‘Don’t you think this is a bit much?’ you groaned.
‘I think it fits the crime.’ Peter, or Pan as the Lost Boys called him, said calmly as he continued to carve a random piece of wood.
‘It was hardly a crime.’ you scoffed.
‘You kicked me.’
‘You kidnapped me. What was my reaction supposed to be? Lay on my back and spread my legs for a Disney character?’ she replied.
‘You. Kicked. Me.’ Pan repeated.
‘You. Tied. Me. To. A. Fucking. Tree.’ you said, mimicking him.
‘I don’t think you understand, I am Peter Pan and I never fail. What kind of message would it give my boys if I let you get away with that?’ he said.
‘What kind of message does it send a girl you want to marry?’ you fired back.
‘That she should know her place and not challenge her her soon to be husband.’
‘Know my pla- are you serious?’ you said angrily, if you hadn’t been tied to a damn tree you would kicking this this dude’s ass.
‘I’m very serious, you see even though time means nothing in Never Land, I rather not spend most of it dealing with defiance.’
‘Defiance? God do you even hear yourself? What you’re describing to me is not marriage its slavery.’ you glared.
‘I like the sound of that.’ he smirked darkly.
‘OK, you might as well just kill me.’ you said confidently.
‘Excuse me?’ he said in confusion.
‘With those ears I know you heard me, I said kill me now. I would honestly choose death over being stuck with someone like you.’ you said.
‘Someone like me?’ he questioned.
‘Yeah, someone like you. A crazy, power hungry, misogynistic, god complex having, sexually frustrated asshole like you.’ you spat.
‘You can’t talk to me that way.’ he said as he stood up and got in your face.
‘Oooh, big man is gonna hit a girl who is too tied to a tree to defend herself. So very fucking manly. I will talk to you any way I want, because I don’t care if this is your island. I don’t care if the only thing keeping me alive right now is you, I will sooner die than be yours to control.’ you said looking him in the eye.
‘You don’t know who you are dealing with, girl.’ he snarled before walking away.
You smiled as you watched him leave, once you were sure he was gone you reached around the tree and felt a sharp piece of bark. You moved yourself up and down until you felt the rope snap.
‘Just because I’d rather die than be with him doesn’t mean I wont try and live without him.’ you whispered before running into the woods.
[TRANS; FANACCOUNT] “Jeon Jeongguk, I really like you (I’m a guy)”
Hello everyone, I am just a simple 21-year-old guy. I’m not sure when I started liking BTS’ Jeon Jeongguk. When I first saw him, I thought he looked subtle and handsome but he’s actually very manly. Ah no, I’m not gay. I also don’t know why I’m like this. He’s younger than me… And (honestly) I didn’t use to care about these idols but now I’m a fanboy… How do I say this. He is just so cute and very manly at the same time. I have no idea what kind of feeling is this. I just really like him. What do I do? Because I’m not really gay… Or (maybe) I am becoming one? I’m really getting confused right now about this situation. I’m not kidding everyone, I am serious. (Because looking at him) makes my heart burst.
(T/N: This post is from a fanboy in NAVER.)
chinese trans. by -某霏-
english trans. by maeli (@sugaxing)
If you are taking requests, could you possibly write what happens after the movie like your prequel: Light Blue Sky, Bright Pink Flower. It could be a smut to show how much closer they have gotten after their adventure together and after confessing they love each other. Please and thank you.
Here you are my dear anon! :) I hope you’ll like this little fic (Fluff/Smut/Surprise at the end).
When I read “It could be a smut.” my mind just elaborated “Do a Smut in that fic!”, so here you go. OwO Enjoy a little piece of my madness.
warm and bright evening was completely silent, just like the tired
but satisfied Trolls, asleep in their colorful pods and under soft
and fluffy blankets made of leaves and hair. Man, what a long day
they had: after their return to the Troll Tree, that was right in the
middle of the new and finally happy Bergen Town, the little singing
and dancing creatures had a lot of work to do: building and making
new pods, fixing the Tree’s broken roots and branches, secure the
wild area, pulling weeds, moving things and supplies from their old
home… yeah, that was exhausting and boring, but necessary.
Poppy, the happiest, the most loved and the most positive of all of
the Rainbow Trolls, was now the new and beloved Queen, so she had a
lot of responsabilities and duties to perform. Of course, her father
helped her with his long experience and wisdom, but still… The girl
was in fact still awake, with big dark circles around her magenta
eyes, and was talking to herself, resuming the day’s activities
quickly and with attention: “Ok, so… It’s been a week, a
looooooong week, and I must say we fixed and did a lot of
work, that’s very good. The roots are ready, green and healty, as the
crown of the Tree, full of leaves and flowers. But we need more pods
because the population is increasing and the kids are growing, soon
they will need their own little homes! Also, the Tree’s bark is far
too friable and full of dangerous splinters, and we must create a
talking to yourself, Pops? Work and organization sucks, right? You
look dead tired right now!” a familiar and gentle male voice called
her from not so far, with an ironic but worried tone and crossed,
strong blue-green arms. “You’re tiring yourself too much, you
should go to sleep. You are working so hard these days, and for the
first time of your life! No parties, no jumping in the fields, no
smelling flowers or hugging randomly… you must be lost right now,
am I right…”.
Branch, it’s just you. Are you still up too, uh?” the royal female
laughed sincerely and greeted her new and now happy boyfriend,
standing up, quickly approaching him and resting her heavy and
throbbing head on his right and strong shoulder, sighing and huffing
out her great frustration. “You are right. I know I should get some
rest, you’re totally right, but everyone’s counting on me and I don’t
wanna let them down. Remember, we are in a big, big hurry. The cold
season is coming, you know that, we can’t risk our subjects’ life
like this. We’ll freeze!”.
know that indeed, that’s the worst time of the damn year and it’s
hard to survive without enough supplies, but our work’s half done and
the cold season will come the next month. We’ll be ready in a week or
two, I promise.” Branch hugged her tightly, trying to comfort and
calm her, caressing her slim and elegant back. “And I’ll be there
to help you if you’ll need me, always. What you’re doing right now,
tormenting youself and worrying too much, won’t help at all. Come on,
let’s head inside, there are plenty of warm blankets and pillows, a
good rest and everything’ll seem alright.”.
guess you’re right as always, you smart, ex-survivalist. Your help is
invaluable, without your guide and precious advices I don’t know what
I would do.” Poppy nuzzled his neck and kissed his left and
slightly glittery cheek, closing her bright eyes and smelling him,
finally peaceful and quiet in his arms. “You’ll make a great King
one day, you care so much about me and our people, and everybody
loves and respects you.” she added with a bold smirk, giggling and
punching his back. “King Branch, sounds pretty good right? The bad
thing is that you’ll have to wear a beautiful flower crown, eheh! I’m
aware you hate them, I’m so sorry.”.
colorful survivalist gulped and blushed visibly, rubbing his nape and
looking away, embarassed and shy as always. “D-do you really think
so? I’ll be good enough for the Trolls? For you? Do you really want
me, will you really choose the dull, always prepared and
strange me? I… just don’t know if I deserve that…”.
you won’t be good enough, Branch.” the pink girl slowly shook her
head, looking strangely strict, serious and severe, looking at him
into his light blue eyes, now full of surprise and esitation. “You’ll
be perfect for us all. I chose you, and maybe that was the
best decision of my whole life. And I’d choose you, always.” she
smiled widely then, amused by his unsure reactions, grabbing his
strong but pudgy waist and, on her tiptoes, she pressed her perfumed
lips on his, in a kind but passionate and needed kiss.
groaned and smiled during that welcomed act of affection, his heart
full of joy and pride hearing those beautiful words, and used his
free and big hands to grab her fluffy hair and gently pull it,
knowing how much she would like it. As planned, he heard a tiny but
excited squeal and felt her body against his, hot and tempting.
they pulled away, Poppy grinned and licked her wet and now flushed
mouth, fixing a lock of hair and putting it behind her round ear. “I
see what you did there, are you trying to make me relax in that
way? What a naughty and smug Troll you are, Branch.” the Queen
asked, lifting an eyebrow and snickering, a hand on her hip. “But I
am too, so… will you join me in my bedroom?”.
was not like they’ve never done it before or that it was their first
time: in fact, during those short and maybe too fast weeks, they
found themselves inseparable and deeply connected, in any existing
form. Even in that form. But it was still a strange feeling
for Branch, being inside his girlfriend’s form and whispering loving
phrases, sweet nothings and poetries in her rounded ears.
ok, Branch?” Poppy panted with a little and kind smile on her face,
her many freckles shone in the darkness as she looked into his light
blue eyes, beneath his muscular but chubby body. Her slim hips
bounced up and down slowly, meeting Branch’s unhurried thrusts. “You
seem a little… uh, restrained? Like you want to say something.”.
no. It’s alright up here. Are you ok down there?” the survivalist
smiled back and laughed, kissing her forehead for a moment and
continuing his movements, then the male got closer to her right ear
and huffing: “But maybe you’re right, I would like to say
something. It’s just… I cannot find the words to describe my
feelings right now, and… damn, I can’t find the words to tell you
how much you mean to me. Maybe I am a poet, well… sort of, but
sometimes, especially when I’m around you, I can’t find the right way
to tell you how I feel.”.
show me. If you can’t find the right words, then use yourself because
you, just you are more than enough for me.” the Queen hugged him,
nuzzling against his chest, deeply touched by his sincere words.
pink Troll felt her partner speeding up after a few moments of
reflection and esitation, and his royal blue-purple hair twirling
around hers in a passionate and affectionate dance they shared a lot
of times, together and connected, in that fluffy and comfortable bed.
“Mhh-!” she moaned, spreading her long legs a bit more, grabbing
him by the waist, and moving her pelvis along with the survivalist’s.
licked his rather sharp teeth, drooling a little and panting a lot,
still not very used to those act of intimate affection, then he
gently bit the female’s breasts, sucking them and using his tongue to
lap her excited and red nipples, enjoying her wails and whines of
Poppy used her great strength and agility to lift her smaller body
up, helping herself with her behind’s muscles, sitting on the blue
Troll’s lap and smirking, happy to finally be on top. She
loved it, when she could move and watch her boyfriend’s desperate
expressions, closely. With a loud but muffled scream, she started to
ride her companion’s rod with speed, while kissing him on the lips
and rubbing his belly and nape with her free arms.
Branch groaned loudly, his eyes barely open and his tongue out,
sitting on the pallet and enjoying the show his girlfriend was
putting up. He felt a warmth in his groin area and his manhood
swelling inside her damp and dripping slit. “She really loves to
be on top, uh…”.
approaching his peak, Branchie? Awh!” the smug and self-confident
Queen joked while huffing, rubbing his cheek and pressing her
forehead against his sweaty one for a second. “It’s ok, I-I’m
reaching it too… j-just let it out… will you?”, Poppy knew how
to make him come anyway, in fact she knew a really, really sweet spot
of his: smiling and smirking, she opened her mouth again and bit
gently his pointy and moving ear with her rounded teeth.
he shouted with a not-so-manly and very surprised tone, his hands
grabbing her slim hips on instinct and his organ emptying itself
inside the Queen’s welcoming and warm canal, filling her up with his
white and fertile sexual liquid, that poured out slowly, on the dirty
and now messy sheets. “Mpgh…”.
Poppy shivered in pleasure right after him, clenching her muscular
inner walls around her partner’s dick and riding out her own orgasm,
while electric waves clawled up and down her arching back. “Ahh…”
she concluded after a long minute, falling back on the mattress along
with the survivalist, both of them dead tired, panting visibly and
sweaty. But satisfied. Really satisfied. “I admit it… that…
relaxed me quite alot.”.
you… And guess what, that even helped me, you know… gathering a
bit of courage to tell you something.” the survivalist laughed
weakly, kissing her lips for the last time and suddenly sitting on
the bed, grabbing his green gilet and searching for something in its
pockets. When he found and took it, he turned towards his
girlfriends, hands behind his naked back and an embarassed smile on
his chubby face. “Poppy, we’ve known each other for so long, 20
years, and I never found the bravery or guts to talk to you, never.
But believe me when I say that I loved you so, so much. I loved you
with all my heart and soul, but I was a coward and I was scared.
Scared to lose you, like I lost my grandma. Only during our journey
and especially in that pot, when you lost your hope, happiness and
colors, I found myself finally capable to show my real feelings and
to tell you I loved you. I couldn’t let you go, I couldn’t see you
all grey and sad like I was. And gosh, when you told me you loved me
back… I just couldn’t believe it: you, the most perfect and…
well, rather annoying dork, my love interest, my beloved party-loving
and funny Princess, loved me! You didn’t give up on me, that’s why I
fell in love with you long, long ago; with your smile you were able
to bright my days and fantasies, especially when I wrote poetries
about you. You are my bigger inspiration and an essential part of my
new, colorful and beautiful life. And even if maybe’s too early…
I’d like to make it official.”.
B-Branch? What do you mean, what are you trying to say?” Poppy
asked, a little insecure and excited, with her big, enraptured
magenta eyes, looking at the little and opened black box with a
golden and shiny ring inside, right in front of her.
prestigehongkong.com Interview with Choi Siwon | 151101
Korean actor and musician SIWON CHOI, who stars in a film for watchmaker and jeweller Piaget, talks with VINCENZO LA TORRE about life as a global phenomenon during a post-shoot interview in Seoul It’s hard to believe that as recently as a decade ago, South Korea suffered from an inferiority complex, often looked down upon by more prosperous and culturally influential neighbours such as Japan and Hong Kong. How things have changed. You don’t have to travel far to see that the country is now experiencing an incredible cultural renaissance, its soft-power diplomacy extending from Beijing to Tokyo and our own shores. First it was K-Pop, the musical wave that has supplanted J-Pop and Cantopop as the soundtrack of teenagers’ lives all over Asia; then the huge popularity of Korean dramas, religiously watched on TV and streamed online by millions of devoted fans; and finally Korean beauty products, prized for groundbreaking innovations that are imitated even in the West. Although some blame the Korean entertainment industry for its cookie-cutter approach to building young stars and turning them into flawless and sometimes soulless performers, there must be more than meets the eye, given that young people all over the world can’t get enough of stars such as Super Junior, G-Dragon and Girls’ Generation. Entertainment companies such as SM Entertainment are behind the rise of Korean pop culture. Their talent agents trawl the country in search of the next big thing, plucking kids from obscurity with the aim of turning them into superstars. Known for the extremely intense training of the new recruits and the competitive streak they foster among wannabe stars, these talent agencies are true conglomerates, churning out stars at breakneck speed and building their careers.’
While many such performers turn out to be one-hit wonders, there are some with real staying power, natural-born entertainers who can move beyond the strait-laced role of the pretty boy or girl dancing on a stage and spewing out catchy tunes. Super Junior, the group that started the craze for Korean boy bands, turned 10 this year and its leading man, Siwon Choi, has managed to transform his image as a young heart-throb into a successful career as an actor, with roles in international productions and a fan base that transcends the screaming tweens who go hysterical whenever he makes an appearance.
The handsome 28-year-old, who recently starred in a film produced by watch and jewellery brand Piaget titled Beyond a Gift, was set on his path to stardom from a very early age. “When I was a kid, I wanted only to be famous, a celebrity. I thought that I would do my father’s job or something like a boring job, always studying and always taking courses, but I really didn’t want to do that,” he says when we meet him on the set of the film in a leafy suburb of Seoul.
It didn’t take long for the then 16-year-old to score an audition with SM Entertainment before being picked out two years later to be part of the global phenomenon of Super Junior, whose best-selling single, “Sorry, Sorry”, propelled the band to international stardom. “The funny thing is that I didn’t want to be a singer or an actor,” says Choi. “Not that I didn’t want to do it, but it’s not that I wanted to do at first. Mr Lee [Soo Man], our chairman, just called me, ‘Hey, come to my office, what do you want to do? What can you do? Maybe drums or taekwondo or something?’”
After that, the two engaged in a long conversation, during which Lee realised that Choi had great potential for international appeal. “He said I should go to China, so I went for three months,” reveals Choi, who since then has mastered Chinese and acted in a series of Chinese productions alongside stars such as Andy Lau and Jackie Chan.
Fluent in both Mandarin and English, Choi realised when just a teenager that language barriers were keeping many Korean stars from making it big on the worldwide stage, and decided to master both languages. “In 2007,” he says, “I went to LA, to an event at the Hollywood Bowl, this huge concert for Korean people. Everyone was speaking English and they asked me something, but I couldn’t understand. Then I was really motivated and I started studying by myself.”
That same dedication is evident on set, where Choi displays a tremendous work ethic and doesn’t indulge in any of the antics of the jaded and spoiled superstar. After a long day filming the Piaget short, he kindly spends a few extra hours on location to shoot this cover story, showing an earnest and friendly attitude that’s at times quite disarming. When asked about his positive outlook, he mentions an early episode in his life that shaped his personal philosophy.
“When I went to New York, I saw The Lion King on Broadway and I met Matt Damon in the theatre. I said, ‘I’m Siwon Choi from Korea, and I’m part of Super Junior, like the Asian Backstreet Boys.’ He said, ‘Wow that’s good! Have fun in the States!’ He was very encouraging, very friendly. I thought, ‘That’s a Hollywood star, wow!’ I was a kid to him, I was 20, and he was really famous.
“I then promised myself that if I ever meet someone, anywhere, if they introduce themselves to me, I would be even friendlier than Matt Damon. I promised myself then. I built my philosophy then. I made my own philosophy. It was very inspiring and motivating. He’s a really good actor, a good father, also a good husband.” Choi further attributes his positive thinking and strong discipline to his Christian faith. “Maybe it’s because I’m Christian,” he says. “I also respect Islam, their culture. They really obey. “Everyone says that they love Jesus, really love Jesus, but then they do what he hates. Christianity is a huge influence on me; religion first and then my dad. He has his own philosophy, his own way, he never does it another way, always does it his way. I really respect him so much.”
Choi is also grateful to father figures such as Andy Lau and Jackie Chan, early mentors who guided him on his foray into acting. “Andy Lau is very professional. He pays a lot of attention to details. I was 18 when I worked with him. He’s been in more than 90 movies in his life. He controls everything he can on set but he respects the director because he never oversteps, only tells him what he’s thinking. Mr Chan is really professional too and he works hard. He wants to be a really good coach to the next generation, like me.”
As someone who’s constantly under the spotlight and who’s the focus of the relentless attention of countless fans who follow every move he makes, Choi seems to take everything in stride, without letting the surrounding mayhem go to his head. He’s definitely not one to complain about the pitfalls of fame and stardom.
“A lot of people would love to get this attention, with so many fans who like them, so I thank God, I don’t complain,” he says. “Second of all, I feel very responsible to the next generation of people. If I do something wrong, if I make a mistake, I can accept it. But for the next generation, I want to be a good influence, a role model.” Even though he grew up on the stage and has been an entertainer for most of his life, Choi doesn’t believe in mixing his personal life with work and reveals that he would rather date someone who doesn’t come from the entertainment world. But for now, family and career are his priorities.
“I’m still living with my parents,” he reveals. “I promised them that I would live with them until I do my military service. You know, Korea is still two separate countries, so I have to do it too, and I promised my parents that until I go to military service I will stay with them.” His close bond with his family also inspires Choi’s charity initiatives. “I’m planning to work on a Unicef project with Super Junior. I want to do something for children. When I open my eyes, my parents are there for me, Mr Choi and Mrs Choi, my parents. They care about me. But think about it, many children when they open their eyes have nobody and have nothing, no parents, no future, no life. So, if I go to heaven in front of God and he asks, ‘Hey Siwon, good to see you. What did you do for me? I gave you love, what did you do?’ I want to say, ‘I was trying to help poor people, children, somewhere.’”
All this talk about doing good, however, doesn’t keep Choi from focusing on his ultimate goal of becoming an international star on a par with other Asian and Hollywood A-listers. He says that he sees a future career separate from Super Junior and that his goal is to become the first Korean actor of global renown. “If someone asks Western people, ‘Who is your favourite Asian actor or celebrity?’ they always say Jackie Chan, Jet Li or Chow Yun Fat, and all of them are from China or Hong Kong, never Korea,” he says. “Why? Even if it’s hard work, I want to try to make it happen before I regret it, so maybe in five years, when they ask, ‘Who’s your favourite actor in Asia?’ Siwon Choi, yeah me! That’s my dream.”
This is a sort of sequel to my oneshot ‘A Series of Mostly Unfortunate Events’, but you don’t really need to have read that to get this. However, if you DO feel like reading it then go on ahead. *Nudges everyone* Hint hint HINT.
Anyway, shameless self promotion aside, this is dedicated to everyone who read ASOMUE, no matter if you finished it and did nothing, liked it, reblogged it, reblogged it WITH TAGS (*screams internally*), messaged me demanding a sequel (y'all know who you are and I simultaneously love you and blame you for this one), followed me (omg thank you all so much I think I gained about 20 followers in a day and I love you all for it! *hugs* also ‘followed me’ sounded really creepy…), or hated it so much that you threw your phone/tablet/computer/thingy across the room before telling anyone in a five thousand mile radius that it was absolute shite that should never have been created. Thank you all so much!!! I’d give everyone bonbons if I wasn’t so greedy.
If any of you skipped all of that, I really don’t blame you.
Lucy Heartfilia stared at the boy standing in her doorway, a look of pure shock on her face.
“Can I use your netflix account?” Natsu Dragneel repeated. “Ice prick changed the password on ours, and he won’t tell me what it is until I confess my supposed undying love for Elfman.” The pink haired boy shuddered. “I’d rather die then do that.”
Lucy nodded absent-mindedly; she wouldn’t really want to confess her undying love to Elfman either. For starters Mira would be all over her about being nice to her baby brother, then she would have Lisanna’s constant teasing to deal with, never mind the fact that confessing your undying love for someone probably wouldn’t be considered very manly, so she would also be forced to listen to the ‘object of her affections’ bawling his eyes out. Not to mention the fact that Elfman already had a girlfriend. The overall event would almost certainly be a disaster.
Wait, what the hell was she even thinking about?
Natsu interrupted her rather wayward train of thoughts by rudely waving a hand in front of her face. “Lucyyyyy, are you still in there?”
She swatted his hand away, before reaching up to rub the sleep out of her eyes. It was six o'clock on a rare Saturday morning when she didn’t have to be in work until later, and right now she was supposed to be in her nice, warm, comfortable bed catching up on some well deserved rest. That is, she would be if she hadn’t been woken up by her annoying neighbour and definitely-not-massive-crush with his weird requests.
“Pleaseeee Luce,” he whined, and despite herself Lucy couldn’t help but blush slightly at the use of her nickname. He had only started calling her ‘Luce’ recently, and although he probably just did it to annoy her, and although she pretended to hate it, every time she heard him say it she got a kind of warm and tingly feeling in her stomach, sort of like-
“Lucyyyyyyyy, you’re spacing out again.” Natsu’s voice once again snapped her out of her daze, and she was quickly reminded of the current situation. She was standing in her doorway in her dressing gown and pink bunny slippers, her hair was a mess, she hadn’t brushed her teeth or put on any makeup, and Natsu Dragneel was attempting to steal her Netflix account. Holy crap, she had to get out of this before she embarrassed herself any further.
“No,” she said harshly. “No, you can’t use my Netflix account. It is six-effing-o'clock in the morning, go bother someone else.” And with that, she slammed the door in his face, before leaning against it and dramatically wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.
Phew. Potential embarrassment crises averted.
Unfortunately though, she was now far to wide awake to even have a hope of getting any more sleep before her alarm went off. Ah well, she thought (surprisingly calmly), she could sleep in some other day. Right now it was time for a nice relaxing bath.
When Lucy returned into the main room of her apartment a few minutes later, equipped with everything she would need for her bath, she hadn’t expected to find her pink haired neighbour lounging on her sofa, watching her TV and eating food from her kitchen.
Natsu looked up from his position on the couch, and smirked slightly when he caught her eye.“You left the door unlocked,” he said lightly, answering her unspoken question.
Lucy simply stared at him, absolutely dumbfounded.
Had he just broken into her apartment to watch Netflix?!
She took a deep breath, and then another one.
In through the nose, and out through the mouth.
Inner peace Lucy, inner peace.
When she had finally calmed herself down enough that she was able to move without literally kicking Natsu out of her flat, she opened her mouth and attempted to ask him to leave in a calm and civilised manor.
“I am going to go and have a bath now,” she said slowly, doing her very best to not fly off the hook and throw something at him, “and when I get out you better be gone from here, or else.”
“Or else what?” he said, munching on a handful of her pringles.
“Or else I’ll tell Erza that you broke into my apartment while I was in the bath.”
He froze, and as she watched all the colour drained from his skin. “You wouldn’t.” His voice can out as barely a whisper, and he sounded absolutely terrified. “She would murder me on the spot.”
Lucy smiled sweetly at him. “That’s your problem.” And before he could say anything else she spun around on her heel and stalked off to her bathroom, muttering to herself about pink haired bastards as she went.
Lucy closed the bathroom door behind her and sighed. Despite the fact that she may or may not be head over heals in love with him, her and Natsu had never really gotten along well. However, ever since that… incident a few weeks ago she seemed to be running into him quite a lot. In fact, it was almost like he was going out of his way to see her, just so he could annoy her even more. It was really starting to get quite irritating.
Lucy sighed again, shaking her head slightly and beginning to undress herself. This was supposed to be a relaxing bath, which definitely wouldn’t work if she spent the entire time pondering her most recent dilemma, who she hoped had left her apartment by now.
She was standing in her pyjama top and underwear when she realised that she hadn’t turned the bath tap on yet. As she was leaning over to do so, she noticed something inside the tub out of the corner of her eye. She froze, turned her head sharply to look at it, and screamed.
The spider was absolutely huge, with long hairy legs, and at least the size if her fist. Lucy scrambled backwards until her back was against the opposite wall and stared at the monsterous animal.
If there was one thing Luy really hated, it was spiders. She was absolutely petrified of them. It was pathetic, she knew, spiders hadn’t ever done anything to her, but they where just so creepy and disgusting and ew. And they showed up at the most unexpected times in the most unexpected places,
Like this giant one right now, sitting in her bath at six in the morning.
Which, despite all her shrieking and scrambling about the place, still hadn’t moved.
Lucy let out the breath she didn’t even realise she had been holding, and slowly took a few steps towards her bathtub, keeping her eyes on the spider the entire time.
It didn’t even twitch.
Maybe it was dead.
She grabbed her hairbrush from where she had discarded it on the floor earlier, and cautiously reached out to poke the spider, in an attempt to discover whether or not the beast was still alive.
Not that a dead spider was any better.
In her minds eye the creature suddenly moved, jumping at her and racing up her arm. Lucy shuddered involuntary. She was being silly. It was just a spider.
Just a spider.
A massive, hairy spider with thick, long, black legs and potentially bloodsucking or poisonous fangs.
The tip of her hairbrush was about ten inches away. Lucy closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again.
In through the nose, and out through the mouth.
The spider’s leg twitched.
Time seemed to slow down as Lucy’s hairbrush slipped from her grasp and clattered to the ground, landing right next to the spider. The aforementioned animal immediately started moving away from the object, running across the bottom of the bathtub at an unfathomable speed. Lucy screamed again, louder this time, and quickly scrambled to her feet and raced out of the bathroom.
It was official, the sun wasn’t even up and already this day couldn’t get any worse.
Lucy made it out of the bathroom alive, and hurriedly slammed the door behind her. She leaned against it for a moment with her eyes closed, trying to get her breath back.
When she opend them again, she came face to face with Natsu.
Actually, scratch that. Things just got a whole lot worse.
“What are you still doing here?!” she practically shrieked. “I thought I told you to get out!!” She stopped and panted, still out of breath from the events of a few moments ago.
“Well,” he said defensively, folding his arms across his chest, “I was about to leave when I heard you screaming.” He paused. “Are you alright?” he added softly.
Lucy could feel the blood rushing to her face, and a small part of her found itself wondering how she always seemed to end up embarrassing herself in front of Natsu Dragneel.
The rest of her was to busy panicking about what to do next to bother coming up with an answer.
“Yeah I’m uh, f-fine, thanks,” she stammered. “I um, just stubbed my toe on the base of the sink. I’m okay, so you can leave now.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah right. What really happened?”
Lucy found herself glancing around her sitting room in an attempt to distract herself from the intense look that Natsu was giving her. Her eyes feel on the TV, which was still turned on (‘just about to leave’? ha! as if!), and an idea slowly formed in her head.
“Actually Natsu,” she said, managing to regain some of her lost composure. “I have a small favour to ask of you.”
His look of concern turned to one of suspicion. “Okay…” he said apprehensivly.
“There is a um, rather large spider in my bathtub right now and I’d like you to remove it.”
“All of that was because of a spider?” Lucy blushed even more at how amused he sounded.
“It was a really big one!” She snapped, crossing her arms across her chest.
He snorted. “Whatever. What’s in it for me?”
That was the question she had been waiting for. “If you get rid of it I’ll let you use my Netflix account.”
Natsu’s eyes lit up when he heard her offer, and he grinned at her. “Great!” he said enthusiastically. “I’m all fired up! Now show me where this spider is so I can kick its ass!”
Lucy smiled back at him, before turning around and opening the door behind her, leading him into the bathroom. The spider was sitting in the opposite side of the bath to where it had first been discovered, apparently unaware of the disturbance it had caused. Natsu froze when he saw it, the look of enthusiasm quickly disappearing from his face.
“Holy crap,” he whispered. “That thing is ginormous.”
Lucy couldn’t help but smirk at that. “I told you so.”
“Not that I’m scared of it or anything,” he added quickly.
Lucy was to busy staring at the monster to notice the way his voice shook slightly. However, when he made no move do go and pick the spider up, she began to grow slightly suspicious.
“Natsu,” she said, “are you-”
“Do you have something I can kill it with?” he said suddenly.
“Kill it!?” Lucy was almost surprised at how horrified she sounded. “Can’t you just lift it outside?”
“Do you want me to get rid of it for you or not,” he snapped, sounding irritated.
Lucy sighed and nodded, and he stalked out of the room, returning a few moments later with an a one-thousand-and-something page hardback copy of The Lord of the Rings. He crouched down beside the bath, and carefully lifted the book, positioning it so that it was directly over the spider.
“If you get any spider guts on that book then you have to replace it,” Lucy warned. The book in question had been a birthday present from Levy, and although Lucy was yet to read it she still treasured it as one of her closest possessions.
“Yeah, yeah,” Natsu murmured, “whatever you say Luce.” And, without waiting for her to reply, he smashed the book down on top of the spider.
The creature moved at the last second, barely managing to dodge Natsu’s blow. It scampered on to the book and froze there, as if hoping that it wouldn’t be noticed. As Lucy watched him, Natsu cautiously lifted the book out of the bath, doing his best not to disturb the animal on top of it. He held the book up at eye level for a moment, as if he was examining the beast, before quickly spinning it over and slamming it to the ground. He stood there for a moment and tried to catch his breath, eyeing the book wearily and stamping on it a few times for good measure.
Lucy leaned over from her position on the far side of the bathroom, where she had been watching the events unfold from a safe distance. “Is it dead?” she asked hopefully.
“I’m not sure,” Natsu replied, his gaze not moving from the book on the ground. “I think so.”
Natsu’s foot nudged the book and the spider shot out from underneath it. It appeared to be missing a couple of its legs, but even so it was still moving very quickly. Natsu attempted to stamp on it a few times, but it managed to dodge being crushed by his shoe. It made it to the bathtub and disappeared into the shadows underneath.
“Where’s it gone?” Lucy asked slightly hysterically, glancing over her shoulder as she spoke to check that it hadn’t magically materialized on the wall behind her.
“I think it went under the bath,” Natsu replied, getting down on his hands and knees to check. “It’s too dark though, I can’t see anything.”
Lucy felt something on her foot, and she had a horrible feeling that she knew what it was. She looked down and, sure enough, the spider was crawling up her bare ankle. She shrieked and waved her leg around, and Natsu looked up from the floor to find the spider hurtling through the air towards him. He scrambled to his feet and leapt to the side, narrowly avoiding falling into the bath, and the spider flew past him, landing on the wall, where it quickly scurried up out of their reach.
Lucy and Natsu glanced at each other, and both simultaneously dashed out of the room, slamming the door behind them.
“How about,” Natsu gasped, when they had both recovered enough air to talk again, “you forget about the spider from hell for now, and you can come and have your bath at my place. We’ll send Stripper in there later, and not let him out until he tells me the Netflix password.”
Lucy had to laugh at that. “That sounds like a brilliant idea. Come on, lets go.” She grabbed his wrist and began to drag him out of her flat.
She was halfway to the front door when Natsu spoke up again.
“Yeah?” She glanced back at him and he smirked slightly.
“You might want to put some clothes on first.”
Lucy froze, and slowly looked down at her partially clothed body. The t-shirt she wore to bed was barely decent, just about covering her ass and the top of her thighs. A look of horror covered her face as she realised that she had been practically naked for most of her encounter with Natsu, having been mostly undressed when she first noticed the spider. Thank god she still had her underwear on.
Her face turned an unfortunate colour of scarlet and she dashed out of the room, leaving a hysterical Natsu in her wake.
just kept holding her though; he didn’t move in any further. He just
left it up to
like he’d already done a few times that evening – to take the
next step. She’d once said to Mary Margaret that she wasn’t used to
someone putting her first, and now she realized that since she’d
met this man, he’d been doing little else than just exactly that,
Emma smiled as she leaned forward again, standing a little on the
balls of her feet and – after one last glance at his slightly
parted, waiting lips – closed her eyes and kissed him again. This
kiss was different than the one on Granny’s porch; it was more like
their Neverland kiss, but this time it felt
Their mouths collided passionately, breathlessly, opening up as soon
as they touched. They were swaying back and forth while teeth were
grazing lips, tongues exploring each other.
left arm slid around his trim waist and she moved into him even
closer – not getting enough of the nearness – while her right
hand crept up to the nape of his neck, messing up his always unruly
hair that felt so smooth to the touch. Hook cradled her head in his
hand. His fingers combed through those silky, golden locks which had
attracted him from that very first day on the beanstalk, and which
he’d never been able to resist touching whenever the occasion
arose. Unlike before – outside on Granny’s porch – he was much
more confident now and less afraid to take control. His fingers
grasped a thick strand of her hair and pulled her head back a little,
pushing his head forward, and Emma followed his demand eagerly,
surrendering to him completely now as he claimed her mouth with a
fierceness that left her breathless. His hook rested on the small of
her back, pulling her soft body into his hard one, and for the first
time she felt that he
as ready for her as she was for him. And suddenly, a teasing memory
of his voice sounded in her head:
I jab you with my sword, you’ll feel it.
“This man couldn’t possibly be a dream. He was so vivid. His eyes were…well, his nose and his chin…oh, I can just see! I just can’t remember! The man was clear as day! He had a tan jacket, and a deerskin suitcase.”- The Man in the Tan Jacket.
Dorky characters are the best. They’re awkward and silly and kinda nerdy but in an adorable, clumsy way. Here are my picks for the top 10 dorkiest Bleach characters!
Byakuya is a closet dork. Sure he acts all suave and serious, but on the inside he’s a guy who’s really into Admiral Seaweed, who likes to make sand sculptures on the beach with his sister, who puts together (unfunny) comedy routines, who attends the WSRA for kicks.
Byakuya: If you use the omake as evidence, then we are all dorks.
Renji: But you most of all, Captain.
Byakuya: …excuse me?
Like Byakuya, Ikkaku tries to project a serious image. But come on. The guy does a lucky dance. And he’s really really impressed by convenience store food. He’s a dork.
Ikkaku: How is my lucky dance not serious?!
You think Renji is cool, what with his tattoos and his speeches and his hair. Then he gets distracted during a battle because the enemy complimented his eyebrows. And you remember. He is actually a dork.
Renji: Hey! Bazz-B thinks I’m cool!
Bazz-B: No, I think your eyebrows are cool.
Rukia is more open about her dorkiness than her brother. She is proud of her dorky cartoon bunnies. She seems to enjoy pretending to be a dorky high school student. She once got distracted by giant stuffed animals during a fight. What a dork!
Rukia: As if anyone could resist stuffed animal paradise!
Iba wants to be manly - so very desperately. And to hang with all of his fellow manly men. But really….he ends up sitting around shirtless in sunglasses with all of his shirtless, sunglassed dorky friends, pretending to be cool. And he once had a fight that turned into a rock-paper-scissors with drinking, so -
Iba: T-the MSRA is NOT dorky!
Isshin’s dorkiness may be largely persona - his way of, I don’t know, distracting his children from the truth about his past by embarrassing them a lot? But despite his ability to turn stone-cold serious in battle, I think a lot of Isshin’s dorkness is just the way he is.
Isshin: It’s what makes me so funny!
When you first see Hisagi, you may think he’s some sort of cool rebel, with his tattoos and his sleevelessness and his spiky hair. But no. Hisagi is not cool. Hisagi is a supreme dork. He runs a newspaper and gets flustered by Matsumoto and hunts for free food and plays the guitar badly in secret. Such a little (punk) dork!
Hisagi: I’m not a dork! I’m smooth! Smooth….like butter!
Kensei: What the actual fuck
Urahara’s dorkiness may be all an act. Hard to say. But if it’s an act, it’s a pretty good one, because he does in fact come across as a giant dork. His voice, his mannerisms, his silly clothes….you’d think Urahara harmless if he wasn’t so darn scary.
Urahara: Silly clothes?
Orihime is unapologetic in her love of dorky things, from drawings of herself as a laser-shooting robot to silly poses to comedy routines. There’s a reason she and Rukia get along as well, I think.
Orihime: Why would anyone waste time pretending to be all cool?
Hisagi: It’s a lifestyle choice.
Keigo may be the personification of dorkiness. He’s so awkward yet earnest. He greets Ichigo by trying to hug-tackle him. He really just wants his friends go bowling with him or something. He’s so….not cool.