– this is for @jared-padaloveme ‘s Fluffy Birthday Challenge.
Happy Birthday Juju! With the prompt/trope → “You’re afraid
that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but
now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people
around and I’m getting vry suspicious.”
first time you met Sam Winchester, you were only a little munchkin.
You barely remember but your mom had taken pictures. They were kept
in your memory box, stored deep inside your closet, hidden under a
few old sweaters that don’t fit you anymore but you refuse to throw
Hey I just saw your Patton angst fic and I was wondering if you could make a part 3? It was really good and people are mostly focusing on Logan and Virgil and not Patton and I really need some Patton angst and if you can't write a part 3 maybe a tiny fic? Where Patton is just breaking down and crying infront of the others?
*whispers* You’re all so good to me.
I guess I’ll write a part 3 to the Patton angst. :3
The end is really, really bad, but I hope the rest is good! <3
Warnings: Crying, yelling, some self-hatred and self-deprecation, and implied verbal abuse
Ship(s): None/Platonic LAMP???
Patton clung to Virgil tightly as they slowly made their way to Thomas’ living room, taking in deep, shaky breaths and trying to calm himself down. Virgil didn’t look any better, his face paler than usual as he gripped Patton’s hand tightly, gently biting his bottom lip. The two of them watched silently for a moment as Roman, Logan, and Thomas continued to watch a movie together, not seeming to notice their presence. That is until Logan spoke up.
“We know you’re there, Virgil. I thought we told you to go-” Logan started, voice low. His eyes widened and his voice immediately cut off as he saw Patton standing behind Virgil, face buried in the other’s shoulder and trembling slightly.
“Patton? You’re…You’re back?” Logan asked, mouth hanging open in surprise. Patton nodded and made no move to look at the other, still shivering with fear as he slowly approached him and Virgil. Logan tilted his head slightly, observing Patton in bemusement and slight guilt.
“I…Are you alright? You’ve been gone for a while,” Logan muttered, twiddling his thumbs nervously and glancing from Virgil to Patton. The fatherly trait blinked and lifted his head off of the darker trait’s shoulder. Suddenly determined, he squeezed Virgil’s shoulder reassuringly and drew himself up, stepping in front of the other and folding his arms across his chest.
“No. I’m not alright. And Virgil isn’t either,” Patton said coldly, eyes cold and, scarily enough, unforgiving. Roman watched the small group from the couch, swallowing back a lump in his throat. Thomas sank lower, burying his head in his hands, clearly affected by the turmoil around him. Logan could feel the anger rolling off of Patton and quickly ducked his gaze, backing away slowly. Virgil stared at Patton in confusion.
“How could you honestly ask if I’m alright? After what you did to me? After what you did to Virgil?!” Patton hissed, seething, clenching his fists at his sides. Logan opened his mouth to reply and Patton shushed him with a glare. “I’m not done. You’re going to shut up and sit down and let me talk for once.” Logan quickly nodded and hurried over to the couch. Patton took Virgil by the hand and tugged him gently into the living room, giving him a reassuring smile before turning back to Logan, Roman, and Thomas.
“So, what’s it been like without me, hm? Has it been fun?” the moral side asked bitterly. “What’s it like not having me around? Was it nice, not having a stupid waste of space like me to bother you about every little thing?” Logan and Roman both flinched. Virgil’s face had paled and he collapsed into the armchair, hiding his face in his hands.
“Do you regret calling me stupid? A failure? Telling me that all I do is mess things up? Because I don’t. Want to know why?” Patton’s voice cracked as he spoke and the anger was suddenly washed away from his face, giving way to despair. Logan looked up at him in surprise and Roman stiffened. Thomas and Virgil both peeked at the normally happy trait between their fingers, frightened.
“I-It’s because…it’s because you were right. Yes, Thomas needs me, and I realize that…b-but it took me abandoning all of you and letting you suffer and turn on each other for me to realize it,” Patton said. “I-I’m a horrible, s-stupid, selfish person! I don’t….I don’t deserve to be part of you! P-Please, just…st-stop hurting Virgil, and let me come back a-and I promise I’ll do better,” Patton continued between small sobs as tears slowly began to make their way down his cheeks. Roman’s eyes softened and he slowly stood.
“STOP! I KNOW WHAT YOU”RE GOING TO SAY! I KNOW YOU’RE RIGHT, SO JUST FORGIVE ME AND LET ME COME BACK, PLEASE!” Patton shouted, clapping his hands over his ears and sobbing. Logan and Roman exchanged a look of shock before jumping to their feet and wrapping the fatherly trait in a hug. Patton tried to wrench away, tried to push Roman and Logan off of him, but they weren’t having it.
“None of that’s true. You’re sweet and amazing, and loving, and we had no right to make you feel this way. It is us who should be begging for forgiveness, not you,” Roman said, threading his fingers through Patton’s hair and fighting back tears. Logan was silent, rigid as he had his arms wrapped tightly around Patton’s waist.
“Yes it is, it’s all true. St-Stop…Stop lying to me! I let you hurt Virgil, I let Thomas suffer, I-I….I’m a horrible person. I don’t deserve this. I don’t I don’t,” Patton moaned, burying his face in Logan’s shoulder and shivering. Virgil’s face twisted into a pained expression. Patton felt bad because of what the others had done to him. Did that make this his fault? Of course, that made it his fault. And he was the one who had done so badly in controlling Patton’s emotions. Patton was not the one to blame.
“You’re wrong, Patton. If there’s any blame to be had, I’m the one who should get it,” Virgil said firmly, sitting up in his chair shakily. “I was the one who messed everything up when you left. Logan and Roman had a right to be mad at me, and you should be angry at me too. I fucked everything up. You don’t deserve to feel like this, dad,” Virgil continued slowly.
“Neither do you, Virgil. It is our fault, and ours alone. We had no right to treat either of you the way we did. I, personally, did it out of spite. You are not at fault, I promise,” Logan said solemnly, turning his head slightly to look at Virgil. The darker trait blinked slowly, mouth hanging open in surprise. Slowly, slowly, a gentle, open-mouthed smile formed on his lips and his eyes brimmed with tears. Patton let out a loud sniffle and half chuckle before kissing both Roman and Logan on the forehead, letting out a relieved sigh. He was about to speak when a loud sob interrupted all of them. Virgil’s head snapped over to the couch abruptly, where Thomas was still sitting. The said man was sitting on the couch with his hands balled into fists, head bowed low and his shoulders shaking with sobs.
“Thomas, are you okay?!” Roman asked in a panic, running forward and kneeling in front of his host, taking his hands in his own and looking at him in concern.
“I-I’m sorry, I…I just…I’m so glad Patton’s back!” Thomas gasped between heaving breaths and sobs, looking up at his sides, his tear-stained face filled with relief and exhaustion. Roman grinned and Patton pulled away from Logan, leaping onto the couch to wrap Thomas in a hug. Roman stayed on his knees, resting his head against Thomas’ leg as Logan sighed and walked over, getting on the other side of Thomas and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Virgil hesitantly got up and walked behind the couch, leaning down and wrapping Thomas up in a hug from behind.
“I’m sorry I left kiddo. I won’t do that to you again, I promise,” Patton whispered, pressing a kiss to Thomas’ temple and nuzzling into his shoulder. He was home at last.
Since I’m a forgetful idiot, I missed Jumin’s birthday yesterday! As an apology to King Juju, I wrote this smut fic during my lunch break today (because why eat real food when you can quench your thirst with some Jumin smut?) I also blame Mother Nature for making me write this so awfully, my hormones have been a mess. So happy belated birthday to Jumin and remember this my friends, I’m a terrible smut writer. Enjoy!!
Jumin needed a break, especially since it was his birthday. You could tell by his tired eyes, shaggy shoulders, and constant yawning that he was overworking himself. Anytime you would try to convince him to take a day off from work, he would dismiss the idea and say that he had too much to get done to rest.
Normally you would have just let him go but today was different, it was his birthday. But yet again, Jumin left for work for the day leaving you only with a short goodbye and sweet kiss.
You were determined to make this birthday the best one imaginable for Jumin. You already bought him a present but you didn’t think that it was enough. You mulled over some ideas for a while until the perfect one came to mind.
Jumin came home, late again, but this time to the smell of heavenly food. He wandered into the kitchen to find you finishing up preparing his favorite meal.
“Welcome home, Jumin! I hope that you had a good day at work. Relax now, I sent the chef home for the night so that I could cook you a special homemade meal!”
You helped Jumin take off his jacket then went back to your cooking. For the first time in weeks, Jumin felt himself relax as he lounged on the couch and slowly closed his eyes.
Once you announced that it was time for dinner, Jumin almost appointed you his new chef on the stop. He hummed in contentment as he tasted your cooking, it had been so long since he had a meal cooked with love for him.
When the two of you were done with dinner, Jumin opened up the present that you got him, a tie with cat paw prints on it.
“This is by far the best gift I have ever received. Thank you for this, MC. I promise to treasure it always. Now, are you ready to go to sleep my dear?”
“I’m glad that you liked it! But no Jumin, I still have one more present for you. Close your eyes and don’t look until I tell you to!”
Jumin did as he was told and closed his eyes, anxiously waiting for your return. When he heard you tell him to open his eyes, he was in shock.
He saw you dressed up in some lacy lingerie complete with cat ears and a collar with a tiny bell. You giggled at Jumin’s expression, you waltzed your way over to him and sat on his lap, slowly taking his shirt off.
“I’m your last gift for your birthday, Jumin. My goal tonight is to give you as much pleasure as you can handle. Hope you’re ready for no sleep tonight my love.”
And with that, you ripped Jumin’s shirt off while roughly kissing him. Your tongue invaded his mouth as you rubbed his tongue with yours, making him moan loudly.
Jumin reluctantly pulled away from the kiss for air but you moved your kisses along his neck then to his chest. He let out a deep groan when you latched onto and sucked one of his sensitive nipples. While your mouth was on his chest, you rubbed your crotch against his rapidly hardening cock. Jumin tugged at your hair and dropped his head into the crook of your neck.
Before he knew it, you tugged down his pants along with his boxers. Jumin let out a high pitched moan when you wrapped your lips around his painfully hard cock. He panted as you used your hand for the base of his shaft while your mouth harshly sucked on the tip.
Jumin was so lost in pleasure that he didn’t even realize that he was bucking his hips so that you were gagging in his cock. He tried to pull away but you held his thighs to keep him steady. You moaned around his cock as he fucked your mouth at a rapid pace. Your eyes shot open when you felt his hot cum go down your throat. Jumin moaned your name as he held your head steady as he emptied himself.
You finally pulled away from Jumin, panting as you caught your breath. Jumin grabbed you and lift you onto the bed with him. You noticed that his cock was still hard so you maneuvered yourself to have Jumin sit against the bed’s headboard.
“It’s still your birthday, Jumin. Relax and let me give you the pleasure you deserve.”
You rubbed your soaking core against the tip of Jumin’s cock, smirking as he panted and begged you to fuck him. The two of you groan in unison as you completely sheathed Jumin’s cock. He gave you small words of encouragement as you rode him.
Jumin helped guide you as he placed his hands on your ass cheeks, squeezing them ocasionally as he bit onto your neck. You steadied yourself by holding onto his broad shoulders, moving as quickly as you could.
Since the two of you were still so arroused, it didn’t take either one of you long to come. You yelled Jumin’s name as you came, tightening around his cock. Soon after, Jumin lowly said your name as his hot seeds entered your womb.
The two of you collapsed next to each other, both completely spent. Jumin interlaced his fingers with yours as he brushed your hair out of your eyes.
“This truly was the best birthday I ever had. I adore spending time with you and today was no exception. Thank you so much for everything MC, I love you.”
Hearing Jumin’s sweet words helped lull you into sleep as you cuddled into Jumin’s bear chest.
“I love you too. Happy birthday Jumin.”
Jumin chuckled as you mumbled those words as you fell asleep. He would have to make sure that he would find a proper way to repay you for your services. But for one, Jumin planned on spending the last remaining hours of his birthday with you, the woman who helped him find what true love is.
I’m sad this is the last chapter, but don’t worry there may be more. This chapter switched between both POVs.
Also, It gets a tad fluffy for like half a second and it was weird, but whateves. I make up for it with a steller star wars argument. It made me laugh, and that’s whats important. Any whoobie enjoy smuttlets.
Ps, I linked Megan's dress in there so you can see what i pictured, also what i pictured the wedding to look like. Because I like visuals. They will be bolded
The alarm on your phone blares loudly through the room. You try desperately to locate it with your eye’s closed.“Just five more fucking minutes” Your eyes fly open when you realize why you had the alarm set in the first place.
Part 2 Juice getting physical with you because of his jealousy.
“Tinker!” Suzzie said. Suzzie was Julian’s sister. The two of you were so close but you lost contact with her because you left her brother and didn’t want anything to do with him. Julian was probably the worst guy you dated but the two of you had history, you didn’t love him anymore but he would always be your Juju and you was his Tinker. “Hey girl. I missed you.” You said getting out of bed hugging her. Once she squeezed you tight you realized how sore your side was. “Oh my God Y/N, what the fuck happened to you?!” Suzzie asked. You rolled your eyes but before you could reply Julian said, “I’m gonna beat that punk bitch up.” “Funny how you say that but you used to beat me worse.” You said to him remembering all the fights the two of you got into. “That was different, I was a boy and now I’m a man. Let me show you how better of a person I am baby doll.” He said looking into your eyes. You burst out laughing, “Julian, please! Ain’t no chance in hell you will ever get this again. Make someone else happy please.” “Okay that’s enough. Come on Y/N, we have a lot to catch up on. Let’s go to the mall.” Suzzie said. “Girl i dont have any money.” You said. “Here you go baby doll.” Julian said.
“So, what happened with that Milk guy?“ Suzzie asked, trying to be funny because she knew damn well his name Juice. “You know his name Suzzie, & I don’t want to talk about it. I thought he was different but I guess he’s like your brother.” You said looking down. “You and my brother had yalls issues but yall were good together too.” She said. “Suzzie don’t be naive. Nothing good came out of that relationship , the only thing that did come out of that relationship was broken bones on both ends.” You said. “Enough about all this, you need to see my kids. They miss you.” “I miss them too! How old is Savannah now?” “She’s 5.” She said showing me pictures. Just then her phone started ringing, “Hello?” ….. “Yeah, I’ll pick them up.” She said hanging up. “That was my kids school, I need to go get them since both of them have fevers. I’ll drop you back at Juju’s.” “Alright.” … you walked up to Julian’s door and walked into his place, he was cooking. “Surprised there’s no hoes in the house for once.” You said getting his attention. “Nah baby doll. I’m making your favorite, lasagna. Come over here and bake like we used to.” He said. You smiled and got eggs out the refrigerator. Although Julian and you had a horrible relationship, cooking was probably the best thing the two of you did together.
“Has Tara or Lyla heard anything about Y/N?” Juice asked Opie and Jax. “Na man.” Jax said. “Lyla either. Ima just wanted to fuck your head up brother, your girl just went to her for money and then she vanished. That’s what she told Lyla.” Opie said. “I just want to tell her how sorry I am, I fucked up bad.” Juice said. “Don’t let all this fuck up your head, she knows your sorry and she will come back and that’s when you’ll tell her how much she means to you.” Jax said. “I hope your right.” Juice said. “Here take a drink and relax kid. You did your damage, now sit and wait for the outcome” Piney said, handing Juice a shot. With that he down 5 more and was gone for the night… everyone was passed out at the club house but Juice had woken up and started walking to his bike but Gemma saw him from the office. “Oh no you don’t honey.” She said his keys. “Why can’t she forgive me Gem? A drunken Juice asked. "She needs time Juice, you hurt her very bad.” With that Juice broke down. “She can’t leave me Gem, she can’t. I know I messed up but I would be lost without her.” He said crying. Chibs came out of the club house running to take Juice off of Gemma’s hands. “Get him home.” Gemma said. “Got him.” Chibs said. “We need to find Y/N.” She said
“You remember when we went to the club and that guy was all up on me and you knocked him out?” You said laughing with Julian. “Oh yeah and then his sister and you got into that fight outside the club! Crazy bitch ripped almost ripped out your hair. Her home girl tried to jump you, and I had to push that bitch off you.” He said smiling and shaking his head. “We did always have each other’s back no matter what.” You said. “Yeah you was the realest. I’m sorry for everything I did to you Tinker. I was fucked up back then, I mean I’d be lying if I said I have completely changed. I got a job now, I mean I still fuck with the crew but I’m trying to make an honest living slowly.” He said rubbing your arm. “You never said sorry before Julian, thanks for that. Keep changing, I know you can do it.” You said smiling. He pulled your chair closer to him & said, “I always blamed myself for the baby’s death, when you got pregnant I tried to change and I will never forgive myself for how we ended even if we should’ve ended years before that.” You started to cry remembering your stillborn baby and the events that happened after the baby’s death. “Don’t cry baby doll. You were the best thing that came in my life and I fucked you up. I should’ve grew up but I didn’t and I will always regret that.” He said and then he kissed you.
Julian had kissed you and you had kissed him back. “No, this cannot happen Julian.” “I’m not trying to get in your pants like that doll, you know what’s good with me. If I wanted you, I would’ve told you.” He said. “I'ma wash dishes.” You said. “You not my woman anymore Tinker, I’ll clean my own place. I’ve been doing it ever since you left me for that punk ass Son.” He said in a jealous tone. “You know that’s not how it happened. I had been left you when I met him. ” “I still loved you. Man I still love you!” With that being said you looked at him and said, “We can’t go down this road. I’m gonna shower.” .. once you got out the shower you realized you left your clothes in the room. You walked into the room with a towel. “You forgot these baby doll?” “Shit Juju you scared me.” He walked towards you and started kissing you . He took off your robe, picked you up and put you on the bed. “You have always been mine, I’ll never replace you in my heart baby doll.”
The next morning Julian and you were woken up to abrupt knocking on his door. “Yeah?” He said opening the door. “Where is she?” Gemma said. “Tinker, some old bitch is here for you. She took he sunglasses and said, "bitch? Yes. Old? I’m just getting started.” She said with a smile. “What are you doing here Gemma? You said with Julian shirt on. "Well I love your new look.” Yall all looked at each other. “Get dressed, I’m taking you to lunch.” She said putting on her shades walking to her truck. “Shit.” You said walking to change your clothes. “Bring me something back baby doll.” Julian said kissing you. “Okay.” …. “so you done playing house with your high school sweetheart? ” She said. “Gemma I’m not going back to him.” “Y/N, he screwed up one time and he’s crazy about you darling. "Obviously.” You said pointing to your bruises. “Didn’t that Mexican guy you’re snuggled up with do the same but worse and multiple times? From what I hear he caused a lot of damage to you.” She said. “Mind your fucking business Gem.” You said getting up. “Sit the hell down.” You sat down and folded your arms. “Look, he needs you and you’re just hurt running into another man’s arm. I know I did it..” She said looking at you.
Challenge: Write the most OOC Juvia you have ever written.
I have to say, I’m completely in love with this Juvia. And this whole idea. Yikes.
Breathe in, breathe out. That’s it Juvia, only three more months of this to go.
Who am I fucking kidding, school is hell. Breathing isn’t going to help, so might as well suck in a breath and get this over with.
Twisting open my locker, I sifted through the strewn about papers to retrieve my Government supplies. Government blows, the only person I know there is Erza and we sit really far away so the only thing we can do is share ‘are you fucking serious’ looks when Natsu decides it’s an excellent idea to break into song in the middle of class.
Right. Fuck me into a different dimension.
I might enjoy school more if I wasn’t as antisocial as I happened to be, but, life being life, I would rather gouge my eyes out with blunt forks than talk to the brainless generation that I happen to belong to.
Super, duper unfortunate for me, apparently, in this generation, I am considered ‘hot’. What does that even mean? Do I have a nice face? Is my lengthy, wavy blue hair somehow enticing to the opposing gender? Do my long, creamy legs tempt boys to jump me in the hall? Does my larger-than-average bust appeal to males?
Okay, so maybe I do get where they’re coming from. But, my ‘bitch face’, as Lucy so kindly nicknamed my 24/7 facial expression, tended to scare people off when they even came near me to ask for a pencil.
To some people though, I’m invisible. Good. I don’t want to be seen by any of these freaks anyways.
However, there is one soul who I wouldn’t mind getting even a little bit of positive attention from.
There is one secret I harbor from my estranged group of friends.
And that secret is Gray Fullbuster.
Now, if you ever met me in life you would think why the fuck would Juvia Lockser even think about an air-headed dumbass who’s only talent is whacking a stick at a puck aggressively until it flies into a plastic-based net for sport?
And the simple answer is, I have the world’s biggest fucking soft cottony crush on him.
…Okay, so maybe it’s not so simple after all.
Over the almost four years of fuck-me-over-sideways shit everyone calls ‘high school’, I have just slowly fallen under the spell of Gray Fullbuster. How you ask? Well…oh god, this is going to sound extremely creepy, but it really isn’t, I swear. I’ve sort of…watched him.
I don’t really remember the first time I saw him, but I do remember thinking well Jesus fucking jolly ranchers is he attractive, I mean wow he is straight out of a magazine hot.
And then I saw him go up to his idiot friends and think what a shame, that attractive being is simply a potato-salad-for-brains waste of oxygen.
But there was something about him, something I couldn’t put my finger on that I could only assume to be the mysterious element that girls find oh-so-lovely about their male specimens.
And it only got fucking better from there.
He was smart.
Like actually ‘woah you have the potential to win a Nobel Prize’ smart.
Un-fucking-fortunately he hid that amazing talent from his dumb fuck friends.
And you might ask why Juvia, where did you happen to get this particular bit of info? And I would respond with, buckle up motherfucker, because I have a story to learn you.
Freshman year, English. My teacher found out that I was the one who was mumbling all those delicious curse words under their breath during tests, and for punishment I had to sort and help grade end of the semester essays.
He was one fucking lazy ass teacher.
But anyways, in that treacherously boring time I was forced to serve, I happened to stumble across the essay on ice formations in the North Pole by none other than Gray Fullbuster.
Now I am a snake of a woman, so I read his little essay in hope for some entertainment from whatever unintelligent shit he happened to pull out of his ass.
But I was wrong.
Dead wrong, in fact.
His essay was so brilliant I remember rethinking my life decisions for forty-five minutes after words, and now I have this habit of using biodegradable items and recycling whenever possible.
So because of some hippy-ass essay that by simple chance I had snagged, I had developed a teensy infatuation with that raven-haired bastard.
And contrary to popular belief that crushes last for a month at the most, let myself be a shining example that crushes only grow to be much too fucking heavy to hold up and now I am pretty much drowning in admiration.
Everything that he does, from his adorable laugh to his sexy smirk makes me want to throw myself out of a fucking window and sob until I drown in my own tears.
So here I am, sitting in Government class and listening to the teacher (ha, not really) and waiting uber impatiently for me to get the hell out of high school and my ass into college, because the second I stop seeing Gray is the second the weight of this crush is yanked off of my shoulders and tossed into oblivion.
Only three more months.
My thoughts are thrown off track when Erza’s snort of laughter snags my attention, just in time to see Natsu face-down on the floor.
I laugh as well, seeing Natsu in pain brings me much joy.
Just kidding. I’m not that bitchy, jeez.
But I am laughing, because his idiocy is a source of entertainment and who am I to turn that shit down?
“Mr. Dragneel, may I ask as to why you are upside-down?” Mr. Taylor inquires, less entertained than the rest of us.
Natsu pushes himself off of the ground with a squeak of protest from his desk as his weight returned.
“Yes you may, and that information is classified.” He said in that smart-ass voice that makes my want to smack him with a baseball bat.
“Alright, and as teacher of this class, I advise you not to disrupt the class again, or I might be forced to reveal your test results to the entire class.”
Instantly his face goes red and he shuts up. There is a collective “ooh, burn!” and Mr. Taylor returns to his pointless lecturing.
The only thing keeping me awake during the remainder of class are the two fingers propped on my left temple, and the hurried buzz of whispers from behind me.
When I finally escape (albeit hurriedly) Erza barely catches up to me.
“Ugh, was it just me, or was that particularly unbearable?”
Out of everyone in my group of friends, Erza is probably the most like me. Which always leaves me asking how the hell did she ever get a boyfriend?
But, I always wave those thoughts away because I like Jellal a lot, partial to the fact he dislikes idiots almost as much as Erza and I do.
Which leaves Levy, Lucy, and Lisanna. The three L’s. They all find idiocy ‘adorable’, but, much like Erza and I, keep to ourselves.
Which I guess is why we all click.
“It wasn’t just you, I think Natsu was trying extra hard to be a dumbass today.” I answered flatly, turning a sharp corner into a flood of people with a laughing Erza by my side.
“I would pity Mr. Taylor, if he wasn’t such a hard-ass prick.” Erza said with a distasteful wrinkle of her nose.
“He needs to pull whatever the hell it was that died out of his ass,” I hadn’t even notice Jellal sidle up next to us in the commotion of the hallway.
“Knowing him, it was probably a ferret.” I said with a wry smirk, remembering the distant rumor of his affairs with Mrs. Connelly’s ferret, Webster.
“I almost forgot about that.” Erza said accusingly, I didn’t blame her, nobody wants to envision that.
“Almost,” Jellal chastised. Erza smiled affectionately, it was rare to get one of those out of her, but if anyone could pull it off, it would be Jellal.
In fact, it was pretty rare to get anything out of her if you weren’t her friend. Erza was scary as all fuck, and had mastered the bitch face, while I was still intermediate.
“Well, I gotta get to Calc. See you guys in English?” Jellal asked rhetorically, waving us with one hand as he disappeared back into the crowd from which he came.
“Bye,” Erza said tardily, long after Jellal had left. I gave her a knowing smile and a thin blush painted her cheeks as she parted so that she could get to her Latin class.
I had Physics next. Tch, talk about a load of useless shit I never want to have to use again.
But…the class was interesting enough, I sat in the back corner of the room and had an almost perfect view of Gray’s face where he sat opposite to me.
He had this awful habit of running his hands through his hair.
I walked into the class, a lot more positive than an hour before, and saw Levy frantically waving me towards her and Lucy, who must’ve had something important to tell me.
Knowing them, I probably didn’t give even two shits about whatever tidbit of gossip they had managed to pick up, but I loved them so I would fake it.
“Oh my goodness, you’ll never guess what Lu-Lu heard Juju-bee!” Levy exclaimed, her bright blue hair shaking from all the bouncing that she was doing in her chair. I can’t say I’m all too fond of her nickname for me, but I was extremely fond of Levy herself (honestly, who wasn’t?) so I let it slide.
“What is it Lev? Did little Timmy fall down the well?” I teased. Her playful glare made me smile as I took my seat, and allowed myself a fleeting glance at Gray.
Ugh, he should not be allowed to wear black. He looked positively criminal.
“Actually, no. I heard that Mira and Laxus finally hooked up!” Lucy said, slamming her hands on her desk like this bit of gossip was god’s word.
My eyebrows immediately raised in surprise. Laxus was so many leagues below Mira, it was almost laughable. But then again, Mira is out of everyone’s league.
“Wow, that’s…that’s interesting.” I said, my interest barely peaking, but my weak lie was enough to fool both Lucy and Levy.
Levy and Lucy are easily the closest out of all of us, they’ve been friends for what seems like an eternity. Lucy is tall, and gorgeous. She has flowy blonde hair and warm brown eyes, and sassy attitude to boot. Levy is short, and fucking adorable. Nobody can out-cute Levy, with her floofy blue hair and loving brown eyes she could charm a serial killer.
Lisanna is barely on time, her seat is next to Lucy and she smoothed her silvery hair down so that it wasn’t wild and free like Levy’s.
“I forgot my notebook, again.” Lisanna said with a sigh of relief. Honestly, Lisanna is so forgetful I frequently wonder how she hasn’t come to school naked yet.
“Again? Damn Lis, you need to just walk around with everything.” Lucy suggested.
“I don’t understand why you don’t just wear your backpack.” I said flatly. Lisanna gave me the ‘I’ve told you this before’ look and shook her head.
“Mira says it’ll ruin my outfit!” She wailed in anguish, plopping her stuff on her desk and resting her chin in the palm of her hand.
They started talking about the Mira and Laxus rumor, and I found myself losing interest extremely quickly.
And my mind instantly wandered back to Gray. Accompanied soon by my eyes.
His hair looked so soft. I swear, I would pay good money just to run my fingers through it. And the way his muscles twitched when he tapped his pen against his paper was extremely distracting.
Man, class has only been going for twelve seconds and already I’m out of breath.
Mr. Baker, a short and timid man, scurried into the classroom only to announce that he’d be back in a few minutes, leaving the class to blab as loud as it pleased.
As for me, I continued stealing glances at Gray, completely unbeknownst to him.
At least, I hope.
“Juv! What are you thinking so hard about?” Lisanna asked.
“Just what would have Mr. Baker in such a hurry is all,” I covered expertly, years of lying under pressure coming to support me.
“Hm. Maybe his cat died.” Lucy said blankly. Looks like her mind was elsewhere too.
“Uh oh, I know who you’re thinking about,” Levy sang tauntingly. This was new, usually Lucy having a new crush was always the topic at hand.
“Ohmygosh, who, who?!” Lisanna asked excitedly, leaning forward in her desk as Lucy blushed.
“It’s nothing.” She mumbled, but from that tone I knew that it definitely was not nothing.
“It’s Natsu~” Levy whispered, and I felt my mind go numb.
Lucy liked Natsu? That dumb as a bag of rocks pink haired punk?
“No it isn’t!” Lucy hissed, but Levy and Lisanna were already squealing. I wanted to grab Lucy and smack her extremely hard. What is wrong with her? Natsu? She could do a million times better!
But then again, a million times zero is zero.
I sighed in both confusion, and anguish. I knew that if Levy said it, then it must be true.
God this sucks. Do you know what I’m going to have to endure now? Hours upon hours of ‘oh my god~ Natsu looked soooo cute today!’
But then again, maybe Erza would be able to knock some sense into her…
Mr. Baker came bustling into the room, piles of paper in his scrawny arms as he nearly toppled over trying to set them on his desk. A chorus of giggles took the room by storm when he screamed at an extremely high pitch as he dropped what must’ve been an important paper.
As Mr. Baker introduced the lesson for the day, I found myself almost slipping into a Gray-induced coma. It’s like he’s trying to kill me, I mean, come on dude, stop running your fingers through your silky hair it’s making my chest hurt.
I groaned softly as I heard the words ‘open your textbook’. Open your textbook was the ultimate death sentence. You would know too, if you had to hear Mr. Baker’s voice. It was sort of high pitched, and it sort of made your ears want to commit suicide.
“And so, if we put the Doppler Effect…well, into effect,” Mr. Baker laughed at his own wannabe joke. His laugh is the grossest thing I have ever heard, sort of like a wheezing kitten that is dying of lung cancer.
It seemed that Gray was just as disgusted by his laugh, because he sort of recoiled, like he had been slapped by the sound of his laugh.
And that my dear fuckers, is when it happened.
Gray Fullbuster, for the first time in his fucking attractive life, turned around.
Thanks to my quick reflexes, I managed to flick my gaze back to Mr. Baker just in time so that Gray didn’t see me drooling over him.
But fuck. He’s looking at me. I can feel his gaze, it’s burning a searing hot hole in my head.
What the hell do I do? I’ve been on the opposing side of this situation more than humanly possible, but, I mean, fuck. He’s totally staring at me. Do I look back? Do I wave? Do I flip him off?
Oh god. I just want to throw myself out the window. I’m going to scream. Or maybe cry.
Suddenly one billion and a half metric fucktons were lifted off of my back as his eyes slowly drifted away from me and back to Mr. Baker.
Holy fucking skittles was that intense. Well, maybe just for me. He probably wasn’t even looking at me.
He must’ve been looking at Lucy.
Of course he was looking at Lucy, she’s beautiful, oh god, I’m safe.
And maybe that wasn’t such a good thing.
The remaining time in class was pretty much me weighing my chances of survival if I were to run away, just fucking away from Magnolia, away from Gray, away from my friends and to just be alone for the rest of my life.
There was no doubt that I would starve to death, but at this point, anything was better than whatever the hell this is.
I walked out of class mechanically, my mind whirring with possibilities. I’m pretty sure Lucy tried to say something to me but I think I walked right past her, I don’t know I feel so numb right now somebody could stab me and I’d walk to third period with a knife in my gut.
I have Calc. with Erza next, thank god. Some Erza time ought to do me some good, we can make fun of Elfman and Cobra.
I just need to relax, just think of relaxing things, kittens, streams, red velvet cupcakes…
I let a long breath out, my mind soothed and my body much less rigid. I walked to my locker to get my Calc. things, while waving goodbye to Levy as she walked past me to her French class.
“Hey, you’re Juvia, right?”
I turned around to see who was addressing me, and I almost melted into a puddle.
That’s fucking right.
Ha, I just realized that I totally forgot to mention the fact that I’ve never said a fucking word to him in my life.
I instantly felt my walls go up, there was no reason he should be talking to me. I didn’t do anything different.
He smells so fucking good. I have no idea what the scent is, but good god I just want to bury my face in his chest and inhale for hours on end.
“What’s it to you?” I snapped, thanking every god that I had long hair that covered my very red ears.
Gray tilted his head in the slightest, his eyes evaluating every move I made.
“Well?” I asked, embarrassed that he would even look at me this long.
This wasn’t part of the fucking plan I was supposed to go to college and forget about him oh god I hope he says something before I explode…
“Hm, have we…met…before?” He asked. If anybody else had said that, it would’ve been awkward, but with Gray, it seemed completely natural.
I scowled. “No, now beat it.”
He looked completely surprised by my harsh manner, and to be honest that would make two of us. I have no clue why I was being so bitchy to him, my only explanation was that I didn’t want to fall in love with him any harder than I already have.
“Would you quit staring at me like a creep?” I asked rudely. Now I knew for sure that I was blushing, my cheeks were heated and I just wanted to rip my face off so that he couldn’t see my blush.
And while your at it, could you possibly be a little bit less fucking attractive? Some of us are trying to breathe here.
“Wow, have you always been at this school?” He asked, as if he were bewildered by the fact that we had never crossed paths.
“Yeah, thanks for noticing.” I said sarcastically, my locker now open as I gathered my Calc. stuff.
“Seriously? I can’t believe I’ve never noticed you…” He trailed off as he seemed to be staring at my hair intensely.
“Yeah, bye.” I said in a clipped tone, twirling around and sauntering away.
Haha, great. Now he’ll never fucking talk to you again. Brilliant.
I’m probably the only girl to ever exist and actually not want to get to know her crush. I wanted nothing to do with my crush, I hope I never have to see him again.
God I’m a freak.
…He’s a thousand times more attractive up close.
I dropped my stuff on my desk violently and buried my face in my arms. Life sucks, Gray Fullbuster is an asshole.
I should make bumper stickers.
Erza bumped my shoulder testily, obviously sensing my sour mood.
“You alive Juvs?” She asked, placing her things down and sitting in her spot.
“Just barely,” I breathed out, resting my cheek in my hand. Erza knew not to pry any farther, so we spent the rest of class in comfortable silence, taking valuable notes that I would never need to use again in life and listening to a teacher who had probably lost all hope in humanity.
When the class did end, I dragged the six pounds of homework that we had been graced with behind my back. Erza looked about ready to knock some heads (Namely Elfman and Cobra, who asked nonstop stupid questions the entire class, like ‘why did humans invent math?’.
Normally I would’ve cheered her on, but right now I just needed to get to my next fucking class, avoid the fuck out of Gray, then go the fuck home.
The only problem in my otherwise perfect avoid Gray plan was that he was in my next class, which was an extra health course I took. I wanted to be a nurse when I grew up, and I already had a college scoped out and everything, this was just another notch on my belt.
In the health course, I just hung out with a sophomore named Wendy who wanted to be a doctor, and I had faith that she would be a doctor. That little chick could list off every artery from the heart to the fucking ankle.
She was a cute kid, and I enjoyed her company well enough, except for the fact that she was really timid and nervous, she was almost afraid to hang out with upperclassmen.
The millisecond I stepped into that godforsaken lecture hall, I felt Gray’s eyes latch onto me. Sucking in a breath like I was going for a swim and not expecting to come back up, I raced up to take my seat next to little Wendy.
Wendy greeted me politely. I almost hated hanging out with her, I was kind of afraid that I was poisoning her, with my awful swearing habit and my deep hate for pretty much everyone…
“Hey Wendy,” I returned her greeting, a little more casually as I slammed my stuff onto the fold out desk rather boisterously.
Wendy jumped a bit from the sound, and I plopped down in my chair, prepping myself for an hour of info that I would actually pay attention to.
The lecture started off with the basic heart functions, and learning about bypasses and heart attacks and preventions. Basic stuff, but about halfway through the lecture I almost thought I heard someone whispering my name.
I whipped my head back, eyes narrowed as I searched for the culprit.
Of-fucking-course, Gray is looking at me with a puzzled expression, mouthing the words ‘you’re in this class?’.
I squinted my eyes and gave him one of those ‘wtf stop talking to me’ glares that I was so (not)famous for.
He didn’t seem fazed but I turned back around so that I could face the lecturer again, determined not to let Gray distract me again.
I almost succeeded, in fact there was only six minutes left of class when the lecture ended, but Gray was on a roll for pissing me off today, and right now was no exception.
“Juvia, you’re in this class?” He asked, he had walked up to me and Wendy right as we were packing up.
“Uh, no. I came here for the comfy chairs.” I said, smacking one of the comfy-as-rocks plastic chairs and fake smiled.
He smirked his stupid sexy smirk. “You’re sassy.” He commented with a raised eyebrow.
“And Wendy’s got blue hair. Any more excellent observations?” I said, gesturing to a nervous Wendy’s dark blue locks.
He actually laughed this time, a nice handsome laugh. I’d most definitely be lying if I said I disliked his laugh, in fact I’d be lying if I said I disliked anything about Gray.
Except for maybe the fact that he wouldn’t leave me alone.
The bell rung and I was about to run away, but Gray caught my arm and I felt shivers crawl up my spine.
“Catch you later Juvia,” were his only words before he released me.
Yeah, only three months, my fucking ass.
It was going to be a hell of a lot longer than that, and as far as I can see, I’m completely, and utterly, screwed.
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It used to be that no one believed in soul mates. As time passed, it became a silly notion that there was only one person in the entire world meant only for you. People fell in and out of love wildly, never realizing there was something perfect out there, just for them.
As simple as touching hands, a person would just know. The knowledge and yearning would bubble up inside them, only to be soothed by the very hand they were still holding.
A common enough legend, teenagers in the throes of first love would very seriously raise their hand to the other. They would laugh off the devastation when nothing happened, “It’s just for fun.”
Sometimes, it worked.
“Oh, Caroline,” Elena said dreamily, her saccharine voice practically dripping through the phone. “He’s wonderful.”
Still applying her makeup for the day, Caroline was careful not to let her derisive snort carry over the speakerphone. “Congratulations,” she said, trying not to sound too dry. “You can live happily ever after with Damon Salvatore.”
“You don’t believe me,” Elena asked, and Caroline could easily picture her pout. “It’s true!” Caroline resisted pointing out that Elena only had to wait this long to figure out that Damon was the one for her because she had been dating his brother since high school. Poor Stefan.
Caroline sighed, spritzing her face with the finishing spray before picking up her phone. “I believe that you believe it,” she hedged. “I’m just not meant to have a soul mate.”
It wasn’t for a lack of trying on a teenaged Caroline’s part, though. She had hoped, wished and prayed to find a love like that, but she wasn’t the least bitter about Elena getting it. Not at all.
“I’ve got to get to work, Elena,” she said, trying to get her friend off the phone. “They have this big announcement, and I don’t want to be late.”
“Fine, but don’t give up,” Elena chirped. “You’ll find your mate, too!”
Rolling her eyes, Caroline hung up the phone and made her way out of the house and toward the subway. “Yeah, because that’s exactly what I need right now,” she muttered.
A/N: Hey guys so I decided I was gonna postthis after all bc I was rereading it and I just felt really proud of it so I hopeyou guys like it!
It’s his junior year of high school and he’s
been in love with his best friend for what feels like forever. He knows Connor
loves him back, so rejections not the problem; it’s just the way to go about
it. They’ve gotten use to ignoring their feelings, so now that they’ve gotten
to the point where they want to talk about it they don’t know how and Jude
feels likes he’s going to explode.
This shouldn’t be this hard, it’s just
talking. Him and Connor talk all the time so why does this conversation have to
be so difficult?
If Jude weren’t such an idiot, he might just have had the courage to ask him out. He was right in front of him for Christs sake all he had to do was open his mouth and say a few words, it shouldn’t be this hard.
Connor stood next to the shorter brunette, talking a mile a minute as he got his books out of his locker. He was going on and on about the new Avengers movie and as awesome as the movie sounded, Jude couldn’t bring himself to actually pay attention to his best friend. All he wanted to do was lean over and shut him up in the best possible way.
It wasn’t that Jude was afraid of rejection, no he knew Connor liked him in a romantic way. It was fairly obvious that both boys had feelings for the other just by the way that they looked at each other. The teenagers had just got so use to ignoring it in middle school that when they finally got to the point where they wanted to address it, they couldn’t.
Oliver knows they’re really in for it when Felicity tells him that, with a look in her eyes he recognizes from the mirror. The guilt is eating her alive, burning like an acid through what they’ve got, because she might say it’s her fault, but he’s far from blameless in the scenario she’s laid out. He’s the reason she was gone. Lost herself, that’s what she had said, but it’s fault just the same.
He tells himself that he walks out because she’s unsure, because she needs time to process, but the truth is that he’s worried about what might happen if he pushes any harder. It’s not jealousy, Digg’s wrong about that. He and Felicity have had that conversation a few times before.
I remember you talking about your theories hinging on a lot of time left in homestuck to cover them. with that in mind, what do you think of hussie's estimates of the time remaining in homestuck?
This is a good question to ask right now. Some of my theories will take MUCH less time to play out, now that we’re in the very different situation of this post-retcon alpha-session merger, and we can expect it to work out neatly. Some stuff, there’s clearly not enough room. Let’s examine these pre-4/13/2015 pagecount estimates Andrew just gave us…