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purekesseltrash · 4 years ago

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My Fic List

Whelp, decided I should do one of these. I have mostly written for Hockey RPF and BNHA, as you have likely already seen!

My BNHA Fics

Bury Them Deep

- “Shouji Mezou's entire life has revolved around being a goalie and playing hockey since he was five years old. After being drafted in the third round in the NHL, Shouji has two more years of college before moving on to playing professional hockey like he's always wanted. Or at least like he always thought he wanted. An injury that ends his season throws him into a tailspin, forcing him to take a look at his life and how he is going to live it, especially after meeting his fascinating new goth history tutor.”

(This bad bitch is 81k total and is chock full of my red hot hockey takes and midwestern references. I love it very much and it is a sweet baby.)

The Rooftop Necromancy series AKA my black metal band AU:

Downhill from Here

- “ Hizashi just wants to tour the country with his best friends with their metal band in their shitty van like they've been planning for years. He'd successfully hidden his crush on one of them for years, after all, he would definitely be able to make this work and keep things fun and uncomplicated. Until Aizawa decided to start acting weird. “

(In which I take you all on a nostalgic trip to 2006-2008 metal culture and you can see the black metal love song that my dumb ass wrote.)

The Perfect Mistake

- “ It wasn't as though Hizashi had planned on breaking up with his boyfriend while they were on tour in a tiny cargo van with no room and no peace. He would have much rather preferred to do it when they were home and he could easily go and crawl back into his mom's basement. But he didn't have a choice. “

(As relationships tend to do, theirs goes through problems.)

Rooftop Necromancy

-"He’d even ended up leaning into the crowd when someone’s elbow had connected solidly with his nose and thrown him back. They’d gone quiet as Hizashi got himself up to his feet, ripped off his now bloody ‘Within Temptations’ tshirt from 2004, whipped his hair back from his face and screamed, “That’s what I’m FUCKING talking about.” into the mic.

They went wild for it, cheering as blood ran down his nose, past his mouth and dripped onto the stage, leaving him feeling like an otherworldly monster performing an occult ritual. Metal, he thought dazedly to himself, why in the fuck had he ever stopped doing metal."

(I hyperfocused so hard at the idea of Mic as a metal head that I wrote this in seven straight hours and WROTE THROUGH THE ATTEMPTED COUP ON DEMOCRACY WITHOUT KNOWING IT. It’s a bit rough, but it’s got some good parts and it spawned the whole damn series.)

Hands Up

- "But of course he had, they had always been able to read each other and what they meant. That had often been their problem, if he was going to be honest."

(In which they figure their shit out. Basically it was written when I was thinking alot about how my own mental health had evolved through the years. It’s basically the story of two people who are both very good for each other and also very bad and how they deal with that. It’s probably the most personally meaningful thing I’ve ever written.)

The other BNHA fics:

Waking Up With Ghosts

-"Hizashi opened his eyes to a world that belonged to ghosts. His headphones were gone and the gray, grimy world that he felt more than saw was muffled and still. This was bad, he hazily thought."

In which we follow Hizashi shortly after the events of 296. How he's found, how he finds out and how he has to tell.”

(I fished this one out of the garbage of my Google Docs because I’d written most of it and forgotten about it. I dragged it out, prettied it up a little and threw it up on AO3. It is by far my most well read BNHA fic, go figure.)

Leave Her Johnny

-”Captain Hizashi Yamada has combed the Seven Seas looking for the elusive smuggler Eraserhead. He has spent years searching for him, tracking his movements and trying to anticipate where he would be next. But he had never considered what would happen when he finally found him. “

(I wrote a paragraph of this and was immediately like ‘I MUST CREATE THIS’. I take some chances writing wise in this as the whole thing is done in a Victorian Era ish style of writing. But I think it’s effective and the ending is likely one of the best that I’ve ever managed. I’m proud of it.)

Gold Rush

-”"That earned him a laugh and Mashirao’s smile made something in his chest ache, something that made him want to hurt. Why had he ever left?

“I’m really not,” Mashirao was saying but Shinsou just shook his head and kissed him once, twice and wished he could take the sunny afternoon and make it stay forever. Make it stay forever like Mashirao somehow had, while the neighborhood had adjusted without Hitoshi’s permission.

“You are,” he said, “And I love it.”

I love you, he should have said. But as Mashirao’s eyes softened and the blonde pushed him back against the bed, Hitoshi knew he didn��t need to say it."

(You know how sometimes you listen to a Death Cab for Cutie song about gentrification over and over until a fic comes out? Because that’s basically what happened here.)

Black Sun

‘"But then he remembered the way that Shouji had eaten the night after, one hand curled into his hair as he hung back in the corner. Shouji hid when something was wrong, like a wounded cat trying to find a dark place to either live or die and he was being released tomorrow. Now was the time to push or he’d find Shouji right back on his bed, staring at nothing."

Something happened to Shouji on the beach. Tokoyami is sure of it.‘

(Aaaaaand Death Cab for Cutie strikes again. But heyo, my first published ShouToko and it is SOFTTTTT)

In the Far and Mighty West

Mic came closer and despite himself, Shouta could not find it in him to feel afraid. “You won’t understand, not really. I’ll try, though. I’m like Pecos Bill or Paul Bunyan or a jackalope or that fish that your friend caught that he swears he brought in but that you’ve never seen proof of. I’m the herd of dogies moving sweet and steady in the right direction, I’m no stragglers to worry about, I’m that perfect dog that’s there to keep them in line. I’m that group of good friends that you would kill for, I’m the woman who you’re dying to come home to, I’m that promised home of milk and honey. I’m Mic.”

Shouta stared at him dazedly and licked his lips, feeling drunk and stupid as he stared at the man. “You’re… magic?”

“I suppose you could call me that.”

(Cowboy!Erasermic. Inspired heavily by American Gods and my own love of folk heroes.)

In Your Violence

- “'Mezou frowned, eyes narrowing. “Are you trying to say that you’re scared that I’ll be killed by having faith in you?”

“It would be in your best interest to stay away from me,” Fumikage finally said, his voice falling flat and quiet. “I am destined to be a monster.”

'Mezou gets the call he fears, the one that says that Fumikage has lost control again. But this time it's different, in more ways than one.”

(I listened to Silence by Marshmello until I went insane in this is the result. Featuring some of my super depressing headcanons about Shouji! But it’s not awful.)

My hockey fics that I still like:

Hufflepuff Halfwit

- ““Zhenya, the wind is coming from the west, I will not remind you again. You shut that window before the house stinks of factories!” She snapped and Geno stared at the owl as though maybe it would know what to do. But instead, it had given a little hoot and wiggled inside, only to drop it’s letter on the counter.

He turned his head very slowly back to look at his mother, who had suddenly gone very quiet. “It… just showed up, Mama. And um. It brought a letter.” He waited again, looked back at the owl who had begun to nose at the pirozhkis in interest and then looked back at his mother with the best puppy dog eyes he had ever attempted. “Can I keep it?”

(This is a part of my hockey/Harry Potter au that still legitimately haunts my dreams. It’s basically a Sid/Geno in Hogwarts but I really love the world building I got to do with Koldovstoretz, the Russian school of wizardry. Don’t read ‘On the Word of a Slytherin’ though, I’m not as proud of that one.)

The Prince

- “What the fuck.” Matt breathed out, sitting back heavily onto his hotel bed as he stared at his phone.

‘This is Henrik.’ The text read. ‘I would like to meet you. I will book a room in Pittsburgh at your convenience. Let me know what time will work for you.’ -

(Listen, it’s Henrik Lundqvist/Matt Murray smut, I feel like that is novel and interesting and worth your attention. I wax poetic on goalies in this, as you do.)

The Zoo of Toronto

- “No one missed it when a massive porcupine had shuffled in between the reporters with a single minded focus, pushing media away until it was able to grip onto Phil’s suit pants and try to pull itself up. He hadn’t been able to do more then besides pick the animal up before it could shred his pants to shreds and walk out of the locker room before the decision had been made with the Toronto media.

Phil Kessel was guilty.”

(Not gonna lie, this is probably my favorite of the hockey fics I’ve written. And it’s Phil/Carl, which is never found anymore but it was a good pairing.)

#my writing

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recurring-polynya · 4 years ago

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You actually reblogged it! Yay! Thank you so much, I'm glad you did. I keep thinking about 'Brothers in Arms' because it's one of my favorite fics ever and i love everything about it, and just how well you nailed the ChadIshi dynamic down to a T. I think a lot about the dialogue right before this too, because it's my favorite part, but I mainly would love to see a breakdown of this bit: “Do you think he’s in Soul Society?” Uryuu asked. Chad must have been tempted to look. Uryuu knew he would have been, if he didn’t know for a fact that Souken had already moved on.

“I asked Abarai about that, actually,” Chad replied. “Abarai says it’s complicated, exactly how it gets decided where you go, but Oscar had a strong connection to his home and his friends, so he is most likely in the Mexican Land of the Dead.” A small smile crept onto Chad’s face. “My dream is to one day take a trip back to Mexico for el Día de los Muertos, and see him again.”

brothers in arms

Wowwww this bit is really rich! You would not think I would have so much to say about two paragraphs AND YET.

So for starters, you ever read a fic and it’s not even that big of a fic, but it just sticks in your head forever? Anyway, I am never not thinking about Not a Good Idea, a drabble about Oscar and Souken and Sora meeting up in Soul Society. It’s funny that each of the Karakura kids has some really important person that died on them, and even though the whole series is about life after death, aside from Sora’s short storyline, we never get to see any of them again.

I thoroughly admit that I may be wrong, but my reading of the dialogue in Uryuu’s fight with Kurotsuchi is that Souken went to Soul Society after dying, was immediately captured, and experimented on until he died again. I’ve posited this before-- that when the shinigami “exterminated” the Quincy, they killed them as living humans, and then hunted down and killed them as souls again so that they would get chucked back into the resurrection cycle and lose their Quincy powers. I think that the Wandenreich Quincy are actually either dead, and escaped this second killing, or born-as-souls (like shinigami nobles), descended from dead Quincy. I have absolutely no basis for this, it’s just what I think. That’s what I meant about Uryuu knowing that Souken had moved on.

I really, really love writing Renji knowing things. Something that you don’t really pick up the first time you read/watch Bleach is that Rukia seems like she knows a lot about how the afterlife works, but honestly, she is constantly just spitballin’. This makes sense! She never finished school! She’s a con artist! And if she’s learned anything as a noble, it’s that you can just say stuff with authority, and people will believe you! She’s a liar and a mansplainer and I love this for her. Conversely, Renji did finish school and he works for Byakuya and some of his best friends are nerds. I always like to write him as a guy who is very curious how things work, cities and squads and bureaucracies, and even though he pretends to be a cool himbo jock, he actually knows a shit-ton about the practicalities of being a grim reaper, beyond just killing monsters. I am also enamored with the idea of Soul Society, Hueco Mundo, and Hell being just a few of an infinite set of spiritual/magical planes (this may have come out of another fanfic that lives in my head rent-free, The Roots of Heaven). Afterlives are one of my very favorite bits of folklore, they are so varied and cool! I wrote a fic once that mentioned Renji corresponding with the Russian Afterlife, I have precedent. I also like to think about Renji and Chad spending a ton of time together during the Advance Team Arc, just hanging out and talking about little things, and I love to drop in little references to that whenever possible.

As soon as I put in that bit about going to Mexico for Day of the Dead, I wanted it as a fic more than I could say. The Karakura Kids would all be young adults, maybe shortly after Uryuu and Chad get married. (What if Ryuuken paid for it? As a wedding gift??? I would die) I feel like Chad would have this deep yearning to know if Oscar approved of him. People tend to get really hung up on the wording for Chad’s vow not to use his fists for Bad, but these things are rarely so clear-cut in real life. I mean, Oscar wanted Chad to not get in fights with neighborhood kids, he certainly did not foresee his grandson developing supernatural powers and traveling to other realms to save the nature of existence. Not to mention the gay thing. Astute readers may note that everytime I write a post-canon fic, I make Chad a social worker who boxes as a hobby. I feel strongly that this is perfectly canon compliant (just like Chad and Uryuu getting married, of course)

This is one of those fics that I would love to read but do not feel qualified to write (to be perfectly honest, in my heart, I want you to write it 😂)-- I would probably crib a bunch of the worldbuilding from Coco, because that movie slapped. I actually think that Oscar was probably a pretty fun-loving guy, I mean, look at this dude, he clearly fucks:

and I like to believe that in any Afterlife, you shed some of effects of age, and also, he’s not responsible for an angry kid who just lost his parents. I think he would be way more Fun than Chad was expecting, and by Fun, I mean, he and Ichigo would definitely cause an International Afterlife Incident, like they would release some ancient spirit or something that would then run around Starting Shit. The Mexican Afterlife calls up Soul Society and is like “come get your boy” and they send Rukia and Renji because who else wants to deal with Ichigo, and Renji has to spend the entire time negotiating extradition treaties at the embassy, except he can’t sit down because he’s got Ichika strapped to his chest. Rukia would run off to help the Karakura Kids and be like “I am off maternity leave and am down to clown” and she and Oscar would get along great.

Anyway, OF COURSE Oscar would approve of Chad, who would not approve of Chad? and he would be like "Uryuu is not a person I ever would have imagined for you, but he clearly really loves you, what else matters?” Again, look at him, I think he had some boyfriends in the 70′s and also I do not care to write homophobia in my fics, I prefer to make everyone at least a little gay instead. Also, Uryuu deserves someone to take a look at him and say, “hi there, you’re my family now,” with no caveats or expectations, which is basically how I imagined it going down in Tell You My Sins.

#dvd commentary meme #when i was looking for pics i realized that the anime makes Oscar way more GILF-y than the manga #the one good thing the anime ever did #still tho #those suspenders #that stache

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lalahbug · 4 years ago

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End of Summer - Death the Kid x Reader

Fandom: Soul Eater Word Count: 1,661 My Masterlist Warnings/disclaim: general None Author’s Note: Originally posted on DeviantArt, under the same username, on 10/06/2016. Was revamped/edited in 2020 ___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting. Story under cut

Maka and Kid were sitting on the bench at the basketball court while Soul and Black*Star were playing a one on one game, with Patty being their cheerleader, well until she got distracted. Tsubaki and Liz were planning the party, occasionally asking Kid questions, since the party would be at his house. They were sitting near Maka and Kid so that they could easily ask each other questions

“I feel like we are missing someone from our guest list.” Kid thought loud-out to Maka, who had just read the list off to Kid, so he wouldn’t freak out over the asymmetrical writing.

“What about ___?” Tsubaki asked.

Everyone went silent. Kid just stared at her.

“Well, she used to be our friend. I sort of miss her being around.” Liz said, to back up Tsubaki, who went quiet and shy from Kid’s cold stare.

Kid looked away from Liz and Tsubaki and over to the idiots playing basketball. “She won’t come.”

“It’s the thought that counts, we can at least sent her an invitation,” Maka said trying to change his mind.

“Fine.” Kid stated and stood up. “I have to go put in the order for the invitations then.” He walked away.

Once Kid was out of sight. “I didn’t think he would become gloomy at the thought of her.”

“Well they stopped talking right before school ended and she hasn’t been around since,” Liz commented.

“Why did they break up anyway?” Tsubaki asked.

“There was a rumor that they got into a fight, but Kid won’t talk about it. I think she started to feel insecure and inferior to Kid, with him being a reaper. But the truth is they never really broke up, she just stopped talking to him and avoided him. They haven’t talked all summer but he hasn’t really tried more than once to talk to her. She ignored him once, and he never tried again. There was no closure. I think Kid is just hurt and doesn’t understand...”

“I think they should talk it out, they have been together for like two years.”

“Death doesn’t approve of ___.” Soul came over, all sweaty with Black*Star.

“What why?”

“She’s not strong, she’s very easy to get information out of, unlike the Great Black*Star!” Black*Star gloated.

“How do you know this?” Maka asked Soul.

“She told me. I ran into her about a week after school ended.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“Because she’s been training with Stein, to be stronger. So Death will approve of her. I figured they’d be back together by now, so I didn’t feel like it was important”

“Although he’s unconventional, he is a good teacher.” Liz shuddered at the thought of training with Stein. “Well I am tired of seeing Kid in a slump and I miss ___. So we’ve got to make a plan!” Everyone nodded in agreement.

___ was drying her hair after her shower when there was a knock on the door. Wondering who it was, she quickly put the towel down and headed to the door and opened it.

“Hey, ___!” Maka and Tsubaki said in sync.

“Oh, hey.” She stood back and opened the door more so they could come in.

“It’s so nice to see you.” Tsubaki hugged her, which caused ___ to smile and hug her back.

“It’s nice to see both of you.”

“So, we did come for a reason.” Maka smiled at ___. She tilted her head to the side in response. “There is an end of summer party at Gallows Mansion. We want you to come.” Maka extended her arm, with the invitation in her hand. ___ stared at it for a moment before taking it from Maka, then looked at her.

“I don’t think I should go.”

“You should, we all really miss you. You’ve been with all of us for two years. Don’t just leave us.” Maka grabbed ___’s hand. “Please?”

“I don’t think, Kid would want to see me.”

“What about us though? You can just hang out with me and Soul at the party, you don’t even have to see Kid. The whole school will be there, it’s so unlikely you’ll even see him.” She smiled at ___.

“Okay, I guess.” ___ smiled back.

“You promise?” ___ nodded. “Soul and I will pick you up on the night of the party, it’s formal so make sure that you dress up, I don’t want you to feel out of place.”

“I don’t have any dresses though.”

�� “What about the dress Kid bought you for a long time ago? It’s really pretty on you and you haven’t worn it in a long time. I doubt Kid will even remember that was the dress he got you.” Tsubaki smiled, easing ___’s mind.

“He probably doesn’t.” They all giggled and started talking about different things.

“Oh, thanks. So do you. Where’s Maka?”

Soul knocked on ___’s door and waited for a moment before knocking again. ___ opened the door. “Wow, you look great.”

“Liz needed some help with something at the party, so I was asked to escort you.” He offered an arm out to her, she smiled and took his arm and they left for Gallows Mansion.

Soul and ___ walked in, with her clinging to his side, a little scared. Kid was up on the balcony, watching everyone. He noticed her immediately. Absolutely beautiful, yet she looked scared. Kid was debating on going up to her when Liz came by.

“Let her be.”

Kid glared at her. “Why?”

“At least, for now, let her relax a bit and have some fun. Plus, remember what I told you. You’ve worked that out with your Dad, you can work it out with her soon.”

“I guess,” Kid sighed. “She looks amazing and I don’t like her clinging to Soul.” He grumbled. Which caused Liz to giggle a bit.

Maka and ___ were hanging out together.

“Hey, ___, do you want to go get some drinks then sit down?” Maka asked while linking arms with her, she nodded. They walked over to the refreshments table, getting some drinks. “Now let’s go sit somewhere quieter.” Not waiting for a response, Maka dragged ___ into a room with an open door. Carrying ___’s drink for her. Then Maka pushed her into the room. “Sorry!” Then she quickly closed the door.

Confused, ___ turned around and tried to open the door.

“You can’t avoid me anymore.”

___ froze before slowly turning around to see Kid standing in the corner. She leaned back against the door, as Kid walked towards her.

“You look really beautiful,” he looked into her eyes, his eyes seemed sad. She felt heat come to her cheeks. “You’re only making it better by blushing.” He smirked, she looked away and an awkward silence hung there for a moment. “Will you come to sit down with me? I want to talk to you.” The young reaper walked away to sit down. ___ stayed against the door for a moment. “Please?” Kid pleaded.

She hesitantly moved from her spot and sat down on the couch, but ___ sat far away from Kid.

“I still love you,” he paused, but she didn’t reply. “I know what my dad said, I wish you would have just talked to me. But instead, you ran.” He glanced over at her, she was listening, but was looking at her hands in her lap. He faced her more and sat closer to her. “I’m sorry for not trying myself, but you should have talked to me. Why didn’t you just talk to me?”

“Because I don’t want to hold you back. Death told me I am unfit to be with you because I’m not strong enough. I guess I proved his point by running away,” she smoothed out her dress a bit, she was shaking, but kept her words level.

“You’re strong enough to leave me behind, so I can have a better future. Even though you love me,” he reached over and took her hand. “But my future seems very somber without you, I had to actually find out how glum my life is without you now. I’ve talked to my dad and Stein. They are to stay out of our relationship. My dad has finally seen how happy you make me.” He sat closer to her but noticed her flinching a bit as he came closer.

“Please come back to me?” Kid kissed her cheek and she flinched again from the kiss. But she didn’t refuse him, nor answered him. “___?” Kid put his hand on her arm, then moved his hand up to her face. Taking her chin and moving her face so he could get a read on her.

“Look at me… Please?” Kid was almost pleading.

___ slowly let her eyes meet Kid’s. His eyes were filled with sorrow. She looked back down.

“You’re weaker when you’re with me.”

“No, I’m not. When I have you, I am stronger because I have someone I love and want to protect. I am weak when you’re gone. Don’t do this to us,” Kid moved her face closer to hers, leaning their foreheads together. “Get that shit out of your head. Forget what my father said. I know that you love me.”

“I do.” Everything she had held to onto, came undone. Tears started to stream, she moved to cover her eyes, unsure why she was even crying.

Kid hugged her close to him. “You don’t have to be strong. I just need you to be my emotional support and I’ll be your strength.”

___ hugged Kid tightly before kissing him.

“Finally!” Soul groaned, with the gang behind him.

“Thank you for arranging this.” Kid smiled while ___ blushed.

“Anything to make sure our end of the summer is happy again.”

“Yay~! Happy ending!” Patty cheered.

“But we have school starting Monday,” Maka said happily, earning a groan from everyone.

“So much for a happy ending,” Liz mumbled, before smiling at the renewed couple on the couch.

#fanfic #fanficition #death the kid #kid x reader #kid/reader #soul eater #soul eater fanfic #lalahbug #lalah writes #reader insert #xreader #self insert

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hms-chill · 4 years ago

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The Long Way

A nice fun Liam/Spencer fic, because these boys deserve the world.

Summary: (Alternately titled “SOMEONE GIVE LIAM A HUG” or “Stronk Farm Boyfriends”)Liam’s just finishing up vet school, and he’s a month shy of achieving the thing he’s been working for since he was a kid. When he gets called out to a farm to witness a calf birth and notices something wrong, under-researched, and curable, it’s the perfect thing to treat and document so he can write a paper that will jump-start his career. Of course, the fact that the calf is owned by a cute dairy farmer doesn’t hurt, either.

Chapter one // Chapter 5 // On AO3

Chapter 6

As he drives home, Liam tries his best to process what exactly just happened. He hadn't planned to tell Spencer about needing meds; that's the kind of thing that usually gets him worried looks at best and requests to 'borrow' some at worst. But Spencer hadn't been weird about it, and that in itself feels weird. He would have known how to deal with the jokes, or the concern, but treating ADHD like it's something completely normal isn't something that Liam's used to. He's even less used to people helping him deal with it, and he's still processing that as he pulls into his parking spot and starts to move everything Spencer's sent him home with into his apartment. It takes two trips to get the various bags and boxes and baskets up, and Liam puts away milk and vegetables and dinner leftovers before he finally acknowledges the two care packages set on his kitchen floor.

He's not sure how to feel about them, and he has no idea what to expect. Some of his friends get care packages, but he's never gotten one. Spencer's feels like the safer place to start, so he settles on the floor and opens it first to find it packed full of goodies. There's a mug, and a hand lotion with a note that it's the one Spencer swears by for long days on the farm, and a little candle. The note on it says this says it relieves stress and I don't know how much I believe it, but you need all the help you can get, which is enough to startle a bit of a laugh out of Liam. There are matches in the box, too, and snack mixes and other treats packed between things, and it's so thoughtful that Liam has to just take a minute and look at it all. He can imagine Spencer putting this together, adding notes about how drinking coffee out of a mug might help Liam slow down in the morning or writing out exactly what's in the snack mix. Everything is so carefully done, and just knowing that Spencer would take the time to do something like this for him, just because he watched a few movies, is surreal.

The other care package is still there, so Liam forges ahead, opening it before he lets himself become overwhelmed by Spencer's. There's a card on top from Spencer's parents, thanking him for doing the chores and keeping Spencer healthy, and it's got their numbers on the bottom in case Liam ever needs them. He can't imagine calling them, given that parents don't tend to like him and people he needs help from often like him even less, but it's nice to know that they're an option if he's ever truly desperate. It's thoughtful that they offered, and everything else in the box is thoughtful, too. There are homemade cookies with instructions on how to heat them up so they're gooey again, and a nice water bottle with a note that they worry he's only drinking coffee because Spencer never drank enough water in school. There's a framed picture of Annie and a set of command strips to hang it, because they've been in enough apartments owned by boys his age to know that he probably hasn't decorated on his own, and enough snacks and baked goods to last him weeks (complete with instructions on how to freeze and reheat some of it), and a few pasta and sauce options because they know he doesn't have much time to cook. It's thoughtful in a way that feels refined, like it's a variant on a care package they'd have sent Spencer in school, and even that simple fact threatens to overwhelm Liam. Knowing that they think of him as even a bit like Spencer feels like a huge honor, and the fact that they'd both put something like this together without ever meeting him makes him wonder if maybe, they wouldn't dislike him as much as other parents have.

He texts Spencer his thanks, asking him to pass it on to his parents, and puts the food away in a bit of a daze. It doesn't quite sink in until he's looking around for a place to put the picture of Annie, which feels much too fancy for his apartment, but when it does, he has to sit down. Three different people put time, money, and energy into making him feel special. Just because he hung out with Spencer for a week, eating his food and watching some movies. It seems impossible; he'd known that there were people like this but could never have imagined he'd meet them.

There's nothing to do but find a place on his desk for the candle, and one above it for Annie's picture, and go to bed still trying to believe that people care about him enough to send him things. The care packages are still there as he falls asleep, and they're still there when he wakes up in the morning. They haven't faded with his dreams or disappeared overnight like some sort of magic.

The good coffee Spencer bought him is still in his cupboard, right above the mug he drinks it out of as he texts Spencer another thank you. Spencer tells him to take his time and relax with his coffee before he comes out to the farm, so Liam tries his best. He's got a library book on its second renewal sitting on his desk, so he picks that up while he has toast from Spencer's parents for breakfast. It feels like he's cheating somehow, like he's not really serious about school if he's willing to take a break like this. It feels like he can't really want to be a vet if he's going to spend his mornings reading for fun, so he sets the book aside and flips open a textbook instead.

It opens directly to a page about the importance of rest. He reads almost a full paragraph about how important it is to let animals rest between tricks, how a dog who's constantly working will learn to hate the work and their owner, before he closes the book with a deep breath. He's going to be working all day at the farm; he can take a break for breakfast.

When he's finished eating breakfast, washing his dishes, and reading a chapter of his book, he texts Spencer and packs up. He almost forgets the picnic basket, and he wonders if he should put something in it as he heads down to his car, but knowing Liam spent money on him might just make Spencer feel guilty at this point. He'll have to do something later; when he's taken his test and is doing better financially he'll have to throw Spencer a big thank you dinner. For now, he loads the picnic basket and his bag into the car, then settles in the front, turning his music up and rolling the windows down. The drive to the farm is familiar now, and with the wind in his hair and music in his ears, Liam can almost forget how stressed he is.

He knows that carrying all the shit he's dealing with isn't healthy. He's seen the stress studies on people and animals alike, and he's felt the impacts as much as any test subject. He knows the exhaustion, the headaches and the muscle tension. He knows the sleepless nights and racing heart that come with looming deadlines, and he knows the constant worry that he's simply not good enough to face whatever comes next. By this point, he could probably be used in a study like the ones he's read as an example of the consequences of long term stress. But the only way out is through, and the only thing worse than dealing with it on his own would be pushing it off onto someone else. He doesn't need guilt piled on. So he does what he can to find moments like this, when his music's loud and the wind blows through his hair to carry his fears out the window. When he finds these moments, he does his best to savor them, to sing along and let the weight of the world fall off his shoulders for a bit.

As he pulls up to the farm, rattling over the cattle gate with a grin, he expects the stress to come back. He expects it to all crash down onto him again as he parks the car, stopping his music and climbing out. As soon as he settles his bag over his shoulders, he expects the stress to come with it, but somehow, everything feels lighter here. It just feels better not to be stuck in a shitty apartment, especially on a day like this. It's gorgeous out, and maybe, if he can find a nice spot in reach of Spencer's Wi-Fi, he'll be able to study outside.

He's just starting toward the house when he hears his name, and he turns to see Spencer coming out of the barn with a grin.

"Thought I heard your car. How're you doing?"

“I’m better. I’m... I'm a lot better than last night. I’m sorry about all that.”

“Hey, no apology necessary. You just needed a hand, and I’m glad I could help out. I was thinking we could get you set up on the porch for today if you want? My mama brought some iced tea, so we can get you a glass, and there’s a nice table where I used to do my homework and a view of the pasture from there. It's not a fancy office or anything, but I thought maybe you'd prefer it.”

"Definitely better than an office," Liam says, not even trying to hide his grin. Spencer grins, too, and leads the way through the house to a wide back porch. He shows Liam the table and vanishes, reappearing with iced tea and some cookies just as Liam’s getting settled. At the cookies, Liam rolls his eyes with a smile. “Dude, you’re spoiling me.”

Spencer just laughs. “Look, I love Mama, but I don’t think she’s realized I don’t have roommates anymore. She packages cookie plates like there’s a family of ten living here; I just need your help eating them.”

“Did you used to have roommates?” Liam asks. He should be studying, but if he starts studying then Spencer might leave, and he doesn't want Spencer to go just yet. Spencer nods in answer to his question.

“I had a bunch in college. I haven’t out here, though there’s certainly room for it. But not many people want to rent this far from the university and the downtown area, and I feel like it would be weird renting to just anyone. I'm living here, and it's my childhood home and all; I don't know. It would feel sort of uncomfortable.”

Liam nods, and Spencer turns to go inside, leaving Liam to buckle down on his studying. Spencer comes and goes, refilling his iced tea and making sure Liam knows he’s nearby in case he needs to be quizzed or anything. Eventually, he brings out two full plates and asks, “is now an okay time for a lunch break, or should I leave you to it? You can tell me to go away if you want.”

“Now’s good,” Liam says, shifting things to make room as he looks up at Spencer with a grin. “Thank you so much for this, really, I... I don’t know if I could have spent another day like yesterday. My apartment isn't exactly the best place to be right now; my neighbors smoke just... so much weed, and it's just in general sort of... this is a better place for sure."

“It’s honestly not a problem. I like having someone else out here; even if we don’t talk or even interact much it’s nice to be around someone. I... I didn’t really notice until Annie, but it can get lonely out here. I don't know; maybe I should look into getting a roommate instead of dragging people out to visit me.”

Liam almost says he’s looking for a place to live next year, but he bites it back and focuses on his food instead. He can’t ask Spencer for something like that, not with his budget. Any room or space Spencer's looking to rent out would be worth so much more than what Liam could afford. Spencer might say yes anyway, but it would be out of pity, and as much as he loves it out here, Liam can’t spend a year as a pity tenant. Instead, he just ignores the comment and the conversation shifts. They talk about work and cows and movies in theaters that they both sort of know neither of them are going to make it to. Liam thanks Spencer at least three times, and each time, Spencer thanks him in return, for coming out and keeping him company.

By the third time, Spencer sets down his utensils and looks Liam in the eye, so seriously that Liam mirrors him, swallowing the food in his mouth automatically as he gets ready for Spencer to be upset. But Spencer just says, “I like spending time with you. You’re my friend, and you’re fun to hang out with. I... I don’t know who convinced you otherwise, or if you convinced yourself, but I’m being completely honest when I say that I like you. You don’t have to apologize for being part of my life, especially not when I’m the one who invited you in. And you don’t have to constantly thank me, either. It’s... you’re not some kind of problem I have to deal with or anything like that; I’m glad to spend time with you. I... I guess what I’m getting at is that I like you, like... as a person. Honestly.”

Liam’s bright red as he looks back at his food and mumbles a thank you, which feels counter intuitive to what Spencer’s just said about thanking him, but it feels like the only appropriate response. He wants to apologize, but that feels wrong, too, so instead he just says, “I’m... like I said, I’m... I’m sort of new to things like this, but, um, I... I appreciate you.”

Spencer smiles, bumping his knee against Liam’s under the table. “Hey, I appreciate you, too. I... if you have to keep studying tell me, but I was hoping to take the horses out for a long ride today, and you absolutely don’t have to, but if you want to come, I’d like the company. You don’t have to, though! I don’t want to pull you away from something more important.”

“Maybe... how long would it take? And could you wait to see how I feel about things later? I think I could come, but I... it would be a good reward when I'm done for the day, if you don’t mind waiting. I just know if I went now, I wouldn't be able to stop thinking about how much I still have to work on.”

"That sounds good; it might be cooler later anyway. We can wait and see, and then just go as long as you have time for."

“I’d like that,” Liam says, and they talk about where they’ll go as they bring the dishes inside, Liam rinsing them off as Spencer loads the dishwasher. Liam’s just starting on some of the bigger dishes, arguing with Spencer that he should be allowed to do the hand washing since Spencer got the food ready, when the doorbell rings. Spencer goes to get it, calling back to Liam that he should leave the dishes where they are. Liam ignores him at first, but when he hears Spencer invite someone in, he finishes up and starts back out to the porch to be out of the way.

He’s not fast enough. Before he can get out, Spencer’s leading two women into the kitchen, talking with them easily.

"Liam, these are my neighbors, Cat and Addy. Cat, Addy, this is Liam. He's... he's the friend I told you about who looked after me when I wasn't feeling good last week."

“Liam, it’s so good to meet you,” Addie says, coming to shake his hand with a grin. “Spencer’s told us how much you helped him out.”

“If you can get this kid to stay on bed rest for that long, you must be some kind of miracle worker,” Cat says, ruffling Spencer’s hair.

“It was nothing. I just hung out here at night, took care of the morning chores, nothing big. I used to live by a place like this and I'd help my neighbors, so it's not like it was anything too new or hard. Honestly, I’ve sort of missed it.”

"Wait, Addy, don't we have a little something for Liam?" Cat asks, and Addy nods.

"We do! It's in the gator we brought over; y'all stay put."

"I don't--" Liam protests, but she's already gone, saying something about how Spencer can come with her if he wants to see something. Cat doesn't seem the type to negotiate what he does or doesn't deserve or need, but still, he says, "Spencer and his parents both already thanked me; I don't need anything else. It wasn't a big deal, really."

“Well, we heard about everything you did, and Spencer mentioned you don’t really have family in the area, so we just wanted you to know that if you need anything, anything at all, you can call us. Addy’s little package has our contract info in it, just in case.”

“Thank you, I... you didn’t have to, really. I’m okay.” When Liam looks up again, Spencer’s leaving the room and Cat is a bit closer. She hesitates for a minute, then puts a hand on his arm, making sure she has his attention.

“I... I haven’t had any biological family since the ‘80s, but Spencer’s parents and Addy made me their family. So if there’s anything we can do to make it feel like you’ve got a family of your own, let me know, alright?”

Liam just nods, trying to swallow the sudden lump in his throat. Spencer and Addy come back in together, and Cat takes a step back with a smile as Addy hands Liam a box that he wouldn’t exactly describe as little. He’s not sure how big care packages are supposed to be; this marks his third ever. Still, it seems like a lot, but Addy won’t let him complain or return any of it. Liam tells her that Spencer and his parents have already thanked him, but Addy points out that they would have been doing the morning chores if he hadn’t, and Cat threatens to sneak the gift into his car if he won’t accept it. Only once he’s agreed to keep it, thanking them over and over, does Spencer suggest they let him study. That kicks off a round of questions about his test, followed by well wishes and another round of thank yous. Then there are reassurances that they’re glad to have met and other pleasantries before Liam is settling back out on the porch to try and process everything as he gets back to work.

His mind keeps sticking on his conversation with Cat. Somehow, she seems to know more about him than he'd told even Spencer. That should probably scare him, to know someone can read him that easily, but it doesn't. Instead, he realizes that it might make him willing to ask her for help. Of all the people who've offered him help in the past twenty four hours, she's certainly the one he'd be most likely to accept it from. He wonders briefly when the last time he would have asked for guidance or help from a 'real adult' was, and he shifts his focus to work instead of trying to think about that. If he's honest with himself, he's not entirely sure he wants to know the answer.

Aside from Cat and Addy’s visit, the afternoon follows the same pattern as the morning. Spencer’s in and out while Liam studies, offering to help and refilling snacks and iced tea as needed. Liam gets in a good amount of studying, and when the words feel like they’re running together and is brain is too tired to think anymore, he doesn't push himself. Instead, he closes his book and texts Spencer to ask if he’s ready to ride.

They get the horses tacked up easily enough, Liam following Spencer’s lead as they finish up and leave the barn. Spencer urges his horse faster, through a trot and into a canter, and Liam does the same, adjusting as he learns her gate and gets used to being in the saddle again. When they get to an open field, he can tell she wants to go, so he lets her gallop ahead, looking back over his shoulder as Spencer laughs and urges his horse to join them. They race across the field, laughing and egging each other on until they reach a little stream where the horses slow and stop to drink, settling down while the boys on their backs catch their breath. Spencer grins at him, face flushed and hair blown back by the wind, looking almost carefree for the first time since Liam carried him in from the barn.

“Why do I ever do this alone? It’s so much more fun with you; you should just come out every week and exercise them with me." He seems to realize what he's asked a minute later and adds, "I mean, if you want; you don’t have to obviously. But I could get you dinner; we could maybe do picnics, at least until it gets cold.”

“That sounds like a good deal to me,” Liam says, grinning back. “I haven’t ridden in a bit, but it’s like riding a bike. Only the bike is alive, and a lot bigger.”

Spencer laughs, and Liam can’t help his smile. This Spencer, the one who’s not worried or overworked, is so, so incredible. There has to be a way to help him stay like this. He’s happy, and after a moment, Liam realizes he’s happy, too. Maybe if they do rides like this every Sunday, it’ll be a start toward a happier Spencer. He knows coming out here regularly will make him happier, and as they start up into the woods, talking and laughing, he can’t help but hope that having company will do the same for his friend.

As they ride through the back of the ranch and it feels like everything else falls away, Liam can't help but hope that Spencer gets to relax like this more often. At the very least, hopefully he'll be able to find these moments more regularly. He seems comfortable and unstressed, and he keeps crediting it to having company, which feels good. Maybe, even once he gets sick of Liam being around, he'll have learned that having company for weekly rides makes him happy. He can invite Addy or Cat or one of his friends out to ride with him, and really, just knowing that Spencer has moments like these, where his smiles come easily and he's as relaxed as he can be on the back of a horse, would be enough to make Liam happy to have known him.

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Notes:

The picture of Annie hanging over Liam's desk is brought to you by the picture of a highland cow hanging over my desk. Annie's not a highland, because they're in Texas and it's too hot, but they're both cows so close enough.

Also, I think the issue with these two is that they both assume they're a minor character in the other's story when they are in fact the love interest. Like you know how Liam was very much a piece of character development in RWRB? I think that's how he sees himself in Spencer's life, too.

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#my fic: rwrb #the long way #liam rwrb #Spencer (rwrb)#liam/spencer #rwrb fic #red white and royal blue fanfic #red white and royal blue

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cyberdva · 5 years ago

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Lost Grieving- Richie Tozier X Reader {Chapter 1☆}

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Summary- The reader gets stuck in strange implications and finds herself in Derry, Maine, the location of the infamous Steven King book ‘IT’. Unknowingly she stumbles across the Neibolt House, the dirty and burnt remains of a tragic fire. She remembers what horrors had happened and is hesitant to stay. What will happen when she runs into the one and only Losers Club? What will they do if the strange new girl claiming to be from another universe, tells them they’re all made up characters from a book? Will she help them ‘defeat’ the morbid Pennywise or give up and be lost in perishable hell forever, filled with lost grieving. Proceed with caution when you drive into this tale of horror, humor, and a handful of twisted romance with Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier.

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Word Count: 2k

Date Uploaded: 10/17/19

A/N: The first chapter got so much love, so I knew I had to write the next chapter ASAP!! Thank you guys so much!! Also the long italicised paragraphs is an excerpt from the book to put into perspective the problem from a background source, kind of like an example basically.

Warnings: Cursing

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“Excuse me?” the small boy peered up at me, he picked up what seemed to be an inhaler. He didn’t have his signature cast yet, I was here before most of the catastrophe. How should I approach him, there’s no way I’m telling him directly, he wouldn’t believe me. What the hell should I tell him then? He stared at me like I was crazy, taking a step back for good measure. I mean I don’t blame him, I look like I’ve been rolling in the dirt. I panicked, it was going to happen one way or another.

“Uh, I think I’m lost.” It was a simple explanation, he kept looking at me, like I had five heads.

He gave me a swift look of disgust, probably since I was covered in dirt. “I’m sorry my mom told me not to talk to strangers.” Shit. He was the germaphobe, eternally clung to his mother’s side, until she dies at sixty-six.

“I’m sorry, I need to get home.” He brushed past me and jumped at the sudden contact, his pills flooded out from his fanny pack and piled onto the ground. Some rolled forwards while most of them flew in different directions. An abundance of different pill bottles fell next, the short boy looked at the now germ infested medicine in horror.

I didn’t know what to do,”Do you want my help or would you prefer me not to touch?” He dropped to the ground and sorted pills by color and stuffing them back into the right tube.

“How do I know that you’re not some psychopath that could kill me?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

“Fair point, just grab the red ones. Be careful my mom will flip of she figures out what just happened.”

Ah, Mrs.Kaspbrak, a woman that completely overprotects her child to the point of isolation and creates illnesses just to keep him ‘safe.’ I thought of the book, how it showed his mom slowly incasing his youth in a small orange pill bottle.

Eddie gasped. He could see a foot floating inside a shole filled with green smoke. The bones in his foot! He crossed his great big toe over his second toe and the eldritch bones in the scope made an X that was not white, but goblin-green. He could see-

His mother shrieked, a rising sound of panic cut through the quiet shoe store like a runaway reaper-blade, like a firebell, like doom on horseback. He jerked his startled, dismayed face out of the viewer and saw her pelting towards him across the store in her stocking feet, her dress flying out behind her. She knocked a chair over and one of those shoe-measuring things that always tickled his feet went flying. Here bosom heaved. Her mouth was a scarlet O of horror. Faces turned to follow her progress.

“Eddie get off there!” she screamed. “Get off there!” Those machines give you cancer! Get off there! Eddie! Eddieee-!”

I remember that chapter, I felt so bad for Eddie and yet I’m here ‘talking’ to him. Reality keeps straying quicker and quicker away from me. Next thing you know I’ll be fooling around with the damn Losers Club. As fun as that seems I had ongoing worry, is my mom ok? Will I be ok? Am I in a coma?

I couldn’t stop thinking about my fate, could I be dying. Is this the last moment I’ll spend until my time is up. In Derry, Maine! The ‘shittiest place on earth.’ After all these murders and that clown rampaging in the sewers I see why the town was coined the title.

Most importantly to the subject, why does Eddie have so many pills? We began to pick each up out of the sorting it didn’t take long to pick them all up. No eye contact was made, my chances were dialing, if anyone could help me with this phenomena it would be the clown-fighting teens.

Eddie looked around, “I’m missing one.” How the hell does he know that. Lurking silence was downed upon us as we glanced around a grim voice cut in.

“Do you think this will help me, Eddie?”

We whipped our heads above us, a creature will drool castading out from its mouth crouched holding the last red pill. Its hair was knotted, ratty. Lumps and sores were plucked all over its thin and lanky body. There was no nose, horrible retching sounds came out of it as it inhaled and exhaled. Ripped cloth adorned the body, bandages came as a pair. A huge pile of them were attached to its left ‘foot.’ A moan escaped his mouth area, Eddie groaned. The two of us scattered as we ran from the monster. I remembered this from the newer movie and book, IT is here, he found us. How can I even see it, only people affected by….. Shit. The monster got up and limped towards us, we were cornered. I was racked with fear, tears filled my eyes and my vision was inconceivable. It screamed and retched as we ran towards the dirty Neibolt house. The makeshift cast banged against the ground with such force and rhythm, he was on our tails.

Eddie made sure to check back to see if he was dreaming or not, his nerves got the best of him and he kept tripping. A few tears escaped my eyes, I couldn’t be scared isn’t that what the clown wants? I know I couldn’t die from this, but if I see IT what will stop me from just that. We reached a fence, the screaming stopped, as did the banging. I glanced behind me. This can’t be real.

Above all the grass and weeds was what you could only read about, what you could only dream about, something that you should never see in real life. It should’ve been a fictional character, in a book, but there it was, right in front of me. That’s when I realized I can’t go back, how can I wake up from this, it’s real. It has to be.

Pennywise the Dancing Clown.

Rows of red, rubbery balloons covered his face. His white clown outfit hung in ruffles with three red pom-poms. The balloons went above his head, disappearing into oblivion. A crooked smile was slapped across his face. ‘Just Kill me now.’ I thought. It was him, down to the makeup and hair. Eddie was petrified.

“Where ya going Eds?” His voice made a shiver go up my spine. “Shouldn’t you be home by now?”

The clown looked over to me, “And you, Y/N. You can’t go home, can you?” He giggled. What does he mean, why can’t I go home. I want to be in bed, waiting for that last day of school.

“Come join the clown Eds.” Eddie looked at me. “You’ll float down here.” IT shrugged his shoulders.

“We all float down here. Yes we do!”

A shrill laugh came out of its mouth, why did this have to happen to me! Eddie screamed and I followed him as we ran through a fence parting. His breaths were choppy, the boy fell once more and the sound of a balloon popping was all that was left.

He glanced back at me, “Please tell me you saw that too.”

#eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier imagines #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier #fandom #fanfic #fanfiction #it #it ch 1 #pennywise #richie tozier x you

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warlock-enthusiast · 4 years ago

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Waking up slow

The Wayhaven Chronicles

Adam du Mortain x female Detective (in the future)

Detective Kat Kingston faces a murder, Unit Bravo and her mother. (Not always sticking with the canon)

Chapter 4: Drinking and thralls

AO3 link

Chapter 1 / 2 / 3

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“Another one?” Kat clinked their empty glasses together. “Another one! You go. I…” Tina tilted her head, carefully deciding if standing up seemed like a good decision or not. “Eh, just go!”

So, that was the answer to that.

Kat took a deep breath and pushed herself up. She’d tried to pace herself, one cocktail, one shot. And she’d failed spectacularly. After three cocktails and five shots, Kat felt wasted. Wobbly legs, a tad crossed-eyed and surely far too unsure of her surroundings. In hindsight, she’d never been particularly talented in going out without getting drunk. Probably in direct correlation with self-esteem and crippling bouts of depression. Tonight had all been about reminiscing about old times and forgetting the present for a while.

But, well. Kat wasn’t here to analyze herself. No, not today, Sir!

For once, she tried to forget about the case and past and her mother and just concentrate on being alive (and drunk). Pushing away the nagging conscience, which bothered her, because of two dead people and a killer on the loose.

Not to mention weird Doctor Murphy and his empty eyes and strange behaviour.

She leaned over the bar and smiled. “Tequila sunrise! Two.”

“Yes, Detective Kingston.” Chen raised a brow, said nothing, and turned around to mix the cocktails.

Getting back to Tina seemed more exhausting than before and her friend patted the empty space beside her. “Ah, wonderful. Come here.”

Kat followed her invitation. Their shoulders touched and she saw a reflection of the bar’s lights in Tina’s eyes. Always so pretty. Always so put together. She hoped that her friend would never lose her spark.

They’d almost shared a good cry earlier, talking about their past patrolling the streets together and missing each other terribly.

Tina looked relaxed now and drunk and raised the corner of her mouth, a cat waiting for some cream. “So, what’s going on with Unit Dashing? Any compromising situations?”

Of course.

Reading so many romance novels had put a special kind of imagination in her head. About wet, white shirts and fountains and romantic horse riding at the beach, not to mention a whole lot of passionate, nightly encounters.

To be completely fair, Kat had borrowed a few of the smuttier novels and indulged herself. A lack of romance in her life didn’t mean that she’d suddenly lost all of her baser instincts and needs. She puffed up her cheeks. “They’re driving me insane and they’re so full of shit at times.”

“No help then?” “Maybe a bit. Not much though.” Kat rubbed her eyes. “Well, Agent Sewell is helpful and really, really smart. And Agent Hauville is … how to describe it? A ray of sunshine. I like him, yes.”

She did . The observation surprised herself.

Though, Kat dreaded the day that Felix and Tina formed a bond. A future filled with endless pranks and much laughter and so much warmth. Actually, not the worst thing to imagine.

Maybe they should spent some time together.

Tina nodded, or tried to, because her movements seemed sluggish thanks to alcohol, and pinched Kat’s shoulder. “A toast to us then. We’re great.” “We are.”

“Yeah!”

“YEAH!”

TIna shuffled closer, her breath hot on Kat’s cheek. “Important question!” “Hm?” “Most handsome?” Tina’s eyes held a dreamy expression. “I vote for Nate. His eyes are just so, so pretty and I’ve always liked a bit of stubble and a good jawline.” “Eh.” “Come on, spill it. I’ve known you for years and we’ve talked about boys so so many times. Even about girls. I know your type.” Kat blushed and nearly spit out his name. “Adam.”

A moment passed.

Then another.

His name hung between them like some deep, dark secret, until Tina began to laugh and to pat Kat’s thigh. “Uh, like your guys cold, eh?”

Kat shook her head. “Remember Bobby?” “Sadly, yes.”

Both of them prefered to stay silent on the matter of Bobby to not ruin their evening.

“I don’t know. It’s just something …” Sighing, she rested her head on Tina’s shoulder. “Something about how he holds himself, always so tense and closed off. He’s clearly built a barrier between himself and the world and I just want to… you know, see what lingers beneath?”

“And you want to see him snap and press you against the nearest wall, ravishing you with his lips.” “MAYBE.” “OH… oooooh.” Tina giggled and wrapped an arm around Kat’s shoulder. “Look there.”

She hadn’t noticed how the bar suddenly went rather quiet. All the laughter and voices ebbing away with the presence of four Agency agents. And Kat knew, her short break was over with them in here.

Shit.

Adam’s dissapproving gaze made her squirm. It shifted from her bandaged hand right to her face, then to Tina drunkenly stumbling over her feet.

“You’re inebriated.”

“Yes. I’m drunk. Sorry, you had to find me here but I’m off duty and well, yes.”

Wonderful conversation.

Kat felt relieved that he hadn’t witnessed their earlier talks. She could live without him overhearing her swooning about him. Especially now, that his cold, green eyes watched her in such a disappointed manner. Her outfit looked ruffled and untidy with the first few buttons of her blouse open and her skirt too high on her thighs. Kat tried to make herself more presentable and earned a scuff from Adam.

“I need, uh, I need to ... “ Tina failed at standing up and used her arms to steady herself. Thankfully Nate came to her rescue and Kat noticed a faint blush sitting high on her friend’s cheeks, as he steadied her with his body. Ha!

“Have to go.” She pressed herself against Nate and let herself be guided to a cab.

Kat waved at her. “Write me when you get home!”

“Nothing wrong with a bit of fun, eh?” Felix tried to make light of the situation and earned a grunt from Mason, who already checked the bar’s drinks and ordered a round of something high in spirits.

“That is settled then.” Felix laughed and guided Kat back to the comfy chairs and sofas.

Drinking with Unit Bravo wasn’t as bad as she’d imagined. Especially with Felix at her side and Nate’s soft smiles and voice. Mason prefered a chair, which let him watch a group of pretty college students, while also offering enough shadow to hide half of his face.

Adam’s shoulders and back seemed straight and tense, but the green of his eyes looked a bit less hard and cold as he talked with his teammates. They cared about each other. All the banter and manly grunting, they cared and they liked being in each other presence. Maybe Kat hadn’t noticed it earlier, but their bond ran deeper than that of colleagues.

Suddenly feeling a bit sappy, Kat got up. “I’ll go and get us a nightcap.”

Her phone beeped and she found a message from Tina, explaining that she just fell right into her bed, followed by a paragraph of eggplants emojis.

Smiling and rolling her eyes, she looked at Chen and ordered the drinks.

Kat didn’t expect Adam so close behind her. She felt his presence, the hard planes of his body. His hand rested near hers and his voice washed over her, while making small talk. Their hands touched, as both reached for the glasses. Helping with carrying the drinks, yes, of course. Her throat went dry and heat rose to her neck and face. Her heart picked up the pace and Adam appeared flustered as well.

For once, unsure of himself? His gaze lingered on her mouth and neck and drifted lower to her chest.

Something between shifted and fell into place. Just for a second, Kat seemed to know how to approach him and to go forward with this, this feelings.

The moment passed, but the warmth in her face lingered. Everything felt so complicated with him around him. Felix patted her back, seemingly knowing what was going on her head and Kat offered him half a smile.

At least, they could enjoy a drink in peace.

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To arrest the killer. To get answers. Murphy was the killer.

Kat’s hands formed fists.

She hadn’t been this angry in a while and almost felt the blood rush to her head. Trusting them didn’t get her far. Instead they just lied and lied and kept secrets. A part of her had doubted their intention from the start. Following and protecting her from what exactly? What the heck was going on? Did her mother order them to block important facts from the case? But they never answered her questions, just offered flimsy excuses. Unit Bravo probably slowed down her investigation as well. Would make sense. A part of this puzzle was missing and had been from the start. Kat felt in her bones.

Always so close, yet so far away from a satisfying answer.

Shit, shit, shit. Kat wished to be drunk again, but her mind seemed completely aware and clean and she cursed under her breath. They fucking knew the killer. They knew and did nothing. Let him roam around looking for more victims. And now they seemed against the idea of getting him?

“What…?”

Four people blocked her path. A vile stench filled her nostrils and Kat suppressed a scream. With their rotten skin and milky eyes, they reminded her of bad Zombie movies. Couldn’t be for Halloween and she hadn’t read about a convention in Wayhaven.

“... the fuck.”

They closed in on her and she found Unit Bravo at her side.

“Thralls.” Kat heard Mason grunt and then chaos exploded around her. She’d left her weapons back at the station and tried to remember her training. Shock made it hard, though, and she raised her hands, only to witness Mason clashing with one of those things. A sick crack echoed through the night and the rest of Unit Bravo joined the fight. Felix seemed unusually fast and quick, almost too fast for her eyes. Adam parried attacks with brute force, while Nate prefered a more elegant solution of evading and hitting.

Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her.

Their stench and slow movements froze her blood, but their words brought a whole new rush of fear.

“Bring Kat. Not kill.”

“Detective Kingston?” Another voice cut through her panicked mind and she turned around to find a pale Douglas standing outside of the bar. She hadn’t even seen him in there. He appeared like some deer in the headlights, drunk and afraid and as shocked as Kat felt.

One of these things turned around and focussed on him. “Kill witnesses.”

“Run, Douglas” In a spur of the moment decision, Kat put herself between them and Douglas and offered him a chance to flee. But what about her? She took a fighting stance, tried to punch her opponent and failed. Her knuckles hurt from trying to find some weak spot.

Strong fingers closed around her neck and lifted her from the ground. Darkness began to dance in front of her eyes and Kat’s body collided with a wall. Everything hurt and she fought against losing her consciousness and mind. Bile rose in her throat and Kat thanked her reflexes for poking that thing in the eyes and a moment to steady herself and watch her surroundings.

Unit Bravo fought with all the strength and skill of people their rank and training, but the thralls fought without holding back, without fear or tactics. Just an ongoing wall of force. She’d never felt so helpless or ill prepared.

Kat rose her arms. “We can help you! Please, calm down. It doesn’t have to end like this.”

But it did. For a moment, she thought that she’d seen some humanity returning to their faces, but Mason knocked them down, before anything else could happen.

She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering and questioning everything.

Kat found her voice to be high-pitched and panicked and she tried to met Adam’s gaze.

“Tell me what’s going on. What is happening here?” Almost a plea, but he didn’t answer. Kat felt tears well in the corner of her eyes, as she discovered the wound on Adam’s arm. It closed itself. One moment there had been a deep gash and the next … gone.

“Adam…”

A sickening crack ended their conversation. Kat felt blood on the back on her head. “Ugh.”

And she fell and fell and hoped that someone would catch her.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #wayhaven chronicles #adam du mortain #kat kingston #headcanons #hadn't posted the third chapter #so two for one or something

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izzy-b-hands · 4 years ago

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London By Night, Chapter One

The sequel to You Send Me! Freddie and our FtM trans reader finally home in London, with a bit of time to spend before the 1979 European tour begins!

And yes, another Sam Cooke song as the title. I’ve got a theme going now lol.

NSFW right away in this one, just a moment of it. There’ll be more later, I promise lol.

A note that I did touch on a sore point in my own life, re: alcohol for comfort around family. It’s just a brief short paragraph, but I wanted to note it so it doesn’t come as a triggering surprise for anyone (even writing it made me want a drink, tbh, but I’m trying really hard not to lean on drinking rn for comfort of any kind.)

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

“So?”

Despite the long, turbulent flight, Freddie was smiling at you.

“I like it.”

He laughed, and motioned for you to follow him down the airport halls. “Just from here, you’re certain?”

You nodded. “It’s...busy. Really busy. Busy enough no one seems to give a shit who we are or what we’re doing. I never got that back at home.”

“No, certainly not,” Freddie tutted, and you knew he was thinking on how the trip back to your home town had been less than ideal. He’d been recognized more than once, and not always treated kindly as a result. It had made an already not fun trip even harder to deal with, and now it made you all the happier to finally be in London.

“I am sorry about all that mess,” you sighed as you tried to keep up with Freddie, slipping around crowds of people, ignoring the heads that turned at hearing Freddie’s voice. “They could have at least made Christmas and Boxing Day decent...”

“Don’t even think on Christmas again; we don’t need to remember that,” Freddie said, reaching back to tug you through a particularly rough thicket of people. “As far as I’m concerned, our memories were fortunately wiped of that day. We know they existed, and that we lived through them, and that’s all we need to know.”

You nodded. “That’s probably for the best.”

It had been a shit show, frankly. You grandparents had certainly not been sick to death, only struggling through some difficult colds, and couldn’t figure out why your mother had demanded you home. As fantastic as it had been to know they were fine, it meant the holiday had gone as “usual” for your family, which meant tears, tantrums, complaining, at least one person stomping off mid-way through present-opening, and you working to drink yourself into a stupor to get through it.

If it hadn’t been for Freddie, you might have drank yourself blind, but thanks to his bright idea of getting away from it all under the guise of ‘showing him about town’, there was some escape.

“I do want to remember the park,” you said as you followed him to a waiting car. “That was a good few hours, and at least the day we spent in New Orleans was lovely.”

That had been your last day in the States, and where you had flown out from to London. It hadn’t been nearly long enough, but for a moment of refreshment and happiness, it had been good.

He smiled. “Those parts we should remember. Everything else, forget it. And if my family asks-”

“We had a perfectly fine holiday and my family are definitely not the weirdest near-psychopaths you’ve ever met,” you chirped as you tried to arrange yourself and your luggage in the backseat of the car.

He rolled his eyes as he joined you. “I don’t know about psychopaths...manipulative and self-centered, for sure.”

“Either way, your parents don’t need to know about that,” you said, and started to lean in for a kiss, then stopped.

The driver watched you both via the rear view mirror, a scowl on his face.

“Just a random driver hired,” Freddie whispered, shooting you a glance that read ‘be careful.’ “Not one of our usual employ.”

You nodded, and sat back in your seat, watching the scenery of the city flash by as the driver sped down the streets.

“Still like it?”

“I do,” you replied. “I’ve always wanted to live in a bigger city. I can’t wait to go out and see it, any of it. Even just your garden!”

“No garden yet, unfortunately,” he sighed. “But soon. I’ve got my eyes on a few nicer places, and now that I have the money-”

He shrugged. “Why put off living somewhere decent, hm? Not that there’s anything wrong with a flat, I mean, only-”

“Not everyone wants to live in a flat forever,” you interrupted. “I know I wouldn’t. And how long have you all been struggling to find and afford nicer housing? You deserve it, all of you, to be in something better. You’ve worked hard for it.”

“You’ll still find the current flat impressive?”

“As long as it’s yours, yes, I will,” you giggled. “Am I to assume mine is just as good?”

“Of course,” he said. “With all the room a one bedroom can give you.”

“In other words...”

“Don’t have too much stuff, and don’t ever actually look at how ‘big’ it is,” Freddie sighed. “If you can manage that, you can pretend you don’t feel like an insect trapped in a jar.”

The car pulled up in front of a frankly beautiful building, and you followed Freddie out of it and to one of the doors into it.

“Now, I should let you know,” Freddie started. “We’re actually still waiting on the current tenants to finish moving out of your place, apparently. I don’t know all what happened, John has more details since wrangling this all went through our office, but in the meantime I thought you could...”

He stopped, and for a minute you saw one of his other sides, the shy Freddie that hung back at times during parties, happy to stick to you and the rest of the guys and be open and fun with you, but less interested in immediately pulling any spotlight towards him.

“If you want to, I should say. I mean, I don’t know where else you’d go, and I really should have told you this sooner, and I apologize for not doing that and-”

“Love?” you interrupted him. “If what you’re trying to say is that I’m staying with you, then I’m thrilled.”

He grinned. “Good. It’s a bit tight, of course, since it’s usually just me. But it’s a roof over your head, at least.”

It was small, but it was beautiful. Decorated gorgeously, with various bits and pieces you were sure Freddie had picked up in the market. Despite how little time there would be to spend there before the next tour would start, it felt like a home.

“Mary is just nearby us as well,” he said. “We’ll have to pay her a visit in the time we’ve got.”

“It goes fast, doesn’t it?”

He nodded grimly, taking your luggage from you, only to toss it by his in the bedroom. “We’ve got till...ah, I should check and make sure I’m remembering right. Seventeenth of January, I think?”

“Think that’s it,” you mumbled, walking back to the bedroom to search your bags for your copy of the upcoming itinerary.

“You’re the first one I’ve brought in here that hasn’t immediately started snooping around like you own the place,” Freddie was behind you suddenly, and you turned from your bag to look up his long legs. “And the first one I didn’t have to prompt to take off your shoes in the house. I appreciate that.”

“You know my family some now,” you said. “They don’t let shoes on in the house either. I’m in no rush to pick up wearing them in as a habit either. And this is your room, I’m just crashing here. It would be wrong of me to start...god, just going through your things? What is wrong with people?”

He shrugged. “I’ve asked the ones that did rifle about my wardrobe and closet, but none have ever had a good answer for that.”

“Well,” you said, and stood up, draping your arms around his shoulders. “I won’t be doing anything of the sort. If I should need to find something, I will be asking you, thank you very much.”

“Your mother raised such a polite boy,” Freddie sighed. “Shame she isn’t more proud of that.”

You winced, as the memory of your mother’s cold reception of you and Freddie during your time home came rushing back. “Let’s not think of her anymore. Not now. Not until the next American tour, maybe.”

“As you wish, my prince,” he said, and grinned at your blush. “I think I’m going to keep calling you that. Look at you!”

The nickname had come about after a long night in your hometown, trying to be quiet after you’d sneaked into the guest room your mother had insisted Freddie stay in. You had talked long about how the chance to move finally, and with him to London no less, made you feel like a prince in a fairy tale. Finally found by the rest of the kingdom, ready to take your proper place on the throne. Even if, in this case, the throne was merely being able to be with Freddie and continuing to work for Queen.

“You can’t call me that in front of the guys,” you giggled. “They’ll have a field day with it.”

“No, I won’t use it in front of them,” Freddie agreed. “But that’s because it’s just for us.”

“I like that.”

“As do I,” Freddie said softly. “Now, what if we show you around the place a bit?”

You frowned slightly. “I mean...I don’t want to be rude, Freddie. But from stepping in, you can see-”

“You’ve not had a tour of the bed yet,” Freddie interrupted with a cheeky smile. “Or should I make you wait for that? Shall I create more stops on the tour first? Maybe we ought to head out to a pub first, wander around and let you explore. Then, if we have time, we could tour the bed.”

You pressed yourself against him, and kissed him hard. To make up for the interrupted kiss in the car, for the many kisses you had to hold back while in your home town.

He kissed you back just as hard, but he let you down gentle onto the bed, and watched you yawn. “You should sleep.”

“I’m fine.”

“You say that now, but have you ever traveled out of the States?”

You shook your head.

“Your body needs to catch up to the time change,” Freddie said. “So tell you what. We’ll save the in-depth tour for sometime tomorrow. For now, let me give you the quick tour of the bed.”

You watched as he stripped off his shirt, unbuttoned his trousers and tossed them in a corner of the room once they were off. His eyes followed your hands as you undressed yourself, and you wanted to yell at yourself for being as tired as you had tried to pretend you weren’t.

“Here,” he murmured, and motioned for you to lay back on the bed. “Rest.”

Your hands roamed his shoulders, taut and strong, as he moved over you, then against you, his lips at your neck.

And then a yawn.

“Is my tour guide going to fall asleep on me, literally?” you giggled.

He pressed his forehead against your shoulder. “Possibly.”

You moved gently, until you were both laying side by side, hips close, legs intertwined. Your head rested against his shoulder, and you begged your eyes to stay open.

But it was as if the chance to finally rest, to not be traveling, running, doing, constantly had flipped a switch. There was no fighting it, especially as you listened to the slowing of Freddie’s breath, his arms around you dead weight as he slept.

You stared down the clock for a bit, just visible on the bedside table when you looked past Freddie, until your eyes shut again.

#text post #LeeH writes #freddie mercury x reader #freddie mercury x male reader

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dafukdidiwatch · 5 years ago

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The Happening

When titles like “The Event” were already taken.

tw: will mention different types of suicides, will start/end paragraph with tw

So....that happened. Ha, I’m hilarious.

I don’t know if this is cheating or not, but for a while I would watch reviews of movies I haven’t seen or read the wikipedia plot for movies I don’t care to see to get the story without actually seeing the film. And The Happening just happened to be one of them. So I knew from the beginning what the twist was.

But what I forgotten from those reviews was how dead and robotic the actors where.

Overview: In New York City and all over the Northeast of the U.S, people are performing mass suicide in a daze. Fearful for his family, high school teacher Elliot flees with his wife, friend, and friend’s child to avoid the catastrophe, unaware that the danger is all around them.

Let’s get the elephant in the review out of the way first otherwise it’s gonna be on my mind all the time.

Plants did it. I knew that the Plants did it. It was the only thing that I actually retained from my review watching habit. And you know what, when I heard it I knew it was going to be stupid. They came up with some psudo-science bullshit about plant pheramones being so so strong that it affects the self-preservation part of our brains to make us want to kill ourselves. Like, this is just so easy to pick apart with basic scientific and logic.

The thing is that I don’t care.

I’ve seen bad anime with worse logical reasoning for having the plot happen. Like evil virus that only affect men so there’s like 10 guys left on the planet filled with women. Or waking up on an island via LOST style and having to fight off against giant insects. So I get it. The reasoning of “who did it” or “how did this happened” doesn’t really matter in the context of the movie. The plant thing is dumb, but it is something that I can understand people ignoring it to just enjoy the movie.

The Problem is that the rest of the movie is boring as shit.

tw The beginning of the film, Very Beginning, it was interesting. It had me by my seats. People are killing themselves, that’s pretty fuck up. And the movie doesn’t hold back in how fucked up it was. Seeing people just calmly in a daze just stab themselves in the neck with their own hair pin? Like, I had to take a step back. Was not expecting that shit at all. It certainly sets the mood, though I don’t know why they do this...backwards walking thing before they die. To show them being rewired? But my favorite part was with the construction workers dealing with people jumping off the building. That was really emotional to me. You just see the heartbreak during this slowburn of one person jumping, then another, then just 30 in one go. It went from sad to horrific in a great way. tw

TOO BAD it was freaking undercut by Matt Wallburg’s science class which killed ALL MOOD that was set up.

You CAN’T set up a thriller movie with the actual scary thing happening, only for the main character to just....completely ignore it/not know it for a long ass time! It ruins the whole thing!!

Like, HINTS!!! HINTS ARE A THING!! I thought you were supposed to be good at subtly Shyamalan!

Ok, so here’s a quick sidebar. Train to Busan. Great movie. Go watch it. Same director as Parasite. It’s about surviving the zombie apocalypse on a train. Highly recommended. But the thing with THAT movie, is that we get Hints that the zombies exist in the beginning. We get some information that there could be danger, but we don’t SEE the actual zombies until it is too late.

HERE, we SEE people literally off themselves in some very realistic ways. You can’t expect me to mood shift that fast to Matt Wallburg just casually teaching about the death of nature and bees! That kills the mood! And makes the main cast look like an idiot because WE know what’s going on, but THEY DON’T!! It’s hard to feel connected to the main characters when we know more than they do.

And these characters SUUUUUUUUCK!

Matt...you stink. If I have to judge your acting career based on this movie, I will never watch anything with you in it again. He’s just so boring! And Dull! Everything he says sounds like a blank empty husk of a man. He has the worst reactions to Everything around him. Like a woman accuses him of killed her in her sleep (which is a bizarre scene anyway) and we get THIS

God he’s the worst! And this dull-ass line-reading bleeds to every other character!

Apparently her name is actually Alma. And here I thought that it was Emma. Doesn’t matter, did not give a shit about her. I really couldn’t give a shit about the romance. At all. Like, not one ounce. I was actually rooting for them to get a divorce that was so how uninvested I was in them. They are both bland. The whole thing hinged on them working things out and not emotionally cheat I guess, but it just seemed like Emma was getting worked up over Nothing. She ate cake after work with a coworker. Alright. You see her getting calls from him and when she does answer saying ��no I love my husband it was just cake we had nothing between us” except it was just the guy talking about all the bad shit happening in whatever area he was. So, again, she just blew things up all out of proportion here.

Then the children....the little child Jess gets a pass. She’s not the greatest, but she’s a tiny child. There’s a lot more things to worry about than her acting. Like the other teen boys they meet while escaping, Jake and John. They have them randomly show up as part of their small group. Only for the Next Scene for them to be killed. Like, what the fuck movie? There’s dramatic tension, then there’s just bad writing.

Most of this is just a bunch of bad tiny plot decisions like....why the fuck did they add this in the movie? Just a lot of them trying to add in characterization...but it falls flat so so bad. Humor of Matt talking to a plastic plant? Lame. Trying to distract a person from horrors with a math problem? Possibly could have worked if they actually had any personality of a rock. Matt talking about how he...I guess was thinking of emotionally cheating on his wife with a pharmacist but was just lying.....just why??

Hotdog Man who first said it was the plants to begin with? He actually gets a pass. The hotdog thing is weird as fuck but he seems like the ONLY genuine actual human in this movie. I like Hotdog man. He was just trying his goddamn best.

Then different moments of trying to add tension when there shouldn’t really be? Like...some random ass hyper tension of Matt walking into a room that just has a doll? And I guess it is to...MAYBE imply that the old woman is nuts and thinks the doll is actually her daughter? That’s a bit of a stretch coming from me, but that’s all I got for why that scene exists. But that was soooo unneeded, unnecessary, no purpose to the plot for ANY REASON! Like, just....it’s shit like this that’s bad.

Look, Disaster Films need 2 things for it to work: A) showing the destruction that the disaster is causing, and B) Showing people trying to survive through said destruction. The Happening has a decent pass for the 1st part, mostly. The suicides are creative and disturbing. Just seeing people randomly grabbing the nearest thing to passively kill themselves does make you step back. Like driving through a street where people hung themselves. Or watching 30 people jump off of buildings. Or a guy sees a nearby lawn mower and just lays down before him. (The one where a dude just sits down casually to cut himself with glass, really fucked me up).

It’s the second half that needs work. None of these guys seem to give any actual human responses to that’s going on, whether it was the main cast or any of the side characters. It was like the movie was trying to make everything high tension and that comes off forced, boring, and bizarre.

Overall: I was not a fan of this movie. Did not like this movie one way or another. There was so much bad in it, but not in the fun bad. Just bad bad. The only two good things I liked were the Hotdog Man and the beginning scene with the construction workers. That’s it, and it does not save the movie.

If you want something similar to this that is a little better, try Cell by Stephen King. Instead of Plants it was Cell Phone reception. Just as ridiculous but a lot more heartfelt and frightening that whatever this mess was.

#dafukblog #dafuking films #the happening #happening #m night shyamalan #matt wahlberg #week 9 movie

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dear--charlie · 5 years ago

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Dear Charlie,

Date: Wednesday, August 14, 2019 Time: 11:56 pm

I’m curious. Does anyone look forward to reading my letters? -calls out- “Anyone?” -dead silence emits so deafening, I stop talking-

So.. I was reading letters I have sent you. And, shit. The people who take the time to read these letters must think I am selfish.

All I talk about are men, my attraction to men, my desire to have a girlfriend, or whatever.

Which, if y'all know me, you KNOW, I’m going to get back to it.

But for a short bit, let’s talk about things that aren’t guys or girls.

Here are a number of facts about me you, Charlie, and other people reading this may not know about…

I’m very unsatisfied with my weight. I weigh about 195 pounds, and am working to drop to 120 pounds. I don’t feel attractive in my skin. I can’t see my vag anymore.

I haven’t orgasmed ever. I am 24 fucking years old. Why the fuck haven’t I cum yet? God..

Happier topics, Mare. Okay. There is this app I use called SLOWLY, where you create a username, and bio about yourself. You can start sending letters to people across the world. I’ve had letters coming in from China, India especially, the U.K., Australia, Taiwan, Russia, Portugal, tip of Africa. So many letters. And, you do get standard. ‘Yo baby. Send me nudes.’ This one guy got clever and asked me for nudes in Morse Code. I kindly sent him back to go fuck himself. The only person who gets to see my beautiful breasts is me, and the barren vag, cause I swear to myself, I never ever see Nic. (<– Sorry. No talk of guys for the next few paragraphs). The issue is.. like, there is an option where you can send three letters at a time. With an intro letter. One night, I thought it would he fun (WORST. MISTAKE. EVER.) to send 15 letters. (Keep in mind about 4 of the many letters I have sent, do I keep up a regular correspondence with. So, add 15 potential regular friends, and you have a recipe for disaster). Omgosh, Charlie + readers: I never have time to respond to these letters. Damnit, me. Why the fuck did you do that?

Okay. I started a new job. Yeah. You heard right. The ever so fucking afflicted depressed, intoroverted, frustrated, book crazy, bisexual who cant hold down a job, found a new one. Through a temp agency. I work with ______ _____ ____, at _____ _____, which is just 10 minutes from my house. The job is way better than the piece of shit I put up with for 6 mths. I love the different calls we get. But the mother fucking training at this call centre was mother flipping shit. There are so many 'processes’ you have to remember when helping a 'guest’ with a request that I want to cry. (I hope I keep at the job). Please fucking pray for me.

Did you know I didn’t always used to curse the way I do? Throughout high school, I would only curse when I would get hurt (like for example that time an anvil crushed my toe. Lol. This totally didnt happen. Though, this one time. I cut myself on this chunk of thick glass from a broken lamp at 12 urs old, that I was taking to the dumpster. It sliced my thigh, blood was gushing out I imagine. I started screaming. My mom, uncle, and cousin freaked the fuck out. I obviously lived to tell the tale. Y'all should see the scar.) And then I was influenced by boys (since I only hung out with guys through the last two years of high school) to curse. And now, I can’t seem to stop.

I make weird posts on Whisper. My username is ______ For anyone who wants to chat with me about my crazy life, follow me on ____ at @_______. Lol. (I hope y'all know when I include the blanks I’m being funny).

What other facts to share.. I made a friend on Slowly, but work really got me busy, plus I am always freaking tired. I didn’t respond for nine days with a letter, and I noticed she deactivated her account. It really hurt. Her name was Becca. She was trans, but didn’t tell her crazy conservative family. 19, super sweet. Liked video games and Eminem for a bit. I seriously miss her.

Other facts.. Did I mention (no, of course you didn’t mention Mare. All you ever talk about are failed relationships, current relationships, or almost relationships), I’m looking to learn Italian AND Spanish? Of course! Why the hell wouldn’t I try to influence my American self with my Mexican self? (Totally Hispanic in case y'all cohldn’t guess. My mom says I speak Spanish like a white girl. Well, shit… Time to go to Mexico and get ridiculed for being too white and not knowing Spanish or customs) Joking aside, I’m looking forward to teaching myself Spanish and Italian. (Don’t tell the family, but I prefer Italy over Mexico).

Y'all ready to get to the real reason why y'all stick through my letters?

Nic doesn’t want me to explore my bi side. Ken hasn’t been on Skype for a month. I miss him.. (Great, conflicted Mary is back again). Did I mention that today is my 3rd year anniversary with the Nicholas? Totally is. What did we do to celebrate? I woke up at 5 in the morning, waited for him to show up at 6, and ate tacos in my apartment parking lot. Then, I went to work, and he went home to sleep. We are going to Bastrop for the weekend which is just 20 minutes from my grandparents. Maybe I should go visit. (Why the hell don’t I call my family? Am I really that fucking self absorbed? Family trumps dudes any fucking day..) and I hope the trip is nice. I just texted him like 45 min ago of us drifting apart. Because… he will talk about things that seriously, Charlie, I could give two fucks about, then we will talk about ice cream, for example, and he goes off on a tangent about something little do with ice cream. Sometimes, I feel like I guilty stay with him because I do fucking love him, but I could be holding myself back from experiencing new things.

I want to write more. Bare with me for a moment, Charlie. Okay, I’m back. (That was a second break, in real time in case y'all were wondering)

My thoughts aren’t flowing as well. I wish I knew a friend who was bi or a lesbian who would like to explore with me. And not have it change things.

So, I have a shit sleep schedule. I’ll come home at 5 ish in the evening. I’ll sit in traffic for twenty min. Come home. Eat something. Fall asleep by 7. Wake up at 10, and stay awak indefinitely. Then wake up at 6, and start over. (What is wrong with me?)

Oh. More breaks from relationship shit. I saw a therapist. Three visits. It was nice. His name is Tim. (Had to stop because I literally have no fucking time to see a dr anymore psychologist or medical, because my schedule is a fucking bitch). He graduated from Harvard! That is awesome. His attire was well groomed, always. I never told him he intimidated me because of that. But he was a nice guy. Time to go to psychologytoday.com to look for weekend available therapists who take my insurance. I hope if I am to become a psychologist, that I’m a tiny better than Tim. He was lovely, I was just unnerved by someone focusing such time on me. But, that is kind of what he is paid for? So….

Oh. Have I mentioned at all to you, Charlie about how I want to start a YouTube channel? I want to read stories I find on the internet. Annnd, I’m pretty excited. I get my mic maybe with next weeks paycheck.

I feel like there is more to add. For anyone you may have lost touch with over the years, Charlie, does the thought of that person and the memories you shared together ever make you cry? I found a CD an old friend left to me for my birthday. And it broke my heart that we aren’t close anymore. I feel like I .. let my true relationships go in my worst state of mind.. And, I miss her so much. It really really hurts. I’m crying just thinking about it.

Also, I’m not sure if I mentioned, there are rare cases where I will laugh so hard at something I found to be funny, that I make others worried or uncomfortable. But the laughter turns to sobbing (sobbing such as my mom dying, or my brother getting hit by a car, or someone killing me) just as severe. I tried asking like crazy, and no one seems to know. That is, until a month ago, a friend from the meetings I go to (please tell me I’m not so vapid that I forgot to tell you I go to Monday meetings with DBSA for my depression) showed me what I have.. which I forgot the name of. But it is a treatable condition. Something to do with sensitivity.

I can’t hear well out of my right ear. I need to see a doctor.

Thanks to those who stayed with me this far.

I hope to have more news on my relationship status.

I seriously have like two friends on Tumblr. Why do I use this app again?

I love you, Charlie

Always,

Mary

#dear charlie #Mary

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netlifxandcastielclosed · 5 years ago

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Fic where Cas and the reader go trick or treating together?

“I don’t think it’s a wise choice, Y/N,” Cas said deeply, imagining every dangerous possibility that can happen from ringing stranger’s doorbells.

“It’s a human tradition, Cas! The Celts thought the barrier between our world and the world of ghosts and spirits got really thin on this day. So they threw a big party to try and scare them away! And don’t worry about going door to door! We do that all the damn time when we are working a case.”

Cas furrowed his brows in confusion as you slipped on your costume. The one you had picked out for him had not moved an inch from his clenched fist. He was overly concerned about the fabric being too revealing.

“And where am I suppose to hide my angel blade in these?” Cas stuffed his thick thighs into fuzzy black tights that had none of the pockets he’d grown accustomed to in his trench coat.

“Here, give it to me. I’m bringing a big bag. More room for candy,” you said gleefully.

Now that the two of you were fully dressed, Cas picked up his plastic candy bucket that was shaped like a giant flower and the extra pillowcase you suggested packing, for which he did not know the purpose. He followed you through the bunker hallways and up to the front room. Sitting doing research and avoiding all possible reminders of the holiday was Sam. Across from him sat Dean eating his second dinner of the night. Dean’s smile stretched from ear to ear when he saw you both walk into the room.

“Sammy, you gotta get a load of this,” Dean nearly choked on his doughnut burger hybrid and almost fell out of his seat.

“You know how I feel about Halloween. I want no part of this,” Sam grumbled.

“No, really. Sammy. You don’t want to miss this.”

Sam reluctantly peeled his eyes away from his laptop and saw his two best friends standing side by side in giant fuzzy bee costumes. You, with that typical worry-free sparkle your eyes and Castiel looking more puzzled than ever before. It’s worth noting that this is the first smile Sam had cracked a smile on Halloween night in years.

“Well don’t the two of you look just…” Sam started to say.

“(Y/N) chose this costume for me. Do you think it will scare away the spirits,” asked Cas genuinely. “I do like the honeybees in the garden but I have noticed many humans are terrified of them. I’ve packed some salt and holy water in my bag in the instance this doesn’t work out”.

“As long and your bumble butts bring me back some candy, I don’t care how y’all dress,” said Dean trying to pretend like he wasn’t a little jealous of being able to go trick or treating. Truthfully, he was a little turned on seeing you and Cas in bee costumes. He thought to himself, you both could buzz on into his room later that night when Sammy was asleep.

—

Before walking up to the first door of the night, you explained to Cas what to say and how to hold out his bucket for candy. He only slightly heard what you said but didn’t bother to ask you to repeat yourself. He was more worried about the trick part of the night and he assumed he could deal with it once it came around.

DING DONG!

“Tricks nor Treats,” Castiel grumbled deeply, arms stuck straight out to the old woman who wondered why a fully grown man dressed as a bee was out trick or treating.

“It’s ‘Or’ not ‘Nor’, lovey. We’ll try it again at the next place,” you said sweetly. “Thank you for the candy, M’am. Happy Halloween. Stay safe.”

As you walked back down the path, Cas sprinkled some salt on the uneven cobblestone and murmured some Enochian under his breath.

Door number two. DING DONG!

“No tricks, just treats, please.”

You shot a look at Cas that would make any celestial being cower. His shoulders stiffened and then he shook off the chill that went down his spine. He thanked the couple at the door and shuffled back down the driveway. More salt sprinkled and on to the next house.

A few blocks later and a pillowcase filled to the brim with candy, Cas had a completely different look across his face. He was more eager to keep going after each house but your feet had other ideas. It had a been a few hours and you were more exhausted than when you fought that vamp last week.

“Last house, okay? I’m ready for bed and I’m sure Sam is tired of hearing Dean complaining about wanting candy.”

“Of course. We’ve managed to avoid all of these tricks so far. Now might be a good time to call it a night.”

Both of you walked up to the last house and when Cas went to knock, the door was ajar. It swung open after the first attempt at a knock. No lights were on in the hallway but a dim glow was coming from the kitchen.

“Hello,” Castiel cautiously ask. “Trick or treat?”

“Is anyone home? Your door was unlocked. Hello?” You took a step forward, one foot on the threshold of the door. A smelly wave of sulfur hit you and you found yourself abruptly being dragged into the house by an invisible source.

“(Y/N)! What’s going on? Where’d you go?” Cas began to panic slightly. He instinctively reached for his coat pocket in hopes of grabbing his angel blade, only to feel polyester fuzz on his hands. A second later he realized it was at the bottom of his candy filled pillowcase. He dumped the candy on the floor and flew into the kitchen. He found you stuck on the ceiling above the stove. An angry demon sat at the counter examining a plastic decorative skull.

“Ah, my favorite time of year, Halloween. Teenagers dressing up as monsters and playing games to summons us from the depths of Hell. It’s quite entertaining, really.”

“The trick,” Cas said pointedly.

“And just as my luck would have it, the one house that decided to summon me would be the one I find you and your human pet, Castiel.” The demon chuckled, stood up and continued to ransack through the kitchen.

“Who are you,” growled Castiel.

“You don’t remember me, angel? I thought we shared an intimate moment all that time ago. It’s not every day that an angel and a demon breathe the same air and live to tell the tale.”

Castiel looked up at you with a questioning look to make sure you were not hurt. Your mouth was sealed shut and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t move an inch. But the look in your eyes gave Cas some peace, and no visible blood or injuries was a good sign.

“I remember you,” Cas recalled, “and I also remember what I said I’d do if I ever saw you again. I sent you back to Hell with Crowley and he said…”

“The King is dead, angel. There’s nothing to fear in Hell anymore. It’s all free rein and I don’t have to answer to anyone anymore. Not even you. So here I am. Even I deserve a little fun, don’t I?”

It had been a long while since you’d dealt with your average everyday demon. Most hunts were about saving the world these days but ever since Crowley died more stray demons were running amok. Castiel was tired. ‘Not today’, he thought to himself. He wasn’t going to let some low-level demon ruin this night for him.

The arrogant demon parted his lips to speak again but before he could get a sound out, Castiel’s hand was pressed to his forehead. Bright, blinding light and some dissipating black smoke filled the room and the next thing you remember is being carried out of the house in the arms of your angel.

—

Your eyes blinked open and the first thing that comes into focus is Dean with a pile of empty candy wrappers sprawled across the table. Sam was asleep in the chair next to you, hunched over with drool dripping down his chin from waiting for you to wake up.

“Welcome back, (Y/N),” smiled Castiel.

“Cas? Wha- What happened? Where’s the demon?”

“Don’t worry your fuzzy little ass about that, (Y/N),” said Dean mouth full of fun-sized Twix bars. “Cas saw you sticky stuck on that ceiling and stung the crap outta that demon.”

“Enough with the bee puns, Dean,” Sam murmured groggily, “He’s been at it all night since you guys got back.”

When you went to stretch out the pain in your muscles, you realized you were no longer in costume but in soft pajamas.

“How did I,” you ask concernedly.

“Cas,” smirked Dean, “I offered to help out but,” knowing very well Cas hung the bee costumes in Dean’s room for later, “he said it would bee inappropriate. It’s too bad. I would have loved to get a peek at your boo-bees. I’ll be the bird and you two can bee the bees!”

“Dean,” Sam shouted disgustedly.

“I��ve pollen for the both of you so buzz on in and bee mine,” winked Dean.

“We’ll never hear the end of this, will we, Cas,” you sighed.

“I’m afraid not, Honey,” Castiel said without hesitation.

Dean stood up, smiled that never-ending shit-eating grin until Sam ran to his room, locked the door and put in earplugs.

—–

NOTE: Ha! I’m not going to pretend like it didn’t take me days to write this. I legit wrote maybe a paragraph a day because I procrastinate more than anyone I know haha ALSO I didn’t intend for it to be this long but it’s cute so yeah. Halloween is my jam, yo! also tagging @imamotherfuckingstar-lord because I mentioned I was writing :PP.S. I didn’t proofread this so if there are errors OH FUCKING WELL

Happy Halloween, Bitches!

#bookcaseninja #SPN #Supernatural #spn family #spn cast #Destiel #Dean #Cas #Castiel #Dean Winchester #Misha Collins #Jensen Ackles #my angel boo #the great love of my life #Sam #Sam Winchester #Jared Padalecki #asks #netflixandcastiel

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gamerwoo · 6 years ago

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Sehun: Guardian (Part 3)

Characters: Sehun x female reader (featuring Chanyeol, Kris, Tao, Luhan, and oc)

Genre/warnings: gang au, twin au, angst, mild violence (mostly just implied/short mentions), blood, technically murder??, major character death

Word count: 2,910

a/n: so uh I’m not really good at making summaries for this series??? so instead I’m just gonna......not lmao. I know it’s against my usual formatting but every summary I make is garbo I’m so sorry djkfhsdkhjf. Instead, I’ll just leave a few paragraphs above the read more cut :] (also um home by svt came on while i was writing the last bit and ya girl almost sobbed so do n o t listen to that while reading this pls just do urself a favor lmao)

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You awoke that night to a dark figure looming above you. As you opened your mouth to shout, you were hit in the head, knocking you out cold.

The next time you came to, everything was dark, and you felt like you were breathing inside a fabric bag. Your wrists were tied behind your back, and you were on your knees on a hard, cold floor. You lifted your head up, letting out a soft groan.

“Well, well, well,” a familiar, rough voice said as you heard footsteps walking closer, “look who finally woke up. Sleep well, darlin’?”

There was only one person who would ever call you that. You weren’t sure where the petname came from, but he had called you that since he first met you.

The bag was removed from your head, revealing you to be in some dimly lit basement. Across from you was a figure of familiar size and shape, wearing equally as familiar clothes. Despite their head being covered with a bag, you knew it was Saehyuk, and he seemed to still be out.

Anger ran through your veins as you looked up at Kris who smirked down at you, the bag still clutched in his hand, “It’s been a while, _____. I see you and Saehyuk are still together. Surprise, surprise.”

“Let him go,” you told him in a calm tone despite how furious and afraid you were.

“_____, if I wasn’t afraid of you then, I’m not afraid of you now,” Kris scoffed, rolling his eyes in amusement. “Besides, this isn’t about you, darlin’. This is about getting back at Sehun.”

You internally cursed him for getting in that fight with Tao. But you also wondered not only how Tao suddenly remember it was Sehun who did that much damage to him, but why Kris didn’t just pick a fight with Sehun. Why did he kidnap you and his brother? Well, you kind of understood why he’d drag his brother into this, but not you. You and Sehun were close, sure, but he was also close with every other person in his group. So why you?

But you were kind of glad Kris took you, too. You could be there to protect Saehyuk, who you knew couldn’t fight to save his life. You were determined to get him out of here, and you hoped you could either fight your way out -- though you weren’t too familiar with Kris’s fighting style, and you were still tied up -- or sweet talk your way out.

“We all know Sehun can fight, and he’s hotheaded and a little...let’s say careless when he gets too angry,” Kris mused as he paced slowly around you in a circle like a shark swimming around a diver in a cage. “But no matter what, he always gets back up and carries on. You can hurt him physically, but what will that do? So, I decided to hurt him emotionally.”

You stayed silent as you tried to not show your emotions or thoughts, but your eyes flickered over to where Saehyuk was still seemingly passed out.

“Sure, Sehun cares about Junmyeon and them,” Kris continued, apparently not expecting any sort of answer or reaction from you, “but there are two things he cares about more than anything. Care to venture a guess?”

You wanted to tell Kris that were it not for his brother, Sehun wouldn’t give a shit about you. The only reason he looked out for you so carefully was per his brother’s request. The only reason you hung around Sehun more often than anybody else was because Saehyuk wanted you to watch out for him. Saehyuk wanted you both to look out for the other when he couldn’t be there to do so.

But if you said that, Kris would definitely go for Saehyuk.

“Alright,” you sighed in a bored tone, “so what’s your big plan, then?”

“Kris,” you heard a familiar voice call from behind you, followed by the slam of a heavy door, and some footsteps that were getting closer. Soon, another face you knew very well was in front of you: Luhan, “I found something.”

“What is it?” Kris barked as Luhan showed the leader a phone that you knew to belong to Saehyuk. The taller man took it and scrolled through, his brows furrowed as he looked at whatever it was that Luhan had found in Saehyuk’s phone. Then his eyebrows raised, and he let out a chuckle that sent shivers down your spine. “So our little darlin’ only hangs around Sehunnie because her boyfriend tells her to. Aw, how sweet; Sehun cares so much for a girl that doesn’t give two shits about him.”

“So we should deal with her, then. Makes our job easier, anyway,” Tao commented as he walked through a side door shrouded in shadows. He gave a smirk and a tiny wave -- though you noticed his face looked beat-up and bruised, and one arm was in a blue cast -- in your direction. “Hey, _____; it’s been a while.”

“But less fun,” Kris said, sounding a little disappointed, but also very bored. He tossed the phone back into Luhan’s hands. “Alright, _____, let’s--”

“That’s not true,” you heard Saehyuk say suddenly, his voice rough and a deeper tone, almost menacing. Had he been awake this whole time?

Kris paused, all three men looking away from you to your boyfriend. He still hadn’t moved from his slumped over position, so Tao strode over to him and ripped the bag from his head. Sure enough, Saehyuk’s eyes were open as he stared at the floor with a hard expression.

“What’s not true?” Kris demanded.

Saehyuk slowly looked up at Kris, and you knew without his glasses, he couldn’t see very well. He was just glaring at a blurry figure.

“Sehun and her aren’t close,” he explained, his tone unwavering even though you know he’s never been in a life or death situation like this before. “I ask them to watch over each other. He doesn’t care about her, he only hangs out with her for me.”

“Saehyuk,” your voice was a growl, warning him to stop talking.

You knew exactly why he was saying all of these things, and you wouldn’t let him do it. He was trying to make himself sound more important so Kris would go after him instead of you.

He refused to look at you, keeping his eyes on the tall men standing above him, “You can check my texts with Sehun. I always ask him to keep _____ by his side. That’s why they’re always together. That’s it.”

Luhan looked up at Kris, “He’s just trying to save _____.”

“Well...” Kris trailed off as he thought, chewing on his lips for a moment, “_____ is apart of Junmyeon’s group, so she deserves to be punished for what happened to Tao, right? Maybe Saehyuk is our answer here.”

“No!” you begged, your facade breaking as your worry for Saehyuk’s safety became more prominent than your want to come off calm and unwavering. “Come on, Kris, you hate me just as much as you hate anybody in our group! Saehyuk had nothing to do with any of this; he was nothing but nice to you!”

“But you’re tough like them,” Kris pointed out, “so no matter how hard I hit you, nothing will happen. But, if I were to do something like this...”

As he trailed off, his swung his foot back before kicking it straight into Saehyuk’s stomach, causing him to cough loudly and double over in pain. You shrieked, jolting to your feet with your hands still tied behind your back. You ran up to Kris, dodging the two men who tried to grab at you. You threw yourself into him, both of you landing on the concrete floor.

“Grab her,” Kris groaned as he rolled onto his back.

You felt three hands grab your arms -- two on your right and one on your left -- and lift you up with grunts and sharp tugs as you tried to resist against them. Kris stood, shooting daggers with his eyes before he struck you across the face with the back of his hand. You didn’t even gasp, expecting the blow anyway.

“_____!” Saehyuk cried.

“Now,” Kris said, unbuttoning the ends of his shirt sleeves to roll them up to his elbows, “you’re gonna watch the show, darlin’.”

As Sehun walked down the hall to the kitchen to grab a drink, rubbing his eyes from sleep, he noticed that the door to Saehyuk’s room was left open. He normally didn’t leave his door open unless he was in the kitchen or the bathroom, but he wasn’t in the bathroom -- that door was still open, and the light was off. So Sehun carried on to the kitchen, assuming he’d meet his brother in there.

The kitchen was empty, too.

Normally, Sehun would never poke his head into Saehyuk’s room in the middle of the night, even if the door was open. He wasn’t sure if you would have clothes on, which was his biggest concern, but he couldn’t find his brother and was worried.

Sehun went back down the hall, walking a little faster than usual. He grabbed onto the edge of the door as he leaned in, only to see the bed empty and left messy like somebody had kicked up the blankets. On the nightstand were Saehyuk’s glasses, which he would never leave without since he was as blind as a bat. His heart sank.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he kept saying as he went to his room and grabbed his phone. With shaky hands, he scrolled through his contacts until he found Junmyeon’s, pressing the screen to call him. After a few rings, the leader finally answered in a tired voice. “Hyung, they’re gone!”

When Junmyeon spoke again, he sounded more awake, “Who? Saehyuk and _____?”

“Yes, they’re both gone,” he insisted as he walked around the house, checking out everything to see if he could find any signs of breaking in. “What if Kris got them?”

“Sehun, none of us messed with Zitao, we’re fine,” Junmyeon sighed. “Are you sure they didn’t just like, leave the house for a midnight stroll or whatever couples do?”

As Sehun opened his mouth to reply, he paused as his eyes scanned over the doorknob. It was unlocked. They always locked the door.

“Hyung,” Sehun began, his voice starting to waver, “something bad happened.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured Saehyuk -- but also yourself -- as you carried most of his weight as the two of you trekked back home, “you’re okay.”

Saehyuk was beaten bloody, and he was even spitting up red liquid. You knew you had to get him to a hospital, but you weren’t sure where the nearest one was, and you were having a hard enough time finding your way home as it was. You weren’t sure where the warehouse you were brought to was, so you were essentially lost and wandering around like an idiot. But you couldn’t stay where you were, you had to at least try to help Saehyuk get help.

Had it not been the adrenaline running through you, your need to save Saehyuk fueling it, you probably wouldn’t have broken free from the ropes that tied you up, and then managed to beat the crap out of the three men you used to consider friends. You made sure Kris was still awake when you threatened him to stay away from you and your friends before knocking him out cold, collecting your boyfriend out of the pool of his own blood that was forming, and helped him out of the unfamiliar warehouse.

Saehyuk couldn’t reply, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other as best as he could. The two of you were moving slowly down the dark, cold streets, but you were just thankful he was moving. His breathing was shallow and labored, and that only fueled your anxieties, but you wouldn’t let that show.

You saw headlights coming down the road, and you weren’t sure if you should try to flag the car down or not. On the one hand, you really needed the help considering the state Saehyuk was in. You were scared that he was worse than he seemed, and you wanted to get him to a hospital immediately. On the other hand, you weren’t sure if you could trust them. It might’ve been somebody going back to Kris’s warehouse, and then the two of you would be fucked -- more fucked than you already were.

To your surprise, the car slowed down and pulled off to the side of the road. They slowly rolled up to you, and you pulled Saehyuk closer to you, away from the car. But as the windows rolled down, you peered down to see Chanyeol looking at you with a worried expression.

“Jesus, _____, we’ve all been looking everywhere for you guys!” he said, sounding relieved even though he couldn’t stop eyeing Saehyuk’s state. “What happened?”

“Help me get him in the car,” you told him frantically, ignoring his questions. “We need to get to a hospital now.”

Chanyeol did as he was told, putting the car in park before he got out to help you get Saehyuk into the passenger seat. You went around to the other side, sitting behind the driver’s seat while Chanyeol got behind the wheel again. Then he sped off in the other direction, going toward the hospital as he called the others with the center console in the car.

“Hey,” Junmyeon answered casually.

Sehun joined the call and frantically asked, “Did you find them?”

“We’re on our way to the hospital,” Chanyeol explained, his eyes on the road, but he snuck a glance at Saehyuk through the rear view mirror every now and then.

“What, why?” Jongdae asked.

“Saehyuk doesn’t look too hot...”

You tried to drown out what Chanyeol was saying, instead focusing on trying to stop your boyfriend from bleeding out. You lightly dabbed at his wounds and the blood at the corners of his mouth with the sleeves of your shirt as Chanyeol explained where he’d found you, and the state the two of you were in. You were only minorly injured, while Saehyuk was practically unrecognizable now.

“_____,” Junmyeon spoke up, “what happened?”

“It was Kris,” you told him, looking at the small screen on the center console that listed off every person in the call. “I don’t know how he got in, but he did, and he took me and Saehyuk, and-- and--”

You choked up, all of the panic and nerves that you were keeping bottled up suddenly flowing out of you and filling your eyes with tears. You didn’t want to cry and make Saehyuk feel worse than he probably was, but you couldn’t control the tears once they started coming out.

You felt a warm hand take yours, giving the lightest squeeze. You turned to look at your boyfriend who was looking at you with the smallest smile you’d ever seen -- but it was still a smile. You didn’t know how he could be smiling now, and you felt awful because he was comforting you when it should’ve been the other way around.

“I’m alright,” he coughed, more blood splattering onto his clothes as well as yours. “Don’t cry, okay?”

You nodded, wiping under your eyes.

“Hyukkie,” Sehun spoke up, sounding close to tears himself -- and you’d never seen or heard Sehun cry before, “I’m so sorry, this is all my fault.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Saehyuk breathed. “I love you, alright? We don’t say it a lot, but I do. And I’m proud of everything you’ve done with yourself.”

You frowned, more tears sliding down your cheeks. He was talking like something bad was going to happen to him, and you didn’t like it. You hiccuped out a sob, continuing to rub your eyes.

“_____,” your name came out like he had to force the air out of his throat. He inhaled, and it sounded painful. “I love you so much.”

You sniffled, giving his hand a soft squeeze, saying just above a whisper, “I love you, too, Hyuk. Hang in there, alright? You’ll be okay.”

“You and Sehun take care of each other, alright?” he asked, raising his voice just barely. “Hear that, Hunnie?”

“Yah, stop talking like that, Saehyuk,” Sehun scolded.

Saehyuk just chuckled, and it somehow sounded just as happy as it always did. His hand that wasn’t holding yours came up to cup your cheek softly, getting blood on your face, but you didn’t care.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Your lower lip quivered, putting one hand over his, “I love you, too.”

Saehyuk smiled at you fondly, but it soon started to fade as something in his eyes changed. They became unfocused and spacey, the light fading from them as his hand on your cheek slipped away from you.

“Hyukkie?” you asked quietly.

No response.

“Saehyuk?” you tried again, grabbing both of his hands as you started to panic once again. “Saehyuk! Saehyuk!”

You shook his shoulders, sobbing when all he did was move like jelly and not respond. Sehun was yelling at you to tell him what was happening, but all you could do was wail as you tried to pull some response from your boyfriend.

But that response never came.

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yutasbirthchin · 7 years ago

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Hero - Epilogue

Group: Seventeen Member: Vernon Word Count: 2889 Genre: angst/fluff/tear jerking/idk

Prologue/Chapter1/Chapter2/Chapter3/Chapter4/Chapter5/Chapter6

a/n: Sorry it’s been like a month since the last update, I’ve had the worst case of writers block when it came to finishing this, I literally have like 4 other one shots brainstormed and half written that I wrote in the mean time because I really just couldn’t get this chapter right. But here it is finally! The last instalment! Thank y’all for sticking around and reading this whole story. Feel free to drop me an ask and share your opinions :)

“Here, Oppa, here! Isn’t it so pretty? It looks like it will serve the best coffee ever!”

Vernon’s eyes scanned the coffee shop. “It’s definitely…err…unique.”

“It’s unique, it stands out, that’s what all businesses should do, stand out from the crowd.”

“Can’t we just go to Starbucks?” He asked, really not trusting the pastel pink shop with ‘Sweet Treats’ printed along the top, it’s shop front decorated with hearts, polka dots and every other ‘cute’ thing under the sun.

“Is it so cute that it’s going to impede on your masculinity?” She fired back. “There’s nothing wrong with cute things.”

“I don’t have a problem with cute things, you’re cute and I tolerate you. But that shop… just for a coffee? I don’t know.”

She smiled. “Oh come on, I let you drag me into boring shops you want to go in. Besides, it’s our first time in America in ages, live a little.”

Before he could respond his she bounded into the shop. He looked longingly at the Starbucks across the road before following her in.

“Hello!” A very cheery man came rushing forward from behind the counter. “I’m Cole, thank you for visiting my lovely little abode, please have a seat.”

“I loooove your shop!” His companion squealed as he took a seat opposite her. “Who designed it?”

“That would be me, my father handed the shop down to me. He certainly was not pleased by my colour scheme or my decorating, he thinks it will drive customers away but I disagree. I mean, if it attracted a gorgeous girl such as yourself, it must be doing well!” He answered back with a wink. Vernon’s blood boiled as he stared at the shop manager, he was too flirtatious for his liking.

The two placed their orders and the man skipped behind the counter, presumably to start making their coffee.

“So where are you guys from?” Cole asked as he placed their drinks and food down.

“We’re from a little town in Korea.” The cute little girl answered. Cole glanced at the guy who didn’t seem to be in the brightest of moods.

“You’re a long way from home then, what brings you here?”

“We have family in America so we came to visit them, glad I did, there aren’t any gems like this where we live, right bro?” Vernon only nodded in response.

Cole laughed in response. “Thank you.” There was something oddly familiar about him, but the ringing of the bell signalling new customers dragged his thoughts away. “Give us a shout if you need anything.” He said with a wink before twisting on his heel.

Vernon couldn’t deny the coffee was good, and the pastries were the best he’d had in a long time. Sophia could tell this just by looking at him, she knew her brother well. “Still wanna go to Starbucks?” She teased.

“Oh shush.”

“This is why you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.”

“That saying is overused.”

She smiled as she put the phone down. She’d never mentioned to Vernon where exactly in America she had ended up, not because she didn’t want him to know but because she didn’t see the point, he wasn’t in America… Except now he was. She of course wanted to tell him, she wanted to be able to see him again, to hold him, but she was also scared. What if somehow he’d changed? What if she’d changed so much he didn’t like her anymore? There were so many possibilities. Now he was actually in America she felt bad. She knew he had come to visit relatives, not her, but the fact that he didn’t know where she was made her worry. America isn’t a small country, what if they happened to be on complete opposite sides and wouldn’t be able to even meet once? It would be too disappointing for her to handle.

She looked back at her half-finished essay and scowled. Back to work I guess.

The small cafe had suddenly become fairly busy around 1pm, with only a few empty tables and a queue forming at the counter. When it got this busy, Cole didn’t bother seating customers and taking their orders from the tables, he let them come up to the counter as it was more efficient that way. It did, however, mean that there had to be at least two people serving the counter, and so Youngjin sighed making her way out front. She didn’t mind the job, she actually enjoyed herself. Sure, since Cole had taken over the décor had changed to one she had a love hate relationship with, but the job was just the same and she earned a decent wage to get by whilst in college. What she didn’t like, though, were the times in which she had so much school work to do that she had to bring her laptop into work and write essays when she wasn’t busy. It was too stressful.

When the end of her shift finally came she sat behind her laptop, typing furiously.

“Babe, you know you can’t claim overtime just because you’re still here, right?” Cole joked.

“I know, I just have to finish this paragraph and then I’ll be off.”

“You got any plans tonight? Anything fun?” He asked.

“Yes I have a lovely little date planned with my laptop.” She replied and Cole chuckled.

“I could never be a student, don’t know how on earth you survive. I mean, you rarely ever go out and party and never leave anything last minute yet somehow you’re still always bogged down with work. You need to live a little, we’ve got to get you a boyfriend.”

“I’m always busier because I was dumb enough to take extra classes.” She answered and Cole shook his head.

“You’re really hung up on that guy, aren’t you?”

For the first time since the conversation started, Youngjin looked up from her laptop. “What do you mean?”

“You completely glossed over the last sentence I said, so either you zoned out or ignored it, and judging by your desktop image, I’d guess the latter.” Youngjin acknowledged what he said, but chose not to reply. “Who is he? Your ex? From Korea?” It was a simple answer but for some reason she felt oddly defensive, as though Cole was slowly cracking her open so he could judge her.

The last few years had been tough for her, it’s not easy to forget a past you so desperately want to forget when there’s an aspect of it that you keep so dear to your heart. Vernon. She loved him, she knew she did. And she hadn’t let him go, they still messaged each other almost everyday, but she found it hard to talk about him to other people because it dug up elements of her past that she didn’t want to dig up. People were nosey and wouldn’t be satisfied with a ‘he’s my best friend that I’ve known since we were children’, and she was terrified that she would accidentally let something slip.

After she still hadn’t replied Cole sighed, realising that he had probably overstepped a boundary. “Forget it, babe. I’m sorry.” He didn’t wait for a reply before heading out.

Youngjin sighed and forced the thoughts away, she needed to finish this paragraph before she lost her flow. She was intent on finishing her essay that night. Especially as she had to cover her coworkers shift the next day.

“Hello, hello, annyeonghaseyo.” Cole greeted Vernon and Sophia as they walked in the next morning.

“Good morning!” Sophia beamed. “How did you learn to pronounce that so well?” She asked, pleased that he had remembered they were Korean. Vernon couldn’t really fault him on his customer service.

“Ah, we have a Korean girl who works here and I bugged her until she taught me something. She only taught me hello though, so I can’t converse any further.” He replied.

“How can she only teach you one thing!?”

“She’s not the most talkative, keeps to herself a lot, to be honest I’m surprised she even taught me that.” Cole replied with a laugh. “She’s also almost always doing college work. But anyways, what would you two like this morning?”

When Cole came back with their orders he watched Vernon carefully, he really couldn’t work out what about him was familiar. Vernon, sensing the eyes on him, looked up and narrowed his eyes at the barista. “Why are you staring at me?”

Cole, obviously not realising he had been staring, felt embarrassed. “Oh! No, I uhh.. You just look familiar, really familiar and I don’t know why.” Vernon was confused, he definitely had not seen Cole before this trip and couldn’t think where he could possibly know him from.

“Leonardo DiCaprio! He looks like Leonardo DiCaprio!” Sophia burst out, causing her brother to hide his face in embarrassment.

“Sophia, please.” He whined but the other two just laughed.

“You really do look familiar though, are you sure you haven’t been around here before?”

Vernon shook his head. “No, I really haven-” he was cut off by the sound of the door opening and Cole exclaiming.

“Holy shit.”

“What?” The three other people in the cafe questioned.

Youngjin stared at Cole confused, waiting for an explanation but he stayed silent, not knowing what to say. He’d worked out why the boy looked so familiar, but didn’t know whether or not this would go well, considering Youngjin never wanted to talk about him.

Vernon, who was the only person who couldn’t see the girl who’d just entered, turned in his seat to see if he could work out what was going on. His eyes widened as they locked with those of his old friends.

“Youn- ah shit.” He said as he proceeded to drop his coffee, pouring it all over himself. This seemed to shatter the illusion and everyone jumped to help him clean himself up.

Cole watched the two as Youngjin mopped up the floor and Vernon attempted to clean himself up with the help of his sister. There was no denying that this was the guy pictured as Youngjin’s desktop image, but their interactions weren’t giving anything away. He sighed, deciding to dig; he might get an actual answer seeing as Vernon was there. “So, do I finally get to know what the story is with you two?” He prompted.

Vernon looked up at Cole, clearly confused. “How did you know we know each other?”

“Probably your dramatic scene.” Youngjin teased, gesturing to the area of the floor she had just finished mopping.

“Hey, it was an accident! Who said it had anything to do with you?”

“Wait, you two know each other? How?” Sophia asked.

“Well, if they don’t know each other, Youngjin definitely has some explaining to do. It’s not common to have random strangers as your desktop image.” Cole said and Youngjin’s cheeks immediately flushed.

Vernon looked at her, amused. “I’m your desktop image?”

“Cole! Why woul-”

“Did you miss me that much, Youngjin? So cute!” Vernon teased.

“I swear I could kil-” Youngjin started but stopped herself. “I’m not the one who tried searching for you for ten years because I missed you!” She shot back, and this time Vernon’s cheeks flushed.

“Ten years? Wait! Is this the same noona you had a crush on from elementary school?” Sophia asked, clearly not worried about embarrassing her older brother. Youngjin didn’t say anything, but looked at Vernon with an eyebrow raised.

As embarrassed as he was right now, Vernon wouldn’t change a thing… Well, maybe he would change the coffee stain down his shirt, but other than that he wouldn’t change a thing. He’d noticed a slight change in his best friend over the last two years, but this was the first time seeing the new confident, sassy Youngjin in person and he loved it. He turned to Cole. “We’ve been best friends for nearly thirteen years.”

“Friends, huh?” Cole questioned with an eyebrow raised. “How friendly are we talking?”

Youngjin chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Why ask if the answer is blatantly obvious?” She was about to continue when Sophia spoke instead, sending a cold chill down her spine.

“I thought her name was Younghee or something?”

Vernon watched the panic set in on his Noona’s face. “Younghee, Youngjin.” He said, surprising himself with how quickly and naturally the lie came. “I got the names confused.”

“Wow, you guys made it sound like you had some really cute hidden love story but it turns out he couldn’t even remember your name.” Cole laughed.

“In my defence I hadn’t seen her in ten years, and I was only seven when I last saw her.” Vernon replied.

“I’m sorry about Sophia.” Vernon said breaking their silence.

Youngjin rested her head on Vernon’s shoulder and looked out across the lake. “Thank you, you saved me back there.”

He reached for her hand, gripping it in his. “You shouldn’t worry yourself so much.”

“But that’s literally my biggest fear. If someone asks about me and I give too much away, or they get suspicions, or I can’t answer a question because I don’t want to give anything away, or-”

Vernon pulled back from her slightly, forcing her to sit up and look at him. “I think you’re doing more damage to yourself worrying about it than you would actually do if you just let it go and spoke freely. You don’t even really have to lie. Why can you speak so many languages? Because you had a lot of free time when you were younger and you got bored. Why did you have so much free time? Because your dad was really protective over you and didn’t trust the world… And because you dropped out of school after you dad died. How are you so good at martial arts? Your dad taught you. Why did you move to America? Because you wanted a fresh start and to get away from the bad memories you had in Korea. It’s really not as hard as you think it is.”

“But what if they ask me about Younghee or Ong?”

“There’s no reason for them to ask about that. Also, you’re in America, no one here would even know about that story. There’s nothing linking you to them.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You’re the link, what if they ask about you?”

“I’m your childhood friend, we’ve known each other for ages, et cetera et cetera.”

“Am I really just overthinking everything?”

“Yeah.” He replied, bringing his free hand up to her cheek and cupping it. “I get it, you just want to live your life and you’re worried about your past, but there’s literally no reason for anyone to probe so far that they find anything out. Stop letting your past rule your life.”

Youngjin stayed silent for a minute, staring off into space, but then she laughed to herself before meeting his eyes again. “I’m your Noona but why does it always feel like you’re the older one?”

“Jinnie I literally spilt my coffee all over me when I saw you.” He said with a laugh. “I can talk you out of your worries but I’m definitely no more mature or composed as you.”

She blushed at the nickname, hearing it for the first time in person. And then she surprised herself. “I love you, Vernon.”

Now it was his turn to blush, as she had well and truly caught him off guard. He couldn’t have controlled the smile that appeared on his face if he tried.

Vernon leant forward and pressed his lips against hers in a sweet gentle kiss. They both jumped at the loud bang and turned to look across the lake at the firework that had just interrupted them.

“And here I was thinking the whole firework thing was just an expression.” Youngjin joked. “Why are they even letting of fireworks? It’s not the 4th of July.”

Vernon watched the way the light from the fireworks shone against Youngjin’s face and smiled to himself. “I love you too.” He said, drawing her attention back to him before he kissed her again.

“Hey, Vernon?” Youngjin started as they pulled away.

“Yeah?”

“I really wish you didn’t have to go back to Korea.” She said, a slight frown playing on her features. Vernon smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as he turned to face the lake once again. Youngjin narrowed her eyes at him. “What?”

“You really love me that much, huh?” He teased.

“Oh come on, don’t tease me! I’m actually sad thinking about you leaving.”

“It’s only fair isn’t it? You left me twice.”

“I take it back, I don’t love you, I hate you.”

Vernon let out a loud laugh. “You can’t lie to me, Jinnie.” He laughed louder when he looked at the expression on her face. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

“Then how much longer are you here for, Vernon?”

“Well, Sophia and my parents are flying back next Sunday.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “You aren’t going with them?”

He shook his head in response. “This was a goodbye trip.”

“What do you mean?”

“You dummy.” He laughed as he pressed a light kiss to her forehead. “I only brought a one way ticket.”

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zenithgurugirl · 4 years ago

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Truth pt. 2

My mother since birth has sabotaged my life existence. Anything inspirational as kid that I have done, she did not support. As a child you have the tendency to impress your parent by joining spelling bee's, sports, art stuff, etc... You become social and make friends and become a part of your friends circle (clicks, subculture, etc...).

Okay, so the first thing I do as a child (because I did not go to preschool and probably should have to learn social friendly skills) I tried to play house with the other children. This did not work out well. The kids had the mommy and the daddy thing already picked out and they already picked out their kids (in Kindergarten we had this huge area with sections of play houses set up, it was awesome! Little fridges, ovens, bunk beds, table and chairs, all sorts of plastic foods and plates. It was loads of fun for most little kids okay.)

I was scouted out as a maid. We had picked babysitters and even played out granny and grampy but No... I was maid. I cleaned up the kitchens and made the beds. I cooked and vacuumed, swept and mopped. I did not have a place to go so I switched out into different play house families. I was honed out to be alone. The little girls had "mommy" meetings and the "dads" went to work. I went from play house to play house cleaning shit up.

At home I had a very large play house of my own as a little girl with a big doll house to match. Not from my mother but from one of the guys she dated. He was really amazing for building those two things for me. I was grateful that this guy (out of many many men she dated) even noticed my lonely existence. From age newborn to 5 I had no sibling to play with and no friends. My mother usually put me in the middle of the living room with toys and did her thing (what ever her thing was idk to this day.... I was too busy being imaginative in my own world in my head.) This wonderful man graced her life and felt sympathy for me. So I would come home and hang out the rest of the day in my very own neat organized play house.

Put this to real life perspective in a humorous way....

I might have been the fucking maid at school and neglected as a kid at home BUT I HAD A BAD ASS PLACE ALL MY OWN haha! Make me a maid - I got me a pad all my own, I did not have to share it with anyone! Take that Kindergarten!

I had an imaginary friend named Johnny. He was older than me and smelled like the river that ran behind our rented house. Yes he was wet, all the time, but never dripped water anywhere except outside near the bridge. Don't ask....

Anyway. During the time of the maid play crap at school; I did artwork. I would color on the huge pads of paper. I took advantage of the little book shelf littered with books and read every one of them. I'd get real bored and I screwed up by doing all the packets that were labelled with my name near the teachers desk. Oh she didn't like that because I went ahead and did all the work available for Kindergarten. It had my name on it and I was bored.... what did she expect?

Which reminds me; I was really good at reading and writing before the age of 3. I didn't talk until I was in Kindergarten - by choice. I didn't want to talk. I learned how to talk at age 1 and stopped at age 2 because I was traumatized by my cousins. So, I stopped talking and took up reading and writing. I was able to write paragraphs at age 4 and reading college books. No joke! Its not a bragging thing here. It was survival. I was alone, bored, and neglected by a parent.

In first grade I wrote a book for show and tell. It was called "Monsters". The rest of my Kindergarten year was artwork and going with the 5th graders to a reading circle while the other students did their packets LMAO! 5th graders were confused by my presence at first but then soon realized I was smart and began picking on me. So, in first grade I wrote my first story. MONSTERS. I even illustrated it with monsters. Okay, this didn't end well with the teacher all horrified about my well being and talking to my mom who beat the shit out of me when I got home. In first grade I ended up in the 7th graders reading circle as my 1st grade class mates did their reading circle. I was being influenced by the older kids who were picking on me.

I'm a parent today. I embrace and encourage my daughters decisions and goals. I even help her by purchasing whatever it is that she enjoys. She liked making music so I bought all sorts of crap so she can proceed with that. She likes painting and drawing so I bought art stuff of all kinds. Anything to reach whatever goal or dream she has; I support, encourage, and do with her.

Unlike my mother who beat the crap out of me for writing a book and freaking out the class. Funny thing is, she watched me write it and illustrate it at the dining room table. She kept calling me strange and weird but let me do it. Then beat the shit out of me ???? Thanks for the great support! What she should have done is redirect me, talk to me, and help me with it so it wouldn't be so shocking at Show and Tell. Thanks mom for your abuse, it was the best!

I kept writing. Any attention is great at this age, even if it was abusive attention. I wanted to become a writer. This was now my dream, my goal, my ultimate place in life. I would write books. I would read dictionaries and encyclopedias and all the research books that I can cram inside my big imaginative mind and make stories.

I was and still am continually sick (Marfan Syndrome). My mom did move around a lot. She had many boyfriends. Most of them never liked me because I was "weird". She invented a scenario of me that I was slow and retarded. This probably saved me from molestation since most of the assholes she dated were drug users and criminals and abusive and creepy. She claims today that she never did drugs but I'm well passed the age of naïve - if your friends and boyfriends are using YOU ARE TOO using with them. I was too involved with my lined paper and pencils and books to pay any attention to her bullshit life. I had bad grades except for my reading and English classes.

When we moved back to her childhood town; my play house was destroyed and my doll house ended up with my Aunt who hated little girls. I stopped school all together pretty much. I did good in 3rd grade but had 4th grade twice because the teacher of 4th grade could not stand that I was able to read and understand what her huge grading book was all about. Not sure if anyone out there knows what I am talking about - those huge grade books with all the answers and how to teach a class certain subjects in the book .... well, I read the whole thing and knew that she was doing it all wrong. WOW I got held back a year for being too smart for my own good. She told my mother that I was immature and needed more socially exceptional things in order to pass her stupid class.

She got a new teachers book the next year and locked it in her desk. She also had me sit in the far back so that I couldn't read the big teachers book while she instructed students. Oh lets not forget that she also took me out of college level reading and comprehension studies to Kindergarten reading and writing. Bitch. Like that was going to stop me from pursuing my dreams. I quite school. Basically slacked off anything she had to teach. 5th grade came and that teacher adored me. He let me read and write anything I wanted. The kids (my younger peers from my flunked grade) were jealous and tried everything to ruin my life. I hated them and they naturally hated me. I was in the library most the time during my second year of 4th grade and 5th grade. Read every book on the shelf and learned how to work the computer.

Fights every day after school during the second time around in 4th grade and 5th. I learned how to kick ass and give black eyes. I was bullied most my life so I learned how to fight back. I was even slapped around by a teacher! So, yep I think that kids should be able to fist fight. I think adults today should just go out and fight it out with boxing gloves. It does help. All this anti-bully crap has these kids today stupid soft to even the slightest gesture. OH HE TOUCHED ME! Yeah, he did touch you. At least he didn't fucking smack you around and call you curse words. Be thankful you little wimp!

My mother got married when I was in 5th grade to some wealthy asshole. He treated her like shit and me too. I was not allowed to have any books in my room and I couldn't have any paper or pens or pencils in there either. I had a television, black and white. No radios no desk no nothing. I had to get rid of my dolls. Basically; grow the fuck up. He molested me from day one until I was twenty.

Oh I tried leaving the home. A thousands times did I try to flee. I ran away all over the place. Now, normally a young teenager runs away to a friends house or to a boyfriend. I had neither. Sometimes one would run off to a relative. Yeah, I done fucked myself there too. My family hated me. Thanks to my mother, my grandma and grandpa - my aunts and uncles - my cousins - they believed whatever my mom had to say about me and most the time it was not good. She told them things like - I was a pathological liar, a thief, mentally retarded and rebellious, etc.... whatever she deemed good for her to keep me home. Crazy bitch.

I learned to be social all right. First place to run off to was San Francisco. I slept in the bus depot. I learned how to pan handle. I made friends with homeless and hung out with them learning life skills. You'd be surprised what life skills you learn from the homeless. Much respect for them out there! Sure I got sexually harassed maybe even sexually assaulted and raped. Shit happens and I learned from it. I learned to wear secure clothing and don't fucking flirt. Don't talk to everyone and keep to yourself. Discernment and gut feelings - yep I learned this. I learned to be alert and when it was okay to relax. I learned the value of life. I saw shit that would make one of these spoiled SJW people scream SATAN IS HERE lol! I see this bullshit today and just shake my head in shame about our society.

GROW UP AMERICA

My mom she would have people find me and drag my ass home. I wasn't doing drugs, I wasn't hoeing around and hooking it, I wasn't being a bad citizen in society. I'd always land a job and a place to stay out there. I gave good advice and was actually influencing good things to those around me. I was kind and caring and anyone who was helping me - in return - I helped them. But she would drag my ass back to her home with that molester. I signed up for modelling and that was short lived. I signed up for fashion design at an art school, paid my tuition and got dragged back home and had to drop out. She wanted me with her. Any boyfriend I had ended up sleeping with her or she'd tell them I'm retarded and they'd dump me immediately.

I ran so far away as to end up in New York. I ran off to Canada. I ran off to Mexico. No money. No car. Just a thumb for a ride and a backpack. She would find me and get someone to drag my ass back here to this county. I bought my first home in Oregon. Had to sell it after a year because she threatened me with her suicide attempt. Family blamed me for it and I wasn't even here!!!!! How can a person blame another if the other was not even around her depression. I never talked to her for a year. So she goes depressed to the point of suicide because I didn't talk to her and was living my 23 year old life out with a full time job, a newly bought house (not a rental), a car that was paid off and raising a kitten.

I was forced home by family members and threatened. I came back because my half brothers packed up my house with a moving van and had their wives beat the crap out of me. I wasn't going to come back. I had sell my house, my car, lost my job (worked in a craft store), and lost most of my belongings thanks to half brothers and their evil wives.

I rebelled as much as possible and became the monster they thought me to be OH YEAH! Started drinking, smoking weed, pill popping, partying, stole my moms car, and ran up the cell phone bill and any other bill she had to pay. Then I stole her money and spent it too! By this time I was 25/26 years old. I did try to run off a few other times but my half brothers would travel across the states and bring me right back to mother. She was divorced when I was 20 years old. My half brothers thought of me as a shit ass retarded girl. My mom began gender shaming me. I did end up gay for a while because she wanted a boy not a girl.

I'm super straight as they call it today. The gay thing was a phase. I can't keep a boyfriend ever or get married. My mom will scare them out of my life even today she does that shit. Oh and she moved in with me after I bought a trailer in the trailer park. The family tells me "She will be homeless if you kick her out so think about that when you decide to be nasty with her again. You will be blamed for her homelessness if you kick her out of your home!" OUCH!!!!!

Do I hate my mom? Yes.

I have many reasons to hate her. I learned to distance myself from any love and can walk away cold and shallow from any relationship. I have no heart for actual love now. Thanks to her I have learned this. Never get attached to anyone or anything. I can walk away from this life and not feel a thing for it. To me, it was a waste of time and energy. My existence is a total waste and time of energy.

Happy Mothers Day......

Actually; I love my daughter and her boyfriend. I have a motherly (my own kind of mommy) to her best friend and her boyfriend. They are my true family. If something happened to them I would be weeping and feeling pain over it. I had a half sister who was my best friend in my 20's who ended up as a best friend and I love her too. She passed away 3 years ago and I still cry over the loss of her. So not all is waste of time and energy. I did learn how to correctly love my little family despite what my mother has done to me. I still hate her. I live with her or rather she lives with me. Her sick joke is to tell people "My daughter and I are married" ..... No. Just no.

Someday I am going to publish my novels. Every one of them. I'm going to move away and have several places that only my little family knows about (my daughter, her best friend, and their boyfriends - because they seen first hand how my mother is) and I will build my mother a home of her own - a gift from me. But my homes are not anywhere near her home and no one can drag my ass to her house because after all - I gave her my life - 40+ years of it.

I just feel wasted away though. I missed out on all sorts of stuff that I am seeing with my daughter. I didn't want to live here in a trailer park. But when you have a mother or parent that leeches off you spiritually, mentally, and physically - your time and effort mean nothing. I had money but it was spent on her bullshit. Right now today she complains that she has no money blah blah - yet 6k sits in her bank account while I pay 300 dollars on bills and 850 dollars on rent with a 600 dollar paycheck. I'm in debt. She doesn't help and if I ask for her help she usually says "I don't have money to help you".

Typical.

I don't ask by the way. I know what comes out of her mouth with the HELP ME question. 6k in her bank though. She can pay bills for the next 3 months at least. Give me a breather. Or let me move in an ex boyfriend who wants to help me and is pissed off at her for digging me into further debt. She likes me suffering and struggling. If I am happy she gets all sorts of angry. No joke! She's 74 years old and still gets up in my mug if I even act on being happy.

So yep. I have vented it all out.

My plan; to own multiple escape area places and never tell her where I went. When she dies to collect the house I had built for her and leave joyfully and to never visit her graveside EVER!!!!!!!!

Happy Mothers Day!

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rasgullababy · 7 years ago

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GNG week roleswap!

So here’s my roleswap AU. It is uhhh. It makes me feel a way :)

Also it is kind of long hah a

The pics above have snapshots of the kids in stages of their life: 8, 12, and 17. Yang has an extra for when she is 16, because it’s plot relevant.

Let’s start at 8.

Mercury Xiao Long is loved. He is raised in a house with a father and an uncle and a sister, and he loves them all a lot. He’s never known anything else. At 8, he already wants to be a huntsman, and he starts styling his hair just like his Uncle Qrow (“Who’s like, a badass huntsman. Don’t tell dad I said ass, okay Ruby? You’re not supposed to know that word. It means butt. I’m gonna be a badass huntsman though, so it’s okay for me to say it, but not you.”)

He and ruby go on tons of missions together. Their latest mission involved a creek near the house, a rock, and a very frightened Nevermore (it was qrow.) Tai’s blueberry pancakes are his very favorite food, and he just barely grew back his second tooth that he lost, but like, it still looks kind of funky.

Ruby thinks it makes him look badass, though, so it can’t be all that bad.

Yang Black knew how to keep secrets. That’s why she changed the subject loudly every time her friends asked about her home. That’s why she said nothing when she stayed awake to see him stumble in every so often, covered in blood. But this time was not like the others. Her mother was gone. Had been, for two days now. So had he. The thing is, Yang Black thought she could know her father. She thought that the very least she could rely on him for was safety. She was so dumb. So stupid. Why was she so stupid? She was trembling, on the floor. She didn’t know her father. She didn’t have her mother, anymore. And he had taken away every bit of her old life, piece by piece. Made her gather her school supplies, the crafts that littered her room, the hair ribbons she made with her mother. Took them and burned them in the fireplace.

“Training starts tomorrow,” he said. “I’ll make sure that you’ll never be like her.”

And that was what had her sitting in the corner long after he had passed out drunk in his room. She would never be like her mother. What did that leave her to be?

12 years.

Mercury Xiao Long is surrounded by idiots. They are so stupid! His dad makes fun of him, and his uncle laughs under his breath at him, and his sister is the WORST part. He knows better than them, though. He’s getting in touch with his real self. He’s an artist, and they’re all dumb as shit for thinking they can laugh at him, okay? God. They even gave him a stupid fucking curfew. Home before 9! He is twelve years old, hello? He thinks he is going to run away from home. Then they’ll see his face on his new album cover, and every single girl in the stratosphere will want to be his girlfriend, and then they won’t laugh at his hot eyeliner.

You literally can’t change my mind that if mercury had a normal childhood he would go all the way, ass first into this phase. Just saying (also i’m telling you that around the same time in canon yang had her lmao XD random! phase. Again. You can’t change my mind)

Yang Black has only herself. She’s been training, though. Training hard. Despite the punishment. She wasn’t going to give him a chance to be mad at her again. She would train until he had no choice but to stop. That’s what she told herself every punch she threw at the bag, as it was coming off its hinges. Her hair was in a braid, today. He had pulled it yesterday, and torn a whole chunk out. But she couldn’t let that happen, see? He had taken away everything she had left of her mother. But memories, he couldn’t take away. No matter how hard he tried. And the memories of her mother brushing her hair, tying it up in little braids, laughing with her and being with her could not leave her mind. And so her hair is what she hung on to. So she kept it braided, out of the way, for today. Maybe for as long as it took, to grow as strong as she needed to be. And when Marcus Black crossed the line for the final time? The bag fell to the ground with a thud, as if to punctuate her thoughts.

She would finally let it down.

16 years.

Marcus Black had crossed the line for the final time. It was over now, it was done, and her hair was down. There it lay, on the floor, next to the man- the corpse- who had put it there.

When she woke up without an arm she didn’t know where it was. She knew where her hair was, though. She knew where her father was. And he had died long ago. Today was just the day that he had crossed the line.

When it was done she flicked the house into a blaze, burning it down like he had burned her old life eight years ago. “I never will be like her,” she thought. But thankfully, she did have something left. She would never be like him either.

Her head felt lighter without the weight of her memories hanging behind her. Lighter still, when she turned around to see a girl masking fear, like the one she had been, and a woman with fire in her eyes, like the one she was now.

“Tell me, Yang, are you anything like your father?” She would make her own memories now. She would grow again. And this time, she would not be controlled.

She smiled, wide and incendiary.

“No. I’m alive.”

17 years.

I’m not going to write like a paragraph or anything like that but I will put down my ideas for their interactions and basically how they are at this point, based on the background they have!

-Mercury is super duper very much protective of Ruby. As his 15 year old sister who showed up in a school full of people older than her, Merc’s big brother instinct kicked in late and with a passion. (Ruby thinks it can be annoying but she’s glad of how much he cares)

-Mercury is very, very snarky. His snark has been cultivating his whole life. He’s real good at it now. Comebacks master? Here he comes.

-Very flirty. But not like, edgy flirty like he is in canon. Now he’s like finger guns flirty. But he’s like, you know, chill about it, obviously.

-He has a strong sense of justice and revenge and literally doesn’t let a single thing go without being paid back (be it revenge or vending machine money)

-His fighting style is still kicks. But it’s less lethal than in canon. Still precise, but he doesn’t have the exact deadly precision that he did. He makes up for it by being a lot more versatile, as taught by Tai and Qrow. He used to study fighting styles a lot, so he knows a lot of different styles and uses the unpredictability to his advantage. Honestly, it’s like, kind of his brand. You literally don’t know what he’s going to pull next.

-Loyal to his friends. Gets concerned for them and won’t admit it too easily, but he’s not as open with ANYONE as he is with Ruby. So it’s harder to get him to open up if you’re not Ruby. In other words everyone has to use her as a translator sometimes when he gets mad at them.

-He doesn’t get mad that easily though. Honestly he’s very chill. Like that’s the only way I can describe it.

-But he squares up at any threat to his friends or Ruby.

-Yang can get scary, man. She mostly is like, you know, explosive and when she loses her temper, it gets scary.

-But the difference with this Yang is, that anger is like, both genuine and not genuine. Like. She’s very very much in control of her emotions. At first glance you believe she is what she is: a smug, explosive boxer with short hair and a flirty demeanor.

-But then you dig. And Mercury digs.

-And then he can’t tell what she is, but all he knows is that she’s not what she says. It’s a facade that hides something massive. He doesn’t know what it is, but he’s torn.

-Because one. He feels the need to protect Ruby and his friends from whatever this sinister person is. He doesn’t trust it, it’s so shady.

-But two. And this one is weaker, but it’s strong enough to keep him there. And it’s only growing. He’s got this curiosity about her. He wants to know what it is about her. He wants to see her genuine.

-Maybe once, by accident, she may have let it slip. One piece of real emotion. Anger, or bitterness, or a great, great isolation. Maybe a complex mix of it all.

-It’s different from what he’s seen his whole life. It’s a completely new world. So he keeps coming back.

-And she keeps giving him this smug face.

-And there’s more but it’s late and I’ll brainstorm later but that’s just the mood it’s giving me right now so like.

Here u go lol

(I love this prompt because it made me thing of Yang and Merc as characters a lot and like the nature vs nurture aspect and it totally brought me like. A lot closer to them. After gng week i may turn this into a real fic and clean up those pics up there)

@gauntletsandgreavesweek welcome to late ramblings

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SWF 13

"Sailing with Fire"

Rated M for smut.

Summary: Lucy is in desperate need of a break from the mage life and embarks on a two week cruise alongside her partner, Natsu. What they don't know is that it's a cruise designed specifically for couples. With no other choice than to pretend they are married, the two try to enjoy the cruise the best they can, all the while dealing with uncharted feelings.

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Lucy arched a brow as she read the neon flyer taped to their door, Natsu reading over her shoulder. They had just finished curing Natsu's motion sickness for the day and returned to their room to find the paper taped to their door.

"What is that?" Natsu asked, resting his chin on the girl's shoulder.

"I guess the ship is having a magic talent show," Lucy answered.

As expected, a face-splitting grin graced Natsu's face as he snatched the flyer and read it over. "That's awesome! We gotta do this, Luce!"

"I don't think so."

"What? Why not?"

Lucy gave him a pointed look and placed her hands on her hips. "It can't be anything too dangerous and you are the epitome of destruction."

"I'm not that bad!" Natsu protested. "C'mon, Luce! I promise I'll be careful! And you can show off your magic too!"

"You think people would be interested in my magic? It's not as flashy as yours."

"Not as flashy? What are you talking about? Your spirits literally appear in flashes of light!"

Lucy giggled and led the way into their room. So he had a point there. Still, ever since she joined the guild, the girl didn't consider her magic as jaw-dropping as everyone else's. She loved her magic and it was fitting for someone like her; she had no friends in her mansion and now she had the best of friends on-call. She wouldn't trade her magic for anything else.

Despite this, Lucy didn't believe her magic was eye-catching as the others' in Fairy Tail. There was Natsu and his scalding fire, Gray and his beautiful yet powerful ice, Erza with her incredible armor, and so many more.

Natsu closed the door behind him and grabbed Lucy's hand before she could sit on the bed, turning her around to face him. He then snaked his arms around Lucy's waist, pulling her against him and staring into her eyes while smiling at her.

"I think you have the most awesome magic! Except for me, of course. Dragon slayer magic is the best. I mean, I was taught by a dragon," Natsu said, smirking at her.

"You're just saying that," Lucy replied. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the expression.

"I'm not, Luce! Your magic is really cool and rare! And it's powerful!"

"I know that, but most people don't. I hear what most people say about celestial magic and let me tell you, it's not good."

"Screw those people! Look, let's just do it! It'll be fun! And if anyone says something-"

"What? You'll turn them to ashes?"

Natsu smirked, slightly shaking his head. "I was gonna say that you can kick their ass."

Lucy laughed, shaking her head at how ridiculous that sounded. Beating up strangers for saying something rude was Natsu's thing, not hers. "Alright, alright. Fine. We'll do the show tonight."

"Yosh! I'm all fired up!" Natsu exclaimed, raising a triumphant fist in the air.

Lucy grabbed a change of clothes before heading to the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower and then get ready."

Natsu watched Lucy close the door behind her. Part of him wanted to join her in the shower. After all, they had seen each other naked before. Still, he knew that since Lucy was a weird girl, she would still probably want to wait until they went all the way until they showered together.

That left Natsu with nothing to do while Lucy was in the shower. That gave him roughly forty minutes of absolute boredom, especially since he was no longer allowed to play with his magic in their room.

Natsu huffed and plopped onto the bed. He stared at his fist, itching to create flames. Any size would do, he just craved the familiar warmth and the indescribable feeling that spread through his body when he used magic. Shaking his head, the boy forced all thoughts of fire to the back of his head. Lucy would get mad if she saw him using magic on their bed again, he wasn't going to risk it.

But what was he supposed to do? Usually during their duller moments of the cruise, Natsu and Lucy would read their book to entertain themselves. But now that they finished their book, he had nothing to read. Unless…

A mischievous grin appeared on Natsu's face in a matter of seconds. He glanced to the bathroom door, tuning his ears to the sound of the showerhead to make sure Lucy wasn't finished yet. With that, Natsu noiselessly crept to Lucy's drawers, opening the top one to reveal her bras and underwear. Usually, he would entertain himself with her bras- he enjoyed flipping the cups inside out to mess with Lucy- but this time, he was on a mission. Digging through the soft fabric of Lucy's bras and panties, Natsu grabbed Lucy's notebook.

Natsu had found Lucy's hiding spot for her notebook on the first day of their cruise but never had the opportunity to look through it. Now, he had plenty of time.

Natsu flipped the notebook to the first page, revealing half a page of neatly written cursive. He knew this notebook was used only for quick drabbles for inspiration. The notebook she used for her novel, unlike this one, left no space untouched.

Natsu knew not to try to read the notebook Lucy used for her novel. Though he liked to tease her with it, he knew not to read it. Lucy was adamant about saving it for Levy and despite his original protests, he had grown to accept it.

Her drabbles, on the other hand, were different.

Natsu skimmed through the first drabble. It was a short paragraph describing the vivid colors of a sunset, probably written as practice for imagery. After that, he skimmed through the titles for something that stuck out to him. That was when his eyes landed on a drabble titled Soft.

Natsu didn't know why the simple word appealed to him, but it did. So, he let his eyes scan the words. Immediately, his cheeks were set ablaze and smoke blew out of his ears. Blood dripped from his nose.

"There's no way I just read that," Natsu thought, the rosy tint in his cheeks unrelenting. "Let me read it again."

His eyes skimmed over the page again, surprised to find that he didn't imagine reading that. It was just so hard to believe. He had no idea that Lucy could write something so… erotic.

"This is about sex!" Natsu thought, reading the short story for the third time. He wiped away the blood from his nose, only for more to drip out when his eyes landed on the words voluptuous breasts.

A large bulge appeared in Natsu's pants as he pictured himself doing everything in Lucy's drabble with her. It started with them on a soft bed with him running his hands over Lucy's soft skin. She trailed her fingers softly over his abs. Then he grabbed her hips before sliding himself into her over and over while he softly kissed her breasts.

"No wonder why it's called soft."

Natsu's ears twitched as he heard the water cut off, signaling the end of Lucy's shower. Natsu shut the notebook and scrambled to return it to its rightful place before sitting on the bed, attempting to act like normal. Though after reading the erotic story, it was hard to do thanks to his erection that still had yet to relax. There was no way Lucy would think that was normal.

After about five minutes, Natsu sighed with relief that the bulge in his pants faded away before Lucy finally left the bathroom.

Lucy immediately glanced towards Natsu, finding him sitting on the bed with a pillow in his lap. With a shrug, the blonde hung her towel up behind the door and sat beside Natsu, handing him the hairbrush.

"Want to brush my hair for me?" Lucy asked, smiling at him.

"Sure," Natsu replied. He moved to sit behind Lucy, caging her between his legs. He made sure to start from the bottom so that it wouldn't hurt as much. He kept a hand on the back of her head to also relieve some pain.

"We need to go sign up for the magic show after this."

"Okay. What are we doing after the show?"

Lucy turned her head slightly towards him and answered, "I figured we could buy another book for us! You really liked the last one, so I wanted to read another book with you!"

"Sounds good to me," Natsu replied with a grin. "The last story was good." His grin faltered at the word story. It reminded him of Lucy's erotic drabble. Shaking his head, he tried to push it to the back of his mind.

Natsu decided to focus on brushing Lucy's hair. He admired the shine that each strand held. Her hair was so golden it could rival Loke's magic. Her hair attracted him to her like moth to a flame.

"Her hair is so soft," Natsu thought, running his hand through the golden locks. "Shit. Soft. That was the name of her story."

Screwing his eyes tightly shut, the boy shook his head frantically. Just about anything was making him think of having sex with Lucy. And though he knew Lucy wouldn't belittle him for getting an erection, there was no doubt she would be confused over it considering he was just brushing her hair in her eyes. Besides, they had to leave soon anyways. He wouldn't have time to calm down.

Lucy gave a satisfied smile feeling the hairbrush run through her hair with ease, no longer getting caught in tangles. Now that she was ready to go, she rose from the bed and turned to face her partner, only to find him shaking his head with his eyes closed.

"Natsu?" she asked, her brows quirked. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Natsu replied, his voice high-pitched weak. He was trying to think of anything to stop the blood traveling to his groin. "Naked old people. Nope, didn't work. Okay, how about dog shit? Seriously, that didn't work? Okay, what about Gray?"

Immediately, all of the tingling sensation in his groin stopped and he was flaccid. Breathing a huge sigh of relief, Natsu jumped off the bed.

Lucy stared at the boy in confusion. "What's up with you? Why are you acting like that?"

"Like what?" Natsu asked in return with a wide grin. "I'm always like this!"

"And you call me the weirdo."

"Because you are! Now let's go!"

Natsu grabbed Lucy's hand and quickly led the way out of the room, hoping that she would just drop the subject. They reached the lobby in less than a minute, finding that there was a line at the front desk where they were supposed to sign up. Luckily, the line went by quickly and they were at the front in minutes.

Lucy picked up a pen and peered at the paper, skimming through everyone's magic. So far, there were no other celestial mages or dragon slayers. In neat cursive, she signed her name and wrote down her magic type before handing the pen to her partner. Natsu's lips curled into a face-splitting grin as he messily scribbled his name below hers along with his magic.

"Thank you for signing up!" the receptionist said. "You may now head to the theater and the staff there will direct you after that."

Lucy and Natsu thanked the lady before going off on their way. They hadn't been to the theater once since their cruise but it wasn't hard to find since there were signs posted to lead the way for the event.

Once they reached the theater, they found the seats full of other guests.

"Hello!" an employee said. "Are you two in the show or are you viewers?"

"We're in the show!" Natsu answered, grinning in excitement. He was getting antsy to finally use his magic.

"Great! Just go in that line over there and we'll be starting the show soon!"

The two moved accordingly into the line. Lucy was glad that she chose to wear something decent: a white ruffled tank top, some light-washed shorts, and white sandals. She also tied her hair into a side pony with a pink ribbon.

The lights in the theater shut off, save for the spotlight that was shining down on the host, who was standing on stage. She was a couple years older than the two and wore a long, navy blue silk gown that reached the floor and silver heels that sparkled under the light.

"Hello, everyone!" the girl said, waving to the guests that were seated. "My name is Yuna and I will be the host for this evening. Welcome to the magic show!" The audience roared with applause loud enough to make the ground vibrate.

Yuna, who was clearly used to being on stage if her confident smile was anything to go by, placed her right index finger over her temple. Lucy and Natsu deduced that she was using telepathy magic to communicate with another employee behind the stage, who was getting the names of the contestants to report to Yuna for introductions.

"Our first contestant this evening is Mei Zhou!" Yuna said, gesturing for the said girl to come onto the stage. She had dark brown hair tied in a bun and wore thick layers of clothing along with glasses. "Mei uses ice magic!"

Frosty air surrounded the mage before she created small statues of ice. They were all small and adorable, but it was clear that Mei didn't hone her magic the way Natsu and Lucy had. To finish it off, the girl created a large ice wall.

Once Mei exited the stage, Yuna introduced the next mage, a male who could stretch his limbs. The show went on for a while, showcasing brilliant mages and their skills. So far, Lucy's favorite was a mage who was able to fly.

Lucy's knees shook as she stood next to the employee who gathered the names of everyone in the show. Her turn was next and she was starting to feel nervous. She wasn't a fan of being on stage in front of a large crowd.

"What's your name and your magic?" the attendant asked.

"I'm Lucy Heartfilia and I'm a celestial mage," the girl answered just as the contestant before her finished. She watched as the lady nodded towards Yuna, signaling that she sent the information telepathically.

Once the contestant before Lucy left the stage, Yuna clapped for him before exclaiming, "What wonderful elemental magic! Next up, we have Lucy Heartfilia. Lucy here is our very first celestial mage! How exciting!"

Lucy swallowed thickly before walking onto the stage, the spotlight following her. She could feel her legs shaking and hoped it wasn't obvious to the audience. Stopping beside Yuna, the girl gazed over the audience.

"Since your magic is so rare, why don't you explain it for those of us that aren't familiar with it?" Yuna suggested, smiling at her.

Lucy nodded, her cheeks on fire due to all of the attention. "U-Umm, my magic allows me to make contracts with spirits from the Celestial Spirit World and summon them into this world. There are twelve zodiac keys, which are very rare."

"Are those the gold ones on your keyring?" Yuna asked. Upon Lucy's nod, she continued, "Wow, you have a lot of them."

Lucy smiled and patted the keys on her side. "I've been blessed to have such wonderful friends."

"That's wonderful. How about you show off some of your magic then?"

Lucy nodded and glanced at her keyring, wondering who to choose. Aquarius was out of the question since she didn't have any water, not to mention that she would just gather everyone in some sort of typhoon. There was Virgo, but she didn't want her to create holes on the stage. Taurus would just ogle Yuna or herself.

Lucy decided to grab Gemini's key. With a swish of her hand, she summoned the spirit.

In a bright flash of light, the two appeared, floating in the air. The crowd awed at the sight of Gemi and Mini flying across the stage.

"This is Gemini, one of the zodiac spirits," Lucy explained. "They can turn into anyone so long as their magical power is similar to mine."

To demonstrate, Gemini transformed into Yuna, standing by the original herself. The crowd roared in delight while Yuna gaped at the spirit. They mirrored each other's movements.

Lucy grinned, glad that everyone was interested in her act so far. Gemini was a crowd pleaser as they transformed into random members of the audience and stated their name and unimportant information.

Getting over her nerves, Lucy pulled out another key as she explained, "Not all spirits are for combat. Some of them are considered more like pets. For example…" With another swish of her hand, Plue appeared with his dopey grin glued to his face. "This is Plue!"

The crowed cooed at the adorable spirit, especially the females. Lucy giggled, hearing some of the audience declare that they wanted their own little Plue.

Knowing that she couldn't showcase her celestial magic without the leader of the zodiac himself, Lucy waved goodbye to Gemini and thanked them for their help before summoning Loke. Loke always appeared in a brighter light than the other spirits. Lucy wasn't surprised that the audience had to cover their eyes.

"Hello, Princess," Loke greeted, grabbing Lucy's hand and kissing the back of it.

Lucy sighed, knowing that she was going to have an earful of jealous Natsu to deal with later. "Can you show these guys some of your magic for me?"

Loke arched a brow. "The only aesthetic thing about my magic is the bright light." Smiling at the audience, he continued, "I'm sure they would like to see a quick sparring match, however."

"With me?"

"Of course! They have to know that it isn't just the spirits that are strong!"

Natsu grinned from where he stood behind stage. Though he was going to kick Loke's ass later for kissing Lucy's hand, he had to admit the spirit had a good point. Lucy was a tough girl and he wanted others to see that.

Natsu watched as Lucy got into a defensive stance on the left side of the stage while Loke stood on the right. In the blink of an eye, Loke came charging at her, his fist enveloped in a bright glow. The crowd gasped, scared for Lucy. To their surprise, she jumped to the side and somersaulted to safety before grabbing her trust whip and cracking it his way.

Natsu's grin grew as he watched Lucy spar against Loke. For some reason, watching her fight was pretty arousing. He watched as the sweat built up on her body and creating a nice sheen over her fair skin. Her brows were tugged in determination as she concentrated on all of Loke's attacks. And he couldn't deny seeing her breasts bounce with every movement.

Meanwhile, Lucy was having fun sparring with her strongest spirit. Knowing that she couldn't take too much time, however, she stopped their battle and thanked Loke. Turning to the audience, she bowed respectively.

"That was exhilarating!" Yuna exclaimed into the mic. "Being able to summon spirits sounds like a blast! And Lucy, you're pretty strong yourself!"

Lucy flushed and smiled modestly. "Thank you. And I love all of my spirits."

Loke nudged her gently on the side and added with a smirk, "Lucy's the best owner I've ever had. And all of her other spirits can agree with me." Plue nodded his oversized head in agreement.

"That was amazing," Yuna said. "Everyone, give another round of applause for Lucy!"

As the crowd cheered and whistled for her, Lucy grinned from cheek-to-cheek as she exited the stage after sending Loke and Plue back through their gates. She hurried so that she could watch Natsu's performance.

"Next up we have Lucy's husband, Natsu Dragneel!" Yuna stated.

Natsu walked onto the stage, a toothy grin plastered to his face. He stood beside Yuna, gazing at the crowd. Lucy could tell from where she stood that he was eager to use his magic. His hands were balled into fists and he had the mischievous gleam in his eyes that made her worry.

"I hope he doesn't set the ship on fire," Lucy thought, sweat dropping from her forehead.

"Natsu is a fire dragon slayer! This is our first dragon slayer!" Yuna said. "Why don't you tell us about your magic? What makes it different from other fire mages we've seen?"

"My magic is made for fighting dragons!" Natsu informed everyone. "And I was taught by a dragon!"

"A dragon!?"

"Yep!"

"You're serious?"

"Duh! His name is Igneel! He taught me all I know!"

Yuna gave him a skeptical look. "Why would a dragon teach someone how to slay dragons?"

"That's a really good question!" Natsu replied as if he had never pondered the thought before.

"U-Umm, okay! Well then, show us what you've got!"

Natsu grinned and immediately covered his fists with scalding flames. The crowd awed, but they weren't too impressed considering they had already seen two other fire mages. And considering Natsu's magic was too destructive to showcase, it didn't leave him with much to show off.

Natsu gathered flames in his mouth and spit them into the air, forming the words Fairy Tail along with its insignia. He then did some flaming punches and kicks, but the crowd was still unamused.

"I wish I could do at least a Dragon's Roar," Natsu thought with a frown.

Though his options were limited, he did know of one thing he could do with his magic that was sure to drop jaws.

"Anyone here got any fire?" Natsu asked the crowd. There was silence before a man raised his hand. He was an earlier contestant, one of the fire mages. "Send some fire my way!"

"Huh? You want me to attack you?" the man asked, gaping at the boy.

"Isn't that dangerous?" Yuna added.

"Don't worry," Natsu replied with a confident grin. "Just do it."

The man shrugged before sending a large ball of fire Natsu's way. Yuna shrieked and moved out of the way. The crowd gasped as the fire enveloped Natsu, scared that he had been injured. It was then that they heard Natsu scarfing down the fire. In seconds, the large fireball was gone, sucked up by the dragon slayer.

Everyone stared in silence, their eyes wide and their jaws hung on their hinges. They watched as Natsu wiped his mouth and grinned at everyone, waiting for them to register what he had just done. Lucy smiled from the side. She could understand their shock. She had been awestricken when she had first witnessed Natsu eating fire.

It was Yuna that spoke first.

"D-Did you just eat the fire?" she asked, pointing weakly at him.

"Yep!" Natsu answered cheerfully. Turning to the man who sent him the fire, he continued, "Thanks for the meal!"

"What does it taste like?" someone from the audience questioned.

Natsu furrowed his brows in thought. "It's hard to explain. Just tastes like fire. It makes my insides all warm."

"Does eating fire do anything?" someone else asked.

"It makes me stronger and gives me energy. But I can't eat my own fire."

The crowd murmured questions to one another, all of them fascinated by Natsu's magic. Lucy smiled at Natsu, giving him a thumbs up.

"Alright! Well that was a wonderful contribution to our show!" Yuna exclaimed. "Everyone, give it up for Natsu!"

Everyone clapped for Natsu as he left the stage, jogging to stand by Lucy. He gave her a lopsided grin, ruffling her hair.

"You were great out there," he said, lacing their hands together.

"Same goes for you," Lucy replied. Butterflies fluttered around in her belly. Natsu complimenting her magic always seemed to have that effect on her. She hoped the feeling never went away.

"Wanna stay and watch the rest of the show?"

"Sounds fun!"

It took about half an hour to get through the rest of the acts and though the rest of the mages were great, none of them held a candle to Lucy and Natsu's performances. Lucy figured it was because their magic was rare so it caught more attention. The two were about to start heading out of the theater when Yuna spoke again.

"Every mage was terrific tonight," she said. "But only one act is going to take home the prize!"

Lucy and Natsu shared a quick glance.

"There's a prize!?" the former asked.

"Guess so," Natsu replied, a grin stretching over his face. "The winner has to be either you or me!"

"It's probably you then. I mean, how could someone compete with a weirdo eating fire?" Lucy asked with a chuckle.

Everyone turned their attention towards Yuna as she opened an envelope in her hand. She took a slip of paper out of the envelope and opened it to see who the winner was.

"The mage that impressed us the most tonight is…" Yuna said, drawing it out to build up the suspense. Everyone leaned forward in their seats, excited to see who won. Yuna grinned before exclaiming, "Lucy Heartfilia for her celestial magic!"

The crowd cheered, though some seemed disappointed that they hadn't won themselves. Natsu grinned and turned towards Lucy to find her eyes wide and a blush spread over her cheeks. He was glad that Lucy won and was happy for her.

"Wait, me?" Lucy dumbly questioned, pointing to herself. "Really?"

Natsu laughed and ruffled her hair. "Of course it's you, you weirdo! Who else is named Lucy Heartfilia?"

"But-"

"No buts! You kicked ass up there! Now go get your prize!"

Lucy smiled at her partner and nodded before scurrying back onto the stage and standing beside Yuna. The two girls shook hands and had their picture taken, which was apparently going to be used in the brochure for their next cruise.

"Congratulations, Lucy!" Yuna said. "You win an all-inclusive ticket to the spa!"

Lucy squealed as she accepted the ticket. Her luck on the cruise was astonishing! Even more astonishing was the fact that so many people thought her magic deserved to win the show.

"Thank you so much!" Lucy replied, giving a polite bow.

"You're very welcome! And with that, everyone, the magic show is now over."

Lucy and Natsu traveled back to their room and immediately plopped onto their bed with long sighs. After the magic show, a bunch of other guests circled them to ask them about their magic. At first, it was fun to telling them all about their magic but once they realized they were there for an hour, all they wanted was to be alone together.

"I never thought I would have fans," Lucy said, turning and laying on her side to face Natsu.

"What about when you become some famous author?" the boy asked.

"Well I haven't been published yet and I guess I never imagined myself becoming famous for my writing."

"You'll get published someday," Natsu assured, giving Lucy a smile that almost made her believe his words. Almost.

Being a slightly pessimistic person, Lucy replied, "I don't know about that."

"Wanna bet? I bet that you'll have one of your stories published. No, you know what? I'll take that a step further. I bet you'll win some type of award too!"

"You sure have a lot of confidence in me," Lucy said with a smile.

"Always have," Natsu replied, giving her a toothy grin. His eyes darted to her lips before returning to her brown orbs. "And you know, even though you'll have lots of fans then, I want you to know I'm your number one fan."

"Oh yeah?" Lucy asked, her heart beating faster from his low voice. It was a voice he reserved only for her in the bedroom. All she wanted in that moment was to press herself against him and place her lips over his.

Luckily for her, Natsu seemed to have the same idea.

Natsu wrapped an arm around Lucy and pulled her closer to him and dipping his head so that he could press his lips against hers. She craned her head back and molded her lips with his as they moved against each other in a perfect rhythm. Their hands roamed each other's bodies, Natsu's winding in her hair and Lucy's against his chest.

Lucy shivered as Natsu's hand slowly traveled from her hair to her lower back. Her skin was sensitive as everything was so sensual. A familiar, tingling sensation started to rise between her thighs as she grew aroused.

Natsu knew Lucy was in the mood as he could feel her body rubbing against him. He was in the mood too, of course, if the tent his sweats formed were anything to go by. He still didn't understand the effect Lucy had on him. He had seen plenty of attractive girls, some of which were dressed less modestly than others and yet none of them had his body reacting the same way Lucy did. Hell, she got him hard without even trying. In fact, one of his biggest turn-ons was watching her fight.

His mind reeled back to during the show when Lucy was sparring against Loke. The determined gleam in her eye, the thin layer of sweat over her body, the concentration, all of it had him wanting to do things to her that nobody else could.

Pulling away from their kiss, Natsu threw off his vest. His fingers then found the hem of Lucy's tank top, pulling it over her head and throwing it on the floor to reveal a red, lacy bra that covered more of her breasts than some of the other bras she wore.

The ache between Lucy's legs grew as she let her hands roam Natsu's chiseled torso, stopping just at the hem of his pants. Her gaze dropped to the bulge in his pants. With a smirk, she poked the covered tip. All she heard was a growl escaping Natsu before he suddenly pounced on her, his lips ravaging her neck while his hands groped her breasts.

Lucy wrapped her legs around Natsu, pressing him against her so that she could grind against him to relieve some of the ache. The friction was enough to somewhat soothe it, but once Natsu's lips started to travel, it was like a whole other fire burned within her.

Natsu placed rough kisses over Lucy's neck before moving towards her breasts. He kissed the upper part of her breast that was left uncovered. With teasing fingers, he slowly moved the cup of her bra down to reveal her entire breast. His lips immediately captured the hardened nub, lightly sucking it before rubbing his tongue over it.

Lucy let out a shaky breath. The friction between Natsu's hard member against her paired with his tongue over her nipple was bringing her closer and closer to her climax. She wanted to feel more of him. Pushing him away, she wiggled herself out of her shorts, allowing Natsu to do the same with his pants.

Natsu stared at Lucy's breasts, one of which still out of her bra. With precise fingers, he reached behind her and unhooked the bra to remove it completely. Now that there was nothing in the way, he massaged one breast while he licked the other, making sure to satisfy every bit of Lucy.

Lucy could hardly contain the moans that slipped out of her mouth as she rocked her body against Natsu's member, which was now poking out of the hole of his boxers and free against her panties. Each roll of her hips had her eyes rolling back in her head. She was just a few grinds away before climaxing. But she wanted more.

"N-Natsu," she breathed out. She raked her fingers over his back.

"Yeah? Do you want me to go faster?" he asked, hovering over her breast.

"It's not that-" Lucy let out a harsh moan as Natsu sucked her nipple. "I-I was thinking about taking my underwear off…"

Natsu lifted his head away from her breast and met her gaze. "Oh. You want me to use my tongue again?"

Lucy's cheeks tinted pink and she averted her gaze shyly, biting her lower lip. "No… I was hoping to try something new…"

With that, Natsu immediately understood what she was implying. His cheeks flushed as well as he sat up. Lucy followed his lead. They both sat there, staring into each other's eyes with curiosity and lust.

"Are you sure?" Natsu asked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing in all honesty. To think that Lucy Heartfilia, a girl who was more than capable of winning any man's heart, chose him to be her first and hopefully her last. It was just unbelievable.

"I'm sure," Lucy answered with a small nod. "A-Are you?"

"Yeah, of course," he replied.

"So, it's settled then?"

"I guess it is." Natsu gave her a serious look as he continued, "You can change your mind at any time, Lucy. You know that, right?"

Lucy gave him a smile and nodded. "I know."

Natsu smiled as well, cupping the back of her head and gently pulling her towards him for a slow, gentle kiss. The kiss wasn't rough as before, instead holding all of the passion that they held in that moment. It conveyed every feeling and showed just how much they wanted this. The simple kiss reassured each other that they loved each other and that this was a good step for them. They were going their own pace and that was enough for them.

Natsu pulled away from the kiss and opened the drawer of the nightstand. The box of condoms that had before embarrassed them was now like a gift from the heavens. They never imagined they would end up using them.

While Natsu opened the box, Lucy shimmied out of her underwear, her face crimson. She was still embarrassed about being completely naked in front of Natsu but was excited for the next step in their relationship. She watched as Natsu took off his boxers, grabbed a condom and opened the packaging. He pulled the latex and began to stretch it over his member. With curious fingers, she reached out and touched it. She gasped finding that it was gooey.

"Why does it feel like that?" Lucy asked.

"It's lubricated," Natsu answered. "It's supposed to make things easier."

"Oh. Well that's good then."

The two stared into each other's eyes before chuckling. They couldn't help but laugh at their own lack of experience. Still, they were glad that they could laugh in these situations. It only served to prove that their relationship went further than just meaningless sex. No, they were with each other for the long haul.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Natsu asked again. He didn't want her to end up regretting this.

Lucy smiled, pulling him in for another kiss. "I'm sure."

That was all Natsu needed to hear. He gave her a heart-warming smile before leaning forward and capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. They laid back down on the bed, Lucy beneath him. They took things nice and steady.

Natsu slowly lowered himself so that his member was against her. Lucy placed her hands over his back, subconsciously rubbing circles over his skin. She tensed as his tip grazed past her folds with ease due to both the lubrication of the condom and her own juices. She stilled as he met her entrance.

Lucy had heard from many girls that their first times were painful. Admittedly, she was a bit scared. Still, this was what she wanted, so she allowed Natsu to press for more.

Natsu, having felt Lucy tense beneath him, was growing nervous as well. He, too, had heard that girls felt pain losing their virginities. Scared of hurting her, he paused his movements, his tip still pressing against her entrance.

Lucy frowned, knowing that Natsu was scared of hurting her. In hopes of reassuring him, she took matters into her own hands. She pushed herself against him so that the tip of his member slid into her. To her relief, that seemed to do the trick, as Natsu seemed to gain some of his confidence back. He slowly began to sink himself deeper in her folds.

Lucy screwed her eyes shut and bit her lower lip before a whimper could escape. There was a dull pain that grew as he continued to explore deeper. Knowing it was just because of her nerves, the girl tried to calm herself down by taking deep and albeit shaky breaths. She couldn't help the tears that collected in the corner of her eyes, however.

Natsu could see the pain evident on Lucy's face and placed a gentle kiss over her forehead. She dug her nails into his back and he could feel blood slightly trickling from it. He didn't care, though. He knew that what Lucy was feeling was worse.

Finally, all of him was inside of her, meaning the worst was over. Lucy gave another shaky breath. Natsu then slowly retracted himself from her.

"Do you want me to keep going?" he asked with a frown.

Lucy nodded. "I want to keep going."

Natsu swallowed thickly and nodded, pressing another kiss over her forehead. Then, he sunk himself inside of her again, wincing when he heard a quiet whimper escape Lucy's lips. Truthfully, it felt great for him. She was warm and tight around him, of course it felt good. It would've felt even better though had it not caused Lucy any pain.

Natsu wanted to breathe a sigh of relief as he felt Lucy begin to relax around him. He sped up the pace just a bit, not too much to cause excess pain to the girl. His own breaths grew shaky as she tightened around his shaft.

Lucy's eyes relaxed as she slowly got more comfortable with the feeling. Each thrust had her body adjusting to it and eventually, the pain grew to pleasure instead. She could feel him throbbing inside of her. He continued to thrust into her, going deeper each time.

Natsu, wanting to hear Lucy moan, returned his lips to her breasts. He placed gentle kisses around her nipples before giving them each hard licks. He felt her starting to move herself against him as well now.

Lucy let out a sensual moan as Natsu started to flick his tongue over her hardened nubs. With each thrust, he continued to hit a sensitive spot that had her eyes rolling backwards and had her moaning his name. Soon enough, her toes started to curl and she dug her nails even deeper into Natsu's skin. Pleasure was building up inside of her and she was soon going to boil over.

Meanwhile, Natsu was in pure bliss. He let out rough moans with each roll of his hips. The wet sound his groin made each time he slipped inside of her combined with her moans had his arousal growing astronomically. He never imagined sex to feel this good. He also never imagined her insides to be so warm. Hell, it felt like fire. Familiar and warm.

Natsu felt himself about to cum but held back, wanting Lucy to reach her climax first. Luckily for him, he didn't have to wait long.

A tremor of pleasure rushed through Lucy as she orgasmed, practically screaming his name. Despite the previous pain- some of which still lingering- this orgasm was different from the others. This one was somehow better. It was like an out-of-body experience and it was like she was seeing stars as he continued to pound into her.

She wanted more. She wanted him even deeper inside of her. She straddled his legs, pulling him down and forcing him deeper within her. With that, she felt Natsu crumble and he breathed out her name. His arms shook as he tried to keep himself up. He continued to ride out their orgasms, letting every pump out. When he could no longer keep himself up, he pulled himself out of her and collapsed beside her.

The two were panting, sweat glistening over their skin. The dull pain Lucy felt still remained, but the rest of her felt calm and completely satisfied. She had no regrets at all and was glad that she kept going.

The two glanced at each other and smiled. Though it was rough at first, they were glad they took this step. Natsu brushed his lips against Lucy's.

"How was it?" he asked, a faint blush spreading over his cheeks.

"It hurt a little," Lucy answered honestly. "But it felt really great towards the end."

"A little?" Natsu repeated. "You were crying, there's no way that was just a little."

"It wasn't the worst. And I didn't cry that much! If it did, I wouldn't want to do it again."

"But you do want to?"

Lucy smirked. "Let's just say we've got three more condoms and we aren't letting them go to waste."

Natsu chuckled. "I'm so glad you said that because that was awesome."

The two shared a quick laugh. Deciding it was time to clean up, Natsu stood up from the bed, his face scrunching in disgust as he looked at the condom. There was cum filling the end of it and he was careful while removing it and threw it away.

"Wanna go take a shower?" Natsu asked.

Lucy blushed. "Together?"

"Luce, we just had sex. I don't think showering together is gonna kill anyone," he joked. "Hell, we're still naked."

Lucy laughed and nodded her head. "You're right. I'll shower with you." She got up from the bed and winced. Moving still hurt but she refused to let it hold her back.

Natsu noticed her discomfort and helped her to the bathroom. He turned on the shower to a warm temperature, knowing that Lucy liked the water extremely hot. When the water finished heating up, he grabbed Lucy's hand and helped her into the tub.

Lucy sighed happily as warm water washed all of the sweat off her body. The water also seemed to soothe the ache as well.

Meanwhile, Natsu frowned. "You're hogging all the water, Luce."

"Hmm? Oh, sorry. Here." She cupped some water and splashed it over him with a laugh. "Better?"

Natsu gave a mischievous grin and chuckled. "And you call me the childish one. But you know, Lucy, you worked up a sweat earlier." He picked up the bottle of body wash and upcapped it. "Here, I'll help you out." He then squirted the contents all over her, laughing as she squealed.

"Natsu, stop it! You're wasting that!"

"Can't hear you over all the water you're hogging, sorry!"

Lucy grinned and picked up the bottle of shampoo, opening it and pouring some onto the boy's head and squirting some onto his shoulders. He yelped as it was cold against his skin since he wasn't underneath the water.

After a few minutes of a quick battle to get the other the soapiest, they decided to actually focus on showering. Lucy rubbed shampoo into her hair, humming as she massaged her scalp while Natsu stood under the showerhead. When it was time to rinse, they traded places.

When it was time for body wash, Natsu watched as Lucy squirted some onto her hand and began to rub her arms. In seconds, he was already turned on and hard again. Snatching the bottle from her hand, he squirted some of the contents onto his palm.

"I'll do it for you!" he offered, his gaze falling onto her breasts.

Lucy's brows quirked and she glanced down at his cock, surprised to see it erect. "Wow, Natsu. Already?"

"It's not my fault! You're naked, wet, and rubbing yourself! What do you expect?"

Lucy giggled and shrugged. "Alright, you can do it for me. But no funny business!"

"Deal."

Natsu rubbed the soap over her stomach first. Squatting, he then rubbed it over her legs. Traveling upward, he grabbed her bum and made sure to rub it extra long, loving the feel of her flesh. He wanted to have another go right then and there. Knowing that Lucy needed to rest, though, he moved his hands again. Though, it wasn't much of an improvement since he then started to wash her breasts. And considering he was a boob-guy, he made sure to take his time.

Once they finished with their shower, the two dried off and finished getting ready for bed. They climbed under the covers and spooned. The two were tired out and couldn't wait to sleep.

Lucy turned to face Natsu and smiled. "I'm glad we did this."

"Me too," Natsu replied, mirroring the expression.

"Goodnight, Natsu."

"Night, Lucy."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

They shared a quick kiss before letting their eyes droop closed for the night, blissful smiles plastered to their faces.

#nalu #fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #ftfanfiction #swf #sailing with fire #sorry about the wait

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