#at our old place we used to just make ice water w the tap cause we had really clean water

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I loveee fridge water #fridgewater

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Ember Island

Went through my old laptop and found a few Zuko drabbles i wrote years ago!

 Still thinking if i should post the rest so, let me know and comments are appreciated! 

Inspired by Zuko and Mai's fight in the Ember Island Episode but of couse, with the reader! 

The gang was stationed in Zuko’s ancestral home in Ember Island. It was a huge mansion with rooms for everyone. You were sharing a room with Zuko as the both of you have been dating the past few months after both of you joined Team Avatar. Zuko joined when he left the Fire Nation to help Aang and you were rescued along with Suki from the Boiling Rock. Your father was a high-ranking Fire Nation general that left after disagreeing with the inhumane ways of Fire Lord Ozai. You were captured when you tried to steal food from a Fire Nation camp for the refugees you and your family were hiding with. Zuko recognized you from the jail and rescued you and a little while after, the two of you began dating.

Everything was going smoothly, until the gang reached Ember Island. As soon as you arrived on the beach, Zuko became cold. He gave a half-hearted tour of his old house. While the gang was ecstatic on how huge it was, Zuko remained unbothered the whole time.

“Are you alright?” you asked him, resting your hand on his shoulder. “I’m fine.” He was staring out the window with no expression in his face.

He remained the same the days after. You’d try to talk to him but he’d shrug it off. The only form of response you got from him was at night, when you’d be asleep then suddenly feel arms snake around your waist. Katara would ask you if anything happened with him and you’d explain how he was fine until we arrived on the island.

“I don’t know...he won’t talk to me.” You sighed as you and Katara sat on the balcony. “Well, it obviously has to do with his family being back here and everything...” she looked at with you concern as it was obvious that Zuko’s behavior was taking a toll on you. “He’s so used to keeping his feelings to himself and afraid of being vulnerable, I don’t blame him though after everything but...”

“It’s hard.” Katara finished and you nodded.

Zuko’s cold behavior turned to snappiness and anger. The slightest inconvenience would make him angry. When you ran out of the tea he liked he threw a fit. The time you accidentally moved his robe after his shower and he couldn’t find it, he was in a bad mood the whole day.

Zuko’s attitude hasn’t gotten better and you were tired of it. No matter how many times you asked, he’d insist he was fine. It was like an ending guessing game. Your demeanor around Zuko changed as well as you replied to his nonchalant responses with sarcasm and eye rolls. This caused numerous fights and bickering between the two of you. Zuko sensed your distance and tried to somewhat make amends by bringing you tea in the morning although still in his cold behavior.

He’d try to hold you at night but you refused, angry at his erratic behavior. One moment he’s yelling at you for a robe, the next he’s trying to make amends by giving you a flower or trying to hold you. It was sweet but you were tired of trying to guess which Zuko you were waking up next to, the sweet and caring one you knew, or the angry and short-fused Zuko you’ve been experiencing.

The gang decided to go to the local carnival dressed in Fire Nation clothes. Everyone was excited to finally have some fun after months of training.

It was huge with hundreds of booths with games, rides, and variety shows. Zuko won a stuffed monkey in one of the booths and walked up to you. “You want this?” he asked you with no expression. You were annoyed at how it seemed like it was such a task to win you that toy and how it felt like he was forced to do so. “No.” you stated which caused Zuko to grunt and throw the toy on the ground.

The gang was surrounding a large arcade game where you had to shoot fire from two buttons to the target. “What’s this?” Zuko asked. “A game Zuko, we’re in an arcade what do you think it is.” You rolled your eyes. Zuko huffed then tried to play it. He ended up losing and burning the whole thing up.

“Hey we should get out of here before we get caught!” Sokka exclaimed and the group left.

The next day, the gang decided to hit the beach. Sokka and Suki were playing in the water, Katara was practicing her bending and Aang and Toph were building sandcastles. You and Zuko were relaxing under an umbrella just watching the sunset. Suddenly, he tapped your shoulder and there was a shell in your face. You stared at him then at him, he had a slight smile almost pleading. “This is for you.” He moved the shell in front of your face.

“What am I gonna do with that?”

“Don’t girls like this stuff?” he asked you, “Maybe stupid girls.” You rolled your eyes and looked away from him. “FORGET IT!” Zuko threw the shell across the beach,

He huffed then stood and left. Zuko came back with two ice cream cones but when he offered you one, you felt a cold scoop on your lap. There was ice cream all over you and there was a frozen Zuko staring at you waiting for your reaction. “Great, refreshing.” you rolled your eyes and left.

“Come on, it was an accident!” he called but you kept walking.

Some local Fire Nation teenagers invited Sokka to a house party and the gang decided to go.

Aang was dancing in front, Katara was giggling at him, Toph was dragging her feet as she didn’t wan to go to the party, Sokka and Suki walked hand in hand after them. You and Zuko walked behind in silence, the both of you not looking at each other.

You got to the party and the gang dispersed on their own. You weren’t feeling like socializing so you slumped on the couch at the end of the room. Zuko sat next to you but you two sat in silence. “I’ll get us some punch.” He announced and walked off.

Scanning the room, you didn’t see the gang anywhere. You began to daydream while waiting for Zuko to come back.

A voice broke your thoughts as you looked up to see a tan muscular boy stand in front of you. “Hey, I’m Lee.”

“Hi.” You pretended to be interested in your fingernails as you weren’t in the mood for small take. “What’s your name?”

“Ma-li” you almost said your real name, which could cause problems for the gang.

“Mali? Interesting name.” he winked. You smiled blankly as you wanted him to leave but he wasn’t moving.

“Soooo...what are you doing here alone?” he tried to walk closer to you but suddenly, there was a hand grabbing his shoulder.

“She’s not alone.” Zuko grumbled behind him. Zuko then threw Lee to the side of the room that Lee’s body broke a vase. “Seriously?!” you glared at Zuko as you left the party. You walked out onto the beach where you saw a campfire going, and sighed in relief, as it was the rest of the gang. You plopped on a piece of wood next to Katara and sighed.

“Where’s Zuko?” Aang asked with a mouth full of food. “Beating some guy up.” You rolled your eyes and laid back in your seat.

“WHAT?!” The rest of the gang sat up from their seats. “Why?!” Katara asked.

“Can’t believe I missed that.” Toph sighed.

“Oh, there you are.” Zuko said through gritted teeth then sat next to Toph on the other side.

“Did we miss something...” Sokka nervously asked, sensing the tension between you two.

“No, just Zuko being a ticking time bomb as usual.” You said coldly as you stared up at the sky. “Shouldn’t you be there with your boyfriend?!” Zuko spat back at you.

“Boyfriend?!” the rest of the gang piped up.

“You’re overreacting and you know it.”

“NO I AM NOT!” Zuko was yelling across the fire at you and the gang watched in silence.

“Yes you are! This whole trip you’ve been hot-headed, angry and impatient!” You snapped back, sitting up from your seat now as well. “Well at least I feel something! Instead of being like you, having no emotions for anything and being a big blah the whole trip!”

The rest of the gang became silent. Not knowing what to do with the two of you fighting in front of them.

Stung by this, you stood up and fixed your hair into a ponytail, with Zuko and the rest of the gang watching you closely. “Well, you don’t have to worry about having a “blah” person in your life anymore, it’s over.” You said softly yet harshly then walked off.

The rest of the gang stared at you walk away, shocked, then stared at Zuko who seemed shocked but angry as well.

“AGH!” he exclaimed and shot a ball of fire in to the existing campfire that made the gang disperse.

“Z-Zuko...” Aang began. “WHAT?!” Zuko shot back at him.

“Uhm...nevermind.” Aang nervously backed away.

“Zuko...” Katara placed a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?” she was concerned about him, they’ve gotten closer over time and it was obvious that he was going through something.

“Why does everyone keep asking me if I’m okay? I’m fine!” Zuko shoved her hand off. “W-well..I mean...you’ve always been moody and angry and—“ Sokka began.

“Ow hey!” Sokka exclaimed as Suki hit him. “Zuko, we can tell something is bothering you, alright.” Katara began.

“Ever since we got here it’s like your whole attitude changed...you were impatient, you were snapping at everyone all the time and ignored all of our attempts to be there for you...even Y/N.” Katara finished and Zuko slumped to the ground.

“Is it because you’re back in your family’s home?” she asked softly and Zuko buried his face in his hands. “It’s just...the last time I was here I was still trying to capture Aang...I was still with my family...I used to come here with my mother...and now...I feel like a stranger in my own home.”

The gang looked at each other and exhaled, they felt sorry for Zuko. They knew his past and how he keeps everything bottled up. They could only imagine being back in the life you left but as a completely different person.

“It’s okay Zuko, we understand, we just needed to know that.” Karata smiled as she sat next to Zuko. “I’m sorry guys...I’ve been such a jerk.”

“Yeah you kinda have been.” Sokka stated. “OW!” he yelled in pain as Suki hit him again.

“We forgive you Zuko, and we’re here for you. You don’t have to hide anything from us. All of us had our share of meltdowns.” Aang sat on the other side of Zuko and smiled at him.

“Yeah except me.” Sokka said proudly. “What about the time you lost you boomerang?” Katara rolled her eyes. “HEY! THAT DOESN’T COUNT!” Sokka panicked which made Suki laugh.

“Ugh! But I ruined it with Y/N. She just broke up with me.”

“Yeah you did.” Sokka chuckled which earned another punch from Suki. “WILL YOU STOP HITTING ME?!”

“I don’t think she meant it...she’s just frustrated because she doesn’t know what’s wrong with you...” Katara assured him. “Yeah right..she seemed like she meant it.” Zuko hung his head low.

“Look, if you just talk to her it will be fine, I promise.” Katara smiled and Zuko looked around at the rest of the gang. They were all nodding in agreement with Sokka nodding as well but with Suki covering his mouth. “You think she’ll forgive me?”

“I know she will.” Katara smiled sweetly. Zuko got up and went to look for you.

You found a nice rock to sit on while watching the waves. You were slowly regretting breaking up with Zuko, you know you didn’t mean it and was just so angry. You began to climb down your rock to find Zuko but there he was, standing nervously staring at you.

“Y/N...I’m so sorry.” He began and you sighed. “Zuko—“

“No, let me explain.” He cut you off and you nodded for him to continue. “It’s just..I thought I was going to be fine coming back here, like it wasn’t a big deal...but it was.”

“It just brought back so many memories, with my family, my mother...when I was regretting choosing Azula’s side...and I just felt so lost...in my own home...like I have all the memories but it feels like it doesn’t belong to me.” You stared at him with compassion and empathy, you knew it had something to do with his family. It hurt you to see Zuko like this, you knew it was hard for him to express all of these things to you because he’s always been the type to hide his real feelings and anger.

“I was so angry at myself for feeling that way because I know I did the right thing joining Aang, and I took it out on you. I’m so sorry...I understand if—“

He couldn’t finish because your lips were on his.

“Does this mean we’re not broken up?” Zuko smiled as he looked at you. “No...I’m sorry too...I wasn’t being easy either.” You laughed and he did too. “I just hope that you tell me when you feel angry or sad or anything next time...I can help you, Zuko.” You placed a palm on his cheek and he leaned into it. “I know and I’m sorry...I love you.” He said and both of you stared at each other in surprise as this is the first time any of you have said it to each other. “Y-you don’t have to say it back—“

You crashed your lips onto his and he lifted you up to deepen the kiss. “I love you too, Zuko.” You smiled and he squeezed you tight.

The rest of the gang was waiting by the campfire. You and Zuko walked back with his arm around you. “Aw, the love birds are backed together!” Katara squealed. “Finally! My stomach is growling, I’m starving!” Sokka announced.

“Yeah lets go.” you laughed looking at Zuko.

“Lets go home.” Zuko kissed you on the forehead and you happily went back to the house.

That night as you slept tangled up with Zuko, you couldn’t help but smile.

“He loves me.” You whispered to yourself, and happily fell asleep next to Zuko.

[2021fuckitup]

“ WE GET HIGH WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM OUR FRIENDS”

Helpful hints for newborn to old fuckers...

Why A Torch Lighter Is Ideal:-Your product liquifies, then smokes, almost instantly

-It is MUCH easier to control the direction the meth flows, as well as what is receiving heat

-You can get MUCH bigger hits

-You can avoid burning it so much easier than with other flames

-No flickering flame

-Butane refills are cheap as fucking shit (I got a hairspray-sized bottle of Zippo butane for the price of 2 disposable lighters)

-Don’t burn your thumb as much

-Sessions can be initiated and/or finished faster

Downsides-If you don’t pay attention, you can burn the shit out of your product, or yourself. BE CAREFUL, PAY ATTENTION, AND BE PATIENT

-Smoke through your stash quicker

-Possibly worse burns because its hotter than a bic

How to smoke meth with torch lighter for beginners:

1)First ensure that your pipe is clean.

Why?

For the ice to smoke properly. DO NOT load fresh product in a pipe with product that has been smoked, burned, or otherwise heated. If you load fresh on top of a still smokable bowl, the new and old will melt/smoke at different speeds/temperatures (can’t remember which is which right now, but I think old smokes faster), ensuing that it is very difficult to evenly heat the product. Then you get spots where part of the crystalized mass liquifies and will move with the flame, but some of it needs more heat, and for me at least, some always gets burned or darkened, and has a bad taste. If you load fresh product in a pipe with burnt shit in there, IT WILL TASTE LIKE SHIT. It will often also not melt/smoke right, AND your new stuff will taste like burnt stuff, which is THE WORST taste in the world (IM0). (FYI-I’ve heard that blowing cigarette smoke through a oil pipe (like you were going to hit it, but exhaling smoke through it instead) removes the taste. I have tried with pot smoke and it didn’t work, but have read many people say that cigarettes work.

How to Clean the Inside of A Pipe-If it is not clean, a very easy method is to fill a microwavable container (like a coffee mug) with 50% water, 50% bleach, and put the pipe (bowl facing downwards) in the water.

-Put it in the microwave for 4 minutes (yes, seriously that long-I tried after 1, 2, and 3 minutes and it didn’t work. May even take 5.)

-Let cool. Once cooled, remove from mug and drain all water.

-Using Q-tips, insert through carb hole and “mop up” the stuff left in the bowl. This may take several qtips depending on the bowl. If there is still black/brown stuff in the bowl, apply more pressure

(be careful not to break the bowl by pressing the q tip too hard on the sphere, OR accidentally pressing on the side of the carb when trying to reach around inside with q tip.) If there is still stuff in there, I have read that small bits of Magic Eraser stuffed in, and manipulated with a pole (like a q tip) work wonders, but also have not tried.

How to Clean the Outside of a PiPE

-Using a wet rag, or balled-up wet paper towels/toilet paper/napkins/etc, rub the outside of the bowl. This should cause the stuff on the outside to transfer onto the paper.

-If this doesn’t work, steel wool may work.

Handling/Prepping Product

-Dont handle meth by hand. It’s bad for your skin, and little amounts will dissolve. Instead, use:

Ideally: a 7/11 straw (this is a straw whose last inch or so is a scoop, sometimes used for slurpees or w/e those frozen drinks are; these straws I have found to be ideal for handling all sorts of drugs).

Realistically: Normal Straw: Straw been sealed on one end (tape, seal it with flame), and on the other has a 45 degree angle (45 degree is diagonal; if you cut a square in half diagonally, the diagonal line is 45). This allows you to scoop small fragments out of a bag, tin, or other carrying device easily, as the angled mouth scoops up crumbs, especially in corners of bags; while the sealed back prevents any from accidentally spilling.

Size/Shape

-Make sure your product is all of the same consistency. I find it best to use one crystal, preferably large (but not to large). I find the size of a tic tac, or slightly larger, to be ideal. Also, cubic or rectangular is best possible shape IME. I will often break long, skinny crystals because they dont burn as well as more square ones, and broken into small squares, they will smoke more evenly.

-While you can load bigger crystals with smaller bits/shake, I generally find it is best to load similar sized rocks. That is, load all shake, load two or three crystals of equal size, or put one crystal in there (usually a big one).

-If you need to break a crystal into smaller bits to make equal sized crystals (or to make odd shaped crystal more square), place a sanitary, nonabsorbent material on top of/around the crystal (no dollars bills here, printer paper works great.) and either snap it in two, or push against a surface. If pressing, you can use a finger, debit card, whatever, just slowly apply more pressure so you can crush to consistency of your liking. If you crush it all the way, you have shake(aka powder).

Differences Between Methods

Single Crystal (often large): Crystal will slowly lose mass as it melts, evenly becoming a pool (as long as you thoroughly spread it around the bowl).

Multiple Little Ones: If you evenly heat them: Will slowly melt into each other. Will be left with a very spread-out puddle, possibly multiple spread out ones.

If unevenly heated: There will be areas meth of varying thickness, accompanied by uneven melting and probable darkening/burning,.

Shake: Will liquify very quickly; little bits that haven’t yet been heated may go to weird parts of the bowl when you begin twisting, so you end up with tiny blotches and a single large or a few smaller puddles.

Loading Product

-Using straw, scoop your product into the chamber. Keeping upright, grab oil pipe and tilt at an angle so that the carb is pointing sideways, or angled down slightly. This will allow you to insert straw opening into carb before tipping the straw, ensuring you don’t miss the hole and lose any.

-Once inserted, twist pipe (while holding onto straw of course) until carb is once again pointing up. Tap straw to get all the little bits into the pipe (if meth is still sticking, use a scraper of some kind).

-Remove straw, and put pipe on level surface, BETWEEN TWO OBJECTS. THE PIPE WILL ROLL PEOPLE, AND WILL SPILL ALL YOUR GODDAMN PRODUCT AND/OR FALL ON THE FLOOR AND BREAK. UGH!

Now that you have a loaded pipe, ensure that you are ready to begin. Suggestions include

-Water

(lots of it!!) Both meth and smoking dehydrate you, and the more dehydrated you are, the more you will suffer from dental damage and brain damage (neurotoxicity). A large amount of methamphetamine neurotoxicity (and most dopamine toxicity) is temperature-dependent, as it often induces hyperthermia (This is similar to MDMA, aka XTC, Molly, rolls, etc). Water cools your body.

You should be urinating with irritating frequency, and should be voiding clear urine, otherwise you are already dehydrated (unless taking assloads of vitamins or something).

-Music

I can’t even describe how much music enhances the experience of smoking meth. It synergizes well-the meth makes the music sound insane, and in turn the music intensifies the high, making me feel even more intelligent/strong/attractive/cool/special. This is the part of the high I crave, and it rarely occurs (at least with the intensity I like) without music.

-Spare lighter/butane refill

When smoking meth, you are always running out of fuel. The spare lighter is also useful because lighters get really hot when ignited for long periods of time (like when smoking meth) and you can swap them out.

-Wet (but not sopping) rag or bundled tissues/paper towels/toilet paper/etc

This is to set the pipe on when not using it (a hot pipe will burn fabrics, fucking up whatever its on as well as the pipe), and to cool down the pipe after a hit. The pipe stays hot for a while, and if you don’t hit it, drugs are being lost/wasted. If you cool the pipe, it will stop heating the drugs faster (duh). Do not do this immediately after getting the pipe really hot-heat and cold on glass can break it. Wait for it to cool slightly, then use it.

When you use the rag to cool underneath liquified dope, it will emit a lot of smoke while crystalizing I read somewhere that the meth actually vaporizes/produces smoke when it hits cooler surface, but I don’t know the validity of that. I do know that cold makes it smoke more though.

-Salt Water

Swishing and gargling salt water while smoking meth (ie after a hit, and definitely after a session) will help prevent canker sores, help kill bacteria (which will inhibit meth mouth) clear mucus in back of throat (which will build up from smoking ice, and may possibly absorb some of it), and prevent sore throat. Its really easy-just add table salt to water (not too much). Some people say to use hot water, but there is more bacteria in hot water pipes, so I use cold.

-Biotene Products

These are oral healthcare products designed to combat dry mouth. There is an oral gel that you kind of spread in your mouth and coats it to act like a artificial saliva. It tastes kinda bad (not awful) and feels weird, but it beats dry/cracking skin, and is good for oral health. They also make alcohol-free (alcohol makes dry mouth worse) mouthwash that I find makes me produce a bnch of saliva for like 10-30 minutes, which can be helpful. They have toothpaste, but that is only to not irritate dry mouth. Finally, they have oral mouthspray, which is apparently the best, but I have not tried yet.

-Weed

Weed makes meth smoking more fun I find. Its hard to describe. Go slow as you may have negative anxiety reaction

Positioning:

The pipe will need to be twisted back and forth, so for me, I hold it in the middle of the stem between my middle finger and thumb. This allows me to easily roll the pipe back and forth. The carb is facing the sky/ceiling, and I have the pipe slanted, so the bowl is slightly closer to the floor than the mouthpiece. This allows me to put my index finger over the mouthpiece. so that when I first heat up the bowl all the initial smoke (that you will not yet inhale because it is not super thick and you want to build up a good hit) goes up the stem and is trapped by my finger rather than out through the little carb hole (which it will do when the stem is filled with smoke). Finally, it also allows me to use my pinky to cover the carb (I rarely do this because often the carb is hot).

Lighter

[Torch] Lighter is held in the other hand, underneath the dope in the bowl. Adjust your flame to lowest setting (if you can). While initially hitting the bowl, since your mouth is not on the mouthpiece, you can hold the pipe in front of you while you heat to gaug distance between flame and bowl, and make sure the flame is under the drugs. However, once you begin inhaling, you have a much worse view (through the bowl), and it is easy to hold the lighter too close (or far, but usually close), or to have it not even under the bowl. Due to poor depth perception (which I assume is from the drugs), or some visual warping from the curvature of the glass, its really easy to do this, and happens a lot. A mirror is helpful so you can see yourself. Another option is attaching flexible tubing (like aquarium tubing) to the mouthpiece so you can inhale through that while holding the pipe in front of you. This will also enable you to make meth bongs (search it).

Philosophy of Smoking Meth

Meth becomes a clear liquid when heated, then vaporizes into a white smoke. The idea is to heat whatever you placei n the pipe evenly so that it all melts down to liquid, then, by twisting the pipe, spread the liquid all around the bowl, so that it doesn’t stay in a hot place for too long and burn. Once liquified, the pipe can be twisted. This allows you to put your flame ahead of the liquid (think of the liquid chasing the flame), so that once the glass is heated, it will fall/roll down the curve towards your lighter and smoke. As you get close carb, you begin to twist the other way, keeping the liquid following your flame. However, with a torch lighter, you can soon twist the pipe without the flame and the liquid will still run for a while, and when it doesn’t is when you reapply the flame.

Quick Info On Torch Lighters

Torch lighters are very hot, much hotter than bics. Their flame is much more intense, and the heat above is much hotter than a bic. Therefore, you must keep much more distance between your lighter and pipe than with a bic. It will vary according to lighter type, pipe thickness, and especially flame size; but my flame is maybe between 1/3 and ½ of an inch, and my lighter stays 1-3 inches away from the pipe; with me increasing distance the longer its lit.

-Also, you do not heat the bowl with a torch lighter for long periods of time like you do a bic. Once it begins to smoke, quit using the lighter, and only reapply once the liquid quits moving when you twist the pipe. Also, be sure to twist pipe while lighting the whole time with a torch lighter, even if it is slowly. You cannot really get away with heating in one spot for a short period of time like you can with a bic.

Smoking

Premelt:

-Keeping your flame 1-2 inches below the bowl, roll flame in a circle around the perimeter of your product, so the outermost portion begins to liquify. Remember to continue moving the flame.

-As it begins to liquify, begin twisting the pipe back and forth. You want to heat the edges of the product and then the glass adjacent to the edges to make it flow there. However, when reversing the direction of the twist, make sure to heat the inside/middle for a moment as well so that it will melt once the dope bordering it has melted.

-Eventually you will have a puddle of liquid that is mobile-stop heating! COntinue to twist the pipe to spread the stuff around and wait for it to recrystalize (turn back into a liquid). You can speed this up by touching pipe with damp rag/paper towels/etc, but I like to let it cool by itself the first time. Wait for the pipe to cool down-its worth it.

Smoking

(this is assuming you are covering the mouthpiece and have the pipe angled like I mentioned in positioning)

-Now you should have a thin puddle of clear crystals stuff. Once again, heat with flame around the perimeter (much bigger this time, but it will also melt faster now because its thinner). Once melted, it should soon begin to smoke. Cease lighting once it begins smoking a fair bit and continue to twist.

-Because you have your finger over the mouthpiece and the pipe angled, the hot vapor will travel up the stem, and be trapped. Once vapor begins to emerge out of the carb hole, quickly take your finger off the stem and begin inhaling (do this quick because the stem is filled with vapor).

To Inhale:

You do not need to actually suck most of the time. With the pipe angled, simply forming a seal on the mouthpiece is usually enough, and if you have to inhale, do not suck like smoking. Instead, inhale like you are breathing but VERY slowly/softly. It takes very little pressure and the bigger hit you get, the better IMO.

Reheating

Use the torch for very brief periods of time. Once the liquid is moving and smoking agian, stop. You can also use more, but never use less once its burned.

Finishing your hit:

If your lungs are full and it is still smoking, cover the carb and mouthpiece and continue twisting. I like to hold my hits for 4-8 seconds, some say blow out right away, but I dont like that. You can also use a damp rag or damp paper towels/toilet paper/napkins/etc and wipe the bowl, to cool it down and make the liquid recrystalize faster (dont do this when the bowl is still super hot because it can break it). This will make it smoke a lot for a second so I like to do it while inhaling.

For Experienced Users:I have found the torch lighter to be far superior to the bic. With the bic, I would experience uneven and slow heating/melting. Now, I have almost instantaneous liquification, followed by thick smoke, and as long as I use the torch sparingly, no darkening of product. The trick is to be patient and methodical:

-Use the torch 1-3 inches away from the bowl

-Move it quickly

-“Encourage” the liquid to trael all over the bowl by leading it with the flame

-Use inward swirling movements, especially during the melting phase

-I recommend using single, squareish crystals for this.

[dragonrajafanfiction]

Chizuru Town: The Dark and the Cold

TW: perverts TW: Death TW: Blood TW: Dragon Raja LMAO

Caesar and the MC should have been best friends. I kid you not. Revamped Story Quest in Chizuru below the cut!

In Siberia, winter hung long and low. Just as the tropic summer never seemed to end, the frigid canopy of arctic air never really left the place. For a few months, the sun didn’t rise over the horizon. At the peak of what should have been day, you only saw the glow of what looked more like the start of the dawn, before the sun rolled over and fell back under the horizon. Darkness descended in full and the stars were your only source of light unless you made your own.

The cold was so oppressive that it froze the sea. At night, instead of waves crashing on a golden shore, the ocean groaned like someone dying. Only in the summer, when the ice and permafrost softened, did you see hints of green. But they were always short. Eventually, the winter returned. Those who wanted to pretend it would not return were caught out by the fierce wind, unprepared, and froze to death in seconds.

Darkness and cold were embedded in you, MC, more than the weather. You understand the harshness of the world. Even though Caesar was doing his best to ‘play by the rules’ that icy law of ‘survival of the most deadly' was creeping up to surround all of you, like frost on a window. It had swallowed up Kitty and now Ms. Makoto. Only Caesar, Chu Zihang, and Lu Mingfei were left.

If that icy law dared threaten them, you would not hold back or play by any rules.

Caesar glimpsed this reality and tacitly acknowledged that Kitty’s death and Makoto’s offering to serve as bait for the gangsters was not in his game plan. He was looking outside down the drainage pipe through the hole in the wall of the dilapidated locker room. He could see the street below.

A heavy rain storm had moved over the city of Chizuru. EVA had darkened the city to help you escape the eyes of the Hydra underworld gang, but soon her grip would lose out to Kaguya, the Hydra’s own supercomputer.

Below, Caesar saw cars parked, engines still running, lights still on. Doubtless, these gangsters thought this would be a quick and easy job. Plus, the headlamps of cars served as good illumination. So they didn’t worry about them getting stolen. After all, they ran this town. No one dared touch their cars for fear of getting killed over it. Caesar nodded once. “Let’s see how good these kids are at racing.”

Kids. The word makes you want to spit acid. They were quite young but had nearly killed you countless times!

Caesar turned to look at you, gauging your reaction. “They are just kids. I hold the adults behind them more responsible.”

You stare back at him in silence but your expression is blank, listening. Your mind offers no arguments against the facts. Caesar’s logic seeps through, melting your frozen emotions. They had pursued you relentlessly, as if under strict orders not to leave until you were confirmed dead. Some of their weapons were military grade. It was true that children -- sixteen to twenty year olds -- wouldn't have been able to acquire such immense firepower without some sort of help from a higher authority.

Caesar’s eyes drop from your face. “Is that a local high school uniform?”

“Yes,” you say, your voice unexpectedly hoarse.

“Change out of it into one of the cheongsams here. I’ll be taking the car and I don’t want to be seen in a sports car with someone who looks like a high schooler. They might mistake me for one of those perverts!”

Even now, he was thinking of something like this? He could have escaped immediately but was concerned about his image? You quickly obey, snatching one of the red and gold cheongsams with a Chinese dragon embroidery off the hangers and stepping into the dressing room.

As you remove our clothes, you hear Caesar say. “Fold it up neatly, so we can return it to whomever you got it from.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. Well, of course, you needed to steal it. But you never thought once of taking it back. As you slip into the cheongsam, the smooth fabric falls over your skin. A mirror lays against the wall and you use it to pull the zipper up in the back. The cheongsam clings to your form like a second skin. 

Caesar wasn’t just following the rules. If he was just following the rules, he wouldn’t have cared about any of this.

You had told Caesar about your experience in watching your young friends get killed. He wanted to get back at those people, not become one of them by killing anyone young himself. No matter how hard things got, Caesar was the same because he believed in what he did and required everyone around him to rise to the same standard of morality.

You step out of the dressing room and Caesar nods. “Alright, let’s go. Zihang, you can pick whatever granny car suits you best. I’ll be in the Black Viper!” He grinned broadly.

“Will Ms. Makoto be alright?” Lu Mingfei asked.

Chu Zihang nodded slightly. “She wasn’t seen with us. And they’re under orders. If they were going to hurt her, they would have done so right then and there. She’ll be fine.”

“Excuse me, my lady.” Caesar bends over to pick you up and keep you out of the dirty water.

You take the pipe two streets down and then hurry back to the running cars. Even now, Caesar opens the door for you first and then slides over the hood to the other side. The car interior is shiny and black with an LED touch panel lighting it up like a spaceship. In the center console, you spot a bag of white powder.

“Heroin?” You ask.

He points to the door on the other side of you. “Put on your seatbelt. How did you know it was heroin?” 

“We used such medicine in Russia, I should know how to identify it.”

“To you, it’s medicine. Here it’s illegal drugs used to hype up the gangsters and also to make money. No wonder they were so crazy and could afford such vehicles.” Caesar opened a fuse box and started pulling out wires. While he worked, he asked, “Have you ever been in a car like this?”

“No.” You say, tucking the high school uniform under the seat. “Where I’m from, the only way to get around is either by ship or by dogsled.”

He grins. “Good. You’re about to get the ride of your life!”

“Ah, in return, then I will take you dog sledding.”

“You mean it?” Caesar immediately whipped his head around. His eyes glowed with excitement and joy, like a child being told they were going to Disney World. He was so enthusiastic that you felt embarrassed. In that sudden smile, you realized that he was actually quite good looking. 

“It’s… It’s not all that special.”

“What would be more special than riding on a dogsled with a beautiful lady?” He sat up and put on his own seatbelt while continuing to work on the car’s controls.

The car isn’t free to move however. There are vehicles parked around, blocking your way out. But you don’t see Chu Zihang or Lu Mingfei in any of them.

“Beautiful?” You look at him with a confused expression. No one had ever called you beautiful before. You shake your head. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better about Kitty.”

His eyes narrow and he suddenly grins in a way that reminds you of a devil. “No, this is how I get back at them for Kitty.” He yanked on the gear shift between the leather seats and slammed down on the accelerator. The car leaped backwards and smashed into the blue Porsche behind them, folding the front end of it.

He shifted again, this time the car leaped forward right into a Mini Cooper. Caesar, eyes shining in furious joy, turns the wheel and rolls over a custom green vintage Buick to their left. The car you were in had turned into a vicious beast in his hands. It smashed doors, windows, mirrors and headlamps until you were surrounded by destruction.

“Hey MC,” He laughed, “Check out the rearview mirror.”

He reaches up and turns it so you can see. Behind you, the boys all run out of the cafe, holding their heads and wailing in despair at the millions of dollars in damage Caesar had caused. He watches with clear delight as your face breaks into a sunny grin.

Suddenly, a burst of gunfire sends the boys scattering. The squeal of tires is heard and you see Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei speed away in a Red Viper. Caesar clicks his tongue. “Why does he have to pick the same car…?” He laments.

The engine roars as Caesar commands the car to push the front end of the Mini Cooper ahead of you and shove it out of the way. But he’s still looking back at the young men who are scrambling to find undamaged cars and climb inside.

“There’s a lovely mountain road near here. With really nice curves. You don’t get sick do you?”

“You mean motion sickness? No, I’ve been on ships before. I don’t get dizzy.” You look behind you into shining headlights. The boys are prepared to give chase. It wouldn’t be much of a fun race if Caesar got too far ahead. He wanted them to see how much better a driver he was.

He let the headlights of the Maserati behind him get just close to kiss his bumper, then downshifted and floored it. MC squeaks and is pressed back against the seat. The headlights of the car, so close one moment, faded quickly behind you, like the other cars were standing still. The main highway up the mountains climbed steeply into a curve ahead but Caesar didn’t tap the brakes. The engine kept up the steady purr and took the turns perfectly smoothly.

It felt like flying, rising into the sky on a great beast. The trees passed you by in a blur and the guard rail looked like a shiny silver ribbon in the headlights. The feeling of delight tickles your chest and you giggle.

It was such an unfamiliar feeling, one you shouldn’t be having right now. Yet, now it was being teased out of you. It was as though the sun had peeked over the horizon in midwinter. Caesar had actually won. In the side mirror that remained from the demolition derby earlier, you see the lights of Chizuru burst back into bloom. The gangsters had returned to town and left you alone.

You’d never met anyone like Caesar. So you didn’t know it was possible to live like he did and still be able to survive. You doubted him at every turn and you were forced to reconsider again and again. This world that created predators like you could also create someone else. Someone who survived bloodlessly, cleanly. Something like this was mythical, like a unicorn.

Or a dragon.

A musical tone sounded in the car. It was coming from Caesar’s pocket. He pulled out his cellphone and held it to his ear. You don’t know what was said, but his expression suddenly changed from one of breezy confidence to blazing fury! He slams the brakes hard and the car spins in a complete one eighty to face the opposite direction.

“Did they say the name Makoto Aso?”

The hairs rise on the back of your neck. 

Caesar takes a deep breath and lets it out but his hand is gripping the steering wheel so tightly that the leather cover squeals under the pressure.

You can’t help but think that she’s dead, that the gangsters had killed her.

“What did he say last?” Caesar asked.

A pause.

“Oh.. he won’t have long to wait to get his car back.” Caesar’s voice was low and his smile was threatening.

Was it nice to stand in the sun for a while? It sure felt nice. You say goodbye to it in your heart. You would never see it again. The world had made its true nature known. It was darkness and winter.

“I’m afraid we’re going to have to cut our joyride a little short. They have Ms. Makoto.”

“Is she dead?”

“No. Hold tight.”

You let your breath out in a whoosh and, for a second, you think that maybe there would be another chance to end this bloodlessly. The thought pops into your head and then disappears like a comet, a last glimmer of hope before you change your mind. No, it's really over. These people were not going to let you go.

Caesar observed the light leave your eyes and picked up the phone again. “Mingfei, tell Zihang to take you a few blocks away from the Cafe. Use the back entrance he used before, if possible. Find her and rescue her, I’ll buy you time. Mingfei, be ready to provide us cover fire. Yes, I know you only have one gun left! That will be enough. You’re a good shooter, even by Cassell standards. You’ll outshoot those boys easily.”

He was still trying.. But the icy cold had gripped your heart again and you could no longer believe him. They’d been outgunned and now outsmarted. As you return to town, you see that the cars that had been pursuing you turned back, not out of respect for Caesar’s driving skills, but to create a barrier between you and the cafe. Sitting on the hoods of those cars were the workers at the Cafe, still in their cheongsams, shivering in the rain, serving as human shields.

Ms. Makoto was on the roof of the building that was set ablaze. It wasn’t a steel structure but made from old wood construction. So not even the driving rain could put it out. The wind ruffled her skirt as she stood on the edge of the building. The heat must have been terrible. If you don’t hurry, she would either burn to death or jump to her death.

You don't look at Caesar. You’re still, as if your whole body were completely frozen. He was not a magical unicorn or a mighty dragon. He’d just underestimated his opponent. 

The man in the striped suit who had been caught stealing Makoto’s panties danced on top of a van in sheer glee at seeing you again, a shotgun in his hands. The gangsters cheered and chanted in victory. Rather than being the weak person you thought he was, he was the one who had ratted Makoto out. He’d hid in the locker you’d shoved him in, perfectly aware that she had helped you escape. He’d just pretended to be intimidated. 

He was actually the leader of the whole group.

“Maybe I should have let you have that Beretta.” Caesar’s voice was cold.

You huff once through your nose as your only acknowledgement. It was too late to regret now. Part of you feels sad that you were right about needing to kill those gangsters. But you don’t request he give you a weapon. There was a principle in hunting that you don’t shoot until you’re very close to your quarry, close enough to see the pattern of light in the beast's eyes. That meant a lot of time, and a lot of patience. The goal was one shot, one kill. Instant. The deer or elk would drop without a struggle.

If you rushed in now and poured your violence onto them, Caesar would have reason to doubt you because you didn’t give him time to implement his plan. You feel bad for Ms. Makoto, but you’re going to sit on your hands.

After all, if Caesar could pull a miracle out of this, maybe he would truly be a magician.

But if things went wrong, and Caesar’s life was at risk, he could put forth no further arguments against your actions and you would be free from objections, not only now, but in the future as well.

So when he says, “Stay in the car.” you nod obediently.

Caesar has parked just out of range of their bullets. Even if they had more high powered weaponry, they were unskilled and would likely miss at this distance.  Caesar takes his own gun and shoots through the windshield of the car. It shattered into a spiderweb of cracks and now you can’t see anything. He uses the butt of the gun to make a hole in the glass to see through. The rain pours in, running over the leather interior.

Caesar’s phone rang again. “Mingfei?” This time he put it on speaker.

“Yes, he’s on the phone with us again.”

“Translate. Don’t leave anything out. Understand?”

“Okay. Is… MC alright?”

“She’s more than fine. With me right now. What is he saying?”

The man was on the phone, seated cross legged on the roof of the van, smiling like an imp. 

Mingfei translated: “He says he was grateful to the young master of the Gattuso family for bringing his car back.”

“Tell him I’ll bury him in a coffin full of ladies’ underwear.”

“Boss, don’t make threats in this situation, okay? They have Ms. Makoto!”

“I’m aware. Just translate.” Caesar was calm, focussed.

Mingfei sighed. “No need for you to worry about me, Gattuso-kun, I’m already prepared.”

The man in the striped suit produced a pair of silk panties from his pocket, pressed them to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Ah! Ms. Makoto really smells pleasant!”

Your eyelids stretch a little wider. His lack of fear was chilling you even deeper, like an icy wind over an already frozen sea. Without moving your head, your eyes shift to Caesar.

This man wants Caesar to come to him. He wanted to fight. There had to be a good reason for his bravado. However, Caesar was falling for it. You could see the veins pop into relief on his neck and forehead. And just like with everything Caesar decides, you know, deep down, there’s no point in talking him out of it. If he turned around now, Ms. Makoto would surely die.

Caesar’s eyes scanned the defensive line, moving over the huddled victims on the hoods of the cars. Now it was Caesar, not you, who gave off the killer’s aura, like a bull elk, stamping the ground and tossing his mighty antlers.

He lifted his shoulders in a deep sigh. You relax your hands that had begun to grip your skirt, a habit that hadn’t appeared in you since you were ten years old.

“Who’s giving you orders?”

“Orders? Does Akabe need orders? Hahaha! No one instructs Akabe except the Lord Takeda Shingen himself!” The man is practically falling over himself in glee.

“Whatever that man is offering, the Gattuso family offers three times as much!” Caesar said with measured calm. “I guarantee that you will get the money alive.”

“Hehehehehe! Luckily, that Lord has already told me what kind of family the Gattuso family is, otherwise, I would have really been tempted by that price!” The suited man, Akabe, suddenly stopped laughing, like a switch had been turned off. “I’ll get the money alive, but I’ll be shot in the head before I can spend a cent of it… right, Gattuso-kun…?”

Caesar had nothing to say, since he was right. The people who blackmailed money from the Gattusos never lived long enough to spend it. He finally gave in. “Then what do you want?”

“You have a gun in your hand, right? Use the gun to shoot yourself in the calf and wrist. We know that you, Gattuso-kun, are a Class A hybrid, and Chu kun is also a Class A hybrid, and we’re too scared to get close when heroes like you are able-bodied.” Akabe said smoothly. “We don’t want to kill you either, our mission is to bring you to that Lord, for disposal.”

His words fell on your ears and they stirred you inside. Right now, Chu Zihang was running around a burning building. Mingfei Lu was going to start a gunfight, one against dozens, and Caesar and Chu Zihang were the targets. They said nothing about you. It’s like you weren’t even here. They can’t see you through the broken glass so you unbuckle your seatbelt.

“Wait.” Caesar says.

The man in the suit scowls. “Wait for what?”

“Mingfei! Why did you translate that!” Caesar hissed.

“What? I wasn’t supposed to?” Mingfei squeaked.

You slip out of your cheongsam, not caring if Caesar saw or not. His morality no longer applied. Following it was obviously  going to get them all killed. “Tell him you’re going to offer me as a payment for your lives. It will buy you more time.”

“How do you know you won’t shoot me in the head once I’m unable to fight back? Translate that Mingfei.”

“Because I’m a man of my word!” Akabe said.

“How can I trust the word of a man who sneaks into the women’s locker room and steals underwear?”

You’re putting the schoolgirl uniform back on, buttoning the white shirt. “Give me your knife…” you whisper. Much to your delight, he hands it over. The word ‘Dictator’ is etched into the side and you use it to slice off the hem of the skirt, leaving just enough fabric for decency.

“It’s just entertainment, who doesn’t have a hobby? I just like the fabrics that smell good after coming off a girl’s body. It’s the same reason you like cigars, Gattuso-kun!” The man shamelessly takes several deep whiffs of his newly pilfered underpants.

“Okay.” You said confidently, “Tell him that you’ll offer me as payment instead. It doesn’t matter if he accepts or not, we're just buying time for Chu Zihang, right?”

He hesitates, his eyes flicking towards you. 

You lean on the center console. “I promise, I won’t do anything. I trust you to handle this.” 

He nods slowly. “Then. How about I offer you a fresh cigar?” He says to Akabe.

You open the passenger side door and step out. Caesar made it clear that he wasn’t lying when he said you were beautiful and you felt that, if you could stake your odds on anything, it would be his sincerity. After all, Caesar had seen many beautiful women before you. He had a beautiful fiancee. You just had to make it work so that you were irresistible to this man.

While browsing the comic book store, you picked up a manga. In the first panels, a girl walked in a school uniform, holding her black bag in front of her. Her hands were clasped, her arms framing her oversized chest, the fabric wrinkling just so, to show the outline. In the next panel, a gentle breeze lifts the hem of her skirt, showing a peek of the hem of her panties. Lu Mingfei saw what you were looking at and snatched it away, screeching that it was inappropriate.

You had no doubt that this man read comics like that though.

So that’s why you cut the hem of the skirt and when you stepped out of the car, you held your hands in front of you, just like the girl in the manga. The rain soaked you in minutes and, though you still were far away, the fabric soaked up the water, and clung to your young body as you walked slowly. 

Your black hair was loose, falling over your shoulders and sticking to your shiny face. All the boys in front of the Internet Cafe were in stunned disbelief. If that weren’t enough, the universe conspired with you and the wind came and lifted your hair and the hem of your skirt. The eyes of every boy followed that hem, entranced to see nothing but skin and then, a tiny, peek of black lace.

Chu Zihang only knew your size. He didn’t care about the style of women’s underwear. He just reached into the vending machine, grabbed what was nearest and tossed it to you, unaware that he was handing you sexy lace.

The man in the striped suit suddenly ran his sleeve over his mouth and chin to clear his drool.. You could no longer hear the translation, but from the look of his wide eyes and his breathless gasping in the phone, you figured you’d done a good enough job.

He screeched at the boys who snapped out of their trances and hurried to get behind you. He was roaring at them, even pointing his gun at them, making sure they knew that you were his personal prize. Once you reached the van, he reached up to you and helped you climb on top of the van to sit with him, all the way, screeching at the boys below you, who averted their eyes obediently.

He wrapped one arm around your waist and sneered at Gattuso some more before turning to lick your cheek and smell your neck. His eyes are wild as he talks on the phone, laughing, gleefully delighted. He was talking rapidly now. Though you couldn’t understand, it was clear he thought he’d won and won beyond his wildest dreams!

Then, he suddenly stops. His smile fades and he turns to you. He asks a single question and you hear the name, “Chu Zihang.”

Then a sudden explosion! Your eyes rise as the flames have exploded on the rooftop! Where was Chu Zihang? Did he die? Why did this weirdo say his name? Were you too late?”

The man grabs you and presses the shotgun to your back. He’s screaming at Caesar now, fiercely gleeful, but not in a way that was from a pleasant heart, but from the heart of a predator who had his prey.

The headlamps on the black Viper flash in the dark and the engine roars to life.. A blast of suppressive gunfire streams out from where Lu Mingfei is hidden, just as the car is accelerating straight towards you.

The gangsters and their hostages scatter and fall to the ground,  but they’re too stunned to react. They don’t know whether to find the unseen gunman or fire on the car that’s nearly on them!

The man in the suit sits still, holding you close, gun to your back. His eyes are now on Caesar.

Caesar is crouched on the hood of the car, his long blond hair bristling on his face, a cold determination in his eyes. But those eyes were no longer blue. 

They were a blazing, solid gold!

The boys are out of time to pick their target. Now Caesar pulls his own gun and fires on them from the hood of the raging car. Now they have to flee both the gunfire and the charging vehicle!

Caesar’s voice rings out like a church bell. “Makoto! Jump! I’ll catch you!”

The sight of his heroic pose, roar of the flames, the gunfire, and the screams -- They should have been traumatic. But now, they’re beautiful to you. If only Caesar had been at Black Swan Bay. How many people could he have saved? If you had fallen from the cliff in that case, he would have caught you, right?

An unnatural burst of wind surrounds the car and launches Caesar from it. His eyes are clear, straight ahead as he straightens his body like a rocket, easily clearing four stories.  His hand is  reaching out to Ms. Makoto. She jumps to meet him, completely trusting. 

Lu Mingfei is keeping the boys below pinned. Nothing can stop him. He was going to do it.

A cold laughter sounds in your ear.

Among the hundreds of shotgun blasts, a shotgun very close to you flashed. Dozens of lead pellets formed a sheet to catch Caesar in their deadly net. Caesar reacted instantly, arcing his body to avoid the shot. The pellets shredded his shirt, barely missing his neck.

But he had made a fatal mistake. He flailed desperately, brushing the fingers of Ms. Makoto as she fell past him.

Makoto Asou slapped the ground heavily. The flooding on the street lifted up in a splash that was stained with the red of her blood. In the next moment, the out of control Black Viper smashed into her body. Caesar landed on the car as it and drove her into the front of the building. Her blood spattered on the windshield as it crashed through wall after wall, disappearing inside.

“NO!” Caesar’s desperate cry, a wail of fear and despair, made you close your eyes.

You knew that feeling so intimately, as if you and Caesar now inhabited the same brain. You lost Vera just like this -- right in front of you. Only, you didn’t have the ideals like Caesar. The world wasn’t really supposed to be a certain way, it’s just the way it was. Still, you can’t help but feel sad for Makoto and for the shiny star of hope that Caesar had been and never would be again.

What would he do now, now that he had lost the fight like you did back then? Would his eyes harbor the darkness of Christmas over Northern Siberia, the Winter Solstice, where there was no sunlight to appear for another month and a half?

You lift your eyes to the overcast sky. You could no longer see the stars of Chizuru either.

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Like We Used To: 6

A/N: And I - oop. Things are about to get heateddddd. Can you guess what’s gonna happen in the next few chapters? What do you WANT to happen?

Also, what do we think about smut? Yay or nay? Will it ruin the story or make it better? Let me know before I continue.

ENJOY!

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CHAPTER SIX

The night air was crisp and the stars had started to shine as the sun had set only an hour ago. Elizabeth managed to swipe a blanket that had been randomly draped on a chair in the eat-in kitchen on the way out, wrapping it around herself. She peered up at Harry as he led her down the lawn and towards the docks feeling surprisingly confident. After their unexpected 2 AM talk, their friendship seemed to be so effortless now. As much as Elizabeth tried to avoid it at first, their relationship seemed to have grown quickly back to what it felt like when they were teenagers. 

‘This is what it must have felt like for the others,’ Heather thought. ‘If I hadn’t built up that wall, it would have been easier for us to fall back into our old ways just like it had for the rest of our friends.’ Elizabeth felt the soft squish of the grass under her bare feet turn rough when they stepped onto the dock.

“Matt didn’t seem too keen on me tonight, did he?” Harry spoke as they both sat at the end of the dock. He crossed his legs while Elizabeth rolled up the hem of her lounge pants and dipped her toes in the water.

Elizabeth sighed, looking at Harry who was gazing out at the dark water. She slipped half of her blanket around him to share and said, “Matt’s just protective. He did warn you that he had taken your place once you left.” Harry shot her a ‘watch it’ look and she laughed, “Not that anyone could ever take your place.”

There was brief silence before Harry laughed, “We really can’t even go to the bathroom alone? What if I have to take a shit?”

Elizabeth shrugged, “I’ll plug my nose and close my eyes.”

Harry laughed and cleared his throat, “So should we reveal our big secret to each other now?”

“We’ve got time. I have to think of one first.” She said before quickly realizing what he said. She nudged his arm, “You’ve got more secrets you’ve hidden from me?”

His dimples deepened and his teeth seemed to almost glow when he smiled, “I’m a man of mystery.”

“Yeah, be careful before you mysteriously get your ass whooped,” Elizabeth quipped.

An hour seemed to fly by and so far there weren’t any fights. In fact, Elizabeth didn’t think she had laughed that much in years. They filled each other in on what’s happened since they lost touch, talked about movies they enjoyed, and shared some really embarrassing stories with each other, yet they still felt at ease. This dare wasn’t so bad after all. 

By now their buzz from the alcohol had disappeared and was replaced with hunger as Elizabeth’s stomach started to grumble. “You know what sounds so good right now? Ice cream.”

“Let’s go get some,” Harry suggested.

Elizabeth groaned, “But we can’t have any other human interaction, remember?”

“Who said anything about human interaction?” Harry grinned mischievously, “I passed a 24 hour store down the street on the way here. It has a self checkout. No human interaction necessary. All we have to do is sneak inside, grab our shoes and my car keys and slip out. No one even has to know we left.”

“I like your style, Styles,” Elizabeth smiled, standing up, “Fine. But try not to let them hear you.”

The two of them jogged up the hill towards the sliding glass door, playfully pushing and shushing each other along the way. Slowly, they slid the door open and stepped in, hearing muffled voices in the direction of the parlor. 

“Okay, here’s the plan,” Elizabeth whispered, “My shoes and purse are already by the front door. There’s a greater chance of someone catching us if we both go up to your room to get your stuff. So, if you can channel your inner ninja and sneak up to your room as quickly as you can to grab your stuff, you can meet me out front. Okay? Just don’t let anyone catch you without me or we’re screwed.”

Harry nodded, chanting, “channel my inner ninja,” a few times and they both set off, silently running past the door frame of the parlor room and towards the bottom of the stairs that met the front door. Elizabeth started pulling on her shoes and Harry whispered, “Wish me luck,” before creeping up the steps.

Elizabeth bounced on her toes and crossed her arms nervously waiting for Harry to come out. It was getting colder now and she regretted not bringing that blanket along. She half contemplated sneaking around to the back of the house to grab it before she heard the door crack open.

“Jesus, I thought you got caught!” Elizabeth breathed when Harry quietly closed the door behind him. “We are not separating again until midnight. That gave me way too much anxiety.”

“You just want me all to yourself, Lizzy. Admit it,” Harry smirked, shuffling his keys and a pile of fabric around in his arms that he had stretched out and dangled in front of Elizabeth as an offering. “Here, thought you might want this.” It was his hoodie. 

“For me? Oh, thanks!”

Elizabeth slipped it over her head, grateful for the warmth it provided and taking in the subtly spicy scent that lingered from his undoubtedly expensive cologne,  following Harry to his classic, yellow, two-seater car. He opened the door for her and smiled as she slid in. It was very clean and smelled like it had been recently detailed. 

When Harry started up the car, the engine rumbled a little louder than she had expected which made her slightly nervous, but he quickly managed to shift the gears and drive. With a flick of a knob on the dash, the car filled with the sound of Pat Benatar singing ‘Shadow of the Night’.

“No way!” Elizabeth shouted and burst into song.

Harry smiled from ear to ear as he watched his old friend dancing wildly in her seat, belting very off-key to the music and he decided to join in, continuing like that for the next three songs that played until they reached the store. There weren’t many people there, but Harry pulled his hood over his head, just in case, as they bee-lined to the ice cream.

“Let’s hope you don’t get recognized,” Elizabeth said.

“Story of my life,” Harry muttered, scanning the freezer shelves, “Why are there so many?!”

“There’s not that many,” Elizabeth laughed, grabbing a personal size jar of classic chocolate and groaned, “Hurry up, Harry! I’m hungry!”

“I take my flavor choice very seriously, thank you very much!” He stuck his tongue out at her and grabbed a small tub of Magnum white chocolate vanilla.

They grabbed a box of plastic spoons on the way to the self check-out where only one other person was finishing their transaction. Harry stole Elizabeth’s ice cream out of her hands saying, “It’s on me,” and scanned it.

“What a gentleman,” Elizabeth smiled, pulling her freezing cold hands into the sleeves of the hoodie Harry lent her and looked around the store. “Uh, Harry? You need to hurry,” she urged, tapping his back. A girl, close in age, was staring over at them. Harry had looked up after inserting his credit card into the machine to see what Elizabeth was talking about, and when he did, the girl instantly recognized him and started walking towards them.

“Harry!” Elizabeth whined under her breath, “No human interaction, remember?”

“Shit!” he muttered, pressing buttons frantically. As soon as the transaction was complete he spouted, “Run!”, grabbing the bag in one hand and her wrist in the other, leaving the receipt behind.

The girl picked up her pace, but Harry and Elizabeth managed to make it to the car and hightail it out of there before she could catch up to them. They panted, trying to catch their breath before howling in laughter from the adrenaline. 

Elizabeth looked over at Harry, capturing the details of his face. His stubble was starting to grow out which somehow made the depth of his dimples even more noticeable. His lips were wet from his tongue and she could see smile lines which were prominent at the edge of his eyes and the corners of his lips making her wonder about all the things he’s been through in the past nine years to cause them. She saw the veins in his hands that gripped the steering wheel and gear shift, and the black paint that was starting to chip on his nails. 

His laughter started to settle, but when he looked over at her with his radiant smile Elizabeth twisted in her seat, realizing that it was happening. She was starting to fall for him again.

‘It’s fine,’ she thought to herself, ‘I liked him all throughout school without anything happening. I can do that again. I’ve got more restraint now.’

It took them a little longer to get back because Harry had gotten lost and they weren’t allowed to use their phones for directions, but they eventually got back on track and pulled into the driveway. Elizabeth recommended that they quarantine themselves in his room since Kate and Lewis eavesdropped on their last conversation they had in her room. Luckily the front door was still unlocked and they darted up the two flights of stairs to his room without being seen.

Harry tossed their bag of food onto his bed and they kicked off their shoes. Elizabeth looked around the room. His duffel bag was open on a chair in the corner of the room with some shirts hanging out. The bed was clearly slept in and she noticed his rings on top of the nightstand beside his bed next to a glass of water that was half full.  

“If you’re done snooping,” Harry smirked, patting the space beside him on the bed.

Elizabeth plopped on the bed next to him and sarcastically said, “Well I’m a bit disappointed that you didn’t light some candles and cover the room in rose petals for me, but you did buy me ice cream, so I guess it’ll do for now.”

“I’m sorry,” Harry laughed, “I’ll remember that for the next time I try to seduce you.”

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, smirked, and took a spoonful of her ice cream, “Mr. Styles, what makes you think you’ll get a second chance to seduce me?”

Harry smiled nervously at his pants, picking at a loose thread before looking up at her and saying, “I never did tell you that you looked beautiful at the wedding yesterday.”

Elizabeth’s chest fell to her stomach and she smiled sweetly at him, “Thank you, Harry.” She almost certainly started to blush.

The two talked a little bit longer, sharing spoonfuls of each other’s ice cream, enjoying more laughs together when Harry’s face suddenly turned serious.

“Uh...Lizzy?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really sorry, but I have to pee so bad!”

Elizabeth sighed with a slight giggle, “Oh, thank GOD! I’ve had to pee for the past hour!”

They both went into Harry’s bathroom and Elizabeth went first. Harry turned around as she pulled her pants down, noticing the pile of dirty clothes on the floor next to his shower.

“I bet this is the point where most of the people who get this dare start freaking out; because they don’t wanna have to pee around someone,” Elizabeth said, wiping and pulling her pants up.

“I don’t know,” Harry’s voice was muffled because he was facing the opposite direction, “I could listen to you pee all day.”

She flushed the toilet and turned on the faucet, kicking the back of Harry’s foot to signal that it was okay for him to turn around and playfully said, “You know, that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“Alright, you!” Harry warned, “turn around. If you want to see my penis you’ve gotta take me on a date first.”

Elizabeth laughed and turned around joking, “Is that not what we’re doing? My ice cream adventure wasn’t date-worthy enough for you?”

“No, I want candles and rose petals,” Harry mocked her.

“Well if that’s how you feel, just be grateful it wasn’t Daisy who was picked. She wouldn’t have even given you the chance to finish your ice cream,” Elizabeth joked. She heard him finish, flush, and start the faucet so she turned around and saw his serious expression.

“I’m glad it was you,” he said to her, lathering the soap in his hands.

Elizabeth blushed and they both walked into his room silently, taking a seat back on his bed. She could tell by his demeanor that something was bothering him.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

He hesitated, looking at the wall before turning to her, “Lizzy it’s been over 2 hours now. Are we really going to carry on pretending we didn’t just say those things down there?”

“What things?”

“....Everything!” Harry vexed, “How we both, you know, fantasized about each other. About how I told you that I liked you.”

“What about it?” Elizabeth asked, unsure of where this conversation could possibly go. What did he want? To talk out their fantasies about each other? That was nine years ago. “I don’t think much can come out of this conversation. We used to have crushes on each other at some point. Like you said, we were horny teenagers. What good does this information do now?”

“It wasn’t just at one point, Lizzy!” Harry protested, “It was throughout all of high school. Through both girlfriends I had, and all three of your boyfriends I liked you. You’re saying that we both liked each other and we could have been together that whole time? Does that not piss you off?”

Harry stared so deeply into her eyes that she was certain he could read her mind. Honestly, she had been thinking the same thing all night. And it hurt. But, again, that was in the past.

“Yeah, I know. It sucks!” Elizabeth frowned, “but that was then. It was so long ago. Who knows what would have happened if we dated? You might not be where you are right now.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Harry retorted, “but maybe I still would have, and we could have been where Kate and Lewis are right now!”

“Harry!” Elizabeth chuckled, with amused , “We would not have ended up married!”

Harry looked at her, irritation glowing in his eyes. ‘This is it,’ she thought. ‘The card is doing it’s thing. Maybe it really is cursed.’

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[sinfullypassionate]

The Nanny - G.D. { Part Three }

summary: y/n avoids grayson at all costs after their night of passion and when he wants to talk about what happened between them, y/n finally gets what she’s always wanted.

warnings: fluff and a little angst

a/n: here’s part three, petals! i’m so glad you guys are loving this series so far 🥺💓

All throughout the day, Y/N just kept wondering what Gray wanted to talk to her about. She wasn’t going to lie, apart of her was nervous that things had changed drastically between them and he was going to fire her which would honestly crush her heart into a million pieces. She loved Winnie like she was her own, in her mind Winifred was hers and she couldn’t imagine not seeing that beautiful girl every day. Soon enough, six o’clock rolled around and Y/N was making dinner. She decided to make Grayson’s favorite, lemon chicken and potatoes with veggies. It was one of the first meals she ever made for him when they first met and it’s been his favorite ever since. As she finished preparing supper, Winnie was coloring in the living room while she watched my little pony. Peaking on her every so often, Y/N couldn’t stop herself from smiling. She was so perfect. As if on queue, Grayson walked through the door and Y/N’s smile only widened as she heard the little four year old giggle and run to her dad. “Papa! Look what I colored!” she ran to her coloring station in the living room once he set her down, handing him a picture of a green pony with a blue mane. “It’s beautiful, pumpkin. Now, you hungry?” Grayson asked, lifting his tiny daughter in his arms.

“Yeah yeah! Y/N’s makin’ chinkin!” She giggled, smiling at her dad. “My favorite.” He groaned once he walked into the kitchen, the aroma of the food hitting his nostrils. “I thought I’d make your favorite since we haven’t eaten together in awhile.” Y/N spoke, smiling softly. “Sounds perfect.” Grayson shot her his million dollar smile before setting Winnie down in her booster seat. The dinner was quiet and nice, small talk between the three and for a moment Y/N imagined that this was her life. Her little family that she was so in love with. “Y/N?” His voice caused Y/N to snap out of her trance, “Sorry, what?” She asked, looking over at him before getting up and starting to clean the kitchen since Winnie had already retreated to her playroom. “I said are you ready to talk?” He asked, getting up from the table and helping her. “Of course. What did you even wanna talk about?” Y/N asked, a hint of fear in her voice as she had no idea what he was about to say. “Us.” Grayson said simply. The older woman looked over at him and arched an eyebrow, “what do you mean ‘us’? there isn’t an us, gray.” She shook her head, turning on the water and filling the sink so she could clean the pan.

“That’s exactly why I wanted to talk to you.” Grayson shut off the water and grabbed her hands, “Gray-“ but she was cut off before she could finish. “Last night wasn’t just some random fuck for me, Y/N. It was different. It felt.. real.” He stared into her eyes as he spoke, “I’m not going to lie and say that I haven’t always felt something for you. The day I met you, I fell in love with you.” Grayson finally admitted to not only her but himself. Y/N simply just looked at him, her heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest. She just stayed silent which scared Grayson, he bit his bottom lip as he stared at her. “Are you... gonna say something? I literally just said I’m in love with you and you have said absolutely nothing.” Y/N just pulled away from him and shook her head, “You’re in love with the idea of me, Grayson. I’m your daughter’s nanny, the only mother figure she’s ever known. Of course you’d develop some love for me but it isn’t love love.” Her tone was dark and different, she didn’t truly believe he loved her. How could they be together almost ever day for four years and now all of sudden after having sex, he realizes he loved her. No, she wasn’t going to fall for it - no matter how fucking much she loved him and wanted to believe it. “Y/N c’mon.. you know that’s not true.” Grayson walked over to her, stopping her from cleaning again. “Isn’t it though?” She let out a breathy laugh, “You suddenly realize you love me after we fuck.” She shook her head, taking her hands back from him. “I’m not gonna do this. I’m not gonna try something with you, only for you to get bored and throw me aside for someone prettier and better than me. I’m not gonna do that because I refuse to leave Winnie.” Y/N stood there, staring at him. Before Grayson could rebuttal, they heard a crash and Winnie scream. In an instant, both Grayson and Y/N ran to the playroom to see Winnie crying on the floor and holding her ankle. “Pumpkin’, what happened?!” Grayson sat next to his daughter and gently pulled her into his arm, “i fwell... off... my chair...” she cried, burying her face in her dad’s chest.

“I’ll go get some ice.” Y/N said going to walk out of the room, “No! Don’t weave.” the four year old begged, tears streaming down her face. Sitting down next to Grayson and Winnie, she gently rubbed her back as her papa held her. “I promise, I’m never gonna leave you.” Y/N said, looking over at Grayson. “Mama..” she sniffled, looking over at Y/N. The woman’s eyes widened as for the first time in four years, she heard Winifred Lisa Dolan say that word. “W-what?” She stared at her, completely dumbfounded and not believing that actually left her cute little mouth. “You’re ma mama. Always half been. Right, Papa?” Winnie rubbed her eyes, the pain subsiding in her ankle. Grayson looked down at his daughter before looking at Y/N, “Thats right, pumpkin’. She’s your mama.” He spoke and the second those words left his mouth, Y/N felt her heart skip a beat and fill up with love. “How about I go down and get us some ice cream?” She asked, smiling as she tapped her gently on the nose. Winnie’s face lit up brightly before nodding her head, “yeah! yeah!” She giggled, wiggling in her dad’s arms. “Alright, lets bring you to the couch and I’ll make you an ice cream sundae.” Y/N smiled, getting up and heading to the kitchen knowing Grayson was close behind with Winnie in his arms.

Once she was on the couch and my little pony was on, Grayson was leaning against the doorframe in the kitchen and staring at Y/N. “Believe me now?” His voice caused her to jump a little, “What do you mean?” She asked, grabbing three bananas. “C’mon, you know what I mean.” The taller male came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, causing her to stop making their deserts for a moment. “I love you and I’ll prove it to you every day if I have too, Y/N. I’m sorry it took me this long to realize you’re the one for me. Winnie has always been my top priority and she’s clearly always been yours too and that’s why you’re her mom. We both know it. You were always meant to be her mom, now all you have to do is agree to be my girlfriend so you can move in and we can be a family.” As he spoke the words she’s always dreamed about, tears started falling down her cheeks. “Hey, hey. Don’t cry.. why are you crying?” Concern was heard in Gray’s voice as he turned her around so she was looking at him. “I just.. I never thought this would happen. I always thought I’d just be your nanny and eventually you’d meet a girl, fall in love, get married and you wouldn’t need me anymore.” Her voice was quiet as she looked down at her feet. With his pointer finger, Grayson gently placed it under her chin and made her look at him. “I will always need you. Winnie will always needs you. I love you and that’s never going to change, Y/N.” Leaning down, he pressed a soft sweet kiss upon her lips and she melted into it. Wrapping her arms around his neck, a squeal escaped her lips as he picked her up and spun her around. “Babe!” She giggled, she rested her hands against his chest once he set her down. “I love you too, y’know.” Y/N smiled brightly, “I know and I’m so thankful. Now, let’s go bring our daughter her sundae before she has a complete meltdown.” Grayson chuckled, kissing her softly.

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tags: @aquadolan @pineappledols @mmmmmgd @vinylhazza @dolanshellyes @starlightdolan @graysavant @jjustjoy

[bapha]

Collaboration work with @reluctantlyback for @yoihomezine from last year. We are free to post now, so enjoy! Please read Aza work, it’s a pretty domestic day for the gang. You can read read the fic here or go to Ao3: His Gold by Aza. T, 2.501 words. Canon compliant, post-series, Victuri, russian family.

Yuuri can’t help feeling nervous and awkward during around the Russian skaters his first few days in St. Petersburg. Thankfully, McDonald’s is an international favorite for cheat day meals. And besides, Viktor is there too.

As he laced up his skates and stepped onto the ice, Yuuri marveled at the grand Sports Champions Club rink. Even though he’d already been training there for a couple of days, the sheer enormity of it still stunned him. And of course, the fact that he was practicing in Viktor’s home rink never failed to make his inner fanboy light up with joy.

               Once he finished his warm-ups, he skated to the section of rail where Viktor stood, one finger tapping gently against his lip. “Well? Where should I start, coach?” Yuuri let himself purr the last word, knowing exactly how much Viktor loved to hear it. A faint blush rushed to his fiancé’s cheeks.

               Viktor leaned over the railing. He put his hands around Yuuri’s shoulders and leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “One of these days, you’re going to say that, and I won’t be able to stop myself, dorogoy.”

               This time, it was Yuuri who turned pink. He jerked back a little—just enough so that he wasn’t quite so close, but still within Viktor’s arms. “Not here,” he hissed, feeling his cheeks warm further. His coach pouted.

               “We’re alone though,” Viktor pointed out. “The others won’t be here for another hour and a half.”

               “That—that’s not the point!” Yuuri pulled back a little more, trying his best to ignore Viktor’s pout. “Coach Feltsman trusted us enough to arrange for us to use the rink for a couple hours before he comes in. We shouldn’t abuse that trust.”

               Viktor smiled slightly. “I guess… Okay! Let’s work on your short program step sequence. It was absolutely, what’s the English word—stilted! —at the Grand Prix. I want you to keep running through it until I say you can stop.”

               Yuuri nodded. Now that he’d memorized his routines and mastered most of his jumps, he rarely needed Viktor on the ice. Besides, Yuuri thought as he skated out to the center, it was probably for the best that his fiancé conserves more energy now that Viktor was competing as well.

               The familiar strums of the guitar echoed through the near-empty rink as Yuuri wrapped his arms around himself. He took only a moment to become immersed in the music. Only Viktor’s occasional shouted criticism alerted him to the passage of time. Yuuri danced and spun on the ice, taking full advantage of his high stamina to run through the Eros step sequence over and over. He imagined the endless haze of a night spent getting drunk, every pole dancing class, the heat of a night spent with Viktor. That, he knew, was his true eros, his ultimate performance by which he’d finally win a gold medal. By the time his coach called him over for a break, nearly an hour had passed.

               “Very good, very sexy.” Viktor leaned over the barrier again. “I really felt that performance,” he murmured, one hand tracing Yuuri’s collarbone, the other cupping his own chin.

               Yuuri gulped. “W-what next?”

               Viktor sighed and withdrew his hand. “So devoted. Hmm…quad flips. Land three or four in a row, then skate a few laps and try again. Let’s aim for…three rounds.”

               “Yes, coach!” Yuuri pushed off the rail and gathered speed, thinking only of the magnificent jump’s incredible height and power, imagining ice chips flying with the force of his takeoff. He began entry, and with a final push—

               He spun in midair once, twice, three times—four! He landed neatly on one foot, and immediately collected more speed for another jump. Yuuri finished the round and began skating laps, allowing himself to cool down a bit before attempting a second sequence.

               As he entered the next cycle of three jumps, the doors to the rink opened with a bang and a groan and a general clamor of voices and gear rustling in bags. Yuuri recognized Yurio’s shouts and what sounded like Georgi whimpering in pain. A distinctly feminine laugh—Mila, maybe—echoed over the two.

               Yuuri tried to mentally refocus. Now was not the time to lose concentration and flub a jump, not when the rest of the rink’s skaters had just arrived. He skated faster. He moved into the entry position, and out of the corner of his eye, spotted Coach Feltsman moving towards the rail. Pushing for liftoff, he pulled his arms in and jumped.

               Four tight rotations later, he came down hard, double-footing the landing in an effort to stay upright. Frowning, he gathered speed again, catching a glimpse of Viktor’s silvery hair as his fiancé turned to face his own coach. Coach Feltsman gestured wildly toward the ice. Yuuri flinched instinctively and managed only a triple before slamming onto the ice.

               “Yuuri!” Viktor’s voice wasn’t disappointed by any means, but Yuuri couldn’t help feeling wary as he skated towards his fiancé and Coach Feltsman.

               “Yes, Vitya?” He wrung his hands out of Viktor’s view.

               Coach Feltsman grunted, catching Yuuri’s attention, and in his heavy accent instructed him to get off the ice. Yuuri nodded quickly and moved to follow the order.

               As he cleaned off his skates and placed them in his bag, Yuuri noticed that nobody had taken his place on the ice. In fact, Yurio seemed to be engaged in a rather vicious shouting match with his coach, Mila and Georgi standing nearby, mouths agape. Viktor, on the other hand, was watching the confrontation with an amused look on his face.

               Yuuri shouldered his bag, prepared to relocate to the gym or dance studio. He caught Viktor’s eye, and moved to his side. “Where to, coach?”

               Viktor smiled. “Lunch!”

               The arguing between Coach Feltsman and Yurio came to an abrupt halt. Yuuri frowned. “It’s not even noon.”

               “No arguing, Yuuri!”

               “But—”

               “Later tonight, darling!”

               Yuuri felt his face turn bright red. He stammered something out, but it was drowned out by Yurio’s gagging noise.

               “Shut up, old man! There are other people around you two morons! Gross! I’m even a fucking minor!”

               Viktor smiled pleasantly, and it grew to a full-on heart-shaped grin as he spoke. “I should hope not; even if you’re at the age of consent, you’re our kotyonok, so no.”

               “I’LL MURDER YOU, YOU GODDAMN PERVERT—!”

               Yuuri and Viktor made a quick escape, leaving Mila, Georgi, and an exasperated and somewhat terrified Coach Feltsman to deal with Yurio’s sudden, violent rage.

                 By the time they had gathered outside the rink, Viktor had queued at least six restaurant websites on his phone. Yuuri watched with some amusement as his fiancé flicked through another food blog with sparkles in his eyes.

               “Yuuri, what do you think of this place? It’s a Korean place, Makko Li, and it’s got great reviews—here, look.” Viktor extended his phone long enough for Yuuri to catch a glimpse of a cozy brick interior before snatching it back to flip to a picture of a warm but sleek restaurant. “Or we could go to here, Phali Hinkali; it has nearly four hundred five-star reviews. But it is a cheat day, so maybe Italian? A plate full of carbs is a cheat day classic…”

               The sound of doors squeaking open caused Yuuri to glance up. Mila, Georgi, and a reluctant (and stomping) Yurio exited the rink, bags slung over their shoulders. The two older skaters stopped a few feet away from Yuuri and Viktor, allowing Yurio to come to a screeching halt only a couple inches from Viktor’s phone.

               “What are you doing, standing around like that, old man?” Yurio wasn’t yelling, but his harshness was still present. Yuuri noticed distantly that his face was still red from shouting. “You’re blocking traffic. Get out of my way.”

               Viktor looked up, the picture of innocence. “But Yurio—”

               “That’s not my name, damn it!”

               “—we’re all going to eat together! All five of us!” Viktor smiled brightly and walked past Yurio to put an arm around Georgi and Mila’s shoulders.

               Yurio bristled. Yuuri thought about taking a small step back from the blond ball of anger, but one glare from Yurio had him frozen.

               Viktor dragged Mila and Georgi over, nearly barreling into Yurio. “I’ll pay! Join us!”

               Yurio’s frown eased a bit. “Fine, but only because you’re paying. I still hate you all.”                “Perfect!” Viktor smiled, but then frowned. “Where should we go, moy dorogoy?”

               Yuuri thought for only a moment. “McDonald’s. I haven’t had any since I left Detroit, and nothing comes close in unhealthy-cheat-day content.”

               Mila grinned. “…McDonald’s? As in the American burger chain? I’m in!”

               “Oh, I went there after Anya—” Georgi’s eyes began to water, but he quickly choked out assent to eating there. Yurio glared, but didn’t object, so they all began walking down the sidewalk. Mila and Yurio exchanged scathing insults, while Georgi and Viktor made pleasant small talk.

               Despite holding his Vitya’s hand, Yuuri felt isolated. Though Viktor and Georgi made the effort to speak in English, the overwhelming sound of Russian gnawed on his anxieties. At least when he’d moved to Detroit, he’d had a passable grasp of English. All the Russian he knew were pet names and a few choice curses. Before he could worry too much, Viktor squeezed his hand, and Yuuri refocused on Georgi’s somewhat animated tale of his first date with Katya, another woman unsuspecting of the skater’s flair for dramatics.

               By the time they reached McDonald’s, the lunch rush hadn’t quite started, so Yuuri walked right up to the counter. While menus varied slightly between countries, McDonald’s had a fairly standardized selection. Yuuri knew exactly what he wanted: a Big Mac easy on the mayo and liberal with the onions, a medium fry, and a large sweet tea. Viktor, to his credit, didn’t even blink as he placed the order, pausing for a moment after finishing.

               “Pick out my meal, Yuuri? I’m starving.”

               “Uh…I think you’ll like the mushroom and swiss.”

               Viktor pouted. “That’s it?”

               “You and your insanely fast metabolism,” Yuuri muttered. Clearing his throat, he added “Large fry and a small McFlurry, plus a cup for water.”

               “Sounds amazing!” They stepped aside for the others to order, and once Viktor swiped his card to pay, went in search of a table. Georgi and Mila slid into one side of a booth, leaving Viktor, Yurio, and Yuuri to split the other side of the booth.

               Yurio glared. “Idite vy,” he hissed, but after a quick frown from Viktor, stalked off to retrieve their food. Viktor scooched all the way to the window, leaving Yuuri to plant himself solidly in the middle. The table was silent. Mila twisted to check on their order. Georgi tapped out a text.

               Viktor attempted to make small talk, but Yuuri couldn’t manage anything more than noncommittal mumbles. With the Russian skaters listening, Yuuri couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. Even though he knew they didn’t hate him, his mind kept going back to his failed quad flips, insisting they resented him for wasting ice time. And, his mind supplied unhelpfully, they had to hate him for bringing disgrace to the rink’s flawless and pristine image. Who was he, his brain mocked, to think he was good enough to practice at Russia’s premier rink—?

               Yurio slammed their trays down. A couple of fries on the top went flying in the air and skittered across the table. “Here’s the stupid food.” He flopped down next to Yuuri, grabbed his burger and drink, and began eating with fervor. The others blinked, and as if electrified by Yurio’s actions, began a mad scramble to properly identify which items were whose.

               Yuuri bit into his Big Mac and had to keep himself from moaning. Good old-fashioned American grease, Viktor by his side plowing through his fries…it was the subject of many a Detroit dream. The pleasant silence brought on by everybody eating calmed Yuuri’s nerves. If he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend that he was back in America, in the McDonald’s just off campus, sinking his teeth into a meal Celestino would murder him for.

               Almost. Yuuri could not ignore Viktor’s knee against his, or the way his fiancé’s arm brushed against his own as Viktor reached for his McFlurry, or the twin glint of their rings as they caught the noon sun. It made an idyllic if somewhat bizarre scene, and as Viktor reached for another fry, Yuuri grabbed his hand.

               “Hmm? Is something the matter, my Yuuri?” Viktor frowned slightly in concern.

               Yuuri smiled softly. “I just feel so happy right now, Vitya.”

               Viktor blushed, a soft pink dusting his cheeks. His blue, blue eyes narrowed somewhat as he smiled. “I love you too, zolotse.”

               A muffled thump caught Yuuri’s attention. Mila had dropped her chicken tender, mouth still open. Georgi’s eyes became suspiciously bright, and sure enough, he began to cry.

               “Is something wrong?” Yuuri asked.

               “It’s just—” Georgi sniffled. “Such p-pure love!” He began to sob in earnest, fries long forgotten.

               Yurio made a gagging noise. “Blin, keep that romance shit at home, Viktor! Nobody wants to see that out in public.”

               “Mind your language, Yurio,” Viktor singsonged, narrowly dodging a fry flying towards his head.

               Yurio settled for making a rude gesture and refocusing on plowing through his remaining fries.

               “Um, Mila?” Yuuri asked, hyperaware of Georgi’s tears and Yurio’s volatile temper. “What does that mean, ‘zolotse’? Vikor won’t translate it for me.”

               She stared for a moment, mouth still agape. “…gold. It means ‘my gold.’”

               Yuuri flushed, feeling his face turn red as the linoleum seats. “Really?” he asked, turning toward his fiancé. “But I haven’t won a gold yet.”

               Viktor flipped his hair, doing his best to act nonchalant. “Well, you know. I guess you at least got me a gold ring, so.”

               Yuuri smirked slightly, forgetting completely about their company. “Of course, Vitya. I love you too.”

                  By the time everyone had finished their meal, Yurio, Mila, and Georgi were adamant about returning to the rink. Viktor, on the other hand, dragged Yuuri back toward their shared apartment. “I need a little ‘Yuuri’ time,” he’d said, drawing said man into a kiss.

As they walked hand-in-hand down the St. Petersburg streets, Yuuri thought about how nervous he’d been to move to Russia: how he’d worried Viktor’s rinkmates would hate him; that he’d miss Hasetsu excessively like he had in Detroit; that the language would be too hard to grasp; that despite Viktor’s presence, it wouldn’t feel like home.

But Mila and Georgi were openly welcoming (Yurio wasn’t even too hostile), he was slowly but surely picking up bits of Russian, and he didn’t miss Hasetsu the way he once had. His hometown would always be part of his heart, but now...

Yuuri gathered the courage to very quietly say, “Moy dom tam, gde ty.” He burrowed his face into his coat, unable to look up thanks to his blush.

               Viktor’s step faltered for a beat but resumed its steady pace quickly. “I feel exactly the same way, my Yuuri. My life, my love.”

[the-lady-of-stars]

Hearts Together, Forget the Weather

Poe Dameron x Reader

Requested by @yana-versio

Warnings: Angst (but also fluff so don't worry)

Summary: A friends to lovers trope with Poe Dameron. A mission to a cold planet doesn't quite go perfectly when you get stuck and have to stay in the cold until help arrives. ( I know this is an overdone plot and I’m so sorry but I love it and it never gets old for me. Sometimes you've just got to stick to the classics lol. )

The clouds flew past as you and your best friend Poe soared over Hoth in your X-Wings. You could feel the cold seeping into your ship already, making the hairs on your arms prick up. 

“You good over there?” you heard Poe’s voice through the comms. 

“A bit cold but I’ll manage,” you retorted. 

“Same over here, but we can get a campfire set up in a few minutes. We've reached our destination.” 

You both tilted your ships down and began your descent, aiming for a rocky ledge on the side of a mountain. The First Order were supposedly building a weapon somewhere on the mountain, so you and Poe had been sent by General Organa to check it out. A minute later you reached the ledge, landing gently. You pulled off your helmet, placing it by your feet and fastening all of the buttons and straps on your flight suit as you knew you would be swarmed by icy winds the second you exited your X-Wing. 

Bracing yourself, you jumped down onto the ledge, feet landing in a deep layer of snow. The snow went all the way up to your kneecaps, making you huff in annoyance. Poe turned to look at you, laughing the second he saw you.

“So glad you find this funny, Dameron.” you groaned.

“Aww, poor little Y/N. You stuck, sweetheart?” Poe mocked you, sticking out his lower lip in an exaggerated pout.

“Oh man. Hilarious. I mean really, Poe. Why did you join the Resistance when you could have been a comedian?” you snarked, making Poe laugh even more, clutching his stomach. He stopped laughing quickly, however, when you scooped up a handful of snow and launched it right at his face. 

“Oh yeah? That's how you wanna play, Princess? Fine- I’ll play your game!” Before you could register what was happening, Poe leapt onto you, bringing you both flat into the snow with a scream. 

“Poe!” you cried out in a fit of laughter, as he lay on top of you barely able to breathe after how much he was laughing with you. After a few moments, you managed to calm down a little, suddenly realising that your best friend and long-time crush was lying directly on top of you. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment of your little crush. ‘Come on Y/N, that's the Poe Dameron you're on about. You're his best friend, there are plenty of girls in the Resistance he could choose over you.’ you thought to yourself. 

A strong, icy breeze blew over you both, making you shiver. 

“C’mon, Princess. Lets get some shelter in that cave.” He straightened up, pulling you up with him. Carefully, you trudged through the snow. Your foot got caught on a rock underneath the snow, making you yelp and topple forwards. Before you could land in the snow again, two arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you up to Poe’s chest. Poe’s face was right in front of yours, making him smirk at you. You noticed a slight blush on his cheeks, but surely it coudn’t have been because of you, could it? It must have been because of the cold. 

“Well hey there, Sweetheart. Fancy seeing you here! What’s a gal like you doing in a place like this?”

“Shut it, Dameron.”

Poe chuckled, pulling you up and carrying you bridal style towards the cave’s opening, making your heart race. You could feel your face heat up again. 

“Clearly you can’t be trusted to walk on your own, Sweetheart. Luckily for you, you’ve got a handsome knight in orange armour to save you.”

“Handsome, huh?” you smirked.

“Of course. I mean just look at me, Y/N. I'm gorgeous.” he sniffed, tilting his head up to emphasise his jaw. 

“Wow! And so modest!” you joked. 

“Careful there, sweetheart. Don't forget who's holding you in his arms right above some icy rocks.”

“Ya know? Icy rocks are getting more and more tempting after every word you speak.”

In response to this, Poe pretended to drop you, lunging down and making you scream. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on tightly. He snickered, pulling you back up to his chest. 

“Bastard,” you exhaled, only serving to strengthen his laughter. 

When you reached the cave, he set you down on the floor, pulling his backpack off and settling down next to you. He opened his backpack, pulling out a bundle of wood and some matches to start a fire. 

Just as he was about to strike the matchstick against the box, the ledge you had landed your X-Wings on collapsed, causing both ships to tumble down the mountain and the icy ceiling of the cave to crack, sending shards of ice and a flow of water on top of you both. You and Poe both yelped, lurching backwards. The freezing water had soaked the matches, wood, blankets and most importantly- you and Poe. You could feel the water clinging to the thin material of your flight suit, the outer layer already freezing over from the sharp winds. 

“Shit!” Poe gasped out, violently quaking from the cold. His hands were clutching his chest in a desperate attempt to get any heat. 

“Everything’s soaked! Our ships are destroyed at the bottom of the mountain, we can’t make a fire and our blankets are dripping.” you got out through chattering teeth. “What do we do now?”

“Stars, I can barely think. We’re gonna die of hypothermia if we don't do something quick. C’mere.” he nodded to himself, opening his arms for you and sitting back against the wall. 

“W-what?” you chattered.

“We need body heat. Come here, we’ll freeze to death if you don't.” 

You sighed, watching your breath curl out of your mouth in the air. Moving proved to be more difficult than you had thought it would be. Your body was trembling so rapidly that your legs gave out, landing you right in Poe’s lap. 

“Good girl,” he whispered, hissing through his teeth straight after when a breeze entered the cave. You clutched each other, both burying your faces into the other’s neck. 

“We need to contact the Resistance,” you murmured. 

“My comm’s busted.” Poe groaned. 

You drew your wrist to your front, trying to turn on your holo-watch. If you could just get it to turn on you could call General Organa and have her send out a rescue fleet and medical team. You tapped the device roughly, in a desperate attempt to make the screen light up. An electric crackle sounded out as the screen blinked on, flickering between on and off. 

“Oh come on!” you groaned. 

Finally the holo-watch stayed on, making you and Poe cry out in celebration. You swiped through the applications to find the communications, pressing it and going straight to Leia’s direct comm. 

“General? General Organa, are you there?” Poe called out, putting every shred of hope he had on her answering.

“Loud and clear, Poe. Is everything alright? You don't sound too good.” Leia replied, making you both sigh in relief.

“The ledge we landed on collapsed completely and now we’re trapped inside an ice cave. The collapse also caused a load of water to fall on us so we’re soaked and exposed to high speed winds at the top of a mountain.” you added. 

“Shit,” she replied, “Okay just hold on. I’m sending a rescue team out right now. I can practically hear you both freezing to death. You two stay close, you hear me? I can’t go losing my two  best pilots now, can I?” she smiled, trying to lighten the mood to the best of her ability. 

“Yes ma’am.” you both laughed in sync. 

The call disconnected, making it just you and Poe alone at the top of a mountain again. 

“Mm, Poe. I’m so cold,” you whimpered, burying yourself further into his arms. 

Poe looked down to see your lips turning blue, feeling you quake even more rapidly. 

“Stars, Princess. Stay with me. C’mon, Y/N.” He choked out. 

Your vision was slowly fading, things becoming slightly blurry. 

“Poe, I'm tired.” you sniffled.

“No, no, no. Baby, come on. You can’t leave me- not like this. I love you,” a tear escaped from his eye.

“W-what?”

“I- I said that- I love you Y/N. I do. I have for a while now. This isn't exactly how I planned on telling you but I may not have another chance so- there you go. I love you, Y/N.” 

Your vision was now going black, muscles releasing their tight grip on Poe. 

The last thing you managed to say before you blacked out was “I love you too.”

Poe sobbed, clutching your bitingly-cold body. 

“No, no, no. Y/N don't go. No!” Poe rasped, soon finding his own vision blackening. 

“Y/N-” he whimpered before falling unconscious.

Half an hour later, the Resistance arrived, dragging you and Poe’s unconscious bodies into the ship and getting you medical care as soon as you entered. They had found you slumped together on the floor of the cave, both of your lips a rich blue and breaths shallow. 

- Time Skip to the Medical Bay on D’Qar -

You groaned, blinding white lights piercing your eyelids. After a minute or two of squinting you had finally adjusted to the light, managing to open your eyes. 

The first thing that came to your mind was Poe, and you began to panic about his safety. You must have been calling out for him because the next thing you knew, the curtain surrounding your bed was peeled back, a nurse frantically running to you. 

“Miss Y/L/N, you're finally awake!” 

“Where’s Poe?” you gazed at her desperately. 

“Commander Dameron is absolutely fine, nothing to worry about. You both suffered from severe hypothermia but you're right as rain already. In fact, he's in the bed next to you if you'd like to see him?”

“Please?” you begged. 

The nurse stood, pulling back the curtain separating you from the bed next to you. There you saw Poe, who appeared to have also only just woken, groaning as a nurse checked his eyes with a flashlight.

“Poe!” you called out. 

“Y/N! You’re okay!” he cried. 

The nurse wheeled your bed over to his, pushing them together and leaving you two alone, followed by Poe’s nurse. 

Poe rolled over to his side to face you, you doing the same thing. Without another word, Poe grabbed the back of your head and pulled you in for a desperate kiss, one that only lovers who thought their partner had died could achieve. You felt his tears falling onto your cheeks, making you reach up and stroke his jaw. You pulled away and panted for a moment, regaining your breath as your foreheads rested together. 

“I thought you’d died. I watched you pass out on me. You looked so frail.” he whimpered. 

“Shhhh, shh, I’m okay. We’re both okay.”

“I love you Y/N,” he cried gently.

“I know,” you smiled.

From the other side of the med-bay, Leia was watching you both, feeling reminded of her reunion with Han. She’d always seen herself and Han in you both. How you'd gone from just bickering, to being friends, to lovers. She loved you both as though you were her children. Leia smiled knowingly as she watched Poe pull you into another kiss, vowing to herself that she’d keep you two as safe as she could.

You weren't cold any more. Not at all. Quite the opposite, in fact. You had Poe now. You were both home, safe, loved. It may not have been a conventional start to a relationship but hey, where would be the fun in that? 

[icedcoffeeissupreme]

Birthday Cake for a Demon

Prompt:  “Sorry I ruined your birthday and summoned a demon, but they were real nice. They even helped us bake the cake.”

Word count: 2.5k

I pick up the black cat ear headband, using it to keep the hair out of my face as I do my makeup for the night. As I finish up my phone buzzes,

‘Hey, I’ll be there in 5 and I have a surprise…’. Oh god, Lisa and surprises usually don’t go well together, last time she “had a surprise” for me we almost got arrested for trespassing. My phone buzzes again, ‘And don't worry, we won’t have to have Jisoo bale us out this time ;p’. I roll my eyes with a smile on my face, I felt so bad for calling poor Jisoo at three in the morning to come get us. I set my phone back down and picking up the curling iron, wrapping it around the sections of my hair needing it. Once I’m done I fix the cat ears so they’re sat on the top of my head. I take a quick look at myself in the mirror before deciding that my look is complete, the short black dress hugging my curves well and the black lipstick on my top lip completing the look along with the whiskers drawn in eyeliner. I walk out of the bathroom and down the stairs, making my way to the kitchen and pouring myself something to drink as I hear a knock on my door before Lisa walks in, dressed as a devil judging from the horns and red dress. She runs over giving me a tight hug before pulling away with a wild grin,

“Guess what I brought?”

“What?”

“I said guess”, her eyes light up as I think for a minute,

“Well I’m hopefully popcorn but I have a feeling that’s not it”

“Not even close. I brought us a Ouija board to play with”, my expression drops.

“No way, you know shit like that freaks me out!”

“Oh come on, just humor me and play”, I remain silent, “Pretty please”, I sigh.

“Fine. But I’m taking a shot first” Lisa jumps in excitement.

“Poor me one too”, I walk over and grab two shot glasses along with tequila. I pour the shots, handing one to her along with the salt shaker and a lime. We both down our shots and my face twists in disgust at the taste. Lisa grabs my hand and drags me over to the living room and pulls me to sit on the floor. She pulls the board out of her bag and sets it in between the two  of us, setting the planchette in the middle of the board. We both place our two fingers on it,

“Go ahead and ask something”

“Okay first, no, you brought the board you’re asking first. Second, I’m pretty sure you have to ask if someone’s there first.”

“For someone who doesn’t like this stuff you know a lot about it”, she smirks,

“I’ve seen enough horror movies to know that”. She rolls her eyes playfully.

“Okay, is there anyone here we can talk to?”, the planchette moves to the “yes”. She looks at me, I assume she’s just playing and moving it herself so I decide to humor her.

“How many of you are there?”, it moves to the “2” and I look back up at Lisa

“Okay, um, what are your names?”. “J”, “e”, “n”, “n”, “i”, “e” and “R”, “o”, “s”, “e”. I look at Lisa.

“I know it’s you, can we go make popcorn and watch shitty horror movies now?”

“I swear it’s not me”

“Right, okay well would “Jennie” and Rose” like to visit us?”, It again moves to the “Yes”. Suddenly the room feels colder and a shiver runs down my spin. I feel a presence behind me but when I turn to look there’s nothing, just a draft I guess. I turn back around to look at Lisa but as I do  I gasp, behind her is stood two women. The one has light brown hair and the other has red, both of them have a piercing gaze and blank expressions. I point behind her,

‘L-Lisa”, she looks, jumping and moving over to be beside me.

“What the fuck”, one of the women speaks up,

“You invited us did you not?”

“W-we did, we just didn’t think anything would actually happen!”, the one girls starts to approach us,

“Have you learned nothing from movies little humans? Don’t play with Ouija boards if you don’t know what you’re doing” she tuts.

“If you want something from us just tell us now”, Lisa speaks up with her usual confidence. The one with brown hair speaks this time,

“If I do recall, you summoned us dear humans”. I remain silent for a minute before speaking up.

“Well I’m going to go drink, I need a lot more tequila to deal with… this”, I gesture to the girls and the one with brown hair speaks,

“Mind if I come?”, I shrug, being slightly afraid of saying no. I walk to the kitchen and grab the bottle of tequila, taking a drink straight from the bottle and making a face of displeasure. The girl watches me with a glint of curiosity in her eyes. She takes the bottle and drinks from it like I did seconds ago, her expression remaining nonchalant.

“You just drank tequila straight up and made it look like you were drinking water?”, I ask more than I say.

“Trust me hon I’ve drank a lot stronger. Tequila is nothing to me”, I blush slightly at the nickname and she seems to notice, handing me back the bottle and leaning on the counter. I take a another drink, trying to make the nervousness melt away. Why does she make me so nervous? I mean sure she’s a demon and sure she’s really pretty, her eyes a deep brown and her lips full. I only realize that I’d zoned out whilst staring at her when she clears her throat, looking at me with a smirk. “So what’s with the get up?”

“Well it is Halloween, I’m dressed as a cat and Lisa is dressed as a devil”. She laughs and she struts over, towering over me by at least eight inches though I assume some of them are from the heels she’s wearing, adding at least four inches to her. She traces her finger over the choker I’m wearing and smiles to herself.

“Well what a cute cat you are”, I feel my face grow red again and her smirk only broadens. She brushes a strand on my hair behind my ear, “So what’s the cat’s name?”

“Y/n. What’s yours?”

“You can call me Jennie”.

“Could I ask how old you are or would that be rude?”

“Well I’m twenty three in humans years but as for demon years I’m two thousand and three hundred”

“Damn, that’s a lot of birthday parties”, I laugh a little,

“Birthday party?”

“Yeah, you know, have some cake and get presents on the day you were born”, she tilts her head to the side and shrugs,

“Must be a human thing”

“Wait, you’re telling me you’ve never had a birthday party?”

“Nope”, she pops the “p” and starts twirling a piece of my hair. I frown a little at her never experiencing a birthday party before an idea pops into my head. I run over to my pantry and grab a box of cake mix before rummaging around for the rest of what I need. Jennie just watches me.

“What in the devil's name are you doing?”

“I’m gonna make you guys a birthday cake!. She raises a perfectly plucked brow but says nothing. I hand her a bowl with all the wet ingredients,

“Here can you mix this for a second?”, she looks at me blankly for a moment before she takes the bowl and begins mixing it. I run over and preheat the oven. I walk back over and Add the mix to the bowl and she continues stirring. Once done I dump the batter into the pan, putting it in the oven and making my way back over to grab another bowl along with other ingredients, I begin mixing them together and set the spoon on the counter after almost ten minutes of stirring.

“What’s this?” she points at the bowl.

“It’s frosting, you put it on cakes and cupcakes.”, she hums and I look at the oven to see how much longer is left. I bend down to grab candles out of the cabinet, “you can try some if you want”. As I’m standing back up she moves the spoon, it grazing my cheek. She looks back at me, letting out a giggle.

“Here, let me get that’, she reaches her hand out and wipes the icing off with her thumb, licking it and humming again. “It’s so sweet”

“Yeah it is pretty much just sugar”, I laugh and set the candles down, grabbing a box of food coloring,

“What color icing do you want?”, she taps her finger to her lips and again I find myself looking at her lips, they’re painted red and match her nails. I look back up to her almost black eyes and as she starts to speak.

“Red”

“I should’ve guessed”, I laugh a little again and she smiles.

“What can I say? I’m a predictable demon”

“Well I definitely didn’t predict you two actually showing up so”

“No one ever does”

“So you’ve been summoned by other people, aren’t you bound to to this apartment or something?”

“No, not at all. It’s kinda like at an office with a bunch of secretaries ready to answer the phone, whoever gets it first, gets it. Though I must say you’re lucky you got Rosé and I”

“Oh?”

“Well not every demon is like us, some might have tried to hurt you. We’re not all bad though, most of us like to just cause a little mischief before heading back” “What do you usually do?”

“Well Rose and I almost always go together and we usually like to play around and scare people so they never use the board again, believe it or not you can actually hire a demon”

“What can you hire them for?”, I ask, hanging onto every word.

“Well most either want a bodyguard, someone to inflict revenge”

“How do they pay you?”

“Well moist of us need human energy of some sort”

“Oh that’s… interesting”, I tilt my head to the side, “so how do you get back home if they decide not to hire you?”

“Well it takes a lot on energy to cross plans so we usually have to find something to “snack” on”

“‘Snack’ on?”

“Like I said, we need human energy to regain our own, like you need to eat and sleep to regain energy”

“So what do you do if you don’t get called in a long time?”

“Well we can cross over without someone asking, that’s just a more formal way of crossing over”, I nod and check the time on the oven again, walking over and grabbing an oven mitt before opening the door and taking the cake out. I set it on the counter to cool off.

“So about the energy thing, how to you...consume it?”

“Depends, the longer we stay the more energy we need to get back, normally something as simple as a kiss will do for the first twenty four hours”, I again nod before taking the icing and putting it onto the cake, grabbing the candles and lighting them.

“Ta da!”, she smiles before turning slightly to the living room.

“Hey Rose come here”. Lisa and Rose walk into the kitchen. Rose’s hair slightly messier than it was earlier ad Lisa’s red. Jennie gives Rose a knowing look. “Y/n made us a cake”

“You helped make it too”, she smiles at me. I walk over and set it in front of the two demons. They look at me in confusion, “You’re supposed to blow out the candles”, they both nod and lean in, blowing the flame out from the candles and I grab the knife, cutting four pieces of cakes and setting them on plates as I hand everyone there piece. Jennie, Lisa and I take our bites first and Rose soon follows after, “So what do you think?”. Jennie looks at me,

“It’s very good”, I smile and look over at Rose and she just nods in approval. As we finish our cakes Rose turns back to Jennie,

“So you ready to go?”

“After I find something to recharge”, Rose looks at me and then back at Jennie with a raised brow,

“Unlike you to not pounce on the first pretty thing you see”. Jennie glares and points to  the living room, Rose and Lisa both walking away.

“Sorry about that, she can be quite blunt”, Jennie sighs. I think for moment before deciding against my better judgment and responding.

“You know if you need you can kiss me, unless I’m not your type or something which is totally fine, I just-I just meant if you needed-”, she cuts me off with a finger to my lips and a raised brow.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah”, she smiles and her hands find my wait, pulling my closer. I wrap my arms around her neck as if we were about to hug and she leans in. As our lips touch I swear I can feel a spark. Her tongue darts out to ask permission and I oblige, allowing her to explore my mouth. As we kiss I can almost feel my own energy draining hers becoming more vibrant. She pulls away, leaving me breathless and chuckles,

“Looks like I got some lipstick on you”, I touch my fingers to my lips. Rose walks back into the room as she’s about to say something,

“Come on you gay demon”, Jennie rolls her eyes and turns to me,

“If you’d like to see me again just think about me while using the board”, she leans in to whisper in my ear, “You’re sweet””, she winks before walking away and into the living room with Rose. Lisa walks into the kitchen, her eyes falling to my lips,

“And what might you two have been doing?”

“I could tell you or you could tell me what you and Rose were doing while we were making the cake”, Lisa blushes and rolls her eyes,

“Come on, let’s go watch some bad horrors movies”,

“We should probably clean this up first”, I gestured to the mess Jennie and I made baking.

“Sorry I ruined your Halloween and summoned a demon, but they were real nice. They even helped us bake the cake. Well Jennie did, but they both liked it.”, I smile at the thought of Jennie before I begin cleaning up.

[horanhugssxx-blog]

He finds out you’re pregnant

Louis: "Babe, I need to say something and promise you won't get mad" Louis said as he joined me on our bed, me having a bag of crisps in my hand along with an iced tea. "O-OK" I stuttered, fearing the worst. So many things had gone through my mind at that moment. Maybe he had cheated on me, or he was breaking up with me. Either way, it wouldn't be good. "I'm really worried about you Y/N, you've been eating a lot lately, and you seem like you're gaining weight, is something wrong?" Louis said, causing me to sigh and allow tears to escape from my chocolate brown eyes. "Oh baby, I didn't mean to upset you" Louis said as he engulfed me in a tight hug. "I'm just worried because I love you so much and I don't want anything to you" Louis whispered in my ear. "Us" I mumbled, deciding that I would have to tell him sooner or later. "What?" Louis questioned.  "Us Louis, I'm pregnant" I replied. "W-We're gonna have a baby?" Louis said, looking down at my small one month old baby bump. "Yeah, we are Louis" I said, chuckling dryly as he smiled, placing his hands on my stomach. "I can't believe it Y/N, this is amazing" Louis said as he pressed his lips to mine.

Niall: "She's gorgeous Y/F/N" I commented as I ran my hand through the hair of my best friend's newborn baby girl named Dream. "Beautiful hair too" "Thanks Y/N" Harry commented as he took a seat on the arm rest of the couch where Y/F/N was seated. "I'm gonna get to da bathroom babe" Niall said as he kissed the top of my head, me nodding and watching as he walked away. "Here you go" I said, passing Dream to Y/F/N. "I'm gonna go and get some snacks, you guys want anything?" I asked. "No, I'm fine" Harry said, shrugging. I nodded and made my way into the kitchen, grabbing a bowl of crisps and returning to the living room. Niall was sitting on the couch, talking with Harry. "So do you know what you're having Y/N?" Y/F/N asks. "W-What? I asked nervously as Niall looked at me with a confused look on his face. "Do you know if you're having a girl or a boy?" Y/N repeated, making it more clear what she was asking. "Um...." I said, turning to Niall who had a surprised look on his face. "You're pregnant?" Niall asked, looking me in the eye. "I think we should get going" Y/F/N said awkwardly as she stood up along with Harry. She walked off, whispering a quick sorry in my ear before exiting Niall and I's shared flat. "Niall, I'm sorry I hadn't told you yet. I had this whole plan to decorate the empty room beside ours with baby things, but I hadn't finished yet and, and" I rambled as Niall shook his head, walking up to me and pressing his lips to mine. "It's alright Y/N" Niall mumbled against my lips. He placed his hands on my belly, looking down at it. "I'm gonna be a daddy" he commented, causing me to chuckle.

Harry: "You want a beer Y/N?" Harry asked, passing me a glass bottle. "No thanks Harry" I replied, shaking my head and knowing that I shouldn't be drinking while I was pregnant. Harry and I were hanging out with the guys and watching the football (soccer) game on the TV. "I'm just gonna go and get some snacks" I said. "Alright" Harry sighed as I walked out of the room, going straight into the kitchen. I picked up a bag of pretzel sticks along with a water, taking them into the living room. Just as I was about to take my seat, I heard my name slip from Harry's lips. "She's just not much fun anymore mates. We haven't had sex in like a month, she's eating a lot more, and she refuses to go out with me. " Harry complained, causing me to whimper and cover my mouth with my hand. "Oh come on mate, you've been married for almost two years, you don't want to throw it all away now do you?" Liam commented. "Of course not Liam! I mean I still love her more than I ever could, but I wish she'd let loose every once in a while" Harry said, taking a sip of his beer. I sighed, thinking that I had heard enough. So I marched into the kitchen and threw the pretzels onto the counter, going straight into my room. "Princess?" Harry asked as she entered the room, slowly. I sniffed and wiped the tears off of my cheeks. "What the hell do you want Harry?" I spat. "I'm sorry you had to hear that" Harry said as he joined me on the bed, kissing my temple. "But you do seem different Y/N, why don't you ever want to go out with me anymore? Is it something about me that you don't like?" "No, I just- I-I'm pregnant Harry" I said as his eyes widened. "You're pregnant? Oh babe I am so sorry I said those things, I didn't know" Harry said. "It's OK Harry, I should have told you sooner" I cried. "No, no, I'm just glad I know now, we're gonna have a baby" Harry said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my belly.

Liam: "So I've been meaning to tell you something Li" I spoke lowly as we walked through the cold streets of London. "Wait a second Y/N is that Danielle?" Liam said as he approached a girl, smiling and tapping her on the shoulder. "Dani?" he questioned, the girl swinging around. "Liam, hey, it's nice to see you" she said, shoving me and bringing Liam in for a hug. "You look amazing" Liam commented, eyeing her body and licking his lips. She was wearing a short skirt with a white crop top that looked like a bra. I sighed, looking down and covering my 2 month old baby bump. "Dani, this is my girlfriend Y/N" Liam said, not even looking at me when he said this. "Wife" I corrected, flashing my large diamond ring. "What do you say we go and get some lunch Li?" Danielle said, stroking his arm. "Sure" Liam agreed. I attempted to take a hold of his hand, but he shook me off, entering a nearby restaurant with Danielle. Frowning, I followed the two of them into the restaurant. We ordered our food, me getting about three plates while Danielle got one. "Don't you think you're eating a bit much Y/N?" Liam asked. "No, not really" I said matter of factly. "Someone's grouchy" Danielle commented, causing me to become really angry. "That's it" I said, slamming my fork onto the table and getting ready to stand up. "What the fuck is wrong with you Y/N? Sit down" Liam ordered. "Don't yell at me Liam" I said, trying to remain calm. "Why shouldn't I huh? You're making a huge scene" Liam said. "Because I'm pregnant you idiot!" I screamed, drawing attention to myself. Everyone in the restaurant, including Liam looked at me with a shocked look on their face, causing me to look around nervously and run into the bathroom. After about a few seconds, Liam came in after me, engulfing me in a tight hug. "Baby girl, I am so so so sorry" Liam said, showering me with kisses. "I didn't know, I shouldn't have done that" "Yeah, you really shouldn't have" I said, sniffling. "How about I make it up to you, we can leave Danielle here and have a movie night once we get home" Liam suggested. "I'd like that Li" I said as he pressed his lips to mine. "We're gonna have a little payno running around the house soon" Liam said, kissing my stomach.

(Sorry, I don't have any ideas for Zayn)

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two - lost souls can’t reunite

book: the devil is my saviour

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song: how to save a life by the fray

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"And now you're just a stranger with all my secrets."

- Unknown

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C H A P T E R  T W O

I'm not a massive fan or a fan at all of running or sports. I could do them like anyone else but I'd have to be blackmailed and forced. I just didn't find them in anyway exciting. I was a couch potato of the best kind and very proud at that. But when I saw her, everything in me just woke up. Like my body went on survival mode and my mind alert. It was an adrenaline rush that overtook everything.

I ran, I didn't care about the book I was holding. I drop it without a thought. I could get it another day. I run away before the person could look up, run to my apartment block, run up the stairs and don't stop until I had reached my apartment. I slam the door behind me and lean on it, back to the door - slapping a hand to my face. My heart was beating rapidly and my throat was constricting any breathing as I wheeze. I inhale, long and sharp painful breaths. Slowly but surely, I seem to somehow find normal rhythm again.

I start walking to the kitchen, my legs felt like jelly and my body was shaking like a leaf amidst the strong force of wind. I place a palm to my forehead - ice cold. I shuffle to the hallway and crank up the heat dial - 10, 20, 30, 35 degrees. I make my way back as I rub my arms rapidly. My hands open the trusty glass cupboard and I bring the glass out placing it on the counter. I open the fridge - taking the Jack Daniel's out and opening the lid. Just a little tilt and the liquid pours' out into the glass and I sigh setting the bottle down. I clutch the counter edge tightly my knuckles turning paper sheet white. How can one person cause me to react so badly? I gulp the drink down, the liquid although burning my throat -offered ease.

I sit down on the floor, kicking my shoes off and shrugging my jacket off, leaning back. My body is sprawled out on the floor as if I were making a snow angel and my eyes close.

How was she here? Why? When?

I left her. I left them. I left it. I left it all but she was here. She looked different almost unrecognizable but I knew it was her. She had changed, her once long brown hair, boy short and crimson red. Her innocent look and style was replaced by tattoos, piercings and rock clothing. I knew it was her, only she would carry that many books at once and expect the world to stay out of her way. She said it was "common sense." We told her time and time again that if she continued she was going to run into someone that didn't see it as common sense. We told her. Trust it to be me to run into her.

I get up, dusting myself off then walking to the bathroom. I run the tap at the sink, the water gushes down and I look in the mirror. I look like shit to say the least. I yank the hairband that held my hair together off and wince at the stinging sensation. Placing the hairband that was twined with stray hairs down, I open the cabinet and grasp the tubular orange bottle that rattled when I shook it. I take two pills and pop them in my mouth swallowing it raw. I exhale and shook my head vigorously to somehow 'clear my mind' before cupping my hands to fill them with water; splashing it on my face multiple times.

She's here Aria.

What are you going to do Aria?

I could hide. Run away again.

You can't run away again Aria. Where are you going to go?

I don't know.

I don't know.

She's here.

I turn the tap off and shake my head again. I dry my face with the towel and look back in the mirror. I try to pinch my cheeks, pull at them, slap them but none of these bring colour to them and I stop as I hear the familiar ringtone of my phone. It was one of the nostalgic old ones that they used to have - back in the days, something about it made me feel at comfort. It was weird but true.

I frown and pluck my phone out of my back pocket. It was an unknown number, I never get unknown numbers so I let it ring and ring and ring until it stops. Seconds' after the ringing starts again and I let it ring until it stops again. But the ringing starts up again and I'm curious. I pick it up bringing the phone to my ear.

At first the line is silent and I would have thought there was no one there if it wasn't for the slight breathing I could hear. It felt like years before the person speaks.

"Hello?" The person says and my breath hitches. I never understood phrases like curiosity killed the cat but as I stood here breathing heavily with my heart stuck in my throat, I couldn't help but relate.

"Hello." She tries again and I blink excessively.

"Hello." I say, my voice coming out low and husky and I clear my throat.

"Meet me at the coffee shop on East Shore Corner in 30 minutes." She states quickly and all I heard after was silence- except my heavy breathing. She had cut it off. I widen my eyes, she knew I was here. She had my number - How? I had changed every source of contact. I don't dwell on it too much knowing I would get the answers in 30 minutes. But why would she want to see me after I left her - them all those years ago.

It's like a force pulling me to where she was. I start walking almost robotically, my legs moving one at a time. Soon enough I'm outside walking to the coffee shop not before bumping into the infamous devil. I wasn't in the mood for him- I never was. But now, now was definitely the wrong time.

"Angel you look like you've seen a ghost." He says walking next to me. Normally I would have a sarcastic, witty remark but I just shot him a look and he chuckles. "Time of the month, eh?"

I grit my teeth but continue walking - stomping my feet, him staying beside me.

I hated being nervous. It felt weird and awkward. Heart beating loud and fast. Mouth dry. Palms sweaty. Mind unfocused. It turned me into more of a mess than I already was.Time seems to go and the street seems to end as I position myself in front of the coffee shop. Everything is muffled - all I can hear is my heartbeat. I stare at the door for some time completely letting the fact that Greyson was right next to me slip.

"Are you gonna go in or just fucking stare at the place forever?"

I turn sharply and send him a heated glare.

"Go away Greyson." I push the door open forcefully, hearing the bells at the top of the door jingle and suddenly I feel small. I feel like taking my parting words back, turning around and being in the company of an enemy rather than facing her. I turn to check if he was still there, but he wasn't - he was gone. I'm by myself. I have to do it. I have to. I have to. I walk in slowly scanning the place. If it was her and I knew it was she would be already here. Even though it was 5 minutes before the set time she would be here. That's what always happened she was the early one and I was the late one. I was right. I recognise her red hair sitting at the booth in the corner and I reluctantly walk over, every step heavier than the last; halting when I was directly in front of it. Her head raises up, her eyes widen and she gulps. I could tell as much as she put on a confident front she was scared and so was I. I had seen her, heard her but I don't think I fully accepted that she was here until now.

"Sit down- I- I just- I just want to talk."

I nod and slide into the booth sitting opposite her. She smiles politely and I just stare back blankly not knowing exactly what to do. She's stirring her cup of coffee, what was it with people and their need for coffee. She looks up, stopping her motion. We're both just staring at each other not sure of what to say. I start to pick at my lips as I wait. She frowns almost simultaneously.

"You still do that." She says and I stop picking at my lips resorting to biting them.

"Li-"

I cut her off before she begins, "When did you get here?"

She frowns and looks down stirring absentmindedly, "How are you?"

I look out the window to my right, what was I supposed to say to that. The girl in front of me petrified me to no end, not because of anything she can or did do to me. But because she was a part of me I had left behind and regretted it everyday. Seeing her now caused all sorts of emotions I hadn't felt in a long time to arise. Why had I even come? It was a horrible idea.

I look back at her and bite my lip tightly, studying her features. Be brave Aria.

"Good, you?"

She grinds her teeth, "Just dandy."

I wince at her tone and return to looking outside. I don't say anything for a while and she doesn't either. We're both treading on thin ice, taking little baby steps both scared to break the ice.

I clear my throat and shift in my seat, "When did you get here?"

She stops stirring her coffee, that I was sure lacked warmth and I watch as she taps the spoon on the edge of the mug then places it on the small plate that held the mug.

She gave me a tight lipped smile, one of those smiles as if she couldn't believe how ignorant I was behaving. I knew I was being ignorant but this was a conversation that I never wanted to be having.

"Yesterday." She says. "I've been looking for you for some time and a friend tipped me on your location. So I came first thing, said you were going by the name of Aria now."

I nod and shrug, "That is my name isn't it."

"Yes but -"

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Why the hell do you think?" She remarks, her voice louder and her fist shaking on the table causing it to rattle.

"Well you need to stop." I state.

She slams her fist on the table and I clench my jaw at the attention we were receiving.

"You need to come back Aria. I'm losing my fucking mind."

"Be quiet." I snap, glaring at her and she sinks back in her seat. I had always been the violent one in our group - whereas she was the peacemaker. It was almost like good cop, bad cop. I was always causing trouble, not caring about the consequences. I learnt my lesson.

I let out a breath and rub my temple with my fingers. "Is everyone else good?"

"No. But that should be expected - right?" And there it was, the sudden change in her tone that I anticipated. I knew she wasn't here to just ask me to come back. She wanted to blame it on me. That's what she was good at, blaming other people but herself.

"Are you here to blame me for that? Is that really why your here?" I ask and she narrows her eyes.

"Aria." She starts with a breath. "You left us. No word. No notice. You just left. I had no idea what to do." She expresses.

I inhale deeply with my eyes closed. I let my eyes stay level with hers.

"Mackenna, I had my reasons. I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't."

"-and I could?" She hisses, then leans back as if she was trying to calm herself down before leaning forward again. "You always were so fucking selfish."

I clear my throat at her accusation but don't pay much attention to it.

"Last I heard your the older one - older ones are the leaders right."

"Last I heard you don't turn your back on family." She bites back.

I reply quickly. Too quickly. I do it without thinking. Without processing the words. 5 words, that I instantly regret.

"What - your my sister now."

She sucks in a breath and I pause. Shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean it. Shit. Fuck. Her eyes start to water but she blinks it away quickly but I notice it.

"I'm sorry." I whisper. I'm not sure if she heard me but I couldn't repeat it. She nods and I sigh.

"Look Mackenna. I'm sorry but I - I can't -"

"Can't or won't." She cuts in but I don't let it deter me. I need to get over it.

"I can't come back. I am not coming back. I have a life here. I- I enjoy my life here." I stand up and look away from her, patting myself down trying to find what I needed.

She sits up. "Aria, are you even listening to yourself?"

I find my wallet and fish out two £50 notes place on the table for her to take. "So I'm sorry this is a wasted journey but erm - there you go and please go home."

I start to walk away, my steps feeling heavy.

"I'm not taking it." She calls out. I turn around and look her dead in the eye. I didn't have to speak. It was a silent plea.

I walk away not wanting to spend any more with her, or I was sure my resolve would weaken. I couldn't go back there. I couldn't. I had already promised myself I wouldn't. I shouldn't have even came out.  What was I thinking?

The walk back home felt quicker than it was when I was going there. The way I had felt when going there made the walk seem long and strenuous, as if I were walking to my death. I thought talking to her would make me feel better but it didn't. I felt even worse. I couldn't wait to get home. To comfort. My mind was buzzing as I walk up the stairs, push my key into the lock and twist it; swinging the door open. I walk in calmly closing the door behind me, taking my shoes off and my jacket. I was doing all actions with a calmness that shook me. I was acting as if I was at ease. I place my keys into the key holder and I exhale closing my eyes with my hands scrunched up in fists by my side. I open my eyes and I don't know what comes over me.

They say anger is like a red blazing fire - unpredictable. They say it starts with a little flicker - a small stimulus. Then slowly it increases before its roaring and spitting. Destroying anything in its path. All rational thought leaves the body and pure anger replaces it.

Suddenly I find myself running around, dragging things, kicking things, throwing things - causing disrupt. Clothes are on the floor, cabinets are open, everywhere a mess and my apartment is almost indistinguishable against the wreckage I had made. I groan as I clutch my head, I had gained an excruciating headache and I couldn't think as the elephants paraded proudly. I scream loud, the noise echoing around the apartment. I'm sure everyone in this block could hear my screams but I couldn't care less. I scream until I can't scream. Until my throat is dry, my ears are ringing and my body feels slack.

I collapse on the floor, sprawled out like a rag doll. My once heavy head feels light and my eyes can't focus on anything. It's like the room is constantly spinning. It reminded me of a rollercoaster, the kind that even though you claimed you weren't scared. You were secretly shitting your pants. The apartment felt like a dodgy sauna and I was burning up. The small beads of perspiration were making their way one by one from my forehead to the wooden floor.

I exhale trying to level my uneven breathing. I haul myself off the ground and hold onto the wall for stability. I felt nauseous. I scramble to pull my jacket on and slip my shoes on. I need air - now. I grasp my key and shove it in my pocket forcefully. I didn't think twice about the mess I was leaving behind when I walk out and close the door.

As soon as I get out the wind stings my skin and I draw my jacket closer to somehow bring some warmth. I bite my lip. Everything looked hazy, I couldn't see properly. I look around and swallow.

What are you doing Aria?

My left shoulder moves back forcefully and I realise I had bumped into someone. I can't see them properly but I can make out their facial expression. They look stand-offish and it makes me feel jittery. They place their hand on my shoulder and my eyes immediately zero in on it, pale hands with a scar running down the index finger. I look back up. I can't hear what their saying but I can sort off follow his lips. 'Are you okay?' he says. I nod my head quickly wanting to be as far as this person, they made me feel uneasy. I walk away speedily. I peer back, once, twice, thrice they were still looking at me. I run to an alleyway and lean on the brick wall. There was no one around. I sit with my head in my hands gripping and tugging at my hair.

Aria.

Liv.

Ariake.

Livvy.

Stop Aria.

Breath Aria.

My eyelids feel heavy and I force them to stay awake. I wasn't tired. I wasn't. I'm not. I am.

I am tired.

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