it is beautifully shot and perfect for practicing black and white

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I just saw your post about soulmate fic ideas and I love them too! An idea I've seen somewhere years ago is that everyone is given a necklace at a certain age and when you get closer (in distance not emotions) to your soulmate, the pendant on the necklace heats up. Maybe Bughead meet while travelling and their necklaces get really hot?

I love a good soulmate au!
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Jughead sighed, Saturday nights were exhausting in The Southside of Riverdale. Gang meetings always took place in the sleazy beat down dive bar, with about a hundred drunken men in leather jackets trying to make sense of the latest deal they had to get done while simultaneously playing pool and hitting on the Serpent bangers. So yeah tonight had been long.

“Hot dog, I’m home.” He called out to the empty trailer, smiling when he head the familiar thumping of scruffy white paws, the dirty sheepdog standing before him with a goofy grin and slobbery tongue.
“Hey there boy.” Jughead pulled off the heavy leather jacket and flung it over the makeshift kitchen chair plopping down on the couch in the center of the room.

He was tired…all the time. being sixteen wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, he had more responsibilities now that his father was locked up, Jughead had been born a Serpent it was all he knew, but deep down he felt something, something no one else he knew had felt. He wanted more, wanted to be more. He had a friend Archie Andrews, he had met him at the Riverdale Public library one day when he was hiding from a particularly nasty gang fight. Archie had been researching music books and they had bonded over their mutual love for video games and their penchant for fried foods. Archie was the boy next door, bright red hair and a letterman jacket two sizes too big while the tshirt he wore under it was two sizes too small, but he was nice and he didn’t judge Jughead, and that in itself was a feat.

Jugheads fingers wandered up to the clear crystal pendent resting beneath his plain black Tshirt, it was the one thing in his life that was steady, constant, always hanging around his neck, a security blanket almost. He couldn’t believe it when Archie had shown Jughead his own pendent.

“It’s finally cooling down, I just came from Veronica’s house and it was pretty much on fire.” Archie had explained, toying with his pendent, dark purple and black swirls coursing through his.

A soulmate, Jughead squeezed his eyes shut. Archie had been the one to explain the soulmate necklace to him.

“When you find the one you’re meant to be with, the necklace glows, it gets hot, hotter than anything you’ve ever felt. But it doesn’t burn, it feels amazing, its right over your heart, it’s almost like sitting by a bonfire, you can feel the heat but it’s safe and warm”

He wanted it, deep down inside he knew someone like him would never get that, he wasn’t the soulmate type and he was certain his necklace would stay crystal clear his entire life, but… sometimes.. if he stared hard enough, he swore he could see green, he swore there were swirls of gold and meadow green. He was probably kidding himself, setting himself up for disappointment and failure. Wrapping his fingers around the pendent he felt his eyes drift closed, it had been a long day, he didn’t need to be thinking about things like soulmates and silly wishes.

****

“Dilton Doiley? Really? For Cheryl? You’re sure?” Betty was leaning forward on the lilac and lace comforter, the phone snug against her ear as Veronica spilled the gossip of the day.

“I sure am, apparently they never got close enough to each other to find out, but then today, in gym class, they got paired to be partners for tennis and you know where it goes from there, their necklaces lit up like fireworks and soon enough they had each other nearly naked on the gym floor before coach Clayton broke it up.” Veronica giggled from her end and Betty sighed dreamily.

“I’m happy for them, I think Dilton will be good for her… it’s so crazy how we’re paired in this universe..” Betty trailed off, her fingers playing with the edges of her comforter

“You’ll find him B, I promise.” Veronica soothing said, comforting her best friend.

Betty bit back the bitter tears and cleared her throat, speaking in an incredibly small voice
“I just want something like you and Archie have ya know? I just want someone to love me like that.” She whispered.

“And you will. I know you Betty Cooper and you won’t stop until you find him.” The raven haired princess spoke in a tone that left no room for argument.

“Okay Ronnie, I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Veronica said her goodbyes before calling out for Betty one more time

“Don’t forget, tomorrow is that integration mixer with the Southside Students, I’m thinking leather pants and no shirt, what about you?” Betty could practically hear the smirk on the heiresses face.

“You’ve been watching too much Grease Ronnie.” She giggled before hanging up on her best friend.

Betty plopped down on her bed, eyes drifting closed as her hands found her pendent. she would find him, and hopefully soon because all this waiting was making her head hurt.
***

Veronica couldn’t control her laughter when Betty walked up to her locker before first period.

“What?!” Betty asked defensively.

Veronica settled finally and looked up at Betty out of breath
“It’s nothing, it’s just.., everyone agreed to dress a little more scandalous today, in honor of the Southside coming and you…. I didn’t even know something could be that white”

Betty looked down at her baby blue dress, the skirt grazing mid thigh, her bare arms covered by an impeccable, wrinkle free white cardigan, she wore tiny nude ballet flats and a simple gold chain on her wrist.

“I wore my hair down.” Betty tried, her hands coming up to touch the tips, she wrapped her arms around herself self consciously when she spotted all the girls in mini skirts and tube tops.

Veronica’s eyes softened and she squeezed Betty’s forearm
“You look beautiful, you always do. I’m just teasing, you know that.” She kissed her best friends cheek and Betty smiled.

Suddenly Archie came running through the halls, his eyes set on The two girls as he swooped in, pressing a kiss to Veronica’s cheek. Betty glanced down at their necklaces, feeling the familiar ache of jealousy as they glowed beautifully.

“They’re here! I saw a bunch of bikes pull up, you’re gonna love Jughead guys, he’s so funny man and he’s totally cool.” Archie rambled on and Veronica shot Betty an “is my boyfriend in love with another boy?” look.

Betty rolled her eyes and watched as the Southside teens started filing in, each one bigger and scarier then the last. Betty’s guard went up instantly and she ducked behind Veronica.

“There he is! Jughead! Hey man! Over here!”
Archie was waving to a leather jacket wearing boy in the back, Betty couldnt make out his face but she knew the prominent S on his back meant that he was a Serpent, she had written a research paper on why Serpents should be treated equal and as normal as everyone else in Riverdale. The whole Serpent culture amazed her.

He was walking towards them and Betty could just make out stormy, raindrop blue eyes. Something in her stomach twisted and she stepped closer, trying to get a better look.

Suddenly he had stopped in his tracks, His fingers instantly coming up to grip the necklace hanging on the black string around his neck, Betty did the same and as the two stared at each other a gradual heat was rising in the crystal pendent. A series of blue and black swirls racing through her pendent while his had Gold and green.

He walked closer to her, the pendent becoming unbearably hot but it didn’t bother either of them, Betty could vaguely hear the frantic whispers of Veronica behind her.

They were standing chest to chest at this point and cautiously Betty reached her hand out, stopping quickly and looking the dark haired boy in the eyes, silently asking for permission. He nodded slowly, what she didn’t know was that she could do anything in the world to him and he would just nod. She had him. That was it, he was hers now.

As soon as her tiny fingers brushed the pendent a shining bright light illuminated both of their necklaces, an almost primal growl came from deep inside Jugheads chest as his hands gripped The perfect and proper blondes waist

“Finally.” He whispered before dropping his lips to hers.

She followed with equal fervor, her hands winding in his hair as he held her tight to his chest. After what felt like hours they finally pulled apart.

Neither of the teens said anything until Betty broke the silence

“Betty Cooper, my names Betty Cooper and I guess I’m your soulmate.” Her smile was perfect and her fingers were still playing with the now filled pendent.

Jughead laughed heartily, his own long, slender fingers coming up to play with her necklace
“Can’t believe I got someone like you, you’re pretty as a picture Betty Cooper. I’m Jughead Jones and I am so happy you’re my soulmate.” He smirked crookedly before dropping his lips to hers.

The necklace pressed against each other as a warm glow of sunshine bathed the teens in light. They still had so much to learn about one another but right here, soft white cardigan pressed against worn black leather

They might just be okay.

King of the Lost Boys - Anthony Ramos x Reader (Chapter 1)

Summary: Anthony, or Pan as he is known, is the leader of the messy gang of Lost Boys. He takes a particular interest that borders on feelings, and yet remember: love? He has never heard of it. 

Warnings: Alcohol! Swearing! Probably drugs! They’re Hoodlums™! 

Words: 6,451 (listen…kill me)

A/N: Day 3 of the Write-A-Thon already? Oh my goodness. So when I started this Peter Pan AU, I had no idea how it was going to go. Apparently, that meant this huge mess. This will be a three part series! Thank you to @hamilbye for letting me use her as a wonderful wingwoman in our story! Enjoy. 


The Lost Boys were a charming band of beautiful boys from the wrong side of town. They were the people your parents ushered you away from on the sidewalk, the boisterous laughs in the town square, the ones who spray-painted “the world is ours” on the water tower. They were the bad kids, the ones who smoked cigarettes when the lunch bell rang, the ones who barely made a celebrity appearance in class, and the ones who the students both idolized and feared. They called themselves the Lost Boys because that’s who they were: perpetually wandering the earth, purposeless, wild and free, made of ivy plants, cigarette smoke, sunshine, whiskey and worn leather jackets.

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boy of dreams - gd

soulmate!grayson au

a/n: so uh this is a thing???? this is the first thing i’ve written about grayson ever (and the first of three things i’ve already written about him) but by no means am i done writing about 5sos, im just waiting for some inspiration to hit :-) since this is the first thing i’ve written outside of 5sos, please let me know what you think!!

word count: 2,137


Passing faces, a lasting impact.  Even in a crowded place, subconsciously, you were destined to meet.  But outside of vivid thoughts in a dazed state?  That’s an entirely different story.

Soulmates, the idea of them scared you.  Over 7 billion people spanning across the globe and one was supposed to be your perfect match? What if they’re across the country or on a different continent, separated by thousands of miles of land and ocean?  “If they’re really your soulmate, that won’t matter, sweetie.” You mother’s words rang in the back of your head, her sugar sweet voice danced tentatively around such a serious subject when you were younger.  Now though, after years of curious gossip with friends about the subject, you know that this isn’t necessarily the case.  Yes, everyone has a soulmate, but the chance of crossing paths with them was not guaranteed.  And you couldn’t do anything about it.  

Ever since that first conversation with your mom as you sat on your childhood bedroom, eyes wide, inquiring about this foreign concept of one single person that was supposed to be with you forever and ever, you had trouble sleeping at night when your head hit the pillow.  

“You don’t know who this person is at first, but after you see them in person for the first time, maybe at school or at the playground or the store, their face is stuck in your brain.  Little glimpses of them come to you throughout your life, but you don’t see their face until you actually see it in person.  Once you see them, they’ll be in your dreams forever.”

Her voice trailed off, fading out slightly towards the end of her statement, content with her explanation.  It was obvious that she’s been constructing her remarks for some time, waiting for you to question the subject.

“Forever?” your gleaming wide eyes looked to meet her comforting ones, eyebrows raising in the process.

“Forever,” her soft smile assured you.

From that moment on, you dreaded sleep.  What if you had already missed something important, some major detail that would tell you who the person you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with?  What if you never get to go beyond small scattered details that bounced from dream to dream, never really seeing their face? Alone forever with constant reminders flooding your brain each time you head hit the pillow.  

-

Blues hues mixed into purples leading to where pink clouds lined the sky thanks to the sun’s setting rays. Yellows met the hills along the horizon almost as delicately as the touch of a tanned hand that met your left thigh, the thumb ghosting over the hem of the soft material that laid there.  The press of fingers into your smooth skin was firm, yet soft, warm, yet absolutely electrifying, and foreign, yet all too familiar at the same time.  Your skin seemed to be burning to the touch, jolted with an unfamiliar energy, but still, you didn’t think once about moving from the cool teal metal of the hood of the car beneath you.

Night was about to fall, evident from the comforting silence and dark shadows cast from the glowing embers that laced each cloud in the sky overhead.  Colors emitted and danced along your skin, meeting what looked like a mixture of flowing watercolors with similar hues that sat permanently on the tanned leg pressed into yours.  The longer you stared at the piece of art that adorned his bare thigh just underneath the black material of his shorts, the more you could’ve swore that this sight was prettier than the setting sun and rolling hills that lined the horizon.

You woke up to the rather obnoxious sound of your phone ringing beside your head on the arm of the couch, your nap cut short as you forced yourself to wake from the dazed state.  The familiar name of your best friend was scrolled out in plain text across the screen, a twinge of annoyance setting over your entire body now that your dream was cut far too short.

“Go look out the window!! The sunset is insane!!” her shrill voice rang through the speaker.

“That’s what you woke me up for?” you begrudgingly question, pulling yourself up off of the soft cushion.  "I was just dream-“

Your thoughts immediately slammed on the breaks, no words continued to flow from your mouth as you reached the window overlooking the fields that were west of your house.  

"Dreaming?! We’re you dreaming about him?!”

Despite the badgering your right ear was receiving through the phone, you remained silent, jaw slightly agape as your eyes widened at the colors displayed in front of you.  No two sunsets were the same, each night bringing a different combination of beautifully mixed colors that painted at the sky like it was a canvas.  You looked to the sky from this spot countless times and every night would hold an entirely new work of art in front of your eyes.  But this one?  This one looked strikingly similar to the one just previously depicted in your dream as you willed your mind to absorb any and every detail imagined.  

Maybe he was looking at the same gorgeous brushstrokes of blues and pinks and yellows bleeding and erupting violently across the same sky.

-

Green foliage surrounds you, the piercing rays emitting from the sun in the clear blue sky lighting up the dark leaves that cover overhead, instantly bringing a comforting warmth to your skin.  Wild yellow flowers litter the ground around you from within the overgrown grass that tickles your legs as you make your way through.  

Two strong, tanned arms instantly wrap around your torso, tension rising in your body only for you immediately relax into the touch.  The contact is unfamiliar, yet strangely enough feels like home as soon as you are wrapped in the warmth that comes with a bare chest pressing into your back and two sun kissed arms encircling your waist, lifting your feet slightly off the ground.  Infectious laughter fills the open air of the field in which you find yourself.  The sound itself is sweet like honey, loud and boisterous, yet sincere.  From that second, you’re sure you could never get tired of hearing it.  A softer giggle escapes his lips into your right ear, a pair of smooth lips and hot breath splaying over the outer shell.  His lips move to just below your ear and down the side of your neck, soft and delicate as they moved across your skin.

Desire burns from within your chest.  Your heart full, yet aching.  You want nothing more than to know him beyond just dreams of vivid details, to hear the beautifully sweet sound of his laughter fall from what feel like his perfect lips, and to feel them on yours.

-

The strong summer sun beats down and finds your exposed back as you lay out on the beach blanket, feet absentmindedly digging at the warm sand just beyond the blue fabric beneath your body.  Despite the crowded environment of people soaking up the sun on the only day with good weather for the week, you found yourself in your own world, entranced by the writing scrawled on the open pages of the book at your fingertips.  The dark frames of your tinted sunglasses sat low on the bridge of your nose, the combination of ocean mist and sweat making them occasionally slip farther down as your peered through at the inked words.

Children raced around to your right, running back and forth to the tide with their parents to bring small buckets of water back to their towels where the construction of a sand castle was underway.  An older couple behind you began chattering about the contents of the cooler that sat between their chairs, noticing that their drinks were getting warm in the sweltering summer air.  Their chattering seemed to fade into white noise when paired with the sound of waves crashing onto the shore.  Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, the only thing in your focus being the beautifully poetic strings of printed words.

What you neglected to notice, now that the book was open and your shaded eyes absorbed each line of writing, was the soccer ball that was kicked very far wide of the makeshift goal posts of a black backpack and a balled up towel.  It only came into focus when it was right in front of you, just after knocking into your left hand, which ended in the pages of the book bending slightly as they hit the sand.  

The sun was blocked, a shadow casting over your body, before you knew what was happening.  A tall body stood in front of you, feet staying put in front of where the binding of the book laid face up, soccer ball retrieved from the sand, sitting firmly right in front of him as he passed it back and forth lightly between his bare feet.

“I’m so sorry about that! My brother clearly isn’t the better soccer player out of both of us,” rushed words flow from his mouth, but you don’t look up right away, reaching for your book first, sparing it from the countless grains of sand that are now practically embedded into each page.  Your eyebrows rise slightly when his hand met yours on the binding, his legs crouched as he knelt on one knee, hand extends outwards with your book between his long fingers.  You glance up from behind your sunglasses, eyes slowly raking across his bare legs, enjoying each gaze at toned and tanned skin, before settling just below the leg of his yellow swim trunks.  Watercolored markings are just visible below the hem of the fabric; the colors seemingly more vibrant now than they previously were in your dream.
Your fingers reach up to flip the glasses up from where they sit comfortably on the bridge of your nose to on top of your head as your sit up slightly, eyes wide as you move your gaze from his upper leg past his bare chest quickly until you reach his face.

“It’s you.”

Your voice is hoarse, softer than intended on the crowded beach, but he hears you regardless as his words match yours in that moment.  Your hand lurches forward at an agonizingly slow pace, fingers bending as they approach the art placed on his thigh.  They come close to his tanned skin, but refrain from touching.  Your eyes shoot up again, actually meeting his eyes for the first time before scanning over his face as you take in every feature you possibly can.  Being able to see his face, know him beyond vague details, you want to soak up any and every aspect of him you possible can, from his bright eyes that beautifully reflected the rays of the sun that beamed down on you both to his light pink lips that hung slightly agape.  

“I’m Grayson,” his lips moved deliberately with each word he spoke, his voice louder than his previous statement, a small smile forming on his face.  You’re positive you could fall in love with the way his face lit up when the corners of his lips turned slightly upwards alone.

“Y/N,” you breathlessly utter as you continue to stare into his eyes in disbelief.
Grayson sits down in the sand at the front of your towel, seemingly forgetting his aforementioned brother and the soccer ball that now saw a few inches away.  His fingers brush over the tattoo that sits on his left thigh, now aware that it’s how you knew.  Something so special already now has added meaning to each marking.

“How’d you know it was me?” you question lightly, a slight laugh falling from Grayson’s lips, sending you back into your dream with his lips gently brushing against your neck.  His hand reaches over to the book that sat at the corner of the fabric, grains of sand falling out from between the cover and title page.  A slight laugh mixed with a sigh falls from your lips.  Of course you had to have this book with you in his dream.

“And that laugh,” Grayson lowers his voice, almost speaking to himself, “there’s no way I could forget that laugh.”

A blush rushed to your already pink skin, the sun and this beautiful boy working together to raise color to the tops of your cheeks. 

“You’re just as beautiful as I dreamt you were,” Grayson noted, his eyes meeting yours, hand slowly moving to yours, fingers eventually intertwining as his moved to slot between yours.

“Grayson, you never saw my face in your dream,” you state, eyes falling to where you were connected.  A content sigh fell from his lips.

“Still beautiful.”

Forced To Love

“This is it.” Y/N stated, her voice void of emotion. Her hairdresser nodded, running her fingers through Y/N’s long H/C locks.

“Yup. Aren’t you excited?” The hairdresser piped, smiling into the mirror. Y/N forced a smile, fidgeting with her hands in her lap.

“Yeah….I’m real excited….” Y/N said dryly, letting out a sigh.

“You don’t love him, do you?” The stylist asked, spinning Y/N around in her chair.

Y/N nodded solemnly, standing up, brushing off her dress.

“You really do look beautiful, Y/N.” She commented, placing her hands on Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N smiled and thanked her, before exiting the room.

She sighed loudly, plopping down onto the couch outside the room. The church was decorated beautifully, had this wedding been with someone else, she might’ve been able to enjoy the gorgeous decorations.

“You look stunning, Y/N.” her head shot up, her eyes landing on the body of a certain Jack Maynard.

“T-Thanks…” She mumbled, her cheeks flushing red. Jack gave her a smile, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“I’m really happy for you, ya know.” He said, shifting his feet.

“Thanks, Jack.” Is all she said, she didn’t need to say more. He understood her silence, engulfing her into a hug. She buried her face in his shoulder, tears running down her face.

“Shhhh….Don’t cry, it’ll smudge your makeup, love.” Jack whispered into her ear. Pushing her off of him, wiping away her tears. He gave her a smile, placing his hand on her cheek.

She gave a watery giggle, nodding her head.

“Yeah…You’re right…” She chuckled, patting her eyes with a handkerchief.

“You look lovely too, Jack.” She motioned at his suit, a silky black material with a white undershirt. She smiled at the white rose in his chest pocket.

“My favourite.” She said, running her fingers over the delicate petals.

“I remembered. Now, should we make our way to the doors?” Oh yeah, she remembered, Jack was to walk her down the aisle.

“Sure.” Was all she had to say.

The reality of the situation hit her fast. She was about to marry a man she did not love. She pulled the veil over her face to hide the pain, closing her eyes tightly. She took a deep breath as the pianist began to play, the doors opening wide.

Everyone had their eyes on her as she walked, Jack’s arm intertwined with hers. He gave her an encouraging smile as she glanced his way, placing a kiss to her cheek as she got to the alter.

He took his seat in the crowd beside Conor and Joe, both who gave him a smile of pity as he sighed.

Beside Y/N was Anna, her face practically glowing, her smile huge. Zoë was there too, her hair done up beautifully, adoring a gorgeous black cocktail dress and stunning makeup. On the opposite side, Brent stood there, a smile on his face, his mates standing behind him, all grinning.

If Y/N hadn’t have loved someone else, Brent would’ve been perfect for her. He was attractive, she’d admit; But he wasn’t Jack.

Jack, her childhood friend. The only one who could make her smile when the only thing she wanted to do was cry.

Jack, her highschool crush. The one she’d spend countless nights curled up on her couch up next to, burying her face in his side when the movie got too scary.

Jack, the one she loved.

Jack, the one she couldn’t be with.

She took a nervous breath as the priest started talking, the rings placed in front of them by a shaky handed B/F/N.

“Do you, Brent Tautum, take Y/N Y/L/N to be your wife?” The man asked, looking at Brent. He nodded, smiling at Y/N.

“I do.”

“And do you, Y/N Y/L/N take Brent Tautum to be your husband?” This was it. This was the moment. She couldn’t say no in front of all these people, all eagerly waiting for her to say yes and for the two to exchange their first kiss as a married couple.

“I-I-I do…” She stuttered, looking at the rings. She couldn’t make eye contact with Brent. He wasn’t allowed to see the heartbreak in her eyes.

“Any objections of this wonderful marriage?” The priest asked, “Speak now or forever hold your peace.” She hoped and prayed someone would interject.

Someone did.

“I object.” Gasps of horror filled the room, and she looked over at the crowd.

“I object as well.” Hands across her side of the audience began to raise their hands. All who were close friends of Y/N.

She smiled at Jack, he was a wonderful friend.

“Y/N, I know you’re up there to marry Brent, to prove you’ll spend the rest of your wonderful life with him, living happily ever after. But I had to tell you this. I love you. I’ve loved you since primary school, sitting on the swing set with our ice cream cones, making animals out of the clouds. I love you, always have, always will.” Jack sat back down as he finished, tears streaking down his cheeks. Conor stood up, giving his brother a smile before looking to Y/N.

“Y/N, I’ve seen you with Jack, you’d be happier with him. You don’t love Brent the way he loves you or the way you love Jack. I’ve seen the way you look at him, with love and caring in your eyes. You love him Y/N, don’t you?” Conor gave Y/N at look as he sat down, wrapping his arm around Jack’s shoulders.

She glanced at Brent. He had a nervous look on his face, playing with his fingers he stared at his shoes.

“…I’m sorry Brent, but yes. I do love him…”

smowkie  asked:

"#also i am thirsty for some ballerina!Stiles #like secret dancer Stiles that nobody except scott knew he practice twice a week" I mean, I dont think anyone would mind if you wrote a fic or a headcanon about it... just saying. ;) ♥ (ilu and I've missed you, but i hope you had a great time and that you're doing well despite the world being horrible and people like trump & pence existing)

Here my dear :) I tried! This was written really fast during the night, so I’m sorry for the crappy quality. Hope you enjoy this little headcanon anyway :D

Originally posted by englishballetandtea

Originally posted by redfar

(Thank you to the great Sergei Polunin, who will always be the perfect dancer!Stiles to me. You can find one of his video here. Enjoy :p)


There was a black and white picture at his nana’s house, small and slightly crooked, lost in an old frame. Stiles was only a kid when his grandmother took it off the piano to show to him for the first time.  
The girl inside the picture was tiny, thin, with dark hair severely pulled back in a tight bun. Her face was turned to the side, her arms held high over her head in a graceful arch. She was wearing a tutu but the other details of her silhouette were blurred into yellow hues by the years.

Fascinated, Stiles sat near his nana and listened to stories of her youth in Russia. Of cold winters and women with warm blood and laughter. Of the peaceful studio with its dark wood and unending mirrors, and of the beautiful girls and boys that worked there every day to turn their bodies into art.
His nana kept getting more pictures out of old books, clips of newspapers in an unknown language or beautifully lit shots of dancers on stage. In the photographs, she was only a young girl, frail and beautiful and flying with the grace of a bird.

That’s how it all started.

In his nana’s living room, with her standing tall and proud on her old, damaged feet. At seventy years, she still looked tiny and weak, but she spun him around the room without effort, her feet quick and light. Her white hair floated and her smile was the most beautiful thing Stiles had ever seen.
On the sofa, his dad was clumsily trying to hum some classic melody, all eagerness and no rhythm. His mom laughed at them all and clapped, her enthusiasm and happiness intoxicating the room.

At five years old, Stiles bought his first ballet shoes. They were tiny, shiny and pink, and they didn’t make a sound when he walked shyly into Ms Muller’s dance studio. The wood in the room was bright and glossy, and light spilled all over the floor from gigantic windows. They were only seven other kids in the room, and all of them were girls.

Stiles didn’t care.

Ms Muller’s hands were strict and demanding, never treating them like the children they were, but her voice was warm and full of compliments. The weeks passed, and while Stiles started to tame his body into the foundations of grace, his brain stopped trying so hard to pull him in every direction at once.

In the studio, in the middle of the terse French words, the glittering music and the soft sounds of slippers on wood, Stiles discovered for the first time what peace felt like.
 

At seven, he swirled on the playground, arms held high in the air like his nana’s pictures. A kid pushed him hard into the mud with a sneer before calling his other friends to laugh at him.
From there on, Stiles decided to keep his love for ballet and his school life separate.
 
Scott was the only point of intersection. From the first moment they met, Scott was sincerely interested. He came to many of Stiles’ practices, sitting quietly in a corner of the studio and looking at them with big, brilliant eyes. Ms Muller often tried to convince him to join but Scott always refused, blushing and babbling excuses about his asthma.
The girls still got him to dance with them sometimes, dragging him along to join them in silly warming exercises. Scott once received Ms Muller’s congratulations on his fourth position and Scott had beamed at midair for three days straight.
 
Then, Stiles’ mom left them after months of terror and tears.
And Stiles danced.
 
He danced in the studio, in the dirt of the forest, between the suffocating walls of his room.
He danced for hours, pushing, bending his body.
He twirled fast enough to keep the world spinning, jumped high enough to keep breathing, learned to bow low enough to keep from breaking.
At night, his feet bled, his knees screamed in constant pain and his body turned into one big hurt.

But his mind was blank and he was able to sleep.
 
He didn’t dare ask for more.


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Supernatural Criminals AU - Wet Paint

I did this little drabble for the April’s Fools Fandom Body Swap. Eren is trying out the facepaint on Jean for the first time.


“What do you think you’re doing?” Jean hissed as Eren nearly poked his eye out with the paintbrush.

“Keep your damned eyes closed then, you twat!” Eren shot back as he was trying to apply the facepaint evenly across Jean’s eyelid.

“It tickles too much…” Jean whined silently while he willed himself to endure the slow scraping of too soft brush hairs applying the sticky paint substance to his too-sensitive eyelids.

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USA (Sebastian Stan Imagine)

Requested by Anonymous: “Can I have a request on Sebastian’s first days on the USA? When he was wonderstruck by all the things that were here?”

Young! Seb (High School Seb) in modern day (2016) USA.

“Y/N, this is a medium?” Sebastian asked, bringing the McDonald’s drink cup to his face. He dramatically waved his free hand to show the comparison. The cup was almost as big as his face. “How is this a medium?!”

“Welcome to America.” Y/N laughed at the Romanian boy’s amazement. Sebastian was a transfer student from Romania and most of the kids were not very kind to him. He had a slight, or rather thick, accent when he spoke. Many  found him weird, but Y/N was intrigued by the new kid. 

“America is too good to be real.” He shook his head, taking a sip from his coke. “Everything is larger than life here.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, look at this. New York is huge, innit? The buildings are like a thousand levels and there’s so many people, running around trying to get to where they have to be. Romania isn’t like this..” Sebastian explained, looking up at the sky. The sun was setting, making the orange, pink, swirls in the sky frame the silhouettes of the buildings. “I miss Romania, that’s always gonna be home, but New York makes a pretty damn good second home too.”

She smiled to herself, feeling herself get captivated by his innocence to the real world. “You know, America is really fucked up sometimes but at other times we can be a pretty good community.”

“Really? How can the country of dreams be fucked up?”

“Just a week ago, there was a mass shooting in Orlando, Florida. The guy shot up a gay club just because he was homophobic. Some people tried to say it was because he was Muslim, but he didn’t even practice the religion anymore. He did it based off of hatred.” Y/N explained. “But you know what? All over the country, people showed their support for the LGBT+ community by raising money for them and starting trends to draw more attention to the lives lost. Some churches set up blood drives so they could donate blood to the survivors who desperately needed it. Yeah some people were still being dicks about it, but the majority of the US really came together.” 

Sebastian shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. “Some people can be terrible sometimes, huh?” 

“They really can be.” Y/N stopped walking at the corner of 1st Street and Madison Avenue. Sebastian stopped a few steps behind her. “What are you doing? Come on.”

“Wait, stay there.” He set his drink on the concrete floor and pulled out his polaroid camera. He took a picture of Y/N, smiling as the girl furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “You looked like a part of a dream.”

She laughed at his choice of words, peering over his shoulder to watch the picture develop. She was surprised to see that the picture wasn’t terrible. The pink and orange of the sky was fading beautifully behind her. The white shirt she wore stood out from the gray and black buildings surrounding the corners of the picture. Her hair was messily thrown over her shoulder but it didn’t look bad. It looked almost perfect. 

“It looks beautiful.” He smiled when the picture got to its full potential. They continued to walk down the New York streets, side by side. 

“What else do you like about the US, Sebastian?”

He glanced at the street performer beside them. He dug deep down his pocket and pulled out a $5, tossing it inside the performer’s hat. “Passion. It’s everywhere here. Everyone really works for the things they want. It really is the place to pursue your dream.” 

“What’s your passion?” Y/N asked, looking at him. The sky was turning darker and darker wth every moment they spent together. 

“I like acting.” He shrugged. “But I know I can’t get away with acting with this horrible accent of mine.”

“I like your accent.” She butted in, blushing when she realized what she said. “I uh, I’m sorry. I just mean that it makes you different and I like that.” 

“Really?” 

She bit her lip, “Yeah.”

He blushed at her words, looking down to hide his face. Y/N unstrapped his polaroid camera and took a quick picture of him before he could complain. “What was that for?”

“You looked like a part of a dream.” 

He laughed upon realizing that she mimicked his words from earlier. They waited for the picture to develop under a bus stop shed. Sebastian was smiling in the picture. The camera caught the twinkle in his eye and the beautiful red color of his tinted cheeks. The crinkles by his eyes were visible even in the low quality picture. 

“Is it okay if I keep this?” Y/N asked, slowly dragging her fingers on the edges of the picture. 

“Of course.” 

Grinning, she pulled out her wallet and slipped the picture in the clear plastic for everyone to see. 

“Hey,” Sebastian laughed, pulling out his wallet to show her that he’d done the same thing to her picture. “Look.”

They entered the bus a few moments later. They took the seat furthest back, knowing they’d be in there a while. They’d wandered off too far from their home.

“What else do you like about the US?”

He took her hand in his, “I like the fact that you’re here.” 

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MASTERLIST

Light Me Up

A Nalu high school AU oneshot in which Lucy is the talented actress and Natsu is the quirky boy backstage.  A lil’ fluffy goodness for your Nalu needs.  Find it on my account for ff.net here.

First Rehearsal - 11 Days Before Opening Night

“Holy flaming hot damn.”

Natsu felt his cousin’s larger body smack into his back when he froze, staring up at the stage.

“Hey, warn me when you’re gonna stop like that, will ya?” Gajeel grumbled, gripping the rail of a nearby staircase to steady himself.  “What are you ‘flamin’ hot damn’ing about?”

Swallowing thickly, Natsu remained silent, not knowing if he could speak or even why that was the case.  In fact, he was far more focused on the new sight on his familiar habitat.  One that gave him that tingling feeling in his chest and made his mouth part in wonder, dropping the wrench he’d been gripping to the ground.

“Oh don’t tell me…”  From the corner of his eye, Natsu saw Gajeel glance between his gaze and the object of it.  “Oh no, look anywhere but there.  Don’t even think about it, Natsu.”

“I burn, I pine, I perish…” Natsu murmured, blinking several times when he realized his stare was drying out his eyes.

“Did you just quote Shakespeare?” Gajeel hissed.  “Don’t say that shit around me; people can hear you!”

At this Natsu choked in realization.  “I quoted Shakespeare…  what the literal hell is wrong with me…?”  But then he smirked and cocked an eyebrow over at Gajeel.  “I bet Levy will like me better now, eh?”

Gajeel’s fist in his arm hurt more than he’d admit. “Shut up, Salamander,” Gajeel growled.  “You’re one to talk – don’t go starin’ her like that!  Askin’ for trouble, as always…”

“Is she new?” Natsu asked faintly.  “I haven’t seen seen her before…”

“And I’ve never seen you check out a chick before,” Gajeel mentioned, seemingly impressed.  “It really took the hottest girl in the school to make you realize your heterosexual temptations?”

“I just asked if she was new,” he repeated.  “Not about your opinion on the condition of my sexuality!”

Sighing, Gajeel leaned against the stairway up to the lit stage, where the actors chatted and looked around at the beautifully crafted set pieces that they’d be performing with.  “Yeah, they recruited her.  I heard they practically begged her to join, and she got the lead female role.  Lucy Heartfilia.  She’s in eleventh grade, same as you.  I’m tellin’ you again, cos; she’s trouble.  And you know the rules.”

Natsu did know the rules, as stated exactly in the Stage Crew Rule Book.

Rule #72: Becoming attracted to a member of BJ is equivalent to selling your soul.

“I know the rules,” he voiced.  “But it’s not like number 72 stopped Elfman from lookin’ at that prissy Evergreen girl, or Juvia from drooling over that stripper.”

“Yeah, whatever,” dismissed Gajeel.  “She’s an actor.  They’re all a buncha preppy brats anyway.”

“Mira’s not,” Natsu muttered, tugging at the white, scale patterned scarf about his neck, “and Lisanna.  Laxus’ friends and Cana are nice, too.”

“Whatever.  C’mon, we have more seats to fix.”  Gajeel tossed Natsu the wrench he’d dropped.  Buckles on his Harley boots clinking, Gajeel squatted down by the next broken theater chair and got to work.  Natsu rolled his eyes at how his cousin kept having to push his hip length, black hair away from his face.  I swear, I should just take a scissors to it in the middle of the night one of these days, Natsu internally mused.

Of course, Natsu understood the evident rivalry between the stage crew, otherwise known here as The Black Shadows, and the actors of Broadway Junior in Magnolia High School.  While the actors took the spotlight, the audiences’ hearts, and all the credit, the crew remained unseen and without a glance of appreciation.  They didn’t so much mind the unseen part.  In fact, they rather took pride in their ability to conceal themselves in the shadow of the curtains and operate a musical on their own.  And often, they didn’t care much for the credit either.  But the bitterness always remained in some way, especially with these particular actors.

Broadway Junior wasn’t just some drama club; it was a class of elites, thirty students picked especially for their ability to sing, dance, act, and be a total diva.  While it was great how all the nationwide awards they’d won boosted the school’s image, it also created for situations like-

“Excuse me, em, you?”

The two boys tore their gaze away from the chair bolts they’d been tightening to the edge of the stage, where a brunette girl in tight dance clothes was crouching daintily closer to them.  “Stagehands, right?”

They grimaced in unison at the title.  “Stage crew,” Gajeel corrected in a grunt. 

“Whaddya need?” Natsu asked with an easy smile.

“Where are all the cowboy hats for the boys?” she said, raising her eyebrows.

It was Gajeel who snapped first.  “Probably where you left ‘em.  They’re your costumes.”

The actress wrinkled up her nose, and the boys did the same in response.  “Alright then,” she went on.  “And why doesn’t this right door work?”

That got their attention.  “What do you mean the door doesn’t work?!  I made that myself and it worked fine like five minutes ago!” Gajeel protested, and Natsu did his signature backflip onto the stage.  

When they reached the door of the farmhouse set piece, Natsu couldn’t help it – he looked again.  There she was, the new girl, sitting on a crate, smiling gently with big, brown eyes shining and hair like sunlight being pushed behind her ear and-

“WHICH GENIUS,” Gajeels booming shout interrupted Natsu’s thoughts, “PULLED OUT MY DOORKNOB?!”

Natsu stiffened.  He’d built that door too…

At once, all of the actors pointed their fingers at their black-haired, chill,  top male singer, Gray Fullbuster.  He was also known as the guy that did the fastest costume changes in the group.  Mostly because he stripped down to his tighty whities right backstage, completely ignoring the purpose of the dressing rooms and scarring poor Wendy for life.

Natsu was there in seconds, grabbing Gray by the front of his shirt (miraculously still being worn) and growled heatedly, “You break my door, I break you!

“It’s your stupid door’s fault!” shot back Gray, raising his own fist.  “I tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge when I pushed and the doorknob came off!”

“The door opens when you pull, you streaking moron!  If you broke something, you should’ve told us! ”

“And get mauled by your crazy stage manager?  Fat chance!”

“Is there a problem here, boys?”

They shivered simultaneously at the shadow of of the girl that had materialized behind them.  “No, ma’am!”

Erza Scarlet, stage manager of the crew, stood before them with eyes narrowed and hands planted on her hips.  Her boyfriend, Jellal Fernandes, trailed behind her with his usual calm expression.  He’d been known by the girls around the school as the dreamy guy with the ‘heavenly body’, but the swooning giggles behind his back had instantly vanished once Erza and Jellal had become a couple.  Surely none of the girls wanted to think of what would happen to them if they tried to hit on the mighty Titania’s boy.

Natsu instantly let Gray go, said boy lowering his fist as well.  Pushing his rosy hair back with calloused hands, he couldn’t help but glance back over at that girl… Lucy.  He internally cursed when he saw that she was looking between him and Gray, seemingly scandalized.  Perfect.

“It would be wise for all to return to their places,” Erza instructed.  “We should be running the first act through soon.  Natsu, Gajeel - I believe you are runners?”

“Yeah!” chorused proudly with a fistbump.

“Then get to stage left with Levy and and Wendy.  Make sure you know your roles for the next scene change and listen closely for Levy’s cues.  There will be a lot of spike taping and light board programming today.  Break!”

“Aye, sir!”

“Oh, and Natsu?” Erza added as she gracefully slid off the stage.

He paused.  “Yeah?”

“Take off the scarf.  Too white.”

Natsu stuck his tongue out at her retreating back and made no move to do as she asked.

Looking back over his shoulder to watch Lucy pass the set piece house to her place and out of sight, Natsu promptly smashed into a fence and toppled into the curtain.


Third Rehearsal - 9 Days Before Opening Night

Natsu was an outgoing person.

Most would expect him to be out in the spotlight, jumping around exuberantly and being as loud as possible.

Truly, that did sound pretty fun to him.

But he wasn’t one for dancing.  Or singing.  Or dressing up in weird stuff.  

No, he contented himself with remaining in the shadows for moments like this.

The rush of his heart when he heard the Assistant Stage Manager, Levy, grip her headset, nod, and whisper, “Get ready.”

The tightening of his legs as the blackout brought the stage to the glorious darkness.

The feeling of when his black boots hit the ground as soon as he heard the word “Go!” and he was off, running across the stage, darting between hasty actors and snatching up whatever piece he’d been assigned to before bolting back.  There, he would place it off to its designated area.  As quickly as he came, Natsu would snatch up something else backstage to drop onto the different colored spike tape, Gajeel, Wendy, Romeo, and Elfman often at his side.

The stage would take on an entire new feel and setting as the colored lights rose back to their brightness, the sounds of the scrollers accompanying his way back beside Levy’s stool.  

All in under twenty seconds.

Natsu leaned back against the cold, brick wall, grinning and already anticipating the next scene change.  That’s when he heard a ripping sound off to his right, and whirled to see someone tearing off some gaff tape.

“Hey!” he whispered harshly, snatching the tape roll out of the girl’s hand.  “That stuff is expensive-! Oh…”

She’d turned to look him in the eye, hunching her shoulders in an apologetic gesture.  It was her.  Lucy.  “I-I’m sorry.  I didn’t know…”

“N-no it-it’s okay, I mean, em,” he stammered.  “What do you, uh, need it for?”

Looking from right to left, she muttered back, “It’s nothing.  Never mind.”

Natsu glanced down to where she had pulled her skirt up to her knee and was suspiciously holding a darkening paper towel to her leg-

“Is that blood?” Natsu asked.

“O-oh really, it’s nothing.  I just scraped my leg against something.  Just being clumsy-”

“Levy!” Natsu jogged up to the petite girl with the blue hair squashed under her headset.  “I’ll need someone to pull in the curtain for the next change - one of the actors is injured and I’m gonna take care of it quick.”

“Oh no!  Sure thing, Natsu - We’ll get it,” Levy assured him before relaying the info to Juvia, the other ASM, on the other side of the stage through headset.

Natsu strode back to Lucy.  “Can you walk?  The classroom has the first aid kit and there’s no good light in here to see…”

“Of course I can.”  Lucy waved him off.  “Really, I only needed to tape this towel on to stop the bleeding.  It’s nothing severe-”

“C’mon,” Natsu sighed, grabbing her before she could continue rambling and swinging her up with one arm over his shoulder like a sandbag.  

“Hey!” she squeaked, pounding with small fists on his back.  Man, the girl could pack a punch.  “Let me down!”

“I will in the room,” Natsu said nonchalantly, ignoring the stunned onlookers back in the workshop as he headed out to the hall.  He hoped his face wasn’t too red at the mere idea that he was this close to her, that she’d spoken to him…

Having tuned out her screeching along the way, he plopped her gently down on the couch in the drama room and unbuckled the first aid kit from the wall.  “Lemme see the cut.”

With a huff, she pulled up the dress to her knee again, taking off the red-stained towel.  It was a few inches long, beginning to bleed again as soon as she removed the pressure.  

Trying not to look at her face as to avoid getting all breathless again, he carefully cleaned around the wound.  He’d done it a few times; actors were often too distracted to watch where they were going.

While he’d finished wrapping the bandage around her leg that would hopefully put a stop to the blood, Natsu felt her eyes on him.  Swallowing, he stood, brushing his hands absently on his black jeans.  “Right, well, em, that should do it.  How bad does it hurt?  I think there might be pain meds in here…”

“It’s fine,” she said softly, smiling.  “Thank you…?”

“Natsu,” he supplied very quickly, thrusting out a hand.  “And it’s no prob.  What did you scrape it against?”

She took the hand and shook it lightly, saying, “There was a screw sticking out of the side of one of the boards…”

“Seriously?!” Natsu demanded.  “I’ll check that out right away.  I’m sorry… We’ll just blame the freshman, yeah?”

Lucy let out a laugh that sent his stomach spiraling.  “Sounds like a solid plan.” 

The two of them began to walk back together, and Natsu found himself admiring how she wasn’t making a big deal about the leg, trying very hard not to limp.  She wasn’t like the other actor girls; Lucy was tough.

“So, you’re crew, huh?” she began.  

“Yup!” he responded.  “Natsu the runner, at your service.”

Oh man, if only he could see her smile again and again… “It’s almost hard to see you guys in that corner.  How many of you are there?”

Natsu scratched the back of his neck as they made their way back to stage left.  “Well, there’s Levy she’s the one with glasses, Gajeel, the goth death metal guy, Wendy, the cute one with the blue hair, and I running on this side.  Juvia, that chick that talks in third person about Gray all the time, Elfman, the… man, and Romeo, the freshmen with the black hair, on the other.  Alzack and Bisca, you know those two, always canoodling… they man the spotlights, Erza and Jellal in the light booth, and Laxus is master of the sound board.  So there’s, em… twelve of us.  In stage crew.”

“Wow.”  Her eyes were doing this shiny thing that he rather liked.  “You guys are so skilled, running this thing with just the twelve of you.”

He’d never heard an actor say something like that, and he stopped dead in his tracks.  “Y-you think so?”

“I do,” she confirmed.  “It’s pretty cool for techie people and drama people to come together to create something this amazing, don’t you think?”

“I do,” he replied with a grin, warming up to this girl more every second.

There was a moment where they just stood there, standing and taking one another in.  Natsu almost felt like there wasn’t some kind of rule book or status separating them.

For a moment, anyway.

When the song ended and the lights shut out, both of them jumped, Natsu cursing as he took off onto the stage with Lucy not far behind.

Natsu returned, finally, to his crewbies’ sides, gripping the wall to keep himself upright with his dizzy mind.  He heard Lucy start to sing, and oh the great Lord forbid she ever stop-

“Natsu, I’m serious, stop it,” Gajeel warned when he saw that his cousin was staring again.  “She’s a BJ and you’re crew.  She’s a prep and out of your league.  Not worth getting yourself into.”

“I want her.”

“She won’t even remember your name!”

“I want her.”

“Would you stop being so damn impulsive?!” Gajeel hissed.  “It’s against the rules - she’s an actor.  Lucy Heartfilia is the richest girl in the school, and every guy wants her.  You, the dude with the pink hair backstage that literally stays in a dark corner for a hobby, is the last guy that stands a chance, and she’s not worth it.”

“She’s worth it alright.  You can’t change my mind.  I want her.”

“…how am I related to such a dumbass?”

Fifth Rehearsal - Seven Days Before Opening Night

“And then,” laughed Natsu, eyes locked solely on the girl beside him, “I literally hang on this rope, trying to get the damned prop to come down from the ceiling, rope snaps, hits a light that was too close on the electric to the curtain, curtain bursts into flame, all the audience screamin’ and fire trucks showing up-”

Lucy was laughing as quietly as possible, clutching her stomach.  “And they still let you be in crew?!”

“Eh, that’s not nearly the worst thing that’s happened on this stage…”  Natsu wiggled his eyebrows at her, causing Lucy to laugh ever the harder.  

The lights went out.  

Lucy left.

Natsu didn’t like the dark as much as he used to.

Monday – Five Days Before Opening Night

Kicking his locker so that it swung open, Natsu wrestled some books from its horrifying chasm of food wrappers.  He ignored the possy of BJ kids that boisterously bumbled behind him in the hall, jogging to lunch.  After shoving handfuls of homework into his fraying backpack, he hiked it up onto his shoulder and headed towards the normal table that the twelve members of The Black Shadows shared.

He barely paid any attention to the conversation that Gajeel and Levy were arguing about (probably argue-flirting about whether metal or classical were more quality music genres) as he stuffed food into his mouth with one hand and scanned his pre-calculus homework.  Usually, he tended to put all work off until the last second, but with being at school until nine pm every day both last and this week…

“Um, can I sit here, Natsu?”

When he looked up, he nearly spat out his juice.  It was Lucy, standing uncertainly with her tray, today in some black jeans, a button down shirt, some bracelets and a necklace, those heart earrings that she always wore…

“S-sure!” he said, hastily pushing his papers towards himself and kicking his backpack away from the open seat next to him.  

The other occupants of the table were gaping openly, though the rudeness of their stares was disregarded by Lucy.  She only smiled with a wave.  “Hello – I’m Lucy.”

Natsu kicked Gajeel under the table.  His cousin cleared his throat.  “Uh, hey, I’m-”

“-Gajeel,” Lucy finished for him.  “Yeah, you’re Natsu and Wendy’s cousin, right?  And you built that stairway – it’s really nice.  A lot more stable than others I’ve had to dance on.”

Gajeel dropped his fork, speechless.

Levy saved him.  “I’m-”

“-Levy McGarden, the genius in my AP English!” Lucy cut her off.  “Top of the class, aren’t you?”

And so it went, Lucy having memorized the names of them all, including Romeo and Wendy.  Someone that cared about those losers in stage crew.

Natsu couldn’t help but smirk at the shocked Erza.  The stage manager had gotten word from someone (Someone Natsu called his metalhead cousin) that he’d gotten a crush on Lucy Heartfilia.  He’d been punished with one of the worst on the Rule Book list – hanging up the entire scrim curtain.  One.  Tie.  At.  A.  Time.

And now Lucy had just proven not to be like the other BJs.

Oh, he wanted her.

“You’re in pre-calc?” Lucy asked, startling him out of his daydream.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” Natsu answered, glowing at how impressed she seemed.  He hid his blush in his scarf.

“Wow, I can barely keep up with functions,” Lucy laughed.  “Are the tech nights making it hard for you to get your stuff done, too?”

The small talk went on, but Natsu didn’t care if they talked about the weather or the meaning of life – Lucy had come to be with him outside of the depths of the backstage, and the world was beautiful.

Eighth Rehearsal - Four Days Before Opening Night

Natsu rushed to Wendy’s aid when the curtain got caught, instructing her to push the fabric away from the base of the chair so that he could pull it in.  With a last tug, the curtain was back in, the lights flashing on to the next scene.  Panting, Wendy slapped Natsu a high five before returning to Levy.

“Is that heavy?”

Turning at the sound of Lucy’s voice, he shrugged.  “Nah.  Wendy can do it… you okay?”

She looked exhausted, smiling weakly as she swept some blonde hair behind her ear.  “Oh, just a bit tired from extra dance practice last night.  And dealing with… people.”

He frowned, clenching hands growing cold.  “People?  Someone giving you a hard time?”

“O-of course not-”

Scene change.  

Natsu ran his fence off, past a scowling actor that nearly got bowled over when he got in Natsu’s way.  “Yeesh, careful with that,” the boy grumbled.  “Broadway’s show can’t go on very well if you murder us.”

Eye twitching in annoyance, Natsu said back, “Your show?  Newsflash – it’s mine too, pal.”

“It wouldn’t be anything without us,” the boy dismissed.  “We’re the show.”

“If it weren’t for us,” Natsu hissed, stepping closer to the kid, “you would be stumbling around a bare stage, naked and screaming in the dark.  So run along, do your little dance, and stop your whinin’ – it might give you frown lines that even your makeup can’t cover.”

The boy ran alright.

It was later that night, when Natsu had finished sweeping the stage and was having a penguin sliding contest across it with Gajeel, Romeo, Elfman, and Gray, that he heard the raised voice in the hallway.  One he recognized.

“I told you, I’m really not interested.  Now please leave me alone.”

Looking behind him and seeing the other guys already involved in an argument, he crept off, peeking around the corner to see Lucy hugging her arms to herself and followed closely by a guy Natsu knew was in the wrestling team.

“You don’t need to be so stubborn,” the guy scoffed.  “I mean, you’re obviously asking for it in that short skirt and shirt-”

“If she was asking for it,” Natsu interrupted, stepping out from behind the door.  “I’m pretty sure she could use her words to do so.  Leave her alone.”

“And who do you think you are, kid?  Some kinda-”

“He’s my boyfriend!” Lucy supplied quickly, snatching Natsu’s sleeve and nearly making him pass out in shock.  

The wrestler dude raised his eyebrows at Natsu’s surprised expression.  “Yeah, I smell bullshit.”

“And I smell BO,” Natsu shot back, grimacing.  “It’s called a shower, man.  If you wanna pick up girls, you could use one, and some respect too.  Now screw off.”

“And who’s gonna make me?”

“This black belt district champion is gonna make you if you don’t piss off, asshat,” Natsu growled, pointing at himself.  

“Or me!” And with that, Lucy promptly kicked the guy in the balls with her hard toed dance shoes, sending him toppling to the ground with a rather undignified shriek.

Snatching his wrist, Lucy tugged Natsu away, causing him to yelp, quickly off through the school and to the drama classroom, where she slammed the door shut and breathed out deeply.

He looked at her.  She glanced meekly back up at him.

And they burst out laughing.

“Man, you sure are fired up today!” Natsu exclaimed.  “That was some serious badassary!”

“As much as I appreciated the offer…”  Lucy flashed him a smile.  “I can take care of myself.”

Marry me, Natsu thought.

Eleventh Rehearsal - One Day Before Opening Night

“I heard you said something to a stage crew member.  Something about how it was our show and not theirs.”

Natsu paused in the hall, hearing Gray Fullbuster’s voice, hushed in the next hallway as he tiredly made his way to the front to drive home after the final rehearsal.

“Well yeah…”  Natsu recognized the voice of that bratty kid from Tuesday.  “I mean I only said it because the guy nearly killed me with one of those fences and they really are just side help-”

“It is your job to stay out of their way,” came Gray’s tone sharply in response.  “They are not side help – they are part of our team.  They worked just as hard, or harder, than we did for this show.  We would be absolutely fucked without them, and if I ever hear that you said something like that to one of them again, I’ll get you reported to the directors, or their stage manager.  Are we clear?”

“Y-yes Captain!”

Natsu grinned.

Lucy was out at the front, just as Natsu had been hoping.  Though she had left the theater much before him…

Muttering small curses under her breath, he saw her check her phone.  “He said nine thirty…”

“What’s up?” He leaned up against the wall beside her, beaming at her as brightly as he could manage when he was this tired.  “I thought you went home a while ago.”

“Nah, I… got some homework done,” Lucy answered vaguely, gripping her shoulder bag.  “You?”

“Waiting for my cousins so we can drive home,” Natsu replied, turning his face to the stars.  It was a clear night, though snow was drifting down gently.

“Oh,” she said quietly.

Natsu examined her face.  “Can you drive?”

“I-I can!” she said defensively.  “But… my dad just doesn’t let me drive much in winter, because of the slippery roads.  He said Capricorn would be here half of an hour ago, but no one’s answering and…” She ended with a sigh.

Her face was worn.  He recognized it – that lonely expression that can only come from daddy issues.  Natsu knew about that all too well.  And as it had been doing often, his heart went out to her.  Natsu patted her head.  “I can… drive you home.”

But she tensed.  “O-oh!  I… I don’t know if my father would-”

“If he’s not here by now, he’d have no right to care.  You need to get home and sleep before the big show tomorrow!”

“But your cousins…”

Frowning, Natsu pulled out his phone and typed out a quick message to Gajeel: driving Lucy home quick.  brb

He shoved it back into the pocket of his black jeans.  “It’s good!”

Slowly, she began to smile.  “Alright.  If you’re sure…”

Natsu’s vehicle was nothing special, a rusty old, red truck he liked to call the Fire Dragon, and he had to scrape off some snow before they drove.  He pulled his black sweatshirt that had the white letters spelling The Black Shadows proudly on its back closer to his body, and burrowed his face deeper into his scarf while she buckled her seatbelt.  Checking his phone a last time, he looked down to see his cousin’s response: ur gettin in way too deep w/ that girl.  u should bail.  even the bjs r sayin so

He only replied with:  dont talk about stuff u dont know about.  srsly dont bother trying to change my mind.  ill be back in a bit

It wasn’t long to Lucy’s mansion, and they, of course, blasted classic rock songs the entire way there.

Come saaaail away with meeee…” they finished singing together (though Natsu doubted he’d gotten a single note on tune) before laughing and pulling over to a stop at the driveway of the address.

“Ahhh,” Lucy sighed, sitting back against the seat and closing her eyes.  “I wish all my car rides were like this…”

“Me too,” Natsu admitted.  “Gajeel is such a killjoy and sings almost worse than me.”

“So, you drive him everywhere?”

Natsu checked the clock on his phone.  It was late.  Very late.  “Well, yeah.  I mean we all live together, so.  We take turns driving, and Wendy sits in back.”

“Oh, it would be so nice if I had my family all live with me,” Lucy said dreamily.  “Mom, dad, sisters and brothers, cousins… never be alone…”

Natsu’s throat caught slightly.  “Yeah, it would.”

She frowned, looking up at him.  She was so small, though not as small as Levy.  He could just take her and hold her easily right in his lap-

“You don’t… have that?” Lucy asked cautiously.

Shrugging, he muttered, “Nah.  Parents died a while ago.  Aunts and uncles too.  Were all in the police force.  We live with Gildarts.  He’s Cana’s dad.”

“Oh Natsu, I-I’m sorry I didn’t know and I shouldn’t have brought it up and-”

“Cool your jets!” he laughed.  “I don’t really mind talkin’ about it-”

“My mom died,” she blurted out, grimacing as she did so, shocking Natsu to silence.  “A few years ago.  Dad… won’t talk about it.”

For a moment, he stared.  Natsu figured he was supposed to say ‘sorry’, but he’d always hated hearing that.  So he only nodded, more tightly gripping the gear stick.

He felt something somehow both cool and electrifying, realising that she’d slid her hand onto his and squeezed her fingers around his own.  He smiled.

For a few moments they remained, listening to the gentle strums of the guitar through the stereo.

Then he frowned.  “Your hand is freezing.”

“Sorry,” she muttered, taking it away from his, but he only unzipped his sweatshirt and promptly draped it over her shoulders.

“Your coat is too thin,” he said.  “You can give it back to me later.”

Her brown eyes seemed to search him.  They were like smooth honey, warming him up all over.  

Before he even knew what had happened, she’d kissed his cheek and rushed out of his truck, squeaking, “Good night!  Thanks for the ride!” before bolting off to the towering doors of her home.

There he sat for several minutes, blinking repeatedly and holding a hand to his cheek.  Then- “I could totally die happy right now.”

Opening Night

“Natsu?  Could you maybe… help me with my mic?”

He glanced up from where he’d been refilling batteries, heart jumping from his feet to the top of his head when he saw her in costume, that blue dress, hair curled.  “Of course!”

She turned around for him, letting him slip the microphone pack into the elastic belt around her waist while she held her dress up.  “Are… are you nervous?” she asked, shifting her feet.

Natsu only shrugged.  “Nah.  I’ve screwed up bigger shows than this.  I trust our ability to improv.”

Lucy laughed back, her shoulders seeming to lose their tension.  “I love your perspective.”

“I love your everything.”

He’d blurted it out before he’d even realized he was thinking it, and out loud… oh hell.

She froze, and he could tell she was barely breathing.  Neither was he.

Dammit, why did he always have to be so impulsive?!

Natsu was pretty sure his face was the same color as his hair.  

Dear mother, he’d just confessed in the dorkiest way ever to the most gorgeous girl in the school.  That girl that deep down, he’d known all along was way out of his league.

Muttering a short stream of swear words, he sighed, “Dammit, I’m sorry.  That’s awkward.  Ugh, before the show too… I’m sorry.  Just ignore me.  I know you don’t feel… I’m sorry.  Forget I said anything.”

Hastily zipping up her dress, he threw out the bad batteries and strode quickly backstage to his sanctuary.

With a groan, he threw himself down on Levy’s stool, raking a hand through his hair.  Stupid…

“Natsu?  Are you alright?”

“Mmm,” he said distractedly back to Juvia, who was looking at him in concern, dressed in all her black with ASM binder in hand.  He hadn’t heard her footsteps, but he supposed that was a stage crew special technique, after all.  Being quick, quiet, and controlled.  “Fine.”

But she patted his back in some weird sort of understanding.  “Lucy is a nice girl, and Juvia thinks you two would be cute together.  It will be okay.”  Juvia gave him a wink.  “Juvia is a girl, you know.  She hears things.”

“What kind of things?” Natsu demanded, but Juvia was already walking off, waving at him with a secretive grin.

Feeling the need to repay her somehow, Natsu shouted, “If that stripper doesn’t come around and ask you to prom, I’ll bash his face in myself!”

“There will be no bashing of Gray’s beautiful face!” she scolded from across the stage.

He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling already.  “Where do I even find these people?” he muttered, turning his thoughts to his crewbies.

Closing Night

Natsu gripped the curtain, zoning all of his focus in on the next set piece he’d have to take off.  It was the last show night, and everything had to be perfect.

Ugh, but how could he possibly focus when she was singing like an angel of the Lord?

With Bisca’s spotlight bathing Lucy and her golden curls, she sure looked like one.  As far as he could hear, she hit every note right on, the music ringing across the theater and reverberating into his chest, causing him to let loose a sigh and lean against the wall.  The sound reminded him of that safe feeling, home and warm and the trees rustling in the spring-scented breeze as Igneel laughed and chased him around the yard…

The song ended.  The lights faded.  And he ran.

She was backstage during the next scene, but she avoided his gaze; Lucy hadn’t spoken to him since that moment on opening night.  Natsu tore his eyes away from her, trying to gulp down the sick feeling in his throat.  Maybe Gajeel had been right all along.  Maybe she just didn’t care anymore.  Maybe she was disgusted that a stage crew person would bother with thinking he had a chance.  Maybe she would come to forget him and his name.  Like he was part of the backdrop.

But that didn’t mean his soul didn’t soar when he heard her sing.

It didn’t mean he didn’t miss her laugh.

It didn’t mean he didn’t still love her, however the hell that had managed to happen in only two weeks.

It also didn’t mean that she’d ever feel the same way.

The end of the show used to be an extraordinary feeling for Natsu cheering along with his friends and feeling drunk on their own little victory.  But today, the others indeed cheered, but Natsu just headed off to wait for his cousins by the door.  He didn’t know much how to handle more people being happy when it didn’t seem like there was much to be happy about.  He stood solemnly, holding his backpack loosely at his side.

The actors were going to the cast party, shrieking and giggling as the burst out through the front doors and to their cars.  He wondered who she’d be driving with.  Not that it was really any of his business.

Natsu set his forehead against the tall, school windows, the heavy breath he let out through his nose steaming up the glass.  He wondered if Igneel would’ve told him what to do with a broken heart, had his father still been here.

“Natsu?”

His breath caught.  

“Hey, can we talk?”

Clearing his throat thickly, he turned and muttered, “Sure, Lucy.”  He didn’t meet her eyes.  The humiliation weighed on his head so that he simply couldn’t.

But he did see her furrowed brow, hair thrown into a messy bun, how her newly cleaned face shown, free of stage makeup.  He saw how she was in some gray sweatpants and a white shirt and a black sweatshirt that was much too big for her.  Man, she rocked that outfit.

“I just… forgot to mention something.”  She shifted her feet and glanced up at him.

Finally, he managed to look at her face.  “What’s that?”

Lucy drew a deep breath.  “I also love your scarf.”

Natsu blinked.  “What?”

“I love your scarf.”

Not exactly along the lines of what he’d been expecting her to say.

Well, he hadn’t actually expected her to speak to him again, so it wasn’t like he minded.

“Erm, why?” he couldn’t help but ask.

A small smirk was beginning to play on her lips.  He liked it.  “Because it makes things easier.”

He frowned.  “What things?”

“Things like this.”

That’s when Lucy stepped very close, snatched his scarf, brought his face down towards her and-

Holy flaming hot damn.

She was kissing him.

Natsu stopped had a sharp intake of breath, his backpack crashing to the floor as his hands shot open.  Her lips were soft and demanding against his.  His face was warm.  Everywhere was too warm.  And he loved it.

Not knowing much else of what to do, Natsu pulled her flush to him by the small of her back and brushed his hand over the side of her face.  Lucy tilted her head, and he was kissing her deeper and faster and-

She broke it off to breathe, putting her forehead against his chest.  Natsu breathed with her struggling to form a single coherent thought through the white noise that was his brain.  

Lucy hugged him around the middle.  “Aren’t you and the crew going to Denny’s?”

“Yeah,” Natsu managed to say.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.”

She took his hand, leading him with a wide and blushing smile back to the theater.  He followed numbly, watching her golden hair swish across the words The Black Shadows on the back of the sweatshirt she was wearing.

Before they pushed open the stage doors, Lucy leaned up and whispered in his ear, “I love your everything too.”

With a smile that he felt he’d never lose, Natsu pushed open the doors and led her past the dark backstage and into the blazing lights.

anonymous asked:

Can do a flower child Harry rec? I know it's not really popular anymore but I love those fics and I would be so happy.

Of course I can! SOrry it took so long I have had the worst internet the past few days and its sucked a WHOLE LOT. ok so click the read more and theres like 20 fics. :-))

Violets and Paper Aeroplanes~

Harry likes Louis very much a lot and Louis’ a bit of an arsehole.

A little less sixteen candles, A little more “touch me”~

Louis has always dreamed of owning his own house, and fresh out of university, he finally achieves his dream. Only splurging on tattoos and piercings, Louis is well off, and he’s just in luck, because he practically shares a room with the boy in the flower crown next door.

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The Proposal.

He was pathetic.

Absolutely and completely and utterly pathetic.

Men, other men, managed to do this every day. Every. Damn. Day. He was a marine; a marine and a Spectre, and in the past few years he’d seen and been through things that those other men wouldn’t even dare to imagine.

Yet, they managed to do this, and he couldn’t seem to.

He wasn’t quite sure what the problem was.

He loved her, he loved her so much it hurt, and after everything they’d come through, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that no-one could ever take her place in his heart. He knew that more certainly than any of those other men knew, because he’d already lost her once and he knew, firsthand, how empty a life without her could be. He never wanted to go through that again.

Ever.

And he knew knew she loved him too.

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To Infinity And Beyond - Ashton Imagine (Part Three)

Part OnePart Two

When someone you love dies, you’d always want to remember them.

Warning: Mentions of self harm

Originally posted by irwindewd

He scratched his wrist, making your eyes dart to it, noticing faint lines on it. “Will you go on a date with me?”


The speed that the words had flowed out of Ashton’s mouth as quickly as water would flow down the waterfall made you doubt your auditory skills. “Oh, um, I guess, sure.” He looked up at you, as if he was surprised that you had actually said yes. “Oh, great, well, I’ll um, I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow?” You nodded, turning around to leave. “Wait, I need your phone number and your address.” You nodded, awkwardly turning back around and reaching for the pen that was sitting on the cart filed with the inks and such. “Do you have a piece of paper?” Ashton shook his head, bringing his wrist forward. “Write it down here.” The pale pink lines were obvious to you, your heart tweaking slightly as you noticed them, however still oblivious to the fact that you were seeing bits of colors around you such as the marks on his wrist. “Okay, this is my number. Call me when you get there.” You smiled up at Ashton, looking at his beautifully mesmerizing orbs, being absorbed into the galaxies that lived within them. “Oh right, do I pay for the tattoo here or do I give it to Michael?” He shook his head. “It’s on me.” You smiled slightly, but shook your head. “Nope, if you won’t take the money I’ll just go ahead and give it to Michael.” Ashton chuckled slightly. “Fine, but then tomorrow don’t you dare take the bill from me.” You nodded, waving good bye to Ashton as you walked out the door. “Hey Michael, how much was the tattoo?” Michael looked up at you, but then looked down quickly at his phone to text someone. “Wait, lemme quickly ask Ash.” You nodded, looking around as you drummed your fingers on your thigh. “Oh Ash said it’s going to be twenty-five bucks.” You nodded once again, ruffling through your bag for the money. “Okay, have a nice day!”


Next Day - 6:22pm

“Oh my god Aria I have nothing to wear!” Your friend Aria, who recently moved in with you, was sat on your bed, amused by the fact that you were running around your room like a madman, throwing clothes around left and right. “Wow he must be really cute if you’re panicking this much over him.” You stopped, dropping down to the floor. “I don’t know, he makes me feel, different I guess? When he was tattooing me I felt, like I was in a different universe or something, just me and him.” She smiled slightly. “Maybe he’s your soulmate.” You smiled, shaking your head. “It’s probably not possible. It’s a chance in a million. I highly doubt I’m that lucky.” Aria jumped off your bed, going to your closet. “I’ll hold you to that. Anyways, just text him whether you should wear something fancy or something casual.” You whipped out your phone, seeing the contact ‘Ash xo’ with one simple sentence from him in the chat. “Hey it’s ashton.” You shot him a text, getting a reply within seconds. “He says wear something casual.” She nodded, ruffling through everything you owned. “Ahah! I knew it was somewhere in here.” She pulled out a ‘Feeling This?’ black tank top by Blink 182 and a pair of ripped, blue skinny jeans and your pair of combat boots. “Ooh that looks nice. Okay.” You quickly changed into it, stepping towards your full-length mirror to see how it looks. “See, it’s perfect. Now let’s go downstairs and wait for Mr Right.” 

The clock moved quickly, 6:57 pm arriving soon enough as your doorbell rang, Aria ushering you towards the door, practically shoving you off the couch you two had previously been lounging on. “Uh, hey.” Ashton was stood on your doorstep with a bunch of pale colored roses, a bandana resting on his head wearing a ‘Rolling Stones Voodoo Lounge’ t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. “Ooo white roses.” Aria popped up from behind you two. “Oh Ashton this is my friend Aria. Aria, put this in a vase, we’ll be going now.” You walked outside, closing the door behind you and Ashton, tugging him down the porch steps. “Sorry about her.” He shook his head. “No it’s fine. Wow, you look great.” You looked down at your outfit. “Really? I just, threw it on. You look really great too.” He smiled. “Let’s go.” 


As you got off the car, you looked around your surroundings. Being so wrapped up in your grieving and sorrows over your mother, which you were still grieving over, it had completely flew over your head that it was the Spring Carnival. Screams, laughter, the smell of cotton candy and carnival food echoed through the air as Ashton paid for your tickets at the small booth. “Where do you want to go first?” His hand slipped into yours, intertwining your fingers as he pulled you along. “How about the game booths?” He nodded, running along with you to the ring toss booth that was closest to you. “Oh my god look at that little Baymax plushie! It’s so cute!” You pointed at the white toy sat on the top row of the prizes amongst the other teddy bears. “Do you want it?” Before you could say no, Ashton was already asking for the price of the toy. “Not for sale. If you win, then you can get it.” Ashton nodded, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket to pay for a round. “I’ll get you that toy.” After multiple failed attempts, Ashton left the booth pouting as you pulled him along laughing. “It’s fine Ash, not everyone wins in it.” He smiled at you, pointing towards something that was ahead of you. “Want to go on the ferris wheel?” You nodded, running towards it. “Hey there’s no line! C’mon Ashton!” He smiled at you, entering the chair as the freckled boy working the stall pulled down the safety bar. You started rambling about God knows what, before Ashton starts blinking hard, really hard. “Ash? Ashton are you okay?” The ferris wheel starts moving slowly, bringing you up, farther away from the ground by the second. “Do you, do you see that?” You looked around, shaking your head. “I don’t see anything exc- wait. I, I think I see, color.” He nods enthusiastically, pulling you closer to him. “I guess we’re meant to be.” The ride came to a stop as you reached the very top, but neither of you noticed till the yells of the freckled boy from before interrupted your intense staring at each other. “Hey, the ride stopped working for a while. You okay up there?” You smiled. “Never been better.” You leaned in, Ashton’s eyes darting to your lips back up to your eyes. As your lips touched, your eyes fluttered shut. This was it, he was your soulmate.


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