sexual tension and love and all is good but olicity needs a lot more to reconcile. what are your thoughts on that?
Oh you’re right, anon.
Felicity told Oliver when she left him that he tended to revert back to his island way of going alone when things got rough. Oliver had been full of guilt and Felicity had been full of pain, and though they’d talked, they hadn’t talked.
They haven’t had catharsis. They need that. We need that.
I need them to fight the fuck out. (I’m going to go One Tree Hill on your ass, so bear with me). It would be like this (in my head):
Oliver would be
And Felicity would take a deep breath and crack a joke and change the topic. For once though, Oliver would persist. Because they need to hash it out. The conundrum they’re in is not healthy for either of them, swinging between a rock and a hard place.
Oliver would push and push and then Felicity would snap. Oh, she’d snap gloriously, laying it all out on the line completely, bare to him
They would hash it all out, completely and yell or whisper or just plain shake each other but they would LAY IT OUT
(I swear i got chills when i saw this scene for the first time)
That was the crux of the matter. Oliver didn’t share with Felicity. Oliver didn’t let her in. And he’s trying. Trying harder.
He tells her that. He tells her.
It’s raw. It’s unrefined. It’s real.
But she isn’t ready for the risk, not again, not so soon. Her heart is bruised and she isn’t ready.
But he can wait. He will wait for eternity if there was even a glimmer of possibility for them because for him, she is it.
And then, after that whole cathartic talk, would they be on the road back to each other. That doesn’t mean they’ll reconcile suddenly. It’s a long road, and it should take its own sweet time when the destination is forever.
But this is how they get on the path.
Because after all,
I don’t care if they take thirty minutes or five. I don’t care if they yell or whisper, scream or murmur. I don’t care if they cry like lovers or joke like friends.
I just need them to talk the fuck out of this conversation.
Warnings: Mild swearing, social anxiety, butt slapping mentions of alcohol, and violence
Request: (Anon) :I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting AU please!
A/N: At first I didn’t think I’d be able to do this one, but I totally fell in love with it and it all game together. I love this one so much. As for the anon, that brought up our faults in our schedules, I’m really sorry. We are really going to try and stick to the schedule this week, unlike last week which was awful. Enjoy!
“Excuse me, excuse me.” you whispered as you tried to navigate the crowd. Your friends had abandoned you and you were left in a terrifying crowd of punks. You were sure that they were all nice once you got to know them, but they were intimidating from the outside, and you could barely speak because you were choked up with fear.
You shifted with the long line to the concert. You popped in your earbuds and tried to calm down and listen to some music. You texted your friends, begging for them to come back or at least take you home.
They were your ride, and as of now, you would have to find a way home. You frowned when you glanced down at your battery. It was already below 50%. You envisioned yourself in the worst possible scenario, getting thrown into the mosh pit, suffocating from beer, smoke, body heat, and of course social anxiety.
At the thought of this, you turned up the music a little louder, trying to drown out your thoughts. It was getting dark and the concert was about to begin. You had no idea what you were going to do. You considered hiding and crying in a restroom for majority of the concert and hope your phone had enough battery to call someone to pick you up.
“Hey, sexy!” you felt a swift slap across your butt.
Your face instantly turned red. Every part of your body turned red hot. Anxiety coursing through your veins. Your heart pounded in your chest. Your stomach dropped.
“Ohmygod!” you turned around to see a man, completely red staring at his hand and back at you. “Ohmygod. I am so sorry. I thought you were-I-I.”
You stared at disbelief at the man. He was short and had curly dark hair, that poofed under his red baseball cap. The cap was torn and frayed on the edges with a bit of sweat around the bill. His freckles were like stars compared to his red tomato face.
“I am so so so so sorry! I thought you were my friend and I-”
“Your girlfriend?” you blurted out.
“What? No. My boy-I mean my best friend. Alex. Alexander Hamilton? He’s about yeah high,” he waved the air just below his neck, “full of angst, anger, long dark hair but smooth. Kinda like mine but straight.”
“What? Excuse me?”
You blushed. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to…” you looked down and tried to avoid his eyes.
“What’s so funny?” he asked in a joking tone.
“Nothing, it’s just… you started out saying boyfriend, then you said he was straight and you said you have curly hair-which I mean you do, it’s beautiful-but then it was like the implied joke that you know you aren’t straight and ohmygod I’ll shut up. I’m sorry.” you were rambling and your words jumbled into one, long, run on sentence.
You expected him to yell or defend himself.
He replied with a grin and laughed. He extended his hand. “I’m John. John Laurens. You can call me, J, J La, Laurens, Johnny, Jonathan, frankly you can call me whatever you like.” he chuckled. You took his hand and shook it tentatively.
“I think I’ll just stick with John…J La.” you laughed.
He smirked. “So forgive me, let’s forget about my friend for one moment. But, you seem like a fish out of water here.”
You laughed and nodded. You and John walking to keep up with the moving line. “Yeah, I came with some friends but they ditched me. Also, they were my ride. So, I’m kind of just stuck here. This night has been pretty awful so far.”
“Well, that’s nothing a few beers, dancing, and good music can’t fix.” he smiled.
“Shouldn’t you find your friend, Alex, or something?”
“Nah, he’s fine. Probably lecturing some poor old punk about classic rock and such. He actually kind of likes heavy metal, but I dragged him here with me.” John pointed to his shirt, pointing at the Aerosmith logo. “I love classic rock. But yeah, he’s probably fine. You wouldn’t mind sticking with me would you? I just..I just don’t want you to get lost or overwhelmed because your friends were such assholes-oh,” John blushed, “sorry, that wasn’t my place.”
You shake your head. “You weren’t wrong.” you sighed. “But, I guess I’ll have to take you up on that offer, considering that I well have no one else except me, myself and I.”
John smirked back at you. “You wouldn’t mind if I held your hand then?” he blushed. “Ya, know…so that we don’t get separated or anything…”
“No, not at all.” you threw your hand into his. A warm feeling washed over your body. It wasn’t anxiety anymore. You couldn’t explain it.
You and John continued to talk, he talked a lot of about Alex, and then asked about you. You let him pull you a few rows behind the mosh pit. You started to scream at each other, because the band was doing soundchecks and the crowd was chanting and cheering.
“So, you work at a pizzeria?” you asked.
“Yeah, I actually own it. Just on a college campus not far from here. Originally, I was just an apprentice at the old place, but the old man moved and gave it to me. She’s my little baby. Kind of like Alex.” he laughed. “I swear we aren’t a thing. He’s just my odd wing-man/best friend.”
“Suuuure.” you laughed.
“New York City!!!” one of the frontman singers screamed into the microphone. His hair was long overgrown and thinning fast with old age. He must have been touring for at least half a decade now and was closer to a hundred. The man who was a classic rock legend of his era, was almost a century. But he still had the sound pipes of an angsty thirty year old.
You and John quickly got pushed into the mosh pit.
“John!” you screamed as you lost his hand in yours.
You found yourself in the middle of screaming, sweating, violent, and drunk psycho fans. One elbowed you in the face telling you to ‘shove it’ along with many non-family friendly words. You winced at the throbbing in your nose. You were slowly pushed into the depths of the pit, around everyone’s stomping feet. Someone stepped on your hand.
“John!” you screamed.
You heard a distant shout at the bottom of the feet. Every time you tried to stand up, you got pushed under like trying to resurface the ocean with a wave crashing over your head. Except, instead of white rimmed waves, cigarette ashes and beer fell over your head.
The next moment was filmed with absolute sailor profanity. A fight broke out around you. More so than before. And in the middle of it was a short, freckled-faced, curly haired man. You watched, with tears running down your face, blood running from your nose, as John took a broad looking guy, covered in tattoos.
John hit him with an uppercut punch, and finalized it with a punch to the gut. Anyone who stepped in his pathway ended up with a broken nose and intense bruises. You watched the anguish on his face, sweat dripping down his temples, cap being pushed around. When everything was too loud and panicking to bear, your vision went black.
Strong arms hooked themselves beneath your arms, secured you and pulled you back. The arms dropped from yours, to under your back and legs.
When you could see again, the lights and blaring of the concert was a haze.
“You’re okay!” John cried.
Another man, equally short squatted over you. His hair was dark and slicked into a messy bun, with a scrappy beard.
“Here, take this.” the nameless man said, placing a cold ice pack to your face. John ran to grab a paper towel and helped stop the nosebleed.
“John.” you cried softly, shaking your head. Your tears turned to laughter. “You are dead. You are going to get your ass kicked. You messed with some pretty scary dudes.” you laughed.
The nameless man grinned and slugged John in the arm. He said, “I’m Alex, by the way.”
You and John burst out laughing. You reached for his hand, struggling to calm the tremors in your body. He reached back for yours and met your eyes with a soft smile. He had a few scratches and bruises on his face. A single tear fell. He wrapped an arm around you and held you tight.
“I’m so glad that you are okay.” he cried. He shook his head and sniffed.
“Awww, you’re like a little baby, with snot running down your face.” Alex laughed at John.
John laughed and tried to ignore him. “You know, if you aren’t too traumatized, we could go back to the concert-” he paused when he saw the look of discomfort in your eyes, “-or I was thinking more sensibly, we could go eat an old diner or grab a drink and dance there with no possible chance of a Lion King stampede.” he joked, in a light manner.
Alex shook his head at him. “Too soon man.”
“It’s fine.” you laughed.
“No! I’m taking about Mufasa! It’ll never be okay! He tried to save his son, and he died!” Alex sobbed.
You cocked your head at John, a sly smile on your face. “Is he okay? Is he joking?”
John shrugged. “No one knows.”
John stood up and helped you up. He pulled you into him, an arm around you, the other hand in yours. “Shall we go get a drink then?” he smiled.
“Yeah! Five tequila shots, on John!” Alex snatched the car keys from John’s pocket and started running towards the parking lot.
“I was thinking more like just the two of us.” John laughed.
Alex stopped and looked at John, awful concerned. “Don’t you think that’s quite rude?” he gestured to you.
“I meant (Y/N) and I.” John frowned.
“Well, you need a third wheel for stability right? Buy me five shots and I’ll hang out by the jukebox. You guys won’t even notice me.”
John laughed and looked to you. You shrugged. “I call shotgun!” John shouted. He let go of you and make a quick jump forward.
“No!” Alex screamed. “I don’t want to drive!” Alex booked it to the parking lot.
“Why’d you do that?” you asked. John hadn’t took off running.
“So that I could do this.”
John yanked you forward and kissed you. He had a sharp intense grip on you and kissed you fiercely. Until he softened and melted into the kiss. His grasp softened to nothing and his hand slipped to your hair. To your chin. He brushed his hands down slowly and gently. John’s lips hurt a little bit against yours because of the bruises, but you kissed him back.
“Guys!” Alex came running back, out of breath. “What is taking you so long-oh, GROUP HUG!”
Before you and John could break apart, Alex threw his arms around the both of you.
“Why does he do this?” you laughed, uncomfortably, pressed up against John.
“To ruin the moment.” John laughed. “But, that’s nothing a swift punch can’t fix.” John broke from you, just a moment, to clock Alex in the shoulder, enough to stagger him but not to hurt him. John grabbed you and again and kissed you.
“I like this.” you said in between a kiss.
“I like this too.” John smiled. “I like you more.”
Time slipped by in John’s arms. Your head throbbed with an enormous headache, but it turned to a dull ache when you kissed John. You both ignored Alex’s protests as you kissed more intensely than before. The kiss was filled you with everything and simultaneously nothing.
A/N: This short piece is inspired by a true to life story! Happened just last night, hence the state of my brain as seen in my last two posts. Details at the end!
You’ve heard the stories. You know all about Dean Winchester and what he’s done. In your mind he was a legend. A god, even. Only he and his brother could say they saved the world more than once and mean it literally.
So seeing him come up to your modest little food truck was a huge surprise. One for the books. Dressed in a cheap but effective suit, he spoke into his phone that he held against his ear. “I’m right across the street from you,” he said, “just grabbin’ food. You hungry for something? Alright. Food and then morgue.”
A/n: Probably gonna do a part 2 if you guys want one because I feel like I could keep going with this. Warnings: some swearing, a little angst. Words: 2155
You had known James Potter since you were three years old. You lived in the house next to his and you two had grown up together. After being best friends with someone for 13 years obviously you get attached, and it’s natural to be protective of them. That’s how you were justifying you’re feelings at this point, but it wasn’t working out too well. It wasn’t painfully obvious that you felt more then friendship towards James, everyone knew you two were close so no one suspected a thing. Especially not James, he was too head over heels for Lily Evans. Lately he hasn’t played you a lick of attention, he was too busy trying to catch hers. It’s not that you didn’t like Lily in fact you two were very close friends, you just envied her. You envied how easily she captured his attention and had him wrapped around her finger with a few simple words. It was just so frus-”Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Your other best friend Victoria was frantically waving her hands in front of your face standing in front of where you were previously spaced out sitting at a library table. “Yes” you replied in a monotone voice, still in a daze from your little disconnection from reality and a little thrown off by your thought path. “What are you doing I’ve been looking for you forever!” she shrieked. “Why what’s wrong?” I asked. “No. You’ve just been missing for hours and everyone was getting worried. It’s almost curfew and no one had seen you since last class. Did you skip dinner? Have you been here the whole time? I swear I checked here at least five times.” She bombarded you with a tsunami of words. “Wait is it really that late I didn’t even realize” I said as I rushed to pack up all my books and parchment. Had I really been zoned out for that long? “Well hurry up I don’t wanna be caught out past curfew I already have detention for what feels like the rest of my life” she overdramatized. “Okay, okay I’m going as fast as I can” I said as we made our way through the halls back to the commun room.
When we entered I felt nauseas at the sight of Lily and James basically snogging each others faces off on one of the sofas. Victoria saw you quickly look away and whispered in your ear “Just ignore them.” Linking your arms together and ushering you to your dorm. Your other roommates were all sitting around in the room doing their own little things. “Finally you found her!” exclaimed Abbey. “Wait honey what’s wrong?” asked Cara as she looked up form her book seeing your solem expression. “Ah it’s not because of that Potter boy again is it? You just need to get over him,” stated Abbey matter offactly. You didn’t even respond, instead just flopping down on your bed. “Look Y/n it’s gonna get better you’ll get over him,” said Victoria sitting down next to you. “How am I supposed to get over my best friend, I’ve known him for so long?” I asked “Well first you’ll realize that he’s a bloody bloke if he decided to choose her over you. Then you’ll find a new boy and you won’t even give Potter a single thought.” Abbey said as if she just solved a difficult math question. “It’s not that easy Abbey” victoria chastised her. “No she might be somewhat right. What if you found another boy to get over James, like a rebound?” Cara offered. “Is it really a rebound if we were never together?” I asked still replaying the scene from the common room over in my head. How happy they looked together. “It’s the principal that counts” Cara said. “Yeah that’s a great idea! It doesn’t have to mean anything. You can find a boy Saturday at the party after the quidditch game’” Abbey was way too fond of this plan. “I don’t know guys, I don’t even think i’ll go to the quidditch game” I said sitting up. “Now that’s just ridiculous of course you’re going to the qudiditch game and for once I actually agree with Abbey.” Victoria said “Well thanks for letting me know how you really feel about me,” Abbey mocked hurt.
It was Saturday night and the Hufflepuff team were down by so many points that they couldn’t even win if they caught the Golden Snitch. Of course it was James who was scoring all the points as he was ‘the best chaser in Hogwarts history’ as he liked to refer to himself. There he goes scoring yet again as the seekers continued to chase the golden snitch around the pitch. It wasn’t long before Gryffindor caught the golden snitch and the crowd went absolutely ballistic. James being the cocky bastard he was did a victory lap around the stands winking at me as he flew by. Everyone started making their way off the stands and towards the players to congratulate them. It seemed like Lily was the first one down, throwing herself into his arms like you used to when he still paid his “best friend” a care in the world. Using that term loosely now considering he hasn’t given me more then a handful of acknowledgments since him and Lily stated their little love affair.
Meanwhile I was still sitting on the bleachers next to Remus, the rest of our friend had been lost in the crowd. “So I assume you’re going to the party?” he inquired. “I don’t really know yet I’m not in a party mood tonight,” I replied in a slight daze, James and Lilys display having thrown me off. “That’s exactly how I feel but Sirius would have my head if I don’t attend the ‘most legendary party ever’ as he’s been calling it” he said. We both laughed lightly because only Sirius could make such a big deal of one of the hundreds of partys thrown every year. “Well I suppose if you’re going it wouldn’t hurt to give you some company” I said with a slight smile somewhat distracted from my previously gloomy thoughts.
We walked together, in no rush, back to the Gryffindor common room. By the time we got there the party was already in full swing and it seemed that Sirius was already wasted as he stumbled up to the two of you “What a surprise my two favorite people,” we said while balancing his entire body weight on Remus, leaning against him with an arm swung over his shoulder. “Where’ve you two been? James was asking ‘bout ya” he slurred his word together at the end making his words barley eligible. “Why was he looking for me?” remus asked confused. “Not you Moony the pretty one” Sirius said grabbing a lock of your hair twirling it around his finger and winking at you before he went prancing off sloppily to some other people. “We should probably try to slow his drinking,” you said. “There’s no point trying, you take a cup of fire whiskey out of his hands and the second you turn around he’s got two more.” He joked even though we both knew it was true. Shouldn’t you go talk to James anyway, find out what he wanted?” He more so pointed out then actually asking. Just then as you looked across the room you spotted him a cup of alcohol in is hand and Lily perched on his lap. Averting your gaze “I think I’ll enjoy your company much more.” you said and he gave you a goofy grin.
As the night went on you and Remus had found a couch that wasn’t occupied by drunk couples trying to get it on. You were slightly intoxicated, that’s putting it lightly. Your friends kept popping up to have a quick chat and handing you different concoctions every couple minutes. Remus on the other hand was sober as could be, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying the beautiful giggling girl hanging off his arm and practically sitting in his lap going off about how her little brother once brought a niffler home and tried to keep it as a pet. His cheeks blazing at the extremely close proximity. You hadn’t even noticed how close you were to him, not really being aware of anything all your senses were slowed and your brain was fuzzy just saying anything that came to mind. “We should go for a walk” you said giggling again even though you hadn’t said anything funny “It’s getting really stuffy in here I need some air” Grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the exit before receiving a reply. You two were in the hallway in no time, you prancing around and Remus trying to keep up. “It’s still so hot out here,” you exclaimed cursing your clothes. You ripped your sweater off and threw it away, Remus scrambling to pick it up while you keep gallivanting away. “Woah Y/n maybe you should slow down” You stopped abruptly and turned on your heels grinning wildly as he skidded to a stop right in front of you. Your breath fanning across his chest before you looked up to his eyes “Thank you Rem, you’re a real great guy” looping your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with the little wisps of hair at his nape. “Why are you thanking me I haven’t done anything” he stuttered out, trying desperately to not stare at your chest that was pressed against his “Oh but you’ve done so much for me” you said barley above a whisper but it was loud and clear to him. His heart racing a mile a minute as you leant closerand closer until your lips met.
You tasted of fire whiskey and sweetness. He placed his hands on your hips as you kept tugging on his hair. Neither of you hearing the loud steps comig your way. Your reaction was slow when Remus was so quiqly pulled away from you and pushed against the wall by a fuming James Potter. “What do you think you’re doing mate.” He yelled at Remus. “Woah Prongs calm down” Remus tried to defuse the situation but if anything he just made James more livid. You still drunk off your ass decided it would be a good idea to jump on his back to try and stop him “Rem run i’ll hold him off,” you said in a panicy tone “and see ya tomorrow save me a muffin at breakfast” you giggiled totally forgetting how paniced you were a moment ago. Remus jogged off down the hallway you still on James’ back.
“What the bloody hell do you think you were doing with Remus of all people” James pried you off his back so he could face you “What’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned giggling because of James furrowed eyebrows. “You two were just snogging in the hallway, you can’t just going around doing that Y/n” he elaborated still so very angry. “Why not you and Lily do it all the time? Why am I nto allowed to do it” you started getting upset, all the suppressed emotions rising up in a fury. James soffened as soon as he saw you getting upset “look Y/n I’m-” he tried apologising but you interrupted him “No James tell me why can’t I be happy? You think you can just leave me and i’ll stop everything I’m doing until you come back? No James I’m done. I am so over always being second to that Lily Evans.” You were now yelling hysterically, tears streaming down your face, completely inconsolable. James was shocked into silence not knowing how to respond to your outburst. “Why not me? Why wasn’t I good enough? I loved you so damn much and you picked her. You chased after her all these years while I was here the whole time. Then as soon as she acknowledges your existence I’m completely throw aside, I get replaced by some stuck up red head who ignored you for years!” It was all coming out now, your body racked with sobs. James pulled you into to his chest ignoring your attemps to push him away just holding you close whispering “I’m so sorry” and “I didn’t know” over and over like a broken record. “Do you know how much it hurts? I loved you. I love you, and you don’t even care about me, all you care about is her.”
That’s how the remaider of your night went. Not really coming to a resolution, just letting it all out as James held you, and when you finally fell asleep he carried you back to your dorm placing you in bed. This was a conversation for tomorrow, when you were sober, right now you just needed to sleep. To live in your dreams and shut out reality.
I swear my boyfriend is getting on my last nerve. We only have one month together and i wake up this morning to see a text from him telling me that we should change our status on facebook back to single because he may have troubles with employers if they know he’s in a relationship. WTF !!! If he wants to break up with me fucking tell me ! Don’t use some lame excuse that makes me think “really ? you can’t find a better argument ?” Either way i’m really questioning the relationship right now. Plus he’s the one that told me to make it “facebook official” because i don’t even care that much about facebook. What do you guys think ?
You were an actress, you started acting at only 10 years old and when you were 14 you got your first resident role, on Supernatural. It was a dream come true, mainly because you got a real role, one you were really proud of. And because you gained a new family. The other actors, the crew and even the fans. They loved your character the moment you walked into the scene and owned it the badass teen hunter you were.
The person you became the closest to, however, was Jared Padalecki. He was like your second father. Dad jokes included and he insisted on embarrassing you at conventions, or even just in front of the rest of the cast.
Our cover is the Loke arc which is nice, but I have a small problem. This arc is where a lot of Lucy x Loke began and it has never really been addressed aside from a few jokes. And this is really funny as we have just had a color spread all about love and ships and yep this early ship that has been pretty open about the attraction, just got shafted. I don’t know about you but I see some pissed off LoLu fans.
We open on Magniolia where all of Fairy Tail is converging after the fairy heart was absorbed. They all mourn Makarov forr a little and realize only team Natsu is out and about doing stuff.
Okay, I really like this moment. Like really like it. This is a scene that belongs in a war arc. All these people coming together and realize they haven’t all come back. I really like this moment of humanity. My only issue is most of these character have done nothing aside Gildarts. So it feels less as they didn’t actually contribute to the war and just stood there to make up numbers. But I can over look a bit of it as the instance of the guild being a guild is nice.
Cutting to Gray and Lucy who are also recovering fro the fairy heart blast.
Okay so people have noticed for the last weeks I’ve bitched saying “Lucy needs to do something” and in a way, I am glad she’s doing something right now but I’m also seeing this like, no. You shouldn’t know how to handle this ancient magic let alone mess with it. That seems way too convenient. Like people have said “Lucy is flawless” and that’s not true she somes have levels of flaws and that’s what makes her one of the better characters but she also juggles this odd I can do everything trait. That’s what I feel most have a problem with. If Erza can do anything in combat then Lucy can do anything non combat related.
Like this seems like something that would make more sense if Levy handled or even Anna. Yes, Anna. That I could at least buy she understands how to deal with an ancient magic. But with Lucy it seems like this is way out of her specialty but, she’ll do it anyway.
We cut back to the guild with Natsu vs White Zeref’
And i’m not kidding literally, 5 pages are devoted to Natsu just putting his all into one attack. On the one hand I think that’s a good way of building up the fact that white Zeref survived it by focusing on just how powerful this attack is. At the same time, NOTHING’S HAPPENING!
So Zeref shows off how he’s uber god mode by explaining all of time and space it under his control. Essentially Zeref became one with star memory.
So Zeref just walks up to Natsu and…
Kills him… yeah
Oh no. Natsu is dead. This I am sure of.
Oh bullshit trying to make me care about this you literally have 3 ways to undo this, reset time, END revives him, or the time lapse will allow some other time possession thing. Like he’s the MAIN character of fairy tail. I can’t feel for this moment because litterally not only has this arc proven that death is pointless but also this series has thought me no main character dies at all. Like this drama doesn’t affect me.
Also I have some problems with Zeref’s new personality. All this contradiction seems to be gone because he wants to reset every thing. Which in a way is fine you could argue he justifies all this by, all this bad stuff I do will be rectified in this new world. But my problem is he seems like he’s a different character all together and unless you’re Sensui from Yu Yu Hakusho, that doesn’t go over well.
Post Chapter follow up: NOTHING! Literally Nothing happens in this chapter. I swear this moved us maybe a centimeter closer to the ending but everything just amounted to pointless this chapter.
Okay pros, that scene is good. I really want to stress that in a war arc moments of just characters together and being human is really effective. The scene of Natsu just giving every thing in one attack that lasts all those pages wouldn’t be bad in and of itself. I think it could’ve worked better in a chapter that had more happening because this moment would be great for build up and atmosphere . But since nothing happens in this chapter it feels like padding.
On the cons, Lucy the perfect solution. I said I want Lucy to do something but here’s the thing, anyone can do something but it matters if the thing their doing is relevant to their character. Like for example Gray could say “I can’t dispel this fire enchantment” which would be doing something but why Gray? He has no background in fire magic or dispel so it seems like you gave him the power to do this because plot.
So Lucy doing this is some what nice, she’s contributing, but also she really should have no idea how to deal with this super ancient magic. If it were Anna, Levy, even Mavis this would make sense but Lucy it just is like, cool you can do that.
Another con is Natsu’s death ultimately doesn’t matter. We know he’ll be fine both main character shields and Zeref has the power to undo it. Like there’s no fear. Only fear is with this undo and the constant reference of Makarov being dead leads e to think they’ll all be okay and revived. It just seems really pointless.
Final Verdict: 4/10
While not “bad” nothing good happens so it can’t go either way
You woke up with an extremely bad headache. You tried to rub it but found your hands tied together. You smelled blood near your forehead. Memories flooded back causing you to wince in pain. You looked around, searching for a way out. It was a dark room with boxes everywhere. You saw a air vent nearby and wondered if you fit.
Before you could even try, the door slammed open and Jason Blossom walked in. Thats right. Jason Blossom, brother of Cheryl Blossom, who was found DEAD.
“Well, well, well. Look at the kitten who got lost.” He forcefully grasped your chin and made you face him. “How’s dear, old Reginald? Did he celebrate after taking MY place as quarterback?”
Before you could question him, he answered your unspoken question.
“I was found dead. But what can you say? Revival is only temporary.” He winced.
Something was wrong with him. Was he… dying?
“I came back to our own little town. For a while. I was expecting this huge search party or even a welcome back. But instead, what did i find? My dear, old pal, Reginald Mantle, taking my place as quarterback. No one seemed to care. Well looks like its time to take revenge doesn’t it?” He turned to me. “What would happen if I took Riverdale’s dearest [Y/N]? Or maybe.. What would happen if i corrupted our dear friend Reginald?”
By now you were confused and worried for Reggie. Before you could say anything about it, he took your tied hands and dragged you to a glass room. He untied your hands and attached them to chains. He shut the door and locked it with a highly secured lock. He draped the small room with curtains and plunged you into darkness. Suddenly, you heard a low whistling sound like air escaping. You realized that it was some sort of toxic gas but it was too late.
Reggie sat in one of the booths at Pop’s. He was thinking of a way to make it up to you. He messed up real bad this time. Frustrated, he kicked the table causing the whole diner to turn to him. You weren’t answering any of his texts or calls and Veronica blocked him and avoided him at school. Reggie hasn’t seen you for days and Veronica’s been busy figuring out her problem with her father.
Veronica, on the other hand, has been worried sick trying to find you. You’ve been gone for 3 days with no contact whatsoever. All she got was a box of cupcakes saying that you were going for a trip with your parents. The cupcakes were delicious but the note? It didn’t look like your handwriting. You usually doodled stars or flowers whenever you left a note for Veronica.
Although it seemed suspicious, Veronica decided that if you were on a trip with your parents, you probably went off the grid to forget about Reggie. God knows how many posts Cheryl has about Reggie on instagram.
When you woke up, the curtains were gone and there was someone next to you. Your vision was still blurry since you were still drugged. When your vision finally stabilized, you realized that there were 2 people in the room. Jason was holding a gun pointed in your direction. You looked to your right to find someone next to you, tied up in chains aswell. You couldn’t see her very well since she was facing the other way. The woman had bright red hair and a bloody shirt. While you were squinting your eyes due to the bright light, she turned to the left to reveal that she was… No way. Not possible.
Your awareness kicked in when Jason opened the cell door and dragged Cheryl out, kicking and screaming. You tried grabbing her foot to pull her back, afraid of what might happen to her, but instead, Jason tried shooting your shoulder, but missed, and instead shot Cheryl’s thigh. Cheryl screamed in pain while you looked horrifically at Jason’s face. He was unmoved and all expression on Jason’s face was apathy. He couldn’t care less about what he did to his sister. By then you realized, the old Jason Blossom died a long time ago.
Cheryl was dragged into another room while you tried to get out. You were kicking the door angrily, trying to get your friend back. You and Cheryl never got along, but even after everything she did, she didn’t deserve to get shot. You kicked the door, one more time, with all the strength you had left. The door creaked open and you ran to get outside. You thought that you caused the door to open. But instead, Jason walked in with a gun in his hand. Before you could scream, he knocked you out using the barrel of the gun.
Your last thoughts before you passed out were that Reggie would be too smart to fall for this trap. At least if you die, Reggie could live a happy life. You made sure that Jason would know how much you hate him for this. You mutter your last words…
I know this chapter is really short but i wanted to leave it as a cliffhanger.. >:) Good luck waiting for the next chapter! If you haven’t noticed, i haven’t used any swear words except “screw” which isn’t really one. I know some of my readers are pretty young, so i respect it if they prefer not to read any swear words :)
Summary: High school is full of people with hopes and dreams as tall as the sky. Eight years later, you’ve lost some of that. But with Lin back in your life, things are going to change again.
A/N: I am terrible at summaries. Welcome to the fic that I am super proud of that is definitely going to get incredibly angsty and fluffy so get ready. Also it’s like the longest thing I’ve ever written (!!)
Word Count: 5,062 (whoa)
Warnings:Swearing (I think that’s it?)
Some people figure out what they want to do with the rest of
their lives when they’re in high school. Some would call them the lucky ones,
but those who take that step wouldn’t say the same. If anything, they have even
more pressure to be great.
You had always been involved with theatre, but during your
sophomore year you went to go see a show on Broadway that changed your life. It
was a production of Phantom of the Opera and sure, it was mainstream, but as
you watched that chandelier rise, you knew that was what you wanted to do
You became committed to the theater program at your high
school. You knew the ins and outs of every production. You weren’t a singer, so
you decided to become a stage manager and it was clear to everyone in the room
that you were the real deal.
During your senior year, you knew you had the position
locked down. It was just a question of what the show would be. Your school had
a tradition of hearing the announcement together after school. On that day, you
and your friends waited with baited breath for the video to begin to play.
Okay so I'm in the bath and would love some of your incredible words to fill this writing prompt: Eggsy as the cute as pie Lush worker and Harry as the put-upon gentleman looking for a gift for someone (I guess someone he doesn't know very well) or following a mark into Lush (I don't know, he's just there!) and eggsy is forced to greet him as per lush law. Cue dates and baths together forever, all the fluffy feels xoxoxoxo
To be entirely honest Nonny, my first reaction to this was “hell nah” not because the prompt isn’t amazing (as is the next one you sent) but, unpopular opinion time, I personally cannot stand Lush. I mean I like the concept just fine, workers are usually friendly, but to me it all smells the same and when I go into a shop with my earbuds on, it usually means that nope, I do not want a demo done on me. Let’s just say my antisocial ass when shopping has had one too many bad experience with salesclerk who couldn’t understand my simple “I am looking for now, I’ll ask as soon as I need help”. Like I get you want to show me your cool products, but can I get an idea of which one I want to know more about before you bombard me with them? … Anyway rant over, sorry about that Nonny.
But soon after I saw the #agegapapril post from @deepdarkwaters and well, this seemed like the perfect opportunity to write a little something and make a Nonny happy :D
Also, I’ll probably use the bingo cards as inspiration for little snippets in this Lush verse, so stay tune Nonny, you’re getting a several stories this month :D They won’t be long though because I gotta focus on the bang, but I do hope you like them!
Day One - Velvet
The posh gentleman that just stepped into the shop looks as if he’s inadvertently walked into a warzone and Eggsy cannot really blame him.
Even after a few months of working at Lush, he sometimes internally cringes at his own coworkers. Not that he’s really any better, after all, an enthusiastic greeting is one of Lush Law, but there is something to say about being able to read your customers’ body language.
For example, now that the posh gentleman has declined his offer to help with a look that is very reminiscent of a deer caught in headlights, he needs to back off or the man will bolt out of the shop at the first occasion. The poor bloke is clearly overwhelmed and doesn’t seem the sort to like being reminded that he is out of his depth.
So instead of badgering him, Eggsy leaves him to peruse the shelves at his own pace and goes to help a group of giggly teenagers. He keeps an eye on the gentleman through all the awkward flirting though and as soon as the girls are out of the shop with more bathbombs than they really need, he goes to arrange something or another on a shelf close to him him.
His wait is rewarded when the man finally turns from the products he had been staring at for the last five minutes and politely clears his throat to get his attention.
“I am sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you had a few minutes to help me out.” He’s smiling all sheepishly now, as if ashamed to have refused his help at first and Eggsy finds himself answering his smile with something more genuine than the ones he gave the girls a few minutes ago.
It’s either that or he’s afraid he’ll make an embarrassing noise over how cute the man looks now that his dimples are showing. And really the man must have a good twenty years on him. Eggsy doesn’t mind one bit, but the gentleman might take offense to being cooed over.
“Sure, I’d be happy to. Have you find anything you’re interested in?” He might have been standing in front of the massage bars, but Eggsy doesn’t want to assume anything.
Maybe he should have though, because the gentleman waves vaguely at the massage bars as he replies and he tries very hard not to imagine how those hands would feel on his skin.
“They all seem great, but my partner’s skin is quite sensitive and I trying to determine if ‘velvety oil’ or ‘luscious melted butter’ will cause a reaction or not.”
Eggsy ignores the pang of disappointment at hearing about the man having a partner, but really handsome as he is, it’s not really surprising. Anyway, it’s not like he was thinking of giving him his number or something. The last thing he wants is to be written up for inappropriate behaviour, which shockingly enough, can happen fairly easily.
“Well, none of those should cause a reaction, except if they’re allergic to any of the ingredients. I got a friend who breaks into rashes at the littlest thing, but she swears by those.”
“He’s not allergic to anything, no… Which one would you recommend?”
Usually, that would be the time he would ask about what kind of scent he and his partner might like, but for once he’s got a pretty good idea of what they might enjoy. Maybe it’s stereotyping since he imagines his partner to be equally as posh as him, but he doubts they’d be a fan of the strawberry one anyway.
“Shades of Earl Grey,” he says as he takes one to offer the man. “I’d also recommend buying a tin for it, so you can keep it somewhere handy without fearing it will melt on anything. Oh and I know there’s no risk of a heatwave in the middle of winter, but the stuff does melt at body temperature, so I’d keep it in the fridge during the summer when you don’t plan on using it.”
The man has sniffed the bar tentatively during his little speech and Eggsy gets a little thrill when he nods in clear approval of his suggestion.
“I’ll take this one then. And a tin.”
He’d offer to give a little demonstration of the product on his hand at least, but the suit he wears seems to have cost more than what he’s earned since he’s got the job and he’d hate to stain it by accident. He also might have the slightest fear he’ll make some inappropriate sounds if he was to actually touch the man and he’d really like to keep his job, thank you very much.
That and the man is already moving toward the cash, obviously not wanting to spend a minute more here now that he’s got what he wanted.
He makes short work of ringing his order up and giving him his bag, but the ‘have a nice evening’ dies before it can even form on his lips when the man takes his hand between his for a gentle shake.
“Thank you for all your help…” It takes him a moment to realise that the man is waiting for his name, but anyone would be thrown off at having their hand suddenly held by someone they’re trying very hard not to fantasize about.
“Eggsy.” It’s a bit choked off, but the man doesn’t mention it, nor does he say anything about how unusual a name it is.
“Thank you again Eggsy. I’m Harry,” he gives a little press on his hand before letting go and Eggsy has to bite back a disappointed groan. “If we like this,” he gives a little shake of his bag, “I’ll probably be back to look at more.”
“I’m usually there all week except on tuesdays.” As soon as the words leaves his mouth, he has to fight the impulse to bash his head against the counter, because really Harry already told him he’s got a partner, there is no point in flirting.
But Harry seems genuinely pleased by that tidbit of information and seriously dimples should be made illegal.
“I’ll keep that in mind. Good evening.”
He’s pretty sure he’s imagining the reluctance in how Harry turns away to leave, or projecting his own wish for him to stay longer on him, but there’s no imagining how Harry looks through the window once he’s outside and meets his gaze one last time before starting to walk away.
CAMP NANOWRIMO STARTS TOMORROW!!!!!!!! Here are some really quick last minute tips:
The quickest and easiest way to fail NaNoWriMo is to get behind on day one and IMMEDIATELY PANIC. Take your time, take some breaths and remember that word count isn’t really the most important thing anyway
LOOK AFTER YOURSELF
Eat food. Take naps. Stay hydrated. Winning Nano is pretty cool but being a healthy, functioning human being is cooler. Your word count is never more important than your health.
UTILISE THE FORUMS
The Nano forums are my favourite place for inspiration and motivation and I swear they’re the only reason I get any writing done ever. They’re also really fun!
WRITE WHEN YOU CAN
Got ten minutes free before school? WRITE! Kids fall asleep for an hour? WRITE! Lunch break? WRITE!!!!!!!! Every word counts.
I highly recommend using Google drive or something similar so you can access your document on different devices wherever you go.
DON’T COMPARE YOURSELF TO OTHERS
There’s always someone who writes a hundred thousand words in twenty days, and that’s amazing. The thing is that they can’t write YOUR book. Only you can do that, and it doesn’t matter how long it takes
WATCH HARRY POTTER
This isn’t a Nano specific tip but I’m watching the Philosopher’s stone right now to take my mind off of exams and it’s honestly so relaxing and magical. They’re just perfect for when you need to let yourself relax for a few hours so I thought I’d put it in here
Most importantly, REMEMBER WHY YOU’RE DOING THIS
You decided to go on this crazy adventure because, presumably, you love to write. You’ve had this story in your head and you’re desperate to get it onto paper. You love your characters so much that you really just wanted to spend a whole month with them. You want to prove that you can write a freaking novel, even though that one English teacher told you that you couldn’t. Whatever your reason is, keep it in mind and you can’t go too far wrong
With that in mind, GO FORTH AND WRITE! I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!!!!!!!
fun facts: theo basically acts like she’s high when she’s really tired like literally last night we got to the hotel the entire class was staying at and she did exactly one half of a push-up and claimed she could slap a whale and it would explode
also, she really wanted exactly 1/12 of a pancake for some reason
this bab I swear