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[whispering-radiance]

| Glow of amber | Chapter [#1]

Word count: [ ~2890 ]

Hello everybody! This is the first story that I’m actually showing to people — so I’m a bit nervous … Although I feel confident about my English, it’s not my first language so there might be some grammatical errors along the way.

I’ve made a post explaining this AU some time ago, you can give it a read if you want to, but I will explain everything in the story eventually.

With that being said, I invite you below

The corridors of Norrisville high were unusually quiet. There was no soul around, not even a single student running late for their classes. Janitor had already done his round around the school, mopping the floor and sweeping dust bunnies under the lockers. Halls remained empty for most of the day, not unless a teacher had to rush to the building to file some important documents or to prepare materials for another school year.

While the other parts of school slumbered, the main hall brimmed with life. As usual, a great Ninja battle had left a great damage on the property, and this time, the repair team was tasked with fixing a considerably huge hole in the wall. But since the school year was ending, there wasn’t a need to do it immediately, so all of the heavy work was left for the vacation period. 

As careful as they wanted to be, they unfortunately caused some small, additional “scratches”. Cement was splattered on few lockers, a bucket of paint rolled all over the floor, a new guy made some mistakes while reading the blueprints and connected water pipes into one big circle, and heavy machines were dragged across the most beautiful thing in the Norrisville highschool, a carp mosaic decorated by strange, yellow gem.

School itself didn’t have anything precious to guard, but the business responsible for the construction team and equipment demanded to hire someone to protect the expensive materials.

It was a bright night and a full moon decorated the sky.

“It’s just you and me, buddy!” A night guard shook his flashlight and locked the back door. He also pinned a card with “Jeremy” written on it.  “Maybe they don’t pay much but after tonight we’ll be able to afford a brand new keyboard!”

He kept talking with his trusty flashlight as he walked down the hallway. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, he made sure to bang on every locker to check for hidden intruders, but he found nothing. Maybe it was for the better, even if it meant the rest of the night being extremely boring.

The sound of his own footsteps was creeping him out. He wished he could at least turn on the big lights and get rid of the uncomfortable darkness, but due to safety and financial reasons, power was cut off for the night.

“Ughhh! This stinks!” He moved his light around him.”I know I’ve said that I’m over my fear of the dark but… Jeez… I will go insane before this shift ends.”

Jeremy glanced at his flashlight again.

“I heard that this school has a glass ceiling” He shook it and made a squeaky voice. “It’s in the main hall! And you know what else is in there? Equipment we have to keep an eye on! How about we just go in there and enjoy our shift under the bright moonlight?”

“Oh buddy!” He smiled. “You always have the best ideas!”

Thanks to the gentle rays of the moon, the Main lobby looked enchanted, despite it being a construction site.  Heavy machines and bags of cement were covered by large blankets, and the hole in the wall was well secured. The whole room seemed very inviting, yet something felt weird. The giant mosaic of golden carp was beautiful, but bathed in moonlight it gave off an eerie energy. Jeremy agreed with his trusty flashlight that they should avoid getting closer to it.

After doing the necessary check up, he lied down on the floor and leaned against a pillar.

“Everything is where it’s supposed to be…Nothing was stolen… no intruders…” He yawned. “Darkness was terrifying but besides that…– Well I didn’t expect this job to be this boring”

His eyelids felt heavy.

“What if I just… take a quick nap…?” He looked around the room one last time.”If there’s no boss around then you can do what you want.”

After just a few minutes, he was drooling on the floor.

“I’ve been stuck here for far too long…”

 A husky voice echoed in his ears. Jeremy’s eyes were quick to open. He didn’t know what he was seeing, but one thing was sure, he wasn’t in the lobby anymore. The amber sky seemed to be stretching for miles. Whatever he was standing on didn’t feel right, on the one hand it was slippery like glass, but at the same time it felt sticky, like if it wanted to trap him.

Jeremy looked around, he wasn’t alone, but he couldn't locate the person he had just heard.   

“I’m alone— All alone!” The voice cried loudly. “What’s the point of keeping me here anymore?! The Sorcerer is gone after all…”

A gigantic shadow of a bird flew just above Jeremy’s head.

“But it’s not about the sorcerer!” Huge bird landed and laughed to itself. “It’s because he hates me. Oh, he wants me here for all eternity!.. To hell with him!”

Demonic creature hit the floor with all its rage. This was enough to make Jeremy fall down and scream out of fear. As he was laying on the floor, slowly sticking more and more, he expected to wake up at any moment. He heard another hellish screech and sound of sharp talons getting closer very quickly.

Jeremy opened his eyes, hoping that he would see the familiar moonlight. But instead he was greeted by a pair of glowing, red eyes analyzing his every movement. The head of the creature was just a skull of a bird with a few blue markings that resembled a warpaint. The bird demon was smiling, sending chills down Jeremy’s spine.

“A visitor…” Its voice echoed through his head. “Tsch, not anyone I know…– How bothersome.”

“I.. I am… I…” Night guard was squeaking like a mouse.”I’m Jeremy! Just a simple guard!”

“I didn’t ask! And frankly I’m not interested in hearing about your pitiful life!” The demon screamed and threw Jeremy back. “I hate humans. You always think of yourself as heroes! Think that your lives are somehow more important than other beings!”

“I don’t consider myself a hero…” He tried to stand up. “I’m nothing compared to our town's savior, the Ninja!”

Creature went silent, and so did the boy. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, everything felt so real that he started questioning if it really was a dream. Bird demon approached him in silence.

“Ah… so he’s a hero.” Its last word came out with a lot of bitterness. “Yes… Hm, yes, it was very heroic of him to slit my throat with his blade, disrespect my body by ripping away my feathers… and then trap my spirit here! Who you call a hero is nothing more than a filthy murderer.”

Jeremy stood confused. 

“From what you’ve said… It sounds like… well… you don’t paint ninja in a good light” He tried pinching himself in order to escape this dream. “I don’t think he would have done all that without a good reason.”

The black shadow of a bird turned into flames, and from them it reformed itself in a much different shape. No longer was it a monster looking down at him, but simply a man. His body was translucent and colored like a bright ember. He was wearing damaged samurai armor, wings dragged behind him like a cape, and in his hand he held a broken blade. His gaze was intense and drilling, but not as wild as in his bird form.

“Did I say something wrong!?” Jeremy was trembling. “I am terribly sorry! I… I know nothing about the ninja… but… I thought he’s an honorable guy!”

“I think this whole conversation started on a wrong note.” Warrior dropped his blade.”Don’t think I’ve changed my mind about humans— my hatred runs deep. But since you’re already here, I think you deserve to learn a few things about your hero.”

“Well… I don’t want to take your time!” He shook his head.”Maybe you can just— wake me up! And I won’t be bothering you anymore!”

The spirit tried his best to give a sincere looking smile.

“You’ll miss out on some valuable knowledge.” He shrugged. “You know, in the past people would do anything to have such a conversation.”

Night guard took a deep breath.

“Then if I may ask… who are you?”

“I’m glad you asked.” His chuckle sounded a bit forced.”People used to call me a Tengu— a bird spirit. I was the greatest swordsman in the land, and a noble one as well. I never declined a duel, not even to a human. I always fought with honor.”

“Why are you here then?”

“Because of the ninja, of course!” Tengu was making circles around the scared boy. “You see, one day he challenged me to a duel. He was confident about his powers, but confidence alone isn’t enough to win. I defeated him and sent him on his way.”

“But…”

“Shhh” He put his finger up.”Some time had passed and I was sure I wouldn’t see him again. Oh but I was wrong— He was furious that I'd managed to defeat him! He came to claim his victory and he was ready to do so at any price!”

“If you’ve beaten him once— then how come you didn’t manage to win again?” Concentrating on Tengu’s story made him stop shaking.

“This time he had a friend.” He clenched his fist. “I don’t know what he had said to that goddess to make her think I was the enemy… But he was successful…He challenged me to an uneven battle. I couldn’t win against someone backed up by a heavenly power…”

Tengu gasped theatrically.

“They imprisoned me here.” He spread his arms.”In a stone they’d called “Eye of Eternities”!”

Jeremy scratched his head.

“This is confusing…” He was trying to analyze the story. “I’m having a hard time believing all this— It was hard for me to believe in ninja… and you’re spitting nonsense about spirits and gods.”

“You humans used to be more spiritual back then.” Tengu frowned. “You may want to argue with me about your beliefs, but you must believe me that it’s all real.”

“First of all, this is a dream!” Jeremy spouted. “This is just a figment of my imagination!”

“Wrong.” Tengu moved his hand towards the orange sky and after a moment it became clear like a window. “There you are. Lying unconscious on the school floor.”

“But— how— this is impossible!”

“Oh well— If you knew anything about spirits, then you’d know that you should be very careful about what you do during the full moon.” Tengu shook his head in disapproval. “For you, it might seem like a dream, but for me, it’s a very real visit.” 

The young night guard wandered lost in his thoughts. Nothing made sense. Things he considered to be just fairy tales were real this whole time. 

“Why didn’t you just attack me?” Jeremy felt like he should have asked this question earlier. 

“If I’ve attacked you, you’d simply wake up…None of us would have gotten anything out of this meeting.” 

Even though the mind of a Tengu was broken after centuries of imprisonment, he knew he should always take the opportunity when it’s there. It’s not everyday that he has a chance to speak with someone. Boy was naive, he noticed it right away. Maybe if he plays his cards right, he’ll be able to make this night interesting.

“Tell me, Jimmy…”

“It’s Jeremy, actually.” He said quietly.

“Whatever…” Tengu said under his nose.”Do you like helping others?”

“Oh I…— I… sure! Who doesn’t?” Jeremy giggled. “I’ve had many bullies during middle school and high school, but no one was kind enough to give me a helping hand…So now I help others in need!”

“Truly amazing…” He ran his hand across his face. “Would you like to help me then?”

Boy stood shocked.

“Me? Help you? But…��“

“You’ve said you help those in need, am I right?”

“Jeez… yes…—“ He tried looking for an excuse. “Well… From what you’ve said… it seems there’s no reason for you to be here… But how am I supposed to help!? I’m just human! And I didn’t even have my 20th birthday yet!”

“Don’t panic and listen.” Tengu grabbed him by his shoulder. “I can’t free myself from the inside, this prison can be open only from the outside.”

“Didn’t you say that this stone was made by a god?” Jeremy was sweating nervously. “Isn’t it like… crazy powerful?”

Tangu looked up.

“Maybe at the beginning, yes” He chuckled. “But nothing is truly eternal. This stone went through a lot and it was even cracked on multiple occasions. I can feel how weak it has become. I don’t think Ninja is needed for the job anymore.”

He smiled mischievously.

“A brute force might be just enough to shatter this prison.”

“You want me to crack the stone?” Jeremy panicked. “But that would be a destruction of property! I’d be punished for it! Oh man— I don’t have money for such a fine.”

“No one will know about it!” He screamed enthusiastically, trying to earn the boy's trust. “After you get me out I will simply fix it! I promise!”

Jeremy looked at Tengu with mixed emotions. 

“All you need is a hammer, or other tool!” Tengu smiled. “It just so happens that the equipment is right there!”

“And what will you do once you get out?”

Spirit turned around, hiding his face from the boy.

“I’ll return home.” He exclaimed. “I miss my mountain…Maybe I’ll even say hi to old friends.”

He felt conflicted. Tengu’s story felt genuine, but despite his reassuring words, he still felt freaked out by the spirit. 

There were several outcomes of this encounter, and he preferred not to know how it would end if he said “no” to him.  

“I’ll try my best…” There wasn’t much confidence in Jeremy’s voice. “Just…– How do I wake up?”

Spirit of the warrior smiled and came closer to the boy.

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you.” Smile disappeared from his face, and he lowered his voice. “I’m counting on you…– Don’t fail me.”

His last words sounded like a threat. But before Jermey was able to  say anything, he felt a powerful punch hit his stomach. He hasn't experienced such pain before. His eyes faded to black.

He was back.

Jeremy jumped up from the floor. He was sweating and breathing quickly, he could feel his heart pounding his chest, like if it was about to break free from the ribs of his body. He tried to calm down but what he just experienced was simply too much. He was scared for his life.

He grabbed his trusty flashlight.

“I’m so glad to see you again!” He screamed. “I’ve had the weirdest dream of my life! There was this giant bird, and then shoosh! He changed into a samurai, and he told me…”

Jeremy turned his head towards the mosaic. The stone was glowing like a warning sign, it was bright enough to light up the whole hall. It was calling him.

“...He told me to break the stone…” He put down his light. “I’m sorry… I think you should just wait here…Close your eyes while we’re at it…”

He took a deep breath and walked towards boxes of equipment. He didn’t want to do this, but what will happen to him if he decides to flee now? Will he be cursed forever? Will his family die? The thought of spirits, or worse, demons, haunting him for the rest of his life was much worse than paying a few bucks for destroying one thing on the property.

A hammer laid heavy in his hand. 

As he was getting closer to the stone, he felt as if the golden carp was judging his every action. It looked angry in the bright moonlight, and the glow of the amber prison made its scales look alive.

Stress was making him gasp for air. He knelt down and lifted his hammer high, ready to strike the stone.

His whole body was shaking.

“Please… let this be over with.” He closed his eyes and struck the stone.

His first hit was met with a lot of resilience, but it didn’t make him stop. On each next hit he was striking it harder and harder, and with each one he could feel the surface cracking.

The light coming from the stone was getting dangerously intense, and after dealing another blow, he was violently thrown across the hall by a strange and powerful force.

Tiny bits of amber scattered across the floor, and the hammer hit the ground with a loud bang. Jeremy tried to pick himself up, but his body was hurting from the fall. 

And then he heard it, a terrifying screech.

If you’ve managed to reach this section, I want to give you my biggest thanks for taking time out of your precious life to give my story a read ♥️♥️

I might not be the best writer, but I enjoy what I do — and besides, there’s always room for improvement

And remember kids, don’t ever trust a Tengu trapped in a magical stone, he’s mad and insanely good at lying

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third and final compilation of shimayu moments from the novel

part 1 part 2

Here’s the shimayu interactions in chronological order so that you can get a feel of the progression (details mentioned in the first post are largely omitted, though there are also parts with overlaps). It was a long and arduous process and admittedly, I had zero motivation to translate anything, but then I decided to grit my teeth and glue myself to my chair. And lo behold! :D Pardon the grammatical errors, jarring jumps between certain paragraphs and the changes in pronouns. Usually, when I switch to ‘Mayura’ after using ‘I’, I’m summarising rather than translating. Other times, it’s just... a grammatical inconsistency. Sorry ‘bout that. ≡(*′▽`)っ

Mayura asks Shimon to guide her in becoming stronger because she cannot think of any other person to depend on. Shimon responds by telling her that her request is unreasonable (and Mayura sighs in dejection), but he agrees to help her nevertheless, citing that it’s not in his character to be afraid of hassle.

Shimon’s popular with girls at school. Mayura acknowledges that it’s only natural since he’s not only good-looking but also strong. -bumping scene from post 2- Shimon points out that Mayura has always been looking at Roku since before. Mayura denies his claim but Shimon tells her that he has noticed that her eyes were always following him. Mayura frantically continues to deny his assertion and says that “Roku already has Benio” and “it’s not like that”. Shimon’s cluelessness manifests in his conclusion that Roku is someone Mayura respects greatly and she looks at him to observe and learn from him. Mayura forcefully changes the topic and asks why Shimon is eating in such a place. -bread scene from post 2-

Jinya insults Mayura very harshly and tells her to give up on her futile effort, saying that he sensed absolutely no potential in her. He tells her that to the Amakawa family, she was but a burden who will drag the family down and she has no value as a family head. He tells her to get lost and return to her comfortable home. (Note: this guy also defeats Mayura in chapter one and if I remember correctly, he punched her in the guts during the process. I was raging at him until I found out that he was deliberately behaving in such an obnoxious fashion so that Mayura will give up on being the family head and live happily as a normal girl. After the battle in the last chapter, he acknowledges Mayura’s strength and role as family head, bows his head and seeks forgiveness for his rudeness). Unconsciously, Mayura has kneeled and budding tears blurred her vision. Her throat burnt and she could not help but to sob. Right at this moment, Shimon’s voice rang through the room.

“You guys are the worst.”

Jinya tells Shimon to stay out of it since he’s an outsider but he replies by saying that he’s not an outsider because he’s the one training with Mayura every day. Shimon declares, “I don’t care what you guys think, but Otomi will definitely become stronger. One month later, I guarantee that you will not dare to talk to her in such a rude fashion.”

After Jinya exits, Mayura thanks Shimon for coming forward to help her. Internally, she admits that even though it really feels horrible to be told such harsh words, Shimon coming to her help really made her happy, and her declaration that “Otomi will definitely become stronger” gave her much courage. In her heart, she thinks that no matter what happens, she will definitely respond to Shimon’s expectations. For Shimon who is giving her his utmost support, she will certainly surpass Jinya in a month!

Mayura asks if she could accompany Shimon on a mission to gain more experience and so they go off together. Shimon defeat the impurities. As he turns to walk to his comrades, Mayura notices a shadow behind him and she calls out to Shimon.

“Shimon, behind you!”

The impurity was three metres tall and it was going to bite off Shimon’s head. Even for Shimon, such a sudden attack was hard to deal with.

“I have to protect him!” Mayura thought.

Despite the seals on her body (she’s wearing some sort of limiter seals for training purposes, I believe. That’s what made her body so heavy in the bumping scene) she does some kickass magical exorcist stuff and charge towards the impurity, shouting, “Get away from Shimon!” She defeats the impurity like a boss, stunning Shimon, because the seals should have limited her power.

There’s more exorcist explanation. The gist is that Shimon tells Mayura that her seal power and her seal control (at least I think he’s talking about something related to seal; take my exorcist summary with a pinch of salt) are superior to Roku.

“Anyhow, you need to be more confident. Your aptitude for exorcism is without a doubt on par with Master Seigen.”

They arrive at the island for training. After training, Mayura asks if there’s a place to shower and Shimon gives her the directions.

“That place should also have clothes for you to change into; feel free to use them as you please.”

After thirty minutes, Shimon greets Mayura with a stunned face. Here’s yet another adorably awkward conversation (first person from Mayura’s POV):

“O-otomi… what’s with your appearance…?”

Shimon stared at me with wide eyes. Such a shocked expression makes me a little embarrassed.

“U-um, is this very weird…?”

“Damn… there are people who come to this island for vacation huh. Just what sort of place do they think this island is?” (i.e. the bikini is probably prepared for or by those on vacation)

Shimon’s gaze erratically moves away and back to me again (and then he looks away and looks back again). How do I say it… Shimon’s indeed a boy. I wavered a little and felt really shy.

“But you see, won’t I sweat a lot from the training? In this outfit, I don’t have to worry about getting dirty.”

“Even though that’s true, how do I put it, this is poison to the eyes…”

As he desperately tries to shift his gaze away from my body, I was thinking that Shimon is really a serious person. Afterwards, they talk and Mayura asks him if he has any hobby. Shimon nods and talks about what he does outside of training (he plants, waters, trims and finds fertiliser for his plants and Mayura is like, “They’re all related to plants. O_o”). Mayura then asks if he has never played with friends. Shimon replies that there’s no exorcist of his age so he has only played with his sister. Mayura asks if he has played with any girl other than his sister. 

“Other girls?”

“You see, aren’t you popular with girls at school? It wouldn’t be strange if you had a girlfriend.”

“What are you saying? I probably wouldn’t have one. Missions and jobs make me busy enough. How will I have the time to play with girls?”

“I see… Well, let’s not talk about girlfriends. You should at least have a girl you’re interested in, right?”

“A girl I’m interested in…?”

Shimon thought about it for a while and his reply was clear. “No.” During a training, Mayura exhausts her energy and Shimon catches her body as she almost falls.

The boat they came by was washed away by the waves so they’re now effectively shipwrecked.

Shimon berates himself for causing the situation due to his negligence.Then comes this line from Mayura’s internal monologue, “In these days with this serious, perfect exorcist genius, I saw his various sides. Honestly, I sometimes think that he’s very cute. But of course, I won’t be able to say something like this.”

Here’s the conversation from the bed scene mentioned in the first post:

“Well then, I’ll be sleeping here.”

“Eh, why?”

“The cabin is small. It’s hard for two to sleep inside.”

“Ah.” The space, while limited, should suffice for two. But then, a young man and a young woman living under the same roof… noticing this point is still embarrassing.

“[some (Chinese?) proverb about girls and guys older than seven needing to stay in different places]. There’s such a saying right? Therefore, I will sleep outside.”

“Ehhh? Outside… outside’s very cold though? Hey… it’s better to stay inside. I’ll… try my best not to be bothered.”

Even though there’s nothing more embarrassing than this, I’d feel very sorry for Shimon if he hurts his body here.

“B-but…” Shimon’s face was bright red. “If this thing is discovered by others, such as Roku, you’d be troubled too right?”

“Well, that’s the case but… but as I’ve said, it isn’t as though I want to do anything weird… Eh!? Could it be that Shimon wants to do something weird….?”

“Huh!? I definitely won’t do something like that! Definitely not!”

“Well then, sleeping in the same room shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Urgh. Fine.”

Don’t even talk about weird things, after he crawled into his blanket, he turned to the other side and was completely silent. I have no idea if he should be called a gentleman or what…Speaking of it, from the start, I’ve never thought that he would do anything rude to me.

They talk more the next few days (sorry I’m not translating every conversation ^^’). Basically, because they open their hearts to each other during their conversations, Mayura feels that their distance is now closer. “Because he has been supporting me, I feel that I should work harder!”

One night, Mayura asks what will happen if they’re trapped forever on the island.

“That’s impossible. Hmm. I can’t imagine being on this island forever. That’s not a good thing.”

“Ahaha. As I thought. It’s boring if you keep training with me, isn’t it?”

“No, I don’t dislike accompanying you for training. It’s just that I have something that I want to do regardless of what happenes, and that is, to use my hands to save my sister’s future. If I can’t do that, I’d be pained.”

He talks more about Tenma and Roku (both of whom he admits he does not get along with; with Tenma, it’s because he lost to him and he wants to beat him and make him remember his name).

And Mayura thought, “The usually calm Shimon harbours such fervent feelings towards his peers. This side of Shimon really fits my impression of guys that age. It’s a bit cute…”

“That’s why I cannot stay on this island forever.”

“That’s true.”

“Of course, the reason I cannot return is not just that.” Shimon gazed at my eyes. “Otomi has not yet received acknowledgment as the family head, and it is for this reason that I’m helping you to train. If we cannot return, I cannot fulfill our agreement.”

“…Yes. You’re right.”

Anyway, Shimon’s concerned about me too. To say something like that makes me really happy.

“Shimon is such a good man!”

Shimon shakes his head.

“From discussing various things with me to accompanying me for training. I can’t thank you enough.”

“Don’t mind it. Besides, I’m not helping you for your thanks.”

“Hey, Shimon, why are you helping me to such an extent?”

“Why… something like that… indeed. To be honest, I’m not sure.”

“You yourself don’t understand it”

“At the start, I want to repay Master Seigen. But now, it’s different. How do I put it… I feel as though I can’t leave you alone.”

“Can’t leave me alone? Why?”

“Hmm… I can’t express it well with words. It’s just that when I see Otomi, I feel as though I’m seeing my younger self.”

“Even though you’re very weak, you seek to become stronger and never give up. These parts are very similar to me. Also, your gaze is always seeking someone. This part is similar too.”

They talk more about Shimon’s admiration of Seigen.

“One day, I’ll definitely catch up to Master Seigen and surprass him!”

“Shimon’s really amazing. You’re an exorcist and you have no fears or doubts. I really respect you!”

“Is that so?” Out of shyness, Shimon scratched his cheek.

“If that’s the case, Otomi’s the same. You’re working hard daily.”

“… But I… I still feel fear from some corners of my heart.”

Mayura confides in Shimon her fears and Shimon reassures her that he’s the same.

“For my sister, I definitely cannot die, and don’t want to die. I’ve always been facing battles with such a feeling. This is not an embarrassing thing.”

I suddenly feel as though my doubts are dissipating.

“That’s why, Otomi, you’re not wrong.”

Hearing Shimon’s strong declaration, I feel warmth from the depth of my heart. To be acknowledged by someone I respect is really such a happy thing.

Shimon further reassures Mayura.

“You have to know, that you are not alone.”

As he speaks, he places his hand over my right hand. Our hands overlapped.

Shimon explains that his sister will do the same for him when anything happens. He hopes that Mayura will receive the similar courage and assurance that she’s not alone.

“That’s why, I hope that you can have courage. At the very least, I hope that you know that there’s a person here who is your comrade.”

Mayura thanks Shimon for dispelling her doubts and proclaims that she will become stronger for everyone. She wants to become an exorcist who can protect her loved ones.

“Ahh… If it’s Otomi, you can definitely do it.”

“Ehehehe, thank you. Ah that’s right. I’ve been thinking this since some time ago. It’s very stiff to call me by my first name; ‘Mayura is fine!”

“Hm? Is that so…?”

“Yup! I’ve been calling you Shimon from the start.”

“Ahh, I know. If that’s better then I’ll do that.”

Our hands were tightly linked and we nodded at each other.

Some time later, they’re rescued. Trouble has cropped up for Jinya and Mayura insists on going to help but is turned down because it’s too risky for her to go alone.

“I know it’s dangerous, and it goes against the rule, but it’s precisely because it’s dangerous that I cannot give up on helping Jinya and the others!”

“No one talked about giving up.”

“Eh?”

“If you cannot apply for a rescue mission, I’ll be the one to do it.”

“Shimon!”

“To help you gain acknowledgement as the family head, I’ll help you. That’s our agreement, isn’t it? If Jinya dies and you win by default, you’d not be able to gain anyone’s approval. Besides, I don’t dislike that determination to save someone even at the expense of breaking rules. Master Seigen also had such moments. You’re indeed his daughter. You can definitely become an amazing exorcist like Master Seigen. To fight together with such an exorcist is a thing to be proud of. That’s why, I ask of you, do fight with me, Mayura.”

“Shimon…!” My heart overflows with gratitude. This boy known as Shimon, just how much help has he given me. If I think carefully, it’s great to have him here. So long as I have Shimon’s help, I feel as though I can overcome any obstacle.

Yuzuru’s face was that of relief. She bowed her head low to Shimon and said, “If I can receive the Ikaruga family’s aid, nothing can be more assuring. Take care of Miss Mayura!”

Shimon nodded and replied, “Okay.” His face looked really reliable.

Yuzuru turned to me and said, “Miss Mayura, you have a really great friend.”

Just as she said, Shimon is already to me, an irreplaceable friend.

And then they head off to battle and there’s Mayura’s narration:

I suppose this is also the result of our long training on the island. Whatever attack Shimon wants to make, I am unintentionally able to understand the rhythm of his movement. For him, this is probably also the same. The earth and the sky, even though the distance is great, our heart and body have completely merged as one.

“Next is [insert direction and distance]!”

“Understood…!” As Shimon controls his blades, a bitter smile surfaced. “Speaking of which, Mayura, isn’t it a bit too much to order me around like this?”

“This is payback for putting me through the brutal Spartan training!”

“Good grief.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Really, you don’t have to be so polite!”

As Shimon and I bickered like a married couple ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), we dealt a critical blow with our full strength and the miasma (the black fog. I can’t remember the term for it) in front dispersed.

Even though this is a battle with lives at stake, I felt very happy for some reason. This feeling is really amazing. It is not as though I’m not afraid of battles and injuries, but if it’s with Shimon, it doesn’t feel as scary. This must be because he gave courage to me!

“Somehow, my body feels very light…!”

It must be the result of the training. But the reason is not this alone; it’s also because I have dependable comrades to lend their strength to me, and I have people to protect at my back. Because of these, I can continue to fight with my hands.

After hearing Jinya’s words, I wonder if I can become the head the family is proud of. That is probably something to work towards my whole life. Regardless, I will surely be fine. The me now has the courage to press on. Even when in doubt, there is nothing to stop my steps… the important friend who taught me all these now places his hand on my shoulder.

“That’s great. You’ve now accomplished your goal.”

I smiled and held his hand in response.

That’s right. I’m not alone. From now on, I’ll continue to work hard.

A week later, Mayura sees Shimon in school. He tells her that the heavenly commanders are very busy and have special permission to skip lessons. It’s the first time Mayura heard of such a thing and she suddenly realises that Shimon has been coming to help her even though he’s busy, and not once has he brought this up. Mayura could not help but think that this part of Shimon’s really gentle.

Mayura heaves a sigh of relief upon seeing that Shimon’s sight has completely recovered.

“Ahh. There’s no problem at all now. I came today to borrow some books on plants from the library.”

“Is that so?”

“Also, I’m a bit concerned about your situation.”

“Mine?”

“Amakawa family’s situation. After that, did you settle everything properly?”

So he was worried about me. I explained everything to him and he went along with me like a family member as I spoke (basically he nodded and responded with phrases like “is that so?” and “that’s really great”).

“My goal was to help you earn respect as a family head, but I didn’t think that you would master the [control over the white tiger seal, I think] in the process.”

“Me too. Really, it’s all thanks to Shimon. Truly, I thank you. I can never repay your kindness in my whole life.”

“How many times do you want me to say it? You don’t have to be so concerned. I did this willingly.”

“Hey, Shimon. If I can do it, you can talk to me about anything. As repayment, I’d help you no matter what it is.”

“Ahh, I’m grateful for that.”

“Yup. You can talk to me without reservation about anything. Even though I can’t win you when it comes to anything related to exorcism, I can help you with things other than that, such as cooking, desserts, fashion, and whatnot. Even topics related to love would be fine!”

“Love discussion…?” Shimon frowned.

“You see, didn’t you say that you don’t have girlfriend a while back? But what if you have such a person some time later? Even if it’s not to the degree of ‘like’, you can talk to me when you have someone you’re ‘interested in’.”

With a perplexed expression, Shimon replied in a low voice, “I see… if it’s a person of the opposite gender that I’m interested in… there is someone.”

“What!? Is that so?”

“I became… interested recently… I wonder.”

“When exactly did that happen?!”

“Well, whatever discussion it is, you don’t have to mind.”

“Ehh, since you’ve said something like that, I’ll be more concerned…”

That day, regardless of how I probed, Shimon stubbornly refused to disclose the meaning of what he just said. Feeling that Shimon’s attitude was a bit weird, I was in a state of confusion the whole day.

After a very long time, when I discover what Shimon really meant… that is yet another story.

[zorosq]

flu ; roronoa zoro

↻ fluff, self-indulgent, reader threw up, grammatical error, not proofread, their relationship can be read as whatever 💀

↻ pairing ↬ zoro x fem!reader!

a/n goodbye im writing one last fic for myself before going on a hiatus <3 purely self indulgent cuz i felt sick ever since yesterday

there was something weird about today. and zoro couldn't put his finger on it. he tried racking through his brain, searching for an answer, what was wrong?

"oi, marimo. have you seen y/n-chan around?" the cook asked. he was lighting up his cigarettes while looking around aimlessly trying to locate your figure.

though he was quite annoyed by the nickname, he chose not to pay too much attention to it because he haven't seen you ever since breakfast.

without answering sanji, he set down his swords aside before making a stride towards the girls' room. his fist gently meeting with the door's surface, indicating his arrival. "it's me,"

but there was no answer. he was starting to feel anxious. where were you? were you okay? "oh, zoro,"

he turned around to meet with robin, who still has her book in hand. "if you're looking for y/n, she's asleep," robin said. his eyebrow quirked in confusion. "she's still sleeping?" with the sun high up?

"she didn't tell you? oh my,"

"you should go and check on her. i was on my way to do that but seeing that you're already here, you should probably go instead,"

zoro nodded before turning back around to face the door. he hesitantly twist the door knob before pushing it open. he could see you laying down in bed with a blanket over your head. seriously, what was wrong with you? he thought, starting to get worried.

"y/n?" he called out. his voice sounded so soft but it managed to stir you awake. "zoro...?" you managed to grunt. the slight croak in your voice gave him the answer he needed. you were sick.

he was immediately at your side. he didn't know what to do. he just sat there, looking around for something ― anything, he could do to help you.

zoro may not seemed like it, but he was worried knowing how sick you were. he pulled the blanket down slightly to see your face. your nose was red, obviously from the sneezing.

your eyes were tight shut, but he knew you were awake. "have you gone to see chopper?" he asked quietly. you hummed before leaning closer towards where he was. he didn't care of course.

he could get sick for all he cares. right now, he only want to focus on you. his hand intertwining with yours while the other brushed some stray hair out of your face. he could definitely feel how hot your body was.

"do you want anything?"

you nodded. "i'm hungry," he immediately got up and went outside. "oi, pervert cook! make y/n something to eat! she's sick!" he shouted. you chuckled when you heard sanji's respond.

it didn't take long for sanji to make you something.

something as in congee. seeing how you don't even have the energy to sit up, zoro decided to feed you instead. but the moment you swallow the food, you throw up almost immediately. tears sting in your eyes at the burn in your throat.

you wanted to cry for ruining his shirt. it was embarrassing. "s-sorry," you apologized but he brushed it off immediately. "come here," he said as he hoisted you up in his arms. you laid your head on his shoulder, already feeling tired from eating and throwing up.

"hey, don't fall asleep on me," you hummed but your eyes remained close. "we need to get you clean up first,"

.

the moment you woke up, you felt a lot better than last time. you were in a completely fresh clothes. zoro was sleeping at your bedside.

he was also in a new shirt. he smelled nice compared to every other day. you take note that he probably took a shower after you threw up on him.

maybe you should throw up on him more often just so that he would take a shower.

[clarissalance]

Watermelon-flavored popsicle

Pairing: Xingqiu x g/n!reader, mention of Chongyun

Warning: light swearing, kissing, a lot of grammatically errors.

Word count: 3404

Summary: A coincident meeting between you and Xingqiu on Yaoguang Shoal might have changed your relationship.

A/N: Here is my come back for summer. This piece has been in my folder for so long but I just don’t want to check the errors and proofread. Luckily, I have found my motivation (no more wifi) and here is the piece. This one is inspired by imagination if I can go to the beach ( I hate corona).I hope you have fun reading this oneshot (and feel my desperation to enjoy the sunny beach) Next up will be Kazuha, I think :D. Please send Xingqiu a lot of love~~ (❤´艸｀❤)

Picture credit:  @polarbear43666 on Twitter. 

Summer in Liyue has always been sweltering, burning, and unbreathable. The sun stands proudly in the middle of clear azure sky, not a single cloud dare to tread near the glowing king, blocking the beam of lights shine down the city. 

Today is also another day of undesirable temperature. Even when the city is a harbor, the cool breezes from the sea can’t calm down the rising heat from the road, nor the glowing businesses or the flock of people going to the market. Living in the city for 5 years, you know not to tread near the market during working hours, so you decide to go somewhere quiet, relaxing and enjoyable. 

Yaoguang Shoal.      

Normally, you would have gone to a teahouse or a bookstore to escape the hot weather, but today, those areas are swamp with people. You might have a brief idea of why they would be so crowded in there. It can only be Yunjin performance, or the teahouse is having a giveaway.    

As much as you love to enjoy her breathtaking performance and intriguing stories, you wouldn’t risk getting trampled by those people. Maybe another day, when people aren’t packing inside the teahouse. 

As soon as you arrive at the shore, the thick scent of salt waffles around the tip of your nose, sounds of waves calmly splashing against the coast. Slowly, you remove your shoes and sink your feet down the fever-like golden sand, heading toward the white bubbles splashing waves. 

You should have brought a flip-flop instead of shoes. 

At the burning sensation on the sole of your feet, you start sprinting toward the nearby small patches of grass hiding under a gigantic shade, hoping to save your sensitive skins. 

As soon as you jump on the lump of grass, you can’t help letting out a painful hiss, jumping like a grasshopper on the surface. This place isn’t very far from the water, maybe you can put on an umbrella here and enjoy the breathtaking scenery.  

Afar, you can see a few white cranes enjoying the cold water while looking for fishes, bathing under the scorching heat. Propping yourself on your knee, you sit down and enjoy the feeling of wind combing through your messy dark locks. From here, the sound of splashing water on the sand, the soothing sensation of a peaceful summer gently sinks down your skin.  

You’re lucky to find a shade in the middle of a shore, under the scorching sun glaring holes on your head. Unlike the harbor, Yaoguang shoal is much more breathable, the cool breeze brings the smell of sea salt dancing on your skin, slowly imbued your silky dark lock with the distinctive scent of the ocean. 

Letting out a lazy sigh, you leisurely drift into a slumber, opting for a relaxing nap while enjoying the sound of nature. 

How great is it to not have someone disturb you? 

“Y/N?” 

Maybe you speak too soon. 

Furrow your brows, you slowly open your eyes, annoyed by the sudden intrusion. The bright light clearly wants to pierce your eyes, but the figure moves closer and blocks the over-enthusiastic sun out of your gaze. You slowly sit up, squinting hard at the dark figure. 

“Xingqiu?”  Widen your eyes at the familiar shade of blue, you look at him quizzically. “What are you doing here?”

The male lets out a breathy chuckle and crouches down, letting light falls on his face.   

“Me? The weather is nice, so I’m strolling along the shore and enjoy the weather.” 

At your comical gaze drilling at his head, and the hydro user finally raises his hand in defeat. “ Fine, fine. I was on my way back to the Harbor after helping the traveler with some commissions.” 

“ The harbor is the other direction.” You dubiously point the opposite direction, a small gust of wind picking up and tousling your hair. “ If you’re heading this direction, Dragonspine is where you're heading.” 

 “What are you doing here?” The young man ignores your remark and changes the topic, eyes curiously wander down your lying body on the grass. 

“ Escaping the heat from the harbor.” You hum and scoot to the other side, sparing Xingqiu a space to sit. He must be drying staying that long under the sun. 

He quickly sits down next to you, slowly peeling his boots and socks away. The area is small, forcing you to stay close to him, your shoulders almost bumping into each other. As much as you love skinship, any physical contact is overbearing in this weather. The scenery would have been more romantic if you’re sharing body heat in the bizarrely cold Starglow Cavern.

Wait… why did Xingqiu sit down and remove his boots? Isn’t he supposed to go back to the harbor? 

“ You aren’t going back to the harbor?” You tilt your head and his side profile. 

“ I was, but I change my mind.” The blue figure has his eyes on the boots, unlacing the footwear. “Sitting here with you is much more breathable than cramping inside the teahouse and the bookstore.”

  …But you didn’t agree to let him stay in the first place. Why is he still here then? 

You just offer him a place to sit down in the shade, just because he was sweating profusely under the sun when you were talking to him. It’s called an action out of politeness!!! He isn’t supposed to take the offer and makes himself comfortable.

Great, now you’re stuck with a body heat that you desperate to get away from. Roll your eyes, you let your gaze fleet over the vast clear ocean in front of you. 

From here, you can slightly make out an outline of Guyun Stone Forest peeking behind the thickening clouds. That majestic scenery, the infamous fight between Osial and Res Lapis, you wonder how big that fight was to create a whole island with a gigantic unique shape?  After thousands of years, you can still feel the rumbling energy threatening to break the seal of lord of Geo, yet something manages to force them down. Perhaps, there might be someone there securing the seal, holding the remaining pieces together. What would happen if that seal finally breaks again? Will the entire harbor engulfed by the anger of the lord of Vortex, or, will the new Geo archon will defend it?    

“A mora of your thought?” A youthful voice calls out, and you whirl your head in his direction. “ You look so deep in thought.” 

“ Ah… I was just thinking about the Guyun Stone Forest.” You shyly scratch your head, eyes don’t meet his. You totally forgot someone is sitting next to you. Xingqiu doesn’t comment, he lets his gaze drift to the Stone Forest, and the silence falls. 

This time you don’t let your eyes stray to the exalted scenery hiding away under those clouds. Instead, you observe the hydro user, who is just a few inches away. His features are soft, yet so define. The sharp eyes, the slope of his nose, and the plush lips. Under the smooth cerulean locks is his signature amber orb. You have always felt enamored under his gaze ever since you first met. That golden eyes are always filled with the determination and sharpness of a predator. You love it when the soft, bubbly Xingqiu turns sharp, or when he’s practicing his swordsmanship.   

“Take a picture, it will last longer.” The hydro user says, his voice remains calm and unwavering, almost make you mistake for someone else. “ How is my face?” 

“ Utterly unacceptably handsome.” Propping yourself on your elbow, you stare into his deep eyes, answer honestly, try to hold your scoff. 

Xingqiu doesn’t comment on your compliment but tilts his head the other way, avoiding your hawking gaze. Obviously, he knows you like to mess with him, trying to pull a reaction out of the shameless nonchalant friend when you’re bored. How you wish he would at least give you an entertaining reaction. 

You remember those days when Xingqiu and Chongyun are easily flustered. Nowadays, only Chongyun is still affected by your antic. How does that popsicle boy not immune to your frequent teasing is also a big mystery you’re looking for an answer to. 

“ You shouldn’t say someone is handsome if you don’t mean it.” After a while, the calm hydro user is back, composed, and relax. How can he be so lax in this atrocious weather, you don’t want to know. 

“ But… you’re handsome ?” 

“ You’re just trying to make me fluster.” He replies, a blush slowly creeps on his cheek. You don’t know why he’s trying to deny your compliment. He’s handsome, and you’re just using that fact to turn him into a tomato. Why does it sound like he’s trying hard to convince himself his face isn't aesthetic to look at? 

You open your mouth but close it. Speechless, you don't know how do you convince him that you honestly compliment his features, not… uh baiting him? Do your compliments sound like cheap-ass flirtatious attempts people usually get in a combo when they visit the tavern?   

Your motive isn’t as pure as it can be but your compliment does: honest, and authentic. How could he twist your words into something so scandalous like that? Outrageous! 

Your lips part to speak, but something cold and hard is shoved inside, and your olfactory bulbs almost explode with flavor (and numbing cold). The feeling of fruity sweetness seeps on your tongue, with a tingle of refreshing feeling dancing on top. Glaring dagger at Xingqiu, you notice his gloating face while biting the signature blue popsicle. Did Chongyun give that to him? 

Plug the freezing item out of your mouth, the vibrant pinkish color glowing under the sun, slowly dripping down your hand. It is a watermelon-flavored popsicle. He could have handed it to you nicely instead of almost choking you off and stop your sentence like that. Nevertheless, you still enjoy the watermelon-flavored popsicle while pouting at the young man. 

“ Where did you get this?” In between you lick, you look up at him, surprised to see half of the popsicle has disappeared. Did he just chomp all that in less than a minute? 

“I bought it, of course, food doesn't fall from the sky.” This young man is much more handsome when he has his mouth closed. You are really contemplated whether to use your handkerchief to shove down his throat. Or maybe a rock could do the job well too. 

“So, pay me.” Xingqiu suddenly brings his hand to your face, mischief glowing in his amber eyes. The audacity of this hydro user must have rocketed the sky after so long not having a good fight. You give him a forced smile while elbow him in the stomach, voice dangerously low. 

“ Our friendship doesn’t even worth a single popsicle? Really Xingqiu, I’m so disappointed.” You fake a sigh, head shaking in disapproval.  

The god-damned bastard avoids your blow without a hitch and even slithers his hand on your waist to tickle you. Oh, he must be looking for death this time. 

With the popsicle still inside your mouth, you sneakily raise your hand, attempting to push Xingqiu into the lava-like sand as revenge. It'd be a perfect touch to your lovely afternoon to see him tumbling on the group while jumping like a hissing cat. 

How naïve of you, to think that he doesn’t spot your little antic. This is the young man always out-performing you in every aspect, even in eating a popsicle. 

Without even looking at you, he catches your wrist effortlessly while still licking the ice cream. His body relaxes, compare to you, who almost tumbling toward him if he doesn't hold you in place. In a panic, you try to wriggle yourself out of his hold, but the young man only tightens his hold, remains unfazed by your swinging attempt to fling his hand out of your wrist. 

“ Let me go Xingqiu!” Instead of laughing at a hissing Xingqiu tumbling on the sand, you become the angry cat here. 

“ So you can hit me? Of course not.” He replies gloatingly, chins lackadaisical, his fingers wrap tightly around your wrist. 

“It’s hot.” 

“ Eat your popsicle then.” His hand holding your wrist brings up to point at the melting ice cream on your hand. “It’s melting.”

Of course, everyone can see that. Shooting pointed gaze at him, you try to shake the tight grip on your wrist a few more times, but nothing avails. He doesn’t let go, and your other hand is busy holding the popsicle. If you have another one, maybe you can peel off his fingers. Too bad you only have 2 hands. 

Sigh out in defeat, you give Xingqiu stink eyes before turning your attention back to the watermelon popsicle, occasionally look down at his grip to find an escape route. You don’t believe you can’t escape from his grasp! 

The hydro user doesn’t let your hand go after he finished his popsicle, instead, he slumps down with one cheek resting in his hand, staring at your face blatantly. You don’t usually mind but being gawked at while eating isn’t as comfortable as you thought. 

“ What?” Finally, you look up to face the mischievous blue boy. 

“ Can I have a bite?” 

“ Obviously n-” He doesn’t wait for your answer and leans in. Your first reaction is to be dodged away, but the sneak has your wrist pinned on the grass, forcing you to stay still. 

As soon as you realize your immobile state, Xingqiu is a few inches away from your face, licking the popsicle, and then biting off the edge near the stick. His smooth cheek brushes past your fingers, the deep blue locks fall on his face. From here, you inhale a hint of mint and sweet vanilla. Instead of the familiar scent of woodsy musky of old books, you notice a whiff of summer and salt on him. 

Stunted by his sudden closeness, you remain to freeze even after he pulls away. 

“W-wh-what did you j-just do?” To your horror, you stutter. Not once, but twice.

“Eat your popsicle.” 

As nonchalant as ever, he shrugs while swiping the remains on his lips, like he isn’t the one who just leans in so close to you. You are too dazed to even realize the popsicle hang close to your mouth is dripping down your clothes. 

Startle at the coldness, you hastily look down and scrunch your face at the mess. Ugh, it’s because of him, again! 

“ Need me to eat that for you?” he offers, but you swear you hear a hint of playfulness glinting in his voice. Quickly, you bite off the remaining before he can steal another bite, forget how sensitive your gum is. The result, you can already imagine, is brain freeze. 

Hissing at the sudden burst of frost blooming in your mouth, unconsciously grab on Xingqiu, squeezing his hand tightly while squirming vigorously. You shouldn’t have bitten off the whole thing, even when it melts. Hand in hand, you can feel the warmth of his fingers caressing your wrist, and they slowly move down and intertwine with yours. That opportunistic guy. 

During that heated moment, you remember yourself instinctively looking for a source of heat. At one point, your brain decided to throw the remaining sanity out the window. It convinces your body that the crook of his neck is the best source of warmth to melt the overbearing sensation in your mouth. And your body decides to do without giving another thought. 

Face buries deep in his neck, you are engulfed in his strong musky scent, naturally, you freeze dead on your track. 

What have you done? 

How do you get up? 

How can you look at his eyes now? 

With the dreading thoughts constantly running around your mind, you can only hit your head on his shoulder blade in shame, earning a rumbling chuckle from the young man. 

“ Don’t laugh!” Your whiny voice is muffled by his clothes. Upon your request, he doesn’t stop at a chuckle but starts to wheeze, chest rumbling. Your cheeks burn crisp with embarrassment, yet you can’t find a single hole to hide. 

“ Hahaha… Why did you do that?” He bursts out ungracefully, his shoulder shaking vividly. Xingqiu is teasing you on purpose!!  

You also want to ask why did you do that too. Why did you do that without even thinking about the consequence again? 

“ Stop laughing!” The audacity of this boy, after you told him to stop laughing, he snorts louder and teases you more. You thought this chivalrous nobleman would only snort for a few minutes,  then he would comfort you like the novel. Too bad, life isn’t as predictable as the novels. What you expect is the comforting hug, or his hand patting your head reassuringly. What you get instead is a never-ending tease and the constant re-telling of the scenario in an out-of-breath voice. 

Moving away from his neck, you pout and sulky. Despite being under the shade and cool sea breezes, you feel the heat rushing at the back of your neck and on your cheeks, a friendly reminder. Fingers fondling the edge of your shirt, you pretend to be deaf at the puff of his laugh. Is it too late for you to move to Inazuma and never see him again?

 Actually, it might be better to start avoiding than do nothing. 

You attempt to stand up abruptly and prepare to sprint off, fleeing away from the young hydro user who is making himself relax next to you. 

Notice the use of the word here: “attempt”.

Xingqiu quickly sees through your plan before you can start it.

  Unlike last time, he saw your movement and stopped your hand in the mid-air. This time, he is a step ahead and caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your head toward him, his mesmerizing golden eyes pierce through you. 

Catch-off-guard by his sudden closeness, the unsuccessful plan is extinguished at the back of your head.

Out of everything, why would he choose this way for your attention? You feel like you have no sanity left every time he does something intimate. 

How weak are you for him? 

The deep amber orbs study you intently like he’s trying to ingrain your face into his memories. The glimmering eyes always full of mischief and playfulness now is like an abyss, easily pull you in and spiraling into the darkness. The bubbly, transparent Xingqiu is replaced by a mature, mysterious, and charismatic man.

The distance between you slowly shorten, and finally, he’s a breath away. You nervously hold your breath, eyes widen at his every movement. Being this close, you can see his fluttering lashes, his sudden quicken breathing, and his plump lips dangling like a piece of meat in front of your hungry gaze. What is this feeling of heat rising up to your chest? 

Like a moth drawn into flame, your eyes follow when his tongue darts out to wet the soft kissable pad, his lips transform into pinkish color, just like the watermelon popsicle. 

Butterflies roaming inside your stomach, your fuzzy mind lets out a weak resistance, telling you to turn away, escape from the cradle of his finger on your chin. 

However, your instinct gives in.

You part your lips and angle up, time stops when his lips meet yours. It is a light brush, yet you can feel your heart pounding wildly inside your chest as the mint frosty scent invades your sense. Your breath slowly turns labored, yet all you can focus on is how soft he felt on your lips and how addicting he’s tasting on your tongue.

When your visions start to blur, and your legs threaten to give out, you finally decide to part away, but the hydro user has his hands cupping on your cheek doesn't think so. 

“Let me taste you again.” Xingqiu whispers, his voice deep and smooth like velvet. 

And then he pulls you in, claiming your mouth again, passionate and intense. He tastes like the watermelon popsicle you just ate, like a sunny summer you used to love, like a soaring kite in the sky. 

You don’t think you hate the feeling of his lips on yours.      

[unclegarou]

In honor of reaching over 100 followers, I present to you.... *drum roll*  

Let Me Make It Up To You | Garou NSFW Scenario (Fem! XReader)

a few lines from my “What Garou Says During Relationship” are used below in bold 

pleaseeeeee send feedback. if there is any grammatical errors or parts you did / did not like, let me know!

These past few days had been uneventful and tiresome, the same thing on your agenda every single day. Work, work, and work. Some times you craved for a thrill, the kind that prevented you from continuing that repetitive schedule, even for just a few hours.

It was nearing midnight when you finally broke away from the hot steam, a rush of cool air hitting your skin as you drew the shower curtains back. You’d been idly standing under the water for at least a hour, simply collecting your thoughts and rinsing away any bad odors. Your feet met with the tiled floor, leaving those annoying, wet puddles in your step. A clean towel was already hanging from the thin railing latched on the wall, which you quickly snatched up to dry the droplets of water rolling down your body.

There was nothing better than that relieved feeling after a long shower. It worked wonders for the pressures you've been enduring lately. Your hand swiped diagonally across the fogged mirror, revealing only half of your reflection. You contently stared at yourself, noticing the usual tiredness in your eyes starting to vanish.  

You departed from the bathroom and into your messy closet, briskly digging around until you settled on an oversize t-shirt and a random pair of panties. You didn't have the energy to hassle with the clips of your bra so you decided to go without one, knowing it could wait till morning.

The night wasn't officially over until you turned off the remaining lights and checked if all doors were locked. You wandered through the house, visiting one room at a time until you were left with the kitchen. A cold breeze whipped past you, prompting a chain of goosebumps along your bare arms. Your head snapped over to the source, eyes landing squarely on the open window. How did that get open?

Just as you began to investigate, a pair of arms slithered around your waist. “Guess who?~”

Now, any sane person would have screamed at the top of their lungs, but this was a common occurrence for you. The presence looming behind you definitely belonged to Garou, his alluring voice sounding all too familiar. You peeled away from his hold and whirled around to face him, but his insanely built chest was the first to appear in your line of sight. You craned your neck just to get a glimpse of his face, which pretty much looked the same, but unlike before, his aura was practically screaming trouble. As much as you hated to admit it, you were in awe, “What are you doing here?”

Luckily, Garou wasn't paying you any mind, his eyes too occupied with traveling around the kitchen. “I'm hungry.”, He stepped past you and headed for the refrigerator, “What’s for dinner?”

After an entire month of no communication or surprise visits, he was back, and without the apology or explanation you deserved. Both of your hands firmly rested upon your hips, doing their best not to wrap around his neck and strangle him, “Garou, its almost 12 o'clock.”

“So?”, Garou answered plainly, closing the fridge and switching to the cabinets, his perfect height keeping him face to face with each built-in space. You watched in disbelief, a part of you wondering how he could be so casual like he didn't go MIA for weeks, but also admiring the muscles that seemed to flex so deliciously under that tight, long-sleeved shirt.

You slowly exhaled from your nose, “Sooo, stop going through my stuff.”

Despite your efforts to hide it, Garou could easily sense the irritation in your tone. He briefly paused his search to glance in your direction, “What's with the attitude? I thought you'd be happy to see me.”

Your hands reluctantly slid down from your hips. Of course you were happy to see him. It was impossible to forget all the times he popped up at your house just to talk, the conversations ranging from trivial matters to current problems with the rise of monsters and heroes. He was the only guy that made you feel the happiest during the lonesome days of your life. Not to mention the suggestive flirting and ‘accidental’ touches.

But he went and disappeared, unannounced and without a trace.

The memory struck a nerve, instantly bringing you back to your hostile behavior. “I already left you and everything we did in the past.”, you declared confidently, even though half of it was lie.

Garou didn't have a response this time, he only stared at you, his bushy eyebrows furrowed. This obviously wasn't how he was excepting you to react, he blinked dumbfoundedly. You shifted uncomfortably, thinking maybe you went too far, until you noticed his eyes weren't on your face anymore, but your chest instead. Thanks to the open window from earlier, your nipples were poking underneath your shirt, in perfect view for Garou to see. Your arms shot up to cover your chest, “Hey! Keep your eyes on my face, pervert.” The fact that you were barely clothed completely flew over your head since you were so irritated with his calm demeanor.

“Pervert?”, He laughed at your flustered face, smugly leaving his spot by the cabinets to stand directly in front of you. He leaned down to your level, an amused smirk playing on his face. “It’s not like I haven’t seen em’ before.”

All sensible thoughts were abandoning your mind, the only thing you could do was conceal your erect nipples embarrassingly. Being so close rendered a good view of the hunger in his eyes. Another laugh filled the room, “Oh right, that was in the past.” Your discomfort didn’t make him back away, instead he inched closer, this time right next to your ear, “Do you need me to remind you?”

It didn't take long for his words to send a wave of excitement between your legs, a sensation you'd long forgotten ever since he left. Just when you thought you had the situation under control for once, he managed to spin it around in his favor. You turned your back to him, “No, I don't want to remember so just leave.”

Garou remained close behind you, the distance separating your bodies was very slim, “You know you don't mean that.”, he teased, unfazed by your threat, “Stop being a damn baby and let me make it up to you.”, his arms encircled your torso for the second time today, and you had a feeling he wouldn't be letting you go.

“What do you mean—”, your words fell short at the pair of lips that connected with the crook of your neck. It was a gentle kiss against your skin, a little alarming at first but delicate enough to make you relax. He lingered there for a moment before trailing kisses up to your jawline. Your eyelids slid shut, a blissful gasp escaping your mouth. Seeing as you didn't try to run off, he took it a step further and nibbled at sensitive areas he memorized from previous interactions.

Garou knew you had no intention of rejecting his advances, but he still decided to test the waters. His warm tongue playfully darted out to lick the shell of your ear. The way your back shivered against his chest was more than enough answer, yet he still preferred to tease you anyway, “If you want me to stop just say it.”, his hands were now underneath your shirt, rubbing at your sides affectionately.

This may be your only chance to finally break free his spell, kick him out of your life forever and move on, but the more you thought of that outcome, the more it seemed to bring you pain. There was no way you could tell him to stop now, especially since he's got you all hot and bothered.

Just as he expected, you didn't put up much of a fight, “Mh, that’s what I thought.” There was no turning back now, he had you right where he wanted. Those large pair of hands roamed straight up to your breast, eagerly groping them however they pleased. The nipples you were desperately trying to hide before were softly pinched between his thumb and finger. You whimpered shyly, gradually submitting to his temptations and giving him all the access he needed.

Garou pulled your shirt off in one quick motion and twirled your body around to face him. He lifted you up by your thighs, effortlessly settling them around his waist. Garou charged at your lips, his tongue forcibly invading your mouth. You matched his enthusiasm, wrapping your arms around his neck, desperately pulling him closer and deeper. He backed you up against a nearby wall, his hips grazing between your legs ever so slightly, allowing you to feel his hard length, but only for a moment. He was starting to tease you again. You impatiently reached down to palm his clothed dick, which was clinging tightly against his pants, begging to be let free.

Garou detached himself from your lips, “Not yet, I want to focus on you first.”, he grabbed both of your arms and pinned them above your head. There was no room for protest as he reclaimed your lips again, kissing you more fiercely than before. It seems he was serious about making up for lost time. No matter how relaxed and unbothered he appeared to be, Garou completely understood that you were hurt by his abrupt absence, and this was his way of saying sorry.

Using his other free hand, he drifted between your thighs and pressed against your damp panties. His fingers caressed the material so close to your throbbing pussy, nearly driving you insane, “Please, Garou.” His ears perked up at your whimpering, instantly falling in love with the sound. He easily tore apart the piece of fabric and discarded them on the floor. Taking his middle and index finger, he plunged into your slick entrance just as you asked. Your back arched, a delighted moan falling from lips. But your satisfaction was short-lived as he pumped in and out of you at a terribly slow pace. Not only were your wrist imprisoned in his grip, but he was mischievously watching each of your needy reactions.

“Do you forgive me now?”, Garou catered to your neglected breast, kissing and biting around the areola while curling his fingers inside your tight walls. You vigorously nodded your head, unable to speak, but it still wasn't enough for him. “I don't think you do.”, his thumb rubbed against your clit, stirring up more pleasure in the pit of your stomach, “How about now?”

The wild combination was enough to make you use your words, “Yes, Yes, Yes, I f-forgive you.” His slender fingers were striking spots you never knew about. It felt so good you found yourself grinding against his fingers, moaning helplessly. The intimate moments you shared before felt nothing like this, it was like you were living deep within ecstasy. Your eyes rolled back, a sudden thirst overpowering you, “Don’t stop, please.”

“Fuck.”, Garou grunted, he thought he could hold himself back earlier but now he was at his limit. Distracting himself by attacking your swollen lips just wasn't working anymore. He released your wrist from his grasp and went to rub his painfully hard dick. “Look at me.”, his fingers picked up their momentum, reviving you from your dazed state and right into his possessive stare. By the way your walls were fastening around fingers, you were near your orgasm. He sinked further inside you, “Cum.”

Just as he commanded, your creamy, white liquids were flowing down his hand, which was hungrily licked up as soon as you finished. The upper half of your body limply fell against his chest, trembling frantically. It was obvious that you were exhausted, but he knew very little about aftercare, only allowing your body to calm down for a second before letting you down from his hold. “Garou.”, you whined, legs still wobbling and breath uneven, but it was too late, he had already dropped the pants that were irritatingly restricting his dick. A little precum was dripping from the tip, “Turn around, I'm not done yet.” Garou was fully engulfed with lust, it was evident in the way he looked at you.

With the little energy you had left, you did as you were told, hands flat on wall and body bent over. He didn't waste another second, firmly gripping your hips and thrusting right into your pussy. You sucked in a deep breath, his length stretched you out way more than his fingers, and you wondered why he just didn't start with it from the beginning. Your knees began to buckle at his harsh pounding. He continuously pulled you down his length, keeping his eyes trained on your back, loving it’s perfect arch. Your cries of pleasure was like music to his ears. “Whats my name?”, he growled.

You moaned hoarsely, “Garou.”

Of course he pretended like he didn't hear, “Say it. Louder.”, his pace never faltered as his dick rammed deeper inside you with each thrust. Your hands were sliding down the wall now, unable to keep up with his stamina. You were quivering all over, a sign that another orgasm was threatening to release, the feeling was overwhelmingly good. “Garou!”, you violently came again, adding onto the liquids that were already trickling down your legs. Garou pulled out of you soon after, his hot seed splattering all over your back.

If you had been in the right state of mind, you would've scolded him, but right now you just needed to rest. Garou wasn't panting as harshly as you were, only a few droplets of sweat ran down his forehead. You were the only one who could barely stand, the wall being your only support.

This was the time where Garou was supposed to say something meaningful and go run you a bath, but he just stood and admired his work, a sense of pride rushing through him, “You look so pretty like that—”

“Wait, Garou.”, your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, instantly recognizing the erotic tone in his voice, “Let me take a break first!”

He grinned cheekily, already reaching for you with greedy hands,  “Come on, one more round won't hurt.”

[johnny-and-dora]

safe from the world, though the world may try

71. “...you wanna build a blanket fort?” requested by @stars-my-darling in which amy experiences a cornerstone of the offical jake peralta boyfriend experience. (early relationship, around 3x04)

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Amy Santiago is having a bad day.

It’s bad enough that the Vulture is so awful and grossly misogynistic that he’s making her & Rosa plan his birthday party – what’s worse is that she’s actually committed to the task, unable to disobey her captain’s orders in a way that sends self-loathing flooding through her system. She misses Holt, she misses working actual cases – she even almost misses Gina insulting her pantsuits and shredding important papers.

That’s not what’s really bothering her, though. It’s bad enough that she’s exhausted from the end of an insanely dull work week, but it’s worse that she’s barely seen her sweet, adorable, dorky boyfriend at all despite sharing a desk with him. She sighs, rubbing her temples, barely able to muster up the energy to tidy her coat, shoes and bag away as she flops onto her couch.

She can’t fix the Vulture being their captain, and she can’t fix Holt leaving. But at least there’s something she can do about the other major grievance currently darkening her otherwise rosy life.

To: Jake Peralta, 19:47 Can you come over?

From: Jake Peralta, 19:49 omw, be there in 15 everything okay?? xxx

She tries not to overthink the kisses – really, it’s just three characters, and knowing Jake it could just be a typo – but still, it stutters in her weary heart, affecting enough to invite a gentle sincerity into her answer.

To: Jake Peralta, 19:50 Just tired and stressed out And I really want to see you X

They’re still walking the wire in some ways; it’s still relatively early in their romantic relationship, and while they’re both all in (light and breezy now a distant memory), Amy’s always tended to overthink, intent on crafting the perfect text message as if each interaction is something she can win. This time, however, she presses send before she can even double check for grammatical errors - and already feels lighter when she instantly receives a long string of heart emojis in response.

***

She’s pleasantly surprised when she hears an elaborate rap on her door only twelve minutes later. Amy sinks into him almost as soon as he’s through the threshold, arms instinctively wrapping around her in a warm bear hug.

“Hi,” He says softly, pulling away only so they can go cuddle on the couch together, Amy laying her head on his shoulder “What’s up?”

“Nothing, really. Or nothing new, I’m just so sick of the Vulture. Can you believe he wants me and Rosa to plan his birthday party?” Jake pulls a face, groaning in sympathy.

“That’s so gross.”

“I know. I just miss Holt, and I feel like I haven’t seen you all week and everything just kinda sucks when I don’t see you.” She buries her frown into his hoodie for a moment and is confused when she feels him pulling away.

“Okay.” Jake stands up and clasps his hands together, eyes alight in that way when he’s set on something and won’t stop until he gets it. Amy’s spent years fearing that look. “We’re building a blanket fort.”

“We’re…what?”

“Building a blanket fort. C’mon.”

“So, just to be clear, we’re both starving, exhausted adults in our thirties who haven’t seen each other all week and your solution…is to build a blanket fort.”

“Just trust me. Please, Ames?” He pouts, and any irritation instantly falls to the wayside, her reluctance to create an unnecessary mess in her perfectly organised living room easing with a wave of affection for her boyfriend. She sighs but decides to relent.

“I’ll get the comforter.”

It’s almost immediately worth it for the way he cheers, fist-pumping like he just scored the winning try at the Superbowl.

Jake kicks on some cheesy 80’s pop playlist blasting tinny and crackling from his phone and they get to work, Amy emptying her catalogue of sheets, pillows, quilts and blankets into her arms and on to the floor. She quickly loses herself in the task before her, dragging chairs from her dining table to form a sturdy framework, arranging pillows like a goddamn champion inside.

There’s one moment where she gets really excited about lighting, rushing to the back of her closet to grab her Christmas lights – when she next catches Jake’s eye, he’s looking at her with an unabashed fondness that never fails to spread warmth through her whole body.

As with everything else they do together, they make a great team, and they’re done before Jake can make it through the second verse of Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. He beams at her as they step back to admire their handiwork - even she has to admit that it’s a damn good blanket fort, the lights she strung up adding a perfect homely touch.

She’s still curious as to why this is how they’re spending their evening together as they crawl inside, Jake instantly cocooning himself in her favourite fleece blanket. She absentmindedly makes a note to sleep with that one next time they spend a night apart, then cringes at how clingy she’s already become.

“So, pretty cosy, huh. Do you like it?”

“Yeah. I do. I just…why a blanket fort?” She asks, watching him earnestly as he distractedly plays with the strings of his hoodie, trying to form his answer.

“This is what my Nana would do with me when I was scared or stressed out or sad, about my dad or whatever. Gina too, sometimes, if I let her paint my toenails and choose the movie.” Amy smiles at an image of a young Jake and Gina giggling at a sleepover, throwing candy at each other and sharing scandalous gossip.

“I know it’s kinda silly, but…I don’t know. It always helped me, hanging out someplace safe and warm where the rest of the world couldn’t get to you for a little while. So, I thought it might help you too.” He gently nudges his shoulder with hers, a boyish grin lighting up his face. His honesty and simple sweetness send a quiet thrill through her, stomach fluttering with butterflies instead of anxiety.

“It does.” She admits, smiling softly as she reaches up to cup his face, thumbing over the stubble on his jawline. “Thank you, you’re the best.”

She wants to say more, but she doesn’t know quite how to articulate how at home he already is in her heart. So instead, she kisses him, gentle and honey-sweet. For a moment, it’s as if they’re the only two people in the world and she revels in the intimacy she’s been craving all day, deepening the kiss and touching her forehead to his before her eyes dare flutter open again.

“You’re so welcome.” He grins. “I didn’t know you’d be such a pro, though. The structural integrity of this thing is off the charts. It could probably survive an earthquake.”

Amy glows at the sincerity of his compliment. The more she thinks about it, the more she realises that he’s right – she feels safe, in here, wrapped up in blankets with her favourite person in the entire world.

She always feels safe when she’s with Jake – not the dull, boring safe she was with Teddy, or really any of her long-term relationships before him. Instead, it’s a safety, a certainty, a trust that makes her even more willing to leap without looking back.

“Oh, for the record, everything sucks for me too when I don’t get to see you. You just make everything better.” He gestures loosely, sharpening her focus back to the present – she kisses him again, revelling in the perfect tiny blanket paradise they’ve made.

And just when she thought she couldn’t feel more content, Amy catches him tapping “polish takeaway brooklyn” into his phone and beams, pressing a feather-light kiss to his cheek.

This isn’t how she expected dating Jake Peralta to be, and yet now she wonders why. He’s probably the only person who’d think to calm her down by building her a fort, and yet he’s the only person who knows her well enough to be certain that it would work. It’s a solution so simple and effective and completely and utterly Jake, and she makes sure to show him just how much she loves that while they wait for their food to arrive.

The delivery guy knocks on the door not long into their make-out session – Amy is delighted to find she’s not the least bit embarrassed as she hastily thanks him, although she does make sure to tip him a little extra. They chat and laugh together in-between mouthfuls and lay back on the pillows when they’re done, Jake idly and soothingly playing with her hair as she rants.

“Hey, Ames?” He says in a sing-song, playful tone after they’ve slipped into a few moments of comfortable silence.

“Hmm?”

“What are your thoughts vis-à-vis blanket fort sexy times? For or against? Because I think I could make a pretty great case for- “

She smothers his argument with her lips, a neat new trick she’s still very much enjoying – and it’s a true mark of her adept construction skills that when they're done the fort still remains wholly intact.

[arazialotis]

Get Him to the Con - Part 2

Pairing: Jensen × Reader

Word Count: About 3700

Summary: The reader stumbles into Jensen at her favorite bar, a very drunk Jensen. She soon realizes Jensen was booked for a con this weekend and has to be eight hours from town in only two.

Part 1

Warnings: Language

Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time as hobby. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

@misguidedconqueress You’re a rockstar! Thanks for betaing and helping me grow :)

***

Consciousness arrived much earlier than desired or anticipated. Regardless, the rest did you well, numbing the intensity of emotions. Though last night hung heavy, you mustered the energy to meet the upcoming journey with vigor. Packing what little you had, you briefly contemplated going to the convention center. If you could see him again, apologize and explain the situation. But you decided it would be best just to put this entire weekend behind you. You quickly checked out of your hotel and began the trip home, holding onto the good memories of last  night instead of the bad.

***

Jared and Jensen walked down the hall together towards a holding room. Even with an extra dose of motrin and constantly drinking water, the pounding remained in his head. Somehow he had managed to survive the multitude of photo ops and was eager to close his eyes for a few peaceful moments. But when he sat down in the chair, leaning his head back, Jared’s pestering made it near impossible. 

“Dude.” He addressed Jensen in a hushed tone. “We need to talk.”

Jensen put his hand to his forehead. “No, we really don’t.” “How much did you have to drink last night?” Jared continued. 

Jensen heavily sighed and shook his head back and forth, not wanting to engage in this conversation further. 

Jared put his hand gently onto Jensen’s shoulder. “It’s becoming a problem.” 

He pulled away from Jared’s grip. “It isn’t.” He coldly assured. 

“Then what do you call blacking out and waking up to a woman you don’t recognize.” Jared hissed the accusation, unaware he had taken it too far. 

Jensen grit his teeth. He swore since season one never to get in another fight with Jared, but he was close. He pushed out of the chair to pace the room. “Listen. Work’s been getting to me. I haven’t had half a weekend off since God knows when, and I simply needed to blow off a little steam.” Jensen acted so well he began to fool himself. “Whatever happened last night was a mistake that won’t be repeated.”

Jared didn’t buy it for one second. “What’s really going on? You can talk to me bro.” He pried. 

“Hey. Can we just skip ahead of this melodramatic bullcrap to step 12 where we hug it out and move on with our day?” He grumbled. 

Jared shook his head in defeat. He was finished pushing, for today at least. What they had to get through in the next hour would not go easily if Jensen gave him a black eye. 

But Jensen spoke, uncomfortable with the silence. “Listen, let’s get through this day and finally have tomorrow where we don’t have to force any smiles, take any calls, and for once not have to pretend like I’m not the lonely piece of shit I am.” Jensen rubbed his hands through his hair, trying to pump himself up for the panel. 

Jared realized maybe the key to Jensen opening up, was for himself to shut up, so he kept quiet. 

“Man, I am this close to running away from it all, faking my own death and retiring as a hermit in the Yukon.” Jensen rambled. 

Jared calmly stepped in. “Hey, why don’t you start by just taking a week off? It’s been a while. Head home, see the family.” “No! It’s even my own family man. It’s like, nobody wants a real relationship with me. It’s always about hookups and favors. Like whose autograph can I bring home this time, what club can I get you into, sure I can get you a tee time at Pebble Beach. Like shit, man! When are you going to call just to call. And half these chicks out there, would they even give us a second glance if our faces weren’t plastered all over the CW?” He vented. 

“Look man. I get it, I do. We got each other right?” Jared laid his hand reassuringly on Jensen’s shoulder. 

Jensen huffed. “Yeah. Sorry… I…” 

“Hey, sometimes you just gotta let it out.” 

“Yeah. Maybe… Maybe I should take a week.” 

Jared held out his arms comically. “Not before we hug it out.” He teased. 

Jensen finally cracked a smile. “Shut up.” He pushed him away. 

“Hey.” Jared dropped back to a serious tone, starting to hear the band’s warm up music. “We don’t have to go out there if you’re not feeling this.” “No, no.” Jensen denied the offer. “I got this.” 

He rolled his head cracking a few stiff places in his neck. He put on a smile that only Jared could perceive as fake and they ran out on stage together, hamming it up for the screaming crowd. Jensen pounded against his chest, and let out a holler before joining in on the song. Jared ran across the stage blowing kisses along the way. With the last beat of the song, Jared and Jensen jumped in unison, strumming fake guitars. The crowd continued the praise.

“Okay. Okay.” Jensen grumped, taking a microphone of its stand. “Settle down.” But then he smirked and signaled for more. He and Jared ate up the wave of applause, sitting down on the barstools. “Alright guys, c’mon. Cut it out.” Jensen played. 

Jared twisted back and forth in his chair, not being able to sit still. “You’re loving it.” 

“Ba da da da da.” Jensen randomly sang out the McDonald’s jingle. “When’s the last time you even had McDonalds?”

Jared pondered. “Yesterda… no this morning.” 

“That’s stuff’s awful for you ya know.” Jensen scolded. 

“Yes Dad!” Jared belted into the mic. Someone from the crowd hollered out a cat call. Both of the boys silently laughed, blushing down at their feet.

“You did that on purpose.” Jensen playfully accused.

“Yes sir, I did.” Jared held back a laugh as he agreed. 

“And the fanfiction grows.” Jensen rolled his eyes. 

Jared grabbed his ankle, hoisting his leg onto the seat to sit criss-crossed. “That’s not the only thing that gro...” 

Jensen slapped his shoulder, stopping him. “Hey, save it for MySpace.” “Is that what you think they’re blogging on?” Jared chuckled. 

“Man, I can’t keep up. My niece, who’s three mind you, comes up to me the other day trying to set me up on something called… Timber… I think.” Jensen was caught off by the crowd laughing and screaming. He looked out to see an influx of fans typing rapidly on their phones. 

Jared laughed, squirming his leg back down, and patted Jensen's shoulder. “Ya mean, Tinder?” “Yeah, what the fu…” Jensen caught himself, keeping it PG for the group. “What is that?” 

Jared failed to contain his amusement. “I think I’ll let you figure that out for yourself. Now before your dating life virtually explodes.” Jensen furrowed his brow confused with Jared’s statement. “Maybe we should ahh, let the ladies get to know you a bit more before swiping.” The crowd laughed in response. 

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” Jensen admitted. 

Jared ignored him and turned to his left to address the girl in line for the microphone. “Hey there.” 

“Hi.” Her voice painfully shook. “My name’s…”

Jensen faded in and out of the panel, primarily letting Jared take the lead with jokes and questions. He was naturally quieter than Jared anyways and so it didn’t seem too far out of the ordinary for him. But his mind was swimming in the blank space of last night. Jared was probably right, he usually was. It had been ages since he blacked out, and what it led to… he did need to cut back. Oh god, the thought hit him, what if she’s not on birth control. 

“My question is for Jensen.” The sound of his name ringing in his ear brought him back to reality. He didn’t know how many questions deep they were in, and how much time was remaining. He glanced at his phone. He coughed before greeting her. “Hey-a sweetheart.” He smiled. 

She held more confidence than most girls. “I work at a brewery in town, and I know you have Family Business and all. I was wondering if we can ever expect your stuff on tap and what your favorite kind of beer was?” A hit of sour invaded his mouth, bringing with it a thought of a dusky taproom. “Well, I am not involved in the day to day operations of Family Business, but with how well we���ve done in Austin we may be looking to expand our reach. Can’t promise it anytime soon but Nashville will be in our sight.” He chewed on his lip thinking about the second question a little more, and trying to place that memory of taste. “As uh for my favorite style… I guess it’s like trying to choose a favorite kid ya know. You like them all, sometimes one is easier than the other…” “You don’t have kids.” Jared chimed in. 

“Shut up. You know what I mean. Recently, I had this sour that was really good. And not just sour, like slap you in the face sour.” He squinted trying to recall more details. “Aged in a tequila barrel.” For the love of God, he couldn’t recall the name of the brewery. Only a face. Your face. Seated across from him at a picnic table. But that bar wasn’t in Tennessee, so how would the girl that was in bed with him this morning be there… He realized he was taking too long to answer. “So yeah, it was just really interesting. And different from what I normally have. That’s what I’ve been into lately.” 

“Thank you. If you ever hit up Jackalope, look for me and I’ll hook you up.” She put a plug in for her bar last minute.

“Will do sweetheart.” Jensen winked. Undoubtedly a few fans would show up there, looking for him tonight. 

Jared took the lead and turned to the next girl. “Hi, what’s your name?” “I’m Caroline.” Her high pitched voice squeaked. Jared couldn't resist and sang out. “Sweet Caroline!” The crowd finished the chorus with him. “Ba ba ba.” Jensen’s vision flashed to the inside of a car. Driving with you. Holding your hand… He shook away the thought. It doesn’t make sense. 

“I’m sure she’s sick of that one.” Jensen scoulded Jared. 

She giggled. “Not from you two.” Jared playfully continued. “Good times never seemed so good.” He pointed at the crowd. “So good, so good.” Jensen rubbed his head as it buzzed. You were on the phone. “Yes, like a long distance uber.” Liar… he thought. Why? “He’ll be in Tennessee by tomorrow morning.”

Caroline’s voice cleared the thought. “Sam and Dean are always road tripping across the country.” 

There you were again… at an airport? “We are going on a road trip!” “Woo!” The rush of memories continued to assault him. 

“And I was wondering if you two would ever go on a road trip together and where?” Caroline finished her question. 

“With this gassy giant?” Jensen scoffed. Jared blew a raspberry into his mic. “There are windows, you can air it out.” “I mean, of course, that’s a dream if we ever got the time.” Jensen dropped his sarcastic front answering sincerely. “I mean as long as there are good tunes and snacks, right?” 

Jared started rambling off a bunch of new age bands. 

“Zeppelin.” Jensen argued. 

“Zeppelin!” You shouted in his mind, turning up the volume. 

Jensen stood up, lost yet again in thought. Jared matched his stance, placing his hand on his shoulder, filled with concern. Jensen barely noticed; it was all flooding back. Everything. He had royally screwed up. 

***

Tuesday night. Two days past your con adventure. Two days past the time you said you would forget the bad, and move on. That was easier said than done. You had thought of little else. You often found yourself staring at his phone number, your finger hovering over it. If you explained yourself, what actually had happened, maybe he would forgive you. But the knot in your heart dropped into your stomach and you’d lose all courage. 

Not forgetting your deal with Mitch, you headed over to the taproom after work to find a cure for this awful hangup. Their gravel parking lot was bare, aside from a few cars. Being closed on Tuesdays it would make sense only a few staff would be working in the production room. You knocked against the locked door, where Mitch greeted you and led you in. Simply the musky smell of the room soothed your spirits. 

You took a seat at the bar as Mitch went to collect your bottles for pick-up. 

“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have a flight for sample, would ya?” You called into the back room. 

“We’re closed.” He yelled back. 

“You’re here anyways…” You argued. “I’ll pay double.”

He came out from the stock room with two bottles. Setting them in front of you. 

“If I make exceptions for you, then I have to start making exceptions for everyone.” He stated. 

“I won’t tell.” You whispered in a low voice. He rolled his eyes. “Hey, I thought I ordered three this month… the one with plums too.” He went to the register to check the reservation list. “Looks like I forgot one.” 

You dangled out your credit card. “And a flight?” Mitch sighed giving in. “I’ll send out the new guy, but only because he needs the practice.” 

You set your card down with a triumphant grin as Mitch disappeared into the back yet again. As you waited for the new guy, you scrolled through your contacts, landing on his. A figure worked behind the bar and you rubbed your forehead. Maybe a record would help, they had a player behind the bar. 

“What can I get for you?” Asked a voice that sent ripples to your core. You dared look up, shock filling your entire system. You immediately flipped the phone over so he was not to see. Face to face with his green eyes, full of sincerity. Forgetting to breathe, you took in a gasp, trying to place your emotions. It was either his surprise appearance or the safety of your home town that allowed the animosity to break through first. 

You pinched your lips together before calling to the back, your eyes never leaving Jensen’s. “Never meet your heroes, Mitch.” 

Jensen retreated, reaching for a glass to make a pour. 

“I’m already more in the middle than I want to be Y/N, don’t pull me in further.” Mitch pleaded. 

Jensen slid you a glass filled with a pink hued sour, almost as a peace offering. “I can understand if you don’t want to talk to me.” He started. “But I needed to apologize for being the most cosmic-sized ass.” 

You left the glass untouched, barely able to move or think. His sober presence commanded attention and it left you struck. 

He began to pick at one of his nails, looking down at his hands. “I don’t know how to explain myself, or my actions, other than I have been going through some shit and got carried away. And then treated the samaritan who helped me like garbage. I’m sorry.” Your silence kept him rambling. “I couldn’t apologize over the phone, it wasn’t enough and so hoping my impaired memory served me right, I followed the trail back here. I hope you will accept payment…” “I don’t want your money.” You interjected, but offered nothing more. 

“How can I make it right?” He asked. 

You shook your head. “You don’t need to.” 

Your body took over; standing on its own, leaving the bottles at the bar, and headed towards the door though your nerves were ferociously shaking. 

He circled the bar, chasing after you. “Y/N, right?” You stopped and turned to meet him. You nodded confirming the name. “Then maybe we can just start over. I’m Jensen, and…” He chuckled a bit to himself. “It’s really great to meet you.” Awkwardly, he held out his hand, not sure what else to do. 

You cautiously shook his hand. “Y/N.” Feeling regrettably stupid for having repeated it. “Would you like to join me for a drink?” He asked. “A slow sipping, enjoying the nuance kind and not the weekend, party binge kind…”

“Snob.” You finally cracked a smile, teasing him but also testing how much he truly remembered. “Excuse me?” He asked, guiding you to a picnic bench, grabbing your full glass, an empty one and a bottle. “You’re a beer snob.” You playfully clarified. 

He popped the cork and poured himself a small tasting. “Well, in that case, we have something in common it seems.” You shared a small laugh setting you both at ease. “Hey, um, would it be weird if I ordered in a pizza? I skipped lunch today and Mitch has yet to add on a kitchen.” 

“I heard that.” Mitch complained bringing out your final bottle, sensing peace had been struck. 

“As intended.” You bantered. “Seriously though, I am leaving at 8, you can’t stay forever.” He warned you, disappearing into the production room yet again. He turned on the radio in the back, to drown the two of you out. 

“Are you sure pizza will compliment the aromatics?” Jensen sniffed his glass mockingly.

You scoffed and retorted. “Oh come on. I don’t give off that impression.” Taking a sip of your own. 

He pinched his fingers together, and shrugged his shoulder to indicate 'a little.'

“Okay, after food, I’m taking you to the Tin Can, and we’ll see who the real snob is.” You jokingly threatened. 

He chuckled. “Sounds like a fine establishment.” 

“To be fair, I’ve only contracted E. Coli there once.” You laughed together.

“Maybe a rain check then.” He took a small sip from his glass. “In all seriousness… I’m going to try to cut back. I can’t have another night like Saturday. It could have ended up so much worse than it actually did. And I… I’m lucky I had you.” 

You shook your head, denying the statement. “You’re lucky I knew your face. I don’t usually drive drunks ‘cross country.” 

It stung him, you could tell, but couldn’t understand why. He reached for another sip, but stopped. “Right; you shouldn’t make a habit of that.” But the humor of the moment was lost.  

Pity struck your heart. You had to make it better. For some reason he had been comfortable enough with you, twice now, to expose his vulnerabilities. Though to what extent he was struggling you did not know. “But for what it’s worth. I wouldn’t have traded that night for any other. The guy I got to know was the most hilarious, sincere, fun-loving and thoughtful dork I’ve ever met. It was a dream come true. And…” You looked down into your glass. “As cheesy as it sounds, I won’t accept payment from you, because just being able to spend a few hours with you was worth more than I could ever afford. In fact, I feel guilty for having stolen the night with you or that I took advantage.” From his smile and blush, you couldn’t tell if he was generally pleased with your assessment of the situation or making fun of you. “It’s not like that…” A brief chuckle escaped his lips.

“Stop it…” You blushed as embarrassment warmed your cheeks. “I know it’s stupid.” 

“No, it's really not.” Jensen reached out to hold your hand, stroking your knuckles reassuringly. “I…” He cut himself off and rolled back laughing, releasing your hand as he did. “Do you hear what song is on?” The tune and Niel Diamond’s voice were unmistakable. “I’ve heard this song more times in the last 48 hours, than one needs to in their entire life.” “Shit.” You chuckled as well. “God be damned if this is our fucking song!”

“Wow… I had no idea you felt that strongly about such a masterpiece.” His tongue peeked between his teeth. He started softly… “One, touching one…” 

“Don’t you dare!” You warned. “Reaching out.” He had no intention of listening to your threat. “Touching me, touching you. Sweet Caroline.” You couldn’t help yourself. “Da, da, da.” Rolling your eyes. 

Thankfully, he stopped his admittedly cute rendition but he didn’t know where to go from there. “In other news… what hell is Tinder?” You burst out laughing. “Are you for real?” 

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not sure if I want to know now.” “It’s a dating app.” A light of realization hit his eyes from the reactions he received Sunday. “Well, more like a hook-up app. You see a picture of a local single you swipe right if you think they’re cute and left if you’re not interested…” You paused. “Or is it the other way around?” You asked him. 

“I don’t know. You’re supposed to be telling me.” He enthusiastically matched your confusion. 

“I’m not the best person to ask, honestly… I’m so out of date. Apparently Facebook is old fashioned and my niece called me vsco the other day. Whatever the hell that means?” You joked. “I can snapchat her if you’d like, she could probably explain it to us.”

“No, no… I don’t need a dating app.” He politely declined, all the while looking at you. “I mean, unless you want to download it.” You snorted. “No. The only date I’m interested in, is the pizza delivery guy.” Your mind jumped to Supernatural, blushing at the connection and hoping he didn’t make the same. “I mean, like.. I still haven’t ordered any. And still hungry.” 

“Send it to your house.” Mitch called from the back. “I’m closing.” “Technically you’re already closed and you shouldn’t be ease-dropping.” You yelled back. You’re voice lowered directed back to Jensen. “And well, my dating life…” Your mind jumbled, stopping you mid-sentence. 

“Is nonexistent!” Mitch shouted. 

“Shut up Mitch!” Your voice cracked. “You hungry?” “I could go for a bite.” Jensen agreed. “Let’s get the hell outta here, then.” You hastily stood up. “Where we headed?” He asked. “Pizza at your place? I’ll have to grab an uber.” He joked but in all seriousness did not have a rental car with him. 

“Oh come on then.” You nodded your head for him to follow you. “This time’s not free though. You’re paying.” 

“And how many hours will it cost?” He toyed, dancing on the edge of flirtation. “The pizza dumbass, you’re paying for the pizza.”

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[harleenfleck]

“Alex Day” (Chapter 2)

Arthur Fleck x Original Character (OC)

Summary: Arthur Fleck is a young man who hates his life despite his young age: School is hell, his mother wants to control every aspect of his life, and has a strange condition that is difficult to explain to others, a condition which has caused him all those laughs and blows against him. But one day her luck changes when she meets the new girl in sky-blue shoes on the first day of school. A girl from California.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Bullying, Friendship/Love, Sadness

Chapter 1

AO3 (full work)

Notes:  I am very sorry if I have grammatical or spelling errors, English is not my mother tongue!

Enjoy it!

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Chapter 2: Sky blue shoes

Arthur didn't know what to think, he was just trying to keep quiet, but that was impossible, after being a little surprised.

Those were definitely women's shoes; would a girl go into the men's room? Or did he, in desperation, enter the women's bathroom and hadn't noticed? If it was the second thing, he was screwed, another reason to be harassed on his first day. He decided to keep quiet and pretend he wasn't there.

He heard how that girl used the sink; maybe she would just wash her hands and leave the place. However, he noticed that the sky-blue shoes were now standing in front of the cubicle where he was.

“Hello?”

The female voice spoke to him. Arthur trembled with fear, what could he say? He covered his mouth with his hand again.

“Huh… I know this would sound weird, but I heard you crying. I know this doesn't concern me, but are you okay? Is there anything I can help you with?”

He fell silent after hearing that, was someone worrying about him? It must have been just courtesy, but very few had ever treated him like this before. Besides, a girl treating him like that didn't usually happen to him. He vacillated a lot, but Arthur wiped his tears with the sleeve of his sweater, grabbed his backpack from the floor, and left the cubicle.

“Holy s…!” The girl screamed when she saw him, "I thought was the woman’s bathroom! I’m so sorry!"

Arthur blinked; she was confused too. Wow, at least he wasn't the only one.

"I-I thought it was the m-men's bathroom. I-I don't really know who this bathroom belongs" The girl suddenly laughed lightly. And her smile remained on her face. Arthur just moved his lips, too shy to smile at her.

"Well, we'll know when we get out of here ... But first, are you okay?" Arthur didn't know what to answer at the time. For a moment, he had felt strange since no one before other than his mother had cared about him. But what could he say to that girl? He was just having a normal day?

“I j-just had problems, that's all” He took a deep breath, making all traces of crying disappear little by little, using the sleeve of his sweater again to wipe his face.

"I’m sorry to hear that I hope those are resolved soon."

Arthur felt so good that someone cared for him, even if he was a total stranger, as she was. His pessimistic mind told him that soon she would leave the bathroom and forget about him. That would probably happen. "By the way, my name is Alexandra, Alexandra Grant, but you can call me Alex."

The girl stretches her hand towards him; Arthur quickly examined that gesture. Was someone introducing himself to him? He must be going crazy.

"Arthur, Arthur Fleck."

After shaking hands, the bell rang; they two walked out of the bathroom, not checking whether the bathroom was for men or women.

…

The two were walking together; it was a very curious thing to see, as they looked completely different between themselves. The girl radiated a lot of energy and happiness, and the boy, well, just didn't have the same shine.

"I haven't seen you before," Arthur said it curious because it was true, he hadn't seen that girl before at his school.

"Do you look at people if they are there or not?" The girl asked him in a tone of voice that intimidated Arthur for a moment.

"N-no, I mean-”

"I’m just kidding” She started to laugh again, and Arthur laughed too, removing the feeling of ruining everything again. “I'm not from here. My family and I moved here this summer."

“Really? Where are you from?”

“California. I’m from California.”

“California…” Arthur's eyebrows rose, and a shy smile came out of his mouth. He had listened before California and even came to think that maybe if he had a little luck when he was older, he might one day go to know the place. He really wants to know the sea, feel the sand on his feet and hear the waves “…It must be a beautiful place.”

“It is, but Gotham it has its charm, I really love places like New York or Chicago, or Gotham. I never thought I'd live in a place like this before…”

Alex was non-stop talking, she was talking about cities; when she did, Arthur decided to study her: she wore a dress the same color as her shoes, a blue bow in her hair, her bag was brown, she wore a little makeup in her face, and he was a bit mesmerized by her lips as she continued talking.

Arthur immediately stopped those thoughts. He couldn't do that. He couldn't fall in love with the first person who treated him well, besides, people used to disguise their real intentions well. He scolded himself, how could he think of Alex like that? He was the first person to treat him well that day. She couldn't be like the others; she must have a pure soul.

“…And that’s why we moved here. My dad’s job. I’ll miss California, but I wanna know of this city”

“Well, Gotham it's a little dangerous, but nothing you can't handle”

“It's what all my friends from California said” Arthur and Alex walked in one of the corridors at their own step, they hadn't even realized that were already late for class “So, Arthur, you always lived here?"

"Yes, since I was born"

“That sounds great. It must be great, always living in one place, always keeping your friends”

Arthur lowered his gaze some embarrassed; he didn't realize that Alex was meeting him as if he were just a normal boy. He wasn't a normal boy, but he didn't want to tell her about him, he didn't want to tell her that he didn't have any friends. He didn't want her to think he was a freak.

“I guess”

"Well, it's always good to meet more people, it's good that you're the first one I meet from Gotham"

Arthur at this moment was speechless, turned to Alex shyly, who kept a smile on her face, was she really grateful to meet him?

"Do you really think that?"

"Of course! You could show me the school later, I'm afraid to do it on my own and lose myself"

Arthur smiled and felt his red cheeks, how could someone like Alex overflow so much joy? Of course, he was going to help her with all the doubts she had from school.

But suddenly, the shadow attacked him again. He looked around, the bell had already rung and everyone had all already entered class, the two of them were the only ones in the corridor. If nothing bad had happened, it's because no one had seen them together. He didn't even have 15 minutes of meeting Alex and he was afraid the others would mess with her, just because she'd been by his side.

"Yeah, I'll show you the school at lunch"

"Oh! That’s great! Thank you, Arthur! Well, I think I should go to class…” Arthur quickly thought that was his chance, the two of them would go to their respective classes and he would disappear, despite the fact he promised to help her. He thought of hiding from Alex in all that remained of the day, a strange way to protect her. “…I have to go to room E-11"

And Arthur's plans were completely ruined.

"…Oh, that's mine too"

"Really?! That means we are meant to be friends!" Alex almost yelled excitedly, and Arthur could not believe what she said.

“M-meant to be friends? Y-You wanna be my friend?”

“Yeah! Why not?”

Arthur's smile was big.

He couldn't, he couldn't let that go. He couldn't miss the chance to have a friend, a real friend.

Both reached to room E-11, opened the door, realizing that classes had already started.

Alex went in first and Arthur followed her, the gazes on them were almost immediately. Alex walked to the teacher and showed her a card. The teacher looked at the card and went to the classroom.

"Class, we have a new classmate, this is Alexandra Grant, she comes from California. So, I like to inform you miss Grant and you too young Fleck what rule did not follow today: When the ring bells you must be in your classroom before the teacher start the class”.

Arthur was a bit used to that, but felt sorry for Alex, as they were giving her a terrible first impression.

“Welcome to Gotham miss Grant, sit down right now”

“Sorry Ms. Joy” Arthur whispered and Alex did the same, knowing that teacher's last name. Quickly Arthur went to take a seat, and Alex followed behind him, taking a seat next to him.

It was a history class. While Mrs. Joy spoke aloud about the Independence of the country, Arthur turned his gaze to Alex, she looked very nervous and scared by what happened. It wasn't fair, she was new there, she didn't deserve such a treatment.

Speedily, he took a sheet from his notebook and tore it up, into a small piece of sheet, he began to write something. When the teacher turned the blackboard, Arthur passed the note to Alex. She immediately saw it, took the note, and read it.

“I'm sorry I made you late for class, you didn't have to get a scold from the teacher”

Alex smiled and turned to Arthur, giving him her smile. She immediately took out another small sheet and began to write. The teacher was still talking about the Fathers of the Nation when Alex passed the note to Arthur.

“Don't feel bad please, it's not your fault. The teacher doesn't seem to get much love from her husband”

Arthur read the note and felt the need to laugh, put his hand in his mouth. But it wasn't his condition, it was a real laugh. Some classmates turned to Arthur, giving him an unpleasant look. Alex realized that, and Arthur calmed down. If they knew that he wanted to laugh for real.

“No, it doesn't seem like, I hadn't thought of that before”

Alex laughed slightly again. They decided to leave that little game for that moment, they didn't want to be caught by Mrs. Joy.

The History class hour passed very quickly, the bell ringed again, Mrs. Joy left homework and finally left the place. At that moment, the whole classroom turned to the new girl.

“So, what was your name?” Alex, naturally kind, began to answer any doubts they had about her.

“Alexandra, Alexandra Grant, but you can call me Alex”

“Alex, that's a good name, it's very nice"

Alex thanked her for the gesture while other classmates approached her. The whole class wanted to meet the new girl from California. At that moment, Arthur felt displaced by everyone, but that was normal again, he just turned his head to the window.

He couldn't feel jealous, he barely met Alex that morning, of course, the others were going to be interested in her. Some even said something like "Come here, better sit next to me" and honestly, Arthur waited for the moment she would get up and leave him alone.

“No, thank you, I’m fine here”

“Are you sure? But you are next to... Fleck”

Arthur tried not to move, not turn towards others, because he knew he was going to have unfriendly looks on his head. And he didn't want to scare Alex with his laughter.

"I am fine here, thank you again"

"Alex..." At that moment, they began to speak to Alex soundlessly, as if Arthur did not listen to them, of course, he could still hear them "…But he is... Weird, I don't think you want to hang out with him, he is too strange, he's... Well, a freak"

“What? Why you say that?”

“Good morning class!” The math teacher interrupted the conversation, starting a new class. The next hours, Alex was trying to look to Arthur, but he didn't look like the Arthur she'd met in the restroom. She looked at him more self-conscious, uncomfortable and it looked like he didn't want to make eye contact with her. Alex wondered if he had bothered with her, she didn't know why and hoped he wouldn't.

Arthur however, was struggling with himself, it was shown to her that he was not well received at school, actually, they warned him, and in a good way. He was hoping with that, Alex would decide to leave him alone. She didn't deserve the same harassment he received.

But at the same time, Arthur was very hurt a lot to lose a girl who really wanted to be his friend.

The bell rang. It was lunchtime.

Alex took his pen and notebook, but as she turned to Arthur, Arthur had taken his things as quickly as possible, put them in his backpack, and left the classroom.

Alex didn't understand what was going on with Arthur.

...

He wasn't in the cafeteria; she'd probably be there looking for him.

Arthur was in a secret place at school, at least for him, in a place where no one could find him. A place where he used to hide when the idiots of his classmates wanted to vent and have fun with him.

Tears fell from his face. He didn't want to cry anymore. He once listened to his mother when he was 10 and fell by accident and hurt his knee. He couldn't stop crying until his mother scolds him with a "Big Boys Don't Cry."

Arthur didn't understand, he was almost going to become an adult, a man, and he was still crying. The worst thing for him is he thought he was crying about something silly. He was crying because everyone pointed him as a freak in front of Alex, they told her he wasn't normal. And when someone found Arthur wasn't normal, he was rejected.

Abruptly, the laugh came out of his throat, and that's when he hated himself. He couldn't believe how weak he could become. He lasted a short time laughing, he was able to control it, but he was sick of laughing and crying. He has wiped the tears off his face once more, took his backpack, and started looking for a way to get some food. He was out of school, in a little alley, with some garbage.

…

Alex kept looking for Arthur in the school, she thought maybe he'd be in the cafeteria. Besides, she was already hungry.

The cafeteria was full. Alex stopped with the points of his blue shoes, looking for the boy she met that morning. However, there was no sign of him.

“Hey Alex, will you sit with us?”

She heard a group of her classmates talk to her. Alex didn't know if it was a good idea, as they were the same ones who said weird things about Arthur. She approached them with her lunch.

But, the conversation between the three boys and the two girls who invited Alex became a little uncomfortable for her.

“…California, I see, where exactly are you from?"

"From Venice, I-"

"Really?! From L.A.?! How you can leave a paradise and decided to move to the worst place in the world?!"

Alex didn't understand the girls' overreaction.

“Eh? I-It was for my dad’s job, he-”

“Your dad’s job?! He’s working in a movie or something?!”

“No… He works in the press, he’s gonna-”

“In the press? He’s an important journalist?

“Well, he's starting, but-”

Every moment she tried to explain, she was interrupted, it was like they were trying to find something important about her, but she was getting tired of the situation.

To her luck, she observed how far the cafeteria door opened: Arthur was coming in. Alex smiled, finally someone who wasn't a fool.

But, despite Alex's happiness, Arthur looked around, it seemed that no one had noticed him, but suddenly:

"Hey Fleck!"

Those idiots again. Arthur didn't want to be humiliated in front of everyone like in the morning, so he rapidly left the cafeteria, almost running.

"I'm so sorry" Alex suddenly took his lunch, apologizing to the boys and girls, "I have to go, but I'd love to eat with you tomorrow. I'll see you” Alex quickly got up from his seat and ran to the door, even arrived before the boys who intended to annoy Arthur. And they noticed Alex.

"Hey, did you see that girl?"

"Yes, I think she's the new girl"

"Oh... I would love to meet her and... You know..."

And those three guys laughed like idiots

…

Arthur wasn't even trying to look back, just think about running away to safety. He heard footsteps behind him. Fuck, please not here, not here.

"Hey boy!"

A voice alerted him, but seeing who he was, he calmed down.

"Alex..." He stopped not only for her, he realized that only Alex was following him “What are you doing here?”

"I've been looking for you in almost all school, where were you?"

"I… I was just… Nothing important"

Alex again observed Arthur's red nose and his attempt not to be weak in front of her.

"Arthur, are you okay?

"Yes, yes, I'm fine, just... I just wanted to breathe air. That’s all"

"Oh… Okay, well, it's just that when the bell rang, I wanted to talk to you, but you left too fast. You promised me you were going to show me school."

Shit, that promise. He wasn't supposed to promise things like that so fast.

"Hey... Alex, I-I don't think that's was a good idea"

"Why not?" Alex asked something confused, Arthur wasn't ready to take her away from him.

"... I-I don't think it's a good idea to be seen together"

Alex felt his chest sink when he heard that.

"What? Why do you say that?" Arthur didn't know what to tell her, he owed her an explanation, of course, but what could he tell her?

“They told you, I'm a freak. Freaks like me don't do very well in life”

“But I don’t understand, why they… they said you’re a freak? That’s stupid, you’re so kindness and gentleness”

Arthur felt under pressure, why did she start asking him that? Did he have to explain to Alex about his condition? No, he didn't have to, because he was about to show it to her.

“They told you Alex, and I-”

And the laugh started.

Arthur took his hand to his mouth and walked away from Alex, trying to control himself, but that wasn't so easy, he just wanted to stop laughing. He appreciated that they were both alone, but he couldn't help be embarrassed. His face turned red, and his breathing difficult to control.

Alex didn't know what to react to, tried to laugh with him, even she couldn't find the funny thing, and it wasn't until Arthur started looking in his pockets for a little card who he wrote himself.

Alex took the card and started reading it. And she knew why Arthur tried to ignore her the rest of the day, and why he disappeared before she could talk to him. Arthur just wanted to disappear. And in that instant, he felted a hand on his shoulder, and as that hand suddenly wrapped him in a hug.

Arthur hadn't felt a hug in a long time.

[daffodeela]

nama belakang

Summary: Mikasa wants to keep her surname. [Commander!Jean, Corporal!Mikasa]

Notes: Attack on Titan by Hajime Isayama. 

Warning: grammatical errors. 

Available on AO3 and FFN.

The barrack is always deserted not long after the supper is done. The long corridor is vacant, just filled by some people who have the need to go to the toilet. Mikasa is one of the people who echoes her low footsteps that sound hard because of the lack of noise pollution. Her destination is not the same as two other people who walk in the opposite direction behind her. Her feet minimize the distance between the commander's room and her.

Mikasa still remembers the first years she came to this barrack or the other ones. There was no spiderweb on every corner of the room, not even a string. Corporal Levi would never let that happen—either he executed it by himself or depleted his squad members' energy for that. But, this time, although the room is counted as clean, Mikasa's eyes catch one spiderweb that was missed from the cleaning session. Or maybe that spiderweb was formed right after the cleaning session was over. She makes a mental note to clean it right after her business is done. 

Her destination is right under her nose. She dimly hears the sound of a stroking pen and noises from papers. She lets out an exasperated breath before knocking the door. After she hears Jean answers with 'come in' from the inside, she opens the door with no doubt. 

Mikasa brushes the wall on her left side to find the electric switch and immediately presses it after she finds it. From the dim light that only comes from the lamp on Jean's desk before, she already knew where his position was. The turned-on main lamp makes everything clearer. 

Jean's eyes that have thick eye bags beam at her. She tries to hold herself from rolling her eyes while giving him a salute. His gaze is still on her fist until she puts her hands on the side of her body. The corner of his mouth twitches.

"You're still formal, Corporal Ackerman." His smirk is widened. 

Mikasa ignores his words. "I didn't see you in the dining room earlier, Commander Kirschtein."

Her hands cross in front of her chest. She walks to Jean's work desk. The parchments that filled the desk were only illuminated by the small lamp there. Mikasa presses the bridge of her nose.

"Why do you like to work in darkness so much?"

"I can't concentrate if it's too bright."

“Oh.” 

Mikasa is about to open her mouth to repeat her reprimand regarding Jean who was absent from the supper again, but his movement that drums the tip of the bowl silences her. 

"I've already eaten," Jean says. 

He pats the bed that is only separated by one meter from the chair he sits on. Mikasa ignores his gesture that asks her to sit there; she thinks standing will intimidate him more. 

"Were you really that busy until you couldn't join the supper with the others, Commander Kirschtein?"

Her gaze is sharp on him. The intimidation shows no hatefulness or indifference, her concern for him holding the biggest role for it. 

"Mikasa." The tension on her muscles is lessened after she hears Jean calling her first name. They only call each other using their first name if the conversation is not related to the soldier business or touching personal topics. "You came here just to check on me?"

Mikasa expels a long breath. She stares on his palm on the bed. She finally decides to sit. Her gaze is straight to Jean's face. Maybe, maybe with her being like this, he will listen to her more. 

"You know you shouldn't force yourself and forget to rest."

"The new member recruitment is in a few days." Jean turns his body a little to take some of the papers and show them to her. "About that, do you need a new member in your squad, Corporal Ackerman?"

"No."

"Alright. I'll take a note of that."

Jean turns his body again. He bends his neck while scratching ink to the sheet in front of him. When his hand movement stops, he doesn't immediately face her unlike what she thought. He is busy sorting the papers on the desk, piling them up, then tapping the bottom and right side of them to the desk to make them tidy. After Jean puts the pile of sheets on the desk, Mikasa calls, "Jean."

A sincere smile rises on Jean's face when he looks at her again. He is always like that every time she calls him by his first name.

"What is it, honey?"

The affectionate pet name slides easily from his mouth. She could never be related to him about that. She is still too stiff. Nevertheless, happiness is tickling under her ribs every time he calls her so. A slight red comes to her cheeks. 

Mikasa rubs her nose. The realization about what she is going to say to him will automatically change the atmosphere around them makes her suddenly feel awkward. But, she needs to utter this. 

"I want to maintain my surname," she says. Red is still on her face. 

She doesn't cut her gaze on his expression at all. She anticipates annoyed expression—even upset—but what comes to his face is just the expression of curiosity. 

"Why?"

"You know about the history of Ackerman," she says. She takes a long breath because what she is going to tell him next feels heavy. "I feel like … that name weights my shoulders. If my last name is no longer Ackerman, it feels like I leave everything behind."

Jean nods. "I understand."

Mikasa is shocked he didn't argue at all.

"Is it okay?" she tries to make sure. Her eyes still analyze every change of his expression. She keeps staring at his eyes. 

"It doesn't change anything, Mikasa. It doesn't mean you want to cancel our marriage plan, right?" Jean is silent for a while. His face looks stiff. His eyes are slanting with a hint of panic when he whispers, "Does it?"

Mikasa shakes her head and gives him a convincing smile. "I still can use Kirschtein-Ackerman. As long as Ackerman is not gone." 

Jean lets out a long breath, seems relieved. "Just decide what you think the best. I won't demand anything." He touches his bolo tie around the collar of his shirt. "After all, two Kirschteins in here will confuse people. Commander Kirschtein, Corporal Kirschtein. Moreover for the new recruits."

Mikasa can't hold herself from snorting. "I remember you said it would sound cool," she says. "That's why I thought you wouldn't like this."

Jean shakes his head. "It's okay. I understand."

"Thank you." Mikasa rises from her seat to kiss his cheek. Her hands cup his face and straighten him to face her. She gives him an absolute gaze. "You have to take a rest now. Your work is done, isn't it?"

Jean clears his throat. "Not yet, actually."

Her gaze is directed to the pile of papers on the desk. She frowns. "But you had piled them up."

A smile shows on his face and she knows what is the intention of it. He grins. "How can I concentrate on my work when there is a beautiful woman that I love so much near me?" 

She feels a tickling sensation inside her stomach. She doesn't show her amused face. What she gives him is just a roll of her eyes that she routinely replies to him when he starts teasing her. Her hands stroke his hair. 

"I don't want to know. You have to rest." She points at her eye bag. "Your eye bags are too dark already."

"Roger that, Corporal!" Jean responds as if his authority is not higher than hers. She smiles slightly. 

She turns off the lamp on his desk to emphasize her words. After that, she rises from her seat. She gives him a salute while saying, "Good night, Commander Kirschtein."

Jean responds to her salute. "Good night, Corporal Ackerman."

Mikasa shuts the door after she passes through it. Her remaining business tonight is just the spider web she needs to clean that she found earlier. 

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The Fuckening, Entry # 1

Despite the novel covid-19 being around for a pretty hot minute now, I have only been self-quarantined about 6 days. There have been several confirmed cases in my county, and today the county had it’s first death.

If it’s not apparent by the title, I’ve decided to officially from here on out refer to this entire debacle as The Fuckening. I will swear. A lot. 

I figure it might be somehow lucrative to record my experiences throughout the pandemic, at least as it is pertinent to my country & area. Aside from broader, more public events, it might be interesting to someday look back on my day to day & how we dealt & felt & what we did. I should have been keeping a diary of my life anyway & had intended to despite never making it a priority. Now is as good a time as any.

Anyhow, I anticipate this being a rather disjointed project, variable in moods, topics, formats, etc. & rife with grammatical errors. I haven’t decided how revealing of my identity & location I would like to be, I suppose that’s something I’ll decide as I go. All I’ll reveal for the moment is I live in the U.S. in Pennsylvania.

Recapping what I can right now:

I’m in about day 6 of self-quarantine. All schools have cancelled regular classes and have gone exclusively online, as has happened pretty much everywhere else. My community college also followed suit along with probably every college & university at this point. I’ve had a little over a week off for faculty & staff to prepare for the shift. Class resumes this upcoming wednesday online for the rest of the semester. Curious to how they’re going to structure & grade our biology lab credits. 

Bars & restaurants have been state-mandated to shut down except for take-out. Now the liquor stores have shut down as well. Somehow the beer distributor down the street is still open however...

Me & K (boyfriend) haven’t gone nuts with preparations, but we did have 1 significant shopping trip before the state officially began recommending social distancing. We got enough non-perishables for several weeks. We’ve made a couple mini trips for things like milk & fresh veggies. 

I also have a few immunocompromised friends who I’ve gone shopping for. I expect to continue doing so as needed. One such friend has a bitch of a rare disease which is frankly on the verge of killing her if she sneezes or coughs too hard. There is so, so much more to it than that, than I dare go into here for privacy reasons but I have spent the last month as one of her actual medical advocates. She is partly the reason I would like to focus my education and eventual clinical research on rare diseases such as hers. Anyhow, despite it being flat out unsafe, she was discharged from the hospital yesterday as my city prepares to get slammed with covid-19 cases.

Both my cats got a stomach bug just 2 days into self-quarantine. It began with Crowley puking, then what looked like bloody emesis & trip to the emergency vet. Sent home with stomach meds & instructions for supportive care before jumping into more than basic testing. He was fine within 36 hours, just in time for Aziraphale to become a little vom-bomb. This lasted for 3 days, with many debates as to when we should finally get her poor little fuzz butt medical attention. She thankfully healed on her own, just as I was about to break down & take her to the vet.

Not to make light of the fact that they were sick, but Zira’s throw-up noise is THE FUNNIEST sound I’ve ever heard in my life. It begins with that usual choppy but also deep guttural *hork hork hork* followed by a very abrupt & very loud  scream “rrRAAHH!” as things made their way up & out. I couldn’t help but kinda lose my shit as I pet her & cleaned up the mess. I’m probably going to hell for this.

Me & K have enjoyed spending more time together during quarantine. We have only had 3 friends over since, all being of our regular weekly crew of Sarah, Greg, & Amanda, & all of who are otherwise self-quarantined. Sarah & Amanda came over last Saturday, Sarah made “Quarantinis,” a goddamn delicious cocktail of vodka, lemon, honey, & crystalized ginger. Us girls & K got quaran-trashed, ate dinner together, played Cards Against Humanity, & watched Waking Ned Devine.

We have been making the FUCK outta some food. This is easily the healthiest we’ve eaten in a long time. Thank God we both can cook.

The weather has been fairly forgiving & the two of us have made efforts to get outside as much as possible while it’s nice. K works from home with some good flexibility & I was fired about a month before corona shit hit the fan. We’re enjoying the local parklette & the humongous cemetery in walking distance from us. 

Yesterday was mostly blustery & rainy, save for a 2 hour break in the weather where it was sunny and around 70 degrees. We trekked through said cemetery. As we were on our way out, we rounded the bend of one of the long paths, along the side of a large grassy hill. From that initial perspective of the hill, there was a large pile of indiscernible objects about halfway up the hill. As we came around, we noticed the pile was next to a grave very freshly covered in dirt. Upon closer inspection it became apparent that the “pile” was actually a man wrapped in blankets, with one arm stretched over the dirt of the grave. On the road at the bottom of the hill was what I assumed to be his car. I don’t know who he was, I don’t know who he lost, but they’re burned into my memory forever. It was one of those sights that breaks your entire heart. I cried a little & held K’s hand a little tighter as we made our way toward the gate. K kissed the top of my head & gave me a loving squeeze.

 I didn’t get fired over anything serious; my chronic migraines plus a personal failure to obtain intermittent FMLA in a timely manner resulted in termination. My bosses didn’t want to let me go, but you can only fight HR of a corporate health system so much. Oh well. I wasn’t happy there anymore anyway. After 3 years I was bored, having trained up as much as possible without my degree. Some toxic personalities made their way onto our floor staff in the last year which made some shifts absolute hell despite my efforts to avoid them & remain utterly professional. Aside from running out of money, I’ve been incredibly relaxed since being let go. I’ve even lost 4 pounds in the last month. My hair is currently a weird ginger-pink, the result of a failed self bleach job, but it’s not entirely embarrassing so I’m going to let it recover before I try it again & go teal.

I never got around to watching Breaking Bad when it was popular, but last night I finally saw the first episode. K has seen it before, it’s one of his favorite tv shows & he’s ecstatic to watch it together. One episode legit got me hooked already. I know the premise of the show & I can’t wait to see how it pans out.

The political fuckery around this has been.... ugh. I wanted to say “staggeringly defunct” but what else is there to be expected from this current administration? I have designed most of my tumblr to be apolitical but that will change with these specific entries. I’m politically outspoken on Facebook & Twitter & I wanted one or two platforms that could just be fun and neutral. My current politics are very leftist, a head-spinning 180 degree turn from my upbringing & early voting habits. The last four years have sent me purposefully, intentionally & determinedly headlong into the progressive movement, feminism, and hunger for democratic socialism. The only conservative thing left about me is my stubborn remaining infatuation with firearms & gratitude for the 2A. Counterintuitively I’m very pro-sensible gun control, but having the discussion with either side of the issue mostly leaves me wanting to knock heads together. 

I digress, the administration’s response to the pandemic has been unsurprisingly subpar, yet somehow not as awful as I expected. Trump went from “not a big deal” & “liberal media hoax” to “oh shit, I actually better get my shit together for this” real quick. I don’t know if it’s because it’s an election year or if there’s actually a shred of competency that’s been hiding under the comb-over but I’ll take what we can get from him, including that $1000 check. Getting unemployment has been a bitch. None of this however, changes the fact that Republicans have known about the crisis since December & instead of preparing the public, decided insider trading was a better idea. This doesn’t change the fact that the DOJ is trying to invoke indefinite detention as a “crisis response” and the only thing standing in the way are House Democrats. And it doesn’t change the fact that our hospital system is overloaded & underfunded, and the Republican controlled government would still rather bail out large corporations as we plunge into an inevitable recession. 

I’ve spent too much energy fighting ignorant shit sticks on the internet over all this, including people I know in real life. I gotta keep remembering that all I can do is my best, that you can’t change the world but you can make a dent. On that note, I finally introduced K to Danny DeVito’s cinematic masterpiece Death To Smoochy.

Today I finished reading Darker Than Amber by John D. MacDonald. Quick, fun read, definitely a product of it's time.

That’s all I have in me for today. My neck hurts. Sleep sweet and WASH YOUR FILTHY PAWS. 

[ace-stoner-blog]

How to Do SEO for Voice Search

The vast majority of us are snared to our cell phones throughout the day since they're a portal to all that we need throughout everyday life. Email, bearings, to-do's, messaging, gatherings, internet based life, shopping – and so on.

Website design enhancement and Voice Search: How to Compete in the Mobile Age

Regardless of whether you need to discover some new information or just be engaged, you can basically type in your prerequisite in your hunt box. Yet, is that vital?

The appropriate response is, truth be told, "no" in light of the fact that new innovations are rapidly taking out the requirement for you to type by any means. You can just utilize your voice to give directions while you're driving, cooking or sitting on the love seat.

Perhaps the most recent pattern in the realm of advanced media is utilizing voice search. The component has been around for some time, however individuals began truly utilizing it beginning in 2015. Remote helpers, to be specific Siri and Cortona, are directing almost an incredible 500 billion hunts for every month.

In the good 'ol days, voice search was cumbersome, questionable and took additional time than simply composing things out as it was done in the good 'ol days. Despite everything it has space for enhancements, yet the innovation has gotten fantastically great starting late, and therefore, most computerized advertisers are attempting to utilize it to further their potential benefit.

Cell phone Voice Search

To enance the procedures, advertisers need to completely comprehend the impact of voice search on customary website streamlining. Website design enhancement, as we probably am aware it, will change if voice search genuinely takes over customary console look. It will turn out to be more advantageous to talk directions than to manage pulling up a little console that is inclined to grammatical errors and speed impediments. With that will come a huge change in the manner individuals search alongside the watchwords that they use to discover what they're searching for.

Things to Remember

On the off chance that you need to keep on prevailing with SEO, you have to adjust to this new innovation. This is what you have to know:

1. Is Your Website Mobile Friendly?

Your site needs a versatile rendition. A great many people like to utilize the voice search highlight on their telephones, tablets and brilliant gadgets (like Alexa) rather than their PCs. Portable piece of the pie is quickly assuming control over work area utilization with an amazing measure of buyers just utilizing cell phones to associate with the web. Except if your site is receptive to littler cell phone screens, you will miss out on potential customers simply based on them not having the option to investigate your site.

2. Shouldn't something be said about the Questions?

Ensure that you pick your inquiry states cautiously. At the point when a client types a question, the person is bound to invest some energy confining it. Then again, clients are not as keen when utilizing voice search.

They go for inquisitive words since that is increasingly conversational. In the event that you are intending to focus on the voice search group of spectators, at that point you ought to consider receiving an inquiry answer position.

For instance, rather than scanning for "dental specialists in Los Angeles", a voice searcher may ask "Demonstrate to me the best dental specialists close me."

3. Is it true hat you are Choosing the Right Keywords?

Your site will get an additional lift in the event that you pick the right watchwords for it. Be that as it may, you can't depend on precisely the same catchphrases for both voice search and composed pursuit. Clients will in general be conversational with regards to their menial helper, and you need to draft the rundown of watchwords likewise. Attempt to utilize a decent blend of short and long-tail catchphrases so you get the traffic from both work area and versatile searchers.

4. Remember Local SEO

Nearby and local inquiries are regularly being led by means of voice search. Make a point to take a look at your Google My Business and Yelp page and check if every one of your subtleties are given. Ensuring that your professional resources are completely rounded out with to such an extent (right) data as conceivable will improve your neighborhood SEO and thus make you progressively noticeable to voice searchers.

Like all advancements, voice search will experience a ton of changes before it very well may be called flawless and web search tools will keep on improving their calculations to take into account this style of looking. The key is to remain open to the possibility of potential redesigns and respond rapidly and as needs be – or even better, remain on top of things however much as could be expected!

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Spanish Course Spain

Half a dozen Keys to Help An individual Learn The spanish language Online This specific article consists of five tips to help a person learn Romance language online. In the event you follow all these six to eight tips, you can become positive you will discover to speak Spanish language on-line much easier.

Spanish Programs in Spain

Key Misura Uno to Learn Speaking spanish On-line:

"Stay motivated"

We think every person that scientific studies a foreign terminology will probably experience a time if they are becoming less and fewer motivated. You could feel that will you are losing your personal desire to learn The spanish language on the web around the very same time that you get attained a plateau. In case you feel you are shedding your desire to discover how to speak Spanish online, try out planning a trip in order to a Spanish discussing region. Since you will need to have the most out there of your trip, this certainly will motivate you to analysis.

Spanish Programs in Spain

Here is another tip to be able to help you keep determined and to make an individual want to be able to communicate Spanish online. Discover a indigenous speaker that you usually are romantically interested in. Given that you will probably wish to win over him or perhaps her with your Romance language, this could motivate you for you to keep mastering and help to make you want to find out Spanish language online. You will certainly also notice that you happen to be making progress quicker by simply practicing your Spanish using a native speaker and in which also needs to motivate you to help keep checking and training Spanish.

Naturally , this idea only is applicable to single men and women or other folks without a new significant other.

Key Gruppo Dos to Learn in order to chat Spanish Online: "Don't Forget of Making Mistakes"

Make a lot of mistakes. And also then after you include produced lots of faults go generate more flaws. And then get help make some more mistakes. Most people are afraid of making errors any time learning Spanish on the net. If you want to study to speak Spanish on the internet, then you have to be able to accept the fact making blunders is area of the learning method. The more faults anyone make, the quicker you discover to speak Spanish on-line. If you are not really making mistakes, which is possibly an indication that you actually are certainly not making typically the effort to learn Speaking spanish on the web. Some people may try to learn for you to speak Spanish online by means of ONLY listening. Their thought is that once they will learn adequate Spanish that is when they begins hoping to speak Spanish on the net. But I can I actually ensure you that the item doesn't work doing this. That works in reverse.

That will is, as soon as you start striving to speak The spanish language as well as making mistakes which if you will begin to help learn to converse Romance language online. Not the alternative way around.

Thus go ahead and produce mistakes. Typically the mistakes usually are there in order to embarrass a person. The flaws are presently there to help you grasp Spanish language. Key Numero 3 to master Spanish Online:

"Focus approach speak Spanish" No longer consider "why Spanish will be Used the way this is"

A lot of people have directed me e-mail with concerns such as what makes it "me gusta" (I like) as an alternative of "me gusto" or maybe why is it "me toma" instead of "me tomo"

Of course, My spouse and i could easily response these kind of questions. (And My partner and i do) But the objective is just not to try equate almost everything throughout Spanish with English language or if your native language.

Take the belief that Spanish grammar is usually different coming from English syntax. And provide for the aim of any words -- which is to talk effectively.

And in buy to communicate successfully, an individual only need to know and stay understood. It is definitely not necessary that you just recognize each and every grammatical factor.

Trying to complete so will only impede your learning and create it hard to learn Speaking spanish online. Picture trying to be able to teach a several month old the definition of your direct pronoun vs. a great indirect pronoun. We would certainly never ever attempt such the thing. Nevertheless the 4yr older child remains fluent with his or your ex local language.

So choose your target to understand and end up being realized. Focus on "how to talk Spanish" Have a tendency focus on "why The spanish language is Spoken just how that is. "

Key Serie Cuatro to Learn for you to Communicate Spanish Online:

"Master often the Fundamentals"

Many persons spend their particular time understanding a bunch of Romance language vocabulary that they can head out a life time period and never use. Which because the words tend to be scarcely used in standard each day conversation.

If anyone want to learn to help communicate Spanish online with no Throwing away anytime, I suggest you to get down the principles. When I say the actual "fundamentals" I am mentioning to the basic words and basic grammar.

I am aware adults that have researched Spanish language for a number of years and they realize thousands of words within Spanish. Although they could always be proficient in Speaking spanish, I would not necessarily take into account them fluent. Alternatively, any three or four yr old native Spanish-speaking child could speak Spanish fluently. It isn't because the child is aware thousands of of words inside The spanish language. The child might only know about 1000 words or less throughout Spanish. But the youngster provides mastered the essentials.

Mastery in the fundamentals is actually what separates the particular skillful from the fluent.

When you really want to understand to speak Romance language on the internet make it a top priority to find out the fundamentals.

Essential Numero 5 to Find out Spanish Online:

"Take Benefits of downtime"

Finding time and energy to study can be some sort of challenge. Most people just may have the time in order to sit down and examine. Yet who said this you have to possibly be being seated? If you are usually waiting in line with the bank or waiting within the doctor's office, turn in your own mp3 player as well as ipod and also listen to be able to an audio Spanish language session.

If you drive to be effective everyday, that's an superb possibility to practice your favourite audio Speaking spanish course. When you like to walk or even exercise on a new stairmaster or perhaps treadmill, deliver your i-pod mp3 player or ipod touch with you along with listen closely to your favorite music The spanish language course

Instead regarding watching typically the 10' time News. Enjoy "Las Noticias" Instead of enjoying the movie on HBO, enjoy a movie on HBO Latino.

So to these that say "I merely don't have the time frame to discover Spanish on-line. " Our response will be that you can help to make lame excuses or you can certainly learn to speak Romance language online. But you aren't perform both. The selection is yours.

Major Escena Seis to Learn for you to speak Spanish Online:

"Become an Imitator"

Some Spanish language courses do not set significantly emphasis on pronunciation. I do believe that is any big mistake.

In the event you actually want to be grasped, you need to try to simulate ancient speakers.

Have you actually every knowledgeable someone which asked you regarding guidelines or some other query and you were incapable to assist anyone due to the fact you didn't speak your girlfriend language. And then a person abruptly realized that often the person was actually talking English but her feature was so thick you thought the person has been communicating another language.

Often the same thing transpires with Speaking spanish ears. If you build good pronunciation, you can definitely not be understand.

If an individual the word "dad" with The spanish language and you carry out not anxiety the proper syllable, a indigène Romance language speaker may feel that anyone are talking about "french fried potatoes. " To Uk hearing the difference may possibly be very subtle. But for the Latin American it is the difference between "dad" in addition to "potatoes".

So emphasis on mimicking native Spanish language speakers.

I am hoping that you actually enjoyed these 6th Ideas to Help You Study Speaking spanish Online and that will they truly direct you towards your current journey to learn to help speak Spanish online.

[peblezq]

Epiphany

PAIRING:

Older!Richie Tozier x Older!Eddie Kaspbrak

DESCRIPTION:

SPOILER ALERT! Do not read this if you haven't read the book “IT” by Stephen King! I don't wanna ruin the end for you if you don't already know how it ends.

This is my own version of the ending of “IT”, but in the movie universe. So basically, this is how I think IT: Chapter 2 (2019) should end… a whole year before it even comes out, lmao

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

Hi! I deleted my fanfiction side-blog because I’m a self-concious moron, so I’m gonna post this on my main blog.

This idea has been floating in my head for a while now, so I wrote it down.

I wanted to write an alternate ending to the novel “IT” by Stephen King, but it’s in the movie universe; so The Losers Club are kids in the 1980s, and adults in the 2010s.

This is a rewrite of the second - and final - battle against Pennywise. I changed a lot of stuff about the battle to fit into the movie universe, however, I kept some references from the book and mini series scattered in here :)

I’m just gonna start right in the middle of the battle scene because there’s no need for me to write the entire book before this, lol.

Sorry if there’s any typos or grammatical errors. I only read through this once before posting, haha.

Story starts below the cut! I hope you guys like it :)

~Pebbs

PART I

The tunnels of the sewer were darker and murkier than they remembered. The rancid stench hit all of their senses like a hundred busses driving on the freeway and hitting a single tree. The blood and bruises on the five remaining losers are just the tip of the iceberg to the pain that they feel. The fear impaled each of them in every way that it possibly could. How did they conquer this thing before? How the hell did they beat IT?

Eddie can feel his lungs collapsing on him like he's left floundering in the ice-cold water of the Atlantic Ocean. He struggles to gasp for air as each loser is preoccupied with their own fear.

Just as Eddie is reaching for his inhaler, he feels a hand grab his with the plastic tube of placebo medication. He looks up, startled, but then quickly eases his tense shoulders as he makes eye contact with none other than Trashmouth Richie.

His brown doe eyes are still prominent and huge, even without his thick frames to magnify them. Blood drips when the corners of his lips lift ever so slightly, revealing a small, but powerful smile. Eddie’s heartbeat thumps so hard that he might have a stroke with the way his blood is flowing through his veins right now. He drops the puffer and folds his hands around Richie’s, returning the smile. All of the losers suddenly notice what's happening, and they all join in, holding hands and suddenly feeling less afraid than before.

The moment is stolen away when Pennywise swipes a large tentacle arm to separate them, throwing each loser to a separate wall in the room. Eddie sees Richie fall on his face, crushing his nose and wailing in pain. He sees his other friends, all grown up and vulnerable as they all scream and groan in pain. He sees his puffer, lying on the cold sewer floor not too far from Pennywise. He frowns, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration as he struggles to crawl over to it. If he thought he couldn't breathe before, he was truly kidding himself. His chest feels like three knives are stuck in various places. One in the back, one in the side, and one close to his heart. As he collapsed on the moist cement, he determined his ribs must be cracked from the sudden impact against the wall.

The gashes on his face start to sting as salty tears roll into them. He pushes himself up, his arms and legs shaking violently as he stumbles to a crouching position. He quickly determines he cannot walk to his desired location fast enough, so he settles for crawling again. He reaches out and grabs the cold, plastic and metal tube with fake medicine, ignoring the fact that the cut on his forearm is coating it in his thick red velvet of blood. Eddie stumbles to his feet, vaguely hearing his friend’s desperate screams for him to stop.

“Eddie!! Watch out!” Beverly croaks out in a hoarse scream. Eddie ducks, stumbling backwards as he does so whilst feeling a rush of air above him before standing up as straight as he can. He notices Pennywise's other arm swoops back in the opposite direction, but he doesn't even flinch. He just glares at the clown as he steps back, avoiding the impact before quickly pulling up his medicine in front of the clown from Hell. Pennywise frowns and starts to charge at Eddie, causing an uproar of screams behind him from his beloved friends.

“It's time to take your meds, asshole!” Eddie belts hoarsely as he squeezes the contents of the medication onto Pennywise's face. The clown stumbles backwards, holding ITs face as it shrieks out in pain. All the losers quiet themselves immediately as IT lowers its hands, revealing half of the clowns face to be melted and burnt. Pennywise sneers at Eddie, its melted mouth drooping as it does so.

Eddie’s sudden adrenaline rush allows him to punch the clown in the face, causing it to fly backwards. Eddie stumbles forward, ready to shoot more medicine on ITs face. Pennywise jumps up, grabbing Eddie as IT slowly grows and shifts into a half spider-mantis-clown nightmare. ITs jaw breaks open, pulling more and more as thousands of rows of sharp teeth reveal themselves to Eddie. The losers start to scream in horror again while Eddie's body goes limp as he catches a glimpse of ITs deadlights at the back of ITs throat.

Ben, Bill and Richie try to help Eddie, but the freeze as they too catch a glimpse of ITs deadlights. Beverly shields her eyes and searches around herself in a panic, trying to find some sort of weapon. The nail-gun that Mike provided them with glimmers in the corner of her eyes, and she quickly stumbles towards it. She picks it up, readies the trigger, and climbs the piping beside the creature. She pushes the end of the gun to its heart and pulls the trigger, causing it to screech out in pain.

The three men on the ground blink and stumble out of their trance whilst IT throws Eddie as it stumbles backwards. Eddie smacks against the cement wall, a loud crack echoes with the impact before he rolls onto the floor. Every loser hurries to his aid, falling on their knees as they gingerly check his pulse.

“Eddie!” Richie cautiously holds Eddie’s face as tears begin to cloud his vision. “Eddie Spaghetti…”

“Don't...call...me...that…” Eddie sputters out, violently coughing up blood to punctuate the end of his sentence. The four remaining losers can't help but smile in this bittersweet moment.

Eddie barely notices the others since his vision is slowly blacking out, only showing Richie’s face in the centre of his pinhole-vision. He attempts to smile at his friend, but it seems to distort Richie’s features, causing him to frown pitifully at Eddie.

“You...looked...better...with...glasses…” Eddie comments.

“And you look like shit,” Richie jokes. “You've seriously seen better days, my friend,” he adds, forcing his lips to form into a faint smile.

“Beep...beep…” Eddie starts coughing again, slightly leaning over to spit his blood away from his friend’s face. Eddie tries another smile, but he knows it looks crooked and forced. He leaves it anyways, willing to spend his remaining energy on this moment.

Richie’s breathing suddenly becomes shallow as the situation sinks in. His hands, still gingerly holding Eddie's face, starts to tremble. He suddenly becomes very aware of his close proximity to Eddie, and to his pounding heartbeat skipping occasionally. His fear builds up, but it's barely for the clown anymore. Richie does not want to lose Eddie. Not again. Not ever.

Richie acts impulsively, knowing that this could very possibly be the last chance he gets to do this. He leans over to close the gap between him and Eddie, locking lips with him. Eddie’s eyes widen for a moment before he gently closes them, leaning into the kiss as best as he can from lying on the ground. Richie smiles into the kiss as he tilts his head to deepen it without hurting Eddie too much.

Ben blinks, completely dumbfounded. He respectfully leans back to not invade their moment. Beverly and Bill lean back as well, but they smile endearingly after the initial shock eases away. Ben’s lips soon tug into a smile moments later.

Richie tastes his and Eddie’s blood in the kiss, but he doesn't care. Richie suddenly feels weak, trembling hands grab onto his hair, pulling him down even more. Eddie suddenly winces in pain, causing Richie to quickly peel away from Eddie.

“Sorry!” Richie blubbered out nervously, feeling like a child again.

“I've… wanted… to do that… for a long… time…” Eddie responded, ignoring Richie’s apology.

Eddie’s eyes started to close, but Richie wasn't having it. “No! No, goddammit, you are not dying on me today!” Richie belted. The three other losers notice Pennywise behind them, sluggishly stumbling towards them for another round.

“Don't…  be… afraid,” Eddie coughs, “and kill… that fucking… clown…” Eddie forces one last smile before letting out a long, slow breath.

“No, Eddie!” Richie yells.

...

“Ed's!” Richie tries again.

...

“Eddie Spaghetti?” Richie’s voice becomes quiet as Eddie doesn't respond. Eddie’s muscles have become slack, and his lips are parted ever so slightly. Richie blinks, and Eddie is thirteen again. His skin is smooth with no sign of ageing wrinkles, and his hair lush and full of life again. Richie is a child again, too. He’s suddenly wearing his glasses, and the sounds of his friends' voices are their voices from their childhood.

“Richie!” Bill yells from behind.

“Richie, its up!”

“It’s coming, Richie!”

Richie can't even decipher whose voice is who anymore as they scream for his help. He cradles Eddie’s face and whispers, “I've always loved you, Ed’s.”

Richie sluggishly stands up and turns around, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pulled into a thin line. He glares at Pennywise who still has a partially melted face from Eddie’s puffer. ‘Don't be afraid,’ Eddie’s voice echoes in Richie's head as he marches towards the demon clown, filled with anger and determination. The losers are not kids anymore, and they’re here to kill this clown.

“First, you kill Stanley,” Richie’s voice is dark, somewhat startling his friends as he marches in front of them. “Then you almost killed Mike,” Richie leans forward and picks up the axe that he dropped a long time ago. “And then you killed Eddie,” Pennywise tilts its head, smugly raising the un-melted eyebrow. “Now I'm gonna return the favour, asshole!” Richie lifts the axe and swings it, slicing off Pennywise’s arm in one swift motion.

“I'm gonna fucking kill you!” Richie screams as he continues swinging the axe at the clown. Black tar sprays out of each gash and floats up in the air above IT as the shapeshifting alien stumbles backwards. The other losers take swings on the clown themselves with pieces of pipery from the sewer floors, impaling it and smacking it with double the force each time.

They get IT to the ground, not showing mercy as they continue to attack the beast. All of them fight with a fire in their eyes that hasn't been lit since childhood.

Richie slices the chest cavity of Pennywise, barely flinching as its black blood sprays all over him. The four remaining losers drop their weapons and kneel beside the creature. They each claw into the monster, ignoring its shriek of pain as they dig deeper inside of IT. They hear cracking and slurping noises as they bury their hands deeper until they find the large cavity they were looking for. They grab the heart together and rip it out with their bare hands.

They keep pulling as they notice a cord attached to the heart, and they rip it right out, revealing the physical form of ITs deadlights. They throw the heart onto the cement and Ben stomps on it, causing it to burst out its gooey black tar blood.

They stare at it for a while as the children and Bill’s wife slowly float down. Bill hurries to her aid whilst Ben and Beverly head towards Eddie. Richie continues to glare at the corpse of the monster, feeling completely numb.

Suddenly, Ben’s desperate voice cries out, “I feel a pulse!”

PART II

They emerge from the depths of the sewers, squinting as they make contact with daylight. Bill adjusts his unconscious wife over his shoulder whilst Richie does the same with Eddie. They all continue to rush towards their cars and they immediately head to the hospital.

~°*°~

Bill’s wife is fine, but she hasn't spoken a word since the incident. The doctors say that the shock of the traumatic event has silenced her, and they can't tell if she will ever speak again.

News on Eddie hasn't come back yet, and Richie can't stop pacing. All he can think about is every moment in his teens after their summer fighting IT. He remembers how every day, the kids slowly drifted apart from each other. He remembers when Ben moved away, and how they rarely saw Mike since he was homeschooled, and how Stanley made new friends that didn't irritate him as much. Stan did still talk to them from time to time, and he said goodbye at the start of summer when they all moved away for college. Richie didn't go to college, he just moved to Los Angeles and auditioned for many talent agencies until he got accepted. He then auditioned for Saturday Night Live, and the rest is history now.

Richie sits down, nervously shaking his leg as he ponders how different his life could've been if he just picked up the damn phone and called his friends once in a while. The only friend he even saw between graduation and now was Bill. Richie never approached Bill, but he saw him at one or two movie premiers with his actress wife - who may be scarred for life now since she just had to come here instead of listening to Bill’s warnings to steer her away from danger.

‘Such a stubborn lady, but I guess that’s why Bill fell in love with her,’ Richie muses to himself as he rests his chin on his hands. His thighs feel like they might become numb if he keeps the pressure he’s using with his elbows right now. Richie pushes his hands further up his face, covering his features as he groans in pain. ‘I probably should've seen a doctor. Every-fucking-thing hurts.’

Richie starts thinking about his relationships - or rather, lack thereof - throughout his adult life. He dated one girl - an actress he worked on a rom-com with in his twenties - but that lasted for maybe a month because their relationship was too public. They were constantly pestered by paparazzi, and they rarely spent time with each other outside of their press tour. He realized that their relationship wasn't real when the buzz from their movie died down a bit. It was all an accidental publicity stunt on their parts. They parted ways on good terms, and they're still good friends to this day, still working on the odd film with each other now and again.

Richie only ever had hookups after that, and he didn't enjoy any of them. He sighs, realizing that all this time, there was one person he secretly wanted to spend the rest of his life with, but it took a battle with the demon clown from his past to have this epiphany.

‘I'm a grown-ass, middle-aged man, and I just now realized that I was suppressing romantic feelings for my childhood best friend? Fuck that. I am not gay!’ Richie groans again, rubbing circles in his temples and he closes his eyes. ‘I did kiss him though. That's...pretty gay.’

“Hey, you should really see a doctor.” Bev’s voice startles Richie, causing him to sit up and look over at her like a deer caught in headlights. ‘God, I hope I didn't say any of that out loud.’

“No, I'm fine,” Richie snaps. He awkwardly looks away, feeling guilty for snapping at her. “I'll leave the medical resources for the people who actually fucking need it.”

“There are plenty of doctors here, Rich. You're not going to stop anyone from saving Eddie,” Beverly sighs, sitting down beside him. “And you do need a doctor, too. You may not be dying at the moment, but you're clearly in a lot of pain.”

“I don't care,” Richie mutters, slouching as he glares at the opposite wall. “I'm not seeing a doctor until I know that Eddie is okay.”

Beverly sighs again, looking off to the side before looping her arm around Richie and resting her head against his shoulder. Richie glances at her over his shoulder and smiles at the floor. “You're hurting my neck,” Richie mumbles under his breath, his smirk more prominent now.

“I don't care. I'm going to sit here like this with you until we know that Eddie is okay,” Beverly replies with a bittersweet smile.

~°*°~

Richie finishes by tightening his tie. He briefly smiles at himself in the mirror. He turns around when he sees Beverly walk in the reflection behind him. He watches her as she examines him, smiling and patting down his shoulders.

“You look great, Rich,” Beverly compliments with a bashful smile.

“Thanks, Bev.”

She pauses. “They’re all waiting for you outside,” she says with a small smile.

“Yeah, yeah,” Richie takes one last look at himself in the mirror, dusting his suit jacket and adjusting his tie one last time. “I always show up fashionably late to any event.”

“This isn’t just another one of your movie premieres, Rich,” Beverly pouts with a raised eyebrow. Richie sighs, suddenly becoming rather fond of his shoes.

“I hope we all continue to stay in touch after all of this...” Richie’s voice falls, and he clears his throat nervously.

“Me too,” Beverly replies, smiling brightly. Richie faces her, and she pulls him into a tight hug. He holds her just as tightly, suddenly feeling the tears overwhelm him.

“Dammit,” Richie mumbles as he wipes his tears over her shoulder. “Don’t tell anyone I cried.”

Beverly pulls back and wipes the second tear that escaped his eyes. “I promise.” He wipes her escaped tear and they give each other quick smiles before walking out of the room. Richie and Beverly meet Ben, Bill, BIll’s silent wife, and Mike in the hallway outside of the room. They all walk close together into the cathedral, and they meet the gazes of all the people who ever knew Eddie Kaspbrak. They all walk slowly, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone as they head for the front of the church. They try to ignore the whispers of people wondering who they all were and how the losers even knew Eddie. Many of them glared, knowing they must be the old friends he went off to visit - and who they believe caused his demise.

The five remaining losers - plus Bills wife - make it to the open casket. They all look down at Eddie’s features that have been touched up to look presentable. Richie’s eyes are stuck on the cleaned and stitched gash on Eddie’s cheek, remembering the blood no longer oozing from it as Eddie took his final breaths. His eyes then fell to his lips. They’re pale and cracked, and there’s no trace that they were ever coated in his own blood. Richie ponders that Eddie’s lips no longer look as soft as they felt when Eddie was still alive. Richie blinks when he realizes that his own tear hit Eddie’s nose, and he quickly started rubbing at his own face, trying to rid himself of them.

All of the losers joined hands and leaned in around Richie, protecting him like a forcefield. They all loved Eddie, but Richie’s love for Eddie was so much more, and every remaining loser learned that the moment Richie kissed him.

“Why did you have to die?” Was all that Richie was able to croak out that day before his best friend - his soulmate - was buried.

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Rule 1 – You must start your assignment at least 24 hours before the deadline

The best way to produce your highest quality of work is to put a huge load of pressure on your shoulders by waiting until the deadline is fast approaching and you physically cannot put off the task any longer. I mean think about it, if you try to complete a task with no sense of urgency how do you remain invested? How do you stop yourself from being distracted? An ever so nearing deadline is sure to keep you focused. The fear of not being able to complete the task in time will keep you own your toes and insure you use every ounce of your time wisely and that you will put everything you have into this essay. That’s the best way to insure you produce high quality work.

Picture this, it’s the day after your task has been set and you have decided to get your work done early, you take your time setting up you work space, you get yourself a snack and a warm beverage and now you can take your time and write out your essay. You’ll be there for years! Constantly giving yourself breaks, thinking about what you’re writing, constantly second guessing and changing you’re points. Not officiant at all! Your mind will be all over the place! Fear is going to be the best motivator here. I mean, what’s the worst that could come from that? You might get overwhelmed by stress? Trust me on this one, leaving it until the last minute is the more officiant choice.

 Rule 2 – keep it unrealistic, in the movies the least likely to survive always makes it till the end

If there is one thing we all know is that the best place to get our logic from is movies, and if there is one trait that pops up over and over again, it is that the under dog always makes it out on top. It’s a classic trope where the main character must fight to beat the odds stacked against them to come out on top, it happens so often in media surely there must be some truth behind it! Take these classic examples: Rocky, Glory Road, Cinderella Man, Slum Dog Millionaire, School of Rock, 300. All classic films with one common trait, the main character starts off with little to no chance of winning, but they still pull through in the end. This is the mindset you need to have whilst working on your essay, you’re the main character of your story after all, so why not make the story a bit more interesting? Put the audience on edge for a bit. Leaving all your work to the last minute is a great way to add tension and defiantly will make sure the odds are not in your favour. Some other things you can do to decrease your odds of success is using an old and unreliable computer to type and submit your work on (got to keep the audience on their toes remember).

Not only will decreasing odds make your night more interesting but imagine how good it will feel when you inevitably beat the odds and finish in the nick of time. The sense of accomplishment you will feel when you type that final full stop will defiantly be worth all the stress and pressure you put on yourself beforehand, imagine all that weight slowly being lifted off your shoulders, just imagine how good it will feel. In my opinion, all the unnecessary stress from when you started is defiantly worth it to get that feeling.

Rule 3 – don’t check it, don’t proofread it, just keep writing

Checking and proofreading your work is just going to slow you down, did you forget you only have a few hours to get this done? Yes, there might be spelling mistakes and grammatical errors in your writing sure, however, there might also not be any mistakes and that little bit of time you save is 100% worth the risk. Remember, this is a race against time. I mean think about it, if you called it a night the second you’ve typed that last full stop, you might even get enough time to have a full hour sleep before you need to turn it in! Right now, anything that will save you time is essential, so don’t waste your time re-writing what you’ve already written especially since isn’t it the teachers job to correct mistakes anyway?

Also, maybe you need to be a bit more confident in your writing abilities, how can one be confident if they’re constantly assuming that they’ve made tons of grammatical mistakes? Sounding confident in your writing is the best way to convince your teacher that you really took you time a researched the topic you’re writing about. So, cut yourself some slack every once and a while, I’m sure it will be fine.

 Rule 4 – make it all up at the end, the best ideas always come at the end anyway

Put yourself in your teachers position for a moment and think, how many other students are there in my class again? And that is exactly how many essays your teacher has to read and mark as soon as you hand it in next lesson. That’s a lot of words! Are they really going to sit there and read every single word, of every single essay, for every single student? No way! I mean, you couldn’t even sit still and write one essay, let alone 20. This is something we can use to our advantage especially when it comes to the end of our essays. By the final paragraph it’s safe to assume that the teacher has lost interest by now (lord knows you have) so why give yourself more work? Just make it all up! No need to fact check anything your writing, people will believe anything as long as you sound like you know what you’re talking about, I’m sure a teacher who studied this subject for years and probably went to some specialised school for it will fall for this trick too.

You’ll usually find that the best ideas come at the end anyway, you’ll probably find that you’re spoiled for choice when it comes to your final paragraph. Of course this doesn’t mean you should re write any of the other points you made in a previous paragraph (refer to rule 3) not when you put so much time into them. If all the last-minute ideas are too good to not include, I’m sure just cramming them all into one paragraph will do them all justice.

 Rule 5 – always work in the dark, preferably after 12:00 AM

No, you could work at a normal, reasonable time like most people do, or, you can do it the less popular (but just as officiant) way of working which is waiting until everyone else is sleeping or at least winding down for the night, to complete all your assignments. This is going to be especially important if you live in a busy household with lots of people around, can you really expect to work to the best of your ability with your family making all that racket? Of course not! Besides staying up all night is far easier than asking them to just keep it down, you don’t want to put any extra stress on to yourself like that. But it’s not just your family that can distract you, if you live on a busy street or by a busy road, that is certainly going to impact your progress. Just waiting until the streets are dead and the world is asleep should give you the peace and quite you need. But that’s not the only benefit to working in the dead of night.

Personally, I think working in total darkness with your laptop as the only light source in the room and being the only thing you can physically see, is a very officiant way to work. It comes back to getting rid of all those distractions (remember you can’t afford to get distracted this time) this way the only thing you can look at is what you need to focus on. So switch of all lights, even night lights, to increase your chances of completing your essay in the time that you have left.

 Rule 6 – don’t set an alarm, rely on your wits to wake you up

Let’s put this out there. Everyone hates alarms. They’re load, they’re annoying and waking up is the most agonising feeling one can ever feel. We all despise them. So why set them? When your body is ready to wake up, it’ll wake up naturally and it’s best not to disturb nature. I mean think about it, you’ve been stressing about this deadline more than anyone else, surely you know it off by heart now, and your body knows it to! Surely you body knows how important this deadline is and will wake you up with the perfect amount of time left to get ready for the submission, right? I’m certain that the amount of stress you have voluntarily put yourself under will let your body know exactly what time you need to get up. It’s a risk that will defiantly be worth taking in the long run.

Besides if, in the unlikely event, you don’t wake up in time then clearly it just wasn’t meant to be. Right now you are exactly where you need to be and I’m sure if you where really supposed to be up and ready the universe would have found away. I think that’s a valid excuse that will defiantly hold up in a classroom.

 Rule 7 – don’t sleep beforehand, you might be too tired to care

If there’s going to be a time where your most likely to call it quits and except defeat, it’s going to be when you’re in the sheets. Now I can understand why, it’s comfortable, it’s warm, it’s the only place where you can get away with lying down and doing nothing for hours on end, it’s just a nice place to be, which is why you need to avoid it at all costs. You’re not going have the motivation to get up and write an essay once you’ve been subjected to the comfort that is your bed, as soon as your head touches that pillow it’s pretty much game over for you. You’re not getting up. So you need to make sure your up and active for when you start to tackle this task, maybe take a cold shower, maybe chug some coffee, anything to make sure that you not going to be tempted. Don’t even work on it! Work on the floor if you must! Even being near it is a temptation you can’t risk getting lured into, it’s an easy trap to fall for.

In the likely event you find yourself in bed yet somehow you still have the will power to continue, there are a few things you can do to help pull you back in the race. The trick is to act quickly, save up all your strength for one big boast of energy to push your body forward. The longer you wait the heavy your body will get and harder it will be to continue. So, take a deep breath, count down from five and swing your body with all your strength, and finish your damn essay!

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Word Count: Around 4100

Summary: The reader is looking for a way forward in life. A cryptic business card may provide her with a new opportunity at an unconventional school. Catch Up Here -> Introduction Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Warnings: Language, General SPN violence and creepy settings

Pairing: Dean x Reader

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After your conversation with Dean you found it impossible to sleep, but tried anyway; knowing you needed your rest for the big day tomorrow. Without thought of consequence or an official graduation, you threw yourself into full on hunter mode. There was no consideration for your preparedness or ability to do so. You’d simply  take what you learned from the Winchesters and figure the rest out along the way. Thankfully, you still had a suit in your pack. A car and weapons, those would have to come tomorrow. 

You were graced with a few hours of sleep to recuperate, but woke in the wee hours of the morning to start your day. In an abandoned tow lot, frayed by time and weather, you managed to find a running Corsica. It was no Mustang by any means; but it could get you from point A to point B with a touch of 90s nostalgia seeping up through the cushions. As for a weapon, well, you decided it would be best to first understand what you were dealing with. The best place to start would presumably be at coroner's office at the police station. 

Standing at reception, your hand shook with nerves as you flashed the FBI badge. The seasoned woman from behind the desk firmly grabbed it and analyzed it. Her eyes skeptically peered over her glasses. She gave it back to you but eyed you suspiciously. 

You were absolutely terrified, but forced the words past the lump in throat. “I need a meeting with your sheriff.” 

“On what business?” Her gruff voice asked. 

You pinched your lips together. “On business concerning the Federal Bureau.” Or more non-professionally; none of your beeswax, lady. 

She sighed and looked at her half-eaten doughnut, wishing to get back to what she deemed more important. “Sheriff is booked up today, but he is bringing in a corpse right now. Coroner’s office is down the hall to the left, ya might be able to catch him.” 

“Thanks.” You nodded before taking off, a boost of confidence in your step. 

Perhaps it would be easier than you thought. As you neared the end of the hall, you heard muffled voices raising with tension, You pressed yourself against the wall hoping to get a listen. 

“Same as the others?” A male asked. 

The responding male conveyed a more timid and soft impression. “Yes.”

The first man sighed, before barking his order. “Run it as a heart attack.” 

“Sheriff.” The other voice pleaded. “This is a growing problem, we need help, we need…” “That’s none of your concern and a scare is the last thing a town like this needs. Good people live here, depending on tourist dollars. If a drug scandal…” 

He interrupted. “You saw the first report same as I, no drug is capable…” “Then in your medical expertise, what do you suggest is the cause?” There was silence. “I don’t need no scandal. It was a heart attack. Now if you’re not willing to say so, I’ll find someone who is.” He threatened. 

There was a period of silence and then heavy footsteps heading your way. You sunk back into the wall as the lumbering sheriff waltzed past you without notice. A few moments passed as you held your breath, waiting for the tension in the air to fade before you made your entrance. The man was slim, hiding kind brown eyes behind thick glasses. He was muttering furiously to himself before he noticed your presence. 

“You’re not supposed…” You held your finger up to your lips and held out your badge. Thinking quickly on your feet, you spoke it a soft voice, attempting to match his manner. “We’ve received a complaint. I’m here to ask a few questions.” 

“I uh…”  He stuttered pushing his glasses up his nose. “I’m not sure legally what I can and can’t say.” Clearly this job was important to him. “We can offer you protection and only want to affirm your work in this town is done ethically and with the people’s best interest in mind. Can I ask if you have any concerns?” You pushed. 

He set his clipboard down next to the cadaver. “How much did you just hear?” “Enough.” You stated. “Just out of curiosity…” You walked closer to the cadaver. “You mentioned drugs aren’t capable. Capable of what?” He pulled the sheet back revealing the body. “Are you familiar with autospies?” 

Shock must have registered in your face. Sam went over some basic human anatomy, where to look in the body for marks, abnormalities, etc., but this was your first actual corpse. She was so cold and white. You shook back into the act, trying to remain unfazed. “Though I mainly investigate corruption, I had to study anatomy in the bureau.”

He lifted up the victims arm, pointing at the crook of her elbow. “You’ll notice the track marks on her arm. Same as the others, initially leading us to believe it was a drug spree in the town. But when the first one came in several months back and I went to draw blood for lab work, it came out empty. I thought maybe it had congealed. But proceeding further through the autopsy, I realized she was completely drained. No blood at all.” 

Vampires. The word rung so clearly through your mind. 

“Even if you came to investigate the sheriff, if you could use your connections to get a medical expert opinion, I could really use the help. This one just has me baffled.” He covered the girl’s body back up. 

“I’ll make sure to get a hold of someone.” You assured. 

Although you had a clear path forward, to sell the ruse you stayed with the coroner a while longer allowing him to vent his complaints. Now with a target in mind, your next step was obtaining a weapon. You found yourself longing for your Mustang again, with the concealed katana on the back wing. It would have been perfect for this case. 

There was an upscale camping store in the center of downtown, yet on you way to get there  shady pawn shop caught your eye. Iron bars lined the windows and it seemed like fewer questions would be asked. Inside was piled high with junk. A decrepit carousel horse stood proud in the center of the small shop collecting dust as the years passed. 

You rummaged through the ominous piles but didn’t spot your prize until passing a glass case displaying relics of war. 

Clearing your throat, you caught the eye of the shopkeeper. “How much for the machete?” 

He peered up from his comic book, reminding you of an older and heavier set version of Ned. “What can you offer?” His eyes grazed your figure. 

“Cash.” You put simply ignoring any hint of innuendo.

“25.”  

Not a bad price, but you didn’t want it’s rusty edges disintegrating after the first swing. “Can I see it first?” 

He sighed and walked over, unlocking the case. He handed it over to you. It was heavy but balanced. Teeth ran the edge of the blade, perfect for sawing if necessary. They were still sharp too. 

“Deal.” You agreed, fishing through your pocket. 

***

Weapon. Check. Monster. Check. All you needed was the location. And you knew just the ghost to ask. 

You waited until dark to head back until the cemetery unsure if she would spectate earlier. It would be a risk, looking for vamps in their protection of dark, but it was your best lead. Seated on her gravestone, you used a rock to clean the blade waiting for the time to pass. A chill slowly began to creep up your neck until your hair stood on end. When your breath turned to fog, you knew it was her. You stood up, bracing yourself as the spectre took form. 

“Run!” She commanded, same as before.

You knew you couldn’t back down despite the uneasiness shivering down your spine. “Actually I am here to help.” 

“Run!” Her shouts morphing into screams.

You persisted. “You were hurt, weren’t you? By a monster?” 

The ghost began scratching her arm where the marks were, pacing back and forth.   

“Where did it happen?” 

She hollered out in frustration and jolted towards you, shuddering in and out of sight as she did. You held your ground as her arms stretched out as if to push you away. Instead she passed right through you; the shock of her energy sent you stumbling back, shivering and shaken. The buzzing in your limbs slowly subsided but by the time you came back to your senses, she had disappeared. 

“Please.” The word fell from your lips; gentle, pleading. You cleared your throat, gathering courage. “I know what I am doing. I want this to end. I don’t want them to hurt anyone else.” Your words rang out in the empty graveyard. 

You twirled around, looking for any sight of her, stopping when you saw her mimicking your earlier stance on her gravestone. She rested her chin in her palms as she contemplated the idea. 

“That’s what you have been doing isn’t it? You’ve been warning the others, trying to save them. I can help.” She began to weep. “Can you tell me where they are?” She pointed east, leading to a crypt further into the graveyard. 

“Thank you.” You turned to walk, realizing she was not following. You paused and addressed her one last time. “When this is all over, I hope you can rest.” With that, you left her. 

It was quiet by the crypt. The ground around it was bare as if grass refused to grow near it. The iron gate and padlock had been broken. As you pulled it open, a loud, rusty groan echoed through the air. You held your breath, waiting for any movement. None came. 

You pressed further into the chamber. The moonlight shone through a window, illuminating what little could be shown. The walls were engraved with the names of the fallen and large marble vases walled the corner. Worn stone steps crumbling at their edges descended into total darkness below the earth. You took a deep breath before following their lead. 

You slowly approached the bottom of the stairs, holding your breath and hugging the wall. It took a few moments, but your eyes adjusted to the surroundings. The cavern was big. Coffins lined the walls, set to the height of your shoulder. The tunnel lead onward, splitting off into two different directions. A warm light glowed to the left. You tucked around the corner, hearing voices and laughter from afar. 

This close, holding your breath would be useless. They very well could have already heard your heartbeat. You breathed slow and deep, trying to control your pulse so anxiety wouldn’t betray your bold front. The only thing keeping you grounded as you walked down the center of the tunnel was the cool feeling of metal rubbing against your thigh. 

You were at the edge of the light, peering into their room. Had it been any other hangout, this ninja turtle setup didn’t seem too bad. There were three visible, but something seemed off… they should have noticed you by now. 

A hand came down hard against your shoulder. You tried to turn, but the grip was too harsh and panic stormed inside you. The cold form pressed against you and forced you out into the light. The three faced you and the figure behind, laughing as they did. A low voice sounded behind you. “What a lucky night when the prey walks willingly into the den.” 

A boy, who couldn’t be older than 18, jumped up from his video game. “I didn’t know we had the option to order delivery."

The only female of the group, leaned against the wall gazed at you up and down. "She's pretty. I say we keep her."

"No one asked you." The fourth and final group member spat. 

"Hey!" She argued back. "Since day one, I've been out numbered here…" 

Your heart raced and you choked on your breath fearing this would be the end. But they didn't even suspect you might put up a fight, or be armed for that matter. As they fought back and forth, you went through Dean's class in your mind. But it was always one on one combat… 

You felt the leaders grip falter and sighed with annoyance at the bantering before him. It was now or never. You had to prove Dean wrong. You were made for this. You were ready. 

In a single second, you used your unhindered arm to free the hidden machete and swung with all your might, twisting your body to face him before the blade connected and beheaded the monster in front of you. You quickly turned around to face the others, ready to fight but the were all dumbstruck. 

You twirled the machete into a more comfortable grasp. "Is this where I say something about not playing with your food?" 

“Oh shit!” The youngest yelled. 

The female snarled through pointed teeth. “You’ll pay for that, bitch.” 

You smirked. This snarky side fit you. “Do you take credit?” 

But they didn’t seem as amused as you, all of them charging at once. You dodged fangs and fists, barely managing to strike with the blade here and there, never hitting the target but keeping them at bay. 

It was the youngest who stumbled first. For a moment you hesitated, but follow through in the swing. Though your machete hit its mark, your falter had betrayed you. Before you could recover, the female was on you. Pain radiated into your right shoulder as she bit deeply. You screamed out in agony, dropping the blade out of your grasp. 

Her fangs released but her hand was instantly around your throat. “I’m going to keep you… Make your death drawn out so you can feel every drop of blood leave your body.” 

Even if you could think of a snappy response, you physically couldn’t with her grip choking you. You desperately clawed at her hand, kicking at her shins, fighting any way you could, but she held her strong composure. You barely made a dent. Her lips turned upwards into a sadistic smile as your face turned red, struggling for air. 

With an impossible force, she threw you down to the ground. You pushed up to your hands and knees, coughing for breath and stars circling in your vision. Her foot pressed down on your back, pinning you to the floor. “Find something to tie her up with.” She ordered. 

Panic started to set in. You pushed up with all your might, but it was useless against her strength. You were done for. 

As your mind raced through scenarios, you thought your vision was beginning to play tricks on you as a figure loomed in the background. In an instant, all the pressure from her was off as she was thrown across the room. This time you left no room for hesitation. You rushed back to your machete, taking her out first and then the final male. 

You looked around for your savior, images of Dean flooding your mind. It wasn’t until you caught your breath you realized the sharp drop in temperature. The ghost stepped out from the shadows, revealing herself to you. 

“Thank you,” was all you could manage. You looked around, wiping the blade against your leg. “Is that all of them?” She closed her eyes. A look of peace flooded her features as her figure glowed warm and dissolved into the air. 

You stood alone in the empty room. “I’ll take that as a yes then.” 

You made the mistake of looking at your shoulder that had been mauled. Your shirt was ripped through and soaked with blood. As the adrenaline wore off, so did your tolerance for pain. It was going to be a long night. 

***

Dean arrived at the small Carolina town just past midnight. A storm was brewing in the salty coastal air. He pounded hard against your door, giving up only moments after. Managing to get a spare key was easy enough after slipping the attendant a few 20s. 

Disappointment quickly followed his entrance. There wasn’t a hint of a solid lead in sight. A crumpled up gray blazer and skirt were tossed carelessly onto a made twin bed. The phone that had been ripped out from the wall laid on the floor hidden underneath the bedskirt. Aside from your duffle, the room was utterly bare. Dean was beginning to think that he was too late.

***

As you neared the motel the idea of a hospital kept running circles in your mind. You couldn’t recall what medical supplies were in your sack or if they were in your ‘stang halfway across the States. The painful throbbing screamed louder with each movement or turn of the wheel, regardless of how you held your arm. You settled on letting it hanging lifelessly. 

Almost to the motel, your indecisiveness ensued. Lost on whether to fight through the pain or release your pride and seek help, something caught your eye. With just a glance, you knew what it was but pulled a sharp u-turn to get a better look. Stopped in the middle of the road, you stared down at the classic black car nestled in the motel’s parking lot, it’s glossy exterior reflecting the bursts of lightning from the dark sky. 

“Well, shit.” You huffed. The decision was made for you. 

Inch by inch, your car lulled along closer to the Impala. Mustering up the courage to face what was inside, you pulled breath after breath into your lungs rather wishing it was another gang of vampires than him. You watched the rain cascade against the windshield a few more minutes, until it was clear the torrential downpour wasn’t letting up anytime soon. By the time you had walked from the car to your door, your clothes were already soaked through. Most traces of blood had all but gone. There was no need for your key, and you entered with your machete in hand just in case. 

A soft glow from the desk lamp dimly illuminated the room. The figure inside turned around to meet you. Being exactly who you expected, his eyes went wide with shock and relief. He set a notepad down on the desk and took a step forward before pausing, trying to read the expression on your face. Truth be told, you could barely tell what emotions were bubbling up. Guilt, pride, relief, concern? But it was anger that won over the rest. 

You threw your machete to the floor between the two of you. “Fuck you! Fuck you and that stupid school!” Heat rushed to your face. “You ain’t prepared us for shit!” 

Dean’s hopefulness melted way to defensiveness against your words. “Well, maybe if you stuck around, finished the classes before running off, listened to fucking orders…”

His words didn’t register and you held your ground, yelling over him. “”Bullshit! Combat should be five to one. We never even seen a fucking body! Not to mention how to lie our ass off. Or what to do when your partner packs up and runs." Dean realized your anger was now a sign of panic. His hostility calmed and he urged you to do the same. But you wouldn't listen. You continued. "How to erase any potential evidence. What it feels like to kill something.” Your breath was ragged and you were becoming more and more lightheaded with each statement. Dean’s pleas for you to stop went unheard. “What the fuck! I killed someone. I killed…”

At first you thought he had slapped you across the face. You stopped so suddenly, your world turning almost white, your whole body numb feeling like the ghost had passed through you again. But the feeling did not dissipate. You looked at him through a haze. He was closer than you remembered. Tingling rushed to your lips. His hand was on your left shoulder. His words muffled but he was staring into your eyes, bent to your level. 

Slowly his words started making sense. “Breathe. You need to calm the fuck down. You didn’t kill someone. You stopped a monster and saved many more lives. You didn’t need anyone to tell you what to do. You used your best judgement. Y/N?” He looked at your pale face. “Are you breathing?” “Did you…” Your voice was low and raspy. “Did you just kiss me?” 

He waited until your breath was slower, more deep. “You wouldn’t shut up.” He whispered. 

“That worked…” You paused as he took a step back. A new source of adrenaline coursing through your body, yearning to seek a new high and replace the grime of the hunt. “Do it again.” The words held heat, even as they pleaded. “Y/N…” Dean rubbed behind his neck. “Kiss. Me. Again.”

He didn’t think twice, closing in. As if you expected him to protest, you backed up hitting the dresser. Dean pursued, pulling you closer. You used your good arm to hoist yourself up, sitting on top of the dresser. His knee parted your legs getting as close as possible. He grabbed your ribs with both hands and leaned up. 

For a moment, you paused, letting the reality set in. The lightning illuminated the green in his eyes. His freckles mixed with the shadow of rain droplets from the window. His eyes darted back and forth searching yours. You closed your eyes in anticipation, yearning to feel his lips again. Yet instead of feeling his soft touch against you, you felt him pull away. 

Before you could voice your impatience, you opened your eyes and he was headed for the light switch. The sharp contrast of light in the dark room blurred your vision and Dean was back at your side. 

“You’re hurt.” He stated with concern, pulling at the sleeve of your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes and pushed his hands away. “It’s worse than it looks… That’s… that’s not what I meant.” 

“I’ll consider it a Freudian slip.” He continued to eye your shoulder. 

He was about to reach for your sleeve again, when you grabbed him by the collar, pulling him into you. Yes, the atmosphere wasn’t as romantic, but you felt the high dying. You needed this. You needed him. His lips pressed hard against you as you forcefully held him there. The lock between you intensified as both his hands cradled the nape of your neck. Hungry for more, your tongue attempted to push pass his lips but he retreated once more. 

“Dammit Y/N!” Dean rubbed his hands through his hair. “I want this just as much as you, but for the love of god, I need to make sure you’re not gonna faint on me.” 

You sighed but permitted him to continue. “You’re killing the mood.” You mumbled. 

He looked up to you with annoyance and then back at your shoulder. The sleeve peeled away, stuck to the skin with sweat and blood. Dean didn’t seem phased. You suspected he’d seen much worse. Now that fabric wasn’t there to soak it up, blood trickled down your arm. 

“Might be able to avoid stitches if the glue holds.” He stepped back. 

“Well hopefully you brought something stronger than Elmer’s.” You snarked. 

He chuckled sarcastically, not in the slightest bit amused. “I’ll see what I’ve got.” He headed out to his car to grab the first aid kit. 

Meanwhile, you went to the restroom, to clean off what you could, but your heart went cold when you got a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You saw your mother. Your hands grabbed the sink to steady yourself and looked again. Of course it was only you, but the resemblance was striking. The times you had seen her rush in late at night, after a hunt, trying her best to hide the gore from you. Even when you were young. She’d give you a bedtime that you often broke with late night reruns. When she’d come out, cleaned up, she would scold you, but all you could remember now was the heaviness in her eyes. The weight she had to carry. 

You ran the water from the faucet and closed your eyes. The flash of white fangs, the rip of the machete, the sounds of screams. It was too late to go back now. Those memories would haunt you forever. There was no denying it now. You were a hunter. 

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