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If you're not too terribly busy, the world could always use more Holsom fluff :)

Holsom fluff, my favorite! I combined this with a secondary request from @zombizombi for some ref!Holster, which I could not resist, because Holster+bitching speaks to my soul. Also, team dentist!Ransom, because it amused me. (Warning: mention of teeth.)

(Now also on AO3.)


Ransom landed in his seat barely five minutes before the game was supposed to start. Lardo, feet propped up against the glass, sketchbook against her knees, fingertips just peeking out of the sleeves of yet another sweatshirt stolen from Shitty, spared him a glance and a “You’re late” before going back to sketching warm-ups.

“I know, I know. Kid broke off two of her teeth on the playground, right up to the nerve, so I had to do some composites.”

She grimaced. “Ugh.”

“Why do you ask me these things when you know I’m going to talk to you about teeth? I’m a dentist, for fuck’s sake. And we’re here to watch hockey.”

“I’m in it for the butts.”

He grinned as he took in the player stretching on the ice in front of her and then her sketchbook. “Think Shits will like that one?”

“I call it ‘Spread,’” she said loftily.

He choked and was suddenly glad he hadn’t had time to stop by concessions on his way in. “So, uh, where is Shits tonight anyway?”

She waved a hand vaguely, barely missing whacking him in the face with the end of the sleeve. “Up in the office. They needed some documents looked over.”

He recognized that tone. “How long have you guys been here?”

Hours.”

“Couldn’t get anyone to strip for you?”

“Shut up.” Then she turned to him and smiled slowly.

Ransom was immediately alarmed. “Oh god. What?”

“There is some news you’ll want.”

“Yeah?” he asked cautiously.

“New ref.”

Ransom’s eyebrows went up. “And I’m interested in this… because why? I mean, is he supposed to be good or biased or something else?”

“Tall. He’s supposed to be very tall. You’ll see.”

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So I decided to make Jughead and Betty British in this AU because as a Canadian I know more about Britain’s part in the World Wars than I do America’s part. Someone or some people REALLY wanted this prompt so here goes y’all, I gotchu. Also even though this is AU Betty, Jughead, and Archie are all still childhood friends, the romance between Betty and Archie never happened. This is an incredibly long one shot.

Forsythe Pendleton “Jughead” Jones the Third had not been born when the first war hit, the Great War to end all wars Jughead allowed his biting sarcasm to colour the voice in his mind.  So Jughead knew nothing about how life had been before the war. He had grown up in the failing attempts at rebuilding both the country and his family. While the Allies had won the war, the country was in shambles, historic places destroyed, families torn apart by death. His family wasn’t torn apart by death, but by survival.

His father, Forsythe Pendleton “FP” Jones Jr., was 18 when the war began, and he signed up right away,  eager to defend his home and his lovely wife. From what his mother had told him, his father was once a gentle man. Gladys and FP had fallen in love as children and married at 16, two years before the war began. His mother always thought wistfully back to their first years of marriage, saying that his father had been the sweetest man she ever knew…Not that there was much contest Jughead thought, remembering the fear that caused the hair at the nape of his neck to stand the first and only time he had met her father, his grandfather.

The war had changed FP Jones, it made him hard. The father that Jughead knew was a drunk and an angry one at that. When his father wasn’t sleeping, he was either in a rage, or at the tavern. They, like most people at the time, were barely scraping by, but the war had destroyed FP’s mind so badly that it didn’t matter to him.

Since Jughead’s childhood had been so cold and broken, he turned to the written word. When he was a child, it meant reading every single word that crossed his path. Eventually he began to frequent a bookstore, even though he didn’t have the money to buy anything. There he met Fred Andrews, the owner of the shop, a man who, instead of being made cold by the war, as his father had, was instead made warm. Fred always told Jughead that he had had a choice after he had seen his friends killed, either hate everyone or love everyone.

So Fred had chosen love, and had become a surrogate father to the young Jones, giving him books and letting him stay for dinner, even though the meager amount that he had wasn’t enough. Jughead also became fast friends with the man’s son, Archie, and the little girl whose mother had known Fred Andrews since childhood, Betty Cooper. The three were inseparable children, Betty and Archie always dragging Jughead into the light, Jughead always telling them stories when the days would storm.

Though things were never good, the children could never have known that they were about to get much, much worse.

“I heard something interesting.” 19 year old Betty Cooper plopped delicately into a chair at the Andrews’ family kitchen table. Jughead and Archie shared a look, Betty was always hearing things she shouldn’t, was always further into the mysteries of London than either boy thought was safe, but it didn’t matter to her what they thought was safe, if the beautiful blonde was anything, she was stubborn.  She was determined to become a journalist, even though that was not something that ‘proper ladies’ did, they both knew that Betty would, because Betty didn’t give up without a fight.

“What did you hear?” Jughead raised a dark eyebrow at her

“There’s going to be another war.” Betty replied solemnly. Fred’s eyes closed as he leaned back on the wooden counter, slumped in a manner that none of the young adults had seen from him before, but Jughead recognized the look as one he had seen many times on both of his parents, defeat.

Betty was right, as always, there was another war. Jughead originally wanted no part of it, but when his best friend, always attempting to be valiant, signed up, Jughead knew he had no choice. When they were children, Archie and Jughead had always protected each other, and that wasn’t going to change in the face of war. Even though Jughead would rather sit behind a desk and let the written word be his life, he knew that he would go to the ends of the Earth for Archie Andrews, because that is what best friends do.

The day that the train carried Jughead and Archie away, Betty was nowhere to be seen. Jughead felt his heart aching, he had wanted to see her beautiful green eyes one last time. Jughead had no illusions that there was any guarantee he would ever see her again.

Jughead Jones forgot to count on the fact that Betty Cooper was precisely as loyal, and twice as stubborn as he was. They saw her again two weeks later. Jughead had barely felt the bullet graze his arm until Archie had reached out, bringing his hand back from Jughead’s arm, coated in the dark haired boys blood. Jughead stumbled his way to the old town hall of the small city for which his regiment was fighting, the town hall serving as a medical building. The moment he made it through the doors, he collapsed to the floor.

When Jughead came to, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. The soft green eyes that he thought he would never get to see again, surrounded by the smooth halo of honey blonde hair, filled his vision.

“Hey Juggie. You need to be more careful, I was so worried about you.” As he reached up to touch her face, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through his arm. It wasn’t a dream, he definitely got shot. But Betty Cooper was here. In the thick of a war zone. With him.

She procured a flask and held it towards him,

“I’m about to pour some of this on your wound and it’s going to hurt like the dickens. Most men want a bit to drink before to handle the pain.”

“I don’t want to be FP.” Jughead explained as he shook his head, his dark curled staying matted to his head with sweat. Betty brushed the curls from his forehead and brought her hands to rest gently on either side of his face.

“You’re not your father, Jug.” Her eyes met his and he nodded. She brought her hands back towards his arm, pouring amber liquid onto the drying, darkening blood on his arm.

“FUCK” he screamed, teeth clenched. Betty wasn’t wrong, it did hurt. After she had redressed his wound, she told him that she had to go finish her rounds, but promised that she would be back, before she disappeared into the throng of people rushing around the makeshift hospital.

And she was back, as the darkness began to fall around the city and the sounds of war began to quiet for a moment’s rest, she returned to his side. They talked until the sun creeped up on the city, and the deafening sounds of violence rung in their ears.

This repeated every night. She would sneak into the cot that was barely big enough to hold him and they would lie curled up around each other, talking about the past, and the future. She told him that she had tried to enlist but had been laughed out of the office, so she became a nurse because she wasn’t going to let her best friends go risk their lives without her. They talked about how they were going to write about anything but war, how they were going to have dogs and how she would start a paper, and he would be a novelist. Their stolen moments pushed the horrors of war from the forefront of his mind. For a few hours he could think of fields of wildflowers and seeing laugh lines develop around the emerald eyes that it had taken him too long to realize that he loved.

Until the day that it was decided that he was healed enough to go back. He wasn’t healed, not really, but they were sure that there wasn’t going to be any gangrene, they had lost enough men to it to know when it would happen, and they knew he wouldn’t need an amputation.

As Betty helped him put his tunic back on, he could see the tears stream down her face as it began to crumple, her soft pink lips downturned into a frown, trying to prevent the sobs from escaping her chest. He wrapped both arms around her and pulled her close, resting his chin on the top of her head, closing his eyes as the tears slid down his face as well.

“I’m in love with you, Juggie.” Betty’s confession was muffled, her face still pressed into Jughead’s chest.  Jughead remembered what his mom had given him before she had disappeared into the night when he was thirteen years old. Jughead pulled back from his tight embrace and knelt on one knee,

“Elizabeth Cooper, if I survive this, I want to spend the rest of my days with you. I’m in love with you too, and I think I have been since I was six years old.” He held up his mother’s simple gold wedding band. When she left, she told him to give it to the person he loved more than anyone, that the ring needed a little bit of luck. He didn’t know it at the time, but it had always been her. It would always be her.

“Yes.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. He slid the ring onto her finger as he stood up to take her back into his arms. They didn’t know if this embrace would be their last, but they did know that even if the war took their lives, it would never take their love.

Security!Saitama :y

Probably for some super pop stars called Amai Mask and his blonde band mate or something– whatever; he just really needs money. He has the strength, but not the look (accept the cliché naked scalp), so he has to wear clip-on hoops to be taken somewhat serious unless he has to get serious anyway.

He’s constantly peseterd by the previously mentioned blonde band mate, even on his breaks. What you’re probably seeing now is Saitama through his blond charge’s vision too :Y.

…okay yes, I admit I just wanted to see him with earrings on too💕

Saitama © ONE & Yusuke Murata

Art © Anjelzjelly129

Study Break, an Everlark College One Shot

I was given a dialogue prompt by @thesaltywinteradult that was:
“What are you doing in my bed?”
“Nap.”

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Katniss kicked off her shoes the second she walked in the door of her apartment and stumbled into her room. She’d worked all night on her final project for her lighting design class and she’d just finished her presentation. All she needed was a few hours of sleep so she could make it to her tests the rest of the week.

But when she slipped under the blanket, she found her bed was already occupied. Her blurry vision noted blonde hair. Peeta, her roommate.

She poked him. “What are you doing in my bed?”

“Nap.” He murmured.

“In my bed?” Katniss asked, too tired to do much more than ask.

Peeta slowly turned his head. “I spilled paint on mine.”

“Then why not sleep on the couch?” She moved closer anyway.

“Springs.” He draped an arm over her waist. “I have an alarm set. I’ll be up in a bit.”

Katniss closed her eyes. Good thing she was too tired to question any further. She was extremely comfortable wrapped up in Peeta’s embrace.

Distance

A/N: loosely inspired by one of my fav otp’s Jim & Pam. 


Arizona’s shoes were nearly floating over the ground beneath her as she ran to her designated OR. “I’m really sorry I wasn’t able to fly out this weekend, sweetie.” her voice was rushed and she struggled to catch the phone that slipped from her hands after running into the the swinging door to the washroom. After her moment of clumsiness, she handed her phone off with a smile to the nearest nurse and proceeded to wash her hands.

“It’s okay, mommy.” Sofia said.

Scrubbing at her arms fiercely, Arizona turned her head in the direction of the nurse holding the only connection to her whole world when what sounded like candy wrappers rubbing together boomed from the speakers. “Callie?”

“Sorry, Sofia dropped the phone. She’s quite excited.”

Arizona couldn’t help the smile that came upon her face at hearing Callie’s voice, blue eyes returning to her task at hand. “Did you make sure she remembered the move I taught her? The cute spin-“

Callie sighed. “The cute spin with the wink, yes. We went over it a hundred times.”

Turning the water off and drying her hands, the blonde grimaced at Callie’s irritated tone. “I just…I want everything to be perfect.”

At the sound of children laughing and squealing, Arizona’s heart began to race. She felt guilty for missing this moment, for physically missing the moment of her daughter showcasing her talents in an incredibly cute second grade talent show. She had skipped Sofia the previous day, watching her super adorable, tiny human prance around in her costume and couldn’t help but praise her. She was perfect; the most precious human. She had seen thousands of kids in her life, though, she knew that Sofia—even if she was quite biased—was the most beautiful, talented, brilliant child she knows.

“I know you and technology aren’t best friends but, please tell me you figured out how to work your phone’s camera?”

“Arizona,” Callie tsked. “I’m an orthopedic surgeon, the best in my field. I have built legs like god, created cartilage out of thin air-“

The blonde laughed, slipping into the OR with a smile on her face. “Yet, before you left, it took me about an hour to get you to figure out how FaceTime works.” she went on to mumble. “Which I had no idea was possible.”

“Did you say something?” their bantering caused a few of the scrub nurses to laugh lowly, not wanting to be caught listening to Arizona’s conversation.

Pink lips twisted into a grin. “Nope.” knowing that she had to hang up to talk to her patient, Arizona sighed. “I have to go, Callie, but tell Sofia I love her. And thank you.” she added, knowing that a small task such as recording the event meant everything to Arizona.

“Bye, Arizona.”

“Bye, Callie.”


The heels of her boots slapped against the wet concrete. Arizona searched for her phone in her purse, the pre dawn air taking her hair by the ends and guiding it through the wind. After finding the device, she unlocked it and dialed a familiar number.

“Hello?” the voice was coated with sleep, Arizona just realizing that it was Saturday morning. She knew that Callie was most likely hudled under several layers of blankets, hair probably in a massive disarm while tan hands ran through the thick locks to clear her vision.

“Crap, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize what time it was…”

“No, no, I was already up.” the lie was smooth on her tongue. “What’s up?”

Arizona hopped into her car and let her body fall back into the plush, leather seat. Her feat were aching and a dull throb was beginning to spread across her head. “How did the recital go? Did you get the video?”

She turned the key into the ignition, the lights above her head turning on briefly to highlight the exhaustion under tired blue eyes. She needed some good news, the little boy she had just spent hours operating on dying on her table. She was used to this, used to the pain that accompanied such a loss, but it still hurt and made her stomach churn.

She could hear Callie shuffling in the background followed by a door shutting, her voice dropping to a whisper. “About that…I sort of didn’t get the video.”

“Are you serious?” she tried to keep calm, her teeth grinding together harshly and the ache in her head increasing. “Callie, I thought you said-“

“It was an accident! I got a phone call right before they started and I guess I thought the video would still record after the phone call. But…”

Arizona’s grip on her phone tightened, stands of blonde hair covering her vision until it was all she could see. “You said you would do this for me.”

“Arizona, I’m sorry, I tried.”

“Maybe you didn’t try enough. Maybe all of this was a mistake.”

A dry laugh. “Oh, yeah? What does that mean?”

“You know what, I don’t want to talk about this.” Just as she was about to pull out of the parking lot, Callie continued.

“No, tell me. Just say it.”

Arizona slammed on the brake, a dry, soundless sob hitting her full force. “I’m missing everything. It feels like I’m missing every moment with her! And for what? So you can be happy with her in New York? I’m missing her life, Callie!”

Silence for the slightest moment. “You said you were okay with this! That you wanted both of us to be happy…” she was at a loss, the sudden anger Arizona directed at her unexpected. She thought that they were past this, that they understood what the other wanted and needed at this time of their lives.

“Well, I’m not. I…I just wanted that goddamn video, and you took that away from me! You took her away from me, Callie!” her words were a blubbered mess, tears rolling down her face, sinking into her cheeks, her neck, falling onto her tongue until her rant died at her lips.

“You’re picking a fight. You’re stressed and you’re upset, and you’re picking a fight.” Callie hated hearing Arizona sound so vulnerable, sound so hopeless. “You miss her, I get that, but-“

“No, you don’t. You see her every day. You’re with her every day. You get to see her smile and hear her voice and listen to her when she talks about her day. I get moments. I get snippets. I’m missing everything.”

Callie sank to the floor, not knowing what to say. She looked around her surroundings unsure of what to say. “Why don’t we talk after you’ve gotten some rest? Okay? We can talk about her schedule again. We can work this out, just, please.  I don’t want to argue anymore, Arizona. I’m sorry about the video. You have to know that I didn’t intentionally do this.”

Arizona needed a moment. She needed something, but she wasn’t sure what. “I’ll talk to you later, Callie.” Arizona hung up without a goodbye and fell back against the passenger seat feeling defeated.


“You did such a great job last night, Sofia.” Callie praised hugging her daughter. Her and Sofia were eating dinner the same day, chicken picatta being eaten quickly.

“I know.” the little girl beamed.

Callie swallowed a particularly hot piece of her meal and winced. “Just like your mother.”

“What?”

With a wave of her hand, Callie dismissed the conversation and mother and daughter continued to eat. “What do you say you give one more performance tonight?”

Sofia dried a dish carefully and slowly before looking up at her mother. “Are we going back to school?”

“No, we’re staying home.” They cleaned and dried the last dish. “You know your mom really wanted to be there for you last night, right?”

Sofia nodded. “Yeah. She had to save a baby, a baby that needed her cause she’s the only one who can fix them.”

“That’s right.” she chewed on her next words. “She really wanted to be here, and she’s really sad that she missed it. What do you say we surprise mommy? You think you can remember your dance?” she tickled her daughter, the giggles that filled the room music to Callie’s ears.

“I remember all the steps.” She said proudly.

Callie sent Sofia to her room to put on her costume, her stomach filling with butterflies. She hoped that this gesture, this attempt at including Arizona would make up for yesterday. Barely 20 minutes later, the living room was set to look like a diy stage; blankets were strewn on top of chairs and carefully balanced broomsticks, Sofia doing twirls and mumbling counts to make sure each move was perfect.

“Are you ready?” Callie asked pulling out her phone. Without a second thought, Callie whipped her cell phone out and called Arizona. After a mere two rings, Arizona’s face came into a view, a tired look on her face.

“Callie? Is everything okay?”

As quick as she could, Callie switched the camera to direct it towards Sofia, her cheeks burning from the smile that was permanently on her face. “Introducing, the spectacular, amazing, super awesome 2nd graderrrrr!” her voice boomed, Sofia jumping into the phone’s view with her hands on her hips. “Sofiaaa Robbinnn Sloan Torressss!” smashing the play button on the cd player next to her, Sofia’s dance music played.

What was once confusion on Arizona’s face was now pure joy; blue eyes bright and shining as she watched her daughter effortlessly spin and jump. There were no mistakes, dimples popping out proudly as Arizona watched her daughter give her her own front row seat to the best show on earth. Once the younger Torres completed her dance, the cutest of bows was made and Sofia ran up to the camera.

“How did I do? Did mommy like it?”

Fighting her tears, Arizona cleared her throat. “It was perfect, baby girl. You are such a good dancer! I’m so proud of you!” Callie turned the camera so that Sofia could see her mom, but she forgot to switch the camera.

“Callie, flip the camera.” Arizona laughed.

She physically flipped the phone back around.

“No, Callie, flip the phone camera so that Sofia can see me.”

“I just flipped it.”

Arizona rolled her eyes. “Not the phone, the camera button on the screen.”

Being ever so clever, the 8 year old took the phone from her Callie’s hands and talked to Arizona herself. “Hi, mommy!”

“Hi, baby!”

Callie went to clean up some of the room while mother and daughter chatted excitedly. The guilt she was feeling for a better part of the day had crumbled and broke away, Sofia jumping around the room and dancing once more for her mother.

The night went on and Callie knew that Sofia needed to start getting ready for bed. “Sofia, say bye to mommy, it’s time for bed.”

Sofia instantly whined. “But mama-“

“Sofia Sloan,” Callie started with a stern look.

“Fine. Bye mommy. I love you.” She waved at the distant blonde and handed the phone back to her mother.

“Brush your teeth, wash your face and I’ll be in soon to tuck you in.”

Sofia bounced out of the room to accomplish her nightly routine, Callie waiting until she was out of sight to look back at the camera.

“So?”

Arizona smiled. “Thank you, Callie, and…I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I said earlier.”

“I understand. We all have our days.” Settling onto the couch in the living room, Callie continued. “If you still want to talk about who has her when, I’m open to it.”

“No, we had a deal. We already talked about it. I just miss her.”

Arizona chewed on her lip, I miss you, too, close to slipping out as well. A silence fell between them, neither of them knowing what to say. “I’ll let you get back to Sofia.”

Callie wanted to say something, but her voice was suddenly nonexistent, lodged into a secret crevice she couldn’t grasp. She settled with a shake of her head and hung up the phone. The mess around her was worse than she thought, but she was too lazy to clean up. Deciding to leave this problem for tomorrow, Callie got up to tuck her daughter into bed.

All Of Me Part 4

Taeyang x reader

Genre: Angst, romance

Au: High school!au

Words: 2381

Chapter: 4 / 5

Author/admin: Zoie

Beta: HO

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Request:

fatimaloveskpop said to kpop-reads:Heyyyyy! Can you write an SF9 Taeyang fic based on the song All of Me by John Legend? I’m so sorry my request is pretty lame​ but you’re one of my favorite writers on tumblr so it’d be great if you could write this.❤❤❤❤❤

Author’s note: I’m a mess for taeyang and All of me by john legend. It puts me in my feels so hard and i cant help but write angsty shit in my feels so SORRY IF YOU DIDN’T WANT ANGST BUT IT GONNA HAPPEN.

Summary:
“I hate you, but fucking love you at the same damn time. You’re making me go insane.”

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Requiem: Part Eight

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII


The gold and red leaves hung limp on their branches, the rain not quite dulling down the beauty of the Autumn Court. By the time Bay got here, his entore body was drenched, his hair hung over his eyes, cutting breaks of blonde in his vision. Taking a breath, a made his way for the front doors, just to be stopped by Lucien, Heti and Dragos.

The High Lord stared down at him with a hot temper. Lucien crossed his arms and gave Bay a humorless smile. “Here to take my son off to the Court of Nightmares again?”

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Hate Joji x Reader

A/N Wrote a drabble story, haven’t written fics in a long time so i dunno where this will go but hey. some dark shit in this like abuse and violence so don’t read if this will affect you negatively. yeah, joji and the boys are my faves so had to write something to include joji’s song plastic taste (which you should check out defo!) enjoy! might write more if good feedback!! probs out of character neck me I’m so bad at writing omfg

also requests for the boys are open and same w prompts hit me up they’ll be in the makes after 2 days of request after ive responded ofc tagging my besto bc shes trash @soberpug

Smash!

“God damnit Jake! Is there any time of day where you can’t have a tantrum?!” I screamed, flinching at the sound of cutlery and ceramic plates crashing to the floor in his clumsy, anger fuelled state. He turned quickly, fiery anger in his eyes. Storming over to me, he got close to my face and growled. The room was dimly lit, sofa covered in beer bottles and smashed glass; weed stung the room like a old friend and cd cases were lazily toppling onto the floor from the broken shelf. The TV buzzed the classic, grainy, black and white as his voice poisoned my thoughts. The only thing that had stayed perfect was the photograph of me, Joji, Max, Chad and Ian on my 21st birthday. That day was amazi-

“Maybe if you weren’t such a brat this wouldn’t of happened! Telling Jane to fuck off for no reason!” He yelled, spit flaking in my face and a vein pulsing in his neck. Tears dribbled from my eyes and I just rubbed my temples. Joji and the boys had never liked Jake, I couldn’t see why until now. The warnings they had gave him and the suspicions they had spilled to me didn’t make sense.
“I did fuck all wrong Jake, you were practically wrapping her around you for fuck sake, were you gonna fuck her Jake, huh?!” I grimaced at the memory of the red head’s hips pretty much grinding against Jake’s; why on Earth was he acting like this?!

I can do this face to face

“You’re a stupid slag, you know that!” He spat violently, avoiding the question entirely. A pang of hurt and disgust hit my stomach like a car smashing against a building. This wasn’t love, this was a stupid mistake in college wrapped around obsession and loneliness. Silent, so fucking silent I still prayed he stepped in with a word of “I didn’t mean that, I love you”.

Nothing.

I looked into his eyes, those green eyes. Just green. The descriptive techniques I used to use to describe his eyes were gone, all the love and thought to boost his confidence and remind him how beautiful he was to me was gone. They were just green.
“Jake I’m going, keep this shit hole I’ll get my shit- staying with some friends now. You’re an asshole and I honestly don’t wish you any luck, you’ve made me feel shit for so long ’m done.” I sighed, pulling out my phone and tapping in some digits. Beep.

But I’ll admit that I’m afraid

“What the fuck do you mean you’re leaving me? You’ll run back- heck you’re not going anywhere!” He gripped my throat tight, refusing to let go. Furiously, I kicked him in the gut, his whiskey stained breath blew in my face and it stung.
“Get the fuck off of me Jake!” I pushed him and he punched me in the face, hard. I leaped at him and we wrestled on the floor, he hovered above me and gripped one of my wrists, my throat in the other.
“You don’t get to leave, this is your fault!” He spat, fury in his eyes with a curtain of greasy, dirty blonde hair. My vision was fogging heavily as I kicked my legs to hopefully pry him off, nope.

Smash!

The door burst open, a buzz of familiar voices surrounded my head. Jake was pried off of my and I felt my throat in my heart, that was too close. Eventually, my vision was less foggy and I felt two hands hoist me to sit up. I blinked heavily, it had gone so fast it was hard to process what had happened. Drip, blood dripped down from my mouth and nose. I could make out the figures; Chad, Max, Ian and of course, Joji. I must’ve accidently rang him. Silent, it was so silent. I took in my surroundings; alcohol pooled on the floor from the smashed bottle of Jack, TV smashed.

Let this romance go to waste

Jake was unconscious on the floor, his fringe covering his face, knuckles were purple and split from beating the shit out of me. Finally, I looked down at my hands, covered in blood; I caught my reflection in the mirror by the window of our apartment. My nose was bruised with a trail of blood down to my mouth, which was where more blood pooled heavily. Haunting bruises hung around my throat and collarbone and wrists, my eyes were bloodshot.

Eventually, I looked up at the boys, all of which were beyond shock and near tears; Joji was already crying into his hands. Ian gripped my arms and gently pulled me up to stand, which I struggled with.
“____, why did he do this?!” Ian spoke into the cold air. Chad kicked Jake to the corner, spitting on him.
“He’s a sick bastard, why the fuck…” Max clenched his fists. I wobbled, confused with the whole situation.
“Jo…” I muttered, pleading for some sort of comfort from him. He removed his hands from his face and grabbed me, holding me close where I just cried.

Excuse me for my plastic taste

“I…I wanna go home.” I whimpered, my clothes were tattered around me so Ian grabbed a white top, leggings and a pair of black vans and Joji wrapped his grey hoodie around me, pulling me to his side. After a quick hussle, Max and Chad had grabbed my things, including clothing, gaming things, wash things, makeup and a photo album. I clutched my phone and my Totoro plush, given to me by Jo and we quietly got into the Rover outside.

Moments after we got out the car and into Max’s apartment, Chad placed my suitcases and bag on the kitchen counter as Ian and Jo guided me to sit down at the kitchen breakfast counter.
“You need something to eat, you look starvin’.” Jo muttered into my ear, I shook my head and whipped out a cig, lighting it and savouring the vile taste in my mouth. He snatched it from my hands and crushed it in the ash tray, handing me a cup of water.
“Ian go grab the first aid kit, I’ll try'n’ sort out her wounds and shit.” He said in his husk voice, Ian nodded and bounced up the stairs.
“I’ll make up a quick omelette, Max is sorting out rooms-”
“She can sleep in with me, she’ll have a shower after to get rid of the blood and alcohol over her-”
“I’m still here, I’m not a child.” I sighed, rubbing my head from the potential concussion Jake had given me. Two white pills were placed in front of me with my water and Jo nudged me gently. Grimacing, the pills burned my throat and I just gave him a thumbs up and gulped down the water.

Excuse me for my plastic taste

“Come on, eat up.” Joji nudged my shoulder, after minutes of watching me painfully play with my food to look as if I had ate some. I just stared at the ceramic plate, the food looked good but I couldn’t even attempt to make my first bite from the sickening pain in my head and stomach; the guilt, the heartbrokenness and the empty pit in my stomach just made eating seem harder than it should.
“I…I can’t.” I stammered, twisting the fork around between the folds of omelette. I just kept staring at the plate, thoughts of what Jake had done to our plates, the smashing, the cuts, the blood-

I broke, tears pooled out of my puffy eyes and I just cried and cried. My hands held my head off of the counter and I sobbed; finally recalling what had just happened within the last four hours. The taste of guilt riddled my tongue, almost plastic like. The burning of my throat was overthrown by my tears. Echoing, my cries at two in the morning left Joji speechless. I began to claw at my head and my arms, hyperventilation finally stirring. He grabbed my wrists and held them to him, preventing me from being able to do more damage. I kicked and screamed and he held me from behind; hushing into my ear as his head rest on my shoulder as he tried to calm me. Plastic. My screams turned into low sobs and my hands fell limp to my side as my head hung as I cried.
“It’s okay, you’re safe; everything’s going to be fine, you’re safe It’s me, It’s George okay just breathe.” Those were the words mumbled into my ear, calming me down slowly.

Excuse me for my plastic taste

“It’s all gonna be okay.”

Vanilla Lips and Cigarette Tips: 7

Hey guys, please read and review my fic? I’m up to Chapter 7 and it’s called Vanilla Lips and Cigarette Tips.


I had stepped back in time; the smell of vanilla was fainter in here then at her house but the lace and glitter spread throughout the room made me feel like I had just returned to my own childhood room. I felt as comfortable in here as when I go back to mine and Archie’s old room. I could just fall into the bed of white and pink, I could let the satin wash over me, I could lay in here forever with the radio playing lightly and Betty next to me. I could be sixteen, seventeen, eighteen all over again. I see Betty hunched over a box of things on the ground, hair hanging down loosely, frown etched so deep into her skin. “What’re you looking for?” I ask.

She looks up quickly then throws her hand in the air, waving for me to join her on the ground. “Archie wanted me to bring a photo of us to school to show his class, I thought I had it but I don’t and now I’m tired, I bet you Fred has it at his place…”

I sit down next to her and fold my legs, we were knee to knee as I pretend to look through the box too. My beanie slipping as I accidently knocked my head to hers. “Sorry,” I say quietly. “I slipped.” I point to my hat.

She reaches up to rub my hat against my head. “it’s ok, I forgive you.” She continues to flick through photos.

I look around the room a little more, intrigued by how much it hadn’t changed. Of course, it hadn’t, her room was very much a part of Riverdale and we all know how much Riverdale doesn’t change. I see the tip of the ladder poking up from the bay window, as if it hadn’t moved in five years. It doesn’t feel like it’s been five years since I’ve been in here, it still smells the same, feels the same, the same air drifting past. The entwined smell of vanilla lips and cigarette tips. Shit, it felt like us.
I leave Betty to continue flicking through the photos but I lean back on the carpet, hands behind my head, legs crossed, staring at the ceiling – still the layers of pink on pink. “Do you ever wonder Betts…” the words escape my mouth before I can even snatch them back up and stop myself.

She sighs and then puts a few photos down, looking at me; “What it would have been like if I didn’t leave? Everyday…”

I don’t question it any further, god, didn’t she know I wondered what it would have been like every single day of my life. “Who knows what might have happened.”

“I know what would have happened…” she says quietly. I see her move the box out of the way in my peripheral vision. Her blonde hair spreading as she lies down next to me.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this close to Betty, so close I can see the faint freckles on her nose or the dark mascara she wears on each eye lash, the exact way her lower lip curves up to meet the other and just how those very lips can never close properly, a permanent gap showing the smallest number of teeth. She sighs. What did she think would happen if she had stayed? How different would her world be? I would be in it, that was something I was sure about.

She looks over at me and smiles. I smile at her too. “It’s better to have done things and them not work out than to have never experienced anything,” I reply. “Don’t stress about it.”

She places a hand on her stomach and rubs. Obviously thinking about what could have been. Her stomach had grown so much since I’d first seen Betty, weirdly, I felt I was a part of it. The excitement, the unknown. Whatever was going to come out of this in the end, boy or girl, short or tall, blonde or dark. Whatever was going to come out of this, I was going to experience it too. “I feel really lucky to be part of this, you know, with you…”
Betty’s head rolls to the side to look at me, confused. “What do you mean?”

“I, well, you know, with the baby…”

Betty laughs lightly then grabs my hand. “Oh Juggie,” she says sighing. “I’m so lucky to be part of this with you.”


Here it is, chapter 7, read the rest here: Vanilla Lips and Cigarette Tips 7. Read and review and I will love you more than Jughead loves cigarettes.

Fun | A Blaise/Luna Drabble for @ff-sunset-oasis

Blaise finishing combing out his daughter’s hair, neatly parted it down the middle, and began the daily task of tying it back into neat braids.  His wife didn’t always notice things like messy hair, or whether the girl had shoes on, or whether she’d wandered off with a theoretically deadly snake wrapped around her little wrist.  Luna, Merlin love her, preferred to err on the side of letting the child develop her own path, which would have been fine if that path didn’t seem to always involve bare feet, serpents, and messy hair.

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You sit quietly at one of the corner tables, nursing your drink as you watch him. Pietro. The man who flirts and talks to everyone in the room except for you.

And you had really made an effort tonight. Your long, (f/c) dress highlighted your form perfectly, and Natasha and Wanda had done your hair and makeup perfectly to finish it off. You felt beautiful, but the fact that Pietro hadn’t even said hello yet killed you.

As you take another sip of your wine, you feel someone slide into the chair next to yours. “Who’re we watching?” Steve.

“Pietro,” you reply.

“Right,” Steve says, looking at Pietro as yet another girl sidles up to him, batting her fake eyelashes and flicking her long, blonde hair flirtatiously. “He’s blind.”

“Pretty sure he’s not, considering the amount of girls-”

“Not like that,” Steve says, rolling his eyes. “I mean he doesn’t see what’s right in front of him.”

You scoff, making Steve frown in frustration. This was really bothering you, and he hated it. “How long have you been working for us, (y/n)?” He asks.

“Ever since I graduated med school and Tony got me,” you reply. “About a year now.”

“And you’ve known Pietro for that long? He’s never made a move?”

“Nope.”

“That’s because my brother’s an idiot,” Wanda says, sliding into the chair on your other side. “Trust me when I say this, (y/n). He loves you, he just doesn’t know how to show it.”

Your eyes are wide as you watch him dance with the blonde. “I wish that was true.”

Steve and Wanda exchange a look over you, and the next thing you know, you’re up and out of your chair. “What are we-”

You’re cut off by Steve: “We’re dancing. You’re not going to spend the whole night moping around in the corner.”

Knowing there’s no way out of this, you agree. “Fine.”

Smiling, you get on the dance floor just three couples away from where Pietro’s dancing with the blonde. Wanda and Vision come up next to you, smiling the whole way. You lean into Steve as you dance, laughing at the occasional spin he has you do.

After a couple songs with Steve, you and Wanda switch partners, and you’re surprised at his skill. He has you laughing at his innocent attempts at conversation, and then you’re dancing with Tony, then Clint, then Thor. Next, you, Wanda, and Natasha are all dancing alone, laughing as Tony and Clint (both drunk as shit) dance with each other.

You end up having the time of your life, and as you’re dancing with Steve once again, you feel someone tap your shoulder.

Turning around, you see it’s Pietro. He holds out a hand, smiling. “May I have this dance?”

The blonde felt shaken, the vision still clear and fresh in her mind. The blurred figures running every time she closed her eyes. She needed the images out of her head. She grabbed the beer, flopping onto an empty chair. Her hands still shaking around the bottle. “This day calls for a drink,” she managed a smile. She wouldn’t let anyone see how she really felt. She was Ali, she could fake a smile.

Janet didn’t understand it. 

She’d always been, well, plain. A bit on the heavy side. Greasy skin, stringy hair. 
She’d always been a nerd. Perfect grades, with no activity she enjoyed more than curling up alone with a good book or taking apart her computer just to put it back together again. 
She’d always been a loner. She didn’t like spending time with people. Didn’t like going out. Didn’t like making conversation.

So when, exactly, had she changed? When did she turn into this blonde vision who couldn’t focus on her calculus assignment and spent forty minutes picking out lip gloss shades?

Was it at the same time that Becky, her best friend, went through the same thing? Didn’t Becky used to be gangly and awkward and shy around guys? Watching her giggle and flirt and push out her perfectly-shaped chest, it was hard to remember.

Actually, lately it seemed like every girl in school was a perfectly-proportioned walking wet dream. Every one of them was silly, flighty, and eager to hang off the arm of the nearest boy. Was that… normal? Didn’t they used to be… uh… different?

Janet couldn’t remember anymore.

Everything before, like, a week ago was getting so blurry. And she knew that was important, and she knew that she cared about it. She knew that if she didn’t figure it out soon, she’d lose it entirely. And she knew that was bad…

But just then, Marcus and Dave walked around the corner, and Janet smiled, and forgot all about that stuff. Forever.

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Just a little something to let you guys know I’m thinking of you. I’ve got three longer, more involved stories in the works right now. They’re fighting me, but I’ll get them there eventually. I’ll try and whip up quick stuff like this every so often so you know I’m still alive.

Mistletoe

Since it’s almost Christmas. Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes. I did have a crappy birthday, but seeing you all said happy birthday made it all better. I’ll see you all at the end of this oneshot. Word count: 4,252.


The Mistletoe

Christmas to New Years

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“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE NOT GOING TO THE CHRISTMAS PARTY?!” Levy exclaimed, completely in shock.

Lucy rolled her eyes at her friend being dramatic and slammed her locker shut. “I mean exactly what I mean. I’m not going to the party.” The blonde ignored Levy, whose jaw was dropped to the floor, and walked down the end of the hallway.

Levy chased after Lucy. “But Lucy!” The blunette called, “You always go to the party!”

“Yeah, well this year I’m not.” Lucy said. “Look, just drop it, alright? We’re going to be late for class.” Without waiting for Levy’s reply, Lucy had walked off towards the chemistry lab before the bell rang.

The blunette trailed behind her best friend.

Something wasn’t right.

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“Is everyone excited for the party tonight?!” Cana shouted as soon as everyone took their seats in the usual sport in the cafeteria.

“Hell yes!” Gray cheered.

“Nope.” Levy said, “Because Lucy’s not going.”

“WHAT?!”

All eyes turned to Lucy, the said-teen winced at everyone’s loudness. “It’s not a big deal or anything.” She mumbled, stirring her vegetables in a small circle.

“Why aren’t you going?”

Lucy went to open her mouth-

“Hey guys what’s going on!”

And she immediately closed it when she saw them hand in hand. Natsu walked towards the table grinning widely, with Lisanna’s hand in his. Lisanna had a small smile on her face. The two looked cute, and it made Lucy sick.

Don’t get her wrong, Natsu is her best friend and she loved when he was happy. Same with Lisanna. Lisanna was a close friend; and Lucy did, in a way, paired the two together. But she didn’t think that they would end up dating.

He took his normal spot and sat next to Lucy, thighs touching.

It hurt.

Not because she was losing her friends.

But because she liked Natsu as well.

Lucy wished that was her holding his hand.

“Lucy’s not going to the party tonight.” Erza said, arms crossed over her chest with a large frown.

“What?!” Once again, Lucy winced when Natsu decided to shout in her ear. “What do you mean you’re not going?! You go every year, Luce!”

Lucy snapped, eyes flashing, “Well this year I’m not, so deal with it!”

The silenced the whole table, all of them holding their own expression. Lucy slammed her tray down and stormed out of the cafeteria, not wanting to talk to anyone. Why couldn’t they just accept that she wasn’t going.

Why couldn’t she just accept that Natsu and Lisanna were together?

Why couldn’t she just accept that Natsu would never view Lucy as anything more?

It hurt.

It hurt a lot.

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The day was finally over. Lucy and Levy were walking on the school’s campus to head home. “Levy-Chan…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shout at you..” Lucy apologized.

The blunette smiled, nudging her best friend. “It’s alright, Lu-Chan. It just won’t be the same without you.”

Lucy smiled and nodded, thanking the heavens that Levy could be understanding.

“Just…could you tell me why you can’t go?”

Lucy opened her mouth, then closed it. What could she say? That she didn’t want to go to the party because Natsu and Lisanna would have to kiss under the mistletoe? Or the fact, that she didn’t feel like she would enjoy the party.

Lucy decided to tell the truth, “I can’t go because-”

“LUCY!”

Perfect timing from the demon himself. Natsu had caught the blonde in his vision and jogged over to the two girls. The pink-haired idiot was on his way to practice, when he saw the two about to walk off campus.

“Hey, Natsu.” Levy greeted.

Natsu nodded, acknowledging the small girl and turned to stare at his best friend, who was avoiding eye contact with him.

“Luce..”

“Oh, hey, Natsu, didn’t see you there.” The blonde tried playing off.

Natsu frowned, Lucy looked strangely pale today. “Is everything alright?” He asked stepping closer.

“Y-yes.” Lucy squeaked when he was just inches away from her face. His green eyes staring intensely into her brown ones.

His warm, calloused hand reached up and pressed flat on her forehead, which was soon followed by his forehead.

Lucy’s blush covered her entire face, and Levy couldn’t help but think that Lucy could have played an excellent Bob the tomato. “You’re really hot.” Natsu said, frowning.

Lucy pulled away harshly, as if his touched burned her. Hurt flashed across his face. “I’m fine!” She shouted at him. Her legs wobbling.

Levy eyed her friend with concerned eyes. Lucy was extremely pale, it looked like she was about to collapse, and her cheeks as red as Erza’s hair. “Lucy, you don’t look alright.”

“I said I’m fine.” The blonde snapped.

And then it happened.

Lucy lost her footing and nearly collapsed on the ground, if it wasn’t for Natsu who caught her.

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Lucy woke up in her bed, later. Her eyes widened, not remembering if she walked home or not.

“Natsu, dropped you off.” Her father, Jude said. The blonde didn’t even notice that her dad was in her room.

“Why am I here?”

“You passed out, Lucy. You have a fever. I made some soup.” Jude walked across the room and placed the tray of soup and crackers in his daughter’s lap.

Lucy sat up straight, and blew on the hot creamy liquid that was on her spoon.

“Get some rest dear.” Jude said, “There’s water on your nightstand.”

“Thanks, dad.” Lucy coughed when the older blond had shut the bedroom door.

“Just great.” Lucy grumbled, as her friends were out partying, having the time of their lives. She was stuck in bed, sick, with no company. Her father was busy, and there was no way anyone would visit at this time.

Her phone vibrated, and she looked seeing that it was a text message.

Natsu Dragneel [6:45p.m] Hey! Are you feeling any better? I’m going to check up on you tomorrow morning! So you better be feeling well. (:

Her heart swelled, but she didn’t respond. She felt like she wasn’t worthy to respond. So instead, she tossed her phone on the other side of her bed, and continued to eat her soup. A nice nap after that would be really nice.

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“Stop it.”

“…”

“Natsu, stop it.”

“…”

“Natsu, stop glaring at your phone.”

“Lucy won’t respond!” Natsu whined, still staring at the device in his hand.

“You’re supposed to be having fun!” Cana shouted from the back, guarding the beer barrel like her life depended on it.

Lisanna pressed herself against his arm, trying to drag him where the music was. “C'mon, Natsu let’s dance.” She pouted cutely.

“Fine.” Natsu agreed, shoving his phone back into his pocket and let his girlfriend lead him to the living room.

It seriously wasn’t the same without Lucy.

XOXOX

Natsu didn’t feel like dancing after that. Instead, he just sat on the couch, still hoping that Lucy would respond. He even sent a couple of messages. And by a couple, he meat maybe around thirty-five.

This party was really lame without Lucy. He didn’t enjoy it without her. Last year it was very fun. The two never parted, they danced away, pranked Gray, and opened gifts.

They even shared a kiss under the mistletoe.

Heat rose to cheeks when he thought about it. They were both pretty nervous, but Natsu had played it off by saying that it wasn’t going to kill them. It was both their first kiss. And he wouldn’t have had it any other way. Her lips were soft and very addicting. But he had to pull away, he wasn’t sure if she liked him like that, because he sure liked her.

But now, he was dating Lisanna. Natsu shouldn’t even be thinking of Lucy like that. But he never pictured Lisanna as his girlfriend. It was always Lucy. Natsu dated Lisanna because he didn’t want to say no, also Lucy tried to push him to be with Lisanna, so what choice did he have? Sure Lisanna was a sweet and pretty girl. It’s just that Natsu has only pictured Lisanna as his little sister.

“Natsu we’re about to open presents!” His girlfriend exclaimed excitedly.

Natsu half-grinned. “You go ahead, I think I’m going to head home.”

“But Natsu..”

“Sorry ‘Lis I’m just not feeling well.” The pink-haired teen lied. He bent down and kissed the white-haired girl on the cheek, something didn’t feel right when he did so.

“I’m turning in for the night!” He exclaimed to everyone in the living room.

Levy, Erza and Jellal said goodbye.

Gajeel and Gray flipped him off in return.

“BOO! PARTY-SHITTER!” Cana shouted spilling her beer all over the place.

He felt bad for lying.

He just wanted to see Lucy.

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Lucy blew into her nose for the hundredth time that night when someone knocked on her window.

She didn’t get up and look, in fact she was too tired.

So when the door open and a hooded figure jumped in her bedroom, the blonde opened her mouth to scream. However she couldn’t because of their large hand covering her mouth. And she could tell it was Natsu because of the warmth the hand possessed.

“Natsu?” She mumbled in his hand.

Natsu pulled the hood off, revealing his bright pink hair and grinned sheepishly. “Heya, Luce.”

Lucy took his hand off her mouth, licking her dry lips. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to visit you.” He said, plopping down on her bed. “You wouldn’t respond to my messages.”

Lucy rubbed the back of her head, a small smile dancing on her lips. “Sorry about that, I took a nap afterwards.”

“Well next time respond!” He shouted.

Lucy really wanted to tell him that she wouldn’t be able to respond if she was asleep, but refused to say it. “Shouldn’t you be at the party?”

“Nah.” He grinned moving closer. “It just wasn’t the same without you.”

“Ugh.” Lucy groaned, rubbing her temples. “I’m honestly getting tired of hearing that.”

“It’s true.” Natsu said frowning darkly. “Why didn’t you come?”

“Well for one, I’m sick.”

“Before that!”

Lucy averted eye-contact and played with her blanket. “I just didn’t feel like going this year.”

“But, Luuceee~! Don’t you know how bored I was without you.”

“You have Lisanna, I shouldn’t even matter.” Lucy whispered bitterly, still not looking at him.

Natsu blinked, completely in shock that she would say something like that. “Why would you say that?” He asked cocking his head to the side like a puppy.

“Because it’s true.”

“No it’s not.”

“It is!”

“It’s not.”

“It is!”

Natsu grabbed the blonde’s shoulders and made her stare straight into his. “It’s not.” He snarled. “Don’t ever say that.”

Lucy doesn’t say anything, and turned her head to the side, to keep the blush down.

Natsu sighed and slipped his fingers under her chin to keep her eyes on him. “Lucy, you mean so much more to me, than anyone in the world.”

“You’re not supposed to say that when you have a girlfriend.” She scolded him.

Natsu couldn’t help but chuckle, “Whether I’m supposed to say it or not, it’s true. You’re the number one girl in my life.”

“Natsu,” Lucy said eyes watering. “Don’t say that to me. Lisanna is supposed to be your number one girl. She is your girlfriend. It is not fair if you don’t give her attention as well. Please don’t say something like that to me.”

He thought girls liked it when guys told the truth.

Girls are a weird species.

“Lucy..” her name rolled off his tongue. He stared deep into her eyes, before slowly closing the gap between them. Lucy’s eyes widened, and next thing she knew his warm lips were pressed up against her own.

What was she supposed to do? Her body shook and her hands gripped the front of his shirt. Natsu slanted his lips on hers, a slow passionate kiss, his hands gripped her hips as if it was his lifeline and pulled her close. She was basically on his lap.

It felt like time stopped, her heart pounding so hard against her chest, she swore that Natsu was able to hear it. Her hands left his shirt, and ran through his soft locks. He moaned into her mouth, and his tongue snuck into her cavern to explore.

She didn’t stop him and began to suck on his lower lip. He growled, and bit her lip, making her groan.

She was the one to pull away first. His forehead against hers. They needed to catch their breath, he gave chaste kisses here and there. One on her jaw, neck and forehead.

“That was…” he had to catch his breath. “That was amazing…”

She was still trying to catch her breath.

“Luce…”

She hummed letting him know that he had her attention.

“I love you…”

And that’s when she realized what happened.

Lucy flung herself off of his lap, and pressed her hand on her lips. The warmth from his still there.

“That was a mistake! That shouldn’t have happened!” Lucy exclaimed, leaving her bed. She still felt dizzy, however she ignored that.

“Luce.” Natsu said standing up as well.

“You have a girlfriend!” Lucy yelled. Tears dripping down her face, Natsu wanted to wipe her tears away. “You have Lisanna.” She whispered in rejection. She gripped her hair, something that she normally did when she was frustrated. “This is terrible, oh God.”

“Lucy.” He tried say stepping closer to her.

“No!” Lucy thrust her hands in front of him to keep Natsu from moving any closer. “Please don’t come any closer, Natsu.”

“But..”

“Please, Natsu…just go home.”

Natsu jumped on the windowsill and left, not before saying, “I’m sorry Lucy.” After he jumped down, Lucy shut her window and locked it.

Why was her life spiraling out of control?


Lucy didn’t show up to school for a couple of days. Everyone figured that the blonde was still sick and planned on visiting her.

“Is Lucy feeling any better?” Erza asked Levy.

Levy raised a blue eyebrow in confusion. “What are you talking about? Lucy’s been fine for a couple of days.”

“Then why isn’t she in school?” Gray questioned.

Natsu clenched his fist. She was probably avoiding him.

“Lucy has been in school.” Levy said, “She’s just not in your classes, that’s probably why you haven’t seen here.” The bluenette shrugged. “She’s probably just hanging out in the library.”

“Oi, flame-ass you’ve been acting really quiet.”

Natsu gritted his teeth. “Not now, Stripper.” he barked.

“Natsu?” Lisanna asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Natsu pulled away like she had burned him and got up, “I’m going to get some fresh air.” He said before storming out of the cafeteria.

Did Lucy have to reject him that way?

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He didn’t go outside.

No in fact, he went straight to the library to find the blonde.

She was easy to find. Lucy was sitting on the floor, shoes off, hair down, and face buried in her book. She looked very cute, when her eyes followed each word and the cute little facial expression she made.

He could watch her read.

Natsu stepped closer, his tall and lean frame towering over hers. “What are you doing here?”

Lucy gasped closing her book, and slipping on her shoes. She tried to get away, but Natsu grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him. “Why are you trying to run away, Luce?” His hot breath fanning across her cheek.

“I’m not avoiding you..” she said, trying to wiggle free. “Please let me go.”

Natsu chuckled, sending shivers up her spine. “It’s been days since you’ve last talked to me. I can’t take it anymore.” The confidence in his voice died, and now his voice shook. “I’m sorry, Luce. I probably ruined everything…”

Lucy stopped, “You didn’t ruin anything.” she said. “If anything, I did. I let you kiss me. I paired you up with Lisanna.” The blonde smiled sadly, “I’m the one who fell in love with you.”

“Huh?” He let go and she faced him.

“I fell in love with you a long time ago, but Lisanna also liked you. At that time I figured you had feelings for her, and I didn’t want to ruin my friendship with her. So I did everything I could to get you and her together.”

Lucy clenched her school’s uniform skirt, tears threatening to spill. “B-but, I never knew how bad this was going to hurt.” She said painfully. “I thought I was doing the right thing. But now I’m not too sure…”

“Lucy it’s alright to be selfish at times.”

She laughed, wiping her eyes, “I’ll remember that next time.” She smiled up at him. “I wish you the best with Lisanna.”

“Wish you the best?” His eyes widened. “What do you mean?!”

“I can’t be near you anymore, Natsu…it hurts too much.”

And she ran out of the library before he could say anything.

That was the last time he saw her that day.

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The next day, Lisanna walked over to Natsu’s house after school since he didn’t show up.

Lo and behold the pink-haired teen was sitting on his porch with shorts and a white T. His hair covering his eyes.

“Hey, Natsu!” Lisanna greeted cheerfully sitting down besides him. “You didn’t show up to school today.”

He didn’t say anything.

The girl pouted. “You had me worried, Natsu! You should have told one of us you wouldn’t be in school today.”

She was hoping that he would say sorry or something.

“We need to talk.” His deep voice cut off her thoughts.

Those are the words no one wants to hear. But she nodded, “O-okay, what did you want to talk about?” Pretend like everything is alright. Trust him.

Natsu licked his dry lips and finally looked at her, “We need to break up.”

The silence was thick, and suffocating.

“W-what, why?” She asked.

“I can’t-” Natsu paused, “I can’t continue dating you if I’m in love with someone else.”

“Oh, Natsu you’re just joking!” Lisanna punched his shoulder jokingly, on the brink of tears. She knew he wasn’t joking.

“I’m not joking.”

“No, you’re lying! You love me, Natsu.” Lisanna grabbed his face and kissed him, mouth moving against his quickly yet gently.

Natsu, just felt nothing, so he simply pushed her away gently.

Lisanna’s blue eyes widened and she gasped, “Mavis…you really aren’t joking.”

“I’m sorry, Lisanna. I really am.”

“Why? I’ve done everything Natsu. I loved you since the fifth grade. Why-why don’t you love me back?” Her voice cracked.

“I’m sorry, Lisanna. My heart was taken…”

“Then why did you date me?” She sighed sadly.

Natsu shrugged looking off into the distance. He wasn’t good with girls crying, but now he realized he couldn’t please anybody and let them hear what they wanted to hear. “I dunno. I ask myself like that. Maybe because I didn’t want to see you cry. Or maybe because I didn’t want to believe I was in love with my best friend.”

She now knew who he loved.

Natsu turned to him, his boyish grin placed on his face, “I’m really sorry, Lis. You’re a really fun and pretty girl. You’re just not her. I’m sure you’ll fine someone.” He got up, and helped the white-haired girl up. “Take care, Lis.” he said giving her one last hug.

Lisanna blinked back the rest of the tears. It was over.

Natsu had officially broken up with her.


“I’m sorry about you and Lisanna.” Lucy said, kicking her foot on the ground as the two teens sat on the swings.

“Yeah.” Natsu said. “Me too.”

And the two sat in silence, sitting on the swings, staying in the rain.


It was December 31st, Gray was hosting a New Year’s party.

This time Lucy came.

Natsu saw her, she entered with Levy, wearing a short black dress. Her santa hat resting safely on the top of her golden locks. She laughed at something the stripper said, and her brown eyes scanned the room.

When they landed on him, she immediately turned her gaze somewhere else and walked into the kitchen.

“She’s still not talking to you?” Gajeel asked from behind him. “Ouch, man.”

Natsu growled, punching Gajeel in the face. “Fuck off.”

And then a large brawl was created, with a few of the other guys jumping in as well. Which Erza put a stop to after it got out of hand.

Everyone soon gathered in the living room, some sitting on the floor and some sitting on the couch. Lucy was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed. Natsu sat beside her on purpose, making their thighs touch. “Hey.” He whispered.

“Hi.” She muttered softly back.

The two didn’t say anything after that.

“So Lucy!” Cana said wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, “I heard you went on a date with non-other than Sting Eucliffe. How is he in bed?”

Natsu and Lucy both stiffened, while the others laughed.

“Do you always think of sex?” Levy asked.

“That and alcohol.” Cana admitted.

Erza’s face matched the color of her hair. “W-well…”

Lucy waved her hands dramatically, “No! I don’t sleep with people on the first date!”

“So it was a date!”

“No it wasn’t!” Lucy snapped.

“No need to be shy, Lucy, we’re all friends here.” Gray joined in on the teasing as he took a sip from his cup.

She frowned, “I give up. I’m going to get a drink.”

Natsu silently followed. He watched the blonde drink the liquid from the red cup. “Things got crazy in there, huh?” She asked him.

“Did you really go on a date with Sting?” He asked, spitting out the dude’s name.

Lucy raised her eyebrow. “Huh?”

He stepped closer. “Did you or did you not go on a date with Sting?”

“That’s my business!”

Natsu trapped in between the counter with his long frame, before he rested his hands on her hips. “Tell me, Luce.”

She sighed, face red, as she turned her gaze away. “No I didn’t alright. I was just helping him watch his cat.”

Natsu sighed in relief.

“You still know I love you right.” He brought out of nowhere.

Lucy eye’s widened, before they closed. “I know.”

Natsu leaned closer, lips ghosting over hers. “Good.”

“HEY EVERYONE START THE COUNTDOWN!” Gray shouted excitedly.

“We should go in there.” Lucy said.

Natsu wouldn’t let go and leaned closer, “I don’t think so.”

“50!”

“49!”

“48!”

“You’ve been avoiding me for weeks. I’m not letting you walk away…”

“40!”

She blushed when he moved closer.

“I’ll say this again.” Natsu said caressing her cheek lovingly. “You’re the number one girl in my life.”

“35!”

“34!”

“33!”

“That kiss was not a mistake.” He said.

“25!”

“24!”

“I’ll never let you go.”

“21!”

“20!”

His lips were pressed against hers, and she moaned when he wasted no time in slipping his tongue in her mouth. Lucy moved her hands around his neck, and then settled for playing with his rosy-colored locks.

He grinned, pulling her close before nipping her lips.

“10!”

They pulled away briefly.

Natsu looked into her eyes. “I love you, Luce.”

This time, she didn’t look away.

“I love you too, Natsu.”

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

She learned it was alright to be selfish one in a while.

And they kissed once again.

“HAPPY NEW YEARS!”

It was always nice to get a twenty-second head start…

..

..

The End.


So, I’m in a pretty okay mood, so I decided to ask any questions you wanted to ask me. Whether it’d be in the reviews, my fanfiction: burning-skylight, or even my skype: hazyblu. I’ll answer basically everyone’s questions, personal or not, (even the question: who do you hate?).

Anyway, I hope all of you have a blessed Christmas, and I hope to hear from you all soon. (:

~Burning-Skylight

day ii: fairy tale

for: marichat week 2.0
prompt: fairy tale +  “i was as hollow and empty as the spaces between stars”

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Marinette is so focused on staring at Adrien throughout the day that she even forgets to be clumsy; she is as surefooted as her alter ego and she gets through the entire morning without dropping a single thing.

It’s been more than twelve hours, but the dream still clings to her like a stubborn stain. She remembers the sweet thrill of looking at Chat and seeing Adrien; she recalls the certainty and the lightheaded swoop of happiness in her stomach.

But the realization, the exact moment…She can’t get that back.

Adrien is nothing like Chat. The two boys are worlds apart.

How could her sleep-drunk self ever have thought otherwise?

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