burning taste buds

Bangtang Kisses: Jimin

Here you go anon! I hope you like it and that it was what you wanted!

Here are the links to some scenarios with Jin and Suga.

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF my god. And smut :)

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Coffee mornings:

“Hot…” Jimin mumbled next to you, his nose scrunched and tongue out to relieve the sight burn of his taste buds.

“Careful,” you warned as you blew the steam seeping from your drink, wafting the soothing aroma of roasted coffee and hazelnut through the air. You raised the cup to your lips, taking a sip. The hot drink soothed your throat and warmed your body, releasing the tiny knots in your muscles, relaxing you. 

“Is it good?” he asked, and you nodded, taking another sip. 

“That’s good,” he hummed and leaned in to kiss you, his soft lips warming your body more than any cup of coffee ever could. 

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During a late night talk:

“Do you know what constellation that is?” he asked as you two sat on your rooftop deck, you between his legs, his arms cozily placed around you, gazing at the sprinkled night sky in front of you. 

“No…how would I know?’ you replied tugging his arms tighter around you. The slight breeze that hung in the air made you a bit chilly. 

“Really Jagi?” he teased and pressed his lips on the back of your head. “I can’t believe you don’t know!” 

“What is it then?” you turned your head to look at him, brows furrowed. 

“It’s a constellation of us,” he smiled, tracing his hands up and down your arm. 

“My God Park Jimin,” you laughed and slapped his hands away, causing him to laugh too. 

“What? You don’t like it?” he chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around you, placing a small kiss on your forehead. “Because I like it…” he spoke, kissing your nose and making his way towards your lips. “…Y/n…” his voice sang, and his playful mood shifted: his eyes soft and breath warm against your lips. “I love you so much,” he whispered, kissing you gently, slowly and sweetly.

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After a shower:

“What Jagi?” he looked at you, puzzled as he dried his hair. 

“…Nothing,” you said, turning your eyes back onto your phone, trying to distract yourself from the water droplets running down his exposed chest, abs and towards his v-line. 

“Okay,” he laughed and turned around, rummaging through the drawer for something to wear and you silently cursed at the sight before you. His toned back glistened and strong arms slightly flexed as he pulled out the drawers. 

“Are you sure you don’t need anything?” He turned back to look at you and you quickly tried to distract yourself again. 

“M-hm,” you muttered. You knew he was tired, the bags under his eyes practically begged for sleep, but your mind and needy body couldn’t help but feel excited at the way your boyfriend looked. 

“Really…?” he asked and you felt a dip at the end of the bed. “Because I’m pretty sure I can help you with whatever problem you’re having,” he kneeled before you, smirking as he ran his hands up your legs. You pressed your thighs harder together-he certainly wasn’t making it easy for you to relax. 

“C’mon jagi,” he cooed, licking his lips and pried your thighs apart. You were still fully clothed in shorts and a t-shirt, but you felt naked in his hungry eyes. He placed himself between your open legs, pressing his toned body against yours and you rocked your hips to the hot sensation. His hands wandered up your shirt, lifting it over you but still covering your eyes and slightly pinning your hands above your head. “Don’t move your hands, jagi,” he ordered, kissing up your neck, sucking at your skin, making his way along your jawline and stopping at your lips. “I think your eyes have been naughty enough today.  

Originally posted by jimiyoong

anonymous asked:

Okay so I personally have sensory issues and i was wondering if you could write HCs of Richie having some sensory issues and like maybe him liking Eddie to lay on top of him for weight cuz it feels nice and stuff like that (omg does that make sense?)

Hi I absolutely love this idea!! It took me a while to answer because I was trying to research it in order to get it right. I hope this is all accurate!

- From when he was really little, Richie dealt with sensory processing issues. He was hyposensitive to touch, hearing, and taste. This means that he often under responds to stimulation.

- Because the sensory processing of his muscles is slow, he often has bad posture. He usually also prefers leaning on things when he’s sitting and standing.

- Richie is a total sensory craver, and wants a lot of stimulation all the time.

- Because of this, he loves touching people. The other Losers know that Richie’s impaired sense of personal space isn’t really in his control, and that by touching others and receiving that back, it’s a sense of comfort for him.

- Beverly will give him loads of hugs, Bill will high five him, Eddie will hold his hand when walking, and Mike will sometimes even carry this kid piggy back (especially since he’s still so lanky and thin, he’s not so hard to pick up).

- It gets better as he gets older, but Richie often bumps into things without realizing. When he’s younger he also had some trouble keeping track of his limbs, especially as he grew and got taller.

- Richie is very fidgety and has trouble staying in place a lot. Running around and being active helps him get a lot of energy out, so when he joins the track team in high school it’s really beneficial for him in dealing with his hyperactivity. 

- Richie also sleeps with a weighted blanket that also helps him deal with his hyperactivity. Any time he sleeps over at one of the Losers’ houses, he brings it.

- One time he made Eddie sleep on top of him because he forgot his blanket and Eddie didn’t have that many blankets for Richie to sleep under. At first Eddie was confused and thought Richie was fucking with him, but then he saw how much it comforted him and now Eddie loves doing it. Sometimes Richie will forget his blanket on purpose.

- He’s also a total thrill seeker. He drives his car fast, loves going on roller coasters, and it’s part of the reason he gets himself beat up– he has trouble controlling his mouth because he doesn’t think he’s scared of being beat up by the Bowers gang

- Another part of why he isn’t as scared is because he under responds to the feeling of pain. When he gets hurt, he feels it, but not as much as others would. To him it’s not that big a deal.

- Richie shakes his legs and hands all the time. It annoys the shit out of Stan. Sometimes Eddie will hold them to stop them from shaking, which Richie is really thankful for. 

- He loves really spicy and sour food because for him a lot of the time, food tastes more mild. Eddie has to make him stop eating Warheads because he’s burning the taste buds on his tongue and doesn’t even notice.

- Richie loves loud music and always blasts music at home and in his car. Concerts are his absolute favorite place in the world.

- Richie has a tradition with Eddie in which Eddie reads their school reading books aloud to him. Sometimes Richie loses his place when reading, so it’s a bit difficult to him. He’s able to focus better when Eddie’s reading to him, so they always enjoy acting scenes out and reading together.

- Richie never really gets treated for his SPD, but as he gets older he learns what’s more acceptable behavior and it gets easier for him to deal with it!

GREY AREA. (M) | 04

And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

“and maybe sometimes we shout the things we never want to say, and whisper to ourselves all the things which our hearts want to hear.” - ma.c.a

pairing: min yoongi x reader
warnings: mature, heavy angst
genre: soulmate!au, slowburn
words: 7,362
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The next day you found yourself sitting on the wooden bleachers that were found in the dance studio. A place that seemed to become more familiar to you the more often you visited. Which, wasn’t frequently enough.





A book sits in your hands, and no matter how hard you try to pay attention to it, it is no match for what is occurring a few feet in front of you.


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Animal Shelter;

Originally posted by ew-wonho

Summary: You always end up going to the animal shelter to see the dogs whenever you’re stressed or overwhelmed and the cute worker there has taken a notice 

Disclaimer: All the things that are mentioned in this are words of fiction aka it’s not real. I’ve literally just made this up and as always credits to @ew-wonho for the gif

Members: Hoseok from MONSTA X  x female reader

Rating: Fluff

Words: 741

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Brady Skjei #1 - Off Day

Anon asked: Hey, could you do a NYR one (Brady skjei maybe??) where him and the reader are hanging around NYC on an off day?? 

This one has been finished for a few hours dear anon, but my computer was acting up and wouldn’t let me upload it. The storyline itself is based vaguely off of my recent trip to New York. I hope you enjoy it! 


The Rangers had put up a tough fight against the Canadiens in the first round of the playoffs and ultimately it had been enough. You were fortunate enough that it had been a home game and thus allowed you to be there to congratulate your boyfriend Brady Skjei in person. Clinching the win in game six instead of seven gave the two of you an extra day to be together before he had to leave again to face the Senators. You planned to put that extra time to good use.

Your day started as few did recently, by sleeping in. It was the smell of what you hoped were pancakes that lured you from your sleep and notified you that the bed beside you was empty. Judging by how the sheets were still warm he couldn’t have been up for long. You begrudgingly left the warmth of your bed and slipped on one of Brady’s sweatshirts before meeting him in the kitchen. The small television on the counter was playing the news and added to the overall feeling of “home” that radiated from the room.

He nudged a mug towards you without looking up from the stove and you readily took it. You blamed Brady for your coffee dependence seeing as he was the reason you were prone to getting up earlier than needed.

You raised the mug to your lips just as Brady said, “careful it’s really hot.”

It was too late and you burned the roof of your mouth and tongue on the drink. You forced yourself to swallow it and let out a breath, “more of a warning next time would be great babe.”

He quirked an eyebrow, “I tried to but I know nothing gets in the way of you and your coffee. One of these days you’ll wait for it to properly cool.”

“Not likely,” you placed the mug on the counter and crossed your arms, “waiting is for the weak.”

“Yeah okay. Tell that to me when you can’t taste anything because you’ve burned your taste buds off.”

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Monday Morning

Nick Amaro Imagine Series

Imagine: Nick is interested in the new detective, it’s the Monday after the weekend of her date. Nick wants to know how the date went.

For the first part: here.

The busy precinct buzzed with chatter. The smell of coffee swirled around the precinct. Everyone was just fighting for their caffeine fix. Nick was never a fan of the coffee at the precinct, so he got up extra early that morning. He stopped by his favorite cafe and bought a cup of coffee for himself, and a cup for Serena. Sure, it was a really nice thing to do, but he’s not going to lie and say he doesn’t have an ulterior motive. What was a better way of striking up a conversation, than offering a cup of coffee?

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anonymous asked:

Shallura drabble prompt: Shiro introducing Allura to food on Earth? (Like maybe bubble tea or pizza something.)

“Where do you want to sit?”

What?” Allura shouted, peeking over her shoulder at Shiro.

He chuckled, resting his hand on the small of her back as he leaned down, cheek brushing her hair. “Where would you like to sit?”

She grabbed Shiro’s hand, leading him over to a pair of plastic chairs at a table in the far corner. “It’s louder than a Bolgogian Nunvillary in here,” she said as they settled in, their knees brushing under the table. 

“I’d blame the teenagers at the counter,” Shiro chuckled, “So, are you ready?”

Allura took a sharp breath. “Yes.” She laid her hands flat on the table, staring down at her drink with purpose. “So. Boba. Is this a traditional drink for your people? From- Japan?”

Shiro tried to hold back his laughter as Allura blinked at him expectantly. “It’s more popular than traditional- and I think it’s from Taiwan originally. But I don’t want to tell you anything else, just try it.” 

Allura tucked some loose locks behind her ears, nodding solemnly. With great ceremony she took a sip from her bubble tea. “Hm- oh!” Her eyes flew open, a hand reaching up to her mouth. “It popped!” Allura giggled, taking another sip and savoring the new sensation. “Shiro, take a sip- it’s delicious!”

“Here, try some of mine-” Shiro traded cups with a smile, unable to fight her infectious laugh. “That has tapioca in it, it’s kind of chewy.” 

Allura nodded, apparently taking mental notes as she chewed methodically. “Now that I think about it, we have something similar to this on Altea. Except you have to let it steep for at least twenty two hours, or it could burn off your taste buds-” Shiro leaned back in his seat, his lips pressing into a smile as heat began to pool in his chest. After a minute she caught his eye with a sharp look, putting down her drink to ask, “Are you okay? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Shiro leaned forward in his chair with a grin. “I just didn’t realize how amazing it would be to see you on Earth.”

Allura tried to frown at him but her lips curled obstinately upward as color rose to her cheeks. “Well,” she said, drawing close to him, “I’m glad I came. The tea is great-”

Shiro scoffed but folded his hand over hers, smiling as their lips met softly.

Catch Me (PP)

Summary: Peter doesn’t show up at school and the day just gets worse.
Words: 1875

Warnings: Attempted Suicide + Homecoming spoilers

Backpack straps were gripped tightly in her cold hands. The subway was late - she was going to be late. This was not what was worrying her. What was worrying her was that Peter still wasn’t here. They always met at the subway after one day when Pete hadn’t had enough money, Y/N had graciously paid for him. Since then they had been friends. Never close but she worried about him, he could be a bit of a scatter brain.

When the doors opened to the cart and there was still no Peter she let out a sigh and stepped inside. So much for tradition. She gripped the pole above her head. All the seats were taken and, although she hated it, she was forced to stand. She had a horrible fear that she would be thrown to the ground if she stood, her knuckles as she gripped the metal bar and the train began to move.

Walking up the steps to Midtown Highschool was a lonely adventure, one that was normally filled with Peter’s gleeful chatter about something science was now just the chatter of other students. She walked to her locker and exchange her books from the weekend’s homework for the first period. She turned and walked miserably to her home room.

At lunch time she sat at her usual table alone. She normally ate alone, Peter always sat with Ned and her and Ned weren’t really friends and it always made things awkward. She was just unwrapping her sandwich when two trays were placed down in front of her.

“Where’s Peter?” She looked up to come face to face with Michelle and Ned. Michelle was glaring at her - she obviously got dragged into this by Ned - and Ned had a hopeful look in his eyes. He had obviously concluded that the girl Peter was so obsessed with would know.
“How the hell am I supposed to know?” She was now glaring at the both of them for ruining her normal lunch. All she wanted was one normal day, was that so much to ask? Peter came with a lot of abnormalities but after a while, she had learnt to deal with.

“Because Peter always talks about you so he must have told you where he went.”
“Look all I know is that Peter wasn’t on the subway today and he wasn’t in homeroom either. Now could you please leave me alone.” Rather than making like a river and running away, both of them took a seat at the table and stared at her.

They must have come to the conclusion that she wasn’t telling the whole truth - and she wasn’t. Sometime during the second period, she had gotten a strange message from Aunt May asking her to collect work for Peter and that he would explain the next time they saw each other. But she wasn’t about to tell Ned - Peter’s best friend - that Peter’s Aunt had trusted her more - a random girl Peter walked home with  - than him.

She slowly took a bite of her sandwich, staring straight at them, her unfocused pupils kept glancing to the side. she was praying body language would communicate that she wanted them to leave seeing as words had done nothing. she slumped in her seat, leaning back and folding her arms. When they didn’t leave after about five minutes she picked up her tray and went to throw away her trash. If they couldn’t catch a drift then she would just simply leave.

Two pairs of footsteps hurried up behind her as she tried to escape the lunch room.
“Look, we’re sorry for bothering you, We just to see if maybe you wanted to be friends seeing as you are friends with Peter who is also our friend.” She swivelled round to glance at Michelle who was cringing at Ned’s use of words.
“You mean you wanted to see if she wanted to be friends, I’m just here because you promised me a book.”
“You were the one that said she had good taste and you would rather hang out with her than Peter.”
“Look, I don’t need friends, what I need is to be left alone.” She took a sharp turn to the right, heels clicked against the floor as she exited the cafeteria to go to her next class, she was ten minutes early but maybe she could get some alone to try and put her world back on its axis.

***

Her finger nails tapped anxiously against the table top as she stared at the clock, the minutes ticking by far too slowly for her impatient mind. When the bell rang she bolted out of the class room, rushing to miss the after school stampede. Hurrying out the gate, she set out for the long walk home. The subway had never really appealed to her, she only took it in the morning as she could never get up early enough to walk to school. She would much rather walk home, it was one of the few things her and Peter agreed on.

With earphones shoved in her ears and a back pack full of school books and homework, she started the long walk through queens to her apartment building. she took a detour to the sandwich shop that Peter always went to with her. She stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed the closed sign on the door. What the hell was happening today? First Peter missing school, then Aunt May contacting her. After that Michelle and Ned tried to befriend her, even her teachers had been calling her out to answer questions in class. She never got called on for the simple reason that she always had the answer and occasionally even provided them wrong.

Something had messed with the world she lived in, she felt like everything was falling apart. The sandwich shop never closed, it was even open on Sunday’s and Christmas. She seemed even more annoyed than before and couldn’t seem to move, she just stared at the closed sign with her unblinking eyes and agape mouth. She couldn’t seem to look away.

An unsettling feeling settled around her as she took cautious steps home. She was constantly looking over her shoulder and kept clear of her usual short cuts of the city. She would only ever take them with Peter, they were dodgy back routes that reeked trouble if one were in isolation. Safety in numbers she had told Peter when she found out he had been using them on his own at night and warned him not to do it again.

The summer air seemed to cool drastically as if someone had turned the heat off. She quickly sped up, walking quickly to get out of the run-down part of Queens. When she picked up on a pair of footsteps behind her she stopped abruptly - the sound ceasing as well. As soon as she had realised the person had stopped with her to avoid being detected she broke into a full blown sprint. Dodging lamppost and letterboxes, never caring to glance behind her - it would only slow her down and she didn’t need that right now. She could hear the thunder of his footsteps and feel the wind through the thin material of her shirt of his fingers ghosting her back every time he lunged for her. She could taste his acidic scent that burned her taste buds. Clouds of hot air fogged around her mouth with each sharp quick breath she breathed out.

Then it all stopped. the footsteps behind her came to a halt and she willed herself to slow down look behind her. She was met with an empty street. An empty street that she didn’t recognize. The crushing feeling of being trapped over whelmed her and she couldn’t move. The fist of fear clenched her muscles causes her whole body to stiffen and freeze. Somehow during the chase, she had missed a turn and now she was right where the person who had been following her wanted.

She took small tentative steps back the way she came - constantly looking over her shoulder and to the side to detect any strange behaviour. When she turned her head back to look at where she was going she almost ran straight into an adult man.

“Mr Toomes? What are you doing here?” The greying hair and wrinkled face of Liz Allen’s father shocked the young girl in the dimly lit part of Queens. A sinister smile graced his feature as he took a step towards the young girl, his hand resting a tight grip on her shoulder - keeping her in place. Pulling something from his pocket just before the heaviness of anaesthesia took over her senses.

***

Her eyes opened, squinting at the burning of the fluorescent lights above her head. Damp and dust filled her nostrils as she took in deep, heavy, fatigued breaths. Her Body felt as if it weighed a ton as the weight of the anaesthetic pulled at her muscles and prevented her from sitting up. She managed to drag her hand up to shadow her eyes. After a few minutes of lying like that, she managed to push herself up against the wall behind and tried to swallow the heaviness in her throat. She was trying to recollect where she was but she had no memory of how she got here or of the moments leading up to this moment. she couldn’t seem to push the fog from her mind - not until she heard the voice of Adrian Toomes flowing freely through her ears.

She didn’t catch much of his conversation, the words not making a logical order in her drugged brain.  Drowsily she pushed herself up to a standing position, leaning feebly against the wall as she limped to the only exit in the room - the window. Her numb legs wouldn’t seem to move quickly or adequately as she stumbled along to the window - trying to get out of there as soon as possible.

Her hands shook as she unlatched the window and stepped out onto the ledge. She wasn’t thinking - she was feeling either. She was responding. Her gut telling her what to do and the eminent danger seemed to reek from the room and now standing out on the ledge in the fresh air, her brain began to work for the first time. The realisation of what she was about to do seized her chest.        

There was no one coming to save her, there was no mighty hero in a metal suit or spandex - no one was going to get her out of this - this was the end. She had a choice - take fate into her own hands or face the horrors inside the room behind her. when the sound of a door opening behind her caught her attention, she made her decision.  

Spinning around so that she would have to watch the pavement draw nearer she took a step backwards and let herself fall. Her body dropping to the pavement.

Decide how this ends:
- Peter saves you

- You hit the pavement

OTP Questions All Fills for 1500 Followers.

Here are all the fills from the OTP questions submitted to celebrate 1500 followers. These are always a heap of fun to write as well as a challenge, but I do hope that you guys also enjoy sharing in my crazy headcanons for this pairing.

Thank you to everyone who has commented, liked, reblogged, requested and read these little ficlets/drabbles. You guys are all so amazing and it is such an honour to be part of this wonderful, supportive, embracing community.

Bughead kisses to you all.

Originally posted by thetravelena

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The Color of Evil and the Taste of Good [The Host]

[eternal screaming]. I DON’T KNOW. I lingered on the pain more than I should have.

But for the happiness, we needed something short, something sappy and warm. IDK THO.


EDIT; [MORE SCREAMING] I FORGOT TO GIVE IT A NAME


Inspiration;

               Lazy Writing Prompt #335            

Write about the color of pain and the taste of happiness.



I just had to because prompts and I love describing things in a way they shouldn’t be.

My cat was constantly interrupting me tho, demands of being pet and licking my arm. She’s crazy. But I love my kitty.



WARNINGS: Abuse, manipulation, anxiety warnings[?], descriptions of pain


tagging; @reverseblackholeofwords [cause im a ho for attention, but honestly because this host is based off of her hostie]


and @lazy-writing-prompts [since I used your prompt]



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Some people wonder what the color of pain looked like.


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anonymous asked:

8, 9, and 13 please

Thanks for these asks Nonnie!

(Now I couldn’t do one of these OTP question challenges and not have some domestic Bughead with a side of dad!Jughead in there could I? So here it is in answer 9.)


8.  Who likes to eat spicy food?


She pushed the container towards him, and his eyes met hers with disapproval.


“Betts I am not about to damage my most delicate and precious tastebuds with your crazy food.” It was their first night in their apartment and Betty had managed to convince him to get indian food as their first meal to share in their new home.


“It’s not that bad.” She placed another forkful in her mouth and delighted in the way the taste danced along her tastebuds, as if it was lighting them up. She took a sip of her lassi to quell the heat before taking another bite. Jughead watched her in awe. He couldn’t even smell her food without it burning the inside of his nostrils prompting him to cough and choke to remove the sensation. As if something foreign was trying to invade his body and his body was defending itself against it.


Betty on the other hand loved her spicy food, the hotter the better. He could remember a few times when he had gone to steal food from her plate only to be met with an intense heat that seemed to burn across his taste buds, leaving them screaming in pain while he gulped down water to try and ease the pain, while Betty giggled at him, telling him that that was what he got for stealing others food.


“I don’t know how you can do it.” He watched her as she ate, a slight blush to her cheeks in reaction to the food.


“Guess when it comes to spicy cuisine I have a stronger stomach than you.” She smiled proudly.


“And that,” He wrapped his arm around her pressing a kiss to her blushed cheek “Is why you are my girl.”


9.  Who is the one who kills the bugs?

“Daddy!” He came rushing into the room at the sound of his daughter’s high pitched scream. She was in her bed, her covers pulled high under her chin. Her eyes fixated on the creature at the opposite side of her room. He followed the direction of her gaze to the fluttering insect that was seemingly trying to get inside her desk lamp. “It’s a monster Daddy.” She told him, pulling the covers tighter around her. He smiled to himself at his daughter’s imagination and wondered if he was the same when he was smaller.

He sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes glancing to him for a second as the bed moved under his weight before carefully tracking the moth once again. He put his hand on her leg, an attempt to comfort her and she dropped the cover slightly.

“It’s a moth, Emily.” She eyed him warily, pausing and thinking over the word.

“What’s a moth? Is it a monster? Do they bite?” She was so full of questions at this age. It kept him and Betty on their toes trying to answer what at times seemed like impossible questions that came from her inquisitive mind. He moved up the bed to pull her into a cuddle.

“They don’t bite and I guess they are kind of like a butterfly, that only comes out at night.” Her eyes met his as if searching for whether he was being untrue to her and he gave her a slight nod.

“I like butterflies.”

“I know you do.” He got up from the bed and approached the moth that was still fluttering wildly at the brightest light source in the room. “How about we let this guy go outside? It’s too small for him in here.” Emily nodded eagerly as she climbed out of her bed. She moved over to the window, as Jughead moved his hands gently over the insect to catch it in his hands. He moved slowly over to window, which was now open, the cool air filtering through. Emily watched him carefully. Her eyes glued to his clasped hands and what was inside them. “Get ready to close the window when I let him go okay? We don’t want him getting stuck again do we?” Emily nodded her eyes never leaving his hands, but her hand rested on the window. Jughead placed his hands outside the window and let go. He pulled back as Emily closed the window and they both watched as the moth flew back and landed on the window for a while. Emily examined it’s every movement, placing her finger up against the glass and moving it away suddenly when the insect took flight to find another source of light.

He looked down at Emily who gave him a bright smile in return. “Can you tuck me in again?”

“Sure.” She hopped into her bed and he brought the covers up snuggled under her chin as she clasped the worn soft toy rabbit against her chest, a gift from FP, as he pressed a kiss against her forehead. “Good night Emily. Sleep tight.”

“And don’t let the bed bugs bite.” She finished their night time goodbye, before snuggling further down into the warmth of her bed as Jughead turned the lamp off and left the room, glancing back to watch her in her bed before making his way back down to the lounge.

Betty was still collapsed on the couch feeding Hannah as Jughead sat down next to her. Still feeling lucky every day to have the family he did, the family he had always wanted.

13.  Who would go and do something stupid for $20.00?

The three of them stood outside Thornhill Manor, the creepy old house on the hill where the Blossoms lived. There were so many stories about that house and the ghosts that haunted the halls and the gardens that it was hard to know where they had orginally come from, and if any of them were actually true. They looked beyond the gate at the tall house, dark and mysterious. If there was ever a haunted house in a horror movie it would look exactly like this.

“I dare you 20 bucks to ring the doorbell Jughead.” Archie Andrews piped up breaking the silence. Jughead looked at him as if he had lost his mind.

“No way.” He shook his head and started to move away from the gate. Not wanting to participate in one of Archie’s stupid ideas.

“Are you chicken?” Archie taunted.

“No.” Jughead spun around to face him. “Why don’t you do it?”

“I asked you first.” Archie retorted his 12 year old self unable to come up with a better retort.

“I’ll do it.” Betty said, as both boys spun around to face her, their mouths slightly ajar. She hated the way sometimes they didn’t include her in their stupid bets just cause she was a girl. Anything they could do, she could.

“You wouldn’t do it.” Archie said over his shoulder, which caused Betty to put her hands on her hips and stalk up to him, leaving millimetres between their noses.

“Pay up and find out.” Archie sighed and pulled out the note, she went to grab it and he pulled it back.

“You have to do it first.” His face was smug as he indicated to the manor. Betty just moved towards the gate and tightened her ponytail, before pushing the gate open. She flinched a little as it creaked at the movement before she continued her path to the front door.

She gulped as her gaze drifted to the graveyard at the other side of the property, the large barn just beyond it, her imagination drifting to what they could keep in there. Would they put her in there if they caught her? She made the steps up to the front door her finger outstretched, taking a deep breath before she made contact with the button.

“DUNG DUNG” A loud, thunderous sound filled the home and Betty stood there shocked for a moment before she could then hear movement inside and she turned and ran for the gate, where her two friends were still staring at her dumbstruck.

“Run.” She shouted at them as she got closer, Archie started moving at the sound of her voice his athleticism helping him as he was soon a fair distance down the road. She grabbed Jughead by his shirt as she past him urging him to move with her as she could hear a voice shouting behind her, something about those damn kids. But the adrenaline kept her legs pumping fast underneath her as she and Jughead caught up to Archie closer to their homes. They were all bent over trying to re-catch their breaths as well as holding in the nervous laughter produced by the adrenaline running through them.

“Pay up Archie.” She managed to get out through her uneven breaths and he slapped the note into her hand.

“Well deserved Betty, that was awesome.” Archie grinned at her and Jughead noticed the blush that spread across her cheeks as he did so. “So what are you going to spend the money on.”

“Well I was thinking some Pop’s milkshakes for all of us.” She put her arms over both of her friends shoulders as they laughed and made their way to have a victory milkshake at Pop’s.

@wemketherules - continued from x.

“No wine, got it. I didn’t think you turned away alcohol, I’m shocked.”

Glenn slowly set down the never opened case of dark red wine, his eyes narrowing in on the next set of items scattered within the abandoned shelves of the Walgreens they’d stumbled across. It’d been awhile since they’d found an area surrounding Alexandria that hadn’t been ransacked and gutted for all of the items within, so it was more than pleasant for Glenn and Abraham to get their share of personal items as well as items needed for the group. Glenn had already snagged a few unopened packages of cookies, for his pregnant wife’s sake, and a case of orange soda for Tara. His eyes immediately flickered to a large bottle with what seemed to be filled with a dark gold colored liquid. The label, alone, sent shivers up and down Glenn’s spine in disgust. 

“What about this guy? This looks it could burn all of my taste buds to shreds, this has got to be something you’d like.”

II.

(12 fics)

1Bathroom fun (1K)

Louis starts pulling Harry’s head back by yanking hard on his hair, and sucks a big bruise on his neck right where everyone can see it. Harry groans very loudly.
“You are so hot like this.” Louis says. “So hot.”

Or the one where Louis rides Harry in a bathtub.

2. Wanna Ask You If You Love Me But I Don’t Wanna Seem So Weak (Baby I’ve Been California Dreaming) (3K)

They stop walking, feet in the cooling sand with silent chatter around them. When Louis rips his eyes from the group of people in the distance (he swears he can see Zayn smiling and playing his guitar) he finds Harry’s eyes on his. They’re not as bright as the sun made them out to be just a while ago. He thinks of the green beer bottles that he has shattered on his living room floor; some lying under his bed.

“Hey, you were twelve. I was thirteen, we were figuring ourselves out. It didn’t have to be with each other.”

“I would have liked it to,” Harry counters glumly like he honest-to-God regrets running out of Louis’ room all those years ago. He shrugs because he’s not sure if asking Harry if they can try kissing one last time is appropriate.

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The worst moments in life
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  1. Not getting a text back.
  2. “I’m fine.”
  3. Cancelled plans.
  4. Having a great day, only to have it ruined by someone.
  5. Burning your taste buds.
  6. Feeling sick and tired.
  7. “I’m sorry, what was your name again?”
  8. Not getting enough sleep.
  9. Turning the radio station to the end of a good song.
  10. Being ignored by people you cared about.
  11. Feeling alone in a room full of people.
  12. Failing on a test you studied so hard for.
  13. Crying yourself to sleep.
  14. Not being missed.
  15. Being replaced.
His & Hers

It has seriously been so long since I’ve written something, I don’t even know how to feel. The request by @itschildofthefairies has finally been written! All credits go to her, though I wish I was brilliant enough to have her ideas. This was initially supposed to be a Zervis one-shot, but I can’t stop writing Nalu, okay? Spare me just this one, please, haha. Please, enjoy this one-shot, everyone! ~ (Also can be read here.)

Summary: Maybe bringing Lucy to his apartment wasn’t the best idea… Or was it?


If Natsu had only one word to describe his life, average would be the last word to enter his mind.

Absolutely nothing about Natsu was average. For starters, he had pink hair. Secondly, he always had a plain white scarf wrapped around his neck—even in the summer. And if that wasn’t enough, he had an introvert brother that nobody actually knew was introverted in the first place.

And regrettably, starting today Natsu was going to add another thing to his list. Well, maybe not as regrettably as he first thought; he was bringing a girl home for the first time.

Natsu was one hundred percent certain he was going to win the bet he made with Lucy. But before he even realized it, he found himself declaring his defeat and promising that he’ll be Lucy’s chef for their date at his apartment.

The thought of taking Lucy home wasn’t as nerve-wracking as he assumed it was going to be; however, after remembering that he was also going to be there as well, Natsu’s anxiety level subtly began to quiver. She was going to meet the real side of him.

“Earth to Natsu? What are you thinking about?” Lucy hauled him out of his thoughts as they headed to the apartment complex.

“Nothing,” he responded a bit too quickly. He suppressed a wince at the scowl she shot at him. “Can you stop walking for a minute?”

Their synchronized steps came to a stop. Lucy uneasily stared at him until she became too impatient with his silence.

“Don’t you dare tell me you’re cancelling our dinner date!” she commanded.

“I’m not, I’m not!” he insisted. “But there’s something—wait, I mean, someone I want to warn you about.”

“Who?” she frowned, folding her arms across her chest. “You’ve already told me that Happy can be a mess during dinner. Don’t worry, I’m prepared for him. I even brought my own—”

“That’s not it,” he interrupted her with a rejecting shake of his head. “When we get to my apartment, try not to pay too much attention to my brother, alright?”

“What’s wrong with Zeref?” she questioned with her unfaltering frown.

“Zeref is different at home than he is in public,” he explained cautiously. “Just try not to talk to him too much, okay? Pretend he’s not even home.”

Natsu was able to see a flicker of confusion and second flicker of adamancy in Lucy’s eyes for half a second. Yet after blinking a couple of times, she nodded with a deep breath.

“Fine. I’ll do my best,” she stated evenly.

“Thanks,” Natsu sighed out in relief while beckoning her to resume walking with him. “So, what’s on the menu tonight?”

“You’re the loser chef, aren’t you?” Lucy teased.

“It’s Gray’s fault I lost the bet!” he proclaimed. “If it weren’t for him, I would have definitely been able to hold my breath the longest! He made me laugh just so I could lose, I’m sure of it.”

“That’s what they all say,” she giggled in amusement. “I guess I’ll help you cook a little.”

Natsu beamed in satisfaction, but after glancing at his apartment complex getting closer with each step, he pressed his lips into a tight, thin line. He had no idea what he was going to be met with once he unlocked the front door. Perhaps Zeref finally decided it’s time for a change and decided to explore Magnolia for the rest of day.

“Yeah, right,” Natsu muttered under his breath, hiking up the stairs to the second floor. “Alright, Luce, you ready to see where I live?”

“Of course!” she replied excitedly behind him.

Now Natsu was beginning to feel timid. His lousy two bedroom apartment was surely nothing compared to her luxurious home. Though, that didn’t mean he was going to feel ashamed for where he lived.

“Welcome to my home,” he proudly presented, pushing open the door and allowing her inside.

“It’s so much cleaner than I expected!” Lucy gasped with large eyes. “I didn’t think you would be able to keep an apartment this clean!”

“Zeref does all the cleaning,” Natsu admitted while scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

“Where is he?” she asked, her voice softer than before, as though she felt too afraid to ask.

“In his room, as always,” he responded smoothly. “Come, follow me.”

Lucy tried not to allow her eyes to linger on Zeref’s closed bedroom door for too long, but she couldn’t keep herself from wondering—just how different was he at home? He seemed pretty normal in public; how much different could he be?

“So, what do you have that you can cook for me?” she inquired when she had taken a seat at one of the bar stools in the kitchen.

“Let’s see,” Natsu hummed to himself, wandering to the fridge and sticking his head inside of it. “We have some chicken and some sandwich I forgot to eat. Looks like Zeref forgot to eat his, too. Oh, this is where my hot sauce went!”

“Why would you have hot sauce in the fridge?” Lucy snorted.

“Happy probably put it in there,” he shrugged, taking out the chicken as he closed the fridge. “Guess we’re having chicken, then?”

“Guess so,” she returned a slight shrug with a faint smile. “Let’s get started!”

Despite Natsu being the chef for the day, Lucy couldn’t help but be the sous chef for the day along with him. Something about Natsu handling raw poultry made her far more worried than she should be. She wasn’t able to fight the urge to help him out, either.

“Not that much pepper!” she exclaimed once they began seasoning the chicken.

“Why not? It’ll be tastier this way,” he falsely guaranteed, using a tablespoon instead of a teaspoon.

“I don’t want to burn off my taste buds,” she countered, “either put half a teaspoon, or nothing at all.”

“Fine,” he obliged with a mumble. Lucy gave a content smile, rewarding him with a pat on the shoulder.

It wasn’t until Natsu had started frying the chicken when he noticed the time. It was almost evening—also the time Zeref came out of his room.

“Natsu, the chicken won’t be fully cooked if you keep messing with it,” Lucy scolded at his unnecessary and frequent pokes. “Give it some time, will you?”

“I want to get this chicken cooked before he—”

Natsu wasn’t able to finish his sentence due to the creak of a bedroom door. Gentle footsteps were the sole noise in the dead silent apartment. Natsu held his breath as he cast a look over his shoulder.

“H-Hey, Zeref!” Lucy spoke once the raven-haired teen silently stood at the counter. “How are you?”

It didn’t take long for an awkward silence to flood inside the kitchen. Natsu was grateful for the chicken’s popping and sizzling.

“What are you making?” Zeref asked, not realizing he ignored Lucy’s question.

“Chicken,” Natsu answered plainly. “There are sandwiches in the fridge if you’re hungry.”

“But those are old,” Zeref opposed, his gaze falling to the chicken with eyes hinting what he wanted.

Lucy was moments away from offering some pieces of their chicken, yet she didn’t get the chance to after Zeref started to take a step.

“The chicken is going to burn,” he stated, taking quick strides to the stove.

“Zeref, don’t!” Natsu shouted while swiftly trying to reach for the tongs faster than him.

Natsu was only met with air as Zeref snatched the tongs from the counter and flipped the chicken on its other side. One touch was all it took.

Lucy and Natsu shared a grimace, watching Zeref reveal an entirely burnt side of chicken. Natsu inhaled deeply—ready to burst out his anger—but Lucy stopped him by placing a gentle hand on his arm.

“I didn’t mean to do this,” Zeref said quietly.

“It’s fine!” Lucy replied with a reassuring smile. “It’s our fault for not watching the chicken properly.”

“We would have been able to, if it weren’t for you,” Natsu glared at Zeref. “You know what you do at home, so why did you still do it?”

Zeref’s charcoal eyes flicked from Lucy and Natsu several times. “I didn’t think—”

“Well, you should,” Natsu cut him off sharply.

Tension began to grow between the three teens as they stared blankly at one another for a couple of seconds. Immediately, the air felt like the life had been sucked out of it. Lucy knew she wasn’t imagining the dull aura Zeref was surrounded by. With each passing second, it felt as though the kitchen was becoming smaller and smaller, suffocating them.

“Forget it,” Natsu eventually released an aggravated sigh. “Zeref, do us a favor and throw out the chicken. Lucy and I are going out. I’ll be back later.”

Not waiting for a response from Zeref, Natsu lightly took a hold of Lucy’s wrist and brought her outside with him. He closed the door behind them, his hand promptly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sorry about that,” he grumbled. “I should have told Zeref to stay in his room the whole time.”

“The chicken was hardly cooked. How did it burn so fast?” Lucy asked hardly above a whisper.

Natsu let out another heavy sigh, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s go find a place to eat.”

Finding a restaurant as soon as possible due to their empty and growling stomachs, the couple slid into their seats, sitting across one another. Not sure what to say, Lucy stayed silent, swirling her straw in her cup to pass the time. She couldn’t bring herself to speak first.

“Ever since Zeref and I were little, he’s always had this thing,” Natsu began slowly. “We didn’t understand what it was until we realized he needed to go see a doctor.”

“What does he have?” Lucy questioned softly.

“It’s a really long name. I can’t remember it,” he responded with a nonchalant shrug. “But long story short, Zeref kills everything he touches.”

“He what?" her eyes widened, nearly choking on the water she was sipping. "What do you mean?”

“It started off slow,” Natsu explained. “First, the light would start to flicker and the microwave would randomly shut off. Then, the TV would only work if he wasn’t home. And finally, one day, it came all at once.”

“What happened?” she pressed hesitantly, still recovering from choking on her water. “Did your house blow up or something?”

“Wouldn’t that be cool!” he grinned. “Imagine all the fire that would—”

“Natsu, be serious!” she demanded with a roll of her eyes.

“Fine, fine. Anyway,” he cleared his throat, returning to his previous serious tone. “One day, Zeref started killing everything. All the food in the fridge became spoiled in less than an hour. No matter what he did, everything only lasted at least an hour. Food, electronics, and lights—there wasn’t one thing Zeref couldn’t burn or kill.”

“How is that even possible?” Lucy breathed out with disbelief.

“Our parents had some really strange genes,” Natsu gave a second shrug. “I got pink hair, and Zeref got that.”

“Why doesn’t he kill everything in public?” she blurted out her thoughts, not wanting to pry too much.

“The doctors gave him some patches to wear; they start to wear off after an hour. Zeref hates changing them so much, so he only wears them when he has to.”

“That’s why Zeref is always the first one to leave when we’re all together,” she realized as she spoke. “Are the patches uncomfortable?”

“Extremely,” Natsu confirmed with a nod. “They’re worse than my motion sickness patches.”

Lucy cringed in response. She didn’t even want to think about how bad Zeref’s patches must be if they’re worse than Natsu’s patches.

“I told him to wear it once you came over, but I guess he forgot,” Natsu confessed with frustration sounding at the back of his voice. “And since he forgot, he burned the chicken. I wish he could control it already.”

“If Zeref can’t control it, we probably wouldn’t be able to control it either,” she commented.

“Yeah, probably not,” Natsu agreed, twiddling his thumbs under the table. “I get it if you don’t want to come over again, but I promise I’ll make the best chicken you’ve ever had someday!”

Lucy sent him a smile, her eyes lighting up with his onyx ones. Natsu’s eyes were enough for both of them to see the bright side of the situation.

“Okay,” she accepted his offer. “Sounds like a plan.”

Natsu grinned—he was relieved that Lucy was able to empathize with Zeref. The last time Natsu had told someone about his brother, they never entered their apartment again.

Maybe Lucy didn’t mind Zeref’s undesirable quirk after all.

There was no doubt in Natsu’s mind that Lucy minded Zeref’s undesirable quirk.


It had been exactly seven days since she had last came over. Although Natsu had invited her over every single day since then, she would either say she was busy or she had plans with Levy.

“This sucks, Happy,” he groaned after the week had passed. He sat crisscrossed on his bed, leaning against the wall. “The new chicken I bought is going to go bad soon.”

Happy meowed as his reply; Natsu fluently understood his cat language, so he nodded while listening.

“Right? It’s all Zeref’s fault,” Natsu said. “I reminded him to wear his patches, but he didn’t! Lucy is never going to even think about coming here again.”

“I can hear you, you know,” Zeref poked his head into Natsu’s room through the halfway opened door.

“That’s the point,” Natsu glared towards him. “Because of you, Lucy isn’t going to come anymore!”

“Is it because of me or is it because of the chicken?” Zeref inquired with all the seriousness in the world. “Did you and Lucy leave because of the chicken or because of me?”

“Because of you,” Natsu replied with no hesitation.

“So if you were the one who burned the chicken, you still wouldn’t have gone out somewhere else?” Zeref continued to ask.

Natsu instantly clenched his fists beneath his bedsheets. Zeref was always a master at asking questions that made anyone second guess themselves. When it came to things like this, he always won against Natsu.

“Okay, it was because of the chicken!” Natsu threw his hands up in defeat. “But you were the reason why the chicken was burned.”

“And I’d like to apologize for that,” Zeref admitted. “I should have worn the patches, though the reason I didn’t was because I was expecting someone to come over.”

“Mavis?” Natsu predicted without a second thought. “Why didn’t you tell me she was coming over?”

“Because Lucy was coming over,” Zeref replied easily.

“Were you just going to sneak Mavis into your room or something?” a snicker left Natsu’s lips. “You think would let that happen? Yeah, right!”

“I-I wasn’t going to sneak her in my room,” Zeref stuttered, a rare shade of pink blossoming on his cheeks. “I was simply going to let her be inside my room with me.”

“You know the rules,” Natsu remarked with a smirk.

“The door must be more than halfway open if a person of the opposite sex is inside of it,” the brothers recited simultaneously.

“Anyway,” Zeref shook his head to dismiss the subject. “Next time you invite Lucy over, I’ll make it up to you two.”

“How so?” Natsu inquired.

“You’ll see,” the corners of Zeref’s lips twitched up into a small smile.

“Don’t do that, it’s creepy,” Natsu shuddered at the sight. “But alright, I’ll take your word for it. Make sure to wear your patches, though, alright?”

“Alright,” Zeref responded with a nod. “Goodnight now.”

“Night,” Natsu yawned out as his door was shut. A smile faintly appeared on his lips. The last time the two of them had an actual conversation was before Lucy came over. It was nice to know that they were finished giving each other the usual silent treatment they did after a fight.

“Enough of that,” he muttered, shoving away his thoughts to the back of his mind. Seizing his phone from the nightstand, Natsu sent the fastest text he had ever typed in his life.

“You’re coming to my house tomorrow or else!” he texted to Lucy. He didn’t want to be overly demanding, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

In the short amount of time between the message being sent and her response, Natsu peered at his phone, impatiently waiting for it to light up again. And once it did, he didn’t waste a moment to read her reply.

“Okay. What are we going to eat?”

Natsu viewed the message for a couple of seconds. He wasn’t even sure what they were going to eat. Somehow, the thought of making chicken again only made him feel like history was going to repeat itself. Crossing his legs on his bed, he allowed his thumbs to do the talking.

“It’s a surprise.”


“I made sure Zeref is wearing his patches today,” Natsu stated the next day while he led Lucy to his apartment.

“If he’s too uncomfortable with them on, he doesn’t have to wear them,” Lucy assured.

“Really?” he lifted a surprised brow. “You’re the first person to think that way. Gray always wants him to wear two, just in case.”

“Zeref shouldn’t be uncomfortable because of me,” she responded, slightly embarrassed for saying it aloud.

A smile peeked out of Natsu before he was able to stop it. It was moments like this when he could tell the warm feeling in his chest wasn’t a coincidence. On instinct, he reached for Lucy’s hand, his chest becoming even warmer when she entwined their fingers together. Natsu was amazed he could feel like this because of something so simple.

“We’re home!” he called out once the couple reached the apartment. “Whoa, Zeref, you’re actually outside of your room.”

“Welcome back,” Zeref greeted the two from the living room. “How was your day?”

Lucy opened her mouth to answer. “It was—”

“Man, I’m hungry!” Natsu loudly groaned, making his way to the kitchen.

“Natsu, don’t interrupt people,” Zeref and Lucy chided simultaneously. On cue, their bewildered eyes locked. Yet before either of them could say something, the lights started to flicker.

“Looks like the patch is already wearing off,” Zeref mumbled to himself, though Lucy was able to hear. “I’ll be back.”

“No, wait!” she shouted to stop him. “You don’t need to put another patch on.”

“Are you sure?” he cocked his head to the side. “We won’t be able to do much if I don’t have it on.”

“It’s okay,” she replied. “We can do something else instead.”

“Like what?” he questioned.

“Natsu, do you have any board games or something?” she suggested, finding him in the kitchen, rummaging in the fridge.

“Zeref is a board game nerd,” Natsu scoffed. “Yeah, let me go find one.”

The two shared a smile as he went into the hallway in search for a board game. Lucy tried not to overtly stare at Zeref once he folded up his sleeve and slowly peeled off the patch on his arm. Then, moments after the patch was removed, the lights switched off.

“Good thing it’s still light outside,” she said optimistically, but it sounded more forced than she intended.

“It’ll be back on soon,” Zeref answered.

Lucy tilted her head in confusion. Before she was able to ask, Natsu bolted into the living room with a rectangular box in his hands.

“I have the perfect game!” he declared with a childish grin.

Lucy couldn’t help but share his excitement. After settling down at the small table in the living room, she read the title of the game. Out of all board games, a game about life was the one Natsu picked? She had no idea what to expect; however, she started to get an idea once she noticed Zeref gulp.

“You start with a car and yourself,” Natsu spoke as he passed out the plastic cars and figures. “The person who spins the highest number on the wheel is the one who goes first!”

“Yes!” Lucy cheered when she had spun the wheel and landed on the highest number.

“And Zeref is last,” Natsu concluded.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Zeref sighed.

Since Natsu was the first one to begin, it wasn’t a surprise to Lucy that he had no idea whether to begin the game with going to college or having a career. But what was a surprise was seeing Zeref pick his career as criminal justice. She was certain he was going to pick something like, science and exploration. It was then when Lucy could tell—playing a board game with the Dragneel brothers was going to be interesting.

And oh, interesting was an understatement. One second Natsu was spinning the wheel so vigorously it leaped off the board, the next second was spent listening to Zeref lecture him, and the second after that Lucy’s cheeks began to throb from grinning so wide.

“Zeref, you’re not doing too well,” she pointed out with a giggle during the middle of the game. “You still don’t have a family yet.”

“You’re horrible!” Natsu howled, pounding his fist on the floor. “Lucy and I already have mansions! What house do you have?”

“There’s nothing wrong with a mobile home,” Zeref stated calmly, although there was a subtle twitch in the corner of his eyes. “And I chose to not have a family.”

Lucy decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, but as the game continued, Zeref’s misfortune was just too much.

And you just got into another car accident!” Natsu went back to hammering the floor.

“It’s not polite to laugh at other people,” Lucy attempted to keep a straight face, though she wasn’t able to after seeing Zeref’s hard gaze at the board, his bottom lip forming a small pout. Before she was able to suppress it, her laughs started to escape.

The rest of the game only made her laugh even harder. No matter what Zeref landed on, he either lost a family member, or was paying the bank hundreds of dollars. Natsu’s strange choices in life, like, sending a child to school when he didn’t even have a child yet, made her stomach ache. By the end of the game, Lucy’s cheeks were entirely flushed.

“I need a break,” she giggled out, holding onto her stomach. “Where’s your restroom?”

“Here, I’ll show you,” Natsu offered his hand out and helped her stand up.

“You two are really funny when playing board games,” she complimented, holding back another laugh.

“I know,” he sent her a smile. “There isn’t much laughter in this place when we’re alone, so it’s nice having some here.”

“Glad I was able to help,” she replied happily once she was led to the restroom. “I’ll meet you back in the living room.”

Taking a few minutes to refresh herself, Lucy fanned herself to calm her pink cheeks. Even though she was having loads of fun playing the game, she was beginning to feel it—hunger. She bit her lip while she exited the restroom, not knowing how dinner was going to be made.

Lucy was so focused on her thoughts, she didn’t notice she had stepped towards the bookshelf at the end of the hallway. Her eyes widened after reading the book titles; she wasn’t familiar with any of them.

Immediately intrigued by the books she had no idea existed, she slid one out and leafed through the thin pages. She began to gape once she realized that these weren’t ordinary books—they were hand-written.

“Amazing,” she whispered to herself in awe.

“I’m glad you think so,” a voice spoke behind her.

“Sorry!” Lucy jumped, the book slipping from her hands and falling onto the floor with a muffled thud. “I-I didn’t mean—”

“Natsu told me you like books,” Zeref said before dipping down and picking up the book for her. “Turns out, I’ve written several of them.”

“I’m sure they’re great!” she exclaimed. “What’s your favorite book you’ve written?”

“It’s this one,” he answered as he reached for a book on the shelf. “It’s called E.N.D. Here, take a look.”

Lucy didn’t hesitate to accept the book he offered out to her. Her heartbeat accelerated in anticipation while she opened the book to the first page.

“I believe it’s my best work yet,” Zeref beamed.

“What…” she began breathlessly, already gawking at the first page. “What does E.N.D. stand for?”

“Embarrassing Natsu Dragneel, of course,” he revealed with twinkling eyes.

“This is the best photo album I’ve ever seen!” Lucy proclaimed with a chortle. “Why is Natsu holding a huge egg?!”

“He thought Happy would hatch out of it,” Zeref chuckled.

“Look at him!” she gasped for air, squeezing the edge of the book from laughing too much. She quickly turned the pages, looking forward to every picture of Natsu.

“Don’t tell him I showed you this,” Zeref told her firmly, although his eyes were still bright with amusement.

“I won’t,” she promised with a large grin. There was no doubt she was ever going to forget about Natsu’s baby pictures—especially the ones that were taken when he was in the bathtub. She was about to ask if there were any extra copies of E.N.D. books, but she paused after hearing several loud knocks coming from the front door.

“Looks like dinner is here,” Zeref stated. “Let’s go.”

Reluctantly returning the book back to its rightful home, Lucy trailed behind Zeref and went back to the living room.

Natsu scrutinized at her. “What were you two laughing about?”

“I’ll tell you later,” she smiled at him, giving his hand a quick squeeze.

“Not fair, Luce,” he sent her a pout.

Lucy averted her gaze from his puppy eyes by focusing her attention to Zeref opening the door. The second it opened, every single light in the apartment switched on.

“What?” Lucy’s mouth fell in surprise, looking at all the lights illuminating the room.

“Fairy Tail’s pizza delivery!” a bubbly voice announced from outside. “50 Jewel, please!”

“Come on, Mavis, can’t we get a discount?” Natsu whined.

“You know we can’t ask for that,” Zeref responded while he let the short blonde-haired female inside the apartment.

“I would if I could, Natsu,” Mavis giggled lightly, her eyes promptly landing on Lucy. “Oh! Who is this? Natsu, is this your girlfriend?!”

“N-No way!” Natsu asserted, roughly tugging his scarf up his face to hide his crimson cheeks.

“We’re just friends,” Lucy replied with a small smile.

“For now,” Mavis gave her a subtle wink. “Well, I’m Mavis, Zeref’s girlfriend. Nice to meet you!”

Lucy tried not to make her shock too obvious. “It’s nice to meet you, too! I’m Lucy.”

“Since I ruined your dinner the other night, I decided to make it up to you by ordering pizza that is impossible for me to burn,” Zeref informed as Mavis excitedly placed the pizza box on the counter and quickly opened it. It didn’t take long for Mavis and Natsu to start drooling by just staring at it.

“Is it because of Mavis?” Lucy inquired.

Zeref nodded. “Mavis is the only one who can make me feel normal.”

“And Zeref is the only one who can make me feel normal,” Mavis added proudly once she had taken a slice of pizza.

“Do you two have the same thing?” Lucy questioned carefully, not sure if it was rude to ask.

“Can you believe it?” Natsu spoke, shoving a whole pizza slice into his mouth. “Because they both have the same quirk, they somehow counterbalance each other.”

“Which means no uncomfortable patches for us!” Mavis proclaimed gleefully while Zeref simply watched her bounce on her heels.

“If only Lucy could make my motion sickness go away when we’re together,” Natsu mumbled unhappily.

“Hey!” she scowled at him. “I try my best to help you not think about it!”

“Maybe we should get what Zeref and Mavis have, Luce,” he rubbed his chin in thought, but he grinned when she gave him a light smack on the shoulder.

“You don’t want to be us,” Zeref assured.

“I think it’s pretty fun being us,” Mavis stated with a gentle smile.

“Yep, Luce, we’re becoming them,” Natsu confirmed. “There’s no going back now.”

“Why don’t I get a say in this?!” Lucy exclaimed frantically. “How are we even going to be like them, anyway?”

“For Halloween, of course,” Natsu grinned.

“Halloween just passed, Natsu,” Zeref reminded him.

“Which means Lucy and I have a year to plan our costumes!” Natsu declared.

Lucy leaned back against the counter with a helpless sigh. She knew there was no way out of it after seeing Mavis’s emerald eyes radiate at the thought.

“Oh, it’s almost time!” Mavis gasped, dashing to the couch in front of the TV. “Come on, Zeref!”

“What are they watching?” Lucy asked Natsu curiously. Even Zeref, who never seemed to rush at all, began to hurriedly turn on the TV.

“Zeref and Mavis like to watch game shows together to see who can answer the most questions correctly,” he responded.

Lucy’s eyes widened, but after watching the two shout answers at one another, a smile placed itself on her lips. “Hey, Natsu.”

“What?”

“I don’t think I’d mind being like them, even if it wasn’t Halloween.”

Natsu leaned against Lucy’s shoulder with a light yawn, not noticing their fingers were already laced together.

“Yeah, me either.”

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I’m Caught On Your Coat Again
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

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“Would you like some milk or crème? Or you could wait until they are cooled, unless you enjoy burning your taste buds off.” He breathes a short laugh.

Harry’s cheeks cave in with a pink flush. “I suppose I was just excited to taste something you named so sweet and something you recommended so highly.” Louis can’t tell if he’s still teasing. “I get why you like this.” He holds up the Yorkshire cup. “It’s quite bitter.”

Louis squawks. “Excuse me?”

“I like it.” Harry defends with a further blush. He likes it and it reminds him of Louis.

Louis owns a café next to Harry’s bakery. Harry bakes Louis cake and Louis names tea after Harry and eventually they fall in love.

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