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Writing Large Casts of Characters

Okay, so it came to my attention recently that not all writers write with gigantuan casts of characters like I do. So I thought I’d share my experiences with this kind of writing and hopefully help some people out?

Quick summary: I’ve got three different stories that are my main three works. My main novel is pretty much finalized at 96K words, a sci-fi story with eight main characters (a crazy scientist and her daughter are the two real mains, but all the other characters play their roles as well). 
I have a second story that I wrote for NaNoWriMo 2016 that I have since not polished like at all that’s at 52K. I have managed my characters a bit better this time, but there’s still lots: main hero named Ash, her partner Zack, Satan, and the head of T.R.E.E. Plus, you know…various demon characters. It may not sound like a lot, but I have planned this to be a seven book series so I will be working with all them a lot
Finally, I have a story that follows Emma Walker as she travels the USA on a one-woman Humans of New York-esque adventure. That means she talks to people and listens to their stories so she can tell them on her blog. So, you see, I have to create a significant amount of characters for her to talk to; the story is kind of at a standstill right now around 40K.

The key to keeping all your characters straight is, of course, making them all unique. For my sci-fi story, each character has a different superpower. In my NaNo project, half the characters are demons, skeletons, etc. Stories Told For Free gives every character some sort of trait that their story goes off of (family members, personal fears, freckles). 

But what I want to recommend to you is that you make your characters unique to the reader. As the writer, you have the ability to go back and fact-check and look back to see what you wrote. Do it shamelessly; consistency is important. 
But making them unique to your reader takes a bit more thinking. You have to think of things from a reader standpoint. What will make readers go, “Oh, yeah, that guy, I remember that guy.” ?

A few things:
Their relationship to the other characters / your main. If there is a side character never has a word of dialogue but your main’s entire internal dialogue whenever they’re around is, That kid bullied me in fifth grade, I haven’t talked to them in six years, I still remember how they made me cry on the first day of school then we are going to remember them.
Physical features. An oldie but a goodie. One of my characters in the sci-fi novel has burn scars up and down his arms; he controls fire. Another (a telekinetic) has long, thin fingers. See, their powers aren’t enough–although they certainly help. You have to be sure to develop your characters fully, and physical features are part of that.
Accents and catchphrases. I’ve just recently been working on finetuning my dialogue, and let me tell you: it makes a WORLD of difference in improving your narration. Apostrophes and repetition are really tiny details, but it can really capture your reader’s attention and spark memories.
Their impact on your characters / your main. The people that Emma Walker talks to always leave some sort of impact on her, they leave some memory of themselves in her mind. If written correctly, the memories I give my character will be the same memories that stick in my reader’s mind.
Objects that your reader can associate with that character. One of my sci-fi characters fights with a kitchen knife. Random characters in Stories Told for Free may have a charm bracelet, or a meaningful tattoo. Each demon in my NaNo project has a different combination of skin color and scale color. 

These are just a few ways that you can further develop your individual characters if you are writing a ton of them. I wish you all the luck in the world, and I hope this helped! Happy writing.

I really wish that schools would actually teach Romani history since basically the majority of this planet seems to only refer to us as “Gypsies” and either believe we are no real people and just magical creatures, like fairies, while fetishizing us or hating us and wishing to eradicate us from the face of the world.


We are basically the most hated people in Europe and I wish that was just an exaggeration & the U.S hasn’t been any better to us either.

It was not enough that we have been slaves for 500 years in Romania and most of us have never received reparations, while those who did received only about 200 USD for all 500 years.

No, there were also legit “Gypsy Hunts” where the Government paid people to hunt and kill us for sport while others prefered to catch us alive and then publicly hang us for their amusement.

There was the “Black Wednesday” in Spain where about 10.000 of us were forcibly removed, expelled, sentenced to labor and killed.

Romanis were once again enslaved, this time by the British, and were sent over to colonies in the U.S.

We had our children taken from us, our women were forced to marry Gadje (non-Romanis), our culture became “illegal”, speaking our native tongue punishable by whipping and our boys were taken from us and thrown into the military.

In Germany, we were thrown into “work houses” and were slaves AGAIN.

And asides from all those things, let’s not forget the so called “Gypsy Taxes” that were big in the U.S and Russia where they taxed us for simply existing.

Then came WW2 and while everybody learns about the Jewish victims, I just want to remind everybody that 90% OF EUROPE’S ROMANI POPULATION WAS KILLED because of Hitler in the Romani Holocaust. (This was also not the first Romani Holocaust as well because in WW1 the Turkish tried to do the same!)

It took Europe until 1979 to RECOGNISE and ADMIT that a Holocaust against our people happened but did we receive any reparations? No. They are still claiming that we were never racially profiled or anything like that and want to claim we have been put through a fucking Genocide because “we ALL had criminal records”. And till this very day the Romani victims of the Holocaust who survived this horror are called liars and nobody wants to believe them.


Even right now we are basically treated like scum and nobody seems to see a problem with that.

We are still being thrown out of our houses and just last year (2016) in France thousands of Romani have become homeless.
Back in the day we were banned to travel into countries like Sweden and we had our houses burned down. Not much of a difference between then and now.

We are segregated in schools. (Our children were first allowed to go to them in 1959.) And we are being put in “special needs schools” only even though we do not need to be in them.

There have been forced sterilizations during our entire historical time line until as late as 1989 though I would not be surprised if it was still secretly happening right now.

And on top of that nobody wants to give us work and most Romani make a living out of looking through the trash. Our employment rate is extremely low.

Romani children are even getting denied access to water simply because of their ethnicity in this day and age in Europe.

And lastly (for now) let’s not forget that the word “Gypsy” is a slur non-Romanis should NEVER use. But in Europe people have been trying / are trying to push a law that is forbidding us to call ourselves “Romani” (= brown people) because it sounds too similar to “Romanian” (= the white people from Romania).

Europeans have always treated us like trash, gotten THIS close to eradicating our entire population, enslaved us multiple times, (I can go on here.) but they don’t teach ANY of that in history.

Instead they teach that “Gypsies steal children in the night”, “They are dirty” “They are disease spreading”, “They are devil worshippers” etc. and now because people are confusing Romani with Romanian, talking this horribly about US has “consequences” for WHITE people they are now trying to change something. 

But obviously nothing to make our situation better because it is easier for them to pass a fucking law to make an already extremely marginalized group stop referring to themselves under their proper name than just stopping to spread hatred and actually teaching our history so that people will understand that it is wrong (and history won’t be able to repeat itself).

Someone had eaten the last pretzel in the entire world, so my cousin and I traveled back in time to save it. Having successfully prevented the extinction of pretzels, we climbed up the highest tower of a medieval castle to fight several dragons. But when they actually arrived we decided to run away, allowing them to burn down the castle which was now our school

craigartasin  asked:

so I watched Yu.ri On I.ce, but I never really got into the fandom... and now I'm super glad because the antis are so fucking insane. they're shitting themselves over a TWO YEAR AGE GAP. TWO FUCKING YEARS. 16 and 18 and that's "pedophilia" one of the arguments I saw was "lol the laws in the US aren't the laws everywhere" like I am so sick of these dumbass teenagers. go away, no one wants your sensitive was bullshit diminishing the true meaning of what pedophilia actually is.

This is exactly the kind of thing I’ve been speaking out against.  It is incredibly, INCREDIBLY socially harmful to spread the notion that a two-year age gap between people that have biologically reached the point of sexual maturity that they’re producing viable sex cells counts as “pedophilia”.  Like, *I* literally dated guys two years older than me in high school.  TWICE.  Imagine being someone like the little girl that survived the exploitation of Peter Scully, and seeing what you went through being compared to two cartoon teenagers in a non-existent relationship.  That’s like comparing losing a sock in the laundry to your neighbor becoming homeless because their entire house burned down.  THAT’S the part of this that makes me absolutely sick: This co-opting of others’ genuine suffering.

Honestly, I think a lot of these people are just terrified of adults and adulthood.  They project themselves so hard onto fictional characters that they see it as THEMSELVES being put into these fictional relationships.  The presence of others that don’t share the same view of these characters shatters the fictional world they’ve built up for themselves using someone else’s intellectual property.

To them, this little world inside their head is their substitute for reality.  That’s why they take fiction so damn seriously that they’ll use any excuse they can muster in order to justify their resentment and agression in trying to censor others.  I’m also fairly certain they’re FULLY aware that their arguments are in the wrong, but are also aware that serious issues like pedophilia provide a sort of shield behind which to hide their true motivations without most people bothering to question them.

These people are emotionally stunted, yet seem to believe THEIR mental state is representative of EVERYONE, when the reality is that they’re just so socially inept that they substitute cartoons for actual human interaction, because the versions of those characters inside their heads can’t reject them.  These people are painfully immature because they outright refuse to grow as human beings.  They want to be babied and cared for rather than accept responsibility, take initiative, and experience anything that might force them through desperately-needed psychological development.  Not only are they hurting the issues they claim to stand for, but they’re hurting THEMSELVES (and enabling each other to CONTINUE hurting themselves under false self-righteous pretenses).

I still cannot believe whatsoever that people are trivializing many legitimate issues with grave consequences just because they’re the spoiled, sheltered loser kids in school that sit alone at the lunch table, and think the world owes them praise and popularity for being bitter about it.

Prankster

Simon pranks Baz the Normal way, using flour, and hair dye, and a fake love letter and yeaaaah you know how it’s going to end.

Simon’s POV.

I’m standing in the middle of the Magickal History classroom, still in fighting stance, heart still beating too fast. I can feel the last hint of my magic around me, the air in the room still crackling with energy before slowly dying away. Everything smells like smoke. I look around me and survey the devastation I’ve caused.

The desks and chairs are blackened to cinders, scattered at the sides of the room, pushed back by the force of my explosion. The students are cowering on the ground, and just now, as the heady smell of magic recedes, they start stumbling to their feet, brushing black dust off their clothes. The only one still standing, who has remained standing throughout the entire debacle, is Baz. He hasn’t moved even half an inch from where he was standing before I went off, right next to me at the centre of it all. His arms are folded and his chin is lifted haughtily. He looks at the chaos surrounding us with obvious contempt.

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the equation of love (pt. 9)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9

→scenario: When you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.

→genre: smut | fluff | angst

→word count: 10,899

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The city where I go to school was burning down. The entire thing was on fire and one girl singlehandedly put it out. Not quite sure how but she did. Everybody loved her and she went on to become the #1 firefighter in the country, traveling around and dousing the blazes wherever there occurred. She became our national hero. We worshipped her.

anonymous asked:

my friend is trying to get me into bmc but i have no idea whats going on, can you give me like a simple rundown please? ty

its basically abt a uncool boy (jeremy heere) who wants to be cool and get the girl of his dreams (christiiiiine) so he spends 400 dollars on a pill (named Squip) that has a supercomputer in it bc it will Help Him To Be Cool, Help Him Rule & etc

so yeah he takes the squip and it proceeds to abuse jeremy into thinking he needs to change his whole behaviour & way of dressing & leave his best friend of 12 years to be cool. jeremy does that 

shit happens, jeremy dates brooke (good girl), the squip kills eminem, jake (chill guy) throws a halloween party, michael (his best friend) has a panick attack in the bathroom of said party bc jeremy left him, rich (bi bully) set a fire And He Burned Down The House (wooah)

also the squip is like so yeah i cant get you the girl u want and jeremys like NUH UH I WANT CHRISTINE!! and the squip is like :/ ok guess i’ll have to squip the entire school too, whatever

then things go shit bananas and i can’t actually explain the rest of it so here’s a link to the script so you can understand it better

Blame it on the Alcohol‒ Part 2

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4k 

College Kook and sexy times what more could you want?

Summary: After that night at the bar, Jungkook had gone back to his shy self and was now avoiding you. You confronted him after running into him on campus and he told you about his lack of confidence. You decided to go back to the bar and help him gain more confidence. 

Other Parts: 1 2 3 4 



“…And those are the reasons why Abraham Lincoln was the most influential president in United States history. Thank you,” I concluded the presentation, alone. Jungkook was conveniently absent on the day of our presentation. He had also spoken minimally to me since that night at the bar. Sure, we got our presentation done with little to no problems but after class, he would rush away from me and ignore me every time I ran into him on campus. He didn’t give me his phone number so I couldn’t contact him that way. It’s as if that night, with that confident guy, had never happened.

I pushed away the feelings of anger and betrayal and left the class. I had two more lectures to get through before I finally got to go home. It was Friday, after a long week and all I wanted to do was slump onto my couch in my sweatpants and put on my favorite tv show. I slid through the next two classes, taking as little notes as possible then rushed out of the last class into the courtyard of the campus.

I walked along a brick wall which would lead to a shortcut back to my apartment. I began to walk across an intersection of walkways when someone crashed into me as they barrelled around the corner, causing me to collapse on the ground.

“Oh! I–I’m sorry!”  a familiar person voiced their apologies.

“Wha…” I shook myself out of my state of surprise as I registered what had just happened and who was standing in front of me, “Wha… Jungkook?!”

I looked up to see those familiar big brown eyes, “Oh, um…” he looked at me then shifted his eyes guiltily.

To my surprise, he started to back away from me, leaving me on the ground.

“Hey!” I jolted up and closed the space between us. I back him against the brick wall and put my hands on either side of his body to block him in. From an outsider’s perspective, this probably looked silly since I was significantly smaller than him and definitely not as muscular but, shy little Jungkook easily obliged to me being so aggressive with him, “Do you want to explain to me why you weren’t at our presentation today?!” I shouted at him.

He shook his head and rubbed his temple, “I–I’m so sorry, Y/N. It’s just that… presentations… they always make me so nervous and I–I was going to show up, really I was! But then, I–I panicked and I didn’t know what to do so I–I ditched, and that was wrong and I’m so sorry,” he fumbled over his words nervously, waving his hands as he frantically explained himself.

I rolled my eyes, rubbed my brow and sighed, “Okay, okay it’s okay,” I tried to calm him and myself at the same time. I sighed again and looked up at him, “can you explain why you’ve been avoiding me since we slept together?” I asked forwardly.

He looked directly into my eyes, trying to find his answer within them. He looked at the ground and shook his head, “Y/N,”

“You told me… I mean, you made it seem like, you–you liked me… like you wanted to do that again with…me,” now I fumbled over my words trying to hide my wavering voice and embarrassment.

He sighed,”No, I can’t explain,” he looked back at me with eyes that were filled with regret and bit his lip, “I can’t explain why I’ve been avoiding you.”

“Y/N, it’s just a fact that I’m not naturally a smooth guy. I don’t know how to win women over easily. No matter how much I want to,” he admitted.

“You didn’t have a problem with that the other night,” I thought back to how easily he pulled me in at the bar.

“I was drunk.”

I pursed my lips, “I knew the alcohol helped with your confidence, I just didn’t realize it was a necessity.”

“It’s not, I just need to get more confidence,” he told me.

I raised an eyebrow at him, “You’re telling me that the only way you can comfortably speak to me, the only way you can gain confidence, is if you’re drunk?” I laughed once.

He clenched his teeth nervously, trying to think of a way to get himself out of the corner he had been backed into, “It’s not that I need to be drunk…It’s um… Well—”

“No, it’s fine. Let’s go get drunk again,” I cut him off mid stutter.

He jolted his head back, surprised, “What?”

“You say you need more confidence and alcohol is the key to that, so, let’s go get you more confidence. Plus, you owe me since you stood me up in class today,” I told him, dropping my arms to my sides and freeing him from my human cage.

He laughed once to himself and I saw the slightest hint of a smirk growing on his face, “Okay, let’s go.”

We left campus together and went to the bar nearest the school, the one that all of the college students at our school went to. Seeing as it was only about 4:30 in the afternoon, the bar was basically empty, minus a few middle-aged local men sat at the bar who were probably avoiding going home for some reason. It shadowed as a restaurant during the daytime so there were tables evenly spread across what I knew to be the dance floor.  

“Isn’t it a little early for you guys to start partying? I mean I know it’s Friday but cmon! Usually, I have at least until 7 o'clock before you start piling in here,” the tattooed bartender lightly taunted while cleaning an empty beer glass.

“No party, just us. And it’s never too early to start partying,” I joked.

He looked down at the glass in his hand and shook his head, “If you say so,” he put the glass down and walked over to us as we sat down at the bar, leaning his inked arms on the counter, “What can I get you?”

I looked at Jungkook to answer since he was the one buying, “Uh, two beers on tap,” he said.

The bartender nodded and walked to the other end of the bar to get our drinks.

“So the presentation went fine,” I started, “I don’t know if you care, since you weren’t there,” I wasn’t ready to let go of my grudge just yet.

Jungkook hung his head defeatedly but laughed, knowing I wasn’t completely serious, “I really am sorry about that.”

“Sorry doesn’t change the fact that I was up there alone rambling about Abraham Lincoln,” I stated as the bartender place two overflowing glasses of beer in front of us.

“Do you think we got a good grade?” he asked, brushing off my attempted guilt trip and taking a big gulp of his beer which left a white line of froth on his upper lip that he quickly licked away.

I rolled my eyes, “Yes, I think we got a good grade.”

“Cool… hey, do you wanna split an order of fries?” he abruptly changed the subject.

I nodded my head side to side, “I could go for some fries,”

Jungkook told the bartender who went to the back to inform the cook then came back out and continued cleaning empty glasses.

“So, what’s your major?” I asked him, trying to keep a conversation going.

He took another drink of his beer, “I’m undeclared. I’m just taking required classes right now,” he explained.

“Ah, so United States history isn’t an interest to you?” I only asked because it was the only class we had together.

He smiled, “No, not in the slightest.”

There was a lull and I decided to ask a more daring question, “So are you this shy around everyone, or just girls?”

He shook his head and looked at me from the side, “Just the pretty girls.”

I leaned back and blushed at his response. “Not smooth” my ass.

“Oh cmon, you can’t be that surprised that I think you’re hot; I already fucked you,” he pointed out cockily and took another drink of his beer. By this time the fries had come out, steaming hot. I grabbed one and shoved it into my mouth, ignoring that it was burning my throat as it slid down.

“You avoided me for an entire week but now you’re all the sudden being bold? You make no sense Jeon Jungkook,” I shook my head and sipped at my beer to extinguish the burn in my throat.

“I think it’s the change in setting,” he pondered, “school isn’t exactly the best place to talk about my sexcapades,” he noted.

“Wait, sexcapades? As in more than one? Is that something you do regularly?” I turned my body to face him and asked in a slightly confrontational tone.

Not looking at me, he grabbed a fry as nibbled the top of it, “No,” he smiled as if he were bragging.

I narrowed my eyes at him and decided to move on.

“That night,” I began, “You asked if we could do it again sometime. Does that mean you enjoyed yourself?” I wasn’t sure exactly what I was getting at but I was curious about what his answer would be.

One corner of his lips turned upward, “I had tons of fun. I think the best part was watching you dance,” he looked into space, imagining the scene, “you really know how to move your hips,” he didn’t seem shy anymore.

I raised an eyebrow at him, “That was the best part for you?”

He turned his body toward me and leaned in with the same mischievous smile he had the last time we were at the bar, “Well it was definitely one of the highlights,” he purred.

“You wanna know what the best part for me was?” I decided what I wanted and I was done dancing around the subject. Best to be straightforward, “My favorite part was when you took me back to your apartment and fucked me so hard I couldn’t think straight” I cooed, feigning innocence, contrasting the profanities that had just left my lips.

Jungkook didn’t seem taken aback by what I said, “Darling, I wasn’t even showing you all I’ve got,” he teased.

“Oh really? What else could you do?” I baited.

With a final smirk, Jungkook leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. It wasn’t an eager or needy kiss, but rather slow and playful. I molded my lips to his and scooted closer. His hand rested on my upper thigh and squeezed. I could faintly taste the beer which still lingered on his lips.

I leaned back and looked at his half‒drank glass of beer, “Okay are you really that much of a lightweight?”

He followed my gaze to the glass and laughed, “No! No,” he looked at his hand which was still resting on my thigh, “I don’t think need the alcohol when I’m with you,” he admitted, “you make it really easy to say what’s on my mind,” he confessed, looking sweetly into my eyes with his huge, gleaming puppy dog eyes.

“Plus, I need to be sober if I’m going to bring my A‒game,” he said.

I furrowed my brow, “Bring your A‒game to what?”

He smiled and stood from his stool. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, slipping out a crisp 20 dollar bill and tossing it on the counter, “Let’s go,” he flicked his head toward the door and started walking in that direction. I took one last look at the half-empty glasses of beer and the plate of fries that were barely touched then scrambled to followed Jungkook who was pretty much already out the door.

“Go where?” I asked after I caught up with him outside.

He didn’t respond however, my question was answered when I noticed that we were headed in the direction of his apartment. I picked up my pace in order to keep up with him and ignored the fact that my body was already aching with desire just at the thought of what he would do to me.

We got to his apartment building as the sun was just beginning to set behind the skyscrapers, filling the sky with orange and pink tones. The lobby was empty and I followed Jungkook down a short, familiar hallway to the elevator.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. We slipped inside to the box and, in a moment of deja vu, Jungkook pressed the button to his floor then backed me up against the wall of the elevator. He brought both hands up to cup my jaw then pressed his lips to mine softly. My knees felt weak at the touch of his lips and I faded into him.

“Oh yeah, this is already more fun than last time,” he spoke against my lips. I had to agree with him. Right now we were making out in the elevator, just like last time, but, there wasn’t any sort of urgency. Plus, our kisses weren’t sloppy and wet like they had been the other night, it’s a hell of a lot easier to make out with someone without alcohol clouding your brain.

The door dinged again and we broke apart in order to walk out of the elevator and down the brightly lit corridor to his apartment. He dug around in his pocket until he found his keys then he unlocked the door and let us in.

He kicked off his shoes and I followed suit, setting them next to the front door. Jungkook tenderly grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway into his bedroom. I walked through first, taking my chance to notice the simplicity of his bedroom. The bed was unmade with the black sheets crumpled up where he had been sleeping the night before. The bed was the only unkempt part of the room, books were perfectly lined up on the shelf in the corner of the room and various in a neat pile next to his closed laptop on the desk. He closed the door behind him and turned to face me, slowly walking forward until the gap between us was closed and his body was pressed against mine.

He leaned down and ghosted his lips over mine, but never actually let them touch, “lay down,” he slightly jerked his head over my shoulder to the bed behind me.

I did as he said and backed up until my knees hit the edge of the mattress and I collapsed on top of the bed. I scooted back, leaning against the propped up pillows against the headboard. Jungkook crawled up the bed after me and hovered his body over mine. He leaned down and placed a quick, single kiss on my lips. His mouth traveled farther down to my neck and sucked at the sensitive skin. I turned my head to the side in order to give him a better angle. He kissed down my collarbones then back up my neck again and stopping at my ear while he delicately took the skin between his teeth and sucked. I laced my fingers into his soft hair and played with the strands by his neck.

 His hands traveled down to my sides where he pushed up the bottom of my shirt and let his fingertips skim across the bare skin of my stomach. His fingers danced up my torso until they found my breasts which were covered by my bra. He cupped and squeezed my breasts a bit then moved his hands to once again grab the bottom of my shirt and this time, pull it over my head. He reconnected his lips with mine and fiddled around with the clasp of my bra until it popped open and he threw it onto the floor. His hands cupped the newly exposed skin and his fingers circled my nipples, creating even more heat between my legs.

I grabbed his shirt and the chest and tugged to signal that I wanted it off. He grabbed the fabric by the neck fluidly pulled it over his head, revealing his extremely toned and sculpted torso. I let my hands brush over the muscles then wrapped my arms around his waist to pull him closer and press my lips to his.

He kissed me firmly then moved his mouth down to my neck, then my shoulders, then to my chest. He left a trail of kisses in the valley of my breast then continued down my stomach. He moved his knees off of the bed and sat on the floor then grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. He kissed a line along my hips as he grabbed the button of my pants and pulled it open. He pulled my pants down my legs and let them join the rest of my clothes on the floor. His thumb rubbed the inside of my thigh, getting very close to my underwear.

He looked up at me with a smirk and pulled my underwear off of my body. First, he kissed my hip bone, then slowly moved his mouth lower. He kissed my inner thigh, ghosting his mouth over where I needed him most, but not actually going there. I squirmed in anticipation and whimpered lightly which made him smile in satisfaction. He looked into my eyes as he placed a single kiss on the outside of my folds, warmth and energy sprang through my body at that small amount of contact. He put his lips on me again, this time letting them linger and explore. His tongue gently poked out and slid down my folds. I covered my mouth and gasped as the sensation. He spread me open with his fingers then quickly swept his tongue up the entirety of my pussy. He took my folds in his lips and sucked on them before running his tongue over my clit. He used the tip of his tongue to draw circles around the tiny bud and I rocked my hips against his mouth. He was teasing me as he moved his tongue away from my clit and down to my center, then he would move back to my clit to only stay there for a second then move again. I felt my need for release getting stronger and whined to let him know. Finally, he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked gently. I gasped and moaned, not caring how loud I was as I got what I wanted. He alternated between sucking on my clit and quickly flicking his tongue against it. My legs began to shake and my breath got heavier as I drew closer to an orgasm. I laced my fingers in his hair and pushed his head down as I rocked my hips in time with his tongue. I sat up and propped myself up with my shoulders t get a view at what he was doing. His tongue was expertly moving over my clit and his finger was now circling my entrance. He slid two fingers into me and slowly pumped them in and out, making sure to curl them as well. Between his tongue and his fingers, my high was fast approaching. I was moaning a mixture of swear words and his name as I rolled my head back and closed my eyes. I felt the familiar knot in my stomach getting more and more intense as I was right on the cusp of an orgasm.

“Jungkook I’m gonna…” I tried to get the sentence out but I was too far gone.

Then, his mouth moved away from my clit and he pulled his fingers out of me.

“Hey!” I shouted frustratedly.

He chuckled and crawled back on the bed, kissing me playfully. I scowled at him and laid my head back down on the pillow as he hovered over me.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he admitted and undid his belt, opening his pants and pulling them down.

I could see the tent in his underwear, straining against the fabric. He pulled his underwear off and his dick sprung out and hit his stomach. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth and reached for his cock. I started by grabbing the base and slowly bringing my hand upward. He let out a breath of relief when my fingers brushed on the red tip. I looked into his glimmering brown eyes and pumped my hand up and down his shaft, paying special attention to the tip.

“Y/N…” He moaned as his eyes closed and his breath got heavier.

I waited until I heard more desperation in his voice and beads of sweat gathering on his brow to pull my hand away, getting payback for what he had done to me.

He grumbled when I pulled away, pouting at me but then he attached his lips to mine and kissed me deeply. He moved in between my legs and lined his dick up with my entrance. He slowly pushed himself in, not breaking the kiss with me. When he was all the way in, the slowly pulled out halfway, giving me a chance to adjust to him. Then, he started thrusting himself in and out of me at a fairly fast pace. I raised my hips so He would hit at a different angle and I gasped in both surprise and pleasure when he pounded into my g spot. Taking hint by my reaction, he started relentlessly thrusting into the same spot, hitting my g spot over and over again. I clawed at his back and screamed out his name, closing my eyes and letting the pleasure take over.

He panted as moaned as he watched my face contort from the intense pleasure that he was giving me. He thrusted quickly and roughly, never breaking his pace. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he began to thrust deeper into me.

When his thrust began to lose consistency and his breathing got heavier, I knew he was close. He buried his face in my neck and sucked at the skin while his hips pounded into mine. He brought his hand down and began quickly rubbing my clit, spiking the amount of pleasure I was feeling. I came undone under his touch as a powerful orgasm took over my body. I back arched off of the bed and my mouth hung open though not a single sound came out. I clamped my eyes shut and tensed my muscles as the ecstasy coursed through me. As I came down from my high, I let out a string of moans and squeals, clamping my walls around him as he thrusted me through my orgasm.

He muttered an “oh fuck” against my neck then released himself inside of me. His hips froze as he hit his high and he let out several low moans. He continued to thrust as he came down from his high as he panted and whimpered quietly into the nape of my neck.

Eventually, his hips stopped moving and the only sound in the room was both of us panting in an attempt to even our breathing. He lifted his head from my neck and looked at me through half lidded, sleepy eyes. His hair stuck out in all different directions and he had the slightest smile on his face, reminding me of a child just waking up from his nap.

He rolled off of me and laid on his side next to me, propping his head up with his hand so he could easily look at me. I rolled onto my side as well so I could see his sweet looking face.

“I see what you meant by bringing your ‘a‒game’” I laughed, reflecting on the events that just occurred.

He chuckled and brushed my hair away from my face, clearly too worn out to joke around. I scooted closer to him and let him wrap an arm around my waist. He rested his forehead against mine and closed his eyes, breathing deeply.

“That was nice…” he sighed.

I hummed in agreement and rested my head on his chest, “and you aren’t even drunk,” I pointed out.

The room got quiet as both of us snuggled into each other, feeling exhausted. I stopped the silence by asking, “So, on Monday, are you going to go right back to being super shy and avoiding me?”

Jungkook eyes sprung open and he shook his head, “absolutely not.”

I smiled, “Good,” I closed my eyes and pressed my ear to his chest, hearing his heart pound, “‘Cause I like this version of you.”

He sighed and slipped in and out of sleep, “me too,” he said before letting his exhaustion get to him and drifting off to sleep.

Yeah, I’m a fan of confident Jungkook.

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Thanks for Reading! xx

You Know My Name? - Josh Diaz Imagine

Prompt by Anon: josh imagine where you are super quiet and he takes your pain when Theo hurts you which makes you two kiss and start a relationship ?

Word Count: 1,747

Warnings: The reader being injured and hurt? I don’t know if that might trigger some people or not. It’s not in specific details, but blood and opened wounds are mentioned. 

Author’s Note: This is obviously an AU imagine, for so many reasons, which you will notice as you read on. This is my first Josh Diaz imagine and I had fun with it. Sorry if the title is lame, but I couldn’t up with something better. (Not Beta Proof.)

My Teen Wolf Masterlist 

Originally posted by kingkunta424

The library in Beacon Hills High was once again destroyed as opened, closed, and ripped books were scattered throughout the library. The thick and heavy wooden tables were broken in half, and the chairs were without a leg or two. Some shelves were pushed back and leaning against one another until the last shelf was against a wall, almost looking like a domino effect. Pieces of broken glass were spread throughout the floor, which were being smashed into smaller pieces as the students quickly ran out of the library.

Josh quickly passed by some of the fallen shelves; he almost didn’t see the injured girl in the far corner trying to hide. If he hadn’t heard the soft whimpers, he would have never known someone was there.

He took a step backwards and turned into the small space between the two shelves, slowly approached the girl. The girl pressed her hand against her torso and use her other arm to scoot herself further back into the dark corner. As Josh got closer to the girl, he realized who she was. It was Y/N, the girl who happened to be in his English class. She was always quiet, but always knew what she was doing in class, a subject Josh struggled with. He’s always thought she was cute, and he’s thought about asking her to tutor him countless times, but he was too scared to talk to her.

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anonymous asked:

Hi!!! Can you do a headcannon on how the RFA members would react when they find out that their teen child is being bullied and kid is slowly getting depressed. I love your writing and keep up the good work :)

I wasn’t sure how to refer their child. To make things easier, their child is called “Pup”, well not counting Jumin and Seven hehe. They refer to their child as “Kit”, short for Kitten of course.


Yoosung

  • after Yoosung came back from his break, he found his child sitting at his desk
  • they have a tissue up to their nose
    • !
  • of course, he’s happy to see them but they should be in school right now
  • they exchange pleasantries until the dreaded topic was brought up
  • “so Pup, what’s with the tissue?”
  • they’re evasive on the subject
    • “Just a bloody nose”
  • but Yoosung could read his child pretty well
    • they smile too much when they’re lying 
  • he wants honesty and his kid knows it
  • when they lower their arm, revealing their swollen nose
  • they start to cry
  • wide-eyed yoosung is panicking
  • he’s talking too fast and they can’t tell what he’s saying
    • obviously, he wants to know who did this to them
    • but this bully has been at their throats for months now and it’s really taken a toll
  • he has to be there for them
  • so he calms himself down, and has one of the nurses get you an icepack
  • once they have an icepack, he gives them Lisa to cuddle with and holds their hand
  • he calls the school to dismiss you for the day
    • he doesn’t know what to do exactly in a situation like this
    • he would need to consult you for advice

Jaehee

  • based on Jaehee’s martial arts background,
  • Pup was most definitely trained in Judo
    • but they were always so passive
    • never really liked fighting other people unless they had to
  • but when someone started bullying them, they were so afraid they couldn’t fight back
    • it goes on for months
  • one day Jaehee and you get a call from the principal saying that Pup got into a fight
  • unfortunately, you can’t make it so Jaehee went
  • when she walks into the office she sees her child’s clothes dirty and their hands wrapped
  • the principal sits her down and tells her about the incident
    • mainly focusing on them and not the bullies
    • is the principal blaming them???
  • the entire time Jaehee remains stoic, glancing every now and again to Pup
    • they look so empty and ashamed
    • she can’t stand to see them like that
  • “I assume the ones who did this will be receiving punishment as well?”
  • the principal says they were getting three days suspension
    • THREE DAYS!? 
    • AND YOU GET A WEEK!?
    • HELL NO
    • HELL RISES WHEN JAEHEE’S CHILD IS TREATED IN THIS MANNER
  • Jaehee’s glasses flash and the next ten minutes is dedicated to slaying the principal
    • threatening with a lawsuit!?
    • the principal has seen hell and LIVED
  • as you two are walking down the hall, the bully and their parents are walking the opposite way
    • her eyes dart to them, a flash in the lens of her glasses puts a chill down their spines
    • they all cower in fear

Zen

  • Pup is Zen’s number one treasure (besides you, of course ❤ )
  • if anyone lays a finger on you, they will see Hell
  • lately, he’s been noticing how dim you looked
  • one day Zen left rehearsal early so he came home, hoping to scoop his child up
  • but they weren’t home???
    • they should be home around this time
  • he called them, asking their whereabouts
    • “Oh I’m uh…on my way home”
  • ten minutes later he hears the door open
  • when he heads to the entrance, he stops in his tracks
  • Pup’s clothes were coated in mud, face stained with tears, forehead bruised
  • through their sobbing, they explain to him about they’ve been bullied for a month now 
    • a mix of verbal and physical abuse
    • the world ugly is pinned to them
  • In their entire existence on Earth and bearing the same blood as their father, they can read HIM pretty well
  • and they can see how heartbroken he is
    • his own mother called him ugly
    • he’s not going to let anyone make his own child feel they have no worth
  • but also the FEROCITY 
  • he wants to know WHO did this to his treasure!
  • they sort of expected this to be his reaction
  • “I WILL BURN THEM”
  • okay, dad I hate them too but please be sensible
  • under his anger, he sees how this broke them
    • pulls them into a hug, even if he got muddy as well
  • when you come home, Zen tells you and now Pup has two FURIOUS parents who will burn down the entire school to keep you safe
  • oh jeez

Jumin

  • he figured that Kit was hiding something from him
  • they seemed more distant, not willing to tell them specific details of their day
    • honestly, he loves to hear about it come on
  • you and Jumin try talking to them but they still evade the question
  • they just didn’t seem right
  • Jumin comes home and Kit is sitting on the couch playing with Elizabeth 3rd
    • they’re wearing a hat that shadowed their face
    • ???
  • since it’s rude to wear a hat in the house, he asks for them to take it off
  • and they say no
  • >.> exCCUSSSEE ME????
  • the donut has full reign on his emotions, so he asks again peacefully
  • it’s not the time to test their father’s patience
  • they take off their hat that was trying to cover the big shiner on their left eye
  • and things start to click in the donut’s brain
  • he sits down next to his child and Elizabeth 3rd
  • “Kit, is there something you want to talk about?”
  • they talk about the bully that’s been dogging them for weeks, making their life a living hell to the point where Kit felt so empty and worthless inside
  • externally Jumin is attentive to his child, listening to their story, being there for them
  • internally he has a rage that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns
    • it was getting so bad that he wanted to excuse himself to call you
    • hearing your voice would definitely calm him down
  • the most important thing he could do is be there for them
  • pulls Kit into a tight hug before he grabs an ice pack for them
  • the next day he sends them with bodyguards and the bully doesn’t bother Kit anymore???
    • thanks to their dad, he put the fear of God into them

707

  • Kit hasn’t been talkative lately
    • usually, they chew his ear off
    • like father like child ^^
  • this is already sending warning signs to Seven
  • then they stopped doing things they enjoy doing like playing games or watching their favorite TV show
  • one day Seven visits Kit in their room as they’re doing homework
  • he asks them if they’re alright and if there’s anything they need to say
  • they just mumble a few words and get back to work
  • he can tell they’re bothered by his presence so he leaves
  • later he brings them a snack
    • and you know it’s Honey Buddha Chips :3
  • when they turn down the snack
  • THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH THEM!!!
  • THEY NEVER TURN DOWN HONEY BUDDHA CHIPS!!!
  • Seven expresses his concerns and asks them if they’re REALLY okay
  • then they just break down
  • tells him about the bullies who have turned them into their dummy
    • and it hurts them because they used to be friends
  • Seven holds them in a tight hug while they cry
  • when they have no more tears left, he vows to them that he will solve their problem
  • “Don’t worry. Defender of Justice 707 is going to destroy them for you Kitkat ^^”
  • O_O when Seven says he’s going to DESTROY somebody, they just get fucked up
  • all you want is just justice but he tends to take it too far
  • when you come home Seven has them explain their situation
  • you’re the sane one so they expect you to go talk to the principal
  • but you have this stone-cold look
  • “DESTROY THEM!”
  • they have two insane parents who love them
  • the bullies should be afraid  ٩(ఠ益ఠ)۶

anonymous asked:

WHATEVER YOU DO: DONT GET A SQUIP. I mean like technically I can't stop you but I can tell you it made one guy burn down a house and another almost take over his entire and school and also the world so be careful

“I’m seeing minor details here, and taking over a school and the world doesn’t sound half bad. I think I’d make a pretty good ruler!”

please read *why you can't make fun of eczema*

don’t make fun of people with eczema
like this should go without saying
I have severe eczema and my freshman yet of high school it was covering my entire body from my eyes all the way down my neck and my shoulders and arms entirely covered and large patches covering my stomach and legs
I couldn’t physically move most of the time without my skin ripping open and oozing and bleeding
I couldn’t even blink because my eyelids were entirely covered
it would itch like crazy, and if I scratched it my skin would open up and ooze more and burn like pouring alcohol on a cut, but it wasn’t just a paper cut, this was my entire body
I missed 32 days of school my freshman year going to doctors trying new ways to heal it and most of the time taking NyQuil so I could sleep through the day and not feel the pain
and since my entire body was open skin when it got infected it would get so bad id have to go to the ER
and te whole time I was going through this physical torment, I was going through emotional torment as well
when I went to school there were whispers about it being an hivs on my face because I sucked someone off, people used to look at me take a step back and go “are you contagious”
and since it was just a skin problem no one even considered it was that painful or that bad
I remember barely passing my classes so my mom went in to talk to my teachers
and I sat outside the door and heard my teacher say “she needs to stop using her skin as an excuse to be lazy”
I remember getting yelled at for wearing scarfs and gloves and glasses to hide it
so when you point to someone with some red dry skin and go ew
you can fuck off

The Flour Sack Baby

So about forever ago I got the above prompt, and even earlier than that, someone requested a fic based on this art, which I promised to do and promptly forgot about (I mean, we’re talking this was well over a year ago now, so cut me the smallest bit of slack). 

Anyway, I decided to combine the two and it turned into whatever this is.

E/R developing relationship, modern high school AU.

“Alright class, settle down,” Valjean said from the front of the room, and the class slowly fell into silence, until Courfeyrac, who hadn’t been paying attention, was the only one left talking animatedly to Marius, who blushed when Valjean said pointedly, “That does mean you, Mr. Courfeyrac.”

The class tittered and Courfeyrac grinned while Valjean just rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. “As much as I know you’ve all been looking forward to being done with our unit on sexually transmitted infections, that does mean we have to move into our next unit on family planning. As a reminder, I do not set the health class curriculum, the Board of Education does, so Mr. Enjolras, before you even bother complaining, my answer will be as it has been this entire time that there is nothing I can do.”

Enjolras scowled and crossed his arms in front of his chest, and from the back of the room, Grantaire snorted. “That being said,” Valjean continued, reaching under his desk and pulling out a sack of flour and setting it down on his desk with perhaps more force than necessary, “as you know, our final class project is the dreaded ‘flour baby’ project, and this year, I’ve decided to be a bit creative with the partnership assignments, to recognize – even if the school board refuses to do so – the reality of couples and partnerships beyond heterosexual marriages.”

For the first time, the class’s interest seemed piqued, and Valjean smiled before telling them, “But as a reminder, these partnerships are assigned and are not going to be changed, so I want to hear no complaining.” He grabbed his clipboard and began reading through the assignments, most of which garnered no more than the typical giggling and groaning, until he got to one assignment – “Mr. Enjolras, you’ll be working with Mr. Grantaire.”

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Arguments - Fred Weasley Imagine

-Requested-

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Can I have a one where (y/n) is friends with Pansy and picks on everyone but Fred takes it like a champ and fires back at her and it makes her swoon and they spend the rest of the day insult/complimenting each other?
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A/n: I’m sorry if this sucked! I’ve never been in a heated argument and never have I insulted someone. Well I have once or twice but I hardly do it to anyone and I’m not very good at burning someone wth words.

~Fred’s POV~

Walking down the corridor towards the Great Hall for lunch, an awfully familiar voice catches my attention. This annoying high pitched voice belonged to the one and only Miss. Pansy Parkinson. Then as I walk forward a few more steps, I hear another voice that belongs to Pansy’s friend. (Y/n) (Y/l/n). They think they could rule the entire school with the snap of their fingers and have everyone under their command which makes me laugh at the thought of having them as headmistresses here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They pick on anyone and everyone they lay their eyes on, I suppose it’s just to show everyone how powerful they are when really they’re the weak ones.

Whenever I see (Y/n) and Pansy bullying someone, I lose my temper quite quickly. Who do they think they are? Hogwarts is supposed to be a place of learning where kids can learn and have fun with the magical gifts that they are given to since birth. Not a place where a kid shall feel insecure about themselves and dread coming out of their room to face a bully. In the muggle world, Harry told me there are lots of bad people out there. Bullies being one of them. I stand up for what I think is right. I turn the corner and see a first year Hufflepuff girl cowering in her spot looking down, too afraid to look up at the two Slytherins who were making fun of her. (Y/n) is the first one to look up and make contact with me.

“What are you looking at Weasel?” She spat making Pansy cackle for calling me a Weasel. I’m so sick and tired of these two picking on everyone including me. They might get away with it with the other people but it won’t be so easy to pass me.

“Obviously nothing interesting.” I say plainly walking up to the two Slytherins and stepping in front of the shaking first year Hufflepuff. (Y/n)’s smile turns into a smirk, what is she up too? “Why do you pick on everyone? Do you not get tired of acting like a bitch all the time?”

She laughs coldly at my last question. “Well, Weasley. If you must know, I don’t settle for little things like you and you’re poor family do. I’m out for bigger and better things unlike you I’m rich.” She seems to be indulging in every single word she says. I stay quiet and cross my arms over my chest as she spits hateful words at me that are supposed to effect me in some way. “You and you’re family are just blood traitors! Hanging out with Mudbloods and idiots who act just like you! My father is right. The Weasleys are a disgrace to the name of wizardry!”

“Are you done?” (Y/n)’s smirk turns into a smile at my words. I can see the excitement in her eyes, I guess she likes it when someone turns out to be just as snarky as she is. When she opens her mouth to say something, I cut her off.

“I’m tired of hearing you talk all the time. Do you not get that you’re annoying? You should stop acting like a little witch so maybe you could get friends. Pansy doesn’t count because I know you paid her just to be near you.” I smirked. I go on and on about how she should stop acting like a bitch after a while of back and forth bickering between me and (Y/n). Pansy seemed to have enough of all the yelling while (Y/n) seemed to like this kind of talking. Pansy grabbed her by the arm and dragged (Y/n) away from me.

~(Y/n)’s POV~

“Why don’t you just kiss Weasley already?” Pansy tells me as she drags me towards the Great Hall where lunch was being served.

“What do you mean?” I ask just thinking about me and Fred’s little chat. I like a boy who doesn’t take crap from anyone, someone who fights back.

“It’s obvious that you two fancy each other!” I rolled my eyes at her but I can’t help but blush at the thought of Fred fancying me.

“See! You do fancy him!”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Why does it care?”

“Because I’m tired of hearing you two shout at each other!” We enter the Great Hall and sit down at Slytherin table with the rest of the students from our house. “Do you think Fred fancies me?” She give me a look and I hit her on the arm. “It’s just a question!”

“Yes! Can’t you see that?” I look over at Gryffindor table and my cheeks turn a crimson red as I see Fred staring at me. He’s not looking at me with a snarl, he’s looking at me with a small smile on his face. I quickly look down at my plate, not feeling hungry any more. We leave the great hall and make our way towards next period unfortunately I have Fred for that class. All the students gather up in the back of the classroom awaiting the teacher’s instructions.

“Today, we will be brewing Draught of Living Death. I daresay that one drop would kill us all! Now, I will choose partners so you don’t mess around with your friends.” Professor Slughorn said. “Mr. Malfoy with Miss. Parkinson, Mr. Weasley with Miss. (Y/l/n)-” The rest of Slughorn’s words don’t enter my ears as I look at Fred with dislike and possibly with a hint of admiration. We take our seat and begin to work on our potion. I was about to add powdered root of asphodel but Fred grabbed my hand making me feel a bit flustered.

“You should read the instructions first, beautiful.” Fred says making a shiver run down my spine. He shows me the book and it says that I should add infusion of Wormwood first. I grab the bottle filled with infusion of Wormwood and tip it over the cauldron, my hand shaking excessively making me realize just how nervous Fred was making me. He grabs my hand and helps me pour the liquid into the boiling cauldron.

“I got it, Weasley.” I say trying to show him that I can handle this myself.

“Are you sure?” He taunted

“I’m sure… Asshat” I whisper the last word.

“What was that?” He asked

“Nothing” I smile innocently at him. I soon find out that he doesn’t understand the words ‘I got it’. He starts to get mad whenever I tell him to back off. Obviously I got this whole potion under control! I have top grades in potions! As I get ahold of the sloth brain, Fred grabs it to. We both tug on it.

“Let go of it, Fred”

“Why don’t you let go?”

“Because I want to do it!”

“What if I want to do it!” We both tug on the brain roughly making it break in half. We both look at the brain for a moment in silence then I start yelling at Fred. He gets angry and starts yelling at me. “My fault! This is all your fault!” Slughorn looks absolutely lost and doesn’t know what to do to solve this problem of two screaming teenagers. I grab my bag and stormed out of the room hiding out at the large oak tree near Black Lake. Sunset has passed and there is still some bright color in the sky. I press my back against the cool bark of the tree and close my eyes. I feel great excitement whenever I argue with Fred but I do feel a little ashamed at myself for even being mean to him.

“Hey” I hear a voice say softly, I look to the side to see Fred peaking from behind the tree. He sits next to me and looks at the glimmering lake.

“That sloth is not going to forgive you for what you did.” I laugh.

“I think I should be the one saying that.” He chuckled. There’s a moment’s pause before I say anything. “I’m sorry”

“For?” He asks making me scoff in disbelief.

“You should be grateful I’m even apologizing for anything, Weasley.”

“True, I’m sorry too”

“For?” I mimic him making us both laugh.

“Friends?” He asks me. I hum in uncertainty before standing up.

“Friends? I don’t know, Weasley. But I’ll see you tomorrow” I say giving him a wink making him smirk. This is definitely not the end.

~~Kristian

anonymous asked:

Could you do the 45 au in nalu? That would be so cool *thumbs up*

I didn’t expect to get so many of these so I’m keeping them short and sweet. <3

45. pretending to hate each other au.

Her father watched her from the car, watched as she vociferously warned Natsu away from her side with both her fists and her words. He stepped back with his arms folded, brow raised as though ready to engage her anger head on. The indignation was clear in his eyes, but so was the love. The secret, seductive pull of love that made it ever so difficult to carry on with this tiresome charade.

“Watch where you’re going,” Lucy brushed off her designer purse and tossed her hair back over her shoulder. “Until I’ve graduated I don’t want any of you beasts touching me. I know it’s hard to resist a cute girl like me so I’ll let you off with a final warning, kay?”

She saw the amusement flicker in his eyes – amusement he quickly replaced with something else. “Why don’t you go back to your castle, Princess? We burn witches at the stake, you know. ”

“I can’t,” she placed a hand on her hip and pressed a fingertip to his forehead, “There’s a Dragon in the way. Go burn down some buildings and leave me alone.”

She caught her father looking as he drove away. He had been strict about boyfriends ever since she’d entered high school – that’s why she did her best to keep their relationship a secret. That’s why everyone in the entire school believed, truly believed, that Lucy’s heart had no room in it for Natsu Dragneel.

“Is he gone?” Natsu said under his breath, catching a glimpse of students passing them by. Most were standing under the shade of trees, watching from the darkness. Lucy’s fights were often broadcast through the school long before they’d finished. 

“I don’t know,” she turned to walk down the path, her eyes fixed on the entrance ahead. “We should go. I’ll see you at lu–”

Her weight toppled into his side as he dragged her behind the hedge. It took her a moment to find her feet and even then she struggled to keep up with his pace as he pulled her through the school yard. The moment her back hit the wall she felt his lips crash down on hers. The kiss was short but sweet, and lingered long after he’d gone. She watched his back as he walked away, watched as Loke draped an arm around him. She yearned for the day she’d be able to walk beside him like that. She had to be patient. It was difficult, though, when the taste of the person she loved consumed every part of her body.

Lucy stayed put until he’d reached the stone steps leading into the school. Only then did he turn around and give her the brightest smile he could muster. Her heart jumped. She could do this. She could wait a little while longer.

Just four more weeks to go.

Ironman Lake Placid 2016 Race Report - Part 3

Transition 1.

The run from the swim to T1 wasn’t exactly short, I believe I heard it was 300 yards, but I loved it. The fan support at Lake Placid is second to none. Between the swim and bag area I saw my immediate family, best friends, a friend who attended the training camp with me last year, Mandy, and the two coaches who ran the training camp, Jeff and Sherri-Anne. Needless to say, they were all elated to see me out of the water.  After I passed them, I grabbed my bike bag, ran to the changing tent, and the first volunteer I saw was my tri-team teammate James! He grabbed my bag from me, took all my gear out while I was pulling my wetsuit off, may or may not have seen my bare white ass while I was changing from my swim shorts to bike shorts (I warned him, but honestly that whole tent was a sausage party), helped me gear up for the ride, and before I knew it I was on my way out of the tent. I got some sunscreen from a volunteer and immediately realized it wasn’t enough. Oh well, that was my first lesson learned. I rounded part of the oval, entered the grassy area where Catalina was napping, a volunteer yelled out my number over a megaphone, and by the time I got to my rack a volunteer was waiting for me with my bike! The volunteer complimented my bike, joked with me that she debated taking a piece of my PB&J because it looked good, and off I went! There were very few bikes left in transition, because I’m such an awesome swimmer, so I had all of the volunteers cheering for me. Perk of being a slow! Either way, I approached the mount line, inhaled one of my Clif bars, and prepared myself for the fun part, the 112 mile bike ride!

The Bike.

Once I got out onto the bike course I had a feeling like no other. I did not feel like I just swam for almost two hours. I felt fresh. I felt ready to kick it up a notch. I felt ready to fuck shit up!

The easiest way to describe the first loop of the ride? Fun! Right out of the gate I was picking people off. I had a year’s worth of pent up energy in my legs, ready to hit the hills of the Lake Placid Ironman course! I cruised up the long climb out of LP, passing those who looked to be struggling already (this kinda worried me; not for myself, but for them), hammered the rollers until the Keene descent, and then bombed down the hill, with a top speed of 47 mph! I stayed in my larger chain ring for the majority of the first loop, cruising in and out of the aero position, taking in the beautiful scenery along the way. I stopped at each aid station, chatted up the volunteers (I wasn’t going to win the race, so I was going to enjoy my day!), and kept it moving.

Random note: At one point on the racecourse, somewhere between the Keene descent and the Ausable out-and-back, there were kamikaze chickens. Yes, you read that right, Kamikaze chickens. As I approached them, going roughly 25mph, I was baffled. There was a guy in a lawn chair in the grass, to the right of them, who didn’t seem to care. I figured they’d run to the grass as I approached. Nope! They just kept doing their chicken thang in the road. “Getting plowed by a carbon fiber road bike” would’ve never been my thought for the answer to “why did the chicken cross the road?”

To be completely honest, I barely looked at my Garmin during the first loop, only to see how close I was to my next snack. I was just enjoying the ride, smiling as often as I could!

I did my thing on the Ausable out-and-back, climbed out to Wilmington, took in more gorgeous sights, cruised through the Hazelton out-and-back, and made my way back to Lake Placid. At this point there’s only 15 miles left in the first loop of the bike course, but it’s where you’ll find out who actually trained hills. See course description below.

For me, miles 40-56 were fun. At one point a motorcycle with flashing lights passed me and I knew who followed. It was Heather-Fucking-Jackson tearing the course up! She was already on her second lap of the bike course, heading back to LP to start the marathon, while I was heading back to start my second bike loop! As she passed me I yelled out “HEATHER, YOU’RE FUCKING AWESOME!!!” and she looked over and smiled! It took so much control not to pick up my pace and hammer the hill with her, but I held back and raced my race.

Before I knew it, I was approaching “The Bears,” at mile 54. The bears consist of 3 “hills”, (I use this term loosely, because Quassy skewed my definition of what a hill actually was. See: Hell) and are appropriately named Momma Bear, Baby Bear, and Papa Bear. I made easy work of Momma and Baby, with Poppa looming ahead. From a distance, Poppa seems a little daunting, but with the crowd lining both sides of the road, I made Poppa my bitch. I hit the bottom of the hill with a head of steam and flew straight up it, giving the energy back to the huge crowd as I got to the top. It was amazing! I made the turn at the top and knew I was halfway home on the bike course.  I cruised along Mirror Lake while taking in the atmosphere and energy from the crowds.

I scanned the crowds as I approached, hoping to see my family, and I started to think I missed them. It wasn’t until I was approaching special needs that I saw them!! And, on cue, there was Jess!

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I acknowledged them, waved, and headed to special needs. I grabbed my new PB&J sandwich, my slushee pedialyte (it didn’t completely thaw, but it was enough fluid/slush to fill most of my bottle), and grabbed my spare Clif bars. It felt like flawless preparation on my part. After a minute or five I was on my way. I rode around Main Street, past the Olympic oval, down around the back of the high school (where the split for T2 and the second lap is), and started my second lap.

I made my way out of Lake Placid, again, but this time runners accompanied me! It was humbling seeing how fast they were! Unfortunately, my excitement was short lived, because roughly 3 miles into the second loop I started to cramp severely in both of my medial quads. My left quad started to cramp first, and then my right, with the pedialyte saving the day in between cramps, but I was burning through it entirely too fast. I spaced my first bottle of pedialyte across the whole first 56-mile loop, but I was damn near empty with my second bottle as I approached the mile 72 aid station. It was getting bad. I desperately needed salt. In came my savior! I stopped at the aid station and asked the first person I saw if they had salt tablets. She looked at me and said “No, and I have no idea why not!” She then thought to herself and ran over to me and asked, “If I can get you some potato chips, would that help?” I immediately lit up and said, “That’d be AMAZING!” She ran off to the snack section designated strictly for the volunteers and grabbed a couple bags of regular Lays potato chips for me! She opened one, handed it to me, opened the second one, rolled up the top, and stuck it in my bike jersey! I inhaled most of the bag and probably thanked her ten times for saving my ass. She didn’t have to do that, but she did.

I can’t say enough about the volunteers out on the bike course. They made me feel like this was MY race. Whether it was running to get snacks and bottles of hydration for me, holding my bike while I ran into the port-o-potty, or covering me with sunscreen from head to toe, they were the real MVPs.

Miles 73-110 were similar to the first loop, except a little bit slower due to the heat and the obvious fatigue. I stopped eating towards the end of the ride, even though I knew I had to. After 7 hours, I just didn’t have it in me to eat any more PB&J. I conquered The Bears one more time and knew I was done with the bike course. I cruised towards Lake Placid, except now there were A LOT more people on the run course! It was MOBBED! It looked so awesome to see so many people out there! We shared the road as I cruised down Mirror Lake Drive. I saw my friend Carl for the first time of the day; he was already killing it at mile 11 on the run! He saw me approaching, yelled to me, and seemed so pumped that I was about to finish the bike, knowing I actually made it out of the water before the cutoff that morning. It felt great! I made my way down through Lake Placid, spotted my friends, Steve and Heather, as I was rounding onto Main Street, gave a Lance Armstrong-esque fist pump as they cheered, and made my way around the back of the High School to finish my ride.

I was done with the 112-mile ride. 7 hours and 43 minutes.

A volunteer awaited at the dismount line for Catalina; so I hopped off, grabbed my Garmin, and watched as she was escorted away to transition after owning the shit out of that course. I hit the lap button on my Garmin, crossed the Bike Entrance arch and I was officially on my way to T2!

Transition 2.

For some reason, as soon as I got off the bike I started to run. There was no reason to run, and running in bike shoes is pretty dumb, but I was so pumped to be done with the 2.4-mile swim and 112-mile bike ride.

I grabbed my run bag from my rack, ran into T2, and to my surprise James was working the tent again! He grabbed my stuff, unloaded my run bag as I took my bike gear off, and helped me get ready for the run. He assured me that I came in with plenty of time to spare before the bike cutoff, and that I had roughly 7 hours to finish the marathon. That excited me, but I realized I still had to finish a fucking MARATHON in order to be called an Ironman. I did a triple check of my gear, got coated in sunscreen by a volunteer outside of the tent, and hit the lap button on my Garmin.

It was time for the marathon.

It was time to earn my Ironman status.

It was time for redemption.