#i couldn't get the old one back from the evidence locker because I GUESS the case is still opened

[beeejayy]

GUESS WHO GOT A NEW SCYTHE

[laylaswriting]

Tattoo

Title: Tattoo

Pairing: Jake Peralta (B99) x fem!reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: if you squint implied panic attack?

Tags: fluff, friends to lovers (did anyone expect anything else?)

Prompt: I was looking at writing challenges and found this prompt in @deity-prompts November list: "A tattoo? A tattoo?!" Immediately made me think of B99 and our dear Captain's tattoo.

A/N: Interrupting my Bo obsession I thought I'd write some cute Jake fluff because I love this smol bean. Hope you'll enjoy! Also if you want to get tagged in my future fics let me know I guess? Also my Masterlist.

The stakeout was unusually boring. Jake and (Y/N) were assigned to a drug case and they were at the location of an alleged drop. These cases were usually pretty exciting, but not this time. She was pretty sure they were following a fake lead. The warehouse seemed abandoned, there was no one in sight all night. No movement. They were sitting in Jake’s old car, which she was quite fond of, but would never admit it to him. The night was beautiful, warm summer air peeking through the windows. She was snapped out of her thoughts by a loud crunching sound which made her shoot a mean look towards her partner.

'What?' He asked, freezing in his movement. 'I'm bored, and boredom makes me snacky!' He barely managed to say the last word as his mouth was already full with said snacks. She just rolled her eyes and leaned back in the car seat, looking at the building, a faint smile on her lips.

She couldn't help but notice the way Jake made her feel. She knew it was silly, at first, she thought it was something of a school girl crush that would go away with time. Only it didn't, and it actually grew stronger each day. Her heart fluttered when she saw him every morning, looking at her with a smile brighter than a thousand suns, showing the small dimples in his cheek. Every time they had lunch together, sat next to each other at the morning briefings, or just met in the evidence locker for a brief moment, her heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t help but smile every time she was with him.

They were good friends, their personalities completed each other, Jake's childish demeanor and her more drawn back, cool temper. He always made her laugh and made her feel at ease, enough to goof around and laugh uncontrollably with him. That's what made her fall for him, and oh she fell hard. She didn't want to do anything about it, she didn't want to risk their friendship and her career. So, she just stayed silent and continued with her bittersweet suffering every time they were assigned to a case together.

'I have a challenge for you.' He said, a smirk on his lips as he handed the snack bag to you.

'Do I want to be challenged?' She replied with a question, raising an eyebrow at him, which made him chuckle.

'I challenge you to throw ten M&M's into my mouth!' She laughed, rolling her eyes as she changed her position in the car seat to face him.

'Ten in a row or in total?' She asked to clarify the rules.

'Ten out of fifteen? That sounds fair.' He said and she nodded.

'You got to help me too! Otherwise, it’s cheating!' Now it was his time to nod, and he opened his mouth, making her laugh. What a dork. She aimed at his mouth and effortlessly landed the M&M in it. He laughed and ate the candy. Sometimes she aimed away from his mouth on purpose, throwing the sweet on his head which made him flinch, looking at her with a fake offended look on his face.

'This was way too easy, Peralta.' She said, leaning back in her seat again, looking out the window. Nothing moved. This was a waste of time, she thought. She felt Jake's eyes on her, and the feeling made her heart pick up its pace, pounding fast in her chest. She couldn't help but let her thoughts wander, pictures of Jake closing the gap between them, his lips tracing her skin slowly, hands traveling on her body, slowly lifting up her shirt. Leaving sloppy kisses down her neck, nipping on her skin. She snapped out of her thoughts with a sharp breath, unconsciously pressing her thighs together. Her ears started to burn as she scolded herself in her mind. You are a professional, get yourself together, (Y/N). You are at work. He is your coworker. Stop it.

Jake let out a loud groan, throwing his hand back onto the seat.

'I'm bored!' He said in a whiny voice, extending the word to put emphasis on it.

'Do you want to sleep? I can handle all this action alone as well.' She asked, looking over at him. Him being in this position she could see his neck under the collar of his jacket, his jaw clenching and relaxing from time to time. Quit it! She thought to herself, forcing her eyes to look somewhere else.

'Nah.' He answered, looking over to her. 'I want to play something!' He grinned, and she did too.

'I'm listening.' She said, reaching for some leftover snacks.

'How about-' He started, cutting himself off to make it look like he's thinking. They both know he already knew what he wanted to play. 'We tell stuff to each other that we never told anyone?' He finished his sentence, and her insides tensed up. It was unintentional, but the first thing she could think of was her being in love with Jake. She didn't even tell her best friend from the squad. No one really. She didn't even admit it to herself until recently.

'Okay.' It was her turn to extend the word. 'And I assume you want me to start?' She asked suspiciously.

'I can start if you want.' He offered to her surprise.

'Go ahead then, tell me something you never told anyone.' She replied, heart pounding in her chest. She felt like such a teenager. She couldn't remember feeling like this for anyone ever.

'Okay so-' He started, pressing his lips together to stop himself from laughing. 'Captain Holt has a tattoo.' Her eyes widened, a surprised laugh bursting from her lips.

'You can't expect me to believe that!' She whispered but shouted at the same time, shaking her head in disbelief. The idea of their captain having a tattoo somewhere was the most fascinating idea she ever heard. 'A tattoo? A tattoo?!'

'I swear! He told me!' He answered while laughing, hand on his heart, the other in the air. 'I would never lie to you about something with this importance.' She nodded, trying to calm herself down from the laughter.

'What is it? And where? Wait-' She cut herself off, raising a finger. 'Do I even want to know where?' This resulted in a snort from Jake, as he put his hand on the steering wheel, gripping it. She found it odd, the movement seemed a bit too serious for the topic on hand. Did she say something wrong? She knew Jake admired Holt and she wondered if she went too far. A second of silence had passed before he turned to her.

'I'll tell you in exchange for something.' He said in a low voice, eyes piercing through hers, as her heart fluttered and dropped to her stomach. 'I'll tell you if you kiss me.' He finally continued, a smirk spreading across his lips, hand still on the wheel. Her mind blanked out for a second, an eerie pitch ringing in her ears. Did she hear that right? Is this reality? Her chest felt like it was about to burst, and she felt as if a thousand butterflies were set free in her stomach.

'Are you serious?' Was all she managed to say, voice barely above a whisper, still lost in her thoughts. He can't be.

'Dead.' He replied, turning towards her and letting go of the steering wheel, reaching out to her, placing his hand at the back of her neck, pulling her close. He stopped before their faces touched. She felt his sweet breath on her lips, his aftershave and the smell of his jacket mixed together and it was so Jake. He waited for her to close the gap, giving the permission for the kiss. His gaze was darting between her eyes and lips, as his heart was pounding just as fast as hers.

She closed her eyes and pushed her lips onto his, and it was as if all the universe ceased to exist except the two of them. His grip on her neck tightened a bit as he pulled her closer to himself, deepening the kiss. His soft lips caressed hers, and after a second the innocent kiss turned into a different one, he opened his mouth against hers, tongues pressing against one another. It was desperate, needy and scared. She knew this would change everything between them, but at that second, she didn't care. If this was the only moment they got, she wanted to embrace it fully. Her arms came up to wrap around his neck as he put his other hand on her waist. He lightly bit on her lips as his hand traveled up her back under her shirt, making a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't help but moaned under his touch which made him grin into the kiss. After a few seconds, he pulled away, looking into her eyes, still smiling.

Reality started to register in her brain, and this time her fast heartbeat was not a sign of the sweet excitement she felt towards Jake. It was fear, panic. Her eyes darted away from his, looking down into her lap, thoughts racing. What the hell was that? Did that really happen? Her breathing became erratic and he noticed, putting a hand on hers, worried look on his face.

'(Y/N).' He called out to her, but to no avail. '(Y/N) please, I'm sorry.' He continued, caressing her palm slowly with one hand, making her face him with the other. His touch was gentle, and only after feeling his palm on her wet cheek did she realize that tears were slowly running from her face. Her eyes looked into his, worry and regret making his eyes twinkle. There was no trace of the childish, smug Jake.

'I shouldn't have, I'm sorry. I thought that you, that we-' He rambled, breaking eye contact and looking everywhere but her.

'I love you, Jake.' She breathed out, looking at him. He let out a small gasp as he looked at her. This time he didn't hesitate, he put both his hands on her face, cupping her chin as he pressed another kiss on her lips. She returned it quickly, tugging on his jacket to pull him closer. This time they both smiled into the kiss as their lips and tongues danced in perfect rhythm, relief washing over both of them.

'I love you too, (Y/N).' He whispered, pressing another kiss on her lips. 'I loved you for what feels like forever now. I just never wanted to say anything because you are always so professional and grown up and cool and-' He started to ramble again, and it was her turn to silence him with a kiss, which made him smile again. This was probably her new favorite thing, the taste of his smile on her lips.

'Will you tell me about the tattoo now?' She asked, a grin spread across her face as she looked at him. He let out a nervous laugh and looked away then back at her.

'Actually, I have no idea where it is or what it is. I just wanted to kiss you.' He said, a shy expression on his face as he looked down at his hands. She snorted, shaking her head a bit.

'I should've called your bluff.' She answered, gently caressing his cheek, touching his small dimples.

'I'm glad you didn't.' He said, pressing another short kiss on her lips.

'Me too.'

[mellometal]

Hiyo!

For everyone new here, welcome! Glad to have you here. Hope you enjoy your stay!

For everyone who's been here for a while, Y'ALL ALREADY KNOW WHAT'S ABOUT TO GO DOWN.

Yep, this is part two of why I hate Glee so much.

Let's get it. (If there's anything I forgot to mention, go ahead and add them on in the comments or reblogs.)

Obligatory TW: This contains subject matter that may be triggering for some audiences. The following post contains homophobia, biphobia, ableism, underage drinking, faking a pregnancy to manipulate a partner into staying with them, teachers being creepy towards students, mentioned past child m0l3stati0n and invalidation of the victim's trauma, statutory r@pe (between teachers and students), pr3datory behavior....you get the picture.

If anything mentioned above is triggering for you in any way, again, feel free to scroll past this and consume media that's safe for you.

Gentle reminder: This is all my opinion. This is my take on specific moments in the show, plus evidence to back everything up. Not asking for anyone to agree with me or anything.

***If you like the show, good for you. I couldn't care less. As long as you're not out hurting people, I don't care. Live your life.***

Sit back, relax, grab some snacks and drinks, and let's get to this thing.

How about I talk about Artie for a few minutes? He's a character I have a ton of issues with. Not because he as a character is disabled. That has nothing to do with why I have issues with Artie. The issues there have to do with his actor, who I'll get to in a minute. It's because everything Artie says that's considered problematic is excused and/or ignored simply because of his disability. They only focus on the fact that Artie requires a wheelchair to get around and nothing else. Honestly, it feels like they pity him and praise him just for being in a wheelchair. While he has had some rough times in the show, it doesn't change that he's no better than anyone and he's just as bad.

There are physically disabled actors who play roles of physically disabled characters and they never make it about how they require a wheelchair, a walker, or any other equipment to get around. An example of a physically disabled actor off the top of my head would be Michael Patrick Thornton. He plays Dr. Gabriel Fife on a show called Private Practice, which nobody mentions the chair and his character is a lot more than his disability.

Kevin McHale, Artie's actor, is an able-bodied actor who was cast as a physically disabled character who requires a wheelchair to get around. The way that Glee portrayed disabled characters in general was inaccurate, extremely unrealistic (i.e., Artie joining the football team and then being told that his wheelchair would be a safety risk....like, don't you have sports made for disabled people at that school? Because disabled sports teams do exist.), the storylines with Artie made no sense (i.e., his whole backstory, how he was the lead dancer in one episode and was never mentioned again), and it was offensive. There is a term for this that I didn't even know, and it's called "cr1pface". Basically, that's when able-bodied actors are cast as physically disabled characters. This is a reoccurring theme in live-action media and it's gross.

Glee could cast a Down's Syndrome girl JUST FINE. That's great. Love that. YET THEY COULDN'T BOTHER TO CAST A PHYSICALLY DISABLED ACTOR FOR THE ROLE OF A PHYSICALLY DISABLED CHARACTER. SPECIFICALLY A YOUNG PHYSICALLY DISABLED ACTOR. Because I very rarely see them in live-action media, if at all.

There are more physically disabled characters in cartoons than in live-action media. At least younger physically disabled characters. My point about how younger physically disabled characters need more representation in live-action media still stands. Just in GENERAL, y'all.

Artie isn't all innocent. Here are some screenshots of him sex-shaming Mary Sue and Blaine (a.k.a., Diet Br3nd0n Ur!3) for them not being close in their rendition of West Side Story:

Hey, ummm....news flash, this isn't what directors would actually require their actors to do, let alone request them to do. Unless a director is putting together an on-stage production that has anything to do with sex, they wouldn't do this. (I'm mainly talking about stage productions here, not movie productions. Movie productions are a little different in that aspect.) Also....why would a director who's supposed to be Mary Sue's and Diet Br3nd0n Ur!3's friend ASK FOR THIS? YOUR PLAY WILL NOT SUFFER IF THERE'S NO SEX WHATSOEVER. YOUR PLAY WILL BE FINE.

(I mean it this time. This is your last chance to scroll past this post, click off, whatever you gotta do. This next scene contains mentioned child m0l3stati0n and invalidation of the victim's trauma.)

I want to bring your attention to this scene:

This is the nail in the coffin for me to lose any respect I had for Artie left...which I didn't have much of, to begin with.

Ryder confides in the Glee Club about he was m0l3st3d by an older woman as a child. The older woman was HIS BABYSITTER. A person who was being paid to watch over him by his parents. An eleven year old child...just children in general CANNOT CONSENT to s3x.

(By the way, pedos, this is your daily, unfriendly reminder that your attraction to children is disgusting. Pedo apologists, the fact that you justify pedos being attracted to children is also disgusting. Get professional help. NOTHING can justify grown adults being romantically and/or sexually attracted to children. Stay the fuck away from kids. Pedos and pedo apologists will NEVER be welcome here.)

He didn't ask to be m0l3st3d as an eleven year old boy by a babysitter. When it's an eleven year old girl who gets m0l3st3d by her babysitter who just so happens to be an older man, people are more sympathetic towards the girl and condemn the man. Rightfully so. On the contrary, if it's an eleven year old boy who gets m0l3st3d by his babysitter who happens to be an older woman (like Ryder), people congratulate the boy, tell him he's "lucky", and they don't take what he went through seriously. Why? Because men are expected to ALWAYS want to have s3x, women are pretty much always assumed to be asexual and s3x-repulsed....you get my point. Men don't always want to have s3x. Women actually have s3x drives! SHOCKER.

Artie's response to Ryder telling him that he was literally m0l3st3d AS A FUCKING CHILD makes me SO angry, and I'm about to tell you WHY. They play it off as Artie being naïve and not knowing any better...ALL BECAUSE HE'S PHYSICALLY DISABLED. THEY TREAT IT AS IF HE'S MENTALLY DISABLED TOO, WHICH I CAN'T RECALL IF THEY HAVE EVER DISCUSSED THIS ANYWHERE IN THE SHOW. Seriously? Can you stop pitying and infantilizing disabled people who use wheelchairs to get around all because they use a fucking wheelchair? Naïveté is one thing (this is ONLY IF Artie GENUINELY DIDN'T KNOW anything about m0l3stati0n), but you know, they could've used this moment to teach him about m0l3stati0n and how it fucking affects people. Someone could have CALLED ARTIE OUT because he said something extremely fucked up DIRECTLY TO A VICTIM OF CHILD M0L3STATI0N! But nooooo! Apparently boys can't be victims of m0l3stati0n, according to the dumbasses plaguing the fucking planet, so I guess fuck the THOUSANDS of Boy Scouts who were m0l3st3d by their scout masters since 1944, right? /s

ENOUGH SAID. Let's move on.

The second character in this part I really wanted to get to is Mr. William Schuester, or Mr. Schue for short. Good GOD, this teacher...if I can even call him one at this point, is a terrible person and creepy as all hell. I will call Mr. Schue "Mr. Pr3dat0r" because he's a disgusting waste of splooge who should be in jail.

We can talk about how Mr. Pr3dat0r doesn't have any friends his own age (except for his fiancée, who faked a pregnancy to get him to stay with her), he was literally in the boys' locker room spying on Gary Stu (Finn) WHILE HE WAS IN THE FUCKING SHOWER because he was singing, blackmailed Gary Stu into joining the Glee Club™️ by planting drugs, he has put on racist costumes on quite a few occasions in the show, encouraged his students to twerk to the song "Blurred Lines", and got off on two of his students shaking their asses to the song "River Deep, Mountain High". He's fucking gross. I'll put down the screenshots as evidence so you can see what I'm talking about.

Mr. Pr3dat0r shouldn't be a teacher. I don't think I need to elaborate more. These pictures say enough.

[eryiss]

Ship: Freed x Laxus

Rating: Teen

Prompt: Two Bros Chilling in A Hot Tub/Lightning Struck

Summary: Freed knew he had a lot to learn about being a professional wizard, and when he was paired up with Laxus for a mission he expected to learn a lot. He didn't expect to spend a day with him in a hot tub, and he certainly didn't expect to get an entirely unrelated education about life and about love.

Notes: Hello everyone, happy Fraxus Week. For the two bonus days, I've murged the prmopts together to make a two-shot. The second chapter will be uploaded on July the 22nd. I hope you all enjoy it, and head over to @fuckyeahfraxus to see all the other content for the event.

Links: Chapter Two ||| Event Masterlist ||| Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction

Chapter One

Year: X782

Location: Magnolia, Fiore

Professional Wizardry was still new to Freed. He hadn't wandered into the profession without the expectation that he'd be forced to do things that previously would have been unthinkable, or that his life wouldn't change entirely the moment he had joined a guild, but he felt like he was learning a new aspect to his profession every day. His expectations of the job and the reality of the job was almost entirely different, and Freed found himself enjoying the challenge.

He'd thought he'd be on missions near constantly. He'd go to some place in Fiore, use his magic to fight off a monster or dark wizard, and get paid for it. He hadn't expected there to be a community attached to it, that they'd be such a rigid tier system of missions, and how missions could be anything from finding a lost item, to being on a team attempting to disband a cult. There was so much more, and it was all fascinating.

After his eighteenth birthday three months prior, the jobs that he was allowed to accept had greatly opened up. They were more difficult, presented him with a greater threat to his life, and he was relishing the challenge. He could have gone on those missions earlier, but he much preferred working alone. While he was accepting that being in Fairy Tail meant there was a certain level of comradery with fellow guildmates, and that with that comradery there also came obligations, he didn't see the point in splitting his finances with others while he was powerful enough to perform these missions on his own and take home all the money himself.

The exception to this was Laxus Dreyar.

Master Makarov had approached Freed on his birthday with a proposition. He was worried for his grandson, wanted someone to look after him, and wondered if Freed would mind occasionally attending missions with him. He claimed that, while officially the money would be split between them, Makarov himself would make up the difference for Freed so that he would be paid in full. Freed had agreed, and that had been that.

Up until that afternoon, Freed had not gone on any missions with Laxus. They'd hardly spoken, even with Makarov's assurances that they'd get along. Freed would only be on certain missions and that afternoon's mission was apparently one of them. Makarov told Laxus Freed needed training in more advanced missions, and that he should be the one to do it. Laxus hadn't argued.

Somehow, while attending to a supposedly A-Class mission, they found themselves in Magnolia's hot spring and spa resort.

It was surveillance, so the mission stated. The Rune Army themselves had place the job, stating that they believed that members of a potential dark guild were using the site to host meetings and plan attacks. The resort had been trying to get rid of the suspects but couldn't do so without putting their staff in danger, and having an army presence suddenly appearing would tip the dark guild off and give them time to hide all evidence. The Rune Army wanted mages from Magnolia who could plausibly be in the spa for leisure time, but could also defend themselves from attack, to watch them for suspicious activity. Freed had a feeling that Laxus had taken the job to have a day relaxing in a spa, rather than because he felt the Rune Army needed the help.

None of this would have been a problem for Freed – he'd long since accepted that what constituted a job was a wide array of things – if it weren't for the elephant in the room. Or to be more precise, the Adonis wearing nothing but swimming trunks in the room.

Freed was a professional, but he was also eighteen years old and in the presence of an undeniably handsome man. Nobody, no matter their opinions on Laxus, would state that he was anything but sexy. Tall, blonde, square jawed, barrel chested with a scar over his eye and a tattoo over his pecs. His abs looked to be cut from steel and his legs comparable to tree trunks and, well, Freed was only human. Laxus was distracting.

"So," Laxus suddenly spoke as he slung a towel over his shoulder. "I don't exactly know what Gramps wants you to learn from this, but I'll try and teach ya some shit. Surveillance rule number one: fit in with yer surroundings. You seem pretty good at that."

It was only a moment, but Laxus' assessing gaze over Freed's body was exhilarating. But unprofessional.

Laxus didn't seem to notice, and instead started to walk out of the locker room they'd both changed in, and towards the area where they were meant to be watching. Freed followed, making sure to look straight ahead, rather than give into temptation to check out the man's back and his ass, and it wasn't a difficult task. While Freed had no qualms admitting his attraction to the blonde, he knew where his focus needed to be put. The mission was important, not his hormonal desire for his guildmate.

"That's the door we need to watch," Laxus said as he tilted his head to the door. Freed knew that of course, but Laxus was speaking again before he could say anything. "Pretty open room, lots of vantage points. Where should we go?"

Ah, it was a test then. Good, a worthy distraction and hopefully it would nip any ideas that Freed was in some way Laxus' inferior in the bud. Freed looked around the room quickly, glanced towards the door that they needed to keep in their sights, and quickly made a plan of how the rest of the day would go. Strategy was his strong suit.

"The hot tub," He said firmly. "At least for now."

"Why only for now?" Laxus asked. There was no condensation in his tone, he was simply asking for Freed's reasoning.

"Staying in the same place throughout the afternoon would be suspicious. We know who the suspects are, but that doesn't mean they're the only people involved, so we need to look like regular customers constantly," Freed explained, speaking quietly as they walked further into the room. "As we've only just got here, it makes sense for us to use a facility instantly. Going to sit by the pool or at the juice bar would be odd, at least for now. The massage tables and spa treatments are too distracting, but the hot tub allows us to sit and watch without anyone questioning it. It'll give us the lay of the land without drawing any attention on us."

"And we both have to do it?" Laxus probed. "Wouldn't it make more sense to split up and cover more ground.

"Later," Freed dismissed. "We came in together; we'll need to do things at the same time at least once in a while. As I said, the treatments are distracting and as such we should do them one at a time rather than simultaneously. If we spend the whole day apart after we've arrived together, it'll raise suspicion. The hot tub is a good vantage point, and so a good way to be seen together while not losing an advantage."

Laxus thought for a moment, before nodding, clasping Freed on the bare shoulder, and giving him the smallest of grins. "Yer good at this."

"Of course I am," Freed retorted, and that seemed to make Laxus grin wider.

They walked towards the hot tub, which was at the back wall, attached to the main pool. As it was a Tuesday afternoon, only a few people were loitering around the resort and the hot tub was empty. Freed placed his towel on the handle provided and walked into the hot tub, soaking his entire body sans his head in the hot, bubbling water. His muscles relaxed instantly, and he felt himself slinking down ever so slightly.

"You ain't here to relax," Laxus said in a voice almost teasing as he climbed the stairs into the tub. "Eyes on the mission, remember."

Freed went to point out that, given Laxus was looking at him rather than at the door, he was just as distracted. But Laxus chose that moment to sit down, submerging his chest in water and spreading his arms wide. His left hand was close to Freed's shoulder, and Freed felt that it was an act of great resilience that he didn't give into base urges and watch Laxus as he adjusted to his relaxed, wet – very very wet – state.

"I will if you will," Freed eventually said back, looking towards the door. He missed how Laxus' gaze lingered on his body just a little too long.

They fell into silence, and Freed made a genuine effort to keep his gaze away from the man who shared the hot tub with him. He truly hadn't thought this through. He hadn't realised that, as good as Laxus looked from afar, he looked better up-close. Maybe he should have denied the request to join the mission. And maybe he should have worn a looser swimsuit…

"So," Laxus said after a while, looking up at the ceiling for a moment to crack his neck. "How much is the old man paying you to spy on me?"

Freed halted, and removed his eyes from the door and looked towards Laxus. His face only, of course. "Excuse me."

"Rule two, you gotta trust the guys you're working with. So don't bullshit yer team members," Laxus said with a little grin. "Answer the question."

"For every mission that I do with you, he'll cover all the money you take from it, so I'm fully paid," Freed explained. He saw no point in lying.

"Guess we're gonna be doing some well-paying missions together then, if we wanna bleed the old bastard dry," Laxus smirked, and it was an oddly alluring look on the man. Freed looked away from it, and towards the door again. "You gonna tell him that I'm onto him?"

"I'd rather keep the deal up, I can get good money doing this," Freed shrugged, and he saw Laxus grinning a little from the corner of his eye. He tried not to pay attention to the expression, and instead focused on a man who could fit the description of a suspect. The man walked past the door, but that didn't mean he wasn't who they were looking for. "Why did you agree to this if you knew your grandfather wants reports on you?"

"Because it's gonna happen anyway, might as well accept it," Laxus shrugged. "I knew he was gonna get someone to do it, kinda glad that it's you."

"Why?"

"Because yer interesting," Laxus said, looking up at the ceiling again and closing his eyes as he lowered himself deeper into the water. Freed's gaze flickered low on the man's abs for a moment before looking to the door again. "We get a hell of a lot of mages joining Fairy Tail. Lots of people who think they're tough shit and wanna become the next powerhouse. Yer the only person I think whose got a chance of actually doing it."

The compliment was flattering. Laxus had something of a reputation for being generally rude and selfish, and either they were exaggerated or Laxus was making an exception. Freed felt it was a combination of both, but he accepted the compliment without complaint.

"You know my magic?" He asked.

"I've been keeping tabs on you since you came here, yer interesting," Laxus nodded, wading a hand through the water absently and sending ripples through the bubbles. "People give the darker magics a lot of shit. They're idiots. You can kick ass, and you're not bad to be around. Pretty much the opposite of a Fairy Tail mage right now."

"Does that opinion extend to you?"

"What d'you think?" Laxus asked with a cocky expression that Freed found himself enjoying.

"I wouldn't be here if I thought you weak."

"Good."

They fell into a silence, with the bubbling water warming Freed and making his muscles loose and relaxed. He kept a steady gaze on the door, making sure to avert his eyes when someone walked into the room, so his staring wasn't too obvious. It was a worthy distraction, and one well needed now that Laxus had apparently been watching him for all of eight months. That, combined with the fact that Laxus was wearing swimming trunks and was less than five feet away, could all become rather an issue if Freed didn't focus on anything else.

"Okay, your turn to relax now," Laxus said, cutting through Freed's thoughts. His voice was a little more relaxed. "You can't stay lookin' at the door all day. You'll get a crick in the neck."

"I'll be fine," Freed dismissed.

"Doesn't matter," Laxus stated, shifting slightly to get closer to Freed. It was to get a better view of the door, but the body heat that rivalled the warmth of the water was a noticeable feeling and Freed tensed. "Rule Three: lean on yer teammates. Sometimes you'll need to slack off, that ain't something to fight against. So long as someone in the team is on full alert it isn't too bad a problem. So sit back, close yer eyes, and let me take over for a while."

Freed was hesitant, but Laxus was clearly taking over keeping his gaze on the door, and Freed eventually found himself sliding down to further cover his body in water, and closed his eyes as relaxation flowed through him.

When his mind began to slip, Freed found himself thinking that Laxus was actually rather helpful. Freed wasn't quite so arrogant to think he knew everything about wizarding work, and an S-Class mage would have things to teach. Laxus especially would be useful to learn from, given their apparently similarities in working styles. Freed would need to learn how to work in a team, even if it wasn't fond of the idea, and Laxus might know how to offer actual advice rather than pointless mantras like 'your team should be your family' and other nonsense he'd heard from Fairy Tail. Without lying about why he was there, his team-ups with Laxus might be mutually beneficial.

Perhaps relaxing wasn't too bad an idea, either. Freed's mind had been somewhat consumed by his work. Finding a place to live as a seventeen-year-old had been difficult, and he'd put in a lot of effort in getting rent on time. But now he got better paying jobs, that urgency could fall away a little.

With a bit of effort, he tried to push the fact he was on a job to the back of his mind.

Once this whole thing was dealt with, maybe he would invest in a pass for the resort. In his preliminary research for the mission, he'd heard good things about the facilities, and even though he'd only been in the hot tub as of yet, he felt inclined to agree.

Though perhaps Laxus' company was partially to blame for his mood.

Fairy Tail had sometimes felt like a lonely place. Their focus on friendship, family and their revoltingly sentimental ideas about goodness were nice in principle, but when you were on the outside looking in it could get under your skin. Freed knew he was at fault for his lack of relationships with his guildmates, but perhaps Laxus might be a good starting point. Ironic, given that nearly everyone had told him Laxus was off-putting and rude.

The bubbles sent a pleasant chill over him, and Freed felt his tenseness ebbing away. When he got a pass for the resort, he'd have to explore the idea of a massage. He'd never thought it appealing, but perhaps he could be convinced.

There wouldn't be much convincing needed if Laxus were the one massaging him.

"Shit," Laxus hissed, and Freed's eyes whipped open. A rush of panic filled him that somehow he might have said that aloud, but the idea was ridiculous. He looked to Laxus to see worry flickering over him. "The suspect saw me looking, I think he went to get backup."

"Are you sure?" Freed asked, mind suddenly back on focus again.

"No, but we made eye contact. He's suspicious of me," Laxus was clenching his teeth, seemingly annoyed at himself. "We can't fuck it up, the Rune Army don't take shit like this lightly. We need a distraction or to get out."

"A distraction will be easier," Freed concluded. "Does he know for sure that we're looking out for him?"

"I wasn't being careful. I was watching him for about a full minute without being subtle. Pretty sure he knows it's not a passing glance."

"But that doesn't mean you know what he's doing, it just means you were looking at him," Freed mused aloud. "What if we throw him off the scent, give him another reason for why you were so focused on him."

"The hell would that be?" Laxus growled a little, and Freed scanned the room. They were the only two people in there now.

"Maybe you wanted him gone," Freed thought, plans forming in his head. Many of them he had to dismiss outright. "Perhaps if he sees something he wasn't meant to see, he'll think you were looking at him because you wanted him to leave."

"What the hell would I wanna do that I wouldn't want him seeing?" Laxus snapped, agitation rising. An idea came to Freed. It was good, it would get them out of the situation no doubt, but it might have a few repercussions in the future. Many arguments both for and against it flung through his mind, and his indecision must have been obvious, as Laxus continued talking a moment later. "Rule four, if a mission's going to shit and you think you can salvage it, you do it. So if you've got any ideas, I'd love to hear them."

Freed went to open his mouth to explain his idea, but he heard movement from across the room and glanced towards the door. It was opening, and two more suspects were walking through it, stone-faced and angry.

Before he could second guess himself, he launched himself onto Laxus and began to kiss him.

It was a sloppy, energetic, and passionate kiss. Laxus was frozen for a few moments, but Freed forced himself to push on in the hope that Laxus was trying to understand what was happening. Laxus quickly started to kiss back, and a hand ran down Freed's back, pulling him close. Freed began to mess his hands through Laxus' hair, heart pounding and a ringing in his ears cutting through his panic. He couldn't think of how bad an idea this was, about how there were probably hundreds of other ways to deal with this, because rumours stated that the dark mages were powerful, and he didn't want to get into a fight he could avoid.

Kissing wasn't enough for his plan. People kissed all the time. They needed to get… intimate. Freed began to run his hands over Laxus' torso – damn was he strong – and he felt large hands groping at his ass in return. He gasped into the kiss, and forced himself to remember that it was just for the mission.

The sound of a door closing snapped him back to reality, and he glanced to the side without breaking the kiss to see the suspects had left. He pulled himself off of Laxus, to find he'd been dragged so he was straddling the man's thigh at some point, and turned away with a blush, panting quietly.

"Good plan," Laxus said, voice also breathless. "Think it threw them off."

"Yes," Freed agreed. He couldn't look towards Laxus now. He simply couldn't. "I'm sorry for doing-"

"Don't, you did what you had to do," Laxus cut him off, voice somewhat stern, which wasn't helping the situation. "I would've done the same if I thought of it, and you fixed my fuck up. So no complaints."

"Okay," Freed didn't feel any better. He stood up and reached for his towel, still not looking at Laxus. "I think I should sit at the juice bar for a while, we've been together for long enough."

"Wait," Laxus began, shifting slightly but Freed was climbing from the hot tub before he could reach for him. "This ain't- you don't have to leave on my account."

"I'm not," Freed lied. Because of course he was. Laxus might be straight, he might not like Freed, and he might not appreciate being kissed like that at random. "If we spend all out time in the hot tub, it'll look odd. It was overdue, more so now they've seen us."

Laxus looked ready to argue, but sighed and nodded. Freed walked towards the juice bar, fighting the urge to touch his lips. Electricity danced over them.

Kissing Laxus… it felt like being struck by lightning.

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 10 "Thanksgiving"

Listen. I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but I don't think I can bone you right now.

My wanger is way stressed out.

I've killed for our love.

I just gave her a little push.

You and I can pick up right where we left off.

You can bring me home for Thanksgiving and introduce me to my future in-laws.

What did you do with the body?

I put it in the meat locker. It's where we've been putting all the dead bodies.

I need to see the body.

Look, we can have a three-way with the body.

I'll show you the body, but not so you can have sex with it.

I'll show it to you so that you and I will share a dangerous secret that will strengthen our relationship and bring us closer together.

I don't understand how this keeps happening!

Is this meat locker, like, a wormhole to an alternate universe or something?

She'll probably stop at nothing until she gets her revenge by murdering you.

No one wants to spend a room service Thanksgiving alone.

Are you going to talk at all?

You shouldn't be mad at me.

We're the sane ones.

Now, I know you've got other plans today, and for alibi's sake we need to protect your cover, but I am not letting you leave on an empty stomach.

Is that what quail is? I thought they were bigger.

You know what I was picturing? Pheasant.

Time to slice off those breasts.

I feel like this holiday is all about family, and, well, as you know, I gave up on my real family a long time ago.

I mean, at this point, the closest thing I have to family is. . . you.

I understand that Thanksgiving is supposed to be about family and being together and thanking God that we were born rich in America and not in Uganda or Venezuela or any of those other African countries.

You're late. The game's just about to start.

What do you think would happen if those instructions were incorrect?

This family's fortune is built on being right on time.

There's nothing better than sitting together as a family, watching the game. Laughing, smiling, just enjoying the warmth of each other's company. That's what it's all about today. Togetherness.

I hate defrosted food.

Why is it called Italian Style Chicken Cacciatore? All chicken cacciatore is Italian style.

This is not what Thanksgiving is supposed to be.

A bunch of my sort-of friends have been killed and no one has asked me about it.

Oh. And I'm starting a new family tradition. It involves me never coming to any family occasions ever again.

Would you stop with the screaming?

It's more like a stay of execution until no one is looking.

I've never cooked before, but that should be fine, since I usually just pretend to eat.

Well, I can cook and eat for the both of us.

So we've decided to have an orphans Thanksgiving all together.

I mean, I guess you could come over here if you wanted.

And this year I'm so thankful for the lax indecency laws in Eastern Europe that inundate our Internet with millions of hours of hard-core porn.

You know, ever since I was a little boy, I knew what God wanted me to do and that was make money off the backs of creative people.

I am so thankful that he, for whatever reason, has not murdered me yet.

You have such a vast future ahead of you.

You'll meet so many new and different women. So many wonderful women to go out with and break up with and move on from.

You should be thankful that this table is too long for me to reach across and strangle you, bitch!

What are you doing here? How are you alive?

When I woke up and regained consciousness, I felt better than ever.

The only thing you're carrying is water weight, you bloated little tramp.

I have a little game to play that's gonna make the time fly right by.

No, I've never killed anyone as far as I know.

Okay, there is no evidence at all that mass murder is genetic.

I would say that is more than a little suspicious.

I have bathroom shame issues. I always wait until everyone is asleep and then I sneak down to poop in the little powder room downstairs.

I mean, don't we all agree that those babies are the killers?

That seems like an unnecessarily complicated cover story.

I think we have plenty here to go to the police.

What, are you drunk?

You know, the one time I call you for a little advice, you're hammered.

I suppose we should discuss the matter of payment.

I'm asking you to name your price.

Are you propositioning me?

No, I'm asking how much money it'll take to make you go away.

My family is super-gross rich.

That outfit screams desperation.

I am, however, willing to write you a check for $50,000 if you will leave now and never come back.

It's a lot of money for a family like yours.

What is the best part about Thanksgiving?

Tastes like Henry VIII just barfed in my mouth.

Well, I don't want to sound like a dick here, but have you ever considered maybe you should leave?

I brought some of my famous eight-meat stuffing. It's beef, venison, alligator, buffalo, rabbit, goat, rattlesnake and Spam. I cut all of the meats super thin, so that you're guaranteed every meat in every bite.

I thought you said you were leaving forever or something like that?

Have you ever even cracked open a book?

You did say just the other day that the only way to live is to play the long game.

I really hope you can come up with something better than that.

I can prove that you're the only person in this room we know for a fact is a murderer.

I saw you in the coffee shop the other day, reading one of your old Playgirl magazines.

Okay, look, there's just some stuff that doesn't add up.

Look, I've gone through all the suspects in my mind, and I can explain away all my suspicions for everyone except you.

Can we just talk this out, so you can help me see that I'm wrong?

I mean, it would fit in with your whole hard worker, let's find out the truth, never take no for an answer, awful personality.

Anything to redeem your beloved dead mother.

I can't rest when the killer's still out there, so I stayed behind to do some more research.

You're skinny and pretty, so that's a plus, but it's highly competitive, so you'd better be rich, too.

You know how at the beginning of the year, I was always secretly following you so I could just keep an eye on you, make sure you were safe?

I heard you talking to someone, but I couldn't hear what it was about.

Thank you for letting me talk about this, talk this out, and hear your side of the story.

Um, homely, ugly.

Gold digger! Not welcome.

No, no, too chunky to wear that outfit.

I'm fairly certain this board game's been tampered with.

And while my motivations were airtight and my conscience clear, still, I'm sorry.

I mean, no one deserves to be spoken to like that, particularly not by what is, without a doubt, the most awful family in America.

I've honestly seen more tasteful decor at a Sizzler.

And you, sir, give the kind, hard-working, deeply moral people who work in such a wonderful industry as Hollywood a bad name.

I am walking out that door and never speaking to you again.

How could such a stud evolve from a boy who was so clearly a douche?

Oh, please, look, I-I was so bombed at that party. I mean, I remember I puked while I was making out with some girl, but there is no way that I could've found my way back down there 20 minutes later, let alone 20 years.

This is really embarrassing, um, but I started the paleo diet, because I'm back on the dating scene now, and I-I wanted to lose some weight.

I never saw a body down there.

I-I was a bit of a man slut back in the day, and it was the '90s, so nobody wore condoms.

I'm obligated to take it to the police.

What are you gonna do with the money?

didn't take the money, idiot.

Okay, first of all, I experienced extreme emotional trauma this evening, and second, I'm the one delegating tasks, thank you very much.

I couldn't find any matches.

I was sharpening this knife.

You haven't eaten yet, have you? I knew it!

You've come back. You've chosen me over your awful family.

First of all, my family is awesome. How dare you?

So, without further ado, dinner is served.

[artsyxloner]

Not Just a Monster

Warning: blood, violence

9: Rescue Mission

It's been half a day and I haven't heard Eun-yoo say anything about me. I see her walking with that one man I saw earlier. He had blood on his face I guess he had beaten up that one creep.

He was now in the Quarantine room with Hyun-Su which I didn't know why but it made me feel Anxious for him. I didn't trust that guy well that what my gut kept telling me not to.

So I made sure not to get too close to him. I didn't care to know his name. Passing their room I saw Eun-hyuk standing in front of the door.

I wonder what he was doing there? Then Eun-yoo words replayed in my head. " you know making you guys do dangerous stuff for other people." Eun-hyuk wasn't going to ask Hyun-soo to do something dangerous, was he?

I was going to quickly pass him but he stopped me, I Scrunched my face up letting out the shit word. Turning around I fake smiled. " can I talk to you for a minute Soo-Nico?"

Not having a choice I nodded, " you have been out there right Or was that just a lie?" He questioned me. There was no need to lie so being the goodish person I am I told him I've been out there.

" yes, I'm still having nightmares from what I've seen out there." It was true, very Horrid Images stuck in my head of things I want to take back. But I wonder where he was going with this I had a good guess though.

" where is this leading to?" I had cut to the chase. Eun-Hyuk kept a straight face like always. " it'll be dangerous but like you said you've been out there so you must know how to handle those things right?"

Yep, I was right, " yes, but I almost had a couple of death Experiences facing them." Who's to say I won't get lucky again if I get into the golden hour. " I'm sure that was scary for you but you and Hyun-soo are the best we got to face them."

What did he want me and Hyun-Su to do? " I'll tell you you're Mission once I get him in here." That's when he opened the door and called Hyun-Su out just Hyun-soo. I could hear Suk-Hyun fussing about not getting out. Hyun-Su walked out through the door and his gaze landed on me but I didn't have the happiest on at the moment he must have thought it was directed towards him because his gaze Shifted elsewhere.

But it wasn't, I didn't realize I still had it on after Eun-hyuk and our conversation. He motioned for us to follow him with the wave of his hand. It was true what Eun-yoo said.

" the Front gate must be barricaded at all times. And we also need more wooden planks and chains Blocking the stairs. Monsters could get through at any moment same goes to the room back there." He finished implying the quarantine room.

I felt my chest swell up, so there making him do dangerous stuff but still going to lock him up and barricade the door? That's unfair.

I could tell Hyun-Su had a knowing look on his face like he just been stabbed through the heart. He knew he was going to use him.

I had to bit back my Tongue before I could say anything to get myself thrown out of this place. " Why do you think I took your side earlier? I'll be straightforward with you. You will be taking on all of the dangerous work from now on."

I can't believe this crap?" if you don't want to I can't help you" Eun-hyuk crossed his arms being Serious. Hyun-Su spoke up. " what do you mean?"

" The guy in room 1408,"

Hyun-Su's eyes went wide with Recognition. I guess I knew the guy, " can you bring him here?" Hyun-Su could say anything I nodded, " sure but what's so special about him?" I asked wanting to know before we go and risk our lives.

" he makes Weapons, my electrically charged spear he made it," Hyun-Su explained so that where he got it from.

Eun-hyuk had left for something I don't know of but I went back to go get my machete as Hyun-Su followed. We had to stop by his room so he could get his bag.

As he was in there getting it, something came over me like I needed to protect him. Because I didn't want people to use him for what he was and risk himself for something they should've been doing.

With thinking it through he didn't need to get hurt by Eun-Hyuk's selfish Decision making. I slammed the door shut so he knew what I was doing and locked it.

While I did Hyun-Su quickly turned around and ran towards the window. His eyes were the Widest I've ever seen. " what are you doing?" I could hear him through the glass, panic was Evident in his voice.

" You're staying here while I go get the guy!" I demanded, not like he had a choice because he was stuck in there. He banned on the window with his hands for me to let him out but I couldn't.

Was I going to risk my own life for someone I don't know to keep someone else's safe? It was stupid of me but it seems like the right thing to do.

" Bye," I smiled at him, just in case this was our last meet. But I made sure that I have to survive so even though I've been through hell and back might as well go again.

I ran off hearing Hyun-Su yelling at me to come back because. Going to the stairs that were Barricaded the guy with the burn scar was there and Seung-wan I found out his name was there Guarding it.

And also Eun-Hyuk seeing me his face frowned, knowing Hyun-Su wasn't with me. " Where's is Hyun-Su?" He questioned so I made up a lie telling why he didn't come with me.

" I Figured, I am better than two since there would have been three of us but that would slow us down if there were too many so I said I would just go and he stays," I explained, in one full breath.

He looked like he was regard to making a Decision but then nodded, " fine, guess that makes sense, but if you're not back in the next hour and a half I'm sending Hyun-Su up got it to Retrieve you."

I agreed even though it wasn't going to be necessary. With that, the scarface guy had opened the door already and I knew he wasn't Accompanying me to go get the guy it was for something else I don't know of.

Jumping over the Furniture, box Crates, and lockers I walked up the stairs with my machete in hand gripping it ready to take down anything that got in my way.

As we made our way Climbing each staircase for me to get to room 1408  managed to make small talk well tired would be the right word he seemed like the quiet type.

Passing a door I felt something like it was living in there never remembering I had this I stopped. Knowing what it was, a monster. This is new I thought, the man had stopped staring at me but I didn't know why.

" you going to go in there?" the man spoke up for the first time, I shook my head not going to start something I don't have to.

" no, I'm just going to leave it be let's go." I began to make my way up her he grabbed me by the back of my sweater pulling me to where I was before. " I think it's better if we clear it out just in case we run upon it." he let go, while I fixed my sweater back.

" But why start something when it isn't harming us?" I may have said this too soon because a Tentacle busted through the door grabbing the mad as it wrapped around his body dragging him into the room.

Hearing him let out a scream I raced in there trying to find out where it took him to. The place was on fire, this was all too familiar when I first caught the place was staying on fire.

Covering my mouth and while holding my Machete tight in my other hand I searched throughout the huge room, I began to cough, then I saw something struggling on the floor.

It was the man he was trying to fight the thing off him, just as I was about to run to the guy I was Forcefully knocked off my feet. I went flying through the air hitting something that shattered.

Not knowing what it was, it was glass no duh but I wasn't Concerned about myself I needed to help the man. Getting up I ran over to him, but he was yet dragged away again.

Running down a hallway there was the sound of something falling to the floor. Looks up there were two people an old man and a young girl that was holding a crossbow.

She had shot down the monster that had ahold of the man. He was laying on the ground unconscious, I hope he was still alive.

The girl with the crossbow Knelt and checked his pulse. " he's alive." She confirmed. I didn't know the guy but relief washed over me. " the monster left him alive?"

The older man questioned shocked, looking over we were right next to a closet and there was a whole bunch of dead people inside. Turning away the girl seemed to notice.

"What's going on?"

I didn't say anything it was pretty Obvious. Going over to him I grabbed his arm with the help of her we lifted him. Then kicking the tentacle-like arm out of our way. Walking to their apartment.

As we did the Sprinklers turned on getting rid of the fire and smoke. Their apartment wasn't that far but I was already getting tired of carrying this man.

What was he pure muscle?

Getting there door the man opened it letting us in. Setting him down, the girl left to dress his wounds. I had taken a seat on the floor I didn't realize but my face began to sting.

Bringing my hand to my face it felt wet, already knowing what it was I wiped it with the back of my sleeve I needed a new shirt.

" Why are you up here?" The man asked getting my attention. " oh, I'm getting a guy in room 1408, he makes weapons." I told the man just nodded and went to go read something from a book.

A few seconds later the girl came back, I could hear the unconscious man stir in his sleep. She went over to him. " here let me dress her wounds now." She was about to fix him up.

" I don't need that shit!" The man cursed and smacked her had away. " yes you do, your bleeding had stopped but you are still injured."

He just got up and walked away, I could hear her signing. " is it okay to let him go like that?" She turned to what to be her dad or grandpa.

" there's no need to worry about him, I bet he could take on I live tiger by himself." I laughed at his statement, Turing the girl looked at me.

" Hey, you look pretty hurt yourself." She began as I started to get up remembering my mission. " oh, that's okay, I'm alright but I'll fix myself later." I smiled.

But the man brought the crossbow up to my face. I backed up, " we're you scratched?" He questioned Putting his finger on the trigger.