#next semester its gonna be like my blood is being drained out of my body

[spaciebabie]

im really sad that i wont be able ta do choir next semester but i will make up for it by singing as loudly as possible in my house everyday and annoying my whole family

[cheelduh]

How to tie up a cute boy

(Highschool Au)

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Parts: 1  2  3

Word count: 4K

Warnings: Swearing, Scaramouche abuse, no Signora slander this time, shit humour.

Synopsis: "Why are you doing homework?" Childe groans, rolling off to the side and kicking off the blanket to expose himself in nothing but a pair of boxers. "I'm literally right here, naked and defenseless. Why aren't you taking advantage of me?"

Note: Unedited yet again besties. Tysm for reading :) I got Childe after losing him to mf MONA, istg it was the most stressful moment of my life.

The clock ticks with its pendulum, ridiculing you as it holds the time. The gentle whirring of the air conditioning in the background serves as the icing on the cake to your pent up aggression.

You try not to glare at your phone too much after receiving a text from Childe that told you not to worry, that his dad picked him up and that he was in the comfort of his home, letting the flu blow over.

It took a lot of convincing from his part earlier that morning to get you to go back and actually attend the rest of your classes, making sure to check up on him every break plus the additional "bathroom breaks" you usually never take while in class.

"I can't let you get in trouble for me." He murmured with a small smile that pumped your blood a little faster than usual. "I'm fine, really. Don't worry your pretty little head."

You do exactly that.

You don't even know why you're so worried. He's sick, not dying. Not to mention, you aren't even his girlfriend let alone his friend to care so much. 

Your intrusive thoughts don't waste any time. You latch onto the one thought that takes over. He's probably dead. Lying in his bed in a heap of pillows, passing peacefully while his parents are in the other room. He's dead.

Okay, he's not dead. You intrusive thoughts sure do one hell of a job. He'll be fine, and in no time he'll go back to being a reckless distraction in your life that you need to surpass. Just another obstacle to add onto the list of things life has thrown at you.

But for an obstacle, he sure is kind of cute.

You refrain from bashing your head on the desk. School isn't really a preferred environment on your list of top ten places to shrivel up and die.

Speaking of death and all that is evil, why is Childe always on your mind? He takes up every nook and cranny of your day, constantly, and truth be told it's starting to boil your piss.

Every time you close your eyes you see his smug smile, and hear his stupid laugh. He's an annoying little prick who gets a rise out of exasperating you. Yet here you are, terrified by the warmth that blossoms in your heart when you so much as hear his name.

The final bell rings at long last, conveniently before you bite your tongue to avoid screaming, and not another second is wasted once you launch yourself out the door. You dodge through the crowd of students in the hall that are buzzing in excitement from it being a Friday afternoon, and you would be too if you weren't so damn hung up over a ginger with a battlekink.

Locker in view, you make a beeline and spend the next two minutes fumbling with the lock in your hands.

"Woah there cutie," Lisa speaks up playfully. "At this rate you'll break the poor lock with your bare hands."

For a moment you're surprised at her sudden appearance, but then remember that it's normal for her to worm her way anywhere.

"It's just—this lock is being dumb okay? It has no reason being a pain in my ass but it wakes up every day and chooses violence." You hiss through your teeth, a sharp metallic ring invading your ears when you lose it and jostle the combination lock against the door of your locker.

Lisa winces, but smiles teasingly nonetheless. "Want me to give it a try?"

"Please."

Lisa has the door open at record speed.

"I love you Lisa." You confess wholeheartedly, gripping at your chest. "I love you so much—"

"Yeah yeah," She waves you off with a grin. "Now hurry up and go save your boyfriend from the common flu. Archons knows he won't make the night."

You flush at the word "boyfriend" and don't give much thought to the insinuation that lies within the rest of her sentence.

Sliding your skateboard under an arm, you spin on your heel just to bump straight into Scaramouche, who's won the scowl of the century on his face. He's the last person you want to see right now, but apparently the universe wants to have a pissing match with you.

"Give this homework to that idiot Ginger." He shoves a stack of papers into you. "Tell him that once he's done circling the drain, I'm gonna kick his ass." He then leans in, murderous glint in his eyes. "And if you ever touch me again I'll take a shit in your cereal. That's not a threat, it's a promise."

You shiver at the thought of him squatting on your Cheerios, hands becoming clammy as you try and justify yourself. "It was an accident."

Your pitiful excuse earns you nothing from the navy haired boy. "It'll be an accident when I murder your entire family, three generations over."

"Hi Mona!" You wave excitedly over his shoulder at the body of students that are totally not Mona. With elation he fails to conceal, Scaramouche turns to look at the speed of light.

You take the chance to make your escape—not before waving to Lisa, chuckling to yourself. He's down bad.

With great expertise you file your way through the flock of students chattering near the entrance. , you confidently place your skateboard down on the sidewalk, ready to—

Wait—where does he live again?

You sigh heavily, ignoring the sadness as you thank the universe internally for pulling the reigns on your disastrous plan. Checking up on Childe at his house? With his family present? Making a complete fool out of yourself? What are you thinking? The possibilities are horrendous. He probably doesn't even think of you like that, he just likes a challenge and you pose as one.

You turn away to make a run for it in the direction of your home, all the while ignoring the nagging worry in your chest for Childe. He's probably fine anyways, you don't need to check up on him, and if you did he'd likely find a way to spin it and tease you relentlessly.

Although somehow, the thought of being teased by him isn't as dreadful as you'd like it to be.

Suddenly, an idea graces you, one that guarantees your misery by sating your obligation to check up on Childe. A litany of curses escape your mouth. Genius really, the amount of ways you can think of doing something that'll end in your demise.

"Adeptus Xiao." You whisper apprehensively, already regretting your decision. "Adeptus Xiao." Glancing around your surroundings, you barely notice the shadow that looms over you at your backside.

"What do you want mortal?" Unbeknownst to you, he strikes out of nowhere, making you jump back several meters. You manage to muffle a surprised shriek.

Xiao is Venti's -6 ft boyfriend, the vicious epitome of an eboy. He has a scaled tattoo covering up the majority of an arm, a few piercing holes in his ears, all matched up with a disinterested look. Somehow, he always appears out of nowhere if you call out his name. It's sort of disturbing in a way.

His amber eyes pierce through you, forcing a shudder of fear and dread to lace your blood, almost as if he can sense you shittalking him in your head.

With shaky hands, you ask, "Can you tell me where—"

"No."

"You didn't even hear me ou—"

"No."

"Please?"

He refuses to at least pretend to think about it for a moment.

"No."

"Why?" You frown, stomping your foot on the ground childishly.

"Because." He retorts with a lack of interest, but doesn't further explain his point. English teachers must love this kid.

"Okay," You say slowly, casually inspecting his form as you come up with an idea, briefly remembering Lumine mentioning it to you. "How about I give you my share on almond tofu Tuesday."

The lack of interest on his face wavers slightly. Bingo.

"What do you want mortal?" Xiao mutters gruffly, arms crossed, face morphing into subtle annoyance.

You wrack your brain for a proper answer. You can't just outright ask him or it'll seem like you have a thing for Childe, which you unfortunately do, but you'd like to keep a semblance of integrity. Ah yes, the homework!

"I gotta deliver these to Childe." You outstretch the pile of worksheets in your hands. "Except I don't know where he lives. Can you tell me?"

Xiao's eyes glint with danger. "Did you summon me for the trivial task of giving you an address?"

You nod furiously.

"Do humans have no shame?" Its rhetorical. Expressionlessly, he closes his eyes with intent focus, doing what you assume to be locating Childe's exact location.

He blinks an eye open, reaches a hand out. "Give me your phone." Palm waiting.

You hand it over to him almost desperately.

One glance at your bubbly phone case and he doesn't even try to hide his distaste. He taps a few times, then hands it back to you almost immediately.

On the screen is maps, and Childe's home is about a fifteen minute walk away.

Your jaw drops in disbelief. "How did you do that?"

"Easy," He mutters, leaning back against the school gate as the remainder of students walk past the two of you. "Locating demons that need subjugating is but a simple task."

There's a pregnant pause. Demon.

"Childe's a demon?" You gasp, even though you've always had your suspicions. Hence the reason you invest so much in demon-cancelling charms.

"What? No." He mutters with a roll of his eyes, and you note that his irritation grows the more questions you ask. "I had a physics project with him last semester."

That's why the charms don't work.

Your mouth forms an o, in fear that if you keep this conversation going on any longer, he'll snap at you. Especially when your next line of interrogation involves how he's able to appear and disappear into thin air.

It's a magic trick you'll want to master whenever Il Dottore has another conniption fit in the middle of the hallways after Kaeya tells him he looks like he has skid marks.

"Thank you." You say instead, trying to preserve his regard, but by the time you meet his gaze he's already gone with the wind.

—

Childe's home is surprisingly humble, considering the amount of fat stacks of cash he carries around in his fanny pack so care-freely. It's a normal suburban home from what you can tell, a little bigger than normal with a double garage, neatly mowed lawn and a few forgotten decorations from the windblume festival. A series of water guns lay forgotten near the entrance, making their presence known when you stumbled upon them.

It's hard to remain unphased. Especially since such a normal looking home has bred someone as ruthless as Childe.

Maybe it not the home, you think. Maybe it's the way he was raised. You recall a few glimpses of his mother in middle school, but because of your worse for wear memory retention, you can't ballpark her personality type.

As your thoughts wander further down to his parents and early childhood, villain origin story and what not, you're pulled out of your concentration when the door opens. The possible implications of being here are most definitely not in your favor.

Childe's mother is a stunning woman in her mid-forties who sure as hell doesn't show it in that jaw-dropping sapphire dress, topped off with a brilliant smile that makes your knees weak. Like mother like son, you suppose.

With her sudden appearance, strangely enough, you can remember how good her tiramisu bites are.

You take a moment to respond, swallowing thickly, only to stare at her stupidly.

His mother doesn't waste another second before ushering you in, oblivious to your star-struck expression. "Y/N? L/N Y/N? My have you grown. I remember when you were only this tall." She lifts her hand up a little above her waist, the jewels on her fingers dazzling with every movement. "How is your mother doing?"

"She's doing alright, busy with the clinic." You're able to find your words, smiling back at her, able to get somewhat familiar with her warmth. "I hope I'm not intruding. Childe forgot some homework." You say, heaving the short stack up.

"Ajax?" She laughs, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can't believe he's going by that now. I wonder when this phase will be over. He may act tough but he's such a softie, has the biggest heart."

You, in between concealed emotions and giggles that threaten to leak, try to hide the oncoming grin but it's impossible. "Well he's got you to thank for it."

"You flatter me too much Y/N," She fixes the up do, pinning back the blonde hair that deftly frame her familiar cerulean eyes. "I can see why he can't stop talking about you."

Her words make you waver momentarily. The fondness you've refused to share, the drawn out stares in the halls, the lingering touches, you don't want to acknowledge it but it's there. Whatever it is.

"I'm so sorry for cutting this short dear," His mother sighs, grabbing her keys off the counter and placing her wallet in an elegant handbag. "My niece is getting married and we're already late. I told Ajax I'd stay if he didn't feel too well but he said he could handle a headache. That boy, I swear, always tries to power through."

You nod in understanding, but wait a minute. A headache?

Scrunching up your face, eyebrows furrowed, you ask. "Headache?"

She frowns, applying another layer of her rouge lipstick hastily in a nearby mirror. "I know dear, how unfortunate. The school nurse said it's a migraine, and I shouldn't fret much, but a mother can't help but worry. If only he weren't so stubborn, like his father."

As if on cue, a loud honk comes from outside.

"That must be him!" She exclaims, hurriedly sliding in her heels, turning back to look at your awkward figure. "Ajax is in his room, it's the second door to the right upstairs. I've made some lasagna for the kids, you ought to have some as well, I'll be upset if you don't—" Another annoying honk cuts her off, to which she scoffs, shaking a fist. "That old man, I'll strangle him in his sleep. I must be going now, goodbye dear." She reveals a twinkling smile at you one last time, waving a slim hand before picking up her heels and making a run for it.

The door closes with an unceremonious thud, gust of wind in its trail, leaving a bewildered high schooler in its wake.

Snapping out of your haze, overwhelming tides threaten to drown you whole. Being in Childe's home, alone, with him a handful of stair steps and a wall or two away, your cheeks are set ablaze.

Now that his mother's gone, you take a second to really look. There are a few toys littered in front of the TV, home covered in with soft throws and coordinated cushions, a lazy sectional plopped right in the middle. The marks on the furniture with all the stories, the light hued mismatched frames hanging on the walls and on all the table, so many pictures of those that resemble him, his brothers, his sisters, his family. You can almost hear the echoing laughter in the halls, the childish squeals and pitter patter of tiny feet slapping the hardwood floor.

This is where he grew up. This is where he retires to after a long day full of gratifying fistfights. This is where he was raised to be who he is today, ambitious and reckless, with the absurd dream to one day rule the world. This is his home.

It's...like being wrapped in blanket, safe and cozy, surrounded by all the love in the world.

Absentmindedly, your fingers trace the outlines of a younger Childe, two missing teeth and eyes full of dreams, hugging the side of his father's shoulder because his small arms can't wrap around them. Not just yet.

You make your way over to the staircase, which has even more frames littered across the wall, one that falls short of hiding the marks of a green crayon—another slice of domesticity you aren't quite accustomed to.

The reality sets in, and you come to a conclusion. This home is definitely not an environment for growing psychopaths, Childe just beats the odds like he beats up kids on the daily.

Your fist hovers over his door as you contemplate abandoning the sheets on a nearby table, but his mother was so sweet and polite, so incredibly hospitable, you wouldn't have the heart to make a run for it.

"I can see why he can't stop talking about you."

Three consecutive knocks. If he doesn't answer, you'll leave them at the door.

"Mama," Childe's muffled groans stem from the other side, and oh, you want to revel in the grave undertone of his voice because it's certainly not a common occurrence. "I told you I'm fine. You can go okay? I don't want you to be late, just need to sleep it off."

You blink, lips curling, and then knock again.

"Mama," He whines again, and it has you grinning mischievously. He's a mommy's boy, he has to be. The thought envelopes your heart with a newfound fondness. "Just come in and hurry."

You eagerly take in the room once you slip in, eyes scanning over every little detail, until they zero in on the heap of sheets smack dab on the single bed, a pair of feet dangling off the edge, topped with a comforter thrown over leisurely.

Childe's facing away from you, head dipped in between his shoulders, probably trying to find a position that's more comfortable. He's shivering, sweating at the same time. His mother must've been too preoccupied to notice. This isn't the first time he's used his exceptional bullshitting finesse.

"I can't believe you lied to your mother," You cross your arms, leaning back against the door.

With a jerk, Childe flings into a sitting up position, wide awake and aware of everything that is going on, a stark contrast from nearly seconds ago.

He blinks at you in shock, once, twice, rubs his eyes a bit, relaxes, then leans back, out of it completely. "For a sleep paralysis monster, you sure are kind of cute."

"For and idiot you sure are an idiot." You snort back.

"Wait a minute," He mutters slowly, jaw dropping. "You're actually here?!"

Ignoring his question, you opt to slap the papers on his desk to ignore your clammy palms. "Homework."

"And here I thought you came here all this way to be my personal nurse." He smirks, recovering from his momentary shock fairly swiftly. Doesn't refrain from giving you that shit stain of a bad boy grin, even with a flushed face and concavity under his eyes.

"I can be your personal mortician instead."

"I didn't know you were into role play babe, but I'll take what I can get." He winks, but is punished by a sequence of coughs that earn a wince from you.

"Headache?" You tease after he quiets down, but he remains as cavalier as always.

He sighs, sides of his lips still arched upwards. "My parents barely have any time to themselves, it's so hectic with the kids. What kind of son would I be if I couldn't even give them this?"

He must've threatened Barbara.

"You're," You inhale, briefly letting the silence hang between you two, mulling over what you wish to convey. sweet.

"Irresistible? Hot? Sexy?" He starts casual, arrogant smirk widening.

"Kind of not a complete asshole, is what I was going to say."

"Careful girlie," He narrows his eyes on you, playful lilt in his tone. The comforter is allowed to slip past his shoulders to reveal the goods that lie underneath, the complete naked chest of a post-puberty highschool boy who sprays too much axe. Full pectorals are something to pay for, stringed with smooth muscles that ripple their way over his toned shoulders. "If you keep teasing me like this, I can't promise I'll be the nice guy."

"One more time from the top," You bite back, avoiding staring at him for too long. "Without the congested nose this time."

With great expertise, he weakly throws a pillow at you, and you watch it exceptionally land at your feet, barely grazing the tips of your socks.

"Impressive," You whistle, not impressed.

He pouts, shivers, then is dunking his head back into the welcoming embrace of his plush collection of pillows.

With a sigh, you plop down on his chair, grab a pen and begin calculating derivatives.

"What're you doing?" He doesn't even turn your way, voice muffled.

"Homework," You reply nonchalantly, trying to calm your nerves. "unless you want me to get you something to eat, considering you puked out your gogurt on Barbara's shoes earlier. Congrats by the way, you're hit listed by her fan club."

"Why are you doing homework?" He groans, rolling off to the side and kicking off the blanket to expose himself in nothing but a pair of boxers. "I'm literally right here, naked and defenseless. Why aren't you taking advantage of me?"

He really has an IQ below room temperature.

Burying the formidable obligation to clock him in the face on behalf of society, you slowly get up to approach his bed, to which he grins widely in disbelief.

Apprehensively, you climb onto his bed, and he scoots over, excitement as clear as day. His hair's a wild mess from all the shifting, almost makes you want to card a hand through it. Your heart nestles it's way in your throat at the sight of his blazing blue eyes.

You pity him for what you're about to do.

"Relax Childe," You lean over him with confidence you never knew you had to begin with, face hovering inches before his. Your fists strategically grip the comforter on either side of him. "We have all day after all."

Although you attempt to pay no heed to his quivering hand that snakes up to find solace on your hip, you momentarily shiver at the tenderness.

He's eating this up and leaving no crumbs. Closing his eyes in anticipation, his lips tremble when he tries to close in the distance.

Abruptly, you cross both handfuls of sheets over his body, tying them securely in place to keep him docile. He struggles in your grip, eyes snapping open in surprise. "Wuh-What."

"Did you really think you had a chance?" You cross your arms, stepping back to get a good look at your handiwork.

"Honestly?" Childe huffs, struggles some in his restraints. "I wasn't really thinking."

"Typical," You scrunch your nose up, unscrunch, and then exhale. "You stay here and I'll go make you some soup. Well, not that you can really move but you get the idea."

"You're really going to leave me here like this?" He pouts cutely, melting you, and the sick bastard knows of his power.

"Relax," You wave a hand, "I may be evil but I'm not Scaramouche."

Meanwhile, Scaramouche sneezes as he tries to ask Mona out, falling straight on his ass from the kick back, making a complete fool out of himself. Mona doesn't mind though, finds it endearing.

Back at Childe's room, he raises a brow, expectant.

Going through the five stages of grief, you do something you've been wanting to do for a while, succumbing to the immense feeling.

Closing in the distance between you two, you suck in a breath and gently tilt Childe's head to the side. He blinks quickly, not quite expecting your sudden forwardness, about to say something that doesn't matter as soon as you place a tender peck on the side of his cheek.

Time stops, the world coming to a halt completely. A moment made in history, one you won't ever forget, fresh in both your minds from forward on.

And then you stagger away as if you've been stabbed.

"Soup!" You squeak, appalled by the sheer boldness of your actions. "I'll go make soup while you rest."

Childe, frozen, stares at you incredibly confused, and then beams.

Dear Archons, what have you done.

[beautifully-vain]

One-Sided

Ao3

Chapter 3

<Ch.2 <<Ch.1

Fun time new chapter! I actually would’ve posted this sooner, but I fell asleep writing it one night and forgot everything I wanted to write about. And with work and life and getting ready for the next semester, I couldn’t find inspiration or time to write. But it’s finished and I hope you all like it and let me know what you think!

Everything moved in slow motion after she screamed. The guy put his hand back in its original position over her mouth and dragged her into the now-unlocked bathroom. Once inside, he locked it behind him and sat them both in the bathtub. Lucy thrashed in his arms and kicked and screamed at the top of her lungs, but they were cut off as muffled sounds caught in his hand.

“C’mon Blondie, don’t be like that. Let’s have some fun.” He said as his hand around her waist made its down to her lower region. She thrashed harder and screamed louder. She started to get lightheaded and her vision was developing dark spots. She was losing her strength quickly and needed to think fast. She kicked her legs and turned on the cold water in the tub, then with her foot, she managed to somehow turn on the shower. The cold water hit them like bullets. It gave her enough time to get out of the tub and get to the door, but the male’s hand made its way tangled in her hair. Before he yanked her back, she banged on the door and screamed with everything left in her.

“Natsu! Natsu! Help me! Please! Nat-,” she was cut off by a white-hot pain in her scalp and she fell backwards. Her head hit the floor and her vision grew dark, but the last thing she saw was the door breaking open. In the doorway, was the pink-haired man she’d been crying out for. Relief rushed through her as she allowed herself to succumb to the blackness…

“Lucy. Lucy. Wake up. C’mon, please open your eyes.” Natsu pleaded with a half -conscious Lucy.

After he beat Lucy’s assaulter half to death, he physically took him downstairs and threw him out the front door. Natsu received both horrified and dirty looks from people still at the party. It’s not like he wasn’t used to those kinds of looks anyway.

“You dumbasses know this is my house, right? I didn’t want him here, I made him leave. Does anyone seem to have a problem with that?” He asked angrily. He didn’t need to explain his actions to anyone, except his roommates, but that was a whole different story.

Everything that led up to all of that just happened so fast though. It was just two hours ago that Natsu had fallen asleep talking to Lucy. Her body felt nice on top of his. He felt a way he never really felt with anyone even though he knew it was cheesy to put it that way.  He couldn’t really get back to a deep sleep after she got out of bed and left the room. He tossed and turned a little and finally gave up on trying to go back to sleep. She must’ve left, he thought.  He turned over and tried to at least relax a bit. That didn’t work. Natsu decided to get up and get Happy something to eat. When he got out of his bed, he stepped on something hard and painful.

“Fuck!” he shouted.

He looked to see it was one of Lucy’s shoes. Natsu felt a sort of excitement creep up on him. So, she hadn’t left, where was she? Then he heard her.

“Natsu!”

His blood ran cold. Before he could think about it, he was running toward the sound of Lucy’s voice. Why had she left the room? Why didn’t she wake him up? Why didn’t he stay by her side? And why the fuck was she screaming bloody murder for him of all people?

Natsu couldn’t find Lucy in the hall or the den upstairs. He was getting frantic and what’s more, he couldn’t understand why he was so upset over a girl he’d just met. A girl he’d never seen before, a girl who didn’t know him or his story…

Natsu was snatched from his thoughts when he heard her voice again.

“Natsu! Natsu! Help me! Please! Nat-,” her hoarse voice came from the bathroom.

He ran over to the bathroom door and tried to turn the handle. It was locked and Lucy wasn’t screaming anymore. In a panic, he broke the door open and that’s when he saw her. The sexy girl he had been dancing with earlier that night was drenched, bruised, and now unconscious on the floor of the bathroom. Then he started seeing red. He was so angry he started shaking and felt his body temperature rise. Natsu was so focused on Lucy’s motionless figure, he didn’t see the reason why she was in that state. It was some guy he’d never met before and the look on his face made Natsu giddy inside. The word that best described his face was terror. Pure terror. Natsu looked around the room and caught sight of himself in the mirror and then he realized why. He had manic eyes and cold smile on his face.

“You did this to her?” His voice was rough with rage.

“I – I didn’t. Look, it was just a joke. I wasn’t gonna hurt her.”

Natsu didn’t want to hear his voice anymore. He didn’t wanna see his face anymore. He grabbed the terrified guy and released his anger and rage on his body. One right hook to the jaw wasn’t enough to quell Natsu’s fury. He hit the assaulter with a barrage of punches. Seeing him in agony drove him harder to keep throwing punches. Then he suddenly stopped. Why was he doing this? Why was he so angry about what was going on? Why was he getting himself in the middle of this? He honestly just wanted to fuck Lucy and maybe take her out once or twice. Nothing more, nothing less. The person he was beating had the same thing in mind, but by the smell of him he got the courage to perform his action from the alcohol he’d obviously been drinking all night. Natsu took in poor guy’s battered appearance and the fire within him had cooled. He didn’t care about this guy anymore, he just wanted to see if Lucy was okay. The last thing he needed was the blame for something he didn’t do. Natsu grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pants and took him downstairs where threw him out the front door and received the looks of terror and disgust.

When he got back upstairs, Lucy was still unconscious in the bathroom.

““Lucy. Lucy. Wake up. C’mon, please open your eyes.” He pleaded as he gently shook her. She groaned in pain and he sighed in relief.

He lifted her drenched body off the floor and took her back to his room where he closed the door and made sure to lock it. He put her on the bed and started looking through his drawers for something to change her into.

“Lucy. I have nothing for you to change into. If you want I can walk out and you can change in here.” She had fully regained consciousness at this point.

“I, I, … I have to go to the bathroom.” She said I dazed voice.

“Is that why you left?” he asked in a calming voice.

She just nodded in response.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

She quickly shook her head no.

“Well, I’ll take you to the bathroom and when you’re done, you can stay the night. Here, you can wear this.” He tried handing her one of his t-shirts and some boxers, but her hands were shaking too hard for her to grasp them. Natsu sighed and took her hand as he led her to a different bathroom upstairs. Once she was inside, he closed the door behind her and patiently waited for her to finish.

“Think you can change on your own?” he asked through the door.

“I – I don’t know.” She opened the door and Natsu saw that she was crying. Without thinking, he wiped the tears away. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She hadn’t even been to her first class and this happens to her. And where the hell were her so-called friends?

“C’mon. You can change in my room.” She just nodded.

He took her back to his room where she attempted to change out of her clothes and failed miserably. Natsu ended up changing her. He had to force himself to think of dead puppies and old ladies when her dress fell to the floor. Get it together man. Don’t touch her boobs. Don’t grab her ass. Don’t bend her over and fuck her ‘til she screams your name over and over. Just don’t do it. That was easier said than done. She just looked so vulnerable and fuckable. Then he saw her face and she was trying silent tears.

“Hey, you know I’m not gonna hurt you, right?”

“No. I don’t. Because I don’t know you. I don’t know anyone here. I came here with my roommate and her boyfriend to prove I wasn’t a loser. Then they ditch me. I end up with you and then I almost get raped in a bathroom. I don’t know why I’m here. I just want to go home. Too bad I have no earthly idea where my ride is.” She started to hyperventilate. Natsu gently grabbed her shoulders.

“Look, I really don’t need for you to pass out right now. Take one big deep breath and hold it.”

Lucy tried, but it didn’t work. Natsu drew her to his chest and took one deep breath after another until Lucy’s breathing slowed. She was exhausted at that point and needed to sleep.

“N-Natsu…”

“Yeah?” he answered cautiously.

“I wanna go to sleep.” She said as her lids grew heavy. The events of the evening had completely drained her and she was giving into sleep.

Natsu picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He gently placed her down and put her under the covers. He turned to grab some blankets from his closet when he felt a tug on his shirt.

“Sleep next to me. Please. I’m really scared if I’m being honest.”

Natsu gladly got into bed with her. He just had to remember his mantra from earlier until he fell asleep. They sat in silence until Natsu was on the edge of sleep then just as he was about to drift, off he heard something.

“Thank you Natsu.” And with that they both fell asleep and he slept dreamlessly.

During the night, Natsu wrapped his arms around Lucy and held her in a protective grip. Lucy was crying in her sleep until that point. When she felt Natsu’s arms, she turned herself toward him and nestled herself in his chest. She was finally completely peaceful.

The next morning, it wasn’t an alarm that woke Lucy and Natsu, it was Lucy’s phone going off every 20 seconds. Natsu groaned angrily at the loud buzzing and sat up sharply.

“Shut that damn thing off before I throw it out my fucking window.”

Lucy was slow to move and Natsu was growing impatient. When she got ahold of her phone she saw that it was Levy calling.

“Hello?” she answered sleepily.

“Where are you?!” she screamed in Lucy’s ear.

“In the house, we were at last night. Where are you guys?”

“Looking for you! We thought something happened to you.”

Lucy felt fear rise in her chest as the events of last night came rushing back. The first emotion she acted on was anger.

“Something did happen.”

“What?”

With tears in her eyes, she said again, “Levy, something did happen to me.”

“Oh my god. Are you okay? Who are you with? Are you alone? Me and Gajeel are on our way to get you. Just tell me where you are.” Lucy just had tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t form words and the sight of her that upset made Natsu angry. He snatched the phone out of Lucy’s hand and spoke to the woman on the line.

“She’s with me and how about she stays that way. What kind of friend are you to not look for her last night? How the fuck do you just leave without one of the people you showed up with? Tell you what, when she’s ready to leave I’ll take her back to her place. That’s not a suggestion. Goodbye.” He hung up before Levy could say anything.  He sat there staring at the phone not comprehending what had just happened. Why did he just do that? Why was he so mad about what her “friends” did to her?

Without warning, Lucy leaned into Natsu and began sobbing. He wrapped her in his arms and softly patted her on the back.  His patience could only last so long before he would say something he would regret. After a few sob-filled moments, she was okay and was able to compose herself.

“Sorry about dragging you into everything that happened last night. I just thought that we would meet, dance, talk, drink, and then I would go home. But that didn’t happen. I appreciate your help and I definitely owe you a lot. I’ll call my friend back and have her boyfriend come pick me up. Then we’ll never see each other again.” She wouldn’t let what happened to her affect her in any way. She would put on a smile and put everything behind her. Today was a new day and she had bigger issues than a dumb drunk at a party and a night full of emotions.

She got out of bed and stretched. Just was she reached for her phone, Natsu’s door flew open.

“Hey, you hotheaded dumbass, what the fuck was all that commotion about you last ni-,” a slim, yet muscular, toned man of average height with spiky blond hair, which is kept in strands jutting outwards in every direction, and a smaller, frontal cowlick of hair partially hanging over his forehead stood frozen as he took in Lucy’s nightwear.

“Dude, you got some last night?!” his tone went from angry curiosity to praise.

“No Sting. Get the fuck out of my room before I break your jaw.” Natsu said as he stood up. He was shirtless and in his boxers. When did he take his shirt off? Lucy wasn’t complaining though as she quickly drank in his half naked appearance before looking away.

“Bullshit! Rogue told me that he heard someone hooking up from down the hall. She doesn’t look like the screaming type.” He said sending a wink in Lucy’s direction.

“That was my roommate Levy and her boyfriend Gajeel.” Lucy said rolling her eyes at the intruder.

“Wait, that was Bolts for Brains? Oh, hell no! He’s not living this one down. Ever.”

“You guys know him?” Lucy asked confused.

“Know him? He used to live here. He moved out a few months ago because of all the heat he was getting for being with a high schooler. Guess she graduated.” Sting chuckled and Natsu laughed too.

“So, his girlfriend is your roommate?” Natsu asked. Lucy nodded.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Nope. But it does mean I’m getting my ass kicked for talking to her that way. Oh well, I’ll just blame it on Sting.”

“Fuck you. Don’t blame that one me. I was never here. By the way, nice to meet you Blondie.” With that he ran off closing the door behind him.

“Look, you can call them if you want, but I’m going back to sleep. This might just be the most sleep I get for the rest of the damn semester. If you do leave, feed Happy on your way out and don’t make too much noise.” He crawled back into bed and covered himself with the sheets. Then his phone started ringing.

“For fuck’s sake!” he said looking at his phone and answering it on speaker, “What?!”

“Where do you get off thinking you can talk to my girlfriend like that?” Gajeel sounded pissed.

“When I find out that you’re fucking in the room next to mine like it’s still yours.” Lucy’s face got hot when Natsu said that.

“Where’s Lucy?”

“Right here. Why?”

“Put her on the phone.” Gajeel demanded.

“You’re on speaker she can hear you just fine.” Natsu was getting really pissed at this point. He knew what Gajeel was thinking and that’s one of the reasons they never really got along.

“Lucy, what did he do to you?” Lucy was shocked by the question. She didn’t know what to say or how to answer the question because for some reason it blew her mind.

“Lucy, did Natsu hurt you? Levy told me you said something happened. Did Natsu do it?”

Lucy quickly found her voice because her silence would only get Natsu into trouble.

“No, he didn’t do anything to me. He helped me. I couldn’t find you guys and after Natsu helped me, I decided to stay with him. So, I’m okay.”

“We’re on our way to get you then.”

“No. it’s fine. Natsu said he would take me back to the dorm. I’m fine.

“You heard her Metal Head. She’s staying with me. You show up over here and Sting won’t let you through the door.”

There was silence on the other end of the line and Lucy decided to crawl back in Natsu’s bed. She started to drift off and Natsu’s voice started sounding farther and farther away. Then she was brought back by Natsu shaking her shoulder.

“Hey, they’re coming to get you. Get up and go downstairs.” Natsu said indifferently.

Lucy sat up confused. She didn’t understand.

“Wait, what?”

He rolled his eyes. “Get out of my bed. Get out of my room. Give Metal Head my clothes after you’ve washed them and the last thing I need is for the next girl I bring in here to find your shoes and clothes or anything that will keep me from getting laid. It was nice knowing ya, now get the fuck out.”

Lucy was hurt by Natsu’s words as she quickly got out of his bed and retrieved her things and went slammed the door behind her. Who was that douchebag she was just talking to? It sure as hell couldn’t have been Natsu. She didn’t allow herself to cry, especially not over a guy she had known for less than 24 hours. She took a deep breath and held her head up high as she walked through the hall and down the stairs. She ignored the looks and the cat calls she received from the residents that were awake and cleaning the remnants of the party from the night before.

“Hey Blondie, you seem like a good time. Since Natsu’s done with you, can I take you for a spin?” Asked one of guys.

Lucy’s face got hot and she bit her cheek to keep herself from crying. She turned on her heel and unleashed her anger she had pushed aside.

“My fucking name isn’t Blondie. It’s Lucy. And no, you can’t take me for a spin and just by the looks of you, my ‘ride’ would last all of 20 seconds. Now, leave me the f-,” she was cut off by the boy being hit in the head with something. She looked to see it was a sock, but it hit the ground with a thud.

“Shut the fuck up and leave her alone. You left your phone in my bed. It’s in the sock. If it’s cracked tell Lug-nuts to let me know how much I owe you. Have a nice life,” with that the pink haired male Lucy spent the night with, had retreated back to his room and slammed his door.

The guy that has hit on her moments ago was rubbing his head and handing Lucy her phone that was in fact, cracked. Her phone then lit up with a message from Levy.

“We’re outside.” And Lucy damn near ran out of that house without a second thought.

[frenchlangdon]

Echo

Summary: this is literally the aftermath of the Area 51 raid.

No pairings. There’s no marvel characters in this.

A/N: this is based off of a dream I had last night, I usually have very weird, vivid, and sometimes very gory dreams. And I thought that I had to share this one! I’ve been seeing a lot of Area 51 memes lately so I think that’s what triggered this dream! Lmao and also the elevator part, I know realistically that wouldn’t happen but that’s what happened in the dream. Everything you’re reading, I dreamt it. I’ve been having a lot of dreams about people dying. I’m thinking I might need to go see a therapist 😂

“There’s been an outbreak of parasitic beings, starting in the United States and spreading viciously worldwide, they enter the host’s body and they feed on blood, slowly expanding the more they stay alive and feed. The hosts they are most attracted to are humans. They can start out the size of a ping pong ball or even smaller and can expand up to the size of a yoga ball. What doctors can’t figure out is why it’s not noticeable to the human eye when these hosts have expanded in the human body. But once you open up the host, you can see the parasite and how large it is. Scientists and Doctors are working on vaccines to prevent these hosts from entering the body or possibly killing it once it enters. We’ll be back in the next two hours hopefully with some more news on this.”

This shit only happened because those dumbasses raided Area 51. They successfully raided the base. How? I don’t have a single fuckin clue. Now there’s some alien species running amongst people and killing them. They’ve just made it into our town and the people here are running amok while these parasitic aliens are now latching onto the people from the outside and draining their bodies dry. There’s people in the streets screaming bloody murder due to panic, others are raiding stores, and others are simply just killing.

I packed some essentials in a small duffel bag. I sprint to my sister’s room. She was older by five years, but sometimes she acts my age.

“Ash, we need to go! Hurry up.” I said, she turned to me with tears running down her face.

“What about Echo? What do I do with her?”

“The world is slowly turning to shit and you’re worried about a horse. And she’s at the ranch that’s not on the way to where we’re going!”

“Marie, she’s my baby! I can’t just leave her!”

“Yes you can! If it means surviving this shit and living a full somewhat happy life, then yeah. You leave her. She’s a horse. You can get another one when things tone down, if they do...” I zipped up her duffel she packed and grabbed her arm and drug her to the room next to her’s, I opened the door to Samantha’s room. Samantha is our friend and roommate. Same age as Ash.

“Sam, you ready?” I asked.

She turned and nodded. She put her phone in her pocket and zipped up her bag. She threw it over her shoulder and walked with us. We lived in an apartment building, the tenth floor. Yeah it was a pain in the ass. And if the elevator isn’t working, it’ll be even worse. We walk out of the apartment. We’re in the very end of the hallway, at our end of the hallway there’s a huge window that stretches from the floor to the ceiling, at the other end is the elevator. We’re standing with our backs to the window.

A scream breaks through the silent air, an alien gets thrown out of an apartment a few doors down and hits the wall, it slides down and looks over at us. “Don’t move.” I said through my teeth. In my peripheral vision I see Ash breathing heavy and Sam as still as can be. I look to the alien looking thing, it’s the size of a yoga ball, and if I’m being honest, it looks like Mike Wazowski on crack. It started growling and charged at us. Ash screams and it’s as if everything happens in slow motion, the alien thing runs and latches onto Ash and they fall through the window. My eyes widen and I look down to see my sister laying on the ground, surrounded by red and green. I look to Sam and her eyes are red, tears are falling from her eyes and running down her cheeks. “Ash..” I mumbled.

The screeching of one of those alien things could be heard from another apartment that was too close to us. We both run to the elevators, I’m pressing the button furiously as we’re both panting, the screeching gets louder and my heart is beating too fast for my liking. The elevator door slides open and the alien thing stands in the middle of the hallway looking towards the broken window. I jump into the elevator and hide, Sam doesn’t follow and I peek out.

I see her in between the elevator door and the outside of the wall. “What the hell are you doing?” I whisper yell. “Hiding. The thing can’t reach me.”

“You’re gonna get hurt if the doors start to close.”

I said, the fear started sinking in as she refused to get from in between the outer door of the elevator and the wall. I don’t know how she fit herself in between them, but she did.

The alien turned around and started walking towards us. But just as it got closer the doors started closing, “Samantha!” I exclaimed. I tried pressing the button to make the doors stop moving but it didn’t work. “Sam! Sam! Get out! Hurry! Please, Samantha!” I cried out. But she said nothing, there was no response, which scared the complete shit out of me.

Right before the doors closed, inches before it shut, I heard the loud sound of something popping and cracking, blood splattered inside of the elevator, I felt something warm spray over my face. The screeching sound of the alien stopped. I backed up until I hit the cold metal wall of the elevator, slightly in shock. The elevator doors opened up to the same floor, the tenth. There alien wasn’t there anymore. I look to my right, in between the elevator door and wall, where Sam was hiding. The only thing there was bone, blood, and skin. I press the buttons quickly and the doors shut, finally taking me down.

I find my car and load up all three of our duffel bags in the trunk.

I made it to the place we all planned to go to.

It was some house that sanctioned people from these aliens. It was several towns over, a three hour drive.

I got assigned a room, each room had two beds, you had a roommate if you came alone. If you came with another you’d be assigned a room with them if possible. I walk into my room and find a guy my age sitting on one of the beds. “Are you in the right room?” I asked.

“Yeah. They don’t do same sex dorms here. Sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

I set my duffel and Sam’s at the end of my bed. I sit on the bed with Ash’s duffel on my lap, I unzip it and the first thing I see is the picture she cherished the most. It was a picture of us standing on each side of Echo, I remember that day all too well.

“Did you see me riding Echo?” Ash jumped off of her horse as I walked closer. She had the biggest smile on her face. She had just got back from college, she waited two full semesters to ride her baby again. “Yeah, it was just like old times. I missed you Ash.” I hugged her as tight as I could. “It’s not the same without you.” I started to cry, our parents were... they weren’t like most, i’ll just say that.

“Oh I know bug. I came down, not only to spend time with Echo.” She patted the horse and smiled. “But to also ask you a very important question.” She beamed. “What?” I asked.

“Well I’m moving back here, but I need a roommate, I was wondering if—”

“Yes! Oh my god! Yes!” I exclaimed as I jumped up and down in excitement. I hugged her again.

“Ugh! I love you big sister!”

“I love you, too, little sister.” She laughed.

“Now come on, let’s take a picture with this beauty. I want to remember this day for as along as I live.” She said.

I wipe a tear that had slowly made its way down my cheek.

“I love you, Ash.”