piano book that his old man could find and treasured each and every one.

He sneaked around it, tossing it back and forth in his hands a few times in speculation. What if it was a bomb from someone that wanted to kill him? Natsu didn’t have any enemies but he was sure that someone out there hated him.

His eyes widened as he remembered the gift he gave to the girl next door a few weeks back. Oh man, what if she didn’t like it? What if this was a bunch of horse poop or something?

Sniffing it, he found no smell save for the faint scent of pine and old metal. Natsu cocked his head and raised his eyebrows while unwrapping the gift slowly to find that it was a wooden metronome. He grinned and placed it on his piano gently and flicked the bar to start ticking. Sitting down on his bench, he began to play the piano and found it much easier now that he knew the tempo.

He wanted to play a song for her to show his appreciation. Natsu knew that she would like that, and his mind pondered over the options for a moment before coming to the best one.

With a grin, he stopped playing and rubbed his hands together. Now he just had to wait until nightfall.

Lucy heard the first notes of a song she loved and rushed to the window with glee. Throwing back the curtain, she saw that Natsu was playing that very song her mother used to play.

As Natsu’s fingers flew over the keys, he recognized familiar figure in the curtains and smiled. He grinned up at her, and she smiled back. Within a few moments, she began to sing. Her words were hesitant at first as they always were, and they grew more confident as the music swelled. The song finished before they could even recognize it’s ending, and Natsu immediately started up another melody.

The two joined in harmony as they gazed into each other’s eyes, smiles on their faces. The song was even more beautiful as Lucy sang along with Natsu’s playing, and their smiles grew as they knew what they had to do.

Lucy raced past countless servers and maids as she ran out the door, and Natsu bolted past his confused father. It didn’t matter that Natsu didn’t know Lucy’s name, or that Lucy didn’t know how quiet Natsu was.

They knew they had to meet.

As they stood staring at each other on their driveways, one much smaller than the other, they grinned. Natsu had his hands on his knees as he heaved breaths, and Lucy’s eyes widened. He was really here!

Natsu’s pulse raced as he looked at her. She was even more beautiful up close...

“H-Hello,” Lucy began, and Natsu was surprised at how pretty her voice was even when she wasn’t singing. “I’m Lucy.”

“Nice to meet ya, Luce. I’m Natsu. You already knew that though. You know, from my note. Sorry about my shitty handwriting,” he said with a nervous laugh, and Lucy giggled at his rambling. He wasn’t sure how to act around a girl. Much less a girl as pretty as her. He liked the way her long ponytail fell over her shoulder and down her back, and how her brown eyes sparkled.

“Pleasure to meet you as well,” she said, using her formal voice. Natsu’s brows furrowed in confusion, and Lucy sighed.

“I’m sorry,” she told him as her eyes dipped to the ground, “I meant to say that it’s nice to meet you too.”

She grasped his hand, feeling it’s warmth. The heat spread from the tips of her fingers to her feet, and it made her shiver. His palms were rough where hers were smooth, and they fit together well.

There was silence as their hands dropped back to their sides. Natsu looked to the ground and kicked a rock, not knowing what to say. He liked her for sure, but wasn’t sure how to express it.

“Would you like to come inside? I can make us some tea,” Lucy said with a smile, and Natsu grinned back. With a nod, he followed her inside.

It seemed that even the most silent of people could be comfortable with the ones they adored.

I hope you enjoyed! Please leave a reply, reblog, or comment in the tags if you liked!

Thank you for reading <3

#ftfanfics #nalu #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #fairy tail

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