#each one of those will randomly pop into my mind and occupy it for days on end

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

I was supposed to be working on the next piece for the estewizard AU but the other worlds were fighting for my attention, so I thought why not include a bunch of them in the drawing. You can think of it as Mateo messing up a spell and accidentally bringing together the multiverse

Solo pictures and short introductions to the AUs under the cut

Puppet (Elena) AU

This AU diverges during Shuriki's seige of the palace. Elena's amulet is found by Esteban before Alacazar. Wanting to comfort the panicked boy at least a little, Alacazar explains that Elena isn't dead and they can easily free her if only they get Shuriki's wand... and that's when the devil spoken about shows up and strikes Alacazar down.

Elena is freed from the amulet by Shuriki and Esteban after a few weeks/months. She's brought to the palace and inofficially kept prisoner by the threat of hurting her family - her family in the painting of course, she's one step away from hurting Esteban herself at any given moment. At first she tries to rebel against Shuriki, free herself and her kingdom from this invader but soon she realises that she can actually achieve more by working with Shuriki rather than against her. Of course, only in minor things, only temporarily, only to keep her pleased so she doesn't harm Avalor more...

Estewizard AU

After 41 years Elena has become the second (or third, depending on if you ask her or Esteban) person in the kingdom after the queen herself. She's officially given the crown to Shuriki a long time ago and now focuses all her efforts on making sure the citizens of Avalor are safe and have nothing to worry about. It would be easier if her shitty cousin didn't try to undermine her efforts every step of the way.

A little glimpse on how much she's changed under Shuriki's influence could've been seen in this little ficlet.

The inciting incident is similar to the previous story, Esteban finds the amulet before Alacazar and learns from him that Elena is trapped inside, but here they both manage to escape from the palace. Esteban joins Alacazar on his journey, with time becoming his apprentice and then a full-fledged wizard and taking over the mission. He builds a whole legendary persona of the Last Wizard of Avalor, while in reality using the Amulet's powers more than his own. After Elena was freed he took over as the royal wizard, continuing his mentor's legacy and taking Mateo on as his apprentice.

(I explained the whole story in greater detail in various posts under the #estewizard au tag on my blog)

To King or not to King AU (tkon)

If the name of this AU reminded you of the To Queen or not to Queen episode, you'd be correct since this AU started with me being dissatisfied with that episode XD I was thinking how I would write a story where Elena grapples with the question if she'd be queen if she didn't have to and skipping now over all my musings on the episode, this story was born. Technically it's not an AU but a canon compliant post canon story where an alternate reality is created in universe.

A powerful wizard realised that the best way to take over the kingdom is to get rid of the royal family. But killing them or locking somewhere would inevitably lead to them seeking vengeance, no, to properly get rid of them she has to keep them happy - and separated. And so each member of the royal family had fake memories implemented and was put into a new life.

Here we see Francisco as a travelling musician/vigilante, accidentally passing by Avalor City. Only the wizard didn't consider that her spell didn't work properly on everyone and this Francisco doesn't have any memories prior to the morning he wakes up on the outskirts of the city, neither the fake nor the real ones.

(Also technically Elena and Esteban are more important figures in this story, but I didn't want to repeat characters)(and designing Francisco was a lot of fun.)

Guapoverse

One of my older stories and because of that probably marked by the most dramatism. One could argue whether it's an AU or simply a post canon story, since the plot takes off around 3 years after Coronation Day, but because of how many liberties I took with the story I prefer to call it the former.

As the general Gabe took it upon himself to improve safety in all of Avalor, not just the capital and to do that he sends his best men to all parts of the country to research the social situation, warn of possible dangers and set up new posts. During one such expedition, Rico stumbles upon a sketchy plot which could potentially put the whole kingdom in danger...

Having lost contact with one of his officers and not experienced in any matters that big yet, Gabe looks for guidance. With Francisco dead, most records of the military under Castillo rule lost and Shuriki's general having disappeared with all the most important archives soon after Elena's return, Gabe turns to the one man he knew to be a successful general - unfortunately that man is currently stuck in a magic sword and has been for the last few centuries.

They strike a deal, Gabe will share his body and Guapo will share his experience and if Gabe successfully brings Avalor out of this crisis, maybe Guapo can finally be released from his magical golden cage.

Now, the picture, after 5 more years the dark cloud of civil war is entirely in the past and Avalor is peaceful once more. As for Gabe, he got to settle down with the love of his life who finally accepted the whole possession deal and though there are still many years and many adventures before him, he can already safely say that he found he earned his star. And Guapo? With the doors to the Spirit World now open to him, he decided to stick around a little longer, he got attached to this kid (and someone has to take care of his fashion sense.)

A little snippet from the guapoverse has actually already appeared on tumblr here.

Neither of these stories really has a firm canon or much in terms of finished pieces but I still love these concepts and think they're great fun even just to muse over. Feel free to send an ask if anything piqued your interest and hey, maybe I'll even know what to answer! And if not we'll brainstorm together

[ayearwithoutwater]

Six.

“Love Again” was one of my immediate favorites upon the release of Dua Lipa’s 2020 album Future Nostalgia. I remember thinking that that album was a solid pop record: its sledgehammer hooks are underpinned by immaculate grooves, and its sonic palette yearns for the disco ‘70s. It’s no surprise, therefore, that 2020 was also the year that I finally educated myself about the music of the inimitable Donna Summer.

I was raised on the piano. My mother had a great love for the instrument but never had the time to learn, so she would live her dreams through me. Beginning as early as age five, I was expected to practice daily on the household piano, originally an old upright piano that was later swapped out for a baby grand Kawai. During car trips, the radio was only ever attuned to classical stations.

Naturally, as I grew up, I developed my own likes and dislikes. Through my bedroom radio, I discovered the likes of Michelle Branch, Avril Lavigne, and Hilary Duff via Radio Disney. Classmates introduced me to LimeWire, which came into my life just before MySpace did, too. Although it was more widely known for being the proto-Facebook, MySpace was also the premier venue for music discovery, in which I would get lost for hours as I scoured for new music. I wanted the coolest song to display on my profile by musicians who were obscure-but-not-too-obscure, and it’s how I came to be a fan of Taking Back Sunday, Something Corporate, and Senses Fail. Music became my first love because I, like so many others, sought to escape an unhappy home; a catchy melody could take up residence in my head, and obsessing over lyrics occupied my mind. My school journals from this period of my life are still covered in my scrawled doodling as I incorporated into my imagination the lyrics of Hot Fuss, my favorite album by The Killers.

One June day after my big breakup, I wandered SoHo with my sister. In the downstairs section of the MoMA Design Store, she played the opening chords of “Clair de Lune”—one of my favorite melodies of all time—on a standing keyboard, evoking a deep sense of nostalgia from within me. As she played, I told myself that, if I managed to patch things up with Henry, I would play the piano with him.

I can pinpoint the exact moment I realized Henry was falling for me. We had been dating for a couple of months, and I was randomly scrolling through his Instagram feed. (Habitually, on social media, I mute or suppress notifications from the men I date unless I think it’s become serious enough to unmute.) I came across a recent video he’d uploaded of himself sitting at an upright piano in his parents’ home, playing his way through and singing “Love Again.” Partway through watching the video, it struck me that he was singing about me.

I have to admit, I was charmed.

We were still in the early stages of our relationship at that point, but all the signs were there of something more taking root. We were spending all of our time together and I had begun to meet his close friends. He was constantly in my apartment to the point that we were starting to discuss eventually moving in together. I knew he was special, I knew I needed to protect him, yet still I feel like I ultimately screwed it up.

When it all ended, I tried to find refuge in music. (I was basically catatonic, anyways, so all I could do was lay in bed and listen to the same sad songs on repeat.) Each year, I create a playlist of songs that I’ve come to enjoy during that year; 2022’s playlist, however, is still a field of landmines for me all this time later—listening, even now, only transports me back to the darkest chapter of my life, where all I could think about was him, him, and him.

Some of those songs include: Tina Turner, “Private Dancer” Harry Styles, “As It Was” Percy Sledge, “Love Me Tender” Kehlani, “altar”

In my time of need, music also had a funny way of finding me.

Before this, I’d never spoken to my parents about my love life. It’s a subject for another time, but suffice it to say that credit should be given where it is due: my mother tried. When she learned what had happened, she suggested that I go back to California for a brief reprieve. So, with my tail tucked between my legs, I went home. That year, I returned to California more times than I did in the past half-decade combined.

In my (American) hometown, I tried to recuperate. Being away from the hustle of New York and being away from Henry, I hate to admit, did bring me some measure of relief. I spent time with my loving, dopey, three-legged dog as well as my friends from high school. I even tried to shoehorn myself into (ill-advised) hookups, rationalizing that I needed to learn how to mingle once more.

I agreed to meet one man, someone I'd met only once before, but neither of us was able to host this time. He came up with a solution, claiming that he had a friend who'd offered us their house for our use. The address he gave me looked suspiciously familiar, but still I drove to it, bad idea notwithstanding, because I was a shell of myself and I no longer cared about propriety.

I showed up. I knocked on the front door, he let me in, and we did the deed. Post-coitus an hour later, after I had put myself back together, I left, and—instead of going straight to my parked car—I went next door and rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and I was greeted by my childhood piano teacher.

Because I don’t often revisit my hometown, I’m sometimes asked to look in on her. As I took a seat in her living room, I looked around—two grand pianos side by side, a couple of dogs, a few cats—and recalled all the years I spent in that very same room, oftentimes a welcome reprieve from my quarrelsome parents. She was a fierce, blunt instructor who hailed from Beijing and possessed a strong streak of kindness. She taught me more than just music theory: her home was where I learned how to regularly interact with pet dogs and cats, and it was where I had my first taste of (my now-beloved) oxtail. After one instance of my childhood self breaking down in tears as a result of her tough reprimands, she softened her approach with me and we developed a good rapport.

I hadn’t seen her since I graduated college, so we had a lot to talk about. I told her about my life in New York and that I was in town to attend a wedding, which prompted the evergreen question of when I myself would be getting married. I wasn’t quite in the mood to come out to her at that moment, so I explained to her my ongoing breakup with my “girlfriend.”

She admonished me, telling me not to give up. She told me to go back to “her” apartment every day, with flowers and gifts, until “she” either shooed me away or, God willing, took me back, because that’s what a man does when he’s truly devoted to his partner.

I merely nodded along. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I’d spent months sending “her” red roses and apologies between New York and Singapore, that I’d bawled my eyes out every night, every week, that I grieved the disappearance of the one person out of all my past lovers I ever wanted to marry, that I was functionally a zombie because I’d lost my better half forever. Thus, I listened to my piano teacher and pretended to agree that I would go back to New York and make all my amends. By then, I already knew that “she” wasn’t ever coming back.

My teacher switched topics to idle gossip. I updated her on the activities of my immediate family; she talked about her neighbors. Interestingly, there was one neighbor in particular who she’d known since he was six years old. Now in his thirties, he was openly gay and still lived in the same house. She’d installed security cameras all over her property and even once called the police to investigate the strange men coming and going from his home…because he lived right next door.

After our visit ended, I drove to a random plaza, where I sat on a nondescript bench and mulled my thoughts over a blended taro slush drink and pan-fried soup dumplings, alone. She’d told me not to give up, but I knew I had to; I was certain that I needed to move on.

As I ate, I pulled out my phone—with its battery at less than five percent—and began another listen of my 2022 playlist.

[johnkrrasinski]

𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐥𝐞

Chapter 2: Those Eyes Add Insult to Injury

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Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogers (in future chapters) x Reader

Word Count: 2,554

Summary: Steve Rogers; a Hollywood A-lister and your clandestine occasional hookup. Best friends since childhood, but people change and friendships fall out. Now you were merely strangers with benefits. What happens when one day you stopped being his doormat to be a better man’s queen? The selfish Steve Rogers would not like it. How far is he willing to go to get his favorite possession back?

Warnings: smut, non-con/dub-con, dark Steve (in later chapter), angst, Steve Rogers is an asshole in this one, no redeeming qualities. (MUST BE 18+)

A/N: this series is dedicated to the lovely @belovedcherry​​ who commissioned this story and developed the concept. thank you for being a friend when i truly needed it. i’m really glad that you trusted me to write this story for you. with all my heart, i sincerely hope you like it. this series will be updated everyday, there will be 4 more chapters ahead.

Several years had passed since you graduated. You and Wanda remained close despite the bustle of life would get in the way sometimes. She got accepted in Yale University and she chose to study Psychology. Maybe that’s why she and you got along so well. You both were humanitarians at hearts.

College was a lot more fun than high school but that also meant the bigger pressure would come along in one package. Nothing that you didn’t expect. You went into social study major to groom yourself for the future you had set for yourself. Life went along as methodically as you originally designed.

But fate was a comical thing sometimes. When it has settled its decision to place two people who have such a rich history in their past together, it would be inevitable and inescapable one way or another.

The past couple of years of high school, you and Steve were practically strangers who went to the same school. He never greeted or talked to you anymore in class and he abandoned every ritual you had in the good old days. He stopped calling or texting, he stopped answering and he stopped coming over.

He just… stopped knowing you.

There wasn’t a day that passed by without you pondering about where did it all go wrong? How did the fair-headed friendship that bloomed like the flowers in spring slip away as briskly as a bottle of wine? A million questions rushed through your nostalgic head and as the season changed, the gap between you and Steve kept extending wider and wider.

You didn’t even know whether he really went to college or not. Or perhaps, he decided to go straight into auditions and found himself a good agent who was willing to manage his career. You still remember when he was so eager to do whatever it takes to study in NYU but you assumed that things had changed since then. He was a different person, after all, maybe he had new plans to pursue his dreams. But of course, life deprecated its surprises being spoiled.

Who would’ve warned you that you would get accepted to New York University as well as Steve?

You didn’t know until you ran into him at a sorority party that you were reluctant to go at first because you were never that much of a party gal, but your roommate, Natasha coerced you to.

Natasha was a kind person but she could also be a little bold than you were used to. You were grateful that she was your roommate though, you were a little worried that you might have to live with someone who was mean or untidy, everything that Natasha was not. You could imagine the relief when you learned how organized and sensible Natasha was. You had a feeling that the friendship you and Natasha had was going to last a lifetime.

“My sweet girl, y/n, I love you but you really gotta put yourself out there, okay? Forget that motherfucker Steve Rogers. He ain’t shit. If you go to the party with me, you might actually find yourself a decent guy who’s a lot cuter than him and who will treat you right. Because if he doesn’t then I’m gonna kick his ass and he will think twice before cheating on you.”

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend, Nat. Besides, I don’t care about Steve anymore,” you lied. “It’s not even about him, I’m just simply not much of a partier.”

“Bullshit. You are now. Let’s go. I won’t hear any more excuses.”

So you had no other choice but to put on a simple dress and went to the party with Nat. There was no saying no to her when she had made up her mind. Plus, you thought it would be a good idea to familiarize yourself with the vicinity and your potential classmates.

You also wrote a new resolution in your invisible diary that you were going to expand your connection in college and socialize more. You were only really friends with Wanda back in high school. You also shared a few classes with Pete Parker who was nice and smart, despite being a little gauche sometimes and you would often talk to him but that was it.

You also lost your childhood best friend who knew you better than anyone else before Wanda did. It truly deteriorated your trust issues and that’s why it was difficult for you to insert yourself in social situations and just effortlessly talk with any stranger.

You stood in the corner with a red plastic cup in your hand that was still almost full of beer. You didn’t drink either so you had no idea why you even bothered holding it. Maybe it gave you a sense of comfort that you wouldn’t be totally alone in this party.

Natasha had asked you to dance but you knew you’d look like an untrained clown at a circus, so you refused to join her. Natasha was currently lost in the music, dancing with a guy named Clint. You had no idea who the hell he was but he seemed nice, and you knew that if Clint had bad intentions with Natasha, he wouldn’t stand a chance and you wouldn’t let him so you assigned yourself the job to watch over Natasha and bring her home safely in case she chugs down a little too much alcohol.

Your eyes wandered around the room, trying to recognize and learn some faces. It felt like you were the only lonely person in the room as the exuberant music faded into the background. Everything felt slow and steady until the person who just walked through the door made your heart stop.

It was Steve. Steve Rogers.

The person you had incessantly wondered about. You hadn’t seen him in over a year even during the gap between graduating and starting your freshman year in college. You were too occupied in moving out, spending as many time as possible with Wanda and your family and filling out college requirements. Steve would emerge in your mind every once in a while but you tried to erase him away as quickly as possible when it happens because you didn’t want to waste your time missing a ghost and someone who probably never spared a second of his life thinking about you too when you are surrounded with your loved ones for the last time.

You didn’t know when you were going to be able to see Wanda again. She was going to New Haven and that means, it would take at least at two hours drive to visit her so you cherished the last moments that you had with her. She was like a sister to you. You still talked to Wanda nearly every day through texts but you also didn’t want to intrude her study too much. Besides, you had your own duties too as a college student now.

So why did it feel like your lungs stopped functioning when you saw his gorgeous face and those familiar pair of cerulean blue eyes? He had a grin on his face as he walked in with five other college boys. You didn’t know who they were but you assumed they were his new group of nitwit friends. Steve was wearing a brown leather jacket with a black shirt underneath.

He walked to where the kegs were with the boys trailing him along like they were his security team. They joked with each other boisterously as if they owned the place. Typical. Nothing you hadn’t seen in high school. But you couldn’t avert your sights from Steve. You were too riveted by the fact that Steve was here, at a sorority party of NYU.

It couldn’t really be him, right? I mean, is this serious? You two really attended the same university? This must be a joke.

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted when Nat pat your shoulder with her energy still blazing from the dance floor. “Whew, that was fun but I need some drink now.”

You didn’t respond as your lips were still agape, not knowing what you were supposed to say to her.

“Y/N? You alright? You look like you saw a ghost.” 

“He’s here.”

“What? Who?”

“Steve Rogers. The guy that I told you about.”

“Where?!”

You pointed in his direction where he was surrounded by a bunch of pretty girls in skimpy dresses now. One of them was groping his bicep shamelessly and Steve had his arm around her waist. She threw her head back as she laughed cheerfully at something he just said.

“You gotta talk to him! Have some closure.”

“What? What the hell am I supposed to say to him?”

“Tell him that you and him are through and maybe, throw a drink at him afterwards. That scumbag deserves it.”

“Nat, no! Are you insane? I don’t wanna cause a scene.”

“But you can’t just let him get away with whatever he wants, y/n!”

“No, let’s just go home and forget it, okay?”

“Alright, if you’re not gonna talk to him, then I will.”

“No, Nat! Stop! What are you doing?! ” But she was already approaching him with ardent footsteps and fire in her guts as she brazenly inserted herself into the middle of the scene.

“Excuse me,” she sarcastically greeted the group. “Yeah, hi, I just need a minute. Are you Steve Rogers?”

You followed behind her but you stood just a few feet away from the incident so that Steve wouldn’t see you. But you could see from over Nat’s shoulder that Steve had a perplexed look on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and all the girls around him were staring at Nat like she was a crazy person who just randomly popped up uninvited.

“…yeah.” He answered.

“Oh, so you’re the asshole that my roommate has been talking about. Man, she really didn’t lie.”

“Excuse me?” The puzzled look on his face turned into an offended one.

“Yeah, my roommate y/n. Does that ring a bell?”

He was aghasted at the mention of your name. Before he was given a chance to answer, Natasha filled his silence with more of her venomous words. “You really have the audacity to show your face here, huh? I swear to you, the next time I see your irritable face again, I will make you regret for ever breathing in my direction, but for now, I think this will do.” She threw the beer in her cup onto his face, humiliating him in front of everyone who was entertained by the drama.

Steve wiped his face with his hand and he was too stupefied by the information that had just been dumped on him like a cold water. Well, it wasn’t entirely figurative though.

Before Natasha walked away, she sneered with a sly smirk on her face, “enjoy your party.” She shoved the empty cup to one of the girl’s chest as she reflexively caught it, with a flummoxed expression, her eyes didn’t stray from Natasha.

She walked away vauntingly from the flock towards you, “let’s go, y/n.” as she kept walking towards the entrance. You were still frozen in your spot as she was already going for the door. But before you could follow her, your eyes landed on Steve’s doused face as his eyes were already fixated on you.

For a moment there, there were only you and Steve and the intimacy of unspoken farewells and muted longing that were encapsulated in one bubble of silence that comes when two people understand each other. It was like the drawer of Steve’s things that he left with the memories and he never asked you to return came hurdling back like ocean waves and everything just evaporated in the ticking time.

There was no need for words because your eyes delivered more than both of your lips had in the past couple of years.

“Y/N?” He uttered your name. That was perhaps the first time he had called you in years. And with that, it was like every broken piece you had intensively woven back together ruptured and there was no safety net that would prepare you for this fallout.  

He was bewildered by seeing you here and you had no clue what you were supposed to say. So you threw him a poignant smile, forcing yourself to put on an impassive facade in front of him. You were good at that, you had years of practice from all those times you found Steve making out with Janet in the parking lot. You wonder if they were still together?

You wordlessly walked away and joined Natasha to the front porch. Steve watched you turn your back on him, not knowing whether he should call your name again, follow you or he should just let you go. You on your way back home were filled with so many thoughts. You couldn't help but wonder, what would’ve happened if you had stayed and talked to him at the party? What would he say to you? Would he even care at all?

But on the other hand, you were relieved. It’s like, you truly got the closure Natasha said you deserved. Never in a million years, you would ever dream about standing up to Steve like that. Hell, you weren’t even brave enough to tell him how you feel back when you were younger. But may God bless Natasha and her parents for creating her, she defended you in a way that you could never do. And she showed you that maybe, it’s time you hold on to your promise that you vowed to yourself, that you were finally going to move on and bury him into your memory dump.

You were in college now. You had no time to wallow in sadness and heartbreak caused by a douche like Steve Rogers. So you made peace with the fact that it was probably the last time you were ever going to see him. You might run into him around college but you weren’t going to let it shake your ground. You unlocked the door of your dorm with a contented smile on your face as you sat on your bed.

Natasha instantly went for the small closet to change into her pyjamas but was briefly delayed by your mumble. “Thank you.”

“Pardon?” Natasha turned her head into your direction.

“Thank you. For doing that… At the party.” You smiled at her. You sincerely meant every word.

“I’d never let a man walk over a good woman like you, y/n.”

You nodded as she carried on with what she was doing. She went into the bathroom to wash herself off and you laid in your bed, feeling lighter than you had ever felt in years. Maybe she was right. It was time you realize your worth. You spent too many years doubting yourself just because Steve was too much of a reprobate to cherish you.

You closed your eyes, relishing in the comfort of your bed without fearing a ghost looming in your sweet dreams anymore now.

Letting tomorrow surprise you with whatever it has in store. Sometimes it involves a charming devil standing on the other side of your door with flowers in his hands and a wicked scheme to accomplish.

[mynameseri]

Akutagawa x F!Reader: Slow Motion

Song: Slow Motion by Slander

Warnings: 18+, N/SFW, alcohol and drug use, dub-con

Word Count: ~2,870

Summary: A seemingly dull night takes a turn for the better, when Akutagawa takes you to a party. Mixed drinks, loud music, foreign substances all lead to lust fueled decisions with the man of your fantasies.

A/N: Honestly, this is just super self indulgent. The idea came to me randomly one night as I was falling asleep and Slow Motion by Slander came on and the rest is history. If you read it, I’d love to hear your feedback <3

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We are dancing in slow motion

We are feeling all the potion

We are loving in slow motion

We are feeling like this new other way of love

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It wasn’t solely the red string of fate that ended up with you meeting Akutagawa. It was more than that. Over the past few months, your friends had been constantly trying to set you up with him, yet you came up with every excuse in the book for why he just wasn’t the one for you. You didn’t want him to be, or at least that’s what you told yourself. Although, the thought of him was enticing, absolutely thrilling; your fantasies of him were unrivaled by any other thoughts that had ever crossed your mind. The last thing you wanted was those fantasies to be shattered by a looming reality.

As you twirled your straw in your drink and sank into the barstool, you began to drift into those ever comforting daydreams. Imagining his hands tracing the details of your body, what would he say about you?  How many hours had you spent memorizing the photos on his social media? His edgy, short captions? Looking through his new followers wondering if they were a love interest of his? Despite actively avoiding him, you were intrigued. Maybe that’s why you kept your distance.

You had only ever met him a few times. Brief interactions. Did he even remember your name? You couldn’t forget his. Akutagawa. It felt so natural rolling off your tongue. You couldn’t help but imagine how it would sound, coming from the back of your throat as he pounded into you. Lewd thoughts raced through your mind anytime your friends brought him up in conversation. Had he ever thought about you in the same ways, with your thoughts always circling back to him? The day dreams were beautiful, but they were just that, a dream. Right?

It wasn’t until you felt a chilling hand on your shoulder that you were shot back to reality.

“Y/N, right?” his soft voice caused your heart to race. “What are you doing in a dingy place like this?” The heat filling your cheeks was a mix of intoxication and embarrassment. You always ended up at this bar by yourself on lonely weekend nights. It was conveniently located near your place, sparing you the hassle of finding parking or catching an Uber. There was no way to explain this to an outsider without sounding absolutely ridiculous though. After a couple seconds of awkward silence, you let out a lighthearted laugh.

“Akuta..gawa…” Your surprise was no secret, as you fumbled over saying even just his name, “I might as well ask you the same thing, should I not?” You mustered all your confidence into that one question, knowing anything after wouldn’t be nearly as smooth. He smirked back at you, surprised by the boldness. He had no business being on this side of town, but you had no right to question him further on the matter either.

“Let’s save the questions for later and get out of this place,” he mumbled, pulling you from the seat by your hand, a movement so seamless you eased right into it. Without any deeper thought about it, you left with him. As you headed toward the exit he leaned into you, “I won’t tell you where we’re going, it’s a surprise. But keep an open mind.”

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Talk about a long night trip, no-no-no

Don't ever wait

You kept traces of my bounds

Your friends are divided in my thoughts

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The car ride was a blur in your mind. It could have been 5 minutes, it could have been 30. Time wasn’t even a concept to you in this moment. Between your phone blowing up with messages from your closest friends and trying to admire the man of your dirtiest fantasies, you were torn. It was surreal. It would take a lot of sobering up to figure out how things fell so perfectly into place, like a board game you managed to get the upperhand in.

Checking your phone only made your heart flutter even harder; your friends were blowing up your messages with their hype, encouraging you to make the most of it. Thank god Akutagawa wasn’t trying to make conversation right now, you didn’t have the brain power or attention span to even fake it. He could probably see that just from looking at you.

As you pull up to a mansion hidden deep in the woods, the reality of it all starts to hit you in the form of anxiety and nausea. The mansion was surrounded by cars - luxury, standard, even some motorcycles. Bassy, loud music blared through the house with so much volume, you could hear it from the outside. Flashing, strobing colored lights shone through the windows. There had to be no less than a couple hundred people inside from what you could see as he parked the car.

“We’re here.” He stated nonchalantly, exiting the car before walking over to your side and helping you out. Once more, he took your hand as you walked up to the entrance together. It was a simple gesture, but it provided you the reassurance you were looking for. Spontaneity wasn’t usually your thing, making this adventure a little out of your comfort zone. But, you had a feeling that right now you were exactly where you were meant to be.

---

We all love

Dance so I can feel your lips, oh, no-no

Don't ever look away

You fill the spaces in my heart

Your friends are nowhere to be found

We're tripping all around, oh, no-no

---

A transparent capsule with a white substance inside lingered in your hand. Akutagawa had just popped a couple himself before handing one over to you.

“Ever tried molly before? I think you’d like it.” He rasped, as he gulped some water to clear his throat. Am I really about to take molly with almost a total stranger right now? You thought to yourself as you prepared your throat to swallow it down. You were already taking so many chances tonight, living on the edge. You had no plan to stop now. Music filled the house and excitement rushed through your body as you downed the pill, eager to see where the night would take you.

How long had it been? An hour? Two? The euphoria consuming your body distracted you from such minute things. Akutagawa’s body felt so perfect as it pressed against yours while you danced along to the songs together. You hardly noticed the masses of people around you on the dance floor. The jealous stares of lustful eyes, the scowls of strangers clearly judging you. He was a very desired man to say the least. You were sure they were asking themselves: why you of all people? But you didn’t care. As far as you were concerned, it was just you, him, and the music. A couple times he had leaned in for a kiss, a small peck but you craved more than that. He smoothly worked his hands up and down your body, over your clothes, riling you up. Conversation was minimal, but you weren’t bothered since you were occupied by your feelings and thoughts.

“I’ve been waiting forever to get some one on one time with you, (y/n).” He whispered into your ear, the words sending chills down your spine. A familiar heat flooded your cheek as. every fantasy of the past flooded back into your mind. Could this really be happening? You didn’t dare want to lose this chance. The chance to make your fantasies into reality.

“I can honestly say I’ve been thinking the same thing,” you confessed, cupping your hand around his face, pulling him in for a kiss. The molly fueled you with a new found confidence, unafraid of any consequences. “I want you.” Without a second thought, you pulled him into a nearby bedroom, hastily undressing each other as soon as you closed and locked the door.

---

We don't know nobody

There's people all around

Oh, girl it's a private party, oh, no-no

We don't know nobody

There's people all around

But love, it's a private party

---

Your tongues crashed against each other, in a war of lust as your bodies melted together into the silky sheets. You had your fair share of wild makeouts and spontaneous happenings in the past, but nothing could even slightly compare to this. Each kiss lingered with the right timing, each time you pulled back for air your eyes met his, stirring up arousal in your core. He looked so beautiful, so vulnerable, here with you right now. The sounds of the party going on in the background faded away as nothing else in the world seemed to matter other than taking in every second with him.

With the way the night was escalating, it was no surprise the vibe between you and Akutagawa became more passionate and heated. His tender lips were so addicting, pulling you back in for more. You couldn’t get enough; it was everything you had ever wanted and more. Removing his hand from where it rested on the backside of your head, you pressed it up against your chest, inviting him to explore your body however he’d like.

With no explanation, he pulled his hand away from your body and retracted from the kiss. He gazed longingly into your eyes as a soft look came over his face, one you had only seen in your daydreams. “Are you okay with all of this?” He asked, cupping his hand around your cheek, “Is this what you want?” He rubbed his thumb gently up and down your cheek causing your heart to beat frantically in a rhythm that almost felt unhuman. Your response was a shy smile as you nodded approvingly. There was no doubt in your mind this was what you wanted. Sober or not, it was always him.

---

We don't know nobody

There's people all around

Oh, girl it's a private party, oh, no-no

We don't know nobody

There's people all around

But love, it's a private party

---

It wasn’t like you to make the first move, but in this altered state of mind you couldn’t help yourself. Starting at his neck you peppered kisses down his soft, pale skin, occasionally taking it between your teeth and gently nibbling on it. He breathed out lightly moaning with each kiss, his enjoyment of your touch was no secret. You made your way down to his length, stroking it a few times as you prepared your mouth to take it.

“Quit teasing me, (y/n). This molly is hitting so hard...” Akutagawa breathed as he entangled his fingers in your hair, pressing down on your head and filling your mouth with his cock. “I want you so badly.” His moans were angelic to say the least. You flattened your tongue against his shaft, taking him in and out of your mouth, trailing your tongue from the tip to the base. “Fuck.” His tightening grip on your hair was euphoric, proof that he was clearly being satisfied. You placed a hand on his cock, moving it in motion with your mouth to pleasure him further. A smirk formed on your face as he involuntarily bucked his hips into you; he was so riled up he couldn’t even control his body.

“I won’t let you cum just yet,” you laughed sweetly, after removing his length from your mouth. He smiled back at you, a hot mess, so worked up from your touch. He looked so helpless beneath you, entranced by your touch, unable to predict what your next move may be. Rather than let you continue to toy with him, he began to stroke his cock with one hand and pulled you up to his chest with his other hand.

“Don’t be such a brat.” He groaned as his lips met yours once again. With no hesitation, he flipped you onto your back, leaning above you and kissing down your neck purposely leaving hickeys as he went. It was your turn to unravel beneath him, craving his touch as he lived up to every expectation you had built in your fantasies. He stopped at your panties, licking your growing wetness on the fabric.  A smirk grew on his face, as your desire for him was all too visible.

“I… want..” you moaned trying to hastily remove your panties. His hand quickly swatted yours away, as he took the fabric of your thong between his teeth and slid them off your silky legs.

“I know what you want.” He teased as he pressed his tongue to your clit, licking it in circular motions while aggressively grabbing your thighs. Clenching the sheets with your hands, you desperately tried to hold back your moans, but it was useless. He knew how to touch you in just the right way, forcing you to let out the sounds you were depriving him of. Sensing and hearing your pleasure, Akutagawa eagerly pushed two of his fingers inside of you, curling them and pumping them in and out of you roughly. As he continued to finger you, he pulled his face away from your core and looked you in the eyes before whispering: “You want… me.” You did and you were craving more. He was bringing you so close to the edge with just his fingers and mouth, you were desperate to find out how much better it would feel with his perfect cock buried deep inside of you.

“On your knees, now.” He commanded you sternly, withdrawing his fingers and leaving you aching to feel some part of him inside of you again. You complied with no hesitation, arching your back so he could hit the most sensitive parts of you with ease. “Good girl.” His praise alone stirred up even more fire inside of you. Akutagawa had no intentions of taking it easy on you tonight, whether this was because of the molly or if this was just how he was normally, you found it extremely attractive, craving him more by the second. 

It was obvious he felt the same, as you kept wanting to take it further, consumed by the euphoria overwhelming your bodies and your mutual attraction to each other. As he positioned himself behind you, you inhaled deeply as you felt the tip of his cock press against your warm, dripping entrance. He let out a breathy groan as he bottomed out inside of you and dug his nails into your ass cheek, causing you to whine out his name. Holding back a chuckle, he leans against your body kissing your spine while he pounded his dick in and out of your tight, wet core. 

“Gonna… Cum.” You whined between moans, as each perfectly paced thrust brought you closer to your impending climax. His rough hands smacked your ass in unison, a strike so powerfully painful yet enjoyable, you yelped in response. While continuing to fuck you, he moved his hands from your ass, bringing one to grip your throat and the other to pull your hair. Euphoria. Pure ecstasy. The drugs. The sex. The roughness. It was perfect. You were so overwhelmed by being fucked senseless while drowning in so many emotions. “Akutagawa!” You choked out, feeling your pussy tighten around his cock as waves of pleasure rippled through your body. It was the most intense orgasm of your life, unlike any you had ever experienced before.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Akutagawa moaned, not loosening his grip on your hair or throat, “But, I’m not done yet.” He rammed his cock into you, deeper and harder than he had at any point in the night, making the most of your pulsing core around his length. He continued to fuck you aggressively as you quivered from the continued stimulation, chasing the euphoria of his soon to be climax. Not long after, his thrusts became sloppier and slower in pace as he released inside of you, while letting out the softest, hottest moan you had ever heard.  

---

Listen, talk about a long night trip, no-no-no

Don't ever wait

You kept traces of my bounds

Your friends are divided in my thoughts

We're tripping all around and though

---

As you began to sober up from the molly and pleasure that had guided your night, you laid breathlessly in Akutagawa’s arms. Questions, thoughts, feelings all flooded your body now that you had a moment to rest and process it all. From start to finish, you would have never guessed this was how your night was going to play out, lost in the fact that this was completely unlike anything you had ever experienced before. The silence of the room contrasting the dying down party in the background was comforting in a way you couldn’t explain. Tracing your fingertips around Akutagawa’s arms, he hummed happily as his lips pressed against your head.

“I’d like to see you again.” He breathed, catching you completely off guard.

“Then please do.” You responded effortlessly, thoughts of the possible future clouding your mind. Akutagawa pulled you closer into his body, giving you one last kiss before you both drifted into sleep.  

[ella-se-vuelve-loca]

Chapter 18

Grand Masterlist

Series Masterlist

I wrote this chapter a little while back and I’m pretty sure it needs some editing, but here you guys go! This is kind of a short chapter though I’m ngl 

Previous Chapter

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~ 4 months later ~

Joel’s P.O.V.

“We’re so happy to have you boys here with us today!” The interviewer spoke into the microphone. “How are you guys? How’s the tour going so far?”

“Aahh it’s been great! We love being able to travel again and seeing our amazing fans.” Richard smiled. “We’ve missed being on the road.”

“I just saw you guys last night.” The other interviewer said. “You guys were amazing!”

“Aye thank you bro! We hoped you enjoyed the performance.” Chris chuckled. “I did! I mean you guys give 110% every single time in these performances. My daughter loved you and hopes to see you again in concert.”

“Thank you so much, man.” I smiled and reached for my cup of coffee that was on the table. “Think you can give us a little performance one of your songs for all those cncowners listening in on the radio right now?”

“Yeah no problem. Let’s do it..” Richard spoke as he started off on our single ‘De Cero’. It’s been a couple of months, but I still miss her. I eventually told my group that we weren’t seeing each other anymore. I thought it was time that I came clean to everyone and told them everything and not hold anything back. My relationship with the boys changed a bit, I guess I’m lucky that they don’t hold grudges.

Richard told me that it was the right thing to do, with coming clean to everyone, so we can work on where we go from here. I feel out of the loop these days because I feel like everyone is judging me, but at least they know now and I don’t have to carry that secret with me anymore. I just have to carry the guilt of me hurting someone I love and doesn’t want to see me.

“Wow. Beautiful voices.” The interviewer clapped. “No wonder you boys won La Banda. You guys have a gift.” I looked at all the boys as they smiled at the compliments we were getting. “Aye thank you man.” Richard chuckled. “Let’s get into the more juicy stuff while we got you here…”

~~

After the interview, it’s off to sound check we go. We walked on stage and our crew handed us our microphones. “Okay, just do a rerun of ‘Pretend’ and let’s see how that works.” I held the mic up to my lips as I started off the song.

“I only love you in the middle of the night

That's when you're on my mind

Every time I get the feeling I can't fight

And I know it just ain't right”

Maybe this is a sign that I should just leave (Y/N) alone, considering the fact that I can’t ever really talk to her again because of Johann. I don’t want to leave her in the hands of him though. If I can’t be with her, then I want someone who’s gonna love her like I should’ve to be in her life. I want her to be happy, even if it’s not with me… I just can’t stop thinking about her though.

“Al borde de perderte otra vez

Ahora que estás tan dentro de mi piel

No sé qué puedo hacer si estás con él

But for now we just pretend”

I looked around and saw Zabdiel sitting down on one of the steps, patiently waiting for his part to come on as Christopher was now singing his verse. Not trying to make a high school musical reference here, but I need to get my head in the game.

She will randomly just pop up in my mind and make me miss her when I shouldn’t. I can’t be looking like a lost puppy up on stage while having our cncowners glance my way and wonder if I’m okay. I need to just focus on giving out an amazing performance for our fans.

We continued singing and practicing our dance routines until we were granted some time to ourselves. I walked around the stage as I could hear the rest of my bandmates talking and Christopher laughing up a storm. I have an idea of how I can somehow apologize to her without mentioning her name through the power of music. I just have to go over this with the guys first and really talk about how I can do this. “Hey, Richard?” I called out as he turned around to look at me. “Yeah?”

“Can I talk to you about something?” He nodded and walked my way. “Sure, what’s up?”

~~

(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

“So, what do you think?” Johann asked me. “I.. I really don’t know about this.” I wrapped my arms around myself as I thought about his idea. “My acting skills are not the best.” I chuckled as he took my hands into his own and smiled. “Oh c’mon.” He laughed. “I’m not gonna judge you. Just think of this as like… a fun activity for us to do together that will just so happen to be posted on my YouTube channel.”

“With this song that you picked?” I asked. “It’s just a song, (Y/N). I’m not asking you to sing, just act..” I sighed and looked at anywhere but him. I still think about what could’ve happened if I had made it just in time before Joel left. Johann told me that he couldn’t wait for me and left without another word, but somehow I don’t fully believe him.

I saw how Joel was days before he left – he was begging on his knees… and Johann told me that he didn’t want much to do with me anymore when we ate breakfast together that morning. I wondered why he was there, but I guess it made sense as the two of them are friends and he wanted to see him one last time before he left.

“Please? It’s so difficult to find somebody else on a short notice and you’re already here..” He smiled once more as I thought about it. It shouldn’t be all that  bad, right? This could maybe be fun, considering what the song he’s singing is all about. Being with him has helped a little with forgetting about my broken heart, but it’s time to finally forget about him. I can’t stay stuck on Joel forever.

“Okay..” I nodded my head. “I’ll do it. It’s just acting, right?” He clapped his hands and smiled at me. “Of course. Alright, let’s get this started. I owe you so much for this!”

~~

“Wow, look at you.” I chuckled as Johann came out with a jacket on and spun around, showing off the article of clothing. “Ah, muy guapo, eh?” He smiled as we stood in a hot pink LED lit room as we waited for instructions for the video.

“Again, thank you so much for this. It means a lot.” He said. “Hey, it’s no problem. I’m just happy to help out a friend.” I gave him a side smile as I fixed my hair. “We’ve already run through with you what we’re gonna do, it’s really simple.” I nodded at the cameraman and moved my hair off to the side, clearing my throat. “I got it.”

Soon after a couple of minutes, the music started playing and we both got into character. I turned around to look at him as he smiled at me, slowly walking my way. There’s 3 different scenes that have to be done and I’m in only 2 of them. This is a whole new territory for me because I’ve personally have never been in a music video before. He continued lip syncing to me as we got closer and closer.

“Great, now bring your hand up and – that’s it!” I brought my hand up and slowly slid my fingers down his chest, slightly opening up his jacket, revealing his skin to me as I slowly looked up at him. This actually became a lot more sensual than I thought it would just looking up at him. It’s been a few months and it hurts a little less whenever I think about Joel, but it’s not completely gone. I guess Johann is doing a pretty good job at keeping my thoughts occupied with something else.

“Spin her around.” The director yelled over the music as Johann took my hand in his and slowly twirled me around. I laughed and tried to keep my mind off of the last time I danced with Joel. Stop thinking about him, (Y/N), It’s over.

He stood behind me and brought his hands down to my waist, keeping me there as he buried his face in my hair. I leaned my head slightly to the side and smiled. It’s a little awkward just having people off to the side just watching us, but at the same time, it was pretty fun and interesting to see a little side of his world.

I was pushed up against a wall, my left arm in the air as he brought his head down close to my neck as I chuckled. His breath against me tickled as I looked off to the side. I know it’s been a couple of months, but every once in a while, I’ll hear Joel’s song on the radio or on my playlist pop up and all those memories will come rushing back into my mind as I thought about what if.

Before I knew it, we were finished with the first scenes of the video and had to get started on part two. It’s time I start to get over Joel, it’s been a little while now.

~~

I leaned against the brick wall as Johann stood a couple of feet ahead of me. I’m still not quite sure how I feel about him lip syncing this song to me, but it’s too late now to back out of it. I soon heard the music playing and immediately got into character. I walked past him on the concrete street, pretending to mind my own business as he walked closer to me with a cocky smirk on his face.

He grabbed onto my hand as I pulled away, moving a strand of hair away from my face as I looked at him. He kept his gaze on mine as he slowly walked closer to me until my back was against the brick wall before I pushed him away from me. This is a slight contrast to how the first scenes with him went.

We stood next to each other as I pretended to be hurt as he raised his eyebrow and smirked, following me as I slowly walked in front of him. I don’t quiet know why he chose me to be in this video with him, the song is literally kind of throwing Joel under the bus.

I turned to face him as he held reached for my hand and led us into a slow dance as I smiled at him. I’ve never been apart of a music video before, but so far this is actually pretty fun. He’s not that bad looking, now that I’m actually really looking at him, but I don’t think I see him as anything other than a friend.

My back was against the brick wall as he leaned one of his arms above my head and looked down at me. He continued lip syncing the lyrics to me until he slowly brought his head down. I could feel his breath against my lips and wondered if he was actually gonna go through with it until I heard someone yell cut. Johann pulled away and gave me a smile, taking my hands in his. “All that’s left is my part.” He chuckled as my face must’ve been a little red.

I know we’re not together anymore, but it just felt like I was cheating or something. Like I was cheating on my heart, on my feelings I still have for him. “Come on, let’s go get a bite to eat. We won’t start on my little scene until later on. So in the meantime..” He fixed his hair and turned to me. “Let’s go pick up pizza for everyone. Don’t worry, someone already called it in. It’s our job to bring it back here.”

He held out his arm for me to take before I linked us together. “We’ll be back in 15.” Johann yelled out as we walked down the street to find a place to pick up some food. “What did you think?” He asked me. “Did you have fun?”

I chuckled and slowly nodded my head. “I have to say, it was more fun than I thought it would be.”

“I told you it wouldn’t be so bad.” We walked into a pizza restaurant that was close by and told them that we had already called in an order and were here to pick it up. “I know a lot of people think I’m not a good guy.” He spoke. “What do you mean?” I asked.

“What I mean is that all of Joel’s fans don’t think I’m good enough for him. They think that I’m riding on the back of his fame and that I’m not.. genuine or something.” He said. “Joel is my friend and I would never do anything to hurt him. Sure, being with him is starting to give myself a name, but not the one I’m hoping for.” I frowned as he continued. “I know you don’t really wanna talk about him, but I don’t want you to think the same thing they do. Am I a bad person for wanting to hang out with my friend?”

I shook my head. “No, of course not. Joel... is your friend who just so happens to be a celebrity. It’s not your fault for wanting to be with him and not get judged.”

“I guess being with him comes with some sort of price now, does it?” I slowly nodded. “I guess it does..” We waited a few more minutes until they handed us the box as I took out my wallet. “Nu – uh – uh, (Y/N). I got this.” Johann said as I shook my head.

“It’s fine, really. This is the least I could do since you let me be in your little music project. This is me saying thank you.” He smiled and pulled away. “If you insist.”

After we had brought the pizza back to the rest of Johann’s crew and ate, I decided that it was time for me to go on home and get some rest. “The video will be posted up soon, we just have to edit and fix some scenes but I’ll let you know when it’s up.” He smiled at me as he walked me to my car. “Okay, great. Thanks for letting me be a part of this project.”

“No, thank you  for agreeing to do this with me last minute.” He chuckled as I got to my car door. “Well, I uh guess I’ll see you later.” I said. He nodded and lifted one of my hands up to his lips and planted a small kiss on top. “I’ll see you later.” He smiled and backed away, letting me open up my door and getting inside. I strapped on my seatbelt and started my car.

Why did he do that? Where did that little kiss come from? I turned my head and waved bye to him through the window as I drove off. I had fun doing this, I’m not gonna lie, but being that close with him brought up a lot of confused feelings.

Next Chapter

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So we begin with falling, for some bizarre reason a person who calls themself my sibling is falling. On fake television in a fake world not one created by me this seems to be a swallowily thought out world at best. He managed to avoid whatever safety and security measures in place to prevent such a situation. I believe the world is still being thought out as many are constantly in flux unbenounced to most. He is falling from a game show area. A part of them wishes each time despite their calculations and experience that maybe this world is real. It is hope, a small irrational one for a reality that is never possible. My “sibling” seems to refer to himself see himself as sa no matter what name they are currently going by right now it is jo this name and longer varatants are used alot by them probably to annoy the writer of course they know if they are doing the writer is truly doing it themself but freewill has been something so far out of reach for so long them it doesn't really matter any more. Back to falling they land in a way they know will inflict the most damage. Why? To put on a show I assume why go through all this effort otherwise. Despite him having the same condition as me I don't want to meet that's why i keep watching his annoyingly predictable show. If you knew more about me that statement would seem even more heartless but if you knew even even more about me I might still seem heartless but probably not as much. I just tuned in. I don't know if their goal is just cause distribution or something more I assume they portaled into the world at the ceiling. That is the easiest way. I was at Landing wasn't I’m filtering through the bare minimum of thoughts and still getting side tracked great wonderful love having a never still brain well at least i did end up like that other subject or as Sa would loving call him brother. Ok lets try for fairy tale narration, Blood pours out their wounds for the few seconds the wounds are open before their body designed to perfection no cuts last no scars no lasting bruises the only markings on them are the tattoos they look so out of place like a thorn apart part carcass in the middle of a large bed of light flowers which only bring out the gore more, like kindergarten assignment written in cayron three different crayon colors randomly chosen among a sea of college essays all uniformly formatted just submitted written with hopely extreme care but some have procrastination issues either way surface level uniformity of course this would be true when there isn't blood all over Sa that is the tattoo isn't that noticeable with the dried blood. Sa’s parts (I am aware that is phrasing is weird but i had a long day my carefully crafted dimension almost ended again and the person I’m tied to almost died again an some much is wrong with the they landed and i am too lazy to describe yet another gory scene) were all messed up some got completely detached and subsequently regrown others drifted back some Sa had to pop back in when enough of them was functional to do so.

The only thing indicating there was any damage other than the searing memory of all the viewers and the audience who signed up to watch a family game show, not whatever surreal horror experience they’ve found themselves in. Is the bloody floor with some people pieces other than blood if we really want to get specific, Sa’s wrecked clothes, and the dried blood on him. Most game show host no matter how clever and smart usually don't know how to deal with this maybe the would have something prepared if it was a freak accident or if this was modern rome were instead of watching people die in grotestic ways in coliseums, they instead watch it game show style in tv the host could just blow it off as another death but none of those situations account for the person coming back in a immortal game show the host would have the easiest time dealing with it but Sa wouldn’t do this at a immortal game show. They wouldn’t for a few reasons one it would be boring the shock factor only works in situations where coming back from the dead is rare or impossible number two they hate immortal interpretations because well we don't have time for that but just use your brains you’ll probably come up with something probable. Well all eyes are them oh important detail their skin makes it so you can’t remember them you can perceive them while looking at them but you can't recall them, but you can recall non skin things blood clothes general form and oddly enough tattoos they only have the ones from the experiment though that others didn’t stay.

“Excuse me ma'am are you alright” says the teenage contestant that has determined somewhere in her mind that she was not going to freeze up or break down on tv like a fragile weakling this probably be aired to hundreds if they have not cut to commercial break even if they did that someone in the audience would have recorded it. This is the first time she has seen anything this gory that is real in person.

“Hi I’m Jo Reichenbachn Riley” Sa puts out their hand as to offer a handshake “what’s your name girl”

“Emerald goldstein what’s your actual name” emerald shakes their hand

“I gave you it”

Emerald let out a short laugh “yeah right you expect me to believe Reichenbachn? As in the fictional waterfall that killed the great detective”

“Like Emerald goldstien is anymore plausible”

By this point it has cut to commercial; it has been at commercial since the second they realized Sa was falling.

“I’m about to be forcefully escorted to the exit” says an unconcerned Sa looking behind emerald at the security coming towards them and the clean up team because the human they spilled all over the floor.

“Bye Jo” says the girl with the name of lies. Who thought she’d be more impacted with gore. She looks back at her family; they are horrified with sa and sa’s fall and that their sweet daughter just talked to that woman. Her real name is Utopia Brown and something tells me she’ll be a major character in this plot but I could be wrong. Either way this is Nefelibata signing out now because “sibling” seems occupied.

[uncultureddirt]

Day Zero (Part 4/4) - Park Jisung (Post Apoc!AU)

~REQUESTED~

“It’s cold without you here”

Warnings: Language, angst, violence

It was quiet when you woke up. It always was. Your cot was beneath the only window in the room, which allowed the sun to reach you the moment it began to emerge. Your eyes would slowly open and you’d stare at the ceiling, noting every crack in the old grey paint. Some mornings you’d wake up confused, forgetting where you were, wondering why Jisung wasn’t next to you, breathing too loudly, and holding you tightly. You just couldn’t get used to the empty space beside you. 

“Good morning y/n,” your glum mood was interrupted by Rosalee. She was an older woman, probably somewhere in her mid-sixties. She was the head director of the center you resided in. Rosalee was a kind woman; her heart was warm and inviting. When she spoke her voice was smooth and gentle, like drizzling honey. She welcomed you in and tended to you as you needed it. You always appreciated everything she did for you, but you were unable to express your gratitude the way you wanted. Your sadness was overpowering, and you could only muster up the strength to respond with few words. 

She sat on the edge of your bed wrapped up in a faded pink cable-knit sweater. She was a tough woman, despite her soft and delicate appearance. Rosalee had escaped the claws of Tartix at the beginning of Day Zero, losing her only two daughters during her time spent there. Once she was on her own, she founded a center for children who were alone or lost during apocalyptic times. There were a couple of branches scattered relatively close, the main facility being about two hours away on foot. The branch you were in was a small low profile building, but it was under intense security, ensuring the safety of its inhabitants. 

“Some of the girls are cooking breakfast if you want to help.” She smiled and got up. She never expected anything in return from her kindness. She was one of those genuine people who need not receive a ‘thank you’ for their charitable actions. You watched her small frame move into the front room and thought about her offer. After deciding you would join them in the kitchen, you lifted yourself out of bed and pulled up the blanket, fixing it nicely.

Walking through the large room quietly, you were cautious not to disturb any of the younger kids who were still asleep. You were wearing one of Jisungs big flannels. When you first arrived Rosalee urged you to throw it out as it was covered in ash and blood. However, after seeing your emotional attachment to the old flannel she washed it and returned it to you.

“I hope he finds you.” She had said when handing over the freshly cleaned shirt. 

~

You walked into the kitchen to find two of the girls around your age working. Both of them were nice, and even though you kept to yourself most of the time, you liked them. One girl, the freckled one with long red hair heard you enter and looked up. 

“Y/n, hey!” said Emi.

“Hi,” you smiled lightly. Everyone at the facility understood that trauma caused by the apocalypse varied from person to person, so they never held your quiet manner against you. 

You sat at the counter and began to talk, “You guys need any help?”

“No, we’re just about done. Thanks though,” the taller girl with her head shaved, Zola, replied.

You looked down and let the sound of oil popping in the pans fill your ears. The girls began talking again, occasionally asking you questions and bringing you into the conversation. It was hard to occupy yourself when your mind was stuck on him. Each passing day reminded you how alone you felt. What hurt most was the lack of closure. You didn’t even know if he was still alive. You clutched the edges of his flannel as you thought. The sadness would hit you randomly, and apparently, it decided to strike then and there. 

“Y/n, you okay?” Zola sat next to you, “How long has it been today?” 

“Almost two years,” you paused and rested your chin on your hand, “I don’t think he’s coming.”

“No, come on, don’t say that. He loves you and he is out there. Fate will slowly bring you two back together. Okay? Trust me. He is looking for you.” 

You soon felt sorry. Zola and Emi had both went through their own set of trauma. They lost their families and had endured their own pain. They were always kind to you, even when you could not look them in the eyes to say hello. You felt embarrassed, how could you be so weak when everyone else seemed so strong? You held your breath as you felt yourself begin to cry. Reaching out her arms, Zola hugged you. Within seconds Emi came over from the sink to hug you as well.

“Thank you,” you cried, and you meant it. 

~

Jisung breathed heavily as he ducked his head under the dense shrubbery. 

“Which way’d you see him go?” a voice called out.

“I thought he came over here,” another replied.

He clutched his gun and the cans of food he had just stolen, closing his eyes to internally beg to no one in particular. 

‘Pass. Walk past me. Pass.’

His heart was beating loudly, though not out of anxiety. He wasn’t scared anymore; he was tired. This was routine for Jisung. Today, he timed his mission poorly. Right as he was escaping from a window, arms full of goods, the family whose home he had ransacked returned home. Jisung was forced to sprint. He would never let himself get close to the arms of The Reaper. His will to survive was depended on one thing, and that was you. 

“No, let’s try back over there,” the first voice called back.

Jisung exhaled deeply. Relief. They were moving away. After waiting a couple of moments, he emerged from the greenery. In the past two years, things had changed, even if only a bit. He was slightly taller and his shoulders broader. His hair was longer now, almost covering his eyes, though still black against his tanned skin. Beneath his changed physical appearance, he remained the same at heart. The biggest change was that he had a new best friend. Thievery. 

Thievery slightly hardened Jisung. He knew it did. It made him selfish, forcing him to dehumanize those he was taking from. He wanted to survive. He needed to. And if stealing was the only way, he had to do it.

He began to walk to what he deemed as, ‘his base’. It was a small clearing beneath a useless bridge where he stashed his items. It was hardly a ‘home’, so he wouldn’t refer to it as such. He rarely slept there anyway. Conditions under an old bridge are commonly dark, damp, and musty, and his bridge was no exception. Usually, he’d crash wherever he found himself tired. As long as he picked a spot where he was hidden from a passerby’s view, he’d sleep in abandoned buildings, under trees, old cars... 

But he refused to make a ‘home’ out of his ‘sleep spots’. They didn’t feel like ‘home’ without you.

On his way over he felt his foot kick something hard. Jisung looked down to find a tiny handheld radio. It was coated in dirt, and most likely broken. Regardless, Jisung took it. During an apocalypse, kleptomania is arguably justified. When you have nothing, you’ll take anything that might help you survive. 

He placed his new items in his collection and then sat down next to one of the piles. Leaning his head back, he placed a hand on his upper thigh. After digging out the bullet with a pocket knife, the skin never healed correctly. He was left with a mangled scar, and it ached when he aggravated his leg muscle excessively. A scar. A collection of recovered skin, sprinkled with tiny nerve endings desperately trying to hide a wound. Jisung’s body was covered in scars. From the thick one on his thigh to the tiny ones etched over his hands and chest, and to the deep one that severed his heart. 

Opening his eyes, he decided to check out the radio, dusting off the film of dirt. He flipped it over and examined the back.

“No batteries. Nice.” he rolled his eyes and looked around his stash. He scanned the shelves and piles until he found what he was looking for. 

Unscrewing the bottom of a flashlight, he shook out two D batteries. 

After reinserting the batteries into the radio, he began fumbling with the buttons. He jumped slightly at the static sound which pierced through the silence of his base, reverberating off the walls. As he flipped through the stations, he silently wondered whose hands touched the dials before his own. ‘Where are they now?’ Oh, and he wished for the painful white noise to subside. 

~

“Y/n.” You were awoken to the sound of a soft whisper. Rosalee looked down at you with her kind eyes. She was wearing a backpack and a baseball cap. You noticed the tiny pieces of silver that poked out the sides of the hat, framing her face gently. She began speaking, quietly though, being cautious not to wake anyone else up, “I’m leaving for a couple days. I guess there’s an issue up at the main facility.”

“An issue at the main facility?” You sat up and rubbed your eyes, slowly comprehending her words. 

“Yes. There was an external security violation,” she paused noticing you grow tense, “It’s nothing to worry about. The trespasser is non-threatening. I’m just being called over to direct what we should do with them. While I’m gone, tend to my hydrangeas please.” 

“Hydrangeas? Like the flower?” You were confused, why were said plants being prioritized? If they were so important, why hadn’t you heard about them before? You waited for her to change your orders you to a more serious, grueling task, but she left it at that. Her hydrangeas.

“Yes, they’re in my office. They get very thirsty, so I’ll need you to water them and make sure they get sunlight, it can get dark in there sometimes.” 

You nodded. 

“Okay,” she smiled and began to walk away, “I will see you soon.”

After she exited, you laid in your bed and sifted through the information she gave you. You were staring at the ceiling as you had countless times before, but this time your mind wasn't concerned with the cracks or the old grey paint.

‘What the hell is the deal with the damn flowers?’ 

~

Later that day you found yourself sitting outside. Your gaze glided across the metal fence which stood tall, closing you in. It seemed odd to know that you were grounded to one side of the fence and do nothing about it. Sure, the wall of metal surrounding you was there for your safety, to keep the rest of the world on the outside. But it felt funny. The same fence lies around the Tartix base to keep the inside world in. 

Leaning back slightly, you rested your back against the building. It felt cool on your skin. You closed your eyes, feeling the wind brushing against you and listened to the sound of peace. The lull of serenity. 

“Oh shoot,” you exclaimed, disrupting the silence, “The flowers.” Quickly rising, you made your way inside. 

The walls in the narrow hallway to Rosalee’s office were painted a shy shade of blue, appearing almost white in the faint daylight. The window at the far end of the hall was the only source of light, and if you had arrived any later you would have struggled to find your way. You soon found yourself in front of what you knew to be her office, though you’d never been inside.

“Woah. Hello Hydrangeas,” you mumbled as you assessed the room around you.

The office was small and dim. A wood table sat in the middle, paired with a chair home to a faded pink cushion. The table was stacked high with books, photographs, and papers. Turning to the wall on your left, you located a large window next to a tall bookcase. You wouldn’t have known it was a window hadn’t you moved the sheets. They were pinned up with tacks, concealing the window completely. And right in front of the window was a large light, hung over a tiny table of lively flowers. 

“So this is how they get their light, huh?” you spoke aloud to yourself. 

Crouching down, you observed the plants. There were four pots, each with a large bulbous plant, one pink, one white, and two sister shades of both purple and blue. In a world often depleted of color and life, seeing such vibrant colors was almost supernatural. You tilted your head as you admired them, falling in complete awe. After shaking yourself out of your wonder-struck trance, you noticed a tiny note taped to the light. 

‘INSTRUCTIONS FOR MY GARDEN’ 

You smiled at the word ‘garden’. The table of four plants was humble, but Rosalee cared about it. It was a patch of life in a meadow of chaos. It was her garden. 

~

“Be… days.”

“Huh?” Jisung quickly awoke. 

Like a pair of sharp scissors slicing a clean line in a fresh piece of paper, the sound of static tore through his silent morning, waking Jisung up. Digging in his coat pocket, he pulled out the tiny radio he had recently claimed as his own. He stared at it, waiting for it to speak once more. 

“Hello? You there?” The voice was that of a woman. Her sentence came through clearer this time. He could make out words and hear her tone. Something about her smooth voice alleviated his restless soul. 

“He… oh?” Static again. Once a couple of minutes went by, he sighed and put the radio back into his pocket. He was still tired, and it was still early; he was going to go back to sleep.

“Yes. Yes. I’m here.” It was a man's voice this time. 

Jisung jolted up and pulled the radio back out, staring at it. Why was he so eager to hear someone’s voice? Why was it so…  comforting? Maybe it was the voice. Maybe it was how the silence was finally gone. Or maybe it was the reminder he wasn’t alone. 

“Okay. Did you get that? I’ll… an issue at…” Jisung cringed each time the static broke in, interrupting the flow of the conversation. “I left food in the cellar. Enough for… Send one of the boys over when you’re low…”

‘Food.’ Jisung smiled excitedly. ‘Food.’

“How long?”

“A couple days. I’ll keep in touch. Over.” 

“Over.” 

Static.

He sat for a while, pushing the buttons on the faded black device. He longed for the sound of a voice, any voice. Loneliness swarmed him like summer gnats. Even when he tried to swat it away, it returned and lingered, hitting him in different places, driving him nuts. He longed for company, for your company.

“Hello?” It was the man's voice again, “Hello?”

Jisung closed his eyes and began listening again. ‘It’s like TV,’ he thought to himself, smiling lightly. 

“Hello? I need to send someone over later for…”

“Yes?” The soothing voice returned. 

“Where should I send them?”

Jisung sat up and opened his eyes. These woods were vast, but he knew them well. He pushed his hand through his hair, listening as the women drew out a road map, pointing to where her base was. 

“...and have them end near full rock circle…”

“Full rock circle. I can get there,” he whispered, almost like he was replying. 

Food. Base.

Jisung put the radio down and stood up. He had fallen asleep in a van he often slept in because of the close distance to his ‘stash’. He then began to move, being wary of his surroundings.

Something was stirring in Jisung. Some hate that had boiled over his time in solitude. He had lost everything; all he had had been taken and pried from his grasp. Every waking moment reiterated the pain of his existence. What he owned remained hidden in a crack of cement. It was sad. He felt pathetic. 

In moments like those, he found refuge in his only pastime. The only thing that could help him escape the depreciating feeling. Thievery.

Jisung wanted to steal. 

He felt like he had to.

~

It had been three days since you saw Rosalee and three days that you been caring for her tiny garden. 

You were sitting at her desk, letting your body sink into her soft pink chair. Your eyes danced over the papers, book covers, and photographs. The photos in the stack at the edge of her table were faded slightly and folded at the edges, almost as if they were frequently shuffled through. 

Lifting the stack, you began to flip through them. The first image depicted a tiny girl standing in front of a building. Her arms were positioned outwards, spread wide, like she was showing off the cozy-looking house and rectangular plot of soil behind her. You tilted your head, flipping to the next photo. It was the same girl, only this time taller, her hair now reaching her elbows. She stood in the same spot, smiling again, the patch of dirt now full of green sprouts. You continued to flip through the photos; most of them were of two girls, one being the girl in the first two pictures, and what you recognized to be Rosalee. Assuming they were her daughters you began to imagine Rosalee as a mother until you were met with the last photo. The unfamiliar girl was older now. Her smile was still warm, and it visibly resembled Rosalee’s. She was not accompanied by dirt, nor by stems with small buds hanging off the edge. Instead, there was a crowd of violet, blue, white, pink and every color in between. 

“Hydrangeas,” you whispered. 

You grabbed the first photo from the stack and placed it beside the last one. Studying the girl, you noticed how she aged slightly, though her smile remained just as lovely and radiant as it had been before. You lifted the photos up and brought them towards the window, so you could see them in the light. As you gently moved the image, and the light penetrated the picture, you noticed something scribbled on the undersides of each.

Flipping over the first one, you read the words under your breath. 

‘Mommy and I planted today. I want the flowers to bloom now. She says I have to wait for it to be pretty and that good things take time. I don’t get what that means. Also, I don't like the dirt, it's not pretty. Mommy said our flowers will be pretty. She said this is our garden.’

It was written in childish print, words were misspelled and letters looped messily. For some reason, there was a lump in your throat. Slowly, you turned over the next photo and began to read again.

‘Look at our garden!!!!!! It's so pretty. Mommy is right. Good things do take time. The pink one is my favorite, Mommy says she agrees.’ You stopped reading the swirly childish print and flipped back over the photo. Grazing your finger over the tiny girls face, tears welled up in your eyes. 

“Both of my daughters were taken,” you remembered Rosalee’s words pouring out from her like blood dripping from a wound. You remembered the pain in her face as she spoke and the way her voice became choppy. 

The first tear slipped down your face as you stared at the girl whose heart was so happy and smile was so warm. Suddenly, you couldn’t hold back your emotions. You dropped down in front of the flowers and cried. You cried for Rosalee’s daughters and the golden future they’d never see. You cried for their garden, which had been reduced to four pots in a dark room. You cried that the evil arms of Tartix stole a mother’s beloved children. You cried that good things take time. You cried hard for your world. You clutched the photographs to your chest tightly, your vision clogging with tears. 

This garden was not for Rosalee. It was for the girl who was promised a garden, a garden full of love and rich in color. 

~

It was all planned out. Calculated cleanly. Organized perfectly. Jisung knew how to go about the task. He was ready to steal. 

As the sky turned black, Jisung found himself stationed near the high metal fence. He felt like a creature, a beast prepared to stalk his prey. Though being conditioned to steal, there was a deep pang of worry and guilt within him. He wasn’t nervous. He was upset. Upset that Day Zero had degraded him to such filth. Once running through the plan a few more times, he decided it was time. 

He climbed his way over the fence, taking out a pair of cutting pliers to cut the jagged barbed wire on top. Jisung then jumped down, landing skillfully on the balls of his feet. The dirt lightly thudded beneath him, but not loud enough to draw any attention towards the intruder. 

Entering a field he wasn’t familiar with always got his adrenaline pumping. It made his thoughts race. 

‘You’re the odd man out; you’re the reason the fence lay high and security holds weapons. You’re the glint in the shadows and the gentle rustle of leaves. It’s your footprint stamped in the wet dirt and it’s your fault there’s empty space where items belong. You’re a thief.’

He made his way towards the building, staying pinched to any available walls. He moved through the night swiftly, a master at traveling in the darkness. 

‘Shit.’ his brain yelled loudly. Jisung stopped his movements. A figure was sitting near the building. ‘What the fuck is someone doing outside right now?’ 

Jisung moved his hand into his pocket, wrapping his hand around a metal grip. Not to fire. Only to scare. 

He moved towards the silhouette, silencing his breath, absorbing his presence into the night. A  fraction of a second later, he grabbed the person’s neck, placing the gun against their throat. 

They became you, and you began to scream. 

‘Fuck.’

~ 

The barrel was cold against your neck. Your mind began to race, and you did the one thing you could think to do. 

Scream. 

You yelled out for help repeatedly, kicking violently and squirming aggressively. 

The air getting to you was limited. The person's arm tightened as he pressed the gun deeper into your neck. Right as you thought you would stop breathing completely, they released you, your body falling sideways. You were coughing wildly as the world around you spun. 

“Y/n?” the voice was shaking and quiet. It was barely a whisper, but you heard it as clear as day. The hair on your neck stood up as your heart took off, catching up to the panting of your breath. 

‘No. I’m imagining things. I must be.’ 

You couldn't turn around; there was something holding you back from turning around. You tried to convince yourself it wasn’t real; it wasn’t him. While you tried to rationalize your thoughts and regain your balance, you heard yelling, and the sound of a body hitting the ground. 

“23! He has a number! Shoot! Now!”

‘23… 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23.’

Your body began to tremble as your mind flashed through memories. You saw him coming towards you at the door, hiding his own fear behind a rifle. You saw him holding you under the cold sky, wiping your tears. You saw him kissing you for the first time, setting fire to every part of your tired heart. You saw him promising you he’d be okay and promising you he’d come back. You heard him tell you he loved you. You began to cry and call out his name. You got up quickly, running sloppily over to the unit of guards holding guns to him. 

“DON’T SHOOT!” 

“Y/n stay back! He’s dangerous!”

“NO! NO! NO! JISUNG! IT’S ME! I’M HERE!” Your lungs were ablaze and your eyes were soaked. You saw him lying there on the ground, helplessly fighting for his life. The guards wouldn’t shoot with you nearby. They couldn’t.

“Y/n? Y/N?” He began resisting with an increased amount of strength. His neck vein bulging as he kicked his legs tirelessly. 

Forcing your way through the wall of tall men, you thrust yourself on top of him. 

“Get off of him! Immediately!” guard commanded.

They were shouting, but you didn’t hear it. The loudness of the world had smudged and blurred behind you. All you could see was his face, coated in dirt and streaked with tears. 

“Holy shit. You’re here.” he breathed up at you.

“Holy shit. You almost killed me.” 

You two stood up together and held each other defensively. All the guards backed away, seeing by your interactions he wasn’t a threat. You held on to Jisung tightly, keeping your face tucked into his chest. You were crying more, being hugged by him, and silently prayed that you weren’t dreaming. 

He stroked your hair as complete disorder and confusion unfolded around you. Kids began pouring outside, waking up to the sound of the danger alarm. Security guards stood confused, dropping their guns to their sides. Jisung kissed your head over and over again. 

You looked up at him and whispered, “Don’t leave me again.” 

“I won’t,” he replied. He stared down at your face and spoke softly, “God, I missed you.” He then placed a hand on your cheek and leaned down, kissing you deeply. 

There was something unfathomable about the experience. Something you couldn’t explain. You felt as if you were floating over your body, watching yourself rediscover your heart. You watched as your body warmed and your mind cooled. You watched the horizon as you stood on top of the hill, tired from pushing the boulder. You watched a vibrant garden full of light grew around you. You watched it all come together because he was there. 

As you slowly pulled away a picture flashed in your mind. A colorful picture with misspelled words that messily danced. 

Looking up at Jisung, you saw the warm colors around him.

He wiped your tears as you smiled at him. You couldn’t wait to thank your friends for being patient with you and tell Rosalee how much you’ve truly appreciated everything she’s done.

Things were going to be okay. 

‘Good things take time.’

And they did. They always do.

~

Concluded!

[tawnyyeyed]

a very belated birthday gift ! 02.06.1988 —— @lyricalrose​ . ♡

     shopping for him is always a difficult task, and a hurdle in which almost every woman faces — whether it be a birthday gift, a christmas gift, a valentine’s gift, or even just a gift for him in general. men are seemingly hard to please and it’s never easy, but for her favourite red-haired rocker from the sunshine state, elouise is adamant on pulling together one of the most perfect and elaborate birthday gifts she has EVER generated with her own two hands. after all, his birthday seems to be the most fitting occasion for her to express her unconditional appreciation for him — the thought of the singer having occupied her mind a lot more often than not over the past six or so months. with the amount of laughter and joy he has brought her through some of the simplest of conversations, he is well deserving of all the gifts he is about to receive as they sit at his apartment door.

     the process all began weeks in advance, back in early january in fact. elouise was attending a house party, sitting with her artist friend richard when quite randomly he pulled a blade from his jean pocket — one of his latest works. it was a pocket knife, ornate in just about every way. silvery and glimmering in the dull light, the metallic grip was engraved with the finest of details. a pile of fanged and beastly looking skulls, thorny and wilting roses amongst them whilst a thick chain coils and tangles around them. the very first thought that popped into her mind was; axl would love this ! the whole design reminiscent of his entire aesthetic, or at least she thought so. immediately she offered to buy the thing off him right then and there, and within minutes the blade was sold and stuffed into her purse at the discounted cost of a mere twenty. 

     however, the bargain didn’t end there. with elouise’s confession that the blade would be given as a gift to someone, a certain someone that richard was familiar with, the artist was more than happy to design a custom tee for the singer he had met once before. a halloween ago, now. it doesn’t take very long for the two to come up with a concept, and it’s only two and a half weeks later that richard is arriving at her apartment door with a black tee in hand. adorned in airbrushed imagery, the design is a caricature of axl — he’s a menacing skeleton in a leather jacket and matching leather pants, his features exaggerated in the way that his shoulders are broadened and the rest of his body tall and skinny, hunched over almost as a cigarette smoulders between bony fingers and a razor sharp grin resides upon the skull’s face. his exaggerated hair resembles actual flames, and beautifully compliments the burning leaves that fall from autumn trees in the background as well as the signature brooklyn brownstone building that towers over him from behind. the imagery is frightening, but insanely cool — and elouise can’t help but let out a shriek of sheer amazement and excitement and AWE when she sees that at the top of the design, ‘mr. brownstone’ is written in big grey letters in a graffiti sort of style. richard never fails to wow her, and he continues to prove that as he turns the tee around show that on the back he has painted a brownstone brick wall littered with graffiti and tagging, though most importantly, it writes; ‘ w. axl rose was here ’. it’s perfect, and it also happens to be the perfect reminder that axl’s birthday is just around the corner and is quickly creeping up on her.

     one late night after a long and tiring shift at the deli, elouise sits down on the floor of her studio apartment with a box and begins decorating it. using various different types and patterns of birthday gift wrap to line the inside of the box, she lays down some multi-coloured tissue paper and sprinkles the bottom of the box with metallic cut-outs of stars and zig-zags that come in green and purple — all purchased from the party store just around the block. carefully, she folds the shirt and wraps it in dainty blue tissue paper. the pocket knife, too — only for both bundles to be prettily tied with multi-coloured ribbons. she can’t help but smile at the job she’s done. loving the decorations and more so the thought of him seeing them for the first time, and then taking the time to open each gift individually. she honestly wishes that she could be there just to witness the opening of the gift, see the hopeful joy that it will bring him and see that darned smile of his. the thought brings about butterflies fluttering in the pit her stomach and she can’t pinpoint exactly why. it even has her blushing as she sits there, alone on cold and wooden floors as she thinks about a boy two and a half thousand miles away. rush’s closer to the heart playing softly on a nearby stereo. 

𝒚𝒐𝒖   𝒄𝒂𝒏   𝒃𝒆   𝒕𝒉𝒆   𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅   𝒊   𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍   𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘   𝒕𝒉𝒆   𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈   𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐   𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓   𝒕𝒐   𝒕𝒉𝒆   𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

     that is when she has a lightbulb moment. a mixtape. what if she makes him a mixtape ? or two. pondering on it, it’s only a matter of seconds before bare hands and knees go crawling across hard floors to the cabinet on the wall. a storage place holding every record and every cassette tape she holds dear. her entire life story is tucked away on these shelves, written on various tracks and played through many differing instruments and riffs. suddenly, she feels the need to compact it all down onto one singular tape. a 60 minute run of her all time favourites. some songs that make her smile, some songs that move her to tears, and some songs that remind her of him. it’s a grand idea, but it’s one that she executes and executes well. after all, they are both virtuosos. they both live and breathe music, and she’s sure that axl will appreciate something such as this. especially given how dorky the end result is. a 60 minute tape of elouise, sitting on her apartment floor at nearly 5 in the morning, playing her all time favourites all whilst talking sappy in between songs. comments on how much she loves them, why she loves them, and how some of the said songs remind her of him. it’s a strange concoction of david bowie, the rolling stones, rush, led zeppelin, bob dylan, and last but most certainly not least — guns n’ roses. who happen to be the bearers of her number one, all time favourite song: DON’T CRY . 

     the final song begins to play and unlike the rest of the tracks, the quality of this one is by far the poorest. after all, it is a mere demo that he gave to her. a tape of a tape of a tape, and so on. but still — regardless of the quality — she believes it to be the greatest song that she has ever heard in her entire life, and makes sure to say so. a song that has miraculously got her through some of her darkest hours. moments of reflection, remembering those who let her down and those whom she let down. her mother, past lovers, friends that she no longer talks to anymore. and during the recording of this final song, elouise finds herself laying in the middle of the floor in her satin nightgown, her eyes gently shut — the tape recorder only inches from her head now as she slowly drives her fingers through her wild mane of auburn hair and hot tears form along the lines of her lashes. that guitar solo sending her to another planet, as it always does. her heart rate picks up entirely and by the end the solo, the singer is breaking out into a sweat upon axl’s sweet voice filling her ears again. it’s sonic therapy in it’s purest form, and it’s something she wants to thank him for — but now isn’t the time. she has to focus on finishing this tape, and ending it the way that she had planned to. so as the song comes to an end, the brunette is silent as she tries to pull herself together again. a deep breath audible in the recording before a whole lot of rustling and crackling can be heard, elouise rolling onto her stomach and leaning on her elbows, the tape recorder now in her shaky hands as she wishes the redhead a happy birthday, and then again through song. her voice sweet, soft — with lingering remnants of former sorrow albeit happiness as the gentle smile that sits upon her pretty lips can be FELT in the mere way that she delivers the hushed tune. 

❝ 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚   𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚   𝒕𝒐   𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚   𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚   𝒕𝒐   𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚   𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚   𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓   𝒂𝒙𝒍, 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚   𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚   𝒕𝒐   𝒚—— .  ❞

     suddenly, the tape cuts and that is all. an entire sixty minutes of jovial conversation and song. an entire hour of elouise pouring out her heart and soul through music and laughter. it’s unlike anything she’s ever done for anyone before, and for a few days she even reconsiders whether she should be sending the tape to him. is it too personal ? is it too dorky ? is it just outright WEIRD of her ? these thoughts bubble about in her head like water boiling in a pot, tormenting her until one night she receives a phone call — less than a week now until the big day. it’s axl himself. to hear his voice is like music to her ears, her face aches from grinning so much, and any reluctance is suddenly pelted from her third-storey window. she can’t wait for him to receive the shirt, pocket knife, the goofy ten-to-one tape she stayed up all night recording for him, and now all the new york related knick knacks she has purchased for him in the meantime. new york candies, new york koozies — even a silver statue of liberty fridge magnet that doubles as a bottle opener and a keyring that bears the image of her beloved brooklyn bridge. atop all the bric-a-brac wrapped in pretty tissue paper is a ornate envelope, signed beautifully in his name with a card sitting inside. once opened, the card transcripts: 

to axl,

wishing you the happiest of birthdays, my dear friend. i hope that it is filled with laughter and joy, and that the guys are treating you like the king you are —— because you deserve it !!! anyway, i’d love nothing more than to be there with you to celebrate your special day but this whole living on polar opposite sides of the country thing really sucks ! sucks ass major ass ! it’s fine though, have a drink on me tonight and i’ll make sure we celebrate your born-day the next time we happen to cross paths ! 

p.s. —— call me whenever you find the time, i’ll probably to be dying to know whether this made it to you or otherwise is currently being held in the hands of some stranger ! haha !

whole lotta love,

elle with the z from nyc ! ♡

     it isn’t much, and it isn’t anything too extravagant — she’s a small-time singer working on minimum wage, after all. she just hopes that this is enough, and that he doesn’t see it as being too tacky. especially when she’s just forked out sixty percent of last week’s earnings to pay for a courier to drop the gift off to him on his birthday exactly. a big spend for her that she sees worth it, and a cross-country expedition that has the brunette stressing the entire four days it takes for it to arrive at his doorstep. afraid that it might get lost or even worse, stolen, as was expressed in the card. 

     the courier arrives at his apartment door with the box in hand, a notepad and pen atop the mysterious parcel as he raises a hand to knock upon the door — each tap against the wood filled with reluctance as he wonders if he has the wrong place, the wrong apartment. though before he can fret too much, the door is opening and he is being met with a redheaded figure. “ are you w. axl rose, by any chance ?  this parcel has just come all the way from new york. ” the young courier asks with a scratch of his head, though his question is answered immediately as the stranger nods his head in affirmation. “ sweet. i’ll get you to sign here and then it’s all yours, buddy. ” 

[shaylybaby2032]

Foolish Hearts

Rated: NSFW/18+

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Gabriel x OFC

Warnings: Smut, fluff

Word count: 9,511

A/N: Please do not copy my work to any platform without my permission, even if giving credit.

Summary: Audrey stops in for a visit with Sam, Dean, and her favorite Archangel on April Fool's Day. Pranks backfire and feelings are called out. Will Audrey and Gabriel be able to come out on the other side of this holiday with each other or will they foolishly let love slip through their fingers?

Audrey had known the Winchesters for years, and the friendship she had built with the two men meant the world to her. When Castiel, Gabriel, and Jack had joined the family it just seemed to make things complete. She loved each of them dearly, however the life of a hunter kept her time occupied. She didn't get to see them anywhere near as much as she would have liked, save for Gabriel, who liked to pop up to check on her often wherever she may be.

Those times when he would randomly show up and jump into whatever it was that she was doing, whether it be a hunt or just hanging out in some no star motel watching bad TV, always made her smile. Aside from some playful flirting, that she knew was just Gabriel being Gabriel, he had never shown any interest in her other than friendship. Still, she couldn't help the flutter that happened in her heart when he looked at her with those mesmerizing golden eyes of his and smiled at her with that turn of his lips that showcased his dimples. She couldn't stop from melting just a little when he called her one of the pet names he had seemed to reserve just for her.

She always made sure to keep those feelings locked down deep. Her friendship with the Archangel meant way too much to her to ruin it by revealing her feelings to him, especially when she knew he did not feel the same way about her. How could he? Why would an Archangel have any interest in her whatsoever?

Audrey's dark blue eyes lit up as she pulled up to the front of the bunker the Winchester brothers called home. The younger of the two was standing outside waiting on her with an excited smile on his face. She placed her vehicle in park and shut off the engine as she tucked a few errant strands of her chestnut brown hair behind her ear. A bright smile overtook her face as she turned to see Sam already opening the door for her.

“Sam!!!” Audrey squealed as she jumped from her seat and wrapped her arms around his midsection.

“It's great to see you, Audrey!” he replied as he returned her sentiment, winding his arms around her tightly.

As they pulled away from one another, she shut her door and he slung his arm around her shoulders.

“So what brings you our way?” Sam asked as he guided her toward the bunker’s entrance.

“Had a case in Colorado. Couldn't resist swinging by to see my boys on the way out.”

“Well, we are all really happy you're here. Though, you may have picked a bad time.”

She looked up at him with a furrowed brow. “What do you mean?”

“Tomorrow is April Fool's Day,” he stated simply. “You know how Dean and Gabe get.”

“Oh, Gabe is here?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant about the subject.

Truth be told, she knew exactly what day it was, and that it meant her favorite Trickster Archangel would be around plotting out his pranks on the eldest Winchester.

“Yeah, he's here,” Sam confirmed, an annoyed look taking over his features. “They are both already paranoid of each other. Cas took Jack on a road trip to get away from it.”

Audrey laughed happily as she took in her friend's expression. “We'll get through it together, Sam!”

“Yeah, you say that now. But wait until you get pulled into one of their pranks!”

The two continued chatting as they entered the bunker and made their way to the kitchen where Dean was taking a beer from the refrigerator. When he turned and saw them he smiled widely and crossed the room to hug Audrey.

“It's been too long!” Dean said as he pulled away and started toward the fridge again. “You want a beer?”

“Sure, that would be great!” Audrey said as she moved to lean against the counter in the middle of the kitchen and rested her elbows on the surface, clasping her hands together.

Sam mimicked her actions, placing himself next to her as Dean retrieved two more drinks from the fridge and brought them over. The three of them stood gathered around the kitchen island catching up on what had happened in their lives since the last time they had seen each other. As Audrey was telling the brothers, rather animatedly, about her last hunt, Gabriel quietly walked into the kitchen.

The Archangel had had every intention of greeting her when he walked through the doorway, that was, before he saw her fully engrossed in the conversation she was having. He loved how expressive she was when she was talking about something she was passionate about, and he could watch her do so all day. The way her eyes sparkled, how her body moved with the emotion she was conveying, and the grin that stayed on her lips always had him transfixed. He recalled the last time they had been together, less than a week prior, when he had listened to her talk for two hours about her love of theatre, egging her on with questions when it started to look like she was second guessing herself on talking about the subject in the first place.

Gabriel leaned his shoulder against the door jam with an adoring smile etched into his features as she mimicked stabbing the wraith she had been talking about with a silver blade. The action had caused her to turn and catch a glimpse of the Archangel watching her intently. She stopped mid sentence as her eyes lit up and her smile grew. Seeing how happy his presence had made her made his heart stutter.

“Gabe!!!” she cried exuberantly as she ran to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him like she hadn't seen him in a year.

“Hey, Sugar!” he greeted as he wrapped his own arms around her middle.

The display of affection lasted much longer than the quick hugs she had given Sam and Dean, long enough that both brothers turned to each other with knowing grins on their faces. Both knew that the two of them had ceased to exist for the moment in their friends’ worlds. They let them continue for a bit more before Dean cleared his throat, causing them to break away from one another and reluctantly turn their attention back to the brothers with both of their cheeks holding a tint of pink.

“Geez you two, get a room!” Dean teased, not being able to resist furthering the embarrassment in both of his friends’ posture.

“Dean!” Sam half scolded, failing to hide his smile.

“Sam, do you think you could take a look at my laptop?” Audrey said quickly, nervously trying to change the subject. “It's been acting kinda screwy lately.

“Sure,” Sam replied with a chuckle. “Where is it?”

“In my car. I'll go get it!”

She hurriedly turned and almost sprinted out of the room with the younger Winchester following her, still quietly laughing to himself. Gabriel watched as they left, trying to bury his annoyance with Dean for his remark.

“So,” Dean started, pulling the Archangel's attention to him once more, “are you finally going to tell her?”

“Tell her what?” Gabriel said, raising a speculative eyebrow and crossing his arms over his chest.

Dean rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his beer. “That you got a thing for her.”

Gabriel's mouth dropped open in surprise. He had thought he had kept his feelings for Audrey on the down low, burying them deep so they wouldn't interfere with their friendship. He loved being able to come around her whenever he wanted to see her. She was always so happy to see him and they always had fun together. No sense in ruining that by telling her he wanted more than friendship with her when he was certain she didn't feel the same.

“What?!” he stammered. “Dean, I don't...that's not...we're just friends!”

The Winchester barked out a laugh at his lame attempt at deflection. “Is that the best you got?”

Gabriel glowered at him.

“Come on, Gabe! You are so not subtle! You hate hunting. Hell, we have to practically beg you or be near death for you to help us on a case. Yet, you are willing to walk into any hunt with her. Not to mention, she told me about your date.”

“What date?!” Gabriel demanded. “We didn't go on a date!”

“Yeah, she claimed it wasn't one either,” Dean said with a sly smile. “But what else do you call sitting through a four hour performance of Hamlet for a girl in a tiny little black box theatre when you don't even like Shakespeare? Oh! And then there was the dinner you took her to beforehand when you don't even eat. Sounds like a date to me, man.”

“It wasn't a date!” The Archangel exclaimed defensively. “Hamlet is her favorite Shakespeare play and she was having a really bad week! I just wanted to see her smile!”

Dean's grin widened in triumph. “Exactly my point. You should tell her how you feel. She did come all this way to see you. Least you can do is meet her half way.”

“She didn't come here to see me! She's here to see you and Sam!”

Dean's brow raised in disbelief. “You really think she didn't know you were going to be here given our traditions with April first? I'll admit that Sam and I are a bonus, but she's here cause she knew you would be here.”

Gabriel didn't even want to think about what the possibility of her being at the bunker just to see him did to him. He pushed down the fluttering in his stomach and scoffed at the edler Winchester. “Whatever, Dean. It's just not like that.”

Dean pursed his lips, contemplating his next move. “So...you won't mind if I make a move then?”

“WHAT?!” A turbulent mix of anger, jealousy, and anxiety had the Archangel's stomach turning.

“Well, I mean, you're not interested and Audrey's hot. Besides that, she's just an all around awesome chick. Might be fun.”

Gabriel's mind was racing so fast he wasn't sure what to say. Was Dean serious?! He wouldn't! Would he? Would she? No! She wasn't interested in either of the brothers like that! He was sure of that! Well... mostly sure. She had never mentioned any interest at least. Of course, Gabriel tended to avoid the topic of her being with anyone like the plague. The thought of her hooking up with some random guy shot feelings through him, much like the ones he was feeling for Dean right now, and from the self satisfied smirk on the Winchester's face, he knew exactly what he was doing.

The Archangel and the hunter stayed locked in their staring contest until they heard the steel door of the front entrance open and close. Audrey and Sam’s muffled voices filtered through to the kitchen. Dean's grin suddenly turned wicked and he took off in the direction of the library where he knew his brother would take Audrey's computer to work on it. Gabriel was quickly on his heels and they both skidded into the library almost stumbling over each other. Sam and Audrey looked up from the table they were seated at to look at the pair quizzically. Dean quickly recovered from his almost fall and sauntered over to the woman sitting with his brother.

“Hey Audrey,” he started, flopping down in the chair next to her, “you wanna go out and grab a drink with me tonight?”

Audrey's brows knitted together in confusion, her shoulders tensing a little at how he had phrased the question. “Just you?”

“NO!” Gabriel bit out before Dean could answer. When three sets of shocked eyes turned his way, he reeled in his reaction. When next he spoke, there was a much cooler exterior to his tone. “I mean, he's asking if you want to go with us...all of us.”

Audrey turned to Sam, who seemed to have as much of a clue about what was going on as she did. A thought finally occurred to her and she turned to look at the two with stern eyes.

“I swear to God you two!” she warned. “You better not be pulling me into this dumb prank war! Sam told me about the glitter breathing dragon in the bathroom Gabe snapped up last year!”

“Gabriel is under a strict no Archangel powered pranks rule this year,” Sam chimed in, narrowing his eyes at the now grinning angel.

“Oh, lighten up!” Gabriel said. “It wasn't real, and you gotta admit: Dean's face was priceless.”

Audrey couldn't help the laugh that bubbled from her mouth as she thought about Dean walking into the bathroom for his morning shower and coming face to face with a dragon that looked like it was plucked straight out of the movie Dragonheart, thinking he was about to be roasted, only to be hit in the face with a shower of brightly colored rainbow glitter. However, she missed the swell of bashful pride that washed over Gabriel at her appreciation for his prank.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean said in dismissal. “It was a good one. Even I have to admit that. Either way, there are rules this year that Sam and Cas made us both agree to, one of them being that the war can't commence until it is officially April first.” Dean moved to put an arm around Audrey's shoulders. “So, whaddya say? You game for a night out, Sugar?”

Gabriel had to fight back his grace from flaring in his eyes as anger coursed through him at Dean using one of his pet names for her. He desperately wanted to go over and rip his arm from her.

“Don't call me ‘Sugar,’” Audrey chided as she narrowed her eyes at the elder Winchester. “Only he's allowed to call me that.” She inclined her head in Gabriel's direction as she spoke.

“Sorry,” Dean replied quickly as he slipped his arm away.

Audrey relaxed at his apology and stood from the table. “Yeah, I'm up for going out. Just give me time to shower and change.”

Dean nodded and she moved to exit the room with Gabriel smirking in triumph as he watched her leave.

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If you've read this far, THANK YOU! Also, if there is a well versed Tumblr fanfic author that knows their way around posting to here and wouldn't mind talking me through a few things, I would really appreciate it. I'm having a few issues.

[disruptedvice]

Two wrongs don’t make a right (but a double negative does make an affirmative)

A fluff/humor Peraltiago get together one shot

That Monday was the slowest day at a police precinct since police were even invented. The slowest day in history for cops and criminals (no robbers to catch, no nothin'). The slowest day since police even started being a thing, according to Jake Peralta.

It was the most boring day at work he had ever had. And it wasn't just him that thought the day was boring. Everyone was bored. Terry, Charles, Rosa, Hitchcock, Scully, and even Santiago was bored. She loved boring stuff. She got excited by boring stuff.

But even that Monday was too boring for Santiago.

Just paperwork, and then when that ran out it was just sitting there. There wasn't even enough paperwork to go around.

Jake never understood minesweeper and just clicked around randomly to blow stuff up, and he never had a hope of getting down the rules of solitaire. Eventually he resorted to just doing that select slide blue square with his cursor on his desktop over and over again because he was that bored.

He was so bored he couldn't even find the will to entertain himself. He couldn't be bothered to even try. Boyle kept trying to show him funny videos on youtube, but Jake was too bored to even give them a chance and just groaned every time Charles made the trip between their desks until he just stopped trying.

It was that boring.

He wasn't even tired enough to fall asleep, but he wished he was. Sleeping at his desk would be way better than this drag. But he was too awake to even get in a quick snooze and it was killing him. All this nothing.

Amy loved boring tedious stuff, but that day was too boring to even catch Amy Santiago's interest. She looked just as dead and faded as everyone else and started drawing circles on a sheet of paper because there was no paperwork to fill out after so long in. Jake would kill for some paperwork because he wanted something to occupy him other than banging his head on the desk, cause that got old (and painful) after 60 seconds.

About half an hour after Jake got home from the gray hell of work he got a text.

Amy: Are you busy? Can we talk?

Jake: I'm free as can be. You wanna come over? Or meet up or something somewhere

Not a second after he sent the text there was a knock at his door and he opened it to find his partner standing on the other side.

"I was already in the elevator when I realized I probably should have checked if you were even home first so it would be a little less rude," she explained looking like a mix between apologetic and hesitant as he let her inside.

"Is everything okay?" He asked out of genuine concern. Amy didn't do stuff spring of the moment, and she never just popped in on people. She always gave advanced notice on any and everything, and she never stopped by anyone's place for a visit just because she happened to be in the neighborhood. So he assumed it must be bad for her to forget to warn him until she was already in the hallway of his apartment building. He was actually afraid that someone might have died, but she didn't look sad so he hoped it wasn't a death related house call.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just wanted to talk to you," she said with a half smile that made him doubt her reassurance. She took a deep breath before launching into what seemed to be a pre-planned opener into whatever she wanted to talk about.

"You know what, Jake? We're cops."

"Yeah, Ames. I know that."

"We could die tomorrow. We're always in mortal danger."

"I don't know where you're going with this..." he trailed off, half expecting her to go into an existential crisis of their chosen profession.

"I always think about what would happen if we go wrong and how that'll affect everyone we work with. But we could die literally any day. So screw everyone we work with, because if I die I want to have fucked you the night before. Or that morning. I put my life on the line and I've earned the right to be happy with you and not worry about everyone else being happy with us. But it's not like we know exactly when we're going to die, so we're just going to have to have sex on a regular basis. As in dating. You and me dating. Boyfriend girlfriend dating. This is me asking you out. If you want."

She realized that was pretty forward of her, but she decided that forward was what she needed to be. She needed to be forward and lay it all on the line exactly what she wanted from him. Because she wanted him. And from her speech it made it sound like she was sure he was going to say yes, but she wasn't sure. She decided to phrase it like she was sure so she wouldn't back down out of fear. But it was more than probable that he wouldn't want that anymore. Their timing with each other never matched up in a way that worked. But she decided that it was a good time for her and prayed that it was a good time for Jake too. A good time for both of them, at the same time. Instead of it being a good time for her and a bad time for Jake. But she went in with the hope that it was a good time for the both of them.

After she finished asking him out in a way that she thought might make him laugh (her rambling was unintentional and she didn't exactly think about phrasing the words that came out of her mouth, but afterwards it seemed like a style of confession that Jake would appreciate). But he didn't laugh, or even smile. Just silent with no response, and she realized that it probably was a bad time for Jake. Just another case of mismatched timing between the two of them.

"So let me get this straight, the most boring day since ever was the day you realize our job was so dangerous and basically yolo?" He asked, still trying to piece it all together.

"It was kind of like an epiphany," she explained. "Random perspective. You can say no. I totally get it if you've moved on from feeling all romantic-stylez about me" she informed him, dropping her confident act so he wouldn't feel bad about rejecting her when she seemed so expectant of him. Cause he was just standing there staring, and she figured that since he hadn't said yes yet he was just trying to find the best way to say no. She really did it overkill with that whole speech, didn't she? It definitely would've been a billion times less awkward if she just asked him out like a normal person instead of her almost dying speech. God, this was a huge mistake.

She wished she could just turn and walk straight out the door, but she knew she couldn't leave until he actually said a word. At least one word. She couldn't leave without him telling her yes or no. She needed an answer from him.

"God, please say something, Jake. If that sounds like something you want to do then okay, but if you don't just say no. Or something along those lines. If you don't want to do a whole romantic-stylez dating thing with me just say no and I can go," she pleaded for him to give her an answer so she wasn't just left wringing her hands in wait all night. Wringing her hands only a few feet away from him waiting for him to say a word.

"Nuh-uh. No way. Not at all," he said like she was crazy to even ask and her face fell flat. Of course she was hoping he would say yes, but he didn't need to be such a jerk about turning her down.

"Wait – I'm not saying no to you," he hastily tried to correct himself from her reaction. And he looked half frantic with flurried hands so she had no clue where he was going with it. "I'm saying no to what you're saying. I'm saying no to your no. You're wrong about how I feel. I mean, you're right, but your last few sentences were wrong. I mean... fuck," he swore before giving up and kissing her.

His hands tangled in her hair was so much better than seeing them fumble around in the air a moment before when he was talking. A moment before he shut up and gave her probably the best kiss of her life. Definitely the best kiss of her life.

She wasn't exactly expecting the kiss so when it happened all of the sudden her lips parted completely involuntarily and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss and ran with it. When he was kissing her like that it wiped all trace of what he said from her mind. She couldn't remember what he said, couldn't even remember what she said. She couldn't even remember what she asked him or what she was doing there when Jake was kissing her like that. When Amy was nibbling on his bottom lip and scratching her nails down his scalp there wasn't anything else in existence. No words, no signals, no messages.

Just the kiss.

She sighed when their lips parted, but he leaned his forehead against hers so even without kissing she still had his breath mingling with hers and their hands still entangled in each other's hair, but he didn't make a move to separate any further than that.

"Yes," he breathed. "That's the word I was looking for. I'm saying yes. No to your no. Yes to your yes."

"You forgot the word yes? And you forgot any other word that could have sufficed?" She wanted to be mad cause he came that close to giving her a small heart attack because he forgot one of the most common words ever, but she couldn't stop smiling and actually chuckled because he was saying yes. He wanted that. Her. He meant yes.

"I kinda forgot most of the English language. And I forgot how to stop speaking too."

"You're such an idiot."

"Is that an epiph-y-thing-y you're just now having too?" And god, with that smile, there was definitely no way she could be mad at him now. And... she was pretty okay with that. She didn't mind.

"So, just to be clear, now that you remember the word yes, that is what you're saying?" Amy knew she probably didn't need to double check, but you couldn't blame her for wanting to hear it again. Truth be told, she wanted to kiss him again too. She wanted to hear him say yes one more time, and kiss him oh so many more times.

"Yup. Yes. We're dating now, no take backsies. You're stuck with me now that I remember word stuff."

"I think I can live with that," she told him, wrapping his arms around his neck and dragging his lips back to hers in a very, long awaited kiss. Now all they had to do was catch up on lost time.

Luckily, they had all the time in the world.

[snapessecretdiary]

Master Plan

authors note: sooo I know it´s not Christmas, not even near, but that idea came popping to my mind and I couldn´t help myself. Dunno if the end (or everything) might be unrealistic, but I actually don´t know how to let this one end.. + why the fuck have I never seen this gif before? It´s pure gold

The plan they had in mind was quite plain to understand: Make the grumpy Potions teacher with his prominent scowl fall for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. And the other way too. Ever since Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, had offered the job of the new DADA teacher to [Y/N] [L/N], a young witch who graduated just some years ago, he and Minerva McGonagall used to sit together when all preperations for the soon starting term were done to talk about whom to set Severus Snape up with. And once young Ms. [L/N] agreed to work as a teacher, they had found the one person they were looking for. When she was invited to a interview with both of the Professors, they took it as the opportunity to test her, if she was the right choice for the job, but most importantly, if she would fulfill their expectations in relation to the Potions Professor. 

The relieving thing was: [Y/N] [L/N] seemed to be perfect for both. So considered the fact that terms would start in about a month, the two collegues got plenty of time to plan, everything. A plus to their plan was (at least so they thought), that [Y/N] had already moved into the big castle. What wasn´t too apealing was that her rooms were far from Severus´ but as she didn´t really wanted to move into the dungeons, what other options did they got? That was why at first, their hopefully soon-to-be couple only met randomly in the staff room and at meals in the Great Hall. They did what ever they considered as helpfull. Occupying all the seats during breakfast, lunch and dinner, so that only the one next to Professor Snape was free. At first, it seemed to work. [Y/N] sat down next to Severus, smiling at him politely, which he vaguely returned, and started eating. That was it. The conversation soon started, only that it wasn´t [Y/N] and Severus talking to each other, but her getting engaged into a conversation that would last the entire meal by whoever sat next to her, which mostly happened to be Hagrid, the gamekeeper. And he seemed to have taking an immense liking in the new teacher.

To say they didn´t talked to each other would be a complete understatement. Exept for a friendly ´Good morning´ or ´Good evening´ from her side and a barely noticeable nood from his, they didn´t spoke to each other at all. Much to Dumbledore´s and McGonagall´s disapointment. "What else options do we have?", asked the headmaster one day. His face lay tiredly in his hands, his ellbows resting on the desk. 

"I´m afraid there aren´t many Albus.", sighed Minerva. "Everytime [Y/N] tries to open up a conversation or ask him a simple question he keeps telling her to bother someone else. It seems those two are avoiding one another at all costs." Lazily, the elderly witch slumped down in the cozy chair that stood nearest to the headmasters desk. "We´ve done everything. Telling them the other one wanted to talk about something, randomly leaving them alone in a room, we´ve tried to put up innuendoes. Nothing worked." complained Dumbledore. For what seemed like the first time, even he didn´t know what to do. He didn´t even had something good to say. He was completelly and utterly exhausted by trying to force ideas to come to his mind - They wouldn´t.

Days flew by, ideas came and left, nothing worthy enough to actually give it a go. Right now, they were both about to enter the staff room, when they could hear two voices arguing loudly behind it. "Just because you didn´t get the job doesn´t mean that the way I handle class is a ´poor attempt´ and completely senseless. I do know what I teach them, has that ever crossed your mind?" "You don´t know a thing about Dark Arts. Am I mistaken in the statement that you have no real practice with such Charms?", growled Severus as an remark for [Y/N]´s former words. Either he got no answer or her voice was too quiet to be heard. "Do you think the same than I do?", whispered Professor Dumbledore. Nooding his collegue answered: "I most certainly do." The opened the door to the staff room, looking straigthly at the Potions Professor who shoot daggers at young Ms. [L/N], who too was glaring at him. Except from them, there wasn´t any other teacher in the room. "Severus, [Y/N], we need your assistance.", Professor McGonagall said in the sweetest tone she had to offer. Hardly ending their staring contest, both growled in agreement. Together with the headmaster, the elderly witch left the room, whispering a small charm that no one (except for the headmaster) could hear. Slowly turning her head away from Severus Snape, [Y/N] made her way towards the door. The only problem was, that once she reached it, she couldn´t move any further. "Move.", demanded the black haired professor, about to walk in her direction. Before [Y/N] could actually get the chance to tell him to stop walking towards her immediately, it was to late. Standing only centimetres apart, Severus got trapped to, another step impossible. Desperatly trying to get away from the young, new DADA teacher, Professor Snape searched the ground for only the tinniest of chance, only to be rudly interrupted by the very woman he wanted to get away from. "By Merlin-", she moaned. "What it wrong now?", Severus wanted to know. "I´m going to kill everyone who was involved in this.", she said, pointing her finger towards the door frame above them. Dangling happily from its place was a small, bright green mistletoe. "Dumbledore..", cursed Snape under his breath. "What are we going to do now?" Fixing her [E/C] eyes back on his face, [Y/N] looked at him with a suprised expression. "Wait, the Great Severus Snape doesn´t know what to do? Damn I thought you were growing up with a Muggle-father." 

The Potions Master only rolled his dark eyes. "Don´t you know this tradition?", she asked. Shaking his head barely visibly he waited for her to explain. 

"Well in the Muggle words it´s a tradition on Christmas holiday. Once you´ve crossed a mistletoe you have to.. kiss. And given the fact that we´re in the wizarding world I´m afraid there is no other chance to get out of this then by kissing." And within seconds, Severus gulped loudly and went completelly and utterly stiff. He wasn´t going to kiss her. 

Sure.. he had to admit that he kind of liked her. A little bit. Only a little. Or better said he disliked her less than the rest of people in Hogwarts. If he would be totally honest, he even liked to argrue with her, because then she would always talk about anything as if her life depended on it, and he liked the passion in her eyes when she did. But kissing her? No thanks.

For [Y/N] the thought wasn´t much easier to handle. He was interessting, she thought. His character seemed to be the most captivating in he whole area. She could listen to him speak about Merlin knows what for hours, she even liked to be near him. She was a little uncomfortable, when she said: "Just kiss me, alright? It doesn´t have to mean anything, I just want to do something else than to stand here for the rest of my life. Besides nobody´s around right now, or do you want the students to see?" Again not answering he nooded in silent agreement. Getting a bit closer (altrough they already were just seperated by less than 20 centimetres, he paused before her, feeling as nervous as ever. Trying to encourage him, [Y/N] smiled at him warmly, then got to the tips of her feet, put her hands on his shoulders for support and pressed her lips to his. Severus was slightly taken aback, he hadn´t thought for her to actually do it. The feeling, however, wasn´t half as unpleasant as the both of them had thought. The kiss took quite a while and even got a little more tender, but soon got interrupted by small whispering voices that obviously belong to the headmaster and Professor McGonagall. Seperating, [Y/N] smiled at him again, then got back down standing fully on her feet again. "See you at dinner.", she said. Taking her hands from his shoulders, she went to leave and soon got out of his sight. Oh how much he hoped to find a mistletoe again soon.

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HaLucynogenic

NaLu Love Fest: Day 1 Prompt- Lust @nalulovelovefest

Makarov gathers his brats around the bar.  “The masters have decided to reinstitute the Wizard Exchange Program now that things have calmed down.  I have randomly assigned some of you to participate so when I call your names please stand next to each other.  Gray, Juvia, Wendy; you are going to Lamia Scale.  Levy, Gajeel, Laxus; you are going to Sabertooth.  Natsu, Lucy, Cana; you are going to Quatro Cerberus.  Erza, Mira, Lisanna; you are going to Blue Pegasus.”  He looks around to the groups.  “You’ll be there for a few days, now get going!”

When Lucy, Natsu, and Cana arrive at the Quatro Cerberus Headquarters, Master Goldmine and Baccus Groh meet them at the door.  “Welcome Fairytail,” motioning for them to come in.  

“Cana, we meet again… Ready for another contest?”

“Any time, any place!”

But Goldmine interjects, “That’s not what we are here for.  You three are going to accompany Baccus on a mission, it’s a simple one, but you’ll get to see a simply type of job we take.”

Lucy smiles, “Master Goldmine, we look forward to it.”

Natsu, “So, what’s the mission?”

Bacchus, “One of my client’s needs help protecting a large shipment of valuables from this city to Hargeon Port.”

Natsu pouts, “That sounds so boring… and it means I’ll have to ride in a vehicle.”

Bacchus starts to snicker, “Oh I remember now how you slayers get sick, well if you wanna sit this out go right ahead.”

Lucy takes Natsu’s hand, “You’ll be okay, I’ll help you get through it.”

Bacchus walks up closer to the pair snickering, “You should listen to your girl, cause I wouldn’t leave her alone around me… I can get a little handsy when I’m drunk.”

“Lucy’s not my girlfriend!”  Natsu snaps back, “But if you touch her you’ll have to deal with me!”  The slayer doesn’t notice the frown on her face when he said what he said.

Cana grins at Bacchus, “Don’t worry Natsu, I’ll keep him occupied…”  his eyebrows raise at the brunette’s insinuations but he says nothing more.  

Lucy’s voice lowers, “Natsu if you don’t want to go it’s okay…” but he squeezes her hand, “Of course, I’ll go, we’re a team remember.” His cheeky grin making her slightly blush.  “Where you go, I go!”  

While Bacchus and Cana stay in the car holding the cargo, Lucy and Natsu sit outside of the door to guard.  Green in the face, Natsu leans on her shoulder lamenting in misery.

“Natsu I wanna try something,” she stretches out her legs, “Here,” she pats them, “come rest your head.”  She guides the wobbly man so he’s lying down face up, a slight blush of his own appearing.  “Okay, now just close your eyes…”

Complying with her request, “What are you doing Luce?”  he asks.

“Just try to relax Natsu, it might help your nausea.”  Resting her left hand over his exposed stomach while the other runs through his hair, gingerly at first...  She takes measured breaths to compose herself for the close and intimate situation is making her nervous, but her desire to comfort the man who she’s grown quite attached to outweigh those hesitations.  Her fingers move around, gradually increasing in pressure, twirling and twisting through strands of his pink locks which are amazingly soft considering how he singes the spikes into place.  A bit more at ease herself over the situation, Lucy starts to hum a melody that her mother would sing to put her to sleep as her nails lightly scrape against his scalp or the occasional brush against his ears.  Tingling sensations travel along his spine as he yields to the blissful feelings it brings him.    

Now in a more laissez-faire kind of mood Natsu, allows his head to tilt closer to her abdomen and hot air wafts against her exposed midriff with every breath he takes.  The additional warmth against her skin is heating up other parts of her body adding just another uncomfortable element for her to deal with.  But she smiles down at him, happy that what she is doing seems to soothe his discomfort, though at the same time, it’s moments like this one lately that make it difficult for her to interact with him.  They had been best friends for so many years, and when she thought back, realized that she may have developed feelings for him early on but it wasn’t until she had almost lost him, that it finally clicked; she was in love with Natsu.  Lucy didn’t want him to notice something was bothering her but now every time he touched her, hugged her, walked around shirtless, snuck into her apartment, she struggled to hide her arousal.  And there were a few times, today being no exception, that the pressure building between her legs became quite uncomfortable not to mention the developing moisture…  

How much longer she’ll be able to hide her true feelings is a real concern for the young blonde because she doesn’t want him to find out until she thinks he’ll be more receptive to her feelings.  I mean the worst thing that could happen is he turns her down, but that’s what scares her the most.  It’s not like Natsu has ever shown interest in anyone of the opposite sex and she wonders if he ever will.          

Suddenly, Lucy is snapped back into the scene when Natsu places his hand over hers on his stomach.  She freezes for a second as a light blush adorns her face, growing darker when he grips her hand and smiles.  All she can think is please don’t open your eyes, as she starts to work his hair again, embarrassed that he might see the reddish hue she’s sure now graces her cheeks.  But what the celestial mage didn’t realize is she couldn’t hide from him her unconscious reactions.  Natsu felt her body temperature rise a little, heard the increase of her heartbeat, even her change in scent and it wasn’t the first time either.  Recently, he had noticed that whenever he was around her, those same three signs would start to happen and they only made him want to be around her more.  To him it is a strange, almost euphoric sensation that stirs within him and that’s why he’s smiling.  Not quite sure exactly what it all means, but he knows, somehow, her reactions are because of him and his simplistic mind tells him it’s a good thing…

Eventually Natsu falls into a deep, pleasing slumber where his dreams begin with memories of his teammate.  Good times, laughing, and having fun, and soon times when he’d be holding her or she’d be holding him, times when he’s sneaking into her apartment to cuddle with her while she’s asleep…  Even times when he was comforting her after a hard mission or battle made him feel content that he was the one she’d turn to, to soothe her.  After Igneel, Lucy had become the most important person in his world and he would jealously guard that with his life.

These little exchanges of reverie soon morph into a more amorous fantasy, the cuddles turn into caresses…  He smiles in his sleep.  …then kisses against her soft lips, so tasty he imagines… Licking his lips…  and a little further, hands travelling the length of her body, along her silky white skin… breathing in the scent of vanilla and strawberries from her shampoo; with his keen sense of smell, it mixed with her natural scents is both calming and stimulating for him at the same time…  He twitches and even moans lightly in his sleep making Lucy look down and wonder just what was the man dreaming about; must be something good she thinks to herself.  

But soon his demeanor changes to a more serious look, faded from their little escapade, he’s now in a scene from his childhood with Igneel, sitting and talking about mates…  She almost worries that the dreams are becoming a nightmare but after a few minutes his smile returns and her concerns diminish, continuing to work her magic on him until she too falls asleep.

When the train begins to slow along the tracks, the door behind her suddenly slides opens.  Thud.  and she falls backward startled out of her own dreamland.  Her eyes pop open to see two people standing above her.

“So…”  Cana looks down and smirks, “Did we interrupt something?”  

Bacchus also grins, “Hey, I thought you two were just friends?”  

The blush is back on the young blonde’s face, “I-It’s not what it looks like!” she stammers.  Lucy manages to prop herself into a sitting position but her legs are still pinned by the pink haired young man who’s out cold, “I was helping with his motion sickness…”

“Is that what you call it?”  Cana snickers as the train comes to a full stop.  Natsu finally moves but instead of helping the situation he makes it worse by turning to his side and nuzzling to her waist.  “Ha!  Thought so!”

“I swear, it’s not…”

“Luce, stop moving…”  he mumbles, “…comfortable…” her eyes widen.  “… ba…little while longer…” he tightens his grip and all the blood runs out of her face.

Snickering, “We’ll just leave you two love birds alone.”  Bacchus laughs and pulls Cana with him to start unloading the cargo.

Shrieking, “Natsu!”  Lucy tries to peel his arms from her waist.  “Argh!  Natsu get up!”

“What…”  He sits up in a panic thinking they’re getting attacked or something.

“We’re here…”

“Oh.” He blinks.  “Wow, that’s the first time I didn’t wake up feeling sick!”  he tackles her in a hug.  “Thank you, Luce!”

Now with him practically on top of her, “You’re welcome!  But get off me!”  Her face is bright pink again from embarrassment.  “This is…” the blush darkening “…a little awkward…”

Realizing the situation, he’s placed them in, the young man blushes too and scrambles off his friend.  “S-sorry…” he cups the back of his neck.  

Lucy sits up too and starts rubbing her legs, mumbling, “They’re numb from sitting for so long.”  He kneels next to her and picks her up. “W-what are you doing?”

“It’s the least I can do after what you did for me,” he smiles.

She blushes again, “Thank you, Natsu…”

As he carries her over to a nearby bench she asks him about his dreams, “Looked like you were having a good dream…”

Hi face heats up, “You could say that.”

‘Natsu’s blushing!’  “C-care to elaborate?”

“Maybe when the time is right...”

By the time the cargo is offloaded and the client is taken care of, it’s already dinner time, so the four cruise around for a bit and soon come across a restaurant that excites the blonde.  Pointing, Lucy grips to the arm she’s weaved hers through, “That’s the place we had lunch, remember Natsu?”

“Oh yeah,” he smiles.  “The day we met...”  The memory washes into his mind of the pretty blonde standing above he and Happy…

“Let’s go eat there!” she starts pulling him towards it while the other couple just laughs and follows behind.

While Natsu stuffs his face, Bacchus watches in amazement. “Damn where do you put all that?!” but he just grins and pats his stomach and Lucy smiles but keeps eating.

Sitting back, Cana is a little grossed out, “How can you eat next to him, it’s like watching an animal devour its prey.”

Lucy shrugs her shoulders, “The first few times I couldn’t but now it’s normal I guess.”  Natsu grins again

“So,” Cana leans in with a mischievous grin, “tell me about your first date.”

Both Natsu and Lucy choke on their food.  “I-It wasn’t a date!” Lucy manages to squeak out.  “I just brought them here for lunch as a thank you for helping to break the charm spell Bora had placed on me.”

“Uh-huh...”  Cana winks at the blushing pair.  “Sure, it was…”

After dinner, the four of course end up at a bar next to their hotel, but after a couple of drinks Lucy decides to head back to their room to unwind.  It had been a perplexing day to say the least between the rousing train ride to the embarrassing dinner.  

Natsu asks her if she wants company but she tells him to stay and have fun.  He almost pouts but manages to nod and tell her he’ll try not to be up too late.   Exhale.  Watching her sashay out the door, he continues to stare at the entrance even after she’s no longer in sight.  ‘Does she always shift her hips like that when she walks?’  His mouth unconsciously hangs open when the image of her repeats in his mind in slow motion accentuating every step she takes.  ‘Have I just not noticed it till now…’  

“So Natsu, are you ever gonna make a move on her?”

“Huh?”  Brought out of his daydream.  “Make what move?”

“Are you that dense?  On Lucy, are you ever gonna tell her how you really feel?”

“I don’t…”

“I know you both like each other and you’re both perfect for each other…”

He blushes, “H-how do you know we like each other.”  Intuition is screaming, reminding him of the sensations Lucy has been causing him lately…  

“It’s pretty obvious.  Just don’t wait too long… before, I don’t know, someone else steals her, like Sting.”  His eyebrows furrow as soon as the white dragons name is mentioned.  “Yup see, pretty obvious.”  Cana smirks.  

“I…” sigh, “I just don’t know how to tell her.”

“You’ll figure it out.  Here,” she hands him a shot.  “In the meantime, drink this courage juice…”

Upstairs in their room, Lucy takes a shower and changes into her sleep wear.  Since it’s a warmer evening, she chooses a tank top and shorts over her normal Pj’s.  After settling onto the bed with no one around and figuring Natsu is going to be out till late, she takes out a book that Erza gave her.  It’s supposed to be a romance novel but as Lucy gets further into the story it’s turning into more of a smut book.  Leaning against the wall with her knees up she reads on, more and more engrossed in the erotic scenes; though in her mind she’s picturing a certain pink haired mage…  ‘He reached for the blindfold that I had placed on him, lingering just over them before reaching out for me instead.  I tried to step back not realizing the wall blocked my escape… He caught me by my wrist, wrapping his fingers and pulling me against him.’  She feels her own core dampening.  ‘His fingers drifted over my sides and to my breasts once he realized I was completely naked.  He pressed his hips forward against my own, his hardened shaft pulsing against my own moist sex.  As he lowers his face to my neck, warm air tickling against my skin; I shudder.  Soft gentle lips against my…’

The bedroom door opens startling Lucy and Natsu staggers in closing and locking it behind him.  The flustered girl slams the book shut and shoves it under the mattress.  “N-Natsu!  H-Hi, did you have fun?”  Lowering her legs, she acts like nothing was happening.  “Didn’t expect you so soon.”

“Yeah…  Figured I’d leave once those two started making out.”  He strips off his shirt and she can’t help but stare at the flexing muscles on his chest and arms.  “Besides… I maybe had a couple more shots than I should have.”  and drops his shirt on the floor.  “It’s so warm tonight…”

“Uh-huh.” She agrees, “There’s barely a breeze.”

Lucy gulps, and her eyes expand further as he starts un-belting his pants, dropping them to the floor.  ‘Why is he stripping!  He’s never stripped it all off before…’  Her cheeks flush pink from the sight of the young man standing there in just boxers, and that’s when she sees him sniff the air.  

“What’s that smell?”

“Smell?”

Natsu walks closer to the bed.  “I kinda smelled it on the train too, but now it’s much stronger.”  Hovering over her, he leans in close to her face, “It’s so…” taking a deep whiff, “enticing…”  

“Um…” She presses her back against the wall nervous.  “…I don’t…”

“It’s coming from you…” sniffing as he continues to trace its origin, moving from her head down her body until he’s lingering over her hips, “and it’s most potent in this area…”

Lucy squeezes her legs together, “…I don’t know what you are talking about.”  She watches as a strange reddish haze forms over his eyes.

“Something…” He sits next to her… “Is making me…” and puts his hand on her thigh, she tenses a little but he doesn’t react.  “Igneel told me about this…”  It’s almost like Natsu’s in a trance being compelled, driven in his actions.  

“Igneel?  About what?” she doesn’t know what to do.  His eyes are changing, ‘Are they turning red?!’  “Natsu?  What’s happening to you?!”

“He said, only my life mate will bring about an arousal in me…”

“M-m-mate!!” she stammers, ‘is that why he’s never had girlfriends?’  

He sniffs her crotch and emits a light growl.  “My dragon covets…” he looks back to her face, “you Luce.”

“M-Me!” more stammering, “I-I…”  ‘His eyes are so serious!’

Natsu gently pries her legs apart.  “Lucy, you were destined to be mine…”  he crawls over with his legs between hers and as something hard presses against her sex, her mind reflexively causes her to moan intensifying the scent.  When she sees his eyes flutter she finally puts two and two together, ‘that’s the scent he’s talking about… the pheromones I give off…’  her eyes widen.  “I think you feel the same way about me Lucy.”  The husky tenor of his voice is making her melt into the bedding and when he shifts against her center again she moans.

“Natsu… I…I do.”  She pulls his face down pressing her lips against his, purring a little from the excitement.  Allowing his weight to settle more snugly against her sex, she moans into his mouth and pushes back to soothe the dull ache that had been building in her loins.  

He grips her waist, “Lucy… Be mine...” he murmurs, a slight growl in the low timbre of his voice.

A groan escapes her lips, that growl surprisingly stimulating for her and she arches her back pressing her chest into his.  “Forever… Natsu…” whispering back and exposing her neck to him.  “My Love… I am yours…”  He trails the pads of his fingers over the skin around her collar bone eliciting a shudder from the blonde until he lands on the junction between her neck and shoulder.  Licking the area first and savoring the saltiness of the sweat already forming, he lets his teeth graze and settle where his dragon tells him to mark.    

Lucy tenses when his canines break through her skin only to be replaced by a euphoria no romance novel could ever compare to…

Her head swims with a dizzying array of mind numbing deliriums.  Sights and sounds are amplified and she can hear the racing of her own heartbeat, or is that his?  A kaleidoscope of colors dance in front of her eye lids and scent… What is that scent that is overwhelmingly spicy, maybe smoky, no it’s mixed… fruity; is that him?  No is it her?  She can’t tell anymore as they blend together in a wondrously intoxicating manner.  And the heat in the room, did it increase?  Or is it coming from them?  “What is going on…” she murmurs as the pressure on her neck holds firm.  Lucy’s body flushes with a warmth that sets her loins on fire greater than any other experiences she’s had by her own volition.  “Natsu… what’s, happening to me?”  Her voice so breathy and full of lust, “I feel so strange…”  But she gets no response from Natsu, at least no verbal cues yet as another wave of pure unadulterated bliss washes over her and propels her into new throes of ecstasy that heaven itself couldn’t possible duplicate.  An exotica of frenzied tingling sensations, wreak havoc on her body as if currents of electricity are flowing through every fiber of her being.  

The sounds are starting to quiet down, she thinks, no just changing into a humming or light buzzing.  ‘Lucy…’   ‘Am I hearing Natsu in my head?!’  like a radio frequency just got turned on.  ‘It’s almost finished…’   ‘What’s almost finished?’   ‘The link…’      

Now, new visions dance through her minds-eye, like pictures though an unfocused lens.  But she doesn’t need to see it clearly to know those erotic images are of the two of them entwined, no not just see’s it, she experiences it all, bodies enmeshed and tangled against one another.  Frame by impassioned frame, his epicurean debauchery of her borders on the immoral.  It’s like there are hands all over her touching, caressing, molesting every inch of her lithe frame…  Lucy writhes against him the further his hands travel south in their expeditions.  Heated kisses as their tongues explore the inner linings of each other’s mouths, probing and dancing their new beat.  Fingers twisting through her tresses, pulling lightly, her nails scrape against his scalp every time Natsu gets a little rough.  Covetous little nips and love bites along her breasts and neck trailing anywhere and everywhere within his reach.  

She releases a long low groan when he finally enters her balmy cave…  A moment of pressure gives way to an explosion of enflamed stimuli as swollen and heat filled appendages collide.  ‘Lucy…’ growling as muscle walls contract and release from her entrance being breached again and again through moisture laden and fiery exchanges.  Controlled thrusts with the occasional snap of his hips to remind her who is in control.  She screams out his name in hedonistic gratification every time he reaches the very depths of her womanhood, only to drive him even wilder in his depravity.      

They are lost in the cycle of carnal decadence, so enraptured by the very essence of love making that the world falls away leaving only these star-crossed lovers.  Lucy shudders from all the sensations, almost vibrating every time contact is made with her skin.  And whether any of this physical contact is happening or is all in her mind she can’t tell anymore because her brain is too overloaded to give a damn.  

Brought to the edge of sanity with this passionate exchange, Lucy reaches an apex of no return…  ‘Natsu!’  she screams when a surge of intense tremors ripple through her physical body.  It stiffens and contracts in undulating waves, forcing her hands to grip tightly to whatever it has clutched to and Natsu must forcefully pin her down to keep the connection from breaking.  Eruptions of torrid heat surge outward from them steaming away any sweat that has coated the bedsheets, maybe even leaving a few scorch marks…    

Once Lucy’s orgasm subsides, Natsu releases her neck and licks up any blood that has trickled out.  After what seemed like hours to her but was merely minutes, whatever high she was in is coming down and she opens her eyes again to see Natsu hovering over her with just the biggest grin on his face.  Still hypersensitive to his touch she moans when he kisses her softly on the lips.  “Luce, how do you feel?”

“Like you just screwed my brains out…”

He smirks at the idea of his prowess, “And I haven’t even touched you yet.  That was just the bonding process…”

She looks down at her clothed body in disbelief.  “But it felt so real…  D-did you feel anything too?”

“Everything…” he coos, “I was with you the whole time.”  

“A connection through the blood?” she whispers.  “Hey… your eyes are back to normal.”

“Yes.”  Natsu sees Lucy’s eyes flash red signaling to him that her body has completed its transformation.  With a mischievous grin, “And now you’re ready for me Luce….”  She bucks her hips against him raring to go.  “But, not here…  It might be too dangerous...” a look of confusion from her.  “Igneel cautioned that the first time could get more than just… a little heated, especially since you have no control over your new magic.”

“Oh,” her pout morphs into a yawn.  “It’s okay, this process has made me quite tired anyways.”

Natsu leans to his side.  “As soon as this mission is over, I promise we’ll finish what we started,” he caresses her cheek, “and I know the perfect place…”

Lucy yawns a second time and cuddles to him.  “I can’t… wait…” her voice trailing off as she passes out in his arms.  

“Good morning…” Natsu kisses her forehead.  

“Mmm…” Lucy smiles, “Good Morning Natsu,” and snuggles tighter against his side.   Yawning, “Care to tell me now about your dream on the train?”

He grins, “We just lived it last night.”

“Oh!”  Her cheeks turn a little pink, “No wonder you were blushing when I asked you about it.”

Smiling, “So…  We’re supposed to meet Cana and Bacchus by 10 am to head back to Quatro Cerberus and it’s already 9.”

“Alright…” she whines.  

He chuckles, “I wish we didn’t have to go either.”

“You should just stay at my apartment from now on…” she murmurs and traces the lines around his pecs.  “So, we can always wake up like this.”

“I like that idea… But um Lucy, I think I need to explain the whole mate thing to you before we leave.”

“Why, is there something special about it?”

“Well… so it does mean we are bound to each other for the rest of our lives…”

“That’s not a bad thing.”

“The other slayers will be able to tell immediately because you’re scent now has a little of mine in it.”

“Okay, no big deal.”

He chuckles, “Sting’s not gonna like it.”

“Sting?”

“You didn’t know he had a crush on you too?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Well if reacts weird the next time he sees you, now you’ll know why.  And lastly there is a couple more physical reminders…”

“Like what,” she sits up.  

He sits up too and points to her chest.  “I guess it’s like my mark, it appeared at the same time I saw your eyes flash red last night.”

She looks down and right above her heart is a simple outline of a red dragon with flames around its wings.  Giggling, “Awe, it’s kinda cute.”  

“…and, um there’s a slight change to your appearance…”

“What!”

“It’s nothing bad!” he puts up his arms.  “I love it actually but…” she bolts to the mirror.

Standing in front of it she exhales, “Whew, I can live with that.”  He walks up behind her and puts his arms around her waist.  “The red highlights, look pretty cool actually.”

“I’m glad you don’t mind them.” He squeezes her and grins.  “I know it’s kinda selfish but I like that others will know immediately you’re now off limits.”  

She chuckles and smiles at him.  “But I was already off limits to everyone else…”

[quinn-types]

A part of the voice chat au.

Ardyn doesn’t keep things, except when he does. |Ω|

Ardyn wasn’t the type to keep mementos. He just wasn’t the sentimental sort. Being alive for a few centuries tends to diminish the value of things. Or perhaps that was just Ardyn, he was naught the sort to put meaning in material gain.

He didn’t own very much, a car, a few outfits, a phone he doesn’t really use. Having lots of shiny, new things just never appealed, happiness can’t be bought, and all that. Though being alive for too long probably dulled his feelings just in general. Who was it that said everything fades in time?

Still, he makes his way through the attic of one of the Caelum summer villas with the intent of cleaning up whatever mess had been left behind. It had been a long time since anyone had used it, judging by the layer of dust just in the foyer alone, so Ardyn had spent yesterday cleaning the ground floor, leaving the attic for next day.

And that day had come, sooner than Ardyn had hoped. Downstairs he could hear a ruckus, no doubt his grand nephew, Noctis, and his friend, Prompto, were back from their outing. Prompto had wanted to travel outside the country, citing ‘photographic variety’ as his excuse. Noct just wanted a break from his responsibilities, good on him for being honest, and had all but begged Ardyn to come with so there wouldn’t be a need to bring his shield.

Ardyn hadn’t cared for Noctis’s pleading, but he was getting a bit stir crazy so he obliged, and arranged a vacation trip for them.

And so he stood in the attic of a Caelum vacation home, cleaning and organizing, while the children, well adults he supposed they were in their twenties, played together on the ground level. That’s what he assumed at least, it had suddenly gotten quiet down there, so either his nephew had fallen asleep or they both glued their faces to phones again, it was certainly a trend these past years.

Going down stairs revealed he only half right. Noctis was soundly asleep on Prompto’s lap, the later had his eyes trained on his phone’s screen, not even looking up as he said, “Noct wasn’t feeling good, so he clocked out.”

“It’s probably all the dust, I should go and get a humidifier.” He replied with a sniff.

At this, Prompto looked up from his phone, “Do you ever stop working?”

Ardyn couldn’t help but smirk at that, “If I don’t keep myself occupied, I’d be forced to think about the reality of my rejected existence.”

“..You seem pretty welcome to me.” the blonde responded unsurely. Ardyn chuckled at that.

“My family has always been accommodating, be it out of pity or compassion, no nephew of mine has ever had the thought cross them to spurn me.” he began, as he casually walked towards the coffee table, now decorated with an assortment of treats and trinkets, “ They are not who I was referring to, however, who I meant was-”

Ardyn had, what a lot of people called, a photographic memory. It was a both a blessing and a curse. He could recall things as far back as to his days as a youth, back when things were simpler, with less existential angst. He could never truly forget anything, which made the contents of the picture frame a bit confounding.

It was of him, sitting in a chair outside on the porch of the villa. It was sunset, and he was staring off at something in the distance. But what truly struck him, was, first, how relaxed at peace he looked in it, and second, when the hell did Prompto take that.

They had only been here for a day and a half and he hadn’t seen nor heard from the two boys for the entire evening yesterday, not to mention how up close he was in the photo. That and the clearance tag was still on the frame, so this was very much recent and very much not in his memory and very slightly distressing him.

“Prompto, when.. did you take that?”

“Yesterday.”

“And how did you do that?”

“With a camera, duh.”

Ardyn glared at him, a little exasperated, “I don’t recall you taking such a photo of me yesterday, that’s what I’m asking.”

The blonde shrugged, a tad uneasily. “I've never seen you like that before.”

Ardyn sighed at that, “So you had it framed?”

He shrugged again, “I let Noct pick which ones got developed, I pretty sure he likes it too. Guess he wants to remember you as much as I do.”

He stared at Prompto, he didn’t mean to, but the phrase caught him a little off guard. “Remember me?”

“Yeah, Noct told me about the whole prophecy thing, how he’s gonna hafta kill you, and all that,” he said sheepishly “I guess the whole thing weighs kinda heavy for him.”

“Oh?” Ardyn asked simply.

“I mean, you’ve been around since the founding day of Insomnia, so like, the thought of you not being here is just. Like I can’t imagine you never popping up randomly to remind us of important stuff or photobomb our selfies.”

“Life goes on,” Ardyn uttered quietly, “whether we are here to see it or not. Just as you said, I have existed for a long time, since the infancy of the Lucian kingdom, watching over my brother’s legacy, ensuring each generation of my nephews are safe and capable rulers. But as a human beings, I have learned, that we were not built to live for so long.”

“That doesn’t mean we wouldn’t miss you, for the time that we’ve known you.” Prompto whispered, “I’d miss you.”

Ardyn turned away from the picture to face Prompto, but the blonde was staring intently at the frame, a light pink blush dusted his cheeks. An odd pain formed in his chest as he thought over those words. It hadn’t crossed his mind before, the idea of being missed. He had been so fixated on the idea of oblivion, he had forgotten that others don’t think of death in the same way he did.

He didn’t know it was possible to be both simultaneously touched and depressed, but there it was. And just in time to save Prompto from further embarrassment, the prince showed signs of waking, rested enough to resume whatever mischief he and his friend were fond of making.

To be missed, hm? Ardyn mused, picking up the photo frame, There are worse fates, I suppose.

[randomconnections]

Skagit Tragedies and a Deserted Mall

When news from Skagit County makes it all the way back to Greenville, generally it’s bad news. Since our association with Samish Island, there have been several tragedies in the region that reached that level, from crimes, to natural disasters, to accidents. Now, living up here, I drive past and look out at these places on a daily basis. I can’t help but think about those tragedies when I pass by.

In my attempt to turn everything into a joke I almost entitled this post “Skagidies”, but there has been real loss of life. Bearing that in mind, I thought I’d take a look at some of these locations.

Anacortes Refinery Explosion

The Wright abode on Samish Island looks out over Padilla bay toward what is now known as the Andeavor Anacortes Refinery. At night the lights from the refinery light up the horizon, and steam vent clouds rise over the Skagit flatlands. From our living room we watch large tankers come into port at the refinery. These same tankers anchor in Samish and Bellingham Bays north of the island.

The refinery was built on March’s Point on Fidalgo Island in 1957 as the “Shell Anacortes Refinery.” Gasoline, aircraft fuel, and diesel fuel were processed at the refinery for distribution in both Shell and Texaco stations. In the late 1990s it was purchased by Tesoro, a Texas-based distribution company.

Fast forward twenty years…

On April 2, 2010 disaster took place. According to Wikipedia…

At 12:30 a.m. on April 2, while personnel were performing post-maintenance heat exchanger restart operations, a heat exchanger on an adjacent bank catastrophically and violently ruptured. The pressure-containing shell of the heat exchanger burst at its weld seams, expelling a large volume of very hot hydrogen and naphtha, which spontaneously ignited upon contact with the surrounding air. The ensuing explosion was so violent that many in Anacortes felt the shock wave across Fidalgo Bay. A giant fireball lit up the sky above the refinery, and a plume of black smoke was pushed toward the town by a southeast wind. It took about 90 minutes to put the fire out.

Four workers were killed immediately and another died of injuries later. Several others were also injured.

At the time I was glad that Laura’s mom was not on the island when this happened. I’m sure it would have upset her. She was in Florida at the time. I asked Duff and Linda if they remember the explosion. They said that they didn’t hear this one, but did remember one that happened in the 1990s. Apparently in 1998 there was another explosion that killed six workers. That news didn’t make it back east.

I-5 Skagit River Bridge Collapse

The Skagit River is wide and swift as it flows past Burlington and Mount Vernon. There aren’t that many ways to cross the river. There’s one bridge at Sedro-Woolley on Highway 9, one on Burlington Avenue, one on I-5, and one at Mount Vernon. The next bridge is all the way down at the town of Conway. There are few bridges across the river as one heads upriver, too.

All of the bridges in the town are steel truss bridges, including the one on the interstate. On May 23, 2013 a large truck carrying drilling equipment struck the steel trusses so severely that it caused the bridge to collapse. Two other vehicles fell into the river. Several were injured, but fortunately there were no fatalities. The photos below are from the Washington DOT and the NTSB.

I-5 is a major artery between Seattle and Vancouver, so this put a serious bottleneck on traffic. By September of 2013 the new bridges were already in place. We drive over this bridge all the time. The new bridge looks just like the old one did, as far as I know.

Cascade Mall Shooting

NOTE: This blog post has been in the hopper for several months. Other things have popped up and taken precedence. Since I’ve started working on it the Marjory Stoneman Douglas and two other school shootings have taken place. These shootings have sparked a nation-wide movement directed mostly by students from Stoneman Douglas High School. On this Saturday students and other concerned citizen held protests and marches in the March for Our Lives movement. I wholeheartedly support these students and think it fitting that another tragic shooting is brought to the forefront.

On September 23, 2016, Arcan Cetin entered the Cascade Mall with a stolen Ruger .22 caliber rifle and began shooting randomly in Macy’s. He killed five shoppers, with a sixth dying from injuries the next day. Cetin escaped, but was caught the next day in his hometown of Oak Harbor. He confessed to the shootings. Cetin later committed suicide in jail.

Cetin was Turkish, but his crimes were not linked to terrorism. It was thought that he had recently broken up with a girlfriend who had worked at Macy’s. The community was shaken, and news reached all the way to South Carolina.

Recently I paid a visit to Cascade Mall. I had been to the theater at the mall several times, but it was the first time I’d visited the mall, proper, since I’d been here. As with so many other enclosed malls around the country, this one has not fared well, and the shooting only made things worse. Sears closed and was replaced with a second-tier furniture store. It was announced that a second anchor, J. C. Penney, would close this spring. The anchors were still open, most of the smaller storefronts were vacant.

I was at Penney’s to check out their close-out sales. I found a couple of shirts on sale, then decided to check out the mall itself. There were lots of empty stores, but there were still mall walkers and a few shoppers.

Of course, Spencer’s Gifts was open. I’m under the firm conviction that they are the cockroaches of the retail world. Long after all of the malls have closed, Spencer’s will have found a way to survive.

A couple of storefront churches had popped up. A Children’s Museum occupied several spaces toward the old Sears end of the mall.

With the empty storefronts and recent tragedy the placed seemed haunted. It didn’t help mitigate that feeling when something really creepy happened. I heard unearthly children’s laughter. At the other end of the mall I heard it again. I pulled out the audio recorder I always have with me and waited until I heard it again. It turns out that this was at a playground area and the laughter was meant to attract kids to the coin-operated rides.

Doesn’t make it any less creepy, especially with rather mournful mall music playing in the background. I added the audio to a few still images to make a short video.

Weirdness aside, these tragedies linger because I pass these places each day. I don’t know anyone involved or affected by them personally, but I can’t help but think about what happened. Perhaps that’s the important thing. Don’t forget. I may not be able to do anything about oil refinery fires or bridges collapsing, but I can protest about guns, weakening regulations for industries, and inadequate infrastructure funding. And I can vote for people that have the same concerns about these issues.

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