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purplebass · 4 years ago

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hiiiiiii i’ve been reading a bunch of your writing for like an hour and you honestly write the most enjoyable stories. can you do “I don’t want to be friends.” ab thomastair please?

Hi! Thank you very much 🥺💕 Here’s the fic! Sorry for the delay as usual, I hope you like this 💜

Characters: Thomas Lightwood and Alastair Carstairs, Thomastair Rating: T Tw: mentions of death

Title: Warm Enough

Alastair caught sight of Thomas Lightwood near the edge of the river and he couldn’t help but stare. He knew it was him from the height. Thomas was lean and tall, and he towered the area like a pagan god, the kind you read in myths.

It was a warm day, and perhaps they had had the same idea. Still, of all the places he could find him, he was there. It wasn't Alastair's favorite spot - he preferred the other side where there was a tree that was big enough to serve as a parasol when he sat on the grass to read - but he liked the place nonetheless. It had a small patch of wild daisies and other flowers, then nothing. It looked like the flowers were misplaced or something, and gave the area a peculiar look. A special look.

Alastair considered striding to where Thomas was. Seconds passed. Minutes. But he wasn’t able to move from behind the tree where he had stopped. Thomas removed his shoes at some point, and threw himself in the river.

Alastair just stared as Thomas’ head resurfaced above water, and he passed a hand through his hair to remove it off his face. He glanced at the sun and covered his eyes because the rays were too strong. But it was quick, since he dove underwater soon after.

Alastair waited for him to go back up, but he couldn’t see any trace of Thomas’ light brown hair. He started to worry, and wondered if something had happened while he was in the water. Or maybe he was just overreacting. He was alone, what if he was out of breath and was drowning? He had to do something.

He walked briskly towards the edge, took off his shoes and jacket, and threw himself in the water as well. He was grateful that he knew how to swim, or else… He saw Thomas. His eyes were shut, and his arms lay open, as if he was waiting to embrace someone. He swam towards him and grabbed his hand, trying to go up as fast as he could.

Thomas was lighter underwater, but as they resurfaced, he had to drag his body out. The guy was lean, but he was not weak. Alastair lifted most of Thomas' body out of the water. He laid his head on the grass, and gazed back at his face. He was unconscious. On another occasion, he would think he was sleeping. He wouldn’t bother him. Right now, though, Thomas’ lips were already turning a shade of blue. He needed air, and that, Alastair could give him. It was the only thing he could give Thomas.

He opened his mouth and placed his lips on his, trying to inject as much air as he could in Thomas’ lungs. Alastair placed his hand on the side of Thomas’ cheek to right his head. Just like two lovers having a private rendezvous, except their lips were brushing in order for one to stay alive and the other to save him. He can’t die.

Once.

Nothing.

Twice.

Nothing.

Alastair was getting restless. He couldn’t call anyone, because there was no one around. It was such a pleasant day to take a walk around there, but other people had chosen different places to enjoy the sun. He had to stay calm and continue. Go on until Thomas would open his eyes and regain consciousness. Be safe.

After the third time, Thomas coughed, spitting water on the grass. Alastair stood on his knees, relief filled his lungs, as air filled Thomas’. He was breathing, at last. Thomas sighed heavily, clutching his neck.

“Lay down,” Alastair warned him. The agitation from moments before hadn’t left him, but he was calmer. His hand was still trembling, and he made a fist in the hopes that Thomas hadn’t noticed.

“Alastair,” he called him by his name, which made Alastair frown. They had never moved past surnames. “Am I alive?”

He wanted to laugh. “Why do you assume you’re dead?” Maybe because it’s me, Alastair thought. Maybe you also see me as the devil like the others. Or as someone who doesn’t share anything with his angel ancestors.

“I remember I was underwater,” Thomas recounted, gazing up at the blue sky above, which made his eyes look a lighter shade of hazel. “Then I felt like my arms couldn’t move anymore, and I believe I’ve fainted.”

“You thought you’d died?” Alastair asked.

“It would have been funny, don’t you think?”

Alastair did notice that Thomas avoided to answer. He was also avoiding eye contact altogether. “Don’t say these things, Thomas,” he told him, seriously concerned. “Do not joke about dying.”

Thomas was smiling, but it didn’t look like he was happy. It was more of a bitter grin. Alastair suspected that he was thinking about someone. Perhaps it was his sister Barbara he had in mind. She had tragically died a few months prior.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Thomas replied, trying to sit down. Alastair helped him, and he coughed some more water. It was then that he finally acknowledged him.

“You weren’t supposed to be underwater either,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Are you angry with me, Lightwood?”

“What makes you think that? You’ve just saved my life.”

“This is the first time we’ve talked in weeks,” Alastair reminded him. It was not the right moment to say this, but better now than never.

“Would you prefer when we didn’t talk?”

“No,” Alastair replied sharply, frowning. He still hadn’t moved from his position, on his knees. They were starting to hurt. But the need to feel closer to Thomas was strong, and he was taller than him while they were sitting like that.

Thomas didn’t seem satisfied. “No?”

“I think you heard me pretty well. We’re close, after all.” But not too close, his mind continued. You don’t want us to be close.

“Look, thank you for saving my life,” Thomas said, managing a grin. “But this doesn’t change anything.”

“I wasn’t expecting anything to change,” Alastair answered, but it was a lie. He didn’t save him so that they would become instant friends. But you don’t want to be friends with him, Alastair thought, and bit his lip. “I should go.”

Thomas nodded, but Alastair didn’t move an inch from there. Then he sighed, put his shoes and jacket on, and left. The only consolation was that he saved Thomas from drowning. If he hadn’t been there… he didn’t want to think about it. He walked away with wet clothes, in the hopes that this thought would warm him up, and be enough. For now.

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hjazysol · 6 years ago

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Hey excuse me can you please do a scenario of the smashers reaction to scary things even scarier than Gannon like sonic EXE chara And wait for it wait for it Bendy

Even though Ganondorf & Pyramid Head are way more powerful than these guys (like Pyramid Head can't really die) I'll still do this. Plus, Chara is Ganon's adopted kid on @incorrectsmashbrosquotes blog. Just thought I'd point that out you should check him out. Great guy =)

Mii Gunner: Toony what're you doing. You've been laughing evily for 10 minutes now. Are you alright.

Toon Link: HELP M-

???: Yes everything is ok.

Mii Gunner: Of course your not okay I'm coming in.

Mii Gunner opens the door to be treated with Toon Link about to be eaten by Sonic.Exe.

Sonic.Exe: Hiiiiiii. Hahahahahahahaha!

Mii Gunner: Aaaah! *Shoots at him sending him out Toon Link's window* Toony are you ok?!

Toon Link: Yes. But there are more things in R.O.B.'s lab.

___

R.O.B: Get away from my stuff you pulpy menace!

Bendy: Shut up tincan this is my stuff now.

An explosion had been made in the distance.

Chara: Yay. Yay. Mass destruction is so beautiful.

Samus: What's our plan of action?

Simon: Holy Water!

Samus: They'll see that from a mile away!

Richter: Cross!

Samus: Same case.

Doomguy: I got a great idea.

Samus: What?

Doomguy: Run in shoot 'em down (coming from cover)

Mega Man: No get ba-

Doomguy appeared right next to them somehow it was odd to say the least.

Doomguy: How'd I end up back here?

Falco holding Ridley's leg: Did they do that!?

Ridley: Let go of me bird-brain!

Ganondorf & Pyramid Head just suddenly walked in on the carnage that stood before them.

Ganondorf: What the hell is this?!

Pyramid Head: *confused grunts*

Ganondorf: What the!? CHARA!

Chara holding a screaming Pichu: Uh oh.

Ganondorf: You are in a ton of trouble young lady!

Sonic.Exe slowly devouring Wario: He seems mad.

Bendy: I guess he hates mondays.

Incineroar: Nah. That's me.

Sheik: Where the heck's Kirby!? Why isn't he doing anything!?

C.Falcon: He's asleep and so he doesn't want to.

Sheik: That lazy piece of gum!

Sonic.Exe: Diiiiiieeee! Aaack!

Sonic.Exe dashed forwards at everyone only for Ganondorf to catch him by the throat and disintegrate him on contact.

Ganondorf: Which one of you is next?

Bendy: You bastard!

Bendy attacks Ganondorf this time.

Ganondorf: Pyramid Head hand me the film and DVD player.

Pyramid Head did so. Ganondorf put a film on and fast forward to the final bit.

Ganondorf: Hey ink blot read this.

Bendy: THE END!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Bendy somehow just died their on the spot. I hated that ending.

Chara dropping Pichu: Hiyah daddy. Erm. I have 100% not done anything wrong and if I have I'm very sorry.

Ganondorf: It's okay I forgive you.

Everyone: Wait what!?

Chara stuck her tounge out at everyone.

Ganondorf: But know that you will no longer be able to do demonic rituals for 1 whole month!

Chara: NOOOOOOO! WHY!?

Ganondorf: Because you were trying to kill without my commands!

Chara: Fine.

Ganondorf: That's right now come on time to practice killing Link.

Chara: Ok.

Link: Wait what?

Ganondorf: Nothing Link.

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nycrunning · 5 years ago

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I am so sorry this took so long. I really am. Life yada yada, all the excuses,but you know. I try really hard.

Most of you already know what happened, on broad strokes, though not all the details, I had a crazy and great race… The video is here, so you get a good idea of what the day looked like, but the details and behind the scenes are below, … and there are some juicy details…

I hadn’t run the NYC Marathon in 5 years. After running it SEVEN years in a row, I made a hard stop. I run one or two since (Boston and Hudson Mohawk) but it had been a while. I fell out of love with the distance and crushed hard on the half. And it was all fine, the half and I were so happy together… But then, New Balance reached out with the offer to put me in their team for the marathon and I couldn’t say no. It’d be such an honor to be a part of the team and they were taking care of everything so I barely thought about it, I jumped in with both feet and yelled I DO, I DO!

New Balance’s gift for race day, WHICH I LOVED

The truth is, I was pretty trained. I was doing all these halfs and training with my friends who are all doing marathons. My weekend run was always at least 14 miles, so it wasn’t a big change. That was taken care of.

The nerves… wow. I was excited about such a fun experience… but the MARATHON…uh. That distance… I am the opposite of most people: I love the marathon training, but I don’t enjoy the race itself, mostly because marathon pace is so excruciating… UGH. Always waiting and waiting to fly and then, when it’s time, you are in pain. GREAT. That’s why I stopped.

But here we went. I got ready. Physically ready.

RACE WEEK

came around and the nerves came back up a bit… it’s gonna hurt… will it all be worth it… why do I have to suffer… all those thoughts. It all makes no sense when you have no goals.

My fastest race is 3:27 in Berlin. My fastest NYC was in 2009: 3:42. It’s be good to get a course PR or even go sub 3:40, but I know NYC is a tricky course so I wasn’t sure I could do that. On the other hand, I never run over 4 hours and I didn’t want to go over 4… the nerves!

RACE DAY

The switch was on. I was hyped! I had never gone to the start with Juan so I was SO pumped for that…! We saw everyone in the tent!

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Got some coffee, water, ate a couple of bars and just chatted with one million people. Soon, I dropped my bag and walked about 200 meters to the Orange F corral. This is REAL. It’s been so long. Feeling all my feelings.

AT THE CORRAL/START

I found a few friends in the corral and soon we all walked into the bridge. OMG so many feelies. Can I start crying now? It was a SCENE. The Orange wave starts a few meters ahead of the blue wave, where the male elite runners start at the same time. So I had a PRIME position to watch the elite runners start. It was awesome… And then, I get to chase them. How lucky are we that in this sport we play on the same venue as the best of the world, at the same time??? Beyond awesome.

We get the national anthem, the cannon, confetti, Frank Sinatra’s New York New York, helicopters and a all the yelling. It’s time to go.

STATEN ISLAND

What a thrill. The start is quite exciting. Pumped 97%, scared 3%.

I always tell everyone you can ruin your race on your first mile, and I know how hard it is to keep it all under control with such hoopla. Seeing the city so far away into the distance helps to sober you up. Marathons are such a huge enterprise that you need to respect the distance, no matter how many or how well you’ve done before. Respect.

Or FEAR. that also works sometimes. 😉

The first two miles are epic. I was on cloud nine thinking about all the people I love. And then I saw my husband on the other side of the bridge, we blew kisses at each other, touched hands and wished each other luck. Then I watched him get swallowed by the crowds ahead.

We were off the bridge in a hot second. It’s blowing past me too fast. And I am going too fast. But, am I? It looked too fast on my watch. On the other hand, who knows what will unfold in a few miles…

BROOKLYN

1- THIS IS WHY I LOVED THIS RACE SO MUCH

2- #$!&*#! I AM RUNNING TOO FAST. I AM GONNA PAY FOR THIS. IT’S GONNA HURT. THIS IS WHY I STOPPED RUNNING MARATHONS

Wow, this is LOUD and AWESOME, and I am letting these awesome spectators push me too fast… CRAP. I was so scared… These miles were FAST and way under that I had planned. FFFFFFFF. Can I hold this pace? Am I gonna die a slow death on Fifth Avenue? Whatever I don’t care this is soooo fun.…

Seriously, my poor brain was so overstimulated and trying to control my emotions and speed. I had to veer to the inside lanes and put the music on to calm down and shut it down a few times.

It was impossible.

Fuck it.

This is waaaay toooooo much fun. Life is too short. Let’s go in.

QUEENS

This was also wild… the Pulaski was amazing. YOU have to look left. I was really absorbing it all in. Really. Then I just run through the streets looking for QDR and NP. I missed QDR but NP was unmissable. You could have heard them from Staten Island. It was also a highlight.

Then the mighty Ed Koch brige, or Queensoboro, or the QuadKiller, or whatever you wanna call it.

MANHATTAN

Also, yey for the views. And, we were fine. We slowed up a bit up the incline, yey to level effort, but it was a happy place for me. Then the steep downhill. I have to say that is one of the points of the race that I look forward to the most -coming off the bridge into the loudest First Avenue. It was NOT SO this year. The block was blocked off spectators and it was eerily quiet. A bit sad even.

Luckily, we turned the corner into First, went over the overpass, after a block of fluids, aaaaaaand there was everybody FINALLY. A bit anticlimactic, but only if you were expecting it like me…!

First Avenue was great. I was looking for Martina, and later Susan at 100. I saw LOTS of people I wasn’t planning on and eventually Susan at 100. That always keeps me focused. Get to the next friend.

Then things got scary for a second:

Ah crap. I had overused my music and drained EVERYTHING. Even my spectacles died. That’s what happens when you don’t do marathons often and you don’t think about these things.

the BRONX

I tried to collect myself… I don’t need a watch… I was barely looking at it… So, I knew I was in ok shape, having passed the half-way point in 1:45 to come in sub 4… but now I had no idea what I was running… Am I running ok? Am I fading off? UGH. Let’s go, hey Bronx, here I am!

I really enjoyed the Bronx… there was no slump there. It helped that I had 1 million friend cheering and that I did 2 or 3 course practice runs. I knew every turn and every step, that makes a HUGE difference. Hey Bronx, not afraid of you anymore!

Back in MANHATTAN

One last time… this is it. This is when things get tough. You have 20 miles on you and no matter how your race is going, your body can not be happy. I was mentally pumped, not scared anymore, a bit of stiffness but READY TO FLY. This is why we look forward to the last miles, right?

Fifth Avenue was awesome. Harlem Run had an insanely loud cheer zone and I managed to get a high five from Alison! Around the park and then we are right there… where dreams die.

Luckily for me, I had my friend Andrea waiting at 100. I kept telling myself “100”, “100”, “100”, like a crazy person, sometimes out loud. Totally normal, right?

I got to Andrea quickly. She had her dog with her and I almost died. Thank you babe! Fifth Avenue was never this amazing before.

Now, I was really wondering how I was doing, and where was Juan. He had predicted for months that I would pass him around 5th Avenue, but no sight of my hubs… where is he?

Now up this killer long uphill, into Central Park for the last final 2 miles and I knew I had Carolina and Patricia waiting right there. Carolina is a pro cheerer so I was ready!

The park was SO CROWDED… literally, lots of people on the course, a bit dangerous and annoying but I’ll take it. Not going to slow down now… no thanks!

THERE THEY ARE! hey HIIII

If anyone can jump for 2 seconds to take a selfie and keep up with anyone, it’s her! She told me I was doing amazing, I kept asking where was Juan, “Juan is like two miles behind”, I was in shock, never registered that I was “doing amazing”, said good bye and kept at it.

Right around 3 minutes later, at 72nd, I saw Melissa! Everyone looks miserable but I am shouting and blowing kisses.

Is having so many friends an illegal advantage? Sue me!

Well, now off just for the last bit. Let’s go. I can do this. My legs felt like they were going to fall off I swear… but hey. Hiiiiiii Whitney!!!!!!

A couple of minutes later, I was done.

My friend Ali was at the Finish, how convenient… also he takes amazing pictures!

That is literally how I felt. I wasn’t posing. I was crying, laughing, hysterical. FEELING ALL MY OATS at the same time! WOW. What a ride. Hey, I get a medal too!!!

Thanks Janelle for this picture!

Happiness… Seriously, it’s been a month and I still feel the glitter in my soul!

I found some more friends…

Then Remi brought me a scone. I died. What a day… Then I found my husband in the VIP area where our bags where. I WAS SO HYPER THO. So much caffeine. I took just 4 uncaffeinated gels, water, and 3 caffeine pills (I love these), and they really get me moving…

Once I got my stuff, first thing I did is I put some Cure in my water, chugged it, got all the layers on, got my phone and OMG WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO????

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?

I felt good but I wasn’t expecting a 3:3X at all. WHAT? I was yelling. My poor husband, I get so loud!!!!

Everyone would tell me that “of course” and “I knew you would do that”. I didn’t. I was shocked. That is NOT a PR for me but my fastest NY was a 3:42 from 2009. Literally 10 years ago. I am TEN YEARS OLDER, PEOPLE!!!! well, that happened.

This was awesome. We walked the 2 miles home (not so awesome) and then I was hyper for about 3 more weeks. Help.

I am sorry this was too long. I am just processing it all now. While I sign up for next year’s race. Again: HELP.

2019 NYCM - EPIC CRAZY DAY I am so sorry this took so long. I really am. Life yada yada, all the excuses,but you know.

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