#bunny tells him that he’s still a baby compared to the other guardians

[thatfantasylovingdork]

North is definitely Russian, so he’s definitely got vodka. It’s no problem for him…except one day when he finds Jack passed out cold with his head on North’s desk with an empty bottle of vodka by him. He later finds out that Bunny was teasing Jack by telling him he wasn’t old enough to drink, and that led to a bet that led to Jack chugging the vodka.

North takes care of Jack because of the week-long hangover the poor kid has while Bunny just smirks every time he runs into Jack during that week.

[be-dazzled]

Miraxus Day: Family is Family

Laxus Dreyar, Mirajane Strauss November 8, 2020 Dedication: To my small Miraxus family. I love you all.

Writer’s Corner: Of course I’m not gonna forget. This is such a mess. I was going back and forth with drama, comedy, drama and comedy. It’s all over the place! But I hope you guys still appreciate it. Let me know what you guys think.

HAPPY MIRAXUS DAY!

All rights reserve to Hiro Mashima, original creator.

Masterlist

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Family. That’s all Laxus ever wanted – a family. He used to believe that a mother, a father and a child made a family. But Laxus came into a world his mother had just left and all he had was his father. He thought maybe the two of them were enough but Ivan’s quest for power had consumed him and eventually, Laxus was not enough anymore.

Gramps came into his life and introduced him to a new home – Fairy Tail. But even then, his concept of family never changed. Laxus still considered his father as family, the only one he had aside from Makarov. And so, when Gramps was forced to excommunicate Ivan, Laxus considered it the highest betrayal. Because what father could disown his own son? What family would choose strangers over one’s own flesh and blood?

His dear Gramps destroyed Laxus’ family and he was so filled with hatred and darkness that he started to believe that there was no such thing as family. Only power.

Little by little, he had become his father – so obsessed with power that he was willing to step on and destroy what his grandfather held closest to his heart. But deep inside Laxus knew it wasn’t the search for power that pushed him to declare the battle of Fairy Tail. It was his hatred of his grandfather who chose a bunch of strangers over his own son. It was his loathing of Makarov, who created his own family in Fairy Tail, and left Laxus alone and lonely. Without a family. He was so consumed by his hatred that he failed to see that the only reason Makarov protected Fairy Tail was so that Laxus would never feel lonely ever again. That he would always have a family.

He was beyond saving but Makarov never gave up on him.

It was a long road for Laxus but in the end he came to finally understand what Gramps was trying to tell him. That family was not only defined by blood but most importantly, it was about love. In the end, he finally realized that he had family and all along, he was home.

But something was still missing.

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Laxus’ return to the guild did not usually call for some big celebration because they did not need Laxus to create some ruckus. They got Gray and Natsu for that. Recently, however, it wasn’t only the Thunder God Tribe whose faces lit up every time the big boss came back from his long missions. One pair of blue eyes gleamed upon his return.

Mirajane Strauss. Now, that’s the woman who knew the importance of family. She had dedicated her life to protect her own.

“Welcome back, Laxus.”

There was surprise in the dragon slayer’s eyes but one that was welcomed. He gave him a soft smile, one that was considered meager as compared to Mirajane’s.

“I hope you weren’t charged with so much damages.” Mirajane started a conversation while she took the accomplishment report from the S-Class mage.

“I’m not Natsu.” defended Laxus, “nor Erza.” His orange eyes followed the Head Waitress as she read the report and filed it in the books. He planned on taking the day off and getting some much deserved rest. However, the job request Mirajane just handed to him was going to put a dent on that plan.

“Don’t forget about your promise.”

Laxus did not. He was a man of his words and when Mira decided to cash in on that promise, he would definitely honor them. But the thought had kept him up some nights. Knowing Mirajane, she’d cash in soon and would probably make him do things he’d never do as long as he was alive. Despite his inhibitions, he still agreed to go on a job with Mira. They argued about their meeting point: him wanting to pick her up from her house and Mirajane wanting to do the opposite. His pride was not having it, so, they settled on meeting halfway.

“Oi, Demon. Don’t make me do weird things.”

It was one of his wisest decisions to leave before Mirajane gave him details of the job.

“I won’t!” Mira shouted after him and the Dragon Slayer disappeared behind the wooden doors.

The next day, they met right in front of the guild, where they mutually decided was fair for the both of them. Mirajane led him to a residential district, lined on either side with common bungalow houses. Laxus was right to worry about that bright smile and even brighter blue eyes, when, at the end of the block, they were welcomed by a nice middle-aged couple about to leave them five crazy boys to care for the day. In short, Mirajane just dragged him, the great Lightning Dragon Slayer, Laxus Dreyar, into a baby-sitting job. Him? Makarov’s grandson about to follow into his footsteps in leading Fiore’s strongest guild? One of the most respected mages of whole Earthland? A Dragon freaking Slayer? Going to babysit a crazy bunch on a sugar rush? No way, Ma’am. Not in this lifetime.

If Mirajane wanted to spend her day babysitting, that’s up to her. Not Laxus Dreyar.

But if Mirajane said they were going to spend their day babysitting, that’s what they were going to do.

That’s how Laxus Dreyar found himself in the middle of all that chaos: dangling two thrashing boys in either arm; head throbbing, ear splitting from all the screaming; staying really, really still in the middle of the kitchen floor because there were loose marbles all around him. The reason why he was in the middle of marble island was with him too but instead, she was wobbly carrying some easily breakable plates.

“Kids! Don’t run around please.”

Laxus tilted his head on the side, just a little tilt, and wondered how Mirajane could keep the honey on her voice despite those little spawns of the devil making their job a tad harder than usual. If it was up to him, he’d fry the little demons and call it a night. Five evil boys, at their age and without a nanny? What were that middle-aged couple thinking? But Mirajane was nothing but patient with those kids, like she had always been with the grown-ass children back at the guild, and she was pretty good at it. So, Laxus was going to trust Mirajane with whatever crazy plan she was going to come up with.

“Do we have a plan?” asked he, trying very much not to be condescending, even though he was really close to just squeezing the squirming boys into silence, with his bare arms.

“Put me down, spark plugs!”

Laxus had learned earlier in life, you have to be stern with these boys or you would never get the respect you deserve. So, he stared down that little demon and pulled the most deadly glare he had mastered.

“I’m gonna show you plugs if you don’t keep quiet.”

Which, his inexperienced ass had taught him, was not a very good idea, since the boy with mahogany hair discovered a higher pitch for his screaming.

Definitely not the best idea.

“So?” He turned back to the woman who at least was the more experienced between them.

All the answer she could offer him was an apologetic smile – beautiful but apologetic smile. Then, not like it was crazy enough – that Mirajane was out of any ideas, crazy or not – the universe was really testing them. Five, eight and ten year olds never listen to anything an adult says. Because when you tell them not to run around, they bump into you while you’re carrying a tower of ceramic plates.

So, Laxus had to step up and use some magic. He charged the marbles with small static to clear up a way for Mirajane.

“Cool!” one of the kids exclaimed and the two stubborn rascals in his arms stopped squirming for freedom. The kids all demanded he do it again, cheering him on until Laxus caved in.

Now, he wasn’t the kind of man who got pushed over and ordered around. No one could make Laxus do what he didn’t want to do. But those kids were looking at him like was some kind of a hero. And so, Laxus charged the marbles again so they rolled around the kitchen floor in some entertaining fashion. The boys didn’t move an inch.

Kids were too easy.

Easy to win over and had no loyalty, at all.

Because now they were entertaining their eyes with Mirajane’s Take-Over magic. Who even thought a pink giant lizard was cool?

Traitors.

His static charged marbles rolling around every direction was way, way cooler.

Laxus did not feel abandoned by his disciples. No way. He decided to sit there at the couch, comfortably at that, and scoffed at those simpletons who thought a blue bunny existed in this world. Geez. His great magic skills were a waste on those kids. Laxus glanced towards where the giggly laughters were coming from.

What a bunch of school girls.

Laxus was just thankful he didn’t have to waste any more energy on children’s play, quite literally. But his plan on spending the rest of the night slipping into a nap – and letting Mirajane do all the babysitting – was put on hold when, at the corner of his eyes, he saw a nonthreatening silhouette standing under the arch. Not a second later, a little girl holding a blue bunny stepped into the light. They held each other’s stare, one studying the other. Then, the little girl with the long reddish, brownish hair approached the big guy on her parent’s couch.

“Who are you?” interrogated her. “And why are you lazing around in my house?”

Laxus thought she was very articulate for a little girl.

“Laxus.” He offered his name. “I’m your bab– I’m your guardian for tonight.”

“You mean my babysitter?”

One orange eye twitched at the word. It was enough Laxus had his argumentative baby blue eyes at home; he didn’t need another one on his job too.

“Guardian. Alright?” insisted the big guy. “Now, it’s past your bed time. Why are you still up?”

“Those brats woke me up.”

She climbed onto the couch and settled next to her babysitter. The way she casually dropped he word ‘brat’ pulled the corners of Laxus’ mouth just slightly up but the spark of amusement in his eyes showed that his interest was piqued.

“Is that your girlfriend?”

Laxus’ orange eyes followed her stare and saw Mirajane turning back to her original form. But one who never shared about his life, the guardian a.k.a babysitter tried to dodge the bullet.

“Didn’t your parents tell you not to talk to strangers?”

She nodded in response. “Stranger Danger.”

Laxus wanted to ignore the kid but she had other plans.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“So, why are you still talking to me?”

“You gave me your name. So, you’re not a stranger.”

Laxus kept his lips shut just in case smarty-mouth took the hint and would just go away. Turned out, she wasn’t as smart as he thought she was.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

Couldn’t get the hint.

“I could be dangerous.”

“You’re a big guy lazing around a couch.” She gave her a look that made him feel like he was stupid. “How dangerous can you be?”

That was not only Little Miss Smarty Pants being such a smart pants but also being the ingenious, unintentional snark that she apparently was. Laxus could feel another headache coming.

“How old are you again?”

“Eight. Is she your girlfriend?”

Laxus eyed the girl, giving her one of those serious, intimidating look he used to scare the people in his guild with. It did not make her budge, not even just a little. Laxus just had to admit defeat. The little girl was not going to drop the subject until she was satisfied with an answer.

“Sort of.”

Appearing satisfied with that, the smarty pants whipped her head to the side to study the lady who was making her brothers guffaw. In just a matter of seconds, she already made up her mind about Mirajane. “She isn’t that pretty.”

That was a surprise for Laxus. As far as he knew, Mirajane Strauss was every man’s dream. Sometimes, a woman’s too. Guys wanted her. Girls wished they could be her. But, what did an eight year old know?

The girl turned to face him again and, in a matter-of-fact tone, told him he could do better.

Laxus folded his lips to keep that thin line on his face from pulling wider. He didn't want to be the one to tell Mirajane that an eight year old girl just flatly told him that Laxus was out of Mirajane’s league. He couldn't fault the child for being that honest. Kids didn't lie.

"You think so?"

"Yeah." The little girl answered around a big yawn. Then, she leaned on the big guy and rested her head against his arm, pulling her blue bunny tight to her chest. “Way better.”

It maybe wasn't right for him to feel good about that but he did. Sure, he wasn't going to win the best secret boyfriend award but the woman being so lovable made him doubt himself. Laxus knew he wasn't the friendly, approachable type. Kids were either afraid or just dismissive of him. He had improved over the years but sometimes, as much as he told himself it didn’t bother him, Laxus was worried that he wasn’t as likeable as Gramps, who was grooming him to be the next Guild Master. There were times he’d think he made a breakthrough, like earlier, when those boys looked up to him like he was the greatest thing in the world. Then, all of the sudden, he wasn’t. But thanks to this little girl sleeping soundly beside him, Laxus felt a lot better.

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“She said that?”

Mirajane showed no signs of being bothered or insulted by a little girl calling her ‘not that pretty’. In fact, she was more surprised that Laxus was the one hogging their conversation. He tried to repress the enthusiasm in his voice and expression but the Dragon Slayer was never this chatty. On their walks, Laxus always played the audience and Mira would always talk his ears off.

“Don’t take it too personally.”

It was very late in the evening and the two managed to put the kids to sleep before the couple came home to relieve them. Guardian missions paid well and Laxus finally realized why.

“Those boys gave you a hard time, huh?”

“It’s like we never left the guild.” Mirajane’s giggles were abruptly cut off by the sudden gush of wind.

Laxus noticed it. So, he shrugged out of his large coat and draped it over Mira’s shoulders. To keep himself warm, he shoved his hands inside his pant pockets and slid closer to her as they continued with their walk home. Bickslow said something about sharing heat or something. He said girls liked that.

“Mina’s just like you.”

The declaration made Mirajane turn to him, a bit surprised. The little girl obviously hated her. “Really? How so?”

“She snores when she sleeps.”

Yeah, she thought. She pulls your hair and pretends to sleep too.

“Oh.” Mirajane didn’t really know what to make of it. She was sure she didn’t snore. Or did she?

“And talks in her sleep.”

Mirajane didn’t think she did that. But that wasn’t the thought that caused her stop and fall behind. Looking back, she realized that from the client’s house up to now, they’ve only been talking about the boys and their sister, Mina. Laxus even had that warm expression on his face when she talked about the little girl who slapped and kicked Mirajane when she tried to pick her up from the couch to place to bed. But when it was Laxus who carried her away, Mina snuggled up to him and slept in his arms, like a baby.

“Mina’s really…” Laxus struggled, although he tried not to show it, to look for the right word to finish his sentence. “C-cu–. Mira?” He only noticed Mira’s absence when he looked at beside him and she wasn’t there.

“Oi,” Laxus came back for her. Worry and confusion made lines appear on his forehead, “what’s wrong?”

She stared at him, studying his features slowly changed as years passed by. Mira remembered the time when he was just a little boy, the cute young golden boy who doted on his grandfather. The little boy whom people expected great things from. Vignettes of his growing years played in her memory, his highs and his lows, until her reminiscing brought her to the here and now, staring at the man that Laxus had become.

“Mirajane.” His voice was laced with equal concern and warning.

“Do you know why I took this mission?”

She was proud of him, of how far Laxus had come. He started as a sweet kid; broken by what Laxus took as his grandfather’s betrayal when he sent away Ivan; until he found his way back home.

“I’m not in the mood to play guesses, Mira.”

And he realized that family was not only defined by blood but also by love. That we may be born into a family but sometimes, when we are lucky, we find one or we get to create our own.

“Because I wanted to see how you’ll be around kids.” Without knowing it, tears had started to roll down her cheeks. Mira rested her hand over her belly, feeling the bump that wasn’t there yet. “Now that we’re expecting one.”

The cruel, November wind slapped on Mira’s tear-stricken cheeks. It was late and the streets had been emptied. From Laxus’ expression, she was glad they had the privacy to have that conversation. Mira dropped the hand on her belly and tightened the large coat around her body with it. For the first time since she received the good news, Mirajane got scared. She got scared as she stared into Laxus’ widened eyes and found no emotion in them. She took a step back, mind in complete mess.

Did he not want the child? Would she be raising their child on her own?

Questions ran around and about her mind. But Mirajane was strong. In those quick moments when he said nothing, she tried to rebuild a life that was just in ruins.

Mira took a deep breath, mustering the courage to tell him, “You… you don’t have to do anything. I–”

But before she could finish her sentence, Laxus had bridged the small distance she placed between them. He dropped his head on her shoulder and once again, they fell into complete silence.

“I’m just tired, Mira.”

Laxus words were muffled by the collar of his coat but Mirajane could hear the croak in his voice. He didn’t say anything after that but Mira noticed his shoulders lightly shaking. When he shifted his head to nuzzle at the crook of her neck, she felt his warm tears. Right there and then, without Laxus saying anything, Mira finally understood his feelings. She gently patted the back of his head, silently telling him that it was okay. They were going to be okay. They were going to figure it out, together.

Laxus then wrapped his arms around Mira’s slender figure, tighter and tighter, until her fears were squashed. The thought of messing it up as first time parents tentatively crossed her mind but she wasn’t afraid of it. Because it was Laxus. Because she was going to embark on that journey with Laxus. Because even in his small voice, she heard his words over the low howling of the November wind.

“Thank you, Mira.”

Family. That’s all Laxus ever wanted – a family. Even if his definition of it had changed over the years, one stood the test of time. Laxus was the luckiest man alive to have known a family defined by blood, by love and now, by both.

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Bonus:

Laxus did not know regrets. He believed that everything that happened – good or bad –were, simply, opportunities to learn.

But now he was starting to regret when he told his wife he wanted a daughter.

“I hate you, Papa!”

His three year-old hit him with a fist in the face. Now, being the daughter of two of the strongest mages in Fairy Tail, his daughter’s punch could not be taken lightly.

“Princess, you need to eat your vegetables.”

“No!”

“But it will help you grow.”

She crossed her arms and barked a definite, “No!”

If she was a boy, Laxus’ glare would do the trick. But when it comes to his little princess, Fairy Tail’s ninth guild-master could not keep a straight face, how much more a frown.

“But–”

“See? This is why you shouldn’t spoil her.” Mirajane, with a slight bump on her tummy, moved around her husband to her seat at the dining table. She wasn’t too far along but already showing. “Fayna, you need to eat your vegetables.”

The Dreyar daughter did not say a word but only gave her mother a look that said, ‘make me’, which Mirajane did not appreciate coming from a three year old. It also didn’t help that pregnancy hormones cut her patience by half; so, Mira stared back at her daughter and the two ended up in a silly stand-off, while the father took the cowardly way out by just waiting for them to stop.

Just another day at the Dreyar House.

Laxus knew exactly how it would end – with his little princess crying to her daddy.

Fayna’s baby blue eyes brimmed with tears. Laxus just had to count to three until his little demon conceded to the other demon in the house, curl up to her daddy and cry to him.

“Mama’s being mean, again?”

Fayna buried her face against the dragon-slayer’s chest and nodded, clutching on his father’s pressed shirt.

“Laxus!”

The dragon-slayer shrugged but gave his wife an apologetic smile. Papa Laxus was definitely whipped and totally twisted around his little princess’ finger. Mirajane did not like it one bit. She didn’t like to always play the bad guy and she told him about that. Laxus promised he would try to be stern with the little demon. When the time came, he’d be the one to discipline her.

Laxus sought her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, his orange eyes begging for understanding. Mirajane just rolled her eyes and Laxus mouthed quick thanks.

When the day came that his daughter wanted to learn magic and eventually joined the guild. When she finally went to her first mission without her Papa and Mama. When Fayna finally sought her independence, he’ll subject her to the same discipline the Guild Master puts all the kids at the guild. No special treatment for his Fayna.

But for the meantime, while Fayna was still his baby girl and she still liked her papa, Laxus wanted to spoil his little princess.

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Guardian Angel: Chapter 5

So, I’ve had this written almost all week, but got super sick and didn’t have time to edit it. As I was editing, I was “Damn self, this is an awesome chapter” *pats self on back*

Anyway, I’m a receptionist at a hair salon and so I threw some hair stuff in here at the beginning of the chapter, cuz write what you know right? Anyway... Ransom is dark in this chapter, and we’re gonna find out about some of his secrets! 

Warnings: funeral, death, SMUT

WC: 2494

I took the first possible flight out to San Francisco. Ethan, now thirty, was excited by the prospect of reconnecting with his baby sister. He and his fiancee, Maya, picked me up from the airport. She was a perky girl, with bright blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. It took her all of twenty minutes to gather why I had suddenly dropped everything and flown out to west coast. 

“Stay as long as you want Leah,” she said, “It’s not a publishing house, but the salon I work at is looking for part time receptionists. You could work like twenty hours a week and get your hair done for free.”

“That sounds great Maya,” I said with a smile, and I genuinely meant it. 

Maya quickly convinced me that I needed a hairdo to go with my San Francisco lifestyle. Since I had been raised by a man, and had only older brothers, I had never changed my hair color. I had thought about it often.

“Leah,” Maya sighed, “with your green eyes and skin tone, you would look great with highlights.”

“I don’t know,” I said nervously. 

“We’ll do a balayage. The blonde will be focused more towards the ends of your hair. Please, it will look amazing,” Maya begged. 

Turns out Maya was totally right. I looked great as a blonde. And weirdly, I had never felt more like myself. I stayed in San Francisco for over a month. I told myself I was just staying until after Maya and Ethan got married in November, but in reality I made no plans to head back to Massachusetts. It felt so good to be totally free. Ransom made no moves to contact me. Which if I was being honest, hurt. I did love him, did he love me back? 

I was scrolling through the news one afternoon at work, and stumbled upon an article saying the great Harlan Thrombey had committed suicide. As soon as I got home I called Ransom. His phone rang a few times, then sent my call to voicemail. 

“This is Ransom,” his outgoing message said.

“Hey Ransom. It’s Leah. I saw the news. I just wanted to say that if you need anything, I’ll be back to Massachusetts in a heartbeat…. I love you. Call me,” I said. Ransom, being Ransom, he never called. I flew back home anyway. I planned to stay with a friend from college while I was in town. 

I raced from the airport to the church, I changed in the church bathroom, into some more funeral appropriate clothing. A black dress, tights, and booties. I stood on the outskirts of the church as the service progressed. Hoping not to be seen. I looked  everywhere for that head of luscious, dark hair. But Ransom was nowhere to be found. After the service, I decided to stop by his house. Again, Ransom wasn’t there. So, I sent the Uber away and sat on the front stoop, my small suitcase propped up next to me. I could have let myself in, but he probably wouldn’t have liked that. I waited. And waited. I waited for three hours and finally saw the Beamer pull in. He got out of the car, designer sunglasses covering his eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He growled maliciously at me. 

“I wanted to see how you were doing,” I said, “You weren’t at the funeral, so I was worried.”

“Well, I’m fine,” he snarled walking up the steps to the house, “You and your blonde hair can go now.”

“Seriously?” I scoffed. He looked at me silently, studying me over his shoulder. He turned to face me.

“You left,” he murmured.

“You slept with someone else,” I countered. 

“You didn’t want me,” he said.

“Fuck you, Hugh,” I said as I whirled around.

“Oh ho, Hugh,” he taunted grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him, “Tell me I’m wrong.” He removed his sunglasses, revealing those ocean blue eyes that I love so dearly. 

“I want you,” I spat, “I want you more than you will ever want me. I want to do everything with you. The wedding, the house, the kids. Everything. But you don’t want that, so I can’t be with you.”

“Have I not proved to you that I will do everything for you?” He asked, “I have done everything in my power to make you see that I will do anything for you! But you! You always want to leave. You leave even after I make it almost impossible.”

“Ransom, what are you talking about?” I asked confused. Ransom looked at me with an amused expression, he still hadn’t released my arm. He took my confusion as an opportunity to pull me closer, he put his face up against my hair so he could smell it.

“Come on Leah, don’t be stupid. I tampered with your car brakes so you would get in that accident and know how much you really need me,” he whispered in my ear. 

“No, no. You wouldn’t do that,” I whimpered with tears threatening to spill from my green eyes. 

“I didn’t mean for you to get so hurt, but yes, I would do that,” he retorted. I pulled my arm back with all the force I could muster, but my strength was no match for Ransom’s.  

“Why?” I gasped.

“You needed to see that you still needed me,” he reasoned. 

“I never would have thought I didn’t need you Ransom,” I said tears spilling down my face, “But, causing my accident— there aren’t words for how fucked up that is.” I tried to pull my arm free again, but Ransom held on even tighter, his grip starting to bruise, his gaze turning dark and predatory.

“Let me go,” I screamed.

“Now Bunny, you know I don’t have neighbors, but screaming won’t do,” he tutted as he hauled me into the house. I tried going limp, making myself dead weight, maybe that would make him drop me. But Ransom’s gym routine was too much for such a feeble attempt on my part. He dragged me down the hall to his bedroom, where he promptly deposited me on his bed. I tried to jump up and run past him, but he caught me and threw me back onto his stupid California King bed. He straddled me so I couldn’t get up again, he leaned over me so our faces were just inches apart. 

“For the record, that stupid whore from the bar was nothing compared to you,” he grunted, “Her pussy was nowhere close to as sweet as yours. I had to turn her over and fuck her from behind so I could pretend it was you. I haven’t been able to cum since you left. My cock only wants you, Bunny.” 

I shouldn’t have felt a weird surge of pride as he said those words. Or felt myself get wetter. He was fucked up. He had fucked with me. He had forced me into a position where I needed him. That wasn’t love. I quickly calculated my best chance of getting out of Ransom’s house as fast as possible. I knew there was only one option.

“Prove it,” I whispered. Ransom looked down at me confused.

“Prove that you only want me,” I said. Ransom studied me for a moment, then he pounced. His lips covered mine in a kiss that was teeth and tongue. The kiss reeked of desperation. Of two lovers who may never kiss again. 

“I knew it,” he murmured, “I knew you missed me.” Ransom slid himself off me so my movements were less restricted. He rolled us onto our sides, kissing me even deeper. When he pulled away, I was out of breath. He rolled himself off the bed. I heard his dress shoes scuffing on the floor as he took them off. His brown coat followed. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me across the bed toward him. He removed my black booties and puffer jacket. I surged up onto my knees, dragging him from where he was standing to the edge of the bed. I wrapped my arms around him, his hands cupped my face as we kissed deeply. 

One of his hands slid down to palm my breasts. 

“Missed you,” he whispered against my lips, “You can’t leave me again. I need you too much.” 

Those weren’t the words I wanted to hear. I needed to distract him. I reached for the bottom of his sweater and pulled it off him. I sprawled out on my back and pulled my tights and underwear off, soon followed by my dress. Ransom peered at me hungrily. 

“Come here,” I cooed. Ransom pushed off his pants and briefs and joined me on the bed. He kissed me softly, his fingers teased my entrance.

“I don’t even need to touch you, and you’re so wet,” he breathed. I pushed him onto his back and crawled on top of him. I brought him to my entrance and lowered myself until he was fully sheathed inside me. 

“Ride me, Bunny,” he groaned. 

I worked myself up and down on his length. He moaned each time he bottomed out. Ransom reached behind me and unhooked my bra. He sucked one breast into his mouth, working one with his tongue as he massaged the other. I had to admit that he was talented. I allowed the pleasure of what we were doing to drown out the fear I had previously felt. 

Ransom moved his legs so his feet were planted on the bed and his knees were bent. This position allowed him the leverage to pound up into me. 

“Fuck,” I gasped. 

“Say my name,” he growled.

“Ransom!” I cried. I could feel myself tightening, my body preparing to cum. Ransom could feel it too, he snaked a hand down to my clit and toyed with it softly. My core tightened, then the dam broke. My legs were shaking violently and I was gasping for air. Before I had fully recovered, Ransom rolled us so I was on my back. 

He rest his weight onto his forearms, rested his face into the crook of my neck, carefully rolling his hips into me. He hissed as he worked through the last aftershocks of my orgasm. He lifted his face and looked me in the eyes, “I know I’ve never said it,” he murmured, “But, I love you. I love you so fucking much it hurts.”

“I love you too, Ransom,” I purred and I meant it, “Oh fuck baby, right there.”

“Right here, Bunny?” he teased me with a smirk as he hit a delicious spot inside me again and again. 

“Fuck,” I cried out. Ransom started a punishing rhythm again, hitting the place I needed him most. I clawed at his back, searching for anything to hold onto as he fucked me into oblivion. 

“Wanna make you mine,” he rasped.

“Already yours,” I mewled. Ransoms movements slowed back down to a roll of his hips. He kissed and bit my neck, leaving bruises that spoke to possession. 

“No,” he panted into my neck, “really mine. Like make you my wife. Or the mother of my child.” I tightened around him at the latter. I wasn’t even sure I was ready to be a mom, but Ransom’s words spoke to a primal part of me, and he felt it.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he felt me spasm around him, lifting his head to look at me, “Is that what my little bunny wants? She wants me to fuck her so good that I get her pregnant? Then everyone will know she’s mine.” 

A strangled moan left my mouth at his words. 

“Say it bunny,” he growled, “Beg for my cum.”

“Please, Ransom,” I pleaded, “Please cum inside me. Please get me pregnant.”

“Oh fuck, yeah,” he hissed, reaching up to grab the headboard as leverage to fuck into me as fast as possible. 

“Oh, Ransom,” I shrieked. I could hear how obscenely wet my pussy was as Ransom fucked me. The sound of skin slapping skin sounded throughout the room, as did my broken moans and Ransom harsh breathing.

“Tell me what I want to hear,” he breathed.

“I-I love you, Ransom,” I eagerly gasped.

“More,” he growled.

“I love you so fucking much. I want to be yours. I want to be your wife so you fuck my pussy everyday. I want you to cum inside me so I get pregnant. I need you,” I cried. 

“Fuck, Leah,” he roared as he came inside me. My body followed quickly, shattering and shaking in another epic orgasm. 

Ransom rested his forehead against mine, trying to catch his breath. 

“I love you so much,” he murmured. He pulled out of me, I shuddered at the feeling of cum spilling out of me. 

Ransom rolled to his back and pulled me to his chest, the same way he used to. Just before falling asleep, I realized that was the first time that Ransom had fucked me without a condom. This thought woke me up immediately. This thought shook me from this false sense of security I had felt when Ransom was inside me. I remembered his admission about causing my accident. I couldn’t stay here.

But, he had told me that he loved me. Did he mean it? Did it matter? 

I wrestled with myself until I heard his breathing regulate, he was asleep. I knew I should go, but part of me didn’t want to. I wanted to stay in that bed and take everything he offered me. But I couldn’t.

I carefully extracted myself from his grip. I grabbed my clothes and dressed silently, I carried my shoes so as to not make any noise. I opened the door to the stoop and stepped out. I closed the door as quietly as possible. I set my boots down and quickly zipped each up. I spotted my suitcase where I had left it. I grabbed it and I ran. I ran until I thought my lungs would explode. I slowed to a walk, a gas station was just down the road. 

I called an Uber from the gas station. I had the Uber drop me off at the airport, where I booked the next flight back to San Francisco. It wasn’t until I landed in California that I check my phone. 

27 missed calls. All from Ransom. His texts ranged from furious to begging me to come back.

Did I come on too strong? I know I hadn’t said I love you yet, and then I basically asked you to marry me and have my baby. I can understand why that freaked you out. 

Please Bunny, give me a chance. I love you. 

I know you need space.

The final text was the most alarming.

You’re mine Bunny Rabbit. Don’t forget it. You’ll be my wife one day, no matter what. 

@marvelismysafezone

[justanothercinemaniac]

Epic Movie (Re)Watch #180 - Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed

Spoilers below.

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: Yes.

Was it a movie I saw since August 22nd, 2009: No.

Format: DVD

1) So with the first film writer James Gunn had written a darker script meant to poke fun at the original series and gain a PG-13 rating, but after the cast signed on this was changed into a family friendly film. With the sequel, writer Gunn returns and this time everyone knew what kind of movie they were going to make from the beginning (which relates to some more solid structure in this film than the last).

2) Scooby-Doo Theory holds that whoever the protagonists talks to first is the person who did it. The first person they talk to in this film is Alicia Silverstone’s Heather Jasper Howe who ends up being the bad guy.

3) Okay, Coolsville opens up a museum exhibit about Mystery Inc. and their past foes. It is said that the gang, “donated,” the costumes. But…why are the costumes their’s to donate? Aren’t they police evidence? Do they steal the costumes from every crime as some sort of weird trophy and stash them all in a storage locker somewhere? Am I overthinking this? Let’s move on.

4) What the heck!? Seth Green is in this movie!?

5) Linda Cardellini continues to be absolutely excellent as Velma Dinkley, but one side we get to see in this film that we didn’t in the first is lovesick puppy Velma. Her crush on Seth Green’s Patrick is portrayed as cute, sweet, honest, and is just enjoyable to watch. I think Cardellini is great in both of these films and gets an even greater chance to shine in this one.

6) I always liked The Evil Masked Figure in this film.

I think it’s purely a taste of aesthetics. I like the metallic head, the hair, the cloak. He’s not really a character so much as a plot device and he does pale in comparison to the classic monsters which populate the film, but I just dig the design.

7) I think the early action set piece of Shaggy and Scooby getting pulled around the museum by the Pterodactyl Ghost is a little stagey. It FEELS like they’re on a film set as opposed to even the fun of the cartoon chases. But that just may be me.

8) What the fanboy in me loves about this film is the way it brings in all the classic monsters from the old cartoons. James Gunn is a fan himself and it shows because - much like he is able to fill up Guardians of the Galaxy with notable characters, references, and alien species - he brings in a lot of A-list villains from the show. The Black Knight Ghost and the 10,000 Volt Ghost in particular were always favorites of mine and it is REMARKABLY fun to see them, the Tar Monster, the Zombie, Captain Cutler’s Ghost, and The Miner 49-er brought to live action (among others).

9) Okay, so Heather Jasper Howe’s reporting is 100% slander and illegal. She is taking everything Mystery Inc. says out of context to make them appear bad in the public light. Yes, she’s the villain, this is part of the plan. But unless you’re working for an obviously biased news source like Fox News you would not be allowed to get away with this. Still, when I start to question the realism of a Scooby-Doo movies the whole thing falls apart.

10) The primary conflict for Scooby and Shaggy in this film is them questioning their worth/value to the team. This makes for surprisingly interesting character conflict and an equally surprising emotional arc for the film. I like it!

11) According to IMDb:

The original Scooby-Doo episode dealing with the pterodactyl ghost featured a villain and motive that were quite different. The pterodactyl/hang glider costume was used to smuggle pirated music, with the small-town mayor behind the whole scheme.

12) I cannot begin to express how funny my tiny eight year old self found this joke.

Shaggy [after the gang goes through all their notes, which Scooby has been jotting down]: “Scooby-Doo, what’s your conclusion?”

Scooby: “Bunny!”

13) I have a feeling this film had a product placement agreement with Burger King. Scooby was drinking from a Burger King cup earlier and then this:

14) I may have watched The Mummy too many times.

Fred: “What could possibly happen by ringing a doorbell?”

15) So Shaggy messes with a record player and “Baby Got Back” starts playing. Which begs the question: WHO ON EARTH HAS A VINYL OF “Baby Got Back”!?

16) According to IMDb:

At one point in the film, Scooby and Shaggy are pretending to sing into a toilet brush "microphone". The song they are actually singing is Strangers in the Night - Frank Sinatra's version featured the improvised scat lyrics, "Scoo-bee-doo-bee-doo", lyrics which then-CBS executive Fred Silverman chose as the name of the new cartoon series. The original name for the dog was "Too Much", a popular catchphrase of the era.

17) The entire Black Knight Ghost chase through the mansion is very cartoonish, which I mean as a compliment. It feels like it is ripped straight out of an old episode of the cartoon, speaking again to the great way James Gunn handles the source material.

18) Why is Daphne wearing a shirt with her own face on it?

19) Again: this made me laugh so hard as an eight year old.

Black Knight [after Velma kicks him in the nuts]: “Right in the round tables!”

20) This film was released in 2004, can you tell?

Fred: “…this mystery goes down like a dot com and Coolsville digs us again!”

21) I ship Velma and Daphne. I have a feeling so does James Gunn.

(Screenshot taken of a GIF originally posted by @ezekiels)

22) Linda Cardellini gets to be exceptionally funny in this film for one BIG reason:

Patrick: “Do you have to go to the bathroom?”

Velma: “No, I can’t in this outfit.”

23) The Faux Ghost.

This is a wonderful concept featured in the film which once again shows off just how deeply familiar writer James Gunn is with the source material. Just the idea that a bar for all the people Mystery Inc caught exists is wonderfully fun. The art design and characters all stand out in a wonderfully fun scene.

24) Whoa, this is pretty deep for Scooby-Doo 2.

Old Man Wickles [about being a masked villain]: “We needed people to believe we were different than we were. Maybe because we believed there was something wrong with who were in the first place.”

This also means the song which plays in the club - “Thank You For Letting Me By Myself” - has much more meaning than one might initially expect.

25) This line was improvised.

Velma [after she lets out a squeak]: “That was my outfit, I swear.”

26) It’s kinda fun seeing Seth Green go into psychotic badass mode on this goon. My primary experience with him is through “Buffy” where he mostly plays his character as emotionally controlled. This is a fun change from that. Also, Shaggy gets in a sick burn because of it.

Shaggy [after seeing Patrick act a little crazy]: “But we gotta make like your personality and split!”

27) What even is this movie!?

Old Man Wickles [after Scooby gives away his position hiding in a bush]: “Darn bushes toweling at me again.”

AGAIN!?

28) Ah, the potion gag.

So there was a lot of work trying to figure out exactly what gags to use. At one point, Scooby was going to turn into his hand drawn counterpart as a replacement to a much less favored gag of Scooby turning into George W. Bush. The filmmakers didn’t want to compare 3D Scooby with 2D Scooby so they had him turn into the Tasmanian Devil instead. It’s kinda random and pointless, but not unenjoyable. It’s kinda fun to watch, it just has nothing to do with the rest of the plot.

29) In this moment, I am Shaggy.

Shaggy: “We’re gonna die!”

Daphne: “Think positive!”

Shaggy: “We’re gonna die quickly!”

30) Okay hold on a second: the monsters share the same hatred of Mystery Inc. that their portrayers had? But why? They’re not the same people are they? Do they have the memories of their human counterparts? Are they the vision of the criminals who portrayed them fully realized?

31) The old high school clubhouse scene is a surprisingly poignant moment of vulnerability and character interaction for Mystery Inc. The flashback - even though it’s a little cringe worthy seeing the young Mystery Inc (with their awkward imitations of the main cast and weirdly dubbed over voices from the main actors) - allows for us to understand the core of their relationship. In a lot of ways, this is the beating heart of the film. Mystery Inc and the friendship they have with each other.

32) Again: I am Shaggy.

Shaggy [while being chased]: “This is tied for the most terrifying day of my life!”

Velma: “Tied with what?”

Shaggy: “EVERY OTHER FREAKING DAY OF MY LIFE!”

33) HOW DID THE BLACK KNIGHT GET A GHOST HORSE!? Wouldn’t they need a horse costume to do that?

34) Ah, Buffy speak used by a “Buffy” actor.

Daphne: “Taste the pain Mr. Glowy Ugly Thing!”

35) I love this.

Velma [after Shaggy and Scooby say they’re trying to be more like the gang]: “That’s funny. I always wanted to be like you guys.”

This speaks greatly to just how freaking important Shaggy and Scooby are to the group. They’re the beating heart, it’s called Scooby-Doo for a reason. And the fact that Velma is able to so honestly and believably say she wants to be like Shaggy and Scooby is a surprisingly touching moment in the film.

36) It only took Velma 45 years to admit this.

Velma [after her glasses fall off]: “I’ve got to consider contact lenses.”

37) According to IMDb:

The Cotton Candy Glob is a tribute to the Cotton Candy Monsters who appeared in the story "Goop on the Loose" in the Scooby-Doo comics published by DC Comics, where the culprits were a child and two henchmen trying to get revenge from being fired from a carnival. The Cotton Candy Monsters were mentioned in A Pup Named Scooby-Doo: Terror, Thy Name Is Zombo (1989).

38) I JUST got that the game of keep away they play with the monster making control panel reflects the game of frisbee we saw them playing in the flashback.

(GIF originally posted by @leaveatraill)

39) Tar Monster seems like he has a ridiculous amount of power. Like he can single handedly nearly kill ALL of Mystery Inc. Why not just release the Tar Monster on the world? I feel like THAT’D be a better plan!

40) The Evil Masked Figure is unmasked and revealed to be Heather Jasper Howe. But her hair and makeup are perfect. Shouldn’t she have - like - helmet hair or something?

41) Scooby running to Shaggy like they haven’t seen each other in ages is totally unearned. Shaggy just put on a mask and took it off and Scooby acts all excited! But, it’s still kinda nice.

42) What the heck? This film has a secret mini movie!?

A commercial!?

Much like the first Scooby Doo film, Monsters Unleashed is hardly a cinematic masterpiece but the kid in my absolutely loves it. The characterization is continually strong (as is the acting), it’s a lot of fun to see the old monsters in a live action format, and it’s just an enjoyable 90ish minutes. There are movies which have aged worse so if you have fond memories of this or are a fan of the Scooby-Doo franchise, give it a watch.