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steeltraptrainer · 11 days

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They know they will need to fight Gascoigne. They do not want to fight him. So they throw themselves into the sewers once more, determined to find weapons and blood echoes. As many as they can. It is here they find the Crow. Her figure is imposing, and she seems ever so slightly amused at their gawking. Not something they can help themselves with, alas.

"Younger and younger every year, hm? No matter. A hunter is a hunter at the end of the day." She shakes her head slightly.

"That ain't the first time we heard that tonight." Giacomo's lips twist a bit.

"And you might hear it more. From those that aren't flesh-hungry beasts, that is. Precious few left. Rest a moment before returning to the fray. The young need to catch their breath as well."

"No kidding." Ferro leans against the wrought iron fence.

"You hunt as a pair?"

"Hmhm." Ferro nods quietly.

"Good. Keep each other safe and grounded." The Crow looks them both up and down. "And find yourself a better garb. Your current one would not withstand even a dog's teeth."

"Got an idea of that, yeah... we only found one set so far, and Giacomo wears it better. Bit too big on me, and at least I can move in this."

"Fair enough." Her feather coat rustled as she fishes some things out of her pockets. They jingle as she hands them to Giacomo.

"Thanks?"

"A welcome gift, for the new hunters. Now, do get moving. Fear is all well and good, it separates us from the beasts. But you have a hunt to attend. And so do I. Enough trembling in your boots, you two." Her parting gift is a show of a gesture and a dipped head.

"... No more to distract ourselves with." Giacomo swallows past the lump in his throat.

"One more thing. We should have enough echoes. Strengthen ourselves, then hit the graveyard."

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The Doll's smile is almost too demure as she lays her hands on them.

"Does your hunt go well?"

"We're... alive. Haven't died yet, but it's close for me." Ferro winces.

"It's a relief then that you have not landed here, good hunter. May you persist yet." She gingerly removes her hands. Ferro still feels the echo, the hum of coiled strength and skill underneath his skin. He knows how to move his cane. How to maximize the pain it inflicts. He didn't do so ten minutes before.

"And you?" Giacomo asks her directly, mouth almost buried in the mask around his neck.

"Me?" She looks puzzled.

"Yeah. What did you do since we last came in?" He flexes his hand, far too aware how the axe feels far lighter. Strength he did not train for.

"Should I be doing something?" Fucking ow. Okay then.

"I mean, you're clearly alive. Why shouldn't you do something to amuse yourself?" This might take a while. But letting her waste away, sitting on her stretch of wall feels wrong.

"I have never tried, good hunter. I am just a doll. I do not need to entertain myself."

"Need and could are different things, Miss. Just... think about it, alright?" Ferro asks quietly before taking Giacomo's hand. They have a Father to find.

"Very well, good hunters. May you find your worth in the waking world."

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The squelching of metal in flesh. They can hear it already. It's almost rhythmic. In a sick way.

"Shit. Too late, then?" Giacomo winces. "What now?"

"Pray. We got the music box. And... Maybe we can... Momo, how many blood vials do we have?"

"About seventeen between us, why?"

"I can spark. If we are fast... Maybe... Well, maybe we can jumpstart her heart again, if Viola hasn't been dead for long."

"Hm... Maybe. We can try. I'll distract him. You take half the vials. And the box. Be quick." Giacomo's steps are deliberately loud as he approaches the man. The noises leaving his throat are more beast than man. He's Dangerous, capital D. Deep, heavy breaths as if he doesn't get enough air into his lungs anymore.

"Beasts all over the shop..." He doesn't seem to notice Giacomo. Doesn't notice Ferro, who weaves between the gravestones and up the roof.

"I think he's dead, Father." Sightless, bandaged eyes zero in on Giacomo. Gascoigne's mouth is ever so slightly open, as if he was trying to get a scent like a dog. His teeth are sharp. An aborted growl in the back of his throat. "Are you alright?" It doesn't seem like Gascoigne truly heard him.

"You'll be one of them, sooner or later." Another labored breath. Trembling arms that lift weapons. Shit. Giacomo takes a step back, then another. He left the music box with Ferro.

He had to survive. Leather gloves creak around the grip of the axe. He hurls himself to the side, not a second to soon. That would have cleaved him in two. Another swing, a yell of rage.

"Ay yo, I ain't gonna fight you, man!" He didn't want that. "Calm down! Your daughter's worried about you!" That is what makes the man stumble for a second.

"Ettie..." It's a hoarse gasp. "No, no, no..." The sound of electricity flaring up. Ferro's plan better work. Gascoigne's back hunches.

"Seriously! She's worried! And Ferro and I can't stay with her, we're kids ourselves!" More sparks.

"What..." The axe slams down next to Giacomo. The stone splinters. Breath that stinks like mabosstiff, far too close to his face. "No beast. Not... not yet." The man draws back, stumbles. "Not yet but will be. They always turn." Hysterical. He is turning hysterical. His head tips back as he stumbles and sways, weapon lax in his grip. "Oh how it sings to me. The blood. Your blood. It's enough to make a man sick." His blood? Giacomo looks down. There is a gash in his leg. Shit. Gascoigne laughs, the sound shrill and unhappy, desperation more than anything.

"I think I'd know if I were turning!" Giacomo groans. Vial, vial... there. It's an awful rush. Is that what Gascoigne is experiencing right now? "Step back!" Gascoigne's axe is raised. right above Giacomo.

Then... Tinkling, small notes. They fill the entire graveyard despite their small, tinny sound. A sound that clearly moves Gascoigne, if the keening, animalistic cry from his throat is anything to go by.

"Oye! Padre!" Ferro calls from the roof, sparks still flying off of his hand. "Your wife needs help!" Shit, he fucking did it. Giacomo scrambles to his feet, out of range of the axe. Even so, he yanks his own longer, just in case. Gascoigne's nearly doubled over, clearly fighting what is boiling in his blood.

"Not sure if he can right now, Ferro! His blood's kind of... doing that." Somehow he seems to have become even taller. Not good.

"Well, let me!" And his stupid ass boyfriend jumps. Jumps and lands heels first on Gascoigne before erupting into a shower of electricity the man lock up in paralysis and fall to the ground. Up on the roof, the man's wife sits hunched over, one hand holding her chest as if she is afraid it might carve open again. "There! Now... I don't know heal pulse or shit."

"I don't think this will help, Ferro. Unless we can pull him into the Dream, he won't get well."

"Have we tried? If we hold him and get him healed there?"

"If this goes wrong, I am going to blame it on you. I'll get her."

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They get them both to the nearest lantern. Gascoigne does not wake. His teeth are even sharper, there is blood seeping from under the bandages.

"Why are you doing this?" The man's wife asks, leaning onto Giacomo. "You... you are hunters. You know what is happening to him."

"So? We're kids. And he helped us. So now we're trying to help him. We met your daughter. And she's worried. We got her to stay inside until we are coming back to her. So for now..."

"Oh Ettie..."

"No matter. Hold on tight." The lantern had appeared after Ferro had come near the middle of the graveyard.

"You're a good young man. If... If you bring me home, I will stay with Ettie. I don't like leaving her alone."

"You sure?" A slow nod. "Fine. Ferro? Be right back. I'll haul ass."

"Gotcha." A thumbs up. Ferro's glasses are splintered. "I'll wait for you. Not like he can move right now."

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It takes Giacomo twenty minutes. Twenty minutes during which Ferro kept one hand on the cane at all times, a low-level hum of electricity accompanying it. Giacomo coming back is a relief.

"Ready?"

"As ready as I can be." Giacomo nods, and lifts up the other side of Gascoigne. They reach for the lantern. Things go dim, then bright. A soft hum as they land in the Dream, a practically dead man between them. They land right in front of the Doll, who startles slightly.

"Oh. Good hunters. How did you manage this?" She leans close to them.

"No clue. He needs help. Blood's practically boiling. Think you can do something?" Giacomo asks, lowering Gascoigne's prone form against the wall.

"I think so, yes." Her hands reach out. Then she stops, and looks at Ferro for a moment. "Go to the second bath. The messengers there might have something for you." She smiles slightly.

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They take the eyes. The little messengers take eyes, and give him things in exchange. He can get clothes. He can get a hunter garb, fight on equal footing with Giacomo. Maybe it's just a funny, funny coincidence that it is a perfectly fitting replica of Gascoigne's. It is soft. Worn in, just right. A set of bandages, should he wish to hide his eyes. He just might, later. For now he joins Giacomo again, sits next to him and the Doll, and watches her work. She is clearly doing something. And at some point, she draws back.

"I did what I could, good hunters. It is now on you to bring him home." Alright then. They could do this. The night is long already, the least they could do is bring him back. Easy peasy. Far too easy. Something waits for them outside of the man's house. A scourge beast, two, three. They extend their weaponry. And just as the beasts jump...

T h e y

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#rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokeblogging #dreams of hunting arc #Long post

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purplehanfu · 9 months

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Self Indulgent Birthday Post: 2023

notes: Spoilers!, probably. Yay, it's my birthday again! Enjoy some of my finest unfinished work!

Oh? You have both my interest and attention!

Booooo.... (this disappointment brought to you by The Young Brewmaster’s Adventure, which happens to be the prequel to Blood of Youth)

Recap Recycle Bin

So many dramas and never enough time to write a full review. Read on!

Dominator of Martial Gods

tl:dr for this drama

Each episode is 35 minutes long, feels like 3,500 minutes, and delivers maybe 10 minutes worth of story. Impressive!

We waste a great deal of time in the first few episodes watching Qin Chen and the bootlicking alchemist refine a needle that will allow our hero to activate his bloodline. Intriguing, because you often hear dramas refer to treasures being refined into weapons, but you never see the process. There's a reason for this- it does not make for compelling viewing. But that does not stop us from standing around arguing about the specs and adding things to the oven. This process was more fun when Chu Wanning just takes you up to the lake. On a technical note, I am enamored of the way the ever present green screened background makes no attempt to be in scale with the human actors.

My Deepest Dream

Ooh, a plot with a time loop, evil birds, superpowers, getting sucked into the Marianas Trench when you just wanted to go on a scuba diving excursion and JIN HAN!!! But, as always, there's a glitch in the matrix.

Our heroine realizes she has lost a year of her life and no one has noticed. No one except the astrophysics PhD candidate turned car mechanic Wu Yu (JIN HAN!!!). Wu Yu divulges that he can read a phone screen at 10 kilometers. But mostly he uses his special eyes to keep an elaborate dossier on the comings and goings of the FL, who lives across the street from the garage he works at. Is that creepy or romantic?

don’t be silly, if it were a Marvel movie we’d be having an interminable CGI sky battle

Till the End of the Moon

Meet Tantai Jin. As you may have noticed from his costume design, he's totally evil.

He's a goal-oriented CEO who's turned the Devil Sect into a high reliability organization that generates impactful customer experiences (annihilation). I bet he's evil enough to use six sigma. But where Tantai Jin truly shines is personal branding. You may not be buying what he's selling, but product recognition is through the roof.

Tantai Jin seen here working out of his travel office: a flaming, flying boudoir with melting skull detail. This is why CEOs should never make more than 10x what the average worker does.

Circle of Love

I can see why the Republican period was relatively short. Everybody setting fire to each other's estates, staying out late ballroom dancing, getting uniforms tailored, making sure there are enough manacles to chain the female lead to a bed... it doesn't really leave a lot of time for governance.

We start out, as we generally do, with a clean sweep of the FL's family, in this case via a big ol' raging house fire. Where is everyone? Or even anyone? Even Maid's Revenge scraped up some extras to be dead family members.

My Kung Fu Girlfriend

Slow your roll, it ain't GL.

You know what they say- it's not whether you win or lose the MMORPG, it's how you min max all your stats and then act like an ass in chat about it.

Meet Huang Xiao Yu. She clearly did not pay to win because she is the low XP real life martial sister of a kung fu champion. In this drama, she'll level up in love and life with the help of an OP MMO NPC who escapes her game and shows up uninvited in the real world.

The Antarctic Octopus

Not to be confused with the 2020 film Big Octopus. I guess that's the great thing about having an audience of over a billion people- even the most niche interest has plenty of content.

This is how you dress when you visit your Uncle Pete in Antarctica.

In this movie: monsters, explosions, a supercharged ice jalopy and a dedicated ignorance of the laws of physics usually only seen in a Fast and Furious film. But credit where it's due: The Antarctic Octopus delivers. Only 12 seconds in and we get our first tentacle!

available free on youtube although how bravely they were fighting is up for debate

Bonus Content: Superlatives

In the Day We Flipped

My post of the year!

Getting over 500 likes on a review? Unexpected.

Forgetting to add a link back to my other recaps? Priceless.

Bloody Romance

still my favorite drama

when your grandma’s a zombie and she was left in a cave to guard a tiny box with one (1) restorative pill in it and she’s suspended by her hair but her hair is also like tentacles that can kill people and she thinks you’re your mom but she still loves you. 💚💚💚 But then she starts screaming and tries to strangle you with her hair.

Heroes

2nd favorite drama

you know something’s good when you have a file called ‘sappy su mengzhen yang wuxie edits.txt’

go get your man, Wuxie!

pinboard full of recaps!

#holiday special #till the end of the moon #my deepest dream #JIN HAN!!!#dominator of martial gods #the young brewmaster's adventure #circle of love #my kung fu girlfriend #the antarctic octopus #bloody romance #heroes #in the day we flipped

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lovetransaction · 10 months

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You didn't seem like trouble. You seemed like you were lost in the world because you'd had a good woman and you wanted to be at her side for the rest of your life, and nobody needs to see their good woman die the way you and your boys did. But it wasn't even Dean and Sam who my good man was thinking about when we brought you in from the dark cold and that loneliness you wore around you like a damn halo, the kind that turns to whiskey fumes, the kind that says:

there's nothing i can do to you that's worse than what i live through every day;

and my good man, Bill, he said to me, John Winchester might make it through a sight more hunts but he won't make it through with that whole family alive. And they might not even realize they're dead.

Hunters talk that way. You see enough things looking back at you from the dark, smiling, with eyes that burn around the edges, and you get to talking that way.

And I said: fine, Bill. We need another goodlooking sad-eyed stray like we need a hole in the roof, but fine. I said: he don't seem like trouble, at least.

You looked over at us at the bar from where you were showing Jo how to draw seagulls that looked like m's, and you smiled that slow sideways smile, and Bill hummed in his throat and we got a hole in the roof.

Your letter's two years on the heels of my good man dead and it's writ heavy in blue ballpoint on that thin onionskin paper. Sets my teeth on edge and I won't even read your words, John, because I'm still that angry. You think I'm angry with you but that ain't how this works. Hunters know that shit can go far south every time they step foot out the door, and Bill was better than you. You gotta be real good at this to be bait, and we both told you that.

I'm angry you ate at our table and played with our daughter. I'm angry you showed us snapshots of your little boys and had story after story to tell and you were tumbling over yourself to get them out and Bill held my hand under the table every time because we could see you had nobody else to tell them to. I'm furious I felt bad for you and that you looked at Bill like he was some big brother you never had and I feel angry that you were trouble, John, you were trouble that night you wandered down the hall and knocked at our bedroom door and opened it and Bill said, well, shut it behind you.

I'm shutting this door behind me, John. If you were here it might change my mind because you were the last person other than me to touch my good, good man and that might be too much for me to not put my hands on you. I'm not reading your words -- and I forgive you -- and you will never be nothin' to no-one -- except trouble.

going to lebanon : flash creations

#going to lebanon #002 cutter #ellen harvelle #john winchester #bill harvelle #vetala in samarkan

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shortpplfedup · 1 year

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Well that was fascinating and enlightening. I'm still not sold on the pacing of this thing, but the emotional throughline is solid and the characterisations are on point. The theme of this episode is 'escape', as Neung and Palm run away into a whole new emotional minefield. We also meet Palm's mother Mam, yet another woman who tells him to maybe try giving a shit about himself and also puts Neung to work, so I am inherently predisposed to like her despite her being a specific kind of nightmare fuel.

I really wanted to meet Palm's mother to put all the pieces together and now that we have...oy vey. She seems like a fun lady but ain't a mothering bone in this one's body. It may be for the best that Mam didn't raise Palm, but she feels bad enough about it to at least offer him shelter, even if she makes him work for it. Mam's benign self-centred neglect is a stark contrast to Thanya's devotion, and honestly makes me want even more for Palm to be cared for and looked after. At least Mam is appalled by Chanon's use of Palm in this way.

I have to say I'm impressed with Neung. Even totally out of his comfort zone, he manages to find a niche and make himself actually useful. I've never agreed with the takes that Neung is a spoiled brat; all his 'bratty' behaviour has been in reaction to Palm, in an attempt to navigate the now-clear-to-me monster crush he has on him. Neung is a skilled manipulator but Palm isn't really manipulable so to get his attention Neung does try stamping his feet a bit. Sometimes, Palm is annoyed, irritated, even angered by it. But sometimes, like this episode, he is endeared. When Neung calls him a fool again, in Mandarin this time, he can't help but give a small rueful smile.

Because Palm is quickly coming to terms with rather a lot of things this ep. It seems like he's decided that as long as they have to be on the island, away from all the rules and restrictions placed on him by Chanon, he's going to allow himself to enjoy just being with Neung. He flirts with him, he holds his hand, he teases him into hugging him on the motorbike, he takes him on a little date. He never exactly crosses the line, in fact when Neung asks why he kissed him on the roof, he...well...lies. Or rather, he doesn't tell the whole truth. He wanted to make Neung feel better, that much is true. But he lies when he says it didn't come from his feelings about Neung. And when Neung scolds him for it, telling him not to do it again because a kiss is supposed to be meaningful, the look on Palm's face makes it clear that it was absolutely meaningful for him. He's having the time of his life...

But he hasn't forgotten danger is lurking. He keeps telling Neung he's safe there, but that gun is constantly on him. He's trying to get Neung's mind off all the things he can't do anything about in Bangkok, but he brings up the spectre of Thanya himself. The way this episode isolates them completely by showing us nobody except them and Mam, you almost forget that they sped away from the scene of an attempted (?) hit! That they last saw their respective parents shot and bleeding and have no clue what happened and no way of finding out. They've both opted for distraction, and a little affaire de coeur is the best kind. Neung is a tad confused by Palm's new openness, and is trying hard not to read into it, but he can't help but be charmed.

Stray Bullets

Those loan sharks harassing Mam concern me. I don't think she'd sell her own son out to save her own ass, but I'm not sure she wouldn't.

All the cinematography in this episode is gorgeous. A big hand for the D.P. Rath Roongrueangtantisook.

The cowherd and the weaver girl get another mention. Once is notable, twice is foreshadowing.

Pond's body is CRAZY. Phuwin is no slouch, but Pond...chisos.

Neung declaring he wants to buy the beach so tourists can't ruin it...oh baby, you've not grasped certain things yet huh.

The way Neung was handling that gun made me nervous as hell.

I've noticed Jojo's use of English language music lately, first in The Warp Effect and now in this and it only strikes me because I don't usually get English language music in Thai dramas.

That scene where they change out of their uniforms stuck out like a sore thumb to me. Like...why is it there?

Seeing characters like a bus tout really make Thai dramas feel so homey to me. We're all more alike in the global south than you'd think.

Did Palm raise himself? Who the hell took care of this kid?

You can't tell me that Ai'Neung from Palm didn't thrill Neung down to his toes.

Palm curled up on the tiniest corner of the bed as far away from Neung as possible is so gay panic it's delicious.

Having Phuwin deliver that 'ben dan' pretty much straight to camera was a nice touch.

Looks like we'll be on the island for 3-4 eps, and I like giving them that time to breathe, but next week we check back in with the mess in Bangkok.

#never let me go #never let me go the series #junior mafia #bl meta series

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runawaymazola · 8 months

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New Life

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Third Person's POV:

Home.

Ah yes, a big and luxury house would certainly make someone happy and contented, right? With everything you worked hard for got paid off with one big roof protected you and your family to live in. Everything felt right especially if you were raised and taken care of by a loving family. Would you want to get out of this house in order to start a new life?

Well you do, a young 21 years old male decides to continue his life in South Korea instead after graduating. He wanted to live with his cousin there who is currently an idol under a company. He got a green light to stay with him in his apartment till he got his own money to live in a new house. Or maybe just a cozy apartment to live in

You must be wondering who is this cousin of yours, right? You will know soon.

currently, you are checking through your luggages to see if you're missing anything. Wouldn't want to leave anything precious behind. Especially your favourite pillow since you were a little.

" Doraemon, you are coming with me! " You said to the lifeless pillow and put it inside the luggage along with your clothes

"Honey, you sure you don't want our help to buy you a house there? " Your mother asked you while leaning onto the doorframe.

"Yeah son. At least let us help buy you a flight ticket. " You father added. You shake your head and stood up facing both of them with a reassuring smile. You could somehow feel their worries and care just by seeing their expression.

Mom is literally holding back her tears, calming herself by rubbing her arms. You approached them and hugged them tightly.

"Thanks for the offer but he already said that i could stay there until i found enough money to buy myself apartment. Besides, i got some money i worked before! "

You father nodded and put his hand on your shoulder. " Just call or text us if you need anything. "

You nodded and picked up your luggages and bags and head out of the room with your parents tailing behind you. You stopped your tracks and turned to them and pointed to your car in the driveway.

"Can my car being shipped off to Korea?" You bit your lip approaching the car you forgot that you have. It is literally a working blood and sweat you worked hard for to get it. You really don't want to leave it here! It's like your baby!

" We can send the car to you in Korea, then. " Your dad said. "Wouldn't be that expensive. " he added and smiled a little once he saw your relief face. You put your hand on your chest and nodded.

"Bye, baby girl. I will see you in Korea!" You kissed her and about to take another step to the taxi but you stopped and turned back to them

" What now?" Your mother started to get annoyed at you. Clearly forgotten that she cried earlier

"Can they really ship the car to the overseas? " you questioned again

"I'm pretty sure they can! Now go! Before Chan waited for you!"

Just as you're about to say something, a big black van appeared onto the driveway and parked. You see your cousin walked out and smiled to you. He approached you guys with that still big smile on his face as he laughs a little seeing your face.

Well of course you would, cuz you are supposed to meet at Korea, but he's here !

" Hye Mr and Mr.s (L/N) ! " He greeted cheerfully and waved both of his hands

" Yah, what are you doing here ?? " You asked him, eyeing him up and down. He looked like he just got out from the shower cuz he looked fresh! Not trying to sound creep but he smells fresh too

" Well, Straykids will be having a concert in LA. But i told the manager that i want to come here to Melbourne where apparently my cousin lives, i will take you to LA and come with us to the tour for a day and go back to Korea. " He explained.

" A tour?! W-wait. Ain't the world tour ends in like 3 months tops? "

"It's already the third month, (Y/N) . LA is our last world tour destination. " He picked up the luggages and looked at your parents.

" We are thankful that you allowed him to stay with you until he settles down with a new house. " your mother grabbed Chan's hands and patted them while smiling softly.

Bang Chan nodded and smiled

" Well he's lucky that I don't live with my members in the dorm anymore. Anyways let's go, (Y/N). I'll be dead if i missed the details for the rehearsal! " He rushed to the bonnet of the van and helped you put the luggages in it.

After saying goodbyes and a few hugs, you and BangChan finally takes off to the airport.

"But (Y/N) what work do you want to do in Korea?? Have you searched through yet?? " BangChan looked up to you from his phone.

"Huh, I've tried but it's kinda hard to do it online. "

He nodded and back to his phone but he stopped in the mid way and turned to you, holding your arms. Startling you quite a little bit.

"Say, don't you love to write and produce songs?? " You nodded a little. Well you does because that's what you would do during your freetime and send the Demo's to BangChan to see if the song you produced is good or not.

Sometimes you helped him and the 3Rachas to produce songs too but from afar. Since you're not linked to any contract you cannot take the credit for the songs produced but you are contented that they love the songs you helped with!

" Well, you could be a music producer! Or a lyricist for our company, bro! " You looked at him and saw the excitement glistening in his eyes. He smiles so wide that you're afraid he might hurt his jaw.

"yeah sure, bro. We will see about that."

"You should come with me and the others to the studio. I bet they will love to hear your works. Maybe i will be able to hook you up."

You looked at him and wiggled your eyebrows while smirking. He caught on and pushed your shoulders lightly as he laughed.

"You dirty minded bastard. Not that hook up! Y'know what i mean!"

"Ha Ha i know! Yeah sure try to hook me up, sir!" He fist pumped with you and typed into his phone. Probably talking with the members about fetching you up and going back home now.

at the airport>>

"New Life, huh?" BangChan turned and looked at you before going inside the plane.

"New Life indeed." you smiled and nodded happily. You walked next to him and he put his arm around your shoulder and pushed you to the airplane.

Truth to be said, Bang Chan is happy that you finally accepted his offer to work with him formally.

But you don't know if you want to work with JYP or not. But time will tell

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#aespa imagines #aespa winter #aespa x reader #aespa karina #karina x reader #aespa scenarios #aespa #stray kids

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danadriel · 1 year

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"Upon reaching the city we found a good place to stay, and by good I mean a dirty hole in the rock with a filthy ragged blanket covering the entrance surrounded by many other similar holes filled with hungry desperate like us, at least this place had a nice view of the port, so if any sand ship arrived we would know about it, but we were out of luck the only vessels that docked were small and useless for our purpose, these small sail powered vehicles can go from one city to another, but they would be a death sentence in the great desert, they are too slow and their wheels aren't big enough to overcome the dunes this without mentioning that they lack any life support structure, like water condensers and so on we need a large and mighty vessel if we wanted to escape this continent.

After five days we ran out of food and no sign of a sand ship, we had to adopt more unsavory measures to sustain ourselves, Jean and Ji were very familiar with this situation so they knew what to do, they resorted to whore on the port, at first I was very much against the idea and they didn't forced me to do the same ,but I felt bad they were selling their bodies again and again in that dingy lit hole we called home in order to buy food, while I did nothing,so I put myself for sale too, contrary from what I imagined my beauty ain't that amazing attraction, in fact most sailors were too intimidated by my presence to even consider approaching me let alone paying to have sex, people can feel that there's something uncanny about me, in conclusion I got way fewer clients than the twins,especially when compared to Ji, while we travel she likes to hide her body as much as possible, under her thick robes she may seem mundane and uninteresting, but she is a gorgeous young woman curvy, lean small and submissive the dream of any horny sailor, upon further inspection one could notice the many marks of countless abuses she carries, but in the dark of the night they are invisible to the thirsty eyes of her clients…since so little people had any interest on me most of my work was to protect her while she worked, a single angry client was easy to deal, but sometimes a larger group of sailors would request her services so I was always around to slash the throat of anyone who refused to pay or hurt her, to be honest the best nights was when someone got hostile, because I could not just kill them and steal everything they had but also chop some meat bits for our dinner.

After weeks in this routine we lost hope to find a sand ship, so we would take anything that could take us to a larger port, Jean proposed if we could take a ride by force , since I was so good at fighting, but I dismissed the idea , most sailors had firearms and I was not willing to bet on such a fight unless it was the last option, but regardless of my opinion,fate had their own plans, one morning we woke up with the land shaking violently, immediately we grabbed our stuff and darted out of the hole , the whole port was an absolute pandemonium, everyone knew what that mean and they were rushing to leave the city, every single vessel in the port was opening their sails and bailing out, this was the do or die moment!in the midst of this chaos we had to take a ride even if we had to kill everyone inside, Jean had a target in mind he pointed to a rusty red vessel in the further end of the port, it was almost ready to depart and no one was around, we ran as fast as we could towards it, I trampled and slashed anyone who was in my way until we were able to jump in the roof of that rusty bus, when we were finally in it already had began to pick up speed and several other desperate souls were trying to grab it, I jumped inside first ready to take out the pilot, once he saw me instead of attacking he looked at me and shouted "Dont kill me, kill the ones who are trying to embark, if they swamp us we are both dead! " it was true, behind us there was like 100 people trying to get in that bus, if they managed to grab us we were all doomed, I'm not proud about it, but we were able to get rid of those people I stabbed and thrown away anyone who got inside and the twins and the twins shot several others, after a while we picked up speed and hit the road, at this point no one could follow us on foot, minutes later the land behind us broke and sank down, it was surreal it just fell off shattering in millions of pieces! the city and anyone who was too slow to escape was now falling in to the endless abyss bellow, I could barely believe my eyes but it was real.

We all survived yet no one on that bus was really happy about it, but now we had a more important issue, the pilot and his partner were now stuck with us and vice and versa, the tension was palpable, I could almost hear the heart beats and the drops of sweat dripping, I stood quiet but ready to attack while Jean tried to negotiate the situation,I was so nervous I don't even remember what they said, Thanks to Jean the situation was defused, the two strangers accepted us on the bus and we agreed to survive together and travel until we find a sand ship, even after the deal I only pretended to sleep in first nights together just to ensure, now after a while with them we are all in the same page, they are 2 merchants called Trashdog and Kartola, both kinda crazy but not unpleasant company,Their ride is some sort of ancient large vehicle,salvage chopped and welded in order to use sails as propulsion, not very fast or comfy but better than walking, we only stop when we find some place to gather food or water, otherwise we take turns on the driving wheel day and night, while 2 stay awake the other 3 sleep, I believe in this rithm we can reach the border in few months…perhaps." (Danadriel)

I'm REALLY proud of this one, took me quite a while to draw but I loved the result!

yes they are pissing and shitting on a hole in the back of the bus before you ask. :U

#post apocalyptic #sailpunk #junkpunk #furry

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“ BBBBBHHHHUUUUURRRPPPP ” A Canary fueled belch shook the clocktower's living quarters. Crushed cans , wrappers balled up , chunks of food , all the likes rolled down Dinah's stomach to the canyons that was her vast thighs , grunting , she bent her torso , arms out to grab whatever display of junk food the birds had laid out on a coffee table , but Dinah's hands met with the vast gut of her other roomie.

“ Do you really need any more food, Lance ?” Helena smirked , canary scoffing. “ Wasting away bbheruapp.. here, Helena , Babs would've taken all the goods if she was here. ”

Helena huffed , planting her ripe ass onto her side of the couch , shifting herself onto her side , chocolate flab freeing itself from her loose pajamas as her gut hung off the couch , glistening with sweat. Plushed thighs quivering when huntress nonchalantly passed a rumbling fart. “ bbwrarprpp-- sure you ain't got yourself stuck , Gordon? We've put on your favorittteeee ~ ”

(*Cracks knuckles* I'm ready to tackle your amazing entry, my dear friend!)

Barbara was not stuck, no. She had merely been preoccupied in her room for but a few moments. The sweet summer children out in her living room had no idea what they'd unleashed by suggesting a Big Belly Burger binge at her place. They thought the spread they had brought would be enough? Oh no~ This was merely a snack~

*BWAAAAAUUUURP!* Came mighty, room shaking response to the little Canary, as Barbara's heavy duty chair wheeled the slobbiest blob of them all out from her room, the door of which had been widened twice over to make room for her girth. "Please as- *BWAAAARP!* as if I'd miss this. But *FRRRRT* you two have such small concepts for a pair of fattasses in our little trio. A binge should have this place filled to the rafters, like an aquarium with us as the marine life eating our way through it." She sounded like some sort of prophet proclaiming to her flock.

The sweaty blob, fatter than both the others combined, and much more besides, wheezed as her form of steady breathing as her chair strained to haul her over to them; she'd have needed the chair regardless of her spinal condition at her weight.

"When we binge...we do it properly. By the time we finish this, the rest of it will be here." She pressed a button on her chair, and the roof of her clocktower home opened up. A message icon buzzed on her computer from Alfred.

"Dear Miss Gordon, the Batwing is not your personal delivery craft. *Sigh* just please don't get grease in the cockpit this time?" The message ended and a blinking icon of the Batwing was shown heading for Big Belly Burger in downtown Gotham~

#Barbara #Dinah #Black Canary #Oracle #Big Belly Burger

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[THOUGHTS ON PEAKY BLINDERS, EPISODE 2 - SERIES 6, “BLACK SHIRT”]

in no particular order, just as i’ve had them. obviously, spoilers ahead. (if you've missed last week's thoughts, see here).

after "black day" and "black shirt", i lay my bets that the last episode will be called "black star." because, of course.

still no red right hand. i've just started rewatching s5 and i noticed it's mostly not there either.

i didn't take notes for the first five minutes because I was too absorbed.

per his speech, i reckon i'd vote for tommy.

i really enjoy all of tommy's scenes with lizzie. although their relationship as a romantic pairing does feel like a financial transaction more than anything else, i do think they care about each other. i really enjoyed the way lizzie asked "do you feel this?" and how she commented he acts as though he's watching things through a screen. this season really feels like that, doesn't it?

“moral turpitude” is good name for a horse 🐎.

i'm still unclear as to tommy's relationship with the ira. do they work together? or does he work for them? the first scene in last week's ep seemed to imply that the ira had beat him and that he'd have to do their bidding now. i'm still mildly confused.

i don't know why but i really loved the diagetic train leitmotiv in the scene with the ira woman. the train that passes by and makes the glass rattle? we've never heard that in the garrison and i keep wondering if it might have been because tommy was always drunk and he never noticed?

talking about sound, aside from red right hand's absence, there's a distinct lack of "old school" peaky blinders tracks this season, and i reckon that's very intentional and significant. there was joy division last week, but that's about it. to note that anna calvi's cover of "ain't no grave" had become the new theme song - it's been in both episodes so far. from the bit of research i've done, it was in s5 as well.

tommy cites the bible now? now that's a new one.

we all know that ada is my favourite shelby brother - i really enjoyed that scene between her and tommy outside the garrison. i reckon that's probably the one and only time in the whole episode he actually told the truth to someone. they're really the only two left standing. her saying that she was "trying to be" polly made me sad.

there's another leitmotiv in peaky blinders (at least since s3), of "look at us! look at where we are/how far we've come." it obviously constantly asks the background question of: is this progress? does money/status make you happy? having this sort of moment in front of the garrison is, again, such a moment of brilliance in this show. it's this sort of: nothing's changed - but everything has changed moment between the two of them. the whole dialogue just broke me. “where are you tom? my big brother? do you even remember this place?” the whole thing about them carrying their father's bucket... him responding that they're "alive,” and her saying: "yeah, and you’re still looking for trouble big enough to kill you.” that was just - i've no words. 💔. i don't think ada's ever called him her "big brother" before, and it really broke my heart. especially after her saying he'd have to carry the bucket without her 🥺.

i'm not sure what to say about tommy's seizures apart from the fact that both instances were so. well. shot. and. edited. truly fantastic job.

i love how they’re revisiting all the old locations. alfie's warehouse and all. and i love how much darker and desolate it aesthetically looks now. the cinematography in this whole scene was through the roof.

"opera is fat people shouting" 😅

michael and gina are SO CRINGE. i feel like i have to physically recoil every time either of them are one screen.

tommy's white scarf look was 🥵🥵🥵🥵 was a bit sad when he gave it to arthur lol.

i adored that scene where they beat up the fascists, i've not seen enough people online comment on it. not only was the cinematography again through the roof, but i loved how arthur goes in, tommy steps away, changes his mind, comes back, rips the lads apart, and then goes about his business without a drop of blood on his suit 😆. the sport. this man is even more dangerous sober.

what the fuck was that look? i feel like it's the gina/mosley look all over again. so. much. speculation. will he sleep with diana? also, grace's breaths are back.

mosley's wife calling tommy sexist was lolz, but also strikingly reminded us of both polly and grace's absence. i couldn't help but think that had either of them been alive, they would have been part of that meeting, you know? it's not that he's sexist (in this instance at least), it's that he doesn't have any woman in his life he can trust with that kind of thing anymore. maybe ada? but obviously, she wouldn't want to be part of that. i know it was meant as a "funny" moment, but it just made tommy also look more alone.

as a side note, diana mitford and her family were the inspo behind bellatrix lestrange and black sisters, so here is another connection between hp and peaky - my life has come full circle!!!!!

i do love lizzie for both knowing when her presence is useless, but also knowing how to preserve her interests 😏. she may not be polly or grace, but she sure as hell can hold her ground in other ways.

i know everyone has been talking about that line where tommy says the last person he killed was himself, but one line that really struck me during the jack/tommy exchange (again - the ci-ne-ma-to-gra-phy in that scene 🤯) was this: "what made you angry?" jack nelson asks, and tommy says: "slowness in anything." i think that's such an interesting reflection on his character, and how we got to where we are since 1919.

i've also wrote this down: "every war hero i’ve ever met was someone who wanted to get themselves killed." i can't recall who says it, but i thought it was well put.

i think a lot of that 'one last deal' mentality in tommy, at the moment, isn't about money, or politics. i think it's about avenging polly. i think that just like he told michael, he's got a plan to avenge her death, and he won't rest until that's done. i think that's why he's so intent on the "one last time" rhetoric. although he might very much be lying to himself. i hope but don't think he'll ever really rest.

on that note, i've read online lots of people think tommy is going to die at the end. he could, but i don't think he will. he's tried dying before and it's never worked, i don't see why it would now.

regarding ruby, i just... i said last week that i didn't think/want her to die. i know literally everything is now pointing in that direction (especially with that snapshot of lizzie howling in the trailer at what very much looks like a gypsy funeral) but i don't know... i still hope not? our boy has lost polly, john, grace... i know he's a gangster and realistically these things happen but ruby was meant to bring life in this world, in s4, after so much death. i think he can survive pretty much everything, but the loss of a child... there's no coming back from that. if that's where the series is going, it's going to be so dark and grim - even i might not survive it.

i spent a very long time wondering whether he is calling esmé because she placed the curse, or because she could somehow lift it, before it occurred to me that there is no such thing as magic, ruby clearly has tuberculosis or something 😆. jokes aside, i don't know. tommy's view on religion is so complex. this is the man who clearly said in this very episode that he doesn't believe in god, and in s3 said "religion is just a foolish answer to a foolish question," and yet his belief in witchcraft seems unshakable. and, did anyone else notice how ruby's outbreaks seem to be coordinated with his seizures? is it a curse that's on him and impacting her? andisthereevenafuckingcursegoddamnitisthisallreal? 😭

generally, though, i really enjoyed this episode. it felt a lot less messy than episode one, and i feel like we did get some answers as to what/how tommy is doing. i also don't think i breathed the entire time, it really was a banger. i'm going to have to wait until monday night to watch next week's because i have a friend over on sunday night, so pray for me, haha.

#peaky blinders #series 6 #episode 2 #black shirt #thoughts #spoilers

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Mission Rescuing part 2

Jason swings his machete and Freddy dives to get out of the way. He then hits Jason in the back, but the giant doesn't even budge before turning around to face Freddy again.

" Jason ! It's me ! Freddy ! Your buddy !"

Freddy shouts, trying to snap the tall giant out of it.

But Jason doesn't seem to hear him as he picks him up and throws him harshly against a wall. Freddy has just the time to stand up again before being shoved across a window. Jason makes sure to smash all the windows with Freddy's body, using him as a ram head.

Freddy kicks him and sends him flying. Jason lands on the floor with a loud crash. Freddy pants heavily, exhausted as he gets up, having trouble remaining steady on his two feet. Jason stands up as well to stare blankly at Freddy, his machete still tight in his hold. Freddy spits out blood and glances up at Jason with a small grin.

" Sorry buddy..But I ain't dying today.."

He then swings his blades at him and manages to cut him deeply at the level of his torso. Jason takes a few steps back, but his healing powers allow him to stand straight once more. He charges at Freddy and tackles him to the ground. Freddy digs his blades into Jason's flesh and Jason grunts loudly in pain. You get up and run to stop them, but someone grabs your arms to throw you away. You end up on the floor, hitting the back of your head against the cold hard tiles. You feel dizzy, but can still make out the shadow of a man before you.

" B..Brahms ?"

But, he doesn't answer and kneels beside you to wrap his hands around your throat. He squeezes hard enough for you to see black spots at the corner of your eyes and you try to make him stop by scratching his hands and begging him, but words stay stuck in your throat as you try to breathe. He tightens his hold on you and, in one last attempt to save yourself, you punch him in the face and hear a loud crack. He finally releases you to cover his broken mask and whines. Your heart races as you quickly stand up to run away. You enter a closet and wait for Brahms to enter before jumping on your feet and sprinting out of the room to close the door behind you. The loud screams of frustration and the sound of his fists against the door makes you want to cry.

" Oh Brahms..What have they done to you ?"

But, you don't have the time to ponder more on that question as the door starts to split under Brahms' strength. You run towards Freddy and Jason that are still fighting and you see the both of them raising their weapon high in the air, ready to kill each other. You scream in a desperate attempt to stop them.

" No !"

However, just at that moment, you hear a loud cling and water breaks from the roof, flowing between them like an invisible wall. Jason instantly backs up, afraid of the water..Freddy smiles, but there is no sincerity behind it.

" Still afraid of water..Ain't that right, Jason ?"

Jason turns his hands into fists and growls menacingly at Freddy that only cackles mockingly in response.

" To think that big bad Jason would be afraid of a little water..But, I sure am grateful, wouldn't want to kill ma friend.."

The last word catches Jason's attention as he repeats, dumbfounded.

" F..Friend..?"

Freddy nods before smiling, this time genuinely.

" Sure are, big guy..Friends."

Jason lowers his machete for a second to stare at Freddy and, you can see that he is considering Freddy's words..However, before he could answer, a gun shot resonates and both slashers turn their heads towards the origin of the sound. Jason groans angrily and turns his body fully to face general McCain, his eyes seeing red as he starts to walk towards him. McCain seems to realize his mistake as he looks up at Jason with fear in his eyes.

" J..Jason..Please. Don't make me do this.."

He finally implores the slasher, not wanting to open fire on him. But Jason doesn't stop and, with a swing of his arm, throws McCain across the room. He wants to punch him, but McCain quickly dodges and Jason leaves a dent where McCain's head was..Liam rolls to the side, just as Jason was about to step on him and runs to jump on a nearby wall to get some impulse and jump even higher to wrap his arms around Jason's neck and use a knife to cut his throat open. Jason gurgles before falling to his knees and finally hitting the floor. You run to Jason and scream as you see his life leave his eyes little by little.

" No..Nonononono..Please, Jason. Open your eyes.."

You feel tears threatening to spill at the corner of your eyes, but a loud breaking noise makes you turn around. You see Brahms just as he sees Jason and, for a second, you can see his shock and then..He looks back at you, and all you can see is rage and hatred. He charges at you, but Freddy wraps his arms around him to stop him and McCain takes your hand to run out. Freddy takes a nearby water hose and uses it to tie up Brahms at an impressive speed. He then smirks at Brahms as the boy tries to get free with many grunts of effort.

" Sorry, doll face.."

He then runs out, leaving Brahms behind. Brahms looks up and sees the house collapse on him. As soon as you are out, McCain turns towards you and asks you with worry in his voice.

"Are you alright ?"

However, you quickly get out of his grip and yell.

" You could have saved them ! Why did you have to kill them ?!"

Freddy arks an eyebrow at you and McCain frowns his eyebrows in incomprehension.

" Kill ? Sweetheart..They're not dead. Far from it.."

It's your turn to frown in incomprehension as Freddy shows you something with his clawed finger. You turn around and hear something moving under the remains of the house. To your astonishment, you see Jason stand up, all traces of his previous wound gone. However, McCain takes your hand and shushes you. You reluctantly follow him in the woods, followed closely by Freddy. When you're far enough, you let go of McCain's hand to demand.

" Would someone explain to me what just happened ?!"

Freddy's eyes widen at your sudden raise of voice, but it's McCain that answers.

"Jason is a slasher. He's nearly indestructible. No human weapon can kill him.."

You frown in incomprehension and look at Freddy that shrugs before agreeing with him.

" It's true..Only a slasher can kill a slasher. But, human weapons can sure slow us down.. Especially when the person holding it doesn't fear us. However, McCain over here was very much afraid..So, yeah. Jason is alive, and so is doll face.."

You sit down on the floor, in shock.

" So..It's true..You really aren't human.."

Freddy frowns before huffing a laugh.

" Really ?! It took you all this time to figure that out ?! Jason survived a shower of bullets, Penny and Pennywise actually eat people, I have a skin so burnt that it would make any doctor declare that my survival is a miracle ! And during all this time, you still thought we were humans ?"

" I..I thought he had a bulletproof vest or something..Penny and Pennywise could have been cannibals. As..as for you, that you had a skin condition.."

You stammer. Freddy tilts his head to the side and suddenly, throws his head back to laugh out.

" I can't believe this ! A bulletproof vest ?! Cannibals ?! A f*cking skin condition ?! You spent more than a year with us, and you didn't figure it out until now ?!"

You hide your face in your arms out of embarrassment and McCain glares at Freddy before kneeling beside you and putting his hand on your shoulder compassionately.

" Don't worry, Y/N..It took me a while to get used to it as well. But, they're exactly the same as Norman..Did he never tell you ?"

Your eyes widen as you remember Norman..He always said that he was a slasher, but never truly explained to you what that meant, only that it was related to this urge to kill..However, you did find it weird how he didn't seem to age at all..Now, you know.

"Not to sound like an a**, but our friends are still out there, and I'm not sure I really want to face them again.."

Freddy says while looking around cautiously, his gloved hand raised in defense. You nod and you all start walking again, until you reach the road. You then see a car appear and recognize the Hargreeves' car. You get in just in time, as you see Jason and Brahms get out of the forest too. However, they don't advance, they just stare at you in the same creepy way and watch you leave before calmly getting back in the forest, like mindless puppets. The sight sends shivers down your spine alone.

" What happened ?!"

Tanya asks and you answer her in a whisper, staring at the spot Jason and Brahms disappeared as it shrinks to nothingness.

"They did it..They can control the slashers.."

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #brahms heelsire x reader #jason voorhees x reader #freddy krueger x reader #slashers au

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eryiss · 3 years

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Ship: Freed x Laxus

Rating: Teen

Prompt: Late Nights, Early Mornings.

Summary: Long distant relationships are difficult, made worse when it's between two men in different colleges. But Freed and Laxus will make it worse, and if secret phone calls late in the night are what's needed then that's what they'll do.

Notes: This was day three for my admissions to Fraxus Week. It's hosted by @fuckyeahfraxus, who you should check out for more Fraxus content.

Links: Event Masterlist ||| Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction

Four Ways to See the Dawn

Year: 1982

Location: Washington DC, USA

"Hey."

Laxus murmured the word, quietly fiddling with the cord to the phone as he glanced at the sleeping man in the other bed. The stranger seemed to be sleeping soundly, snoring without a care in the world, and so Laxus felt pretty confident that he had privacy. So long as he didn't make too much noise, he could speak without being overheard.

Good, this was going to work.

It wasn't ideal. It was nearing two AM, and Laxus had found himself fighting sleep as he'd waited for his roommate to pass out. The guy was apparently something of a party animal, and he was fully taking advantage of the many frat parties, drinking nights and mixers that filled the first weeks of college. Laxus had avoided them all – they were all too loud and rowdy for him – but he understood the appeal. He couldn't be angry that the man was so unpredictable; Bickslow would hardly know that he was stopping Laxus from his phone call with Freed, after all.

Freed didn't have the same problem. His college, which was half way across the country, didn't have roommates to worry about. He'd promised that he'd be waiting by the phone for him whenever he was ready to call, and he'd answered the moment Laxus had rung.

"You sound tired," Laxus teased. "Didn't wake ya, did I?"

"No, but it was close," Freed chuckled, and the sound was incredible. "I missed hearing your voice."

"Me too."

They'd promised themselves that, for the first two weeks, they wouldn't talk. College was a big thing, and they couldn't fuck it up, so decided they need to fully submerge themselves in college culture instead of becoming shut-ins who only spoke to one another. It was the right thing to do, they both knew it, but Laxus had been missing Freed's presence every day, and no amount of taster classes, tours around campus, and bottles of tequila would remove that.

Freed had always been there. They'd grown up on the same street, played on the same sports teams, and attended the same house parties. Jokes had been made that they were attached at the hip, and that they might as well be inseparable with how much time they spent together.

Laxus had to smirk at those jokes. If only they knew.

It had happened quite randomly, really. Laxus had broken his leg in the last year of high school, and he'd had to sit out on the final game in their baseball tournament. Freed had ended up hitting the home run that won their team the game, and had been rightly commended. Laxus had stumbled into the locker room on his crutches when everyone was left so he could congratulate the man in private. Freed had clearly noticed that Laxus was more melancholy that joyful, and forced Laxus to admit it felt shitty to miss the final game of his high-school career, even if they did win.

Freed had waited for a moment, thinking of what to say. Then, with his thigh resting against Laxus' non-broken leg, he quietly whispered 'I won it for you, you know. Not for the team.' The words were packed with years' worth of friendship and passion, and they were forever imprinted on Laxus' mind.

He'd kissed the man without thinking. Freed had kissed him back.

What followed was a summer of making out, going to the romantic spots around Magnolia under the pretence they were still just friends, and, on the last night before they left for college, they'd slept together for the first time. It had all been incredible.

But the summer had to end, and they could hardly keep going as they had. Magnolia was small, and their friendship was known well enough there for nobody to question how much time they were spending together. Now they lived in different states, a long and expensive train ride away from each other. The making out and the dates and the sex would have to stop, because it didn't make senses for it to continue. All they had left was quiet phone calls late at night where nobody could overhear them talking.

It wasn't perfect, but it was enough for now.

"You, erm, you done many classes yet?" Laxus asked, cringing at the awful question.

"No, they start on Monday," Freed answered, and shifted slightly. Laxus idly wondered if he were in his bed or not. Freed looked good in bed, curled up in a dressing gown with a book. If Laxus was there, he'd content himself by running his hand through his hair. "You?"

"A few taster things, just tryin' to find out what I wanna major in, y'know," Laxus all but scuffed his feet. He hadn't expected this to be this awkward. "Guess you don't have that problem."

"No," Freed agreed. He was training to by a surgeon, Laxus was at college mainly because he didn't know what else to do with his life. "How's your roommate?"

"He's good. A little weird but seems harmless," Laxus glanced at the sleeping man, who was stretched over his bed and drooling. "Seems to be out at parties most nights, so maybe I'll be able to call ya earlier in the night. Not force ya to stay up so late."

"It's worth it," Freed said without missing a beat. "I've missed you, Laxus."

"I missed you too," Laxus whispered.

Neither man spoke for a moment, and Laxus wished he knew what to say. He wished he had a ridiculous story of his fun, interesting college life that he could use to break that layer of awkwardness and entertain Freed with. But he'd done nothing; college was much less interesting than he had been led to believe. He couldn't think of a thing to say, and the electric humming of the phone was getting on his nerves.

Freed must have felt the same way, as Laxus could hear him fidgeting across the phone. Laxus wished he could just pull the man into his arms, as he often had in their quiet nights alone over the summer. But he couldn't. For months, he couldn't.

"It's gonna get easier, ain't it?" Laxus asked. "Doin' this?"

"It will," Freed said, and he sounded sure. "It'll take some time, but it will."

"Fuckin' better," Laxus mumbled more to himself than to Freed.

"It will," Freed repeated. "And thanksgiving is only a few months away, and we'll be able to see each other then."

"Guess so," Laxus nodded, trying to feel encouraged. "You still doing thanksgiving with me and Gramps?"

"If he'll still have me."

"He will," Laxus replied immediately, and then forced a smile onto his face. "And I promise it'll be more successful than last year."

"More successful? Is that possible?" Freed asked sarcastically, and Laxus chuckled.

"You saying that me and Gramps getting into a screaming match, the turkey ending up in the cat's litter tray, the two of us getting covered in cranberry sauce, and the neighbours making a noise complaint wasn't successful?" Laxus scoffed, smiling as he remembered the night the previous year.

He also remembered how, just before Freed drove back to his own home, he'd confessed that it was one of the most enjoyable thanksgiving's he'd had.

"You seem to not realise that, with long hair, pureed cranberries really have a lot of space to hide in," Freed chuckled. "A problem you don't seem to face."

"I'll aim for your face this year then," Laxus grinned.

"That's all I ask," Freed was grinning too, Laxus could hear it in his voice.

The situation wasn't immediately remedied, but they found themselves talking about the ridiculous shared moments they'd endured in Magnolia, and Laxus felt the awkwardness seeping away minute by minute. It was nowhere near as good as driving to the mountains, lying on his car's roof with Freed curled against him, but damn if it wasn't the best couple of hours he'd spent since arriving in Washington.

He didn't remember falling asleep, but he did remember waking up sometime later in the morning. The phone was clutched against his chest, the line dead, and the sunlight was fluttering under the curtains. He smiled privately, and closed his eyes, phone in hand.

---

"Freed, you okay? It's four in the mornin'?

"Hey. You're awake. Hi."

Laxus forced his eyes open, groggy and sleep deprived. He blinked a few times, sitting up. The ringing of the phone he'd just answered seemed to still be blaring in his mind, and the overly loud, inelegant words that his boyfriend had just near yelled into his ears made Laxus wince. It was nearly four thirty in the morning. Why the hell was Freed awake?

"Course I'm awake, phone's fucking loud," He complained, sitting up and leaning against the wall. "Why're you awake?"

"Ever and Mirajane," Freed said, as if that answered anything. Laxus waited a moment before he realised that was all Freed felt he needed to say.

"What about them?"

"I told them that it was my birthday tomorrow – or, well, it's today now, isn't it. But it was tomorrow when I told them. Well, technically it was yesterday when I told them, but in the context of me telling them about my birthday, my birthday was tomorrow, which is now today," Freed spewed the mess of words out, and Laxus could hear him frowning. "They said I needed to go out drinking. They wanted to take me out for my first legal drink."

"Yer turning nineteen, not twenty-one," Laxus deadpanned, though smirked.

"Oh yes, so I am," Freed was frowning. "I broke the law many times tonight then."

"Sounds like it," Laxus chuckled. "You only just gettin' in? It's pretty late. Or early, I guess."

"No, we left the club at about one. We've been in the dorms for a few hours, Cana knows someone who can get us beer cheap, so we kept going. Someone made me brownies, but I wasn't allowed to eat them because apparently they had pot in them, so Mirajane slapped the guy and said she'd report him to campus security because we only found out when Jet and Droy started talking about the walls having a face," Freed laughed heartily, and Laxus smiled, imagining the man's expression as he did so. "Why do people always put weed into brownies? It's so overdone. Why do you never hear of a pot carrot cake or banana loaf?"

"Brownies are easy to make, I guess," Laxus grinned.

This was uncharted territory for Laxus. Freed wasn't exactly a total rule follower, but his parents were strict and so alcohol was something he'd never risked. Laxus had always wondered what a drunk Freed would be like. Apparently, he rambled and was happy. It was a nice side of him to hear.

"You think brownies are harder than a banana cake? You know nothing about baking," Freed laughed at him, and Laxus smirked. "Do I have time to bake a pot filled gateau, do you think? It might make mother's book club interesting at last."

"Don't spike your ma with drugs Freed," Laxus instructed, and Freed laughed.

"Yes, it sounds bad put like that," Freed agreed. He was quiet for a moment, and Laxus heard the sound of something hitting the floor. Perhaps one of his boots, given the clunk. Laxus had become something of an expert at figuring out what Freed was doing by the sounds he made. "It'd serve them right. Rather see you than them."

"Come on Freed," Laxus sighed. "They're your parents, they wanna see you."

"Well they didn't on parents' weekend, or at thanksgiving, so why now?" Freed huffed, fabric shifting now. He was probably getting into bed. "They're taking me to dinner, and I saw the place. It's got five stars, Laxus. That means it'll be stifled and pretentious. They won't know what to say to me, so we'll just eat in silence and we'll all want it to end because we know we don't have anything in common and they're only coming because it'll look bad if they don't," Laxus wished he could deny the claim, but he knew Freed's parents and that was probably true. "Would've rather gotten the train to Washington so I could see you."

"Shouldn't I be coming to yours?" Laxus asked, trying to change the subject to something less maudlin. "It's your birthday."

"You saw my campus when you drove us home," Freed dismissed, and Laxus supposed he had. They'd driven back to Magnolia together for some time alone, as Laxus passed Freed's college on the drive back. "It's my turn to see your place. Your classrooms, your student lounge," He paused, and was clearly smirking when he spoke again. "Your bed."

"My bed, huh?" Laxus smirked. "What were you gonna-"

Laxus would have continued, but an airborne pillow slammed into his face. It took his sleep-lagged brain a moment to understand what had happened, and he slowly looked towards his glaring, very much awake roommate. He probably should have realised that the phone would have woken them both up, not just Laxus.

They looked at each other for a moment, Bickslow unblinking. Laxus wanted to speak, but no words came, and Bickslow was the one to fill the silence.

"Look, you know I'm cool with you two being together. Probably been to more of the marches than either of you two, so be as gay as you wanna be," Bickslow's voice was croaky and hoarse. "But don't phone fuck when I'm in the room. It's just bad manners."

"We weren't gonna-" Laxus cut himself off. He couldn't be sure of his words, so instead he said a guilty, "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Bickslow shrugged. "Just give me my pillow back and we'll call it even."

Laxus did as he was told, and Bickslow took it, hooked it around his head so it covered his ears, and turned to lie facing the wall. It was as close to privacy they could get in the small room without either of them leaving, and Laxus appreciated the action. When he spoke again, his voice was more of a gentle whisper.

"You should probably get to sleep," He instructed, and grinned when he heard a yawn overpowering his words. "Make sure you drink water before you crash, okay? And don't bother with yer classes, you'll either still be drunk or too hungover to take anything in."

"Yes, I suppose I will be," Freed agreed. "I'll call you once my parents leave."

"Okay," Laxus nodded. "Happy birthday, baby."

"Thank you," Freed said softly. "Goodnight. Love you."

"Love you too."

Laxus hung up the phone, curled himself back under his covers and closed his eyes. Just as he was about to sleep, he heard the grinning words of his roommate as he said, 'you two are so damn cute.' Laxus' retort of 'fuck you' was only slightly less threatening because of the smile he couldn't shake, and the yawn he couldn't hold back.

---

"Don't talk, I need to say something."

"Laxus? What's wrong?"

Laxus was jittery. He'd been jittery all day. He'd had nervous energy throughout the night, and it kept waking him up and he did whatever he could to get to sleep but nothing had worked, and he'd found himself stressed, awake and jittery. He couldn't stop moving. Couldn't stop bouncing his leg or taping his fingers or flexing his arms because he needed to do something with this energy, but he didn't know what.

At six AM, after a night of awful, interrupted sleep, he'd decided enough was enough. He'd changed into running gear, pulled out his Walkman and stormed from his dorm room. He'd ran for however long, and yet the jitteriness didn't go. If anything, it made things worse.

Calling Freed had been a last resort.

He hadn't returned to campus yet, instead finding a phone booth to climb into. It had started to rain as he'd run, and he was dripping wet as he rang Freed's number. The cold and the wet were the last things on his mind. He just needed to get on the call with Freed, just needed to hear that thing's would be okay and that he was making a big deal out of nothing. Freed was a smart guy, and he wouldn't bullshit Laxus about important things. No; Freed would make things okay.

"Dad's court case was moved forward," Laxus spluttered before he could stop himself.

It was supposed to be in the autumn. It was supposed to be months away. That would give Laxus time to prepare himself, to know what he was going to say. To get out of his own head so that he could focus on taking the bastard to jail. It was not supposed to be next damn week!

Laxus was a character witness. In the trial itself, he wasn't all that important, but he knew that the media would love to know what he thought about his father. Ivan was a well-known businessman, and his scandal had been national news. He'd made many enemies over his years working, and people were relishing in his downfall. Everyone wanted to hear how not only was Ivan a bad businessman, but a bad father too. Laxus wasn't ready for the attention, he wasn't ready for anything.

Freed took a moment to think before he replied.

"Where are you?" He asked. "Are you in your dorm? I can hear the rain."

"Erm, no," Laxus shook his head, looking around. "I'm near a park. Not sure where."

"Right," Freed murmured. "What do you need me to do?"

"I need," Laxus faltered.

He needed to be told that everything was okay. That the court case would just be a single day in his life, and he could get past it and move on. He needed to hear Freed saying that he would get past this, and that his life would return to normal. He needed to see Freed's warm smile, the one he seemed to show only to Laxus. He needed…

"It's nothing. Sorry if I woke you."

"Go back to your dorm, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"What?"

"The trains start running early. I can probably be at yours by ten," Freed mused aloud. "I want you to go back and try to sleep. You mentioned that Bickslow has hypnosis tapes he uses to sleep, borrow one."

"Freed, you don't need to come here," Laxus tried to argue, though he didn't want to. "You don't have the money."

"I'll find it," Freed dismissed. "The next train leaves at seven, I believe. I'll be on it."

"Freed."

"Laxus."

Anyone who thought that Laxus was the more stubborn one out of the two of them clearly didn't know Freed.

"You really don't need to come," Laxus whispered, the rain pounding on the small box he sheltered in. "I'll be fine."

"You deserve to be better than fine, Laxus," Freed whispered back.

Silence hung on the line, and at that moment Laxus' world only persisted of the small phonebooth, the rain clattering down on it, and the man on the other end of the phone. He closed his eyes, clenched them shut, and tried to focus on the soft sound of Freed's breathing. Freed was coming. He was coming to make things better. As much as Laxus wanted to protest more, because Freed couldn't afford it and he was going to miss his classes, he just wanted his boyfriend in his arms. He just wanted him there.

"Are you sure?" He asked in a shaking sob.

"Of course," Freed assured him. "Go back to your room and sleep, I'll be there soon."

Laxus did indeed return to his room. He showered off the rainwater, ignored Bickslow's questions as to what happened, and curled up into bed. The white noise tape that Bickslow gave him cleared his mind, and as he assured himself that the clump of blanket he was clinging to would soon be replaced with Freed, he felt everything become just a little more manageable.

---

Sun hit Laxus' face, a gentle warmth that woke him up. He smiled as it happened.

A roadside motel was hardly the most comfortable place to wake up, but Laxus couldn't think of anywhere better to be at that time. No amount of bitter coffee, cramped showers, awful breakfasts, and itchy sheets would stop that. Not when he was waking up with Freed in his arms.

It was Freed's graduation day, the final nail in the coffin of their shared college experiences. Once today had finished, there would be no more dorm rooms, no more phone calls, no more long distance. They just needed to get through the ceremony, and they would be free to spend as much time as they wanted together, without the looming dread of being split apart by the oncoming semester that had previously seemed ever present.

It was over. They were done with college and free to love each other fully and wholly.

They'd found an apartment they could afford. They'd gotten an odd look when their realter had seen two men wanting to live in a cramped, one bedroom apartment, but they didn't care. Three years split apart was over, and they felt they deserved their own place no matter what other people thought about it. They'd more than paid their dues in being apart; they were owed time, and a home, together.

It worked out well. Freed's career meant he needed to continue studying, and he'd found placement in a hospital on a partial scholarship in New York. Laxus, over his time in college, had decided sports journalism was where his passion lay, and he'd been shortlisted for multiple internships in the city. It was all perfect.

Speaking of perfect, Freed made a small mewling sound as he woke.

"Mornin'," Laxus smiled.

"Morning," Freed croaked. He leant up and pressed his lips against Laxus', resting against his body. "You're awake early."

"Excited to see you get yer degree," Laxus shrugged.

"Excited to see me leaving the dorms, more like," Freed chuckled, resting his head against Laxus' chest.

"Can you blame me?" Laxus asked as he ran a hand down Freed's side and kissed his crown.

"Not at all," Freed hummed, contentedly.

Laxus hummed, watching as the new morning sun filled the room. Flashes of a future where this would be his every morning, where Freed would always fall asleep in his arms and wake up beside him. Freed would be his, and he would be Freed's, as they were always supposed to be.

Their love story was quiet, made up of fleeting moments and late-night phone calls. Not the stuff of fairy tales, but, for them, perfect.

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❛ JUST ONE SECOND ❜

with Creeper Vargas.

Request: Holà! Do you mind to write something about Creeper ? This guys needs more love ! 😍 Maybe reader & Creeper are already in relationship. And Reader is firefighter & Creeper and Crew see her during intervention? And he can be very scared for her or very excited? Ending with smut ? 🙈🔥 If u don't want or can't.... That's totally fine 😊❤

BY ANON

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT and Creeper trying to be romantic.

Word count: about 2.9k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @angels-reyes.

Masterlist.

You can’t lie. The fire warning from a location close to Vicki’s house surprised you. In less than fifteen seconds you are already wearing the heavy equipment, ready to drive the fire truck through the border of Santa Madre, crossing it by the private door you have to avoid the fact to wait for other cars to step aside and let you pass them away. The sirens can be heard all around the mexicali dessert, speeding up as soon as you see the smoke screen close to Riz’s lands, with furious engulfing blazes burning down a whole house. The police patrols are leading you the road, having to overtake them because of their low velocity. That doesn’t help you, and your boss shouting at you to do it either. Stopping the wheels dead with a dry noise, you all jump out of the heavy vehicle under the attentive looks of the neighbors. But you can’t think about it, about their whispers, not about the guys looking at you from Vicki’s porch. You’re too busy hearing the orders while García helps you to wear the equipment and the helmet covering your head completely. A house. Two floors. One garage. Kitchen, bathroom and living room in the first one. Three dorms, two bathrooms and a built-it closet in the hallway. A woman screaming through the second window on the top floor at your left.

Your legs move faster than ever, as they trained you for years. You’re leading the team, organizing where they must go. Two men on the first floor. Two women and you on the second one, while the other four are outside trying to set off the burning with the hoses from the truck. Whenever you cross a door, it’s like coming into hell. The heat is scorching. You can feel how your body melts because of it, going upstairs and controlling the fire around you to not get fucked up by an unexpected flame. The doors are closed, grabbing the axe on your back to hit the center of them, so the rooms can breathe a little. Knowing by that technique where the fire originated. The color of the smoke says a lot about it. The blacker, the closer you are to the epicenter.

“BE FUCKING HURRY, TEAM! THIS SHIT IS GONNA FALL DOWN!” You scream, as loud as your throat let you, while they begin to explore the dorms.

It’s easy to find the mother and her children, feeling some water refresh your equipment when you get closer to a window. You’re always the last one to go downstairs, making sure no one else is there. Through the walkie you can hear your boss shouting at you to go out, before the house gets destroyed. The water is not helping to turn off the fire. But when you’re about to do it, you hear a high-pitched cry coming from the built-it closet. Closed. With all your force, you hit the doorknob to break it and open it. A small dog jumps into you, scared, crying and moving his tale. A mix of emotions that you’re fast to deal with. Leaving the axe on the floor, you open your jacket to tuck him under it, zipping it again to protect him from the flames. He’s not going to die there, and later you will figure out why he was locked down inside a wardrobe. Running again towards the stairs, you have to throw yourself back when a roof wooden beam falls over them, covered into flames. Just one second. You have just one second to go backwards, disconnecting from the world, from the screams of your boss, from the screams of your mates calling you through the walkie. Just one second to remember where the whiter smoke was. Just one second that can cost your life if you don’t act quickly. You’ve been in worse shit than this. Fuck, you will adopt that cute puppy that just in one second stole your heart. And you smile at him, just one second.

Turning around above the heavy boots, you run to the second dorm kicking the door to come in. The flames are burning down the walls, leaving enough space to reach the window. Hitting the glass with your elbow to break it, you stick your head out.

“BRING THE BLANKET! BRING THE FUCKING BLANKET!”

As soon as your team finds you, they run to the fire truck to grab a big blanket to positionate themselves under the windows, stretching it high enough to jump onto it. You take just one second to surround your chest with both arms, holding the dog tightly under your grip, before placing a leg over the frame to boost yourself out. In the fall, you turn your body to give them your back. You can feel the animal stirring scared under your arms, hugging him a little more, until bouncing twice on it. Your team helps you to get up when they leave you on the floor, unzipping your jacket to calm the dog crying, under the claps and the cheerings of the viewers there as if it was a fucking tv show. No, that’s not Chicago Fire mexicali version. That's real life, where you can die in just one second.

Your girls from the hospital unit grab the dog to put him in an air mask, checking that he’s okay while you take off the equipment with some help. Your boss spills a water bottle over you, when you are already off from the uniform to refresh your skin and your face.

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING ABOUT, (Y/N)?!”

“I COULDN'T LEAVE HIM THERE! WHY THE FUCK HE WAS LOCKED DOWN?”

You try to find the family between the patrols, the gossips and your team. But before you can find them being assisted by the paramedics, you find the crew. They’re assorted looking at you and, among them, Creeper on the brink of collapse. His face is the last thing you see before falter to the ground, with your heartbeat over the sky.

You have a deep breath, taking off the mask that covers your face, coughing and puking some salive over the edge of the hospital bed. Bewildered and stunned you try to focus your gaze, hearing a lot of voices like far echoes. The light is blinding you, putting a hand on your eyes and shaking your head, while the calls get clarified, finally hearing your name. A doctor takes off your hand to cheek your pupils and your throat. Apparently, you swallowed too much smoke and that provoked you to faint. You can hear how he talks with some men, assuring them that you’re okay and that you just need to rest.

“My mo-mouth… tastes like… ugh, shit”. You cough again, feeling some pain doing it. “Tastes like a fucking… ashtray”.

The soft laughs flood the room, opening slightly your eyes enough to see your boss, Bishop, Marcus and Creeper close to the bed. Your boyfriend sits on the edge, holding your hands and leaning forward to kiss your forehead, pulling away some bristles of your hair.

“Damn, mami… You scared the shit outta me…” He whispers with a low broken thread of voice.

“I bet you… were… fe-feeling hotter th-than that house, watching me in… action”. You mutter between some more coughs.

“(Y/N), how do you feel?” Carlos, your boss, comes closer to caress your left cheek.

“Ready to… work tomorrow, jefe”.

“Yeah, fuck you, (Y/N)”. He replies breaking into laughs. “I will sign your withdrawal for some days. Rest as much as you can, arai’?”

“Yes, daddy, I’ll… be a go-good girl”. You joke with him, before seeing him leave the room to keep your mates informed.

“Do you need anything, querida?”

“Nah, Bish… I’m just tired”. You answer trying to get up on your forearms with Creeper helping you to lie somewhat comfy. “Where’s the dog?”

“Frankie is taking care of him in the station, until you get out. He thought that maybe you wanted to adopt him”.

Your eyes go up to your boyfriend, twisting his neck assorted on caressing your hands.

“Neron?”

“Hm…?” Shaking his head, he comes back to the real world. “Yeah… Yeah, sure. We can bring him with us”.

“We will let you rest, mija”. El Padrino narrows one of your feet, sending you a kiss through the air before leaving the room and closing the door.

“You okay?” You ask then, coupling your body among Creeper's arms.

“You know…” The half mexican clicks his tongue, accommodating his head on the pillow lying down. “I like your job, it's cool and you save lives, but… I've never seen you working and that… shit really scared me, baby. Seeing you jump outta the window, the explosion after that…”

“Wait. What explosion?”

“You were leaving in the ambulance when it happened, I saw it through ma' mirror”.

“Aw, you were following me like a doggy?” You tease him hugging his back, and pecking his face.

“Shut up, crazy bitch… I was fuckin' worried thinking I've lost you”.

“Nah… not until you… motherfucker… ask me to marry you”. Pointing his chest with your forefinger, chuckling, you highlight every word. “Then, I can die”.

“Ain't gonna propose to you to keep you alive”. He says laughing, while you hit his chest with pursed lips. “I fuckin' love you, mami. If I lose you, I die”.

“Now you know how I feel every time you leave our home, Creeper”.

“Yeah, okay, but do you love me too or what? I'm trying to be fuckin' romantic”.

You laugh again between some coughs, covering your mouth with a hand.

“Let me show you how much, papi”. You mutter raising a leg over his waist, to push him closer.

“No, no, no… We ain't gonna fuck here”. He breaks into laughs, trying to survive to your puppy eyes. “Shit, no. Someone could enter…”

“And, what? I was about to die, they will understand it”. You sob trying to pity him.

“You can make any efforts”. He says pulling away your leg, but it comes back holding him tighter.

“Touch me at least… C'mon, Neron… please…”

“Baby, stop moving!” You can't help but rub your body against his, complaining with some noises.

“C'mon… Just a little… please”.

“Bab—”.

“C'mon! You know you will end up doing it…”

“Fuck… I fucking hate you, bitch”.

“Okay, douchebag, I get it. But touch me”. You beg him biting his lower lip.

“If you feel like you're dro—”.

“Fucking touch me, Neron”.

The man laughs softly, moving his hand on your waist down to your pelvis, tucking it under the green pants of the hospital. Creeper has the other arm surrounding your neck, while your fingers get tangled in his shirt as he's closer. His fingertips tour the fabric of your panties, pressing the center slightly moistened, licking your lips with his tongue before kissing you. Lying a little on the mattress, your boyfriend accommodates himself over one of his sides while you curl your right leg.

“Don' fuckin' scare me again, ah?” He whispers onto your lips, with his dark eyes fixed on yours. You just nod leaving a short kiss on his lips.

When you feel one of his fingers easily sliding into you, you can’t help but have a breath biting your lip. He does it slowly, enjoying every gesture on your face, pulling it back with the same pace to thrust you again. He’s torturing you, and you know it, as if it was a punishment for worrying him. But soon, his hand begin to move somewhat faster, containing some moans to avoid being heard by the doctors and the patients that walk through the hallway. Creeper loves when you fuck in public, hiding from the rest, and you have to try to be the most silent possible. Your hands press his head when he strokes your needy clit, gasping straight to his lips and closing your eyes for some seconds. Now it feels better than ever, having thought just for one second that it wouldn’t happen again.

“Do you think you can have another finger, ah?”

“Shit, yes, Creep'”.

A fleeting smile appears on his mouth, pounding you without expecting to be this fast. You have to collide your lips against his when you experiment that pleasure, bringing his hand to your limits, to drown a delighted scream. You're so wet that he can drown them inside your pussy without doing any efforts, fucking you as you begged some seconds ago. The fact that you can be caught for a nurse and that he's constantly drinking your gestures, maintaining your gaze with his, makes you feel out of control moving your waist against his hand.

“Fuck, papi…”

“You want a third?” He asks with his voice getting somewhat hoarsely.

“Please… Please”. You whisper with some difficulties because of your breath.

“Enjoy it, mami”.

The third finger gets digged into you harder, covering your mouth with a hand that your boyfriend slaps and takes to the back of his head.

“You asked for, carry with consequences”. He growls speeding up the moves of his wrist.

“Fuck, Neron…” You cry resting your forehead on his over the pillow. “Make me cum, please… I need you to do it”.

The half mexican kisses you, tucking his tongue inside your mouth in a filthy kiss, desperate for finding yours and mixing your salivas. One of the things he loves the most is when you beg him, being at the edge of the orgasm and spreading your legs for him, to do with you whatever he wants.

“Not yet, baby”. He denies shaking his head and pulling away his hands from your pants.

“'Fuck you doing, Neron?” You complain frowning, out of air. “If you don't finish, I'm gonna rip off every tat—”.

“Pull off your clothes”. He interrupts you chuckling, and grabbing your throat with his wet fingers.

Arching your back and sliding the pants and the panties through your legs, he helps you with the horrible green shirt.

“Open your legs”.

“Wh—”.

“(Y/N), open your legs”. He demands squeezing one of your thighs.

At the moment you obey, he settles himself between them crawling down your stomach without taking off his eyes from you. Sitting up on your forearms, lying against the bed backrest, Creeper sinks his face in your wet pussy sucking your clit in the meantime you place your legs over his shoulders. If there is something he does like a master is eating you out. His tongue toures your entrance and your clit with passion, pounding you with the same three fingers that started that game of being silent. He knows well what you like, how you like it and where he has to press to make you cum.

You can't help but place both hands on his head, caressing his back with your shaky legs, putting you closer from the ecstasy by hitting your g-spot with his long fingers. A soft moan escapes inevitably from your throat when his free hand finds your breasts, pinching one of your nipples, massaging and squeezing it brisling every inch of your skin. Your eyes are on him, watching how much he is enjoying pleasing you, but controlling your breathing to not make you cough. If you do it, he will stop and you will be lost. But you're okay. More than okay. His warm mouth devouring you is like touching the sky, the effort he makes to tease you and make you cry out his name, wanting someone to hear you. But you're an expert. He has done it a lot of times and you always win.

“I'm so close, papi…” You mutter with a trembling voice, arching slightly your back, when his fingers go harder and faster nailing in your wetness.

And it doesn't take you much more, covering your mouth with both hands and closing your eyelids, drowning his full name on your palms. Creeper pulls out his fingers, nailing both hands on your thighs, drinking your juices desperate to taste you until your body can't fight anymore against his lips sucking you out.

“Fuck, baby”. He says after leaving a last lick all over your pleased pussy with the full extension of his tongue, crawling up to your mouth while your legs get intertwined with his. “You're my favorite meal”.

“I want you to fuck me, please”. You beg him between some kisses, trying to recover the air. “I can feel you… so fucking hard, Neron…”

“Not until we're home”. He rejects you wrapping your body with both tattooed arms. “For the moment, settle for this”.

“Papi…”

“No”. He repeats biting your lower lip, rubbing the rigid fabric of his jeans against your wet core, making you moan again.

“You're wanting it as bad as I want it”.

“I just want you to get better. Then, I'll fuck my future wife all the time she asks me for”.

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tsrookie · 3 years

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Alright, so today’s the three-year anniversary of Reputation a.k.a the greatest album of all time, my baby, the light of my life, the album that deserved a Grammy (trying desperately not to think about the scene from Miss Americana😭), the album that introduced us to the most beautiful couple ever, the album that shut Kimye up, and I better stop now, or else I’m not gonna shut up.

So in honour of this momentous occasion (and the fact that I reached 200+ followers! Thank you so much you guys!🥺 Love you all 3000💙), here’s a loooooong post on why Reputation is the Ethan and MC album.

1. ...Ready For It?

No one has to know

Throwback to MC saying the exact same words back in Miami.

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

You should see the things we do, baby, mmm

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

I know I'm gonna be with you

So I take my time

Remember back when MC asked for Ethan to get into bed right away during their first time? Ethan told them that he had dreamt about the moment for months, so he wasn’t going to rush it.

2. End Game

Big reputation, big reputation

Ooh you and me would be a big conversation

These two dating would be the talk of the hospital, and they know it.

Even when we'd argue, we don't do it for long

And you understand the good and bad, end up in the song

For all your beautiful traits, and the way you do it with ease

For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities

Think these lines are pretty self-explanatory😌

I hit you like bang

We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't

*gets war flashbacks of the ‘reset’ phase*😭 They tried to make it work, but we all know how Ch 8 of book 2 went😌

I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me

Perfect for our chaotic MC😌

3. Don’t Blame Me

Do I... really have to explain this one?

For you, I would cross the line

I would waste my time

I would lose my mind

They say she's gone too far this time

Do we need a recap of our rule-breaking MC?

And baby, for you, I would fall from grace

Just to touch your face

If you walk away

I'd beg you on my knees to stay

He was willing to risk his (mostly) rule-abiding reputation for being with MC. And there’s no way he wouldn’t beg for MC not to leave him if he ever screwed up🤷‍♀️

4. Delicate

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

Ethan stood by MC’s side throughout the Ethics hearing, when her reputation was completely smeared, and people only saw her as a patient murderer. He didn’t know about the sabotages, but he would’ve definitely supported her if he had known.

We can't make

Any promises now, can we, babe?

Commitment-phobia🙃

Sometimes I wonder when you sleep

Are you ever dreaming of me?

Sometimes when I look into your eyes

I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

They spent so much of time apart, not able to be with each other, so the least they could do was dream of being with each other all the time.

5. So It Goes (an underrated af bop)

What can I say... it’s a sex song, okay? Don’t make me go into the details😂 Just listen to the lyrics, and all will be clear.

6. Gorgeous (Tumblr won’t let me put any more links)

MC’s eternal anthem to Ethan.

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine

You've ruined my life, by not being mine

We all know Ethan loves Whiskey, and the second line? C’mon!

You're so gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But, what can I say?

You're gorgeous

Ethan Ramsey is famous for two reasons. One: his smart brain, I guess😒 Two: HIS LOOKS!!! HE’S GORGEOUS, AND DON’T DENY IT.

And you should think about the consequence

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room (dark room, dark room)

Ah, the olden days of hand holding in the diagnostics office🥺

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

No explanation required.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah

There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad

The wonderful will-they-won’t-they saga. The frustrating hot-and-cold behaviour. The ‘We can’t’, ‘It’s unethical’ and ‘It’s complicated’. MC deserves an award for her patience😓

7. King Of My Heart

I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own

I made up on my mind, I'm better off bein' alone

Ethan ‘I don’t believe in soulmates and nobody’s waiting at home’ Ramsey.

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

This could be from both Ethan and MC’s perspectives. The love they share isn’t something that you get easily. It’s something that MC has waited for her whole life, and something Ethan never knew he needed, but now can’t live without🥺

Late in the night, the city's asleep

Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

Change my priorities

The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

This was definitely Ethan throughout book 2, after he finally gave in. He let go of his previous rules and regulations, especially during the time of the attack. He was clearly affected, and once MC was alright, his main priority was her, and her alone.

Is the end of all the endings?

My broken bones are mending

With all these nights we're spending

Ethan’s been burnt a lot in the past. But all those wounds are now healing thanks to MC.

Up on the roof with a school girl crush

Drinking beer out of plastic cups

They act like lovesick teenagers around each other, like, that’s literally their description if you choose to kiss Ethan for the first time in Chapter 14 of book 2!😅

Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff

Baby, all at once, this is enough

We all know about his initial fear of his mother reaching out to him for the sake of his money. To him, MC not talking advantage of him is a pretty big deal, even though it’s never mentioned. You just know, you know?🥺

8. Dancing With Our Hands Tied

My, my love had been frozen

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

Again, Ethan doesn’t have the best experience with love. But MC changed that.

I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted

This could go both ways, cause they’re both piping hot messes😬 (but love each other anyway🥺)

The rest of this song could have made so much more sense for them if we had gotten some sort of a secret relationship storyline. But oh well, I’m definitely not complaining about the gala😌 (and definitely not believing any of the supposed cancelled storylines)

9. Dress

Our secret moments

In a crowded room

They got no idea

About me and you

I mean... pretty obvious😌

Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me

And I woke up just in time

Now I wake up by your side

My one and only, my lifeline

This is practically Ethan’s train of thought, and you can’t convince me otherwise.

As for the rest of the steamier lyrics... I’ll um... let you guys listen to it yourselves😁

10. Call It What You Want

I wrote an entire fic inspired by this song, so excuse me for the shameless self-promo, but go give it a read?🥺👉👈(totally fine if you don’t! I’ve probably made so many posts about this song that y’all know the meaning anyway😅)

11. New Years Day

Don't read the last page

But I stay when you're lost and I'm scared and you're turning away

I want your midnights

But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

MC has always stayed by Ethan’s side, even when he’s pushed her away. These lines perfectly explain how she wants his worst times, and his best, the midnights they spend staying up together, and the moments where it’s just the two of them, when everyone else has left, like the aftermath of a New Years party (still mad at the fact that we didn’t get to see the gang celebrate New Year together😭)

I'll be there if you're the toast of the town babe

Or if you strike out and you're crawling home

The above explanation for these lines as well.

Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

Becoming strangers to each other would be their worst nightmares. Knowing that the other was out there in the world somewhere, but not being in their lives would kill them.

You and me forevermore

These two are each other’s soulmate, they know it, even if they haven’t said it yet. Forever wouldn’t be enough for them to shower each other with they love they hold for each other. But it’s a good start.

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If you guys made it this far, then I honestly love you more than words can ever express🥺💙 Thanks for putting up with my Swiftie-Directioner-Ethan stan ass, cause I dunno if I’d ever be able to handle someone like myself. And if you read all the above stuff, then I hope you wanna know why this album means so much to me.

Reputation is perceived as a dark album, when in reality it’s truly about finding love amongst all the noise. This album, and Taylor and Joe’s story, taught me what true love actually is, and Ethan and MC cemented that. This album and these two couples (quite literally) saved my life.

The most beautiful part about both these relationships is that even though they never showed it openly, for the sake of their relationships, both Ethan(in the story) and Joe stood by the side of the one’s they loved, despite half of the people who they knew hating on them, or betraying them. And I think that’s what’s truly important. Forming a true relationship like that, be it platonic or romantic, is long lasting, and I hope everyone finds those kind of people to fill their hearts with. Sending much love, and sorry for being a huge sap😅💙

Tagging a couple of my Swiftie homies: @swiftlydarcy @nikki-2406 @dxnicaramsey @kaavyaethanramsey @caseyvalentineramsey @drariellevalentine @justanotherrookie

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dancing-the-hellfire-rumba · 4 years

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Like Chardonnay, Get Better Over Time

Pairing: Sam x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Dean’s a bit of a sleazy brotherly scumbag, implied smut.

A/N: I guess I’m back to writig fanfic? What?

This was inspired by THIS imagine from @luci-in-trenchcoats ! Thoughts?

As soon as she’d heard both boys were leaving the bunker, she knew she could finally take the time to properly do the self care she was in dire need of. After two months of hunting, and research, and hunting, with barely a couple of hours of sleep between each, finally she has some downtime, completely alone, for just a bit. It’s time for her to pull out the big guns.

Steam is fogging up the mirror in the showers as she slips out, feet bare and pruned from the time spent under the water, legs newly shaved. With her hair still wet, she pulls on a pair of underwear and one of Sam's biggest flannels, cotton soft on her skin. Dean doesn’t care much for quality in his clothes, he buys any shirt he likes the color of. Sam on the other hand… Sam gets the good quality stuff, true cotton, thick and warm, as a reminder that he can make his own decisions and isn’t forced to buy everything from rushed trips to Target anymore.

The rings in her fingers shine a little under the lights as she folds the sleeves of the flannel right above her elbows, and pulls her hair in a quick French braid, so they'll be curly when dry.

As much as Y/n loves Dean's cassette tapes and classic rock tunes, sometimes- just sometimes- she'll admit to liking some newer, more dancey songs, stuff that's pop and upbeat. It's something she'll be judged for under the elder Winchester's roof, so she usually listens to it with earbuds shoved deeply in her ears, and a quiet bob of her head. Now, though, alone in the bunker, it's a unique chance, and she'll be damned if she doesn't fucking take it.

Feet in fluffy socks, she runs to the war room, pulls out her phone and sets the volume as high as it can go, dancing to a Lizzo song, because she likes her, and there's nothing more to it. She doesn't have to explain herself to anyone. Yeah. She feels a little sentimental, because she knows her grandfather was quite the dancer, and it's been a while since she's thought of him. She misses him, so she dedicates a spin or two to him, and continues belting lyrics at the top of her lungs.

Juice ain't worth the squeeze,

If the juice don't look like this!

It took a while to love herself, and if any song brings that confidence to the surface, it's gotta be that one.

Feeling happy, and comfortable in her own skin, she jumps on the map table and waves her hands in the air. It's not the most graceful she can be, but she doesn't much care for looking good, as much as feeling herself, and catching every beat with a swing of her hips, a wink to no one in particular. In fact, this feels good enough to open a button or two in her flannel, just for herself, because feeling this free is such an incredible and rare feeling.

She loses count of the songs, but it's near the first ten or so when the last one ends, and she stops, smiling to take a breath, halting as she spots none other than a young Winchester. Hair neatly pulled behind his ears, arms crossed over his torso, leaning against the door frame, with that gorgeous, proud smile of his. She pants, grinning wide and willing herself not to feel self conscious, because whatever the case, no matter how ridiculous she may have looked, she'd had her fun, and that was that.

"I guess you're back then. Supply run went well?" Sam shakes his head, still smiling.

"Wow," he tells her, eyes scanning her from head to toe, like she's the most beautiful thing in the room, like nothing else could hold his attention quite like the rebellious strands escaping from her braid, the folded sleeves, the bare legs in fuzzy socks. He pushes off the door frame and starts walking towards her. "Just wow," no sarcasm in his voice, no irony, just true admiration for the girl he loves, because she looks so happy and free. He stands in front of her on the table, as she comes close to the edge, placing his wide palms on the backs of her legs, under her knees, and looks up at her with that smile. She strokes his hair behind his ears a little, smoothing the fabric of his shirt on his shoulders and holding his chin gently between her fingers. “I gotta say,” he mutters, fingers absent-mindedly stroking her skin, “you’ve got some moves.”

A laugh escapes her lips as she smacks his shoulder. “Shut up.” His grin is unmatched and, in a smooth motion, Sam’s hands are up to her waist, and he’s lifting her off the table and on him. She wraps her arms and legs around him with a loud squeal and a laugh, suddenly a little above eye-level. “Don’t drop me,” she mutters breathlessly, grinning down at him. Sam only lets her slide a little, sit on the table in front of him with him between her legs. He nuzzles his nose into her cheek and pecks a kiss there. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

She grins again, heat crawling up her neck and burning her cheeks and the tips of her ears, and he sees it, tucking some wayward escapee strands back behind her ear. She wants to shy away.

“You look amazing,” he tells her, tone low, letting his gaze roam from her eyes, down her body and her naked legs, wrapped around his torso. Forehead leaning against hers for a brief second, his hands trail up, cupping her face, and he kisses her just under her left brow softly, so softly. He moves then, and y/n sighs, hands going to his forearms, as he presses his lips on her right eyelid, then blazes a path with his lips, down her cheek, on her jaw, right under the cut of it, near her ear, where he takes a breath. “Smell amazing too,” and goosebumps form all around her body. She feels so fucking hot.

“Not on my fucking map table, you two.” Dean’s voice cuts through Sam’s heavy breaths, and the latter sags a little bit in her arms.

“Dean’s here?”

“He was unloading the car,” Sam mutters and barely moves, shielding herfrom his brother’s view, as Dean saunters with that stupid, cocky smile of his in the War Room. He whistles, looking at her, half naked.

“Looking good, Y/n,” he says, and she rolls her eyes. Climbing off the table and grabbing Sam’s hand, she pulls him away, towards their shared room.

“Jackass,” she mutters under her breath, passing by him. And as they walk down the hall, his voice bounces off the walls.

“Use protection, kids!”

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years

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Mount Everest Ain't Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem!reader, Part 1.)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you'll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like the scary example of what will happen when you don't obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: Man, Fez is just my main bitch from Euphoria. I just adore him the most. His breakfast is consistent with Respecting Women Juice™️ and Keeping His Shit Together Juice™️. He might not be the brightest man around, but I think he's gentle and caring. Like hell.

A/N: The reader is around 17 to 18 years old, not further explained, attending high school. Rue and the gang are around the same age and since Fezco's age was never actually clarified, let's go with 23.

A/N: This takes place in a universe where Jules was away for a while, but after a few months she came back to Rue.

Warnings: Talking about drugs, drug addiction, smoking, drinking alcohol. You know. Basically the normal lives of today's kids.

Word count: 3 K +/-

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Ever since you were a kid, the adults always told you that you can be whatever you would like to be. When you were five, they lied to you - they told you that you can be a pirate or a princess, or an astronaut or a zoo animal keeper for that matter.

When you were ten, they usually started to be critical to you just as you started as well. You slowly realized that being a plumber or a social worker is maybe the place you were supposed to be, you started to base your imaginations off the reality.

When you were fifteen, it all came together - you knew what should you do, what is off your limits and what stays in your boundaries. You could still be something even if you weren't the smartest or the funniest in your class, or the best of bureaucracy.

And when you go to college you most likely know what you'll do with your life - that you would be a nurse, a teacher, a biologist or you know that you will not go to college at all. Sometimes the young people didn't even continue to college. Sometimes it just doesn't work out. It simply happens.

But they were the other ones - the people who weren't destined to have a normal life. Those who dropped out of high school and just started to live by their own rules and who tried their best to go through life without some bigger problems.

Your mums usually told you not to be dumb, not to hang out around these people, stay out of their presence and ignoring them as well as you could. But some of them weren't that bad, they weren't the garbage of the society as your mums told you.

Every one of them had a reason to be as they were - usually it was a reality-based reason, something that made a perfect sense when explained, a serious social issue. You just had to ask them - some of them became gang members to help their family financially, others had committed prostitution, some of them were part of the black market with guns. Most of their fates circled around money. Money, the thing you need to survive in this cruel, cruel world.

Love meant a lot to those who wanted it. But money mattered way more. You needed money to survive - it was to survive or to be killed. No other options were remaining.

You lived in a small town since you were born. Everyone knew everything about everyone. It was just as simple as that. It took you by surprise when your parents told you that you'll be moving out of your birth town in the next few weeks to some strange suburb on the other side of America.

You heard that it actually snows there during winter which was a pleasant change from the hotness of Arizona. Also, it was nearer to the bigger cities of the United States - and you were pumped to visit them with your mum and siblings or cousins. To shop, to see something new, to actually get some experience.

“It isn't that bad. I like this place.” - Your little brother Cal called out as he stepped out of the truck. You carefully took the box out, almost tripped because of you untied old Converse shoes you still wore even after they tore apart near the base. You had an old, rainbow t-shirt on, it basically hung on your body because of how oversized it was, it covered your Adidas shorts completely.

“New boys. New girls. Fresh start. No history. I love it,” - Francis, your older sister, said out loud. She came out of the closet four years ago and since then, she has dated numerous girls and boys. She was going to attend local college but you were sure that sooner or later, she will introduce you to another love of her life. - “And what about you, my little bean? You feel comfortable out here?” - She hung an arm around your shoulder and you gave her a nod.

You weren't exactly the happiest about moving out of the town you have known your whole life so well, but both of your siblings were right. The neighborhood seemed to be quiet, safe, clean and nice, just an ideal place to base a family life in. Bikes were thrown around, the kid's screams of amusement could be heard just as the birds sang and the wind around you felt wet and yet warm in a nice way.

“Come on, you golden trio. You are unpacking your things for what seems like a whole eternity! We brought some pizza and Thai if you want some!” - Your mom shouted out of the front door with a huge smile, holding the plastic bag as proof for you.

“Go.” - Your sis patted your shoulder and got into the truck to shut the back door completely, preventing stealing. You did not wait for her, you looked at your legs, how the fresh green grass breaks under your feet and the soles of your shoes, being careful about not fall down.

Your mum always told you to tie your shoelaces but you never really listened since you were a small kid. It resulted in a lot of falling down, bruises, abrasion and you crying loud. But you learned how to walk with your shoelaces undone. It was your own choice, after all, you chose not to tie them - and they told you all along that your life depends on what you want and what you don't want.

Your parent always told you how easy it actually is to live in your generation - that you can use cellphones, that you can use the internet, that they are taking care of everything you could probably need.

You thought about it a lot - and you came to an opinion. It was not easy at all. To live in your age. It felt more like surviving than living for real. The drugs were easily accessible for the younglings - even your big sis was a serious stoner back in your hometown and you knew that it will not take long her to find the local dealer and become friends with him. The cyberbullying was a serious issue that made a lot of people's life worse, the bullies could easily find your personal information, your old photos, they could make fun or a living nightmare of you and your life. And when your nudes leaked out? Holy shit, you were fucked like hell.

Yeah. You were a high-schooler. But let's face it - almost everyone who tried to make a move with someone or who was in a relationship had sent a nude at some point in their life. It was some kind of a norm for the children your age.

You were constantly in danger thanks to the great internet and that was a fact. The adults tried to teach you how to behave on the internet... But truly, did any of you actually give a crap? Every one of us took it as bullshit, not taking them too seriously. Who was actually safe around you? Drugs, alcohol, sex, porn, cigarettes, money everywhere around you.

It was so easy to become corrupted. Just like everyone around you.

You were not that innocent at all as well - your big sis was really popular back in your hometown - she was truly smart, she was funny, she used drugs and smoked, drank regularly. She was invited basically to every party in the town. Some of them were wild, some of them were pretty muted thanks to weed and ecstasy which was always distributed there.

You smoked at the parties and did some shots - that wasn't so bad. Kids your age did a way worse thing at those parties.

Your mum and dad knew that you and your sis attended some parties but they didn't know that there were drugs and alcohol present. You were the Sunday church raised children after all (which didn't mean that your parents discriminated or turn their backs to their oldest child when she said she's into girls a lot), they trusted you.

They often laughed that they have done it too. Sure, you smiled usually, but did you see a girl who is dozed off after Lexauryne, have you felt the actual fear about her life? Have you ever seen what shit Valium or heroin does to someone? Have your friend almost jumped off the roof when they took too much LSD? But you never said anything out loud.

You have seen things. But everyone did. It wasn't easy to be a teenager in your age.

Every one of your friends slowly became one of those types your parents always warned you about - at least a part of them was just like the people they talked about to scare you off. Maybe you were one of those people as well. What could you know?

You had your dinner with the typical witty sense of humor of your parents and the usual bickering between you, your little bro and older sis. You felt safe at those moments, away from reality, just chilling with your fam.

The next morning was your first actual day of school after a weekend of moving in. Your dad went to his new workplace for the first time and your sis and your mum stayed home to continue with unpacking.

"You should get up or you seriously will not go to school on time." - Your mum peeked into your room and you just mumbled something in response when Fran took your bed with her monster attack as you called, tickling you, kissing you into your hair and laughing along with you.

"Get your lazy ass off the bed, ma's right. I'll ride you to school." - She laughed and laid next to you, looking you in the face. You smiled at her, smoothed your hair and yawned. - "Ah shit, you thought about that again, didn't you? You'll be just fine. This is a good neighborhood, ma and pa told us yesterday. Nobody will shove a knife on your neck and threaten you to do drugs or take your money. Nobody will take your pics while you pee. I swear. You'll be alright, baby girl." - She kissed your forehead tenderly.

Fran always said that you worry about too many things. And she often said that you're way more adult than she'll ever be. But she didn't forget to mention that it's harming you a lot in a way.

"So that's how you make girls fall for you. I see it now." - You teased her. She took a pillow and smacked your head with it. But she laughed. Then Fran stood up and stopped at your door to take a last good look at her baby sister. - "Get your lazy ass up and have some good breakfast. We have something about forty-five minutes before you, I and the last shithead would have to go. Go get 'em, tiger!" - She yelled and clapped her hands, letting you alone.

You got the smallest room - Fran demanded the one on the second floor, saying it was for her study purposes. She lied. It was the only room with a balcony and she needed to smoke weed somewhere. Your brother had the second room because he could be a little brat and a pain in the ass sometimes. So you and your parents had the room on the first floor.

But you liked it. It was easier to make it comfortable and you could open a big window to look out on the street. And you had a big bed nonetheless so you were just fine about your new room.

You better did what Fran said - took some of your other shorts from your wardrobe, then you took out your favorite Lion King oversized t-shirt with Rafiki printed on it and you completed with a big ass hoodie which reaches up to the middle of your thighs. You put on some high socks on because you loved the look of them rolled down to your Converse shoes.

You cleaned your face and brushed your teeth and hair, putting it into a bun which was all over the place as always, then you tried to make your face more appealing with some eyeliner and mascara but in your eyes, you looked like a mess. You put your old, torn apart but trustworthy backpack over your shoulder and took off to the kitchen. Everyone was already eating, dad reading the news on his phone as he always used to.

"I don't want bacon!" - Cal yelled almost frantically and that almost freaked the living hell out of you. He loved bacon. What was his deal?

"What is it, young man?" - Mum asked and looked at him. Thanks to Fran's shit-eating grin you knew that she's the one responsible.

“I must declare that I am a proud vegetarian from now on.” - Cal said with a serious face and you just burst out of laughing. Cal was always like that. Smart pants. But he never was socially awkward. He just used some words that were too complicated for a boy his age.

“Oh really?” - You mum asked with a surprised face, watching all of you with her witty jokes prepared face. - “And why is that? Y/N will love to have some more bacon.” - And so it was. Another three slices to your empty, hungry stomach. Maybe Cal's sudden vegetarianism had some plusses to it.

“Fran told me that it will make me more appealing in front of the girls. And I am a ladies man.” - Cal told with a serious face and that was the moment Fran’s grinning face bursted out of laughter as well.

“You're also only thirteen years old, pal. No girls until you're at least sixteen. But you do you.” - Your dad said all of a sudden. You loved them so much it sometimes took you by a surprise.

Then, when the breakfast was over, you went out to your sister’s car. Your dad had one and Fran was given your mum’s car. Your ma said shell take the bus to work so it's ok for Fran to have her own car to do her business with.

“Okay, shithead one and shithead two. Are you ready for your first venture to the big, scary world?” - Fran joked and waves to ma when you were doing your seatbelt on the co-driver’s side.

“Bring it.” - You said, turning the radio on. It was a station you didn't know, some new hip hop songs. But it was enjoyable, so you just let it play, rolling the window down, leaning your crossed elbows into it. You were aware that your hair will be even messier after that, but you wanted to feel the actual atmosphere and energy of your new hometown.

You felt free from your burdens once again - the hip hop was almost screaming out of your car, the air felt cold between your hair and the sun shined on your skin gently. You were watching the new, strange people who lived there, walking in schools direction, groups of friends, some alone kids, some kids were riding bikes.

It seemed to be like your old home yet it didn't feel like it. Something was just out of its place and weren’t sure if you can put that thing back.

The car slowly drove next to some gas station or a small shop, you couldn't tell. But something caught your eye - a boy standing with his back turned to the car, in a long sky blue shirt with some clouds painted on it, jeans and a seriously short hair which color you couldn't figure out. You stuck your head out of the window, inhaling that view until you could.

Something drawn your eyes in his direction, something told you that you should watch him. He was smoking, that was for sure, and moving his hands, probably talking with someone.

The boy slowly disappeared because of some other building but you would swear that he turned in your direction as well. The air you were holding in slowly came out of your lungs as you slowly leaned to your seat. Francis was watching you but remained silent, just smoked her cigarette with her right wrist out of her window.

When the car stopped, Cal was almost immediately out of it, saying goodbye to you and Fran, but you remained there, leaning more and more down, trying to be invisible for the others.

“Chop chop, out of the car. You will have a great first day at your new school and you will find some friends.” - Fran told with a smile, smoothing your naked knee with her palm.

“How can you know?” - Your gaze fell on the big hall leading to the main entrance, to all of those strange people there. That didn't feel right. You were scared for your life - new surroundings, new people, new feelings. How many of them tried some drugs? Will you even find someone to be friends with? The feeling inside you felt like exploding, the unsureness, the unknown, the fear.

“Because I know your little bratty ass since the fucking day youve been born, dumbass.” - She laughed and undid your seatbelt, opening the door for you. - “Show those bastards who you are and that you are not afraid.”

And with that, you got up and watched as Fran waved you and took off in her car. And you felt lost.

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