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@pucikek ajhdakdhks I thot u said eat ur friends. Some people??? Vore?? To cope???
My depression lunch is snacking on plain tortilla wraps and associated carbs and chocolates between noon and 8pm

Les Miserables Christmas Headcanons
  • Every year Combeferre and Courfeyrac send out themed Christmas cards. This year’s theme was X-Files
  • Marius and Cosette include all of their dogs in their Christmas card
  • jbm have the most Christmas-y house out of anyone. It’s absolutely covered with lights, have a giant tree that doesn’t completely fit, and decorations everywhere
  • Enjolras considers drinking peppermint coffee to be in the Christmas spirit
  • Grantaire wraps everyone’s presents in plain wrapping paper and then decorates them so that each person has personalized wrapping paper
  • Marius can’t wrap presents to save his life so he just puts everything in bags
  • Eponine wears ugly Christmas sweaters every day in December
  • Jehan always gets people the weirdest (but best) presents. Combeferre once got a set of antique medical equipment
  • Joly’s hot chocolate is 50% hot chocolate and 50% marshmallow 
  • Bahorel buys his dogs Christmas costumes
  • Courfeyrac and Combeferre have gotten into passionate arguments about whether A Nightmare Before Christmas is a Christmas movie
  • They all spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day together and watch Christmas movies the entire time and Feuilly bakes everyone cookies and everyone is happy and absolutely no one is dead
Fic 345: If the Hat Fits

Fluffy Red Oktoberfest for you all! 100% spoiler free from today’s new comic release.


“What is this?”

The box, wrapped in plain brown paper and a twine bow, sat squarely in the middle of a rather important requisition request justification that had taken him the better half of the evening to make any headway through. Medic looked up at Heavy, who stood in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest and with an expectant look in his eye.

“Is present.”

“That much is evident.” Medic poked the side of the box with his pencil, listening for any tell tale clues, ticking clocks, hissing vipers, spring loaded gas devices, and the like. A quick glance up at Heavy didn’t help either. The giant was simply watching with an amused look across his face as Medic approached even this simple thing with the same mix of methodical care and callous disregard as he approached his surgeries.

A present. But for what? Medic racked his brain. Smissmass long since past, and neither of them ever discussed birthdays with each other. It had simply never come up. Spy could have been persuaded to part with the information, since he had no doubt already discovered it, but they were nowhere near that date either. There had been no arguments that either would need to apologize for, and even if they had, this wasn’t Heavy’s preferred method of apology. And in any rate, he was usually not the one doing the apologizing either.

There were no upcoming missions that would require additional prep. There were no upcoming unpleasant assignments that Heavy would want to avoid. The look on Heavy’s face was not the one he wore when telling him that he would be traveling back to Russia.

Medic was utterly baffled.

“I give up,” he finally replied, “Why?”

A sly smile crept onto Heavy’s face. “Does Heavy need reason?”

“No, I suppose not.”

“Then open, dorogoy.”

Medit set his pencil down and pulled the package back into his lap,. His fingers played at the bow on top, the rough twine hissing over the paper as he pulled it away and let his drop to the floor with the paper following shortly after. Inside the paper was a box. A proper box of sturdy stock that was emblazoned with a stamp that he didn’t recognize but that was undoubtedly Russian. He felt Heavy’s eyes on him as he pulled off the lid to find red tissue paper beneath. As he pulled it back, his fingers brushed across something soft, furry, and absolutely lacking in a heartbeat.

“A hat?”

Heavy nodded. “Is ushanka. Special for Doktor.”

He pulled it out and turned it in his hands. An ushanka it was, indeed. Dark brown, and almost identical to the one he’d admired on Heavy many times before, but on its front was a gold cross, his own class symbol, that made it his own. He let his fingers run through the furred lining, feeling its warmth and softness, and knowing that it would be more than a match for their inevitable reassignment to Coldfort.

“What kind of fur is this?”

“Bear. Killed with Heavy’s own hands.”

He almost choked up at that. It was hard to find a good man who would kill a bear for you with his own hands and that kind of enthusiasm. Without waiting another moment, he pulled it on and dropped the flaps to let the fur tickle his ears. It fit perfectly. How, he had no idea. He almost never wore hats, and the ones that he did keep around were of the helmet variety. But the ushanka fit like a glove. Of course it did. It was from Heavy, who knew him better than anyone.

“Danke, Misha. It is wonderful.”

The Medi-gun could have been powered for days off of the wattage that came from Heavy’s smile.

“But if you do not mind me pressing,” Medic got up from his desk and made his way around to Heavy and laying his hands on those impossibly broad shoulders, “what is the occasion? If I have missed something important…”

“Nyet.” Heavy shook his head as he pulled Medic close. “Is because we go together, Doktor.”

Medic shook his head as Heavy chuckled a little at his own little joke. Matching hats for men who were a match. It was silly and juvenile, the sort of thing infatuated teenagers would do.

He loved it.

The room was warm, and his head was already getting hot, but he wouldn’t take it off. Not just yet. Not while Heavy was smiling so brightly down at him. Instead, he leaned up just enough to plant a light kiss to the tip of the big man’s nose.

“Ja. Together.”

Homemade yoghurt!

So if you’re like me and eat yoghurt every morning and sometimes for snacks, it gets expensive fast. So I make my own! And it’s easy!

I usually make half a gallon at a time, so half a gallon of milk (whole, 2%, slim, whatever) in the crock pot on low for about 3 hours. Turn the crockpot off, leave it for an hour, then stir in one plain yoghurt cup. Wrap the whole shebang in a towel and leave it to sit overnight. Ta-da! Homemade yoghurt. To do it again, just reserve half a cup of your yoghurt as a starter.

Mix in what you like, use it in smoothies, whatever makes you happy.

Notes:
- Starter yoghurt MUST have live&active cultures
-It’ll be kinda runny, so you can strain it in a collander lined with cheesecloth (or paper towels) for an hour or two after it’s been chilled to make it thicker.
-Lasts for about a week in the fridge.

HanniHolidays-Secret Santa

Next in a series I’m doing that started with Day 3:Fireplace since people requested more. :) Season 1 canon divergent. Not exactly secret santa but close enough. 

Season of Giving

Will left the gift on the back step next to the door and left quickly. His palms were sweaty and nerves on edge; he didn’t want to be caught. The wrapping paper was simple, plain gold, wrapped with twine, and no note.

 Will rubbed his face and breathed a sigh of relief. The first step was over. Was the gift too much? Was it too heavy-handed? Not obvious enough? The night air was brisk, and he left the window unrolled as he began the long drive in holiday traffic back to Wolf Trap. It was raining a little, but not cold enough for snow. He was stressed and the cold air on his face kept him focused.

 After their night by the fire, Will had wanted to do something to explain how he felt. But it was difficult to come out and say, hard to explain to himself, and he was unsure about where this was all leading.

 Cars around his sped up around him as he became lost in thought, a few horns honked, and one driver flipped him off. He barely noticed. He hoped his offering would be well received and knew Hannibal would know who had left the simple gift.

                                                           ***

Hannibal was surprised to see a small package by the door when he returned from picking up some wine and truffles.

 No note. He opened it up, wondering who it could be from, and found a collection of pages with underlined words. Some quotations circled. They were pages from books, poems, classic rock lyrics he had never heard of. Some of his favorites were there Dante and The Iliad, and others that were simpler. The pages were numbered. He laid them out over his dining room table in order, the selected quotes flowing together, telling a story of metaphor, feeling, emotion. A tear formed in his eye, and he let it fall slowly. He turned around and headed back to his car. He needed to show his thanks in person.

                                                           ***

 Will was surprised to hear a car in his driveway. Looking at the window and seeing Hannibal’s approaching figure twisted his stomach in knots. That had been quicker than he was expecting.

 He opened the door before Hannibal could knock, standing there slightly damp from the rain, holding the pages Will had given him in his hand.

 Will’s breathing was heavy. “Hello, Dr. Lecter,” he said, trying to decide what to do next. The air was expectation and the taste of dark, bitter wine.

 Hannibal couldn’t hold himself back any longer; he stepped forward, pressing his hand to Will’s face and crushed their lips together.

 Will stood there motionless at first; his mind at war with his body and desires. He let himself give in. His arm wrapped around Hannibal’s neck, his other hand grasping at Hannibal’s shirt. Slowly he moved his lips against Hannibal’s, exploring, tasting, finding how they fit together, lips against lips and then tongues exploring mouths. It was right in a way kissing had never been right before. Will heard a noise, a low desperate moan and realized it was coming from somewhere deep in his throat.

 “Hannibal.”

 Hearing his name from Will’s lips, so soft and full of desire, spurred Hannibal on. He pressed Will back against the wall and grabbed one of Will’s thighs, pulling it against his hip. One of Will’s hands pressed against the wall behind him, and Hannibal’s fingers thread through his own.

“Will, my sweet Will.” Hannibal began to kiss down Will’s neck, but his progress was stopped by Will’s hands gently pushing against his chest.

“That’s enough for now,” Will said, apology and something like shame in his voice. “I might need to take things slow.” Will looked away and shifted slightly, creating some space between their bodies, but not moving away.

“Whatever you need,” Hannibal said simply, pulling away, but keeping Wil’s hands in his own. “I’m here. I’m yours. Take me however you want me.”

Picture This

Character: Bucky Barnes (a little bit of reader in here?)

Word Count: 687

Author’s Note: So I’m supposed to be writing Relocated (which I will now get back to) and I suddenly thought of this little blurb/drabble. It thought it was sad in the beginning, but idk anymore LOL ENJOY!

Originally posted by fyeahcameras


A rectangular object wrapped in plain, brown wrapping paper slid across the kitchen island towards him. Bucky stopped shoveling cereal into his mouth to look up and his eyes met yours. You pushed the object towards him once more before withdrawing your hand and taking a seat across from him. 

“For you,” you simply stated with a small, lopsided smile.

His brows furrowed in confusion. It wasn’t his birthday, nor was it a holiday. There was no reason for you to give him a present. Before he could protest, you urged him to open it, explaining that you passed by the stationary store, saw it, and thought it would be perfect for him. Bucky pushed his cereal bowl to the side and picked up the gift. It felt like a hardcover book, but it also felt a little too flimsy to be that. He carefully unwrapped it, his metal hand holding the present steady while the other hand delicately took apart the tape. Once unwrapped, Bucky’s eyes immediately flickered up to meet yours. 

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Imagine accidentally letting it slip that you're in love with Parrish

Originally posted by showandwrite

“It’s just a quick stop,” Kira begs, turning in her seat to pout at you.

It only took one look before you find yourself agreeing. “And then we’re going straight to my house to meet Lydia and Malia,” you say, and Kira nods quickly.

When you reach the station, Kira has her seat belt off before you even stop the car. “Will you come too?” she asks as she’s about to get out, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “Sheriff Stilinksi scares me.”

Smiling, you nod and follow her to inside. As it turns out, Kira had no reason to be scared - the Sheriff had gone out for his lunch break.

“This is for Sheriff Stilinski,” Kira says to Deputy Parrish, handing over a small parcel wrapped in plain brown paper. “Tell him it’s from Kira.”

“Will do,” Deputy Parrish says, and Kira grins thankfully before leading you back outside.

“He’s nice,” Kira remarks as you start up the car and begin to drive home.

You’ve zoned out, concentrating on driving. “Um, yeah. Isn’t he great? I’ve been with him for a while and I love him,” you say absentmindedly, watching the road carefully.

You suddenly realize what you had said and freeze, slowing the car in the middle of the road.

“You love him, huh?” Kira teases.

“What I meant was-”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Kira asks, motioning for you to start driving again.

“Well …”

“Never mind that,” Kira says, waving her hands. “You two are cute together.” Suddenly, a though comes to her, and she laughs giddily. “Wait until Lydia and Malia hear about this!”

FIRST POST OF 2016 EEEEEEEEE

requested by anon :)

anonymous asked:

A parcel came wrapped in plain brown paper. A padded box, carefully packed so that the two vials of translucent, black-tinged fluid within wouldn't be broken in transit. Addressed to Darsa. A note enclosed within, in a heavy, messy hand. "I remembered your research, the other day. I once used this substance to suppress my better nature. Of course, shortly after imbibing one I promptly needed to be able to find my fangs and claws, and couldn't. Perhaps they will be of more use to you." ~Thorn.

Pausing Darsa looked up pondering what the potion would be. His current thoughts hadn’t been to cure the worgen curse, only to understand selfishly why he hadn’t been effected.

Pulling the vial out he pursed his lips a little. “Well, I’ll bite. Gotta be a reason you work as well.”

Walking over to the closet in his lab he opened the doors and pulled out an empty box and labeled it ‘Worgen Form Suppressant’. At worse he could figure out how to make it himself, at best, it could mean some kind of clue to a bigger question.

Looking over at his notebook Darsa let out a small huff. “Still have to test those blood samples… Fucking hell…”

because i’m a dying star and you’re a galaxy all of your own

understand, with confidence // untitled 01 (good man), brand new // jesus christ, brand new // jet black heart, 5 seconds of summer // a love like war, all time low // story of another us, 5 seconds of summer // miserable at best, mayday parade // if you dont know, 5 seconds of summer // stay the night, state champs // yellow, coldplay // tear in my heart, twenty one pilots // disconnected, 5 seconds of summer // summer paradise, simple plan // beside you, marianas trench // a drop in the ocean, ron pope // hey there delilah, plain white t’s // wrapped around your finger, 5 seconds of summer // for him., troye sivan // coffee (f***ing), miquel // good to you, marianas trench // tenerife sea, ed sheeran

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(also on spotify)

☆.。.:*・° Happy Birthday to my best bubba out there, my cuzmuffin, my moon. I hope you enjoy your day and this playlist! I love you  。.:*・°☆

His & Hers

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course!” she replied excitedly behind him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What does he have?” Lucy questioned softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How so?” Natsu inquired.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay. What are we going to eat?”

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

“It’s a surprise.”


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like what?” he questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And Zeref is last,” Natsu concluded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Amazing,” she whispered to herself in awe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not fair, Luce,” he sent her a pout.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is it because of Mavis?” Lucy inquired.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For Halloween, of course,” Natsu grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

“Yeah, me either.”

A Watch To Set Your Heart By

thanks to ineedtokeepyousafe for the beta! There was some talk of needing more Christmas fics in this fandom, so this is that. (Kind of). 


“What’s this?” Kirsten tugs the tiny box out of Cameron’s hand, frowning at him. They’d been watching Linus and Camille in a cup stacking competition for the past fifteen minutes, when he’d suddenly pulled the box out from under the couch. It’s small and square, wrapped in plain brown paper with an intricate red bow stuck on the top. The lines are immaculate, and she strongly suspects he wrapped it himself. Realizing the noise of cups against wood has stopped, Kirsten glances at Camille, and sees that both her and Linus have paused their competition to stare at her.

“We’re going to go on a beer run.” Camille mutters suddenly, gesturing for Linus to move. He gives her a quizzical look, but follows her as she leaves. He turns back to Cameron with a shrug and grabs his jacket off the back of the couch, the pair disappearing out the front door. Kirsten watches it all unfold, feeling a little uneasy.

“That’s your Christmas present, Stretch.” Cameron says, when they’re finally alone. She sighs.

“I can see that. I thought we weren’t getting each other gifts this year. Isn’t that kind of the whole point of secret Santa?” She asks. She turns the box over in her hands, frowning at the weight of it. It’s obviously jewelry.

“We uh, we weren’t. But I saw this in a store and it was too perfect to resist.” He scratches the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable. He seems edgy, and a little nervous. Kirsten stares at him suspiciously.

“You’re not proposing are you?” She jokes. He rolls his eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

Keep reading

theatlantic.com
The Tampon: A History
The cultural, political, and technological roots of a fraught piece of cotton

This might not be relevant to very many fanworks out there, but it was too interesting not to share. Some points of particular interest:

  • “Especially in the United States, the spike in women’s physical activity during World War II made tampons a staple of the American menstrual period. Tampax, available for 35 cents and often delivered by mail, came in discreet, plain paper-wrapped boxes of 10, and it had imitators within a year of its debut.”
  • “…sales of tampons had increased by five times from 1937 to 1943. One survey taken in 1940 and 1944 found approximately one-quarter of women regularly used them.”
  • A 1942 survey found that women in active or “’dubious professions’ of the era like acting, modeling, prostitution…and sports” used DIY tampons.
  • “Dickinson also found that tampon usage was most common among young, educated women; ‘the higher the income bracket the greater being the employment of the tampon,’ he wrote.”
  • Other 1940s brands included Lillettes, Meds, Pursettes, and Kotex tampons called Fibs.

Lunch: Chicken Wrap

Sorry guys my day has just been all over the place today with packing and then having to go into college to print stuff off, but I forgot my USB so I had to go back a second time, then I left it there so I had to go back in a third time and it really ate into my time, but I finally got to sit down, have my wrap, and a cup of tea and chill for a few mins before I’ve to get stuck into studying for the day (yay..)

Wraps are probably one of the best things ever invented as you can pick and choose to make the one you want and like!

Contents: 1 plain tortilla wrap, 55g chicken (sliced), 30g lettuce (shredded), 40g peppers (sliced), 20g red onion (sliced)

Nutritional Information: [PERCENTAGES BASED OFF A 2000KCAL DIET]

  • Calories (kcal): 279 [14%]
  • Fat (g): 3.2 [4.6%]
  • Saturated Fat (g): 1.2 [6%]
  • Carbs (g): 39.7 [17.3%]
  • Sugar (g): 5.1 [5.7%]
  • Fiber (g): 3.5 [14%]
  • Protein (g): 22.6 [50.2%]