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sobatsu · 4 years

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Eternal love

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Summary: For her entire childhood, Lucy Heartfillia had been told time and time again not to go near the old house in the Northern forest as every poor soul who had the courage to venture up there, never returned but what happens when Lucy does go to the house and ends up meeting Natsu Dragneel, a vampire with a mysterious past and has an adoptive human daughter. Will she tell the village about this monster? or will she befriend him and maybe become something more…

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A big thank you to @i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate for proofreading !

@millennial-star-gazer @trollka21 @lucyheartfiilia @otaku-daydreamer-4673 @doginshoe

They stood in that position for what Lucy felt like was hours, him leaning over her, his face practically buried in her neck while she was just standing there almost as still as a statue if it wasn’t for the fact that she was shaking like a leaf.

She could feel his breathe against her neck, maybe in a different circumstance her thoughts would be have been different, she would have felt something more along the lines of being flustered, maybe even being in love….

But right now, that wasn’t the case, in fact Lucy was starting to say a few prayers, ready for the moment he was going to strike.

“You know, usually when someone tells you their name, you respond back with yo-”

Lucy looked up when he didn’t finish his sentence noticing that his face was no longer at the base of her neck but now upright, staring at her bed with the little bluenette, who, at that moment, had started to stir.

Lucy didn’t even have a second to process what was happening before Natsu practically pushed himself off of her and was right on top of her bed, cuddling the young child close, shushing her back to sleep.

Lucy practically collapsed on to the small stool at her vanity, having to grab a hold of it right after so that she wouldn’t fall, as she stared at Natsu, he was cradling the little girl in his arms, smiling down softly at her as she started to nod slowly back to sleep

The girl looked quite cute as she slept but she was also much too skinny looking for a child around her age, well that’s what Lucy assumed, she didn’t even know what sort of creature Natsu was, let alone his daughter? Lucy didn’t know and she was, quite frankly, too scared to ask.

“Your name.”

“M-my what?”

“You still haven’t told me your name, I told you mine so it’s only polite that you tell me yours.”

Lucy just stared at him in disbelief, “This guy is in my room, was probably going to kill me and he wants me to tell him his name, I don’t even know what he is.”

“Fine, I’ll tell you my name, but you have to tell me exactly what you are.”

Natsu sighed but nodded.

“Fine. I’m Natsu Dragneel, youngest son in the Dragneel family and also that last known Dragneel. Over the years I’ve been given many different names, a lamia, a ghoul, I remember there was this guy I met, had a weird name, Pam Poker I believe he was called, or something along those lines. I bumped into him on my travels, well I say bumped into him but really I mean he saw me while I was hunting and well…..things didn’t really go well from there, he didn’t really understand what I was saying and when I had told him my name he must have misheard me because instead of saying ‘Dragneel’ he ran away screaming Dracula or something…but personally I go by the term Vampire.”

“A V-vampire?” was all that Lucy could stutter out after hearing this, she still didn’t fully understand what it meant but it still sounded quite frightening.

“Yeah well, it’s just something that the Vamp council came up with a very long time ago, I don’t know where they pulled it from but I never bothered to ask.”

“And what qualifies you to be a vampire?” Lucy still didn’t get it, which was quite understandable since Natsu still hadn’t told her what a vampire actually was.

“Well, my blood doesn’t exactly, work like yours does. Your blood goes around the body and keeps you alive, right? Well my blood isn’t working like that, I’m what the doctors would call, ‘dead’ and what the priests would call ‘A demon’.” With that said Natsu started to chuckle.

Lucy scoffed, “That’s not even funny and what does he mean by dead?”

“How can you be standing here, talking to me if you’re d-dead?”

Natsu rolled his eyes.

“My Lord, were you even listening? I just told you, it’s because I’m a vampire, duh.”

“But that still doesn’t explain how that wor-”

“Look Doll, you told me that you’d tell me your name if I told you what I am, which I did so go on, what’s your name?”

For the second time that night, Lucy stared at him in disbelief. “Who on Earth does he think he is? Just because he’s some sort of vampire doesn’t give him the right to just interrupt a lady, like myself, like that. Was this boy ever taught any manners?” but she rolled her eyes and gave him a short, but effective, glare.

“Fine then, if you really want to know my name so bad, its Lucy, Ms. Lucy Heartfillia, first born daughter to Jude and Layla Heartfillia and sole heir to Heartfillia coal factory.”

Lucy hadn’t meant to tell him so much but she was so used to having to do it to potential suitors, because her father wanted her to show off all of her assets, and well Natsu was a male, a relatively good looking one at that, so it just slipped off of her tongue.

“Lucy huh? A bit boring but not too bad.”

Lucy was about to kick him into the next day before she realised that one of his fingers was now covering his lips, in a way to show her that she should be quite but he wasn’t looking at her, Lucy followed his gaze down to the young girl and saw that she was starting to shiver, most likely due to the bedroom window being open and the fire almost being out.

Natsu was about to wrap the little girl with his cloak but Lucy had put up her hand to stop him.

“Under the pillow, there’s a small blanket that she can use.”

“It’s fine, I’ll just use my co-”

“Don’t be ridiculous, that coat would be barely woolly enough to make me warm let alone her, and look at her she’s shivering just take the blanket already before she freezes to death.”

Natsu simply obliged and took the small blanket from underneath the pillow, it was on the small side, yes, but it was also big enough for the four-year-old and felt very warm already from being under the pillow, so he wrapped her up in it and just started to cuddle her close to him.

Lucy stared at the little girl again, and after seeing her a little more closely before Natsu had covered her, she was definitely too skinny for Lucy’s liking and without a single thought, she went over to the tray of bread that Virgo had left for her, even though she wasn’t supposed to be getting anything, and she wrapped it up before handing it to the man.

“I know it’s not much but please, take it for her.”

Natsu just eyed the package carefully before bowing slightly and taking it.

“Thank you, this means a lot to us.”

Lucy was about to just smile and say no problem, hoping that he would now leave with the bread and the girl but then she noticed that he had shifted a little more comfortably on the bed and all those hopes went out the window.

“Juvia isn’t my actual daughter you know. Four years ago, the day of one of the biggest storms I had seen in this century, some mad and cruel person, had decided to leave her outside my house, knowing that she was most likely going to die, either by the weather due to no one finding her, or front the rumoured monster living in that house, A.K.A me.”

Lucy could feel the tears in her eyes start to form, “what type of cruel monster would leave their daughter all alone like that, let alone in that area during the storm”, was the only thing going through Lucy’s head at that moment.

“I went outside later that night to go hunt, it was the perfect time as well since the storm was starting to slightly die down but it was still too bad for a normal human like you to survive so no one would have been able to find me plus there was a high chance that there would have been an excess amount of...well..food lying around.”

Lucy shuddered, knowing exactly what he meant by food.

“I had barely opened the door when I heard it, the cries coming from the baby, they were soft but you could tell that she was in pain, she was so small and I could tell that she was shaking like a leaf, so I picked her up and brought her in, I held her close trying my hardest to make her even slightly warmer.

“I knew it wouldn’t work very well since, well, my blood is completely cold, so I started up my fire in the parlour and I sat there with her for almost five hours before she finally started to feel much warmer.

“She had also stopped crying at this point so I took this chance to go down to the village and try to find some sort of food for the baby, I didn’t have one of those baby carriages so I wrapped one of my old cloaks around me like a sling and then placed her inside of it, pretty smart don’t you think!

“I didn’t know exactly what I needed to get her but I had some...help... in this situation so I borrowed some items from some of the shops and I returned home, ready to take care of her for a little while before the storm lifted, then once it did lift I’d bring her to the orphanage.”

Everything went quite for a moment after that and Lucy was getting more and more impatient waiting.

“So what happened?”

“What?”

“How come you never brought her to the orphanage”

“.....I just haven’t had the time to do it yet.”

“....but it’s been four years?”

“Yeah so?”

“Well you’d think that after all this time that you would have had time at some st-”

“Lucy? I’m coming up for a second, we still need to discuss some details about your marriage.” Lucy could hear Jude coming up the stairs right after saying this and Lucy was in a panic, she turned back round towards the door after hearing her father knocking.

“Lucy? Can I come in?”

“Of course Papa! Just give me one second to get changed.”

Lucy quickly turned around to face Natsu again so that she could warn him to go, but when she looked at the bed, Natsu was gone, replaced by a breeze coming from the now open window.

“Lucy? Is everything okay in there?”

“Oh yes Papa! You can come in now.”

For the rest of the night, Lucy was in her room talking to her father about her potential marriage with Laxus Dreyar, Lucy had met him countless times at his father’s different events, and she had to admit that he was quite good looking, but anyone with a pair of eyes could see that he was in love with the governor’s daughter but alas he was destined to marry Lucy and Lucy was destined to marry him.

By the time Jude left and Lucy was told alone in her chamber it was well past midnight and time for Lucy to go to sleep, but even after getting ready for bed and having a warm glass of milk, Lucy still couldn’t make herself fall asleep. Her mind being kept awake by a certain pink-haired vampire, even when she tried to think about the upcoming marriage, her mind kept brining her back to his hair, his face, his eyes, his lips, him. She was scared before but after hearing about what he did for Juvia even though he had no obligation just made her heart flutter.

She knew she had to see him again and she fell asleep with the thought of going back to the woods tomorrow. While a certain vampire was going through quite the same situation.

Chapter 2 !!! sorry for the long wait ! Family matters but I’m sure you all understand ! I hope you enjoyed !!!

#fairy tail #Nalu #Nalu fanfic #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #Juvia Lockser #ft fanfiction #eternal love #sobatsu

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fatgirlsguidetodating · 4 years

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Blog: Bad Date tale 5. A date with a little extra.

NB: It's been awhile since I wrote a blog post but I really do want to get back into this. I had promised ages ago to write about some more of my bad dates as well as more of my guides what with this blog being called fatgirls guide to dating and all. So let me tell you all about this bad date. Though it’s testing my memory as it was awhile ago- like back in maybe 2016?- so I’m relying on messages to friends or my date sent at the time as well as my memory.]

Blog: Bad date tale 5. A date with a little extra.

Setting: Luna Park- an amuesement Park in Melbourne’s beachside St. Kilda.

Who: Zane. Late 30’s. Bit scruffy. Works in the music industry.

How I met them: He was Facebook friends with a good friend of mine and we often chatted on statuses on there before he sent me a message. After awhile he asked for my number, I gave it not really expecting him to bother with texting me but- clearly- he did.

What happened: We arranged to meet at Luna Park with thoughts of maybe finding a bar or something afterwards. I was about 5 mins early (something not common as I’m almost always late; I was born a few weeks late and have been late ever since). I wait 20 mins and am starting to wonder if I’ve gotten the day or something wrong (not outside the realm of possibility with me tbh) when he arrives. Except he isn’t alone.

With him is a young boy- I thought maybe 7, later told he was 9- who he is practically dragging and who looks incredibly sullen. “I’m so sorry, my ex had an emergency so I’ve got L today.” Zane tells me.

Until this moment I hadn’t even known L existed but I like kids and I’d honestly never met any kids who didn’t like me. “Hey L, I’m A, nice to meet you.” I say brightly. L just shrugged. Clearly the feeling wasn’t mutual here.

“So,” says Zane. “Who’s ready for some fun?”

He puts his hand up, I follow suit, we look at L but his hand remains stubbornly at his side. Oh boy. This is going to be a loooong day, I think.

We buy our tickets- it’s cheaper to buy the unlimited rides tickets if you intend to use quite a few rides rather than the single ride ones- and the teenager at the kiosk asks, “family ticket?”

Before either Zane or I can speak L says, “no!”

The teenager looks nonplussed but L elaborates anyway. “We’re *not* a family! My mum is part of it, not her.” He says gesturing to me.

Yep. This is really going to be a long arse day...

The ticket situation sorted we head inside.

“What’s your fave ride?” Zane asks me.

“Any ghost train type ones or roller coasters.” I respond. I look down at L. “How about you?”

He shrugs. “Most. I like dodgem cars.” He replies.

“You like the ghost train too.” Zane points out.

“Used to. It’s for babies now.” L says.

I wonder if I can go on the ghost train and some ghoul can kidnap me and get me away from this. But I’m determined to make the most of the situation. I’m not letting L, the 9 year old dictator, ruin a date I’d actually been looking forward to given my intense feelings about dates.

“But it’s fun to be scared.” I say.

“Only babies get scared on the ghost train.” L says.

Zane gives me an apologetic look, one that will become his default setting today. “Well let’s see.” Zane says.

So we go on the ghost train: Zane and L in front, me in the back. I must admit to being tempted to grab L throughout the ride to scare him but I don’t because I’m mature. I do stick my tongue out at the back of his head in the dark though. So maybe not *totally* mature then?

When we get off Zane asks, “that was fun wasn’t it?”

“Yes.” I say.

“No.” L says at the same time.

Zane gives me another apologetic look but I am determined still. At least, at this stage, I am. “So you said you like dodgem cars? Should we try them next?” I ask our little dictator.

“I guess.” L says. He is trying to look sullen or uninterested but it’s clear he does want that ride. Progress I naively think.

We get to the dodgem cars and it’s the same seating arrangement as the last (at this rate, I think a tad bitterly, I’m not going to get anywhere near my date) and as the little dictator looks at me I see an evil glint in his eye and I want to pull out of the ride because I don’t much fancy being chased around by the pint sized terrorist. But I’m not giving him the satisfaction.

So I get in my car and I wonder if it’s a little cruel/dramatic/immature for wanting to take the little bugger out? It’s not that I’m mad that there’s a kid on my date- I’m actually not- but rather that I’m fairly sure this kid is going to have people goose-stepping any moment.

There aren’t many others on the ride so I can’t even hide as L dictates where they go. “Get her!” He screams.

Get me they do. Though Zane doesn’t do it as hardcore as his little devil spawn wants as evidenced by his pouting and pointing out his dad “went easy on [her].”

L wants to go again and I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been as relieved when Zane says not yet. Thank. Fuck.

“How about a roller coaster next?” Zane offers.

“I’m in.” I say.

“As long as it’s not that stupid baby one.” L says.

We wander over to the biggest roller coaster- the one that offers those great views of St Kilda and the bay and the city- to check if there are age/height restrictions. Sadly our favourite little dictator doesn’t quite make the grade and as a result throws what I can only describe as an epic tantrum.

“Are you sure we can’t go on? He’s so close to the minimum height,” Zane asks the bored looking worker.

“It’s minimum. That means he has to be that tall minimum.” The worker says slowly, like Zane’s an idiot.

“Sorry L, next time we come you’ll be tall enough.” Zane tells his son apologetically.

L isn’t placated at this.

“We could try the other ones.” I offer. I know, I know- it is mean of me given L’s hatred of the “stupid baby one” but what can I say, somehow this kid brings out my petty side. If only he was like 99% of kids who loved me and who I got along great with.

“No! I hate this! I don’t like her!” L wails loudly.

“Stay here a moment.” Zane tells his son and he leads me a few metres away.

“I’m really sorry A. I knew he didn’t take the breakup easily but I didn’t think he’d be this...rude.” He says quietly.

As it’s considered poor form to tell someone their kid is a total brat and you want to put him in the spinning tea-cups, up the speed exponentially until the g-force is high enough for the little dictator to pass out I say it’s okay.

“It’s not. Look I’ll understand if you want to call it a day. We could go do something another time. A child free time?” He offers.

I hesitate. I want to take him up on his offer and escape before L orders “off with (my) head. But I don’t want to wave the white flag and admit defeat. At least not just yet.

“Let’s try a couple more rides?” I offer.

Zane’s eyes light up. “For real?”

I confirm that I am, indeed, for real.

So we go back to L. We go on a few more rides but many of the ones L wants to try have height limits he doesn’t meet. So we decide on a new tack- the carnival games. Over an hour or so we fail to win all the big stuffed toys and instead what I’m kindly describing as “plastic junk”, all of which Zane and I carry.

“Listen mate, one more try only.” Zane tells his son.

Cue tanty.

But Zane stays strong. L tries the classic carnival game of the clowns but doesn’t get what he wants to win.

By this stage it’s getting a bit cool and rains threatening. “I know we were going to go to a bar or something but, well, you know...” Zane says.

“It’s cool.” I say.

“We could go get something to eat anyway?” Zane offers.

L doesn’t like this plan because he wants a hot dog from the amusement Park despite his father suggesting we’ve spent enough money and we can get cheaper and better food elsewhere.

I don’t like this plan because I’ve had my fill of L. (My friends later say that I managed the whole date even with L carrying on was worthy of the massive glass of wine I poured myself when I got home.) So we go our seperate ways, with plans to go for a drink another time. A child-free time.

Outcome: We actually do have another date. A pleasant child free date with alcohol. However we both agree the chemistry that we had via text and chats over the phone isn’t there in person. But, for once, there’s a somewhat happy ending. We remain friends. At least for awhile. But then he got back together with his ex- our mini Stalin L would have been delighted after seeing off at least 3 challengers that I knew of- and he dropped off the face of the earth. Happy Facebook photos replaced his quotes about children and fathers. A quick check of my Facebook friends list just now confirms he’s gone, but I don’t know when exactly this happened.

#onlinedating #fatgirlsguidetodating #dating #lunapark #baddate #bad date #bad date tale #baddatetale

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crystallinefeed · 5 years

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Ah, finally! Good afternoon, my JUNKYARD BABIES!! If you thought I was dead and riffing my guitar with the old gods you couldn’t be more WRONG. For those who don’t know me...

Hello and WELCOME to Crystalline Feed, my Poisonous Blossoms, it is I, BULLET BEAT in your favorite secret radio station ready to drop all the HOT news out there and boy, they certainly are BURNING! So let’s get to it, Crystallites, before the news burn out!

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I leave y’all alone for a couple of months and look what happens! My beautiful and VERY DEADLY city is burning! THE SYNDICATE has started a lot of fires all around Crystalline, is this some kind of CLEANSING FIRE? Please, do tell, Ange! Some of the most important places are covered in flames right now and the heroes seem to be too busy with the villains to help the firefighters extinguish it. Oh, what’s that? You wanna know who’s fighting who? Ask and you’ll receive, my darlings!

We have our very own version of Central Park and at the center we can find the forever loved statue that honor our destructive but well-intended heroes! Unfortunately, some imps have found the chance to vandalize it and these little devils are ALUCARD and PEACE KEEPER of whom by the way, I am still a huge FAN due the ironic nickname; hey, Peace Keeper, leave me your number and maybe we can go get dinner, huh? ANYWAYS, to the show arrived TWO NEW HEROES: MIRAGE and FUSION; some cool powers you two have... or so I’ve heard! Can these two life-experienced-fellows defeat a couple of evil youngsters? Stay on tuned to the station to know the results of this fight!

Our favorite SAILOR SCOUT MEGITSUNE is out there with none other than GHOUL and his army of zombies and ghosts and they are fighting our very own lilith SERA and OH! I haven’t seen than one other villain before (DANTE), have I spent too much time underneath a stone?? PARK YOUR HOVER BOARDS, dandelions, because THE LIBRARY IS AT RISK. So many years of knowledge and hidden corruption shouldn’t be harmed! wee-o wee-o wee-o, someone please save the paper things!

Uh-OH, things seem hard as well at the Centre, apparently, we have they always talented SPIRIT and NOIR messing in the BIGGEST FIRE reported so far, of course Ange was gonna send his evil celebrities while he is... probably refreshing and watching all of the destruction alongside the rest of his pets! If you think everything is lost consider again, because SABRE just arrived and HOLY SHIT! ------oh, am I allowed to say that on air?------, nevermind, HOLY SHIT, ladies and gentlemen, SABRE TRANSFORMED INTO LEVIATHAN. LITERALLY. I joke you not, my friends, if you see a KAIJU do not panic, I repeat, DO NOT panic! They’re on our side... hopefully. Still, please avoid running or screaming of terror in the area to avoid getting your skull crushed.

I just have one question, WHERE ARE THE REST OF THE HEROES? I know Iron mama bear is hanging out with sheriff HANK helping save the civilians in trouble, but what about the rest? I CERTAINLY do hope they are at least helping the students at the university fire ALONGSIDE EVE, because NO ONE is gonna be happy about the world’s future burning to ashes! Cheers for you, Princess Azula and please don’t get the students crispy while you heroically try to save them!

If you have powers or just a huge death wish, please hurry to help those trapped in flames and if possible, avoid getting cooked! CRYSTALLINE CITY IS BURNING DOWN and I, BULLET BEAT am back on track. Stay tuned and don’t forget it: Justice is arbitrary!

#the name of dante is scratched out because BB has no idea of who that is #but still wrote it out so you guys know who we're talking about ooc

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littlelovelymemes · 7 years

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✰ * º ❛ buzzfeed unsolved sentence starters ( part two ) ❜

( part of the youtube starter series )

‘ in their defense, it was christmas eve. ’ ‘ oh, so it’s fine if people die on christmas eve. ’ ‘ i’m not saying i’m condoning them for being seven hours late to a fire that was 2.5 miles away. ’ ‘ it’s just not-- not great. ’ ‘ alright, i think we’ve solved it! it’s been fun! see you later! ’ ‘ i will set your house on fire and your children will die. ’ ‘ seems a little on-the-nose for me. ’ ‘ agree to agree. ’ ‘ what are we doing here? ’ ‘ ehh, there’s a lot of paperwork. ’ ‘ i think there’s some shady shit going on there, but that’s just my opinion. ’ ‘ i’m telling you, nobody knows how to do their job in this town. ’ ‘ so you’re telling me he screamed in your face that he’s gonna murder your family? sounds like a good dude to me. i don’t know what you’re talking about. ’ ‘ why is the minister telling rumors? ’ ‘ i think that’s the first time i’ve ever heard of a detective going missing. that’s like a fish drowning. ’ ‘ what a terrible thing to happen in such a beautiful place. ’ ‘ that’s a shark, baby. i know. i’ve seen jaws at least six time, that’s a shark. ’ ‘ heads up, this is about to get pretty brutal here, in this description. ’ ‘ no, this is bologna. i’m flip-flopping again. ’ ‘ that’s called not being thorough. ’ ‘ we’ve been over this before. the bear is the most deadly animal of all time. ’ ‘ a shark can definitely kill a bear, hands down, if you dropped a bear in the ocean. ’ ‘ a hippopotamus would kill a bear in a heartbeat. ’ ‘ did she have anything on under the trench coat? ...that’s a weird question. never mind. ’ ‘ this sounds like a law & order interview. ’ ‘ yeah, that rings a bell or two. that shakes a tambourine. ’ ‘ what the fuck? no, shame on him. ’ ‘ it’s not even a good poem. it’s just weird. ’ ‘ this sounds like something a drunk man would say as he’s laying on the sidewalk, just babbling. ’ ‘ the shark is ten times less creepier than you. ’ ‘ that poem is unforgivable. ’ ‘ i feel like i need to take a bath in hand sanitizer. ’ ‘ what in the fuck is that? ’ ‘ ugh, fuck. i feel awful right now. ’ ‘ there’s no way in hell i’m gonna go there. ’ ‘ i’m surprised you’re conscious right now. ’ ‘ kind of looks like hell. ’ ‘ hey ghouls, the boys are here! ’ ‘ this is the place where nightmares are made. ’ ‘ it looks like one of the conjuring films. ’ ‘ i got a little spoiler for ya: everything in the building is gonna look like this. ’ ‘ yeah, yeah, that was a rough time in history. ’ ‘ i’m glad we’re done with that. that was-- just everybody died. ’ ‘ it’s a ghost butt! ’ ‘ this is the biggest upset. i did not feel this coming. ’ ‘ this is like satan’s butthole. ’ ‘ what if you go fuck yourself. how about that? ’ ‘ i’m gonna imagine that place is the closest thing to hell. ’ ‘ how dare they dispose of my body?! they should leave it in the hallway to rot! ’ ‘ yeah, i got the chills even thinking about it. ’ ‘ look it up. it’s a thing on the internet. ’ ‘ they pushed the dog too?! ’ ‘ am i just freaking myself out again? ’ ‘ i’m gonna take everything said by a ghost hunter with a grain of salt. ’ ‘ oh my god, did your brain just explode? ’ ‘ am i a ghost hunter? i don’t wanna be a ghost hunter. this is all bullshit. oh no. do i have to put that on my business card now? son of a bitch. ’ ‘ let’s drop some sweet knowledge. ’ ‘ i’m already fed up with the folders, by the way. it looks too official, considering the nonsense that is within. ’ ‘ so, the aliens show up, show them pictures of helicopters, and fly away? ’ ‘ i can’t wait to see a post of the motion picture wedding crashers and, uh, well, some lava lamps. ’ ‘ wait, a funerary marker from 100 b.c. shows a woman presenting a laptop with usb ports?! how do they charge it? why are there usb ports on it if they don’t have thumbnail drives? what are they looking at on it? there’s no internet. do they have photoshop? ’ ‘ here’s a picture of you with three butt cheeks. ’ ‘ i’ve drawn it so it must be real! ’ ‘ you have nothing to say about any of that? ’ ‘ i will fight you tooth and nail when it comes to ghoulie ghosts, but aliens are a little more... probable. ’ ‘ no, you don’t win because i’m sure you have plenty of other stuff on here that’s very dumb. ’ ‘ i’m good, i’ll just sign up for karate or something. ’ ‘ wow, have you ‘signs’? ‘signs’, the motion picture that they made back in the day? they found aliens, it was crazy! they ruined a kids birthday party. ’ ‘ my big takeaway here is that art is not proof. ’ ‘ you’re telling me those architects used math?! knock me down with a feather. ’ ‘ can you imagine if you spent your entire life hauling around heavy stones to make the pyramids and someone was like, ‘no, they couldn’t have done it. you know what it must’ve been? space aliens. i seen ‘em.’ ’ ‘ no, they couldn’t have done it. you know what it must’ve been? space aliens. i seen ‘em. ’ ‘ well, facts don’t matter then. ’ ‘ if i’m building a giant, mighty, wondrous pyramid, i’m not gonna be like ‘hey, can you do some chiseling of the ramp? we really gotta show off this ramp. it’s a hell of a ramp.’ ’ ‘ are they written in alien language? ’ ‘ i don’t doubt that they were mathematically adept. ’ ‘ so, it was aliens? ’ ‘ so, it was aliens? they showed up, gave ‘em ipads, gave ‘em zune, built the pyramids, left, and that’s it, and they haven’t been back since. ’ ‘ i think they lied. i have yet to see compelling evidence. ’ ‘ go fuck yourself, have a nice day. ’ ‘ irrelevant. you’re irrelevant. ’ ‘ we don’t care about anyone who died. ’ ‘ we don’t care if he was famous. we treat everyone the same. ’ ‘ i think you should just never do that again. ’ ‘ if you’re saying that someone paid you a million dollars to kill someone, like wouldn’t you-- wouldn’t there be some kind of receipt to say that? ’ ‘ quick thought: is it annoying that i always hold this pen like this? ’ ‘ i think your douche-meter’s usually at half mass, right now it’s through the roof. ’ ‘ oh, he ‘discovered’ it alright. just to be fair: fuck christopher columbus. ’ ‘ you’re saying this ocean’s full of ghosts? ’ ‘ what, are you taking notes over there? this isn’t a debate. ’ ‘ the titanic -- she was a might one -- and now she’s lying at the bottom. ’ ‘ i don’t know. ships sink, ya’know? ’ ‘ these don’t do much for me because planes crash, boats sink. a goose probably flew into the propeller and the plane just fucking nose-dived into the ocean! ’ ‘ so, what are you positing here? that it’s in an alternate dimension? ’ ‘ i’m gonna need some documentation on this. ’ ‘ you need some documentation?! look up the stories, i’m just sayin’! ’ ‘ i can’t believe you think this is not weird. ’ ‘ i can’t believe you don’t think that boats sink. ’ ‘ a theory says that those lost in the bermuda triangle are actually now residents of the legendary lost civilization of atlantis. ’ ‘ no-- no th-- no, they’re not. nope! ’ ‘ now all the frustration that i had in the first half of this is now equally composited on top of you. ’ ‘ are they breathing underwater?! ’ ‘ i can see your face and it’s just-- it’s fuming. ’ ‘ this is absurd. ’ ‘ i think if there were a black hole anywhere near our solar system, everything would cease to exist. ’ ‘ we don’t know anything about black holes. ’ ‘ yes, we know a fair amount about black holes. black holes aren’t unicorns. ’ ‘ i think there’s a lot you don’t know. ’ ‘ oh, jesus christ... okay, tell me about... underwater area 51. ’ ‘ to be fair, i’m not trying anybody on a carnival cruise. ’ ‘ what happened to you on a carnival cruise? ’ ‘ i’ve never been on a carnival cruise and i will never go on one. ’ ‘ i assume they were drunk or high... probably just out of their minds. ’ ‘ this is photoshopped to high heaven. ’ ‘ that is so fake. i mean, look at it. ’ ‘ that is the shittiest footage i’ve ever seen. that is so fake. ’ ‘ i’m saying you don’t understand how black holes work. ’ ‘ i’ve got a better understanding than you do. ’ ‘ there’s other science we don’t know about. ’ ‘ that makes me sound like trump. ’ ‘ oh, you’re presenting alternative facts. ’ ‘ it’s too sad. let’s just talk about ghosts. ’

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justanontherwinchester · 7 years

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Hunters Don’t Cry

Pairings: Dean x Reader x Sam

Summary: Reader is a hunter that grew up with the boys. After a two year break from hunting with the boys, they come back and things are just not the same between them.

Warnings: A LOT of angst, fighting, threats, emotional rollercoaster, adult language.

Word Count: 1500ish

Author’s Note: I have not wrote in over five years. I don’t know why but I have felt inspired. This is not good by no means. My grammar is awful and I don’t know where this is headed. If you would like MORE, let me know. I might make this into a series or just add a few more parts. If you want different stories or one shots, tell me. If you hate it and think I should never write again, say it to yourself and not my ask box. Please and thank you. :)

It was another long day. It was going to be another long night, sleeping on the floor. The floor of a dirty old house in a dirty old neighborhood. I rinsed the blood off my arms and knuckles, looking for any new bruises and cuts. As I looked in the mirror all I could see is my busted lip and look of defeat, plus exhaustion.

I peeled the blood soaked shirt from my skin, exposing the three gapping claw marks across my side. I winced as I touched them, knowing they need stitches. I heard footsteps from down the hall, approaching the door. They were loud and quick, I knew they were his. The bathroom door cracked open as I looked in the mirror I could see his face peeping around.

“Hey, kid, you all good?” His voice was low and protective.

“Fine.” I took a deep breath and reached for a clean shirt to throw on.

“You’re gonna need stitches.”

“I know.” I looked at my feet, my dirty converse, covered in fresh blood.

“It happens. We will get them next time.” He tried to be upbeat but I knew he was disappointed.

“Okay.”

“Look at me, (y/n). It’s okay.”

“Okay.” I looked in the mirror at him, just as disappointed, if not more.

He nodded and closes the door gently, leaving me to sulk alone. I could feel the tears swell in my eyes. I felt the weight on my chest. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.

“Hunters don’t cry. Hunters don’t cry. Hunters don’t cry.” I repeatedly told myself as I brushed my hair and put it up in a pony tail.

Hunters don’t cry. The words I lived by. John told me I had to be strong. I have to stay strong for the boys. Hunters don’t cry. John and Mary were my Godparents. My parents were killed by vampires when I was three. I was one year younger than Sam and five younger than Dean. John raised me like his sons, fighting the good fight. I never stopped hunting. I left the boys after John died for two years but came back because I couldn’t stay away. I left and felt completely empty. When I came back, things were different. Sam and I stayed the same. The same friendship. The same bond. Dean was an entirely different story. We avoid being too close. He knocks on my door instead of barging in. He can’t touch me and I can not touch him. He can’t look at me in the eyes. I can’t ride in Baby with just him. We can’t be in the same room alone, comfortably. We try to make things work but we can’t.

I half assed my bandage across my ribcage, covering the wound. My pajamas felt like silk but truly they were old, stretched out sweatpants and a torn up Van Halen shirt. My bare feet padded across the floor as I walked out of the bathroom. I hear a high pitched scream around the corner, I pulled the gun from behind my waist band, took a deep breath, and rounded the corner. I came face to face with the biggest monster of all, one of Dean’s bar hookups that is sadly becoming an actual relationship.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” She screams, he was right behind her laughing and then he looked up at me.

“We just had a really bad hunt, don’t scream out of no where. Next time I might just pull the trigger.” I firmly stand my ground as I put the gun back in my waist band.

“So you were just going to shoot me?!” She was screaming and being over dramatic.

“Don’t flatter yourself, honey, I’ll shoot anyone if I have to.” I roll my eyes and start to walk past.

“(Y/N), can we have a word?” Dean states as he grabs my arm gently as he pulls me aside.

“Look I’m tired, bruised, and hungry. I don’t want to hear it.” I folding my arms in front of my chest, looking at my feet.

“Just look at me.” He placed his hand on my arm.

“I can’t.” I shook his arm off, and watched his arms fall to his side.

“You can’t or you won’t.” He stated firmly.

“You know the answer.”

“What do you want me to do? You know whatever it is, I’ll do it. But we have to stop this. We aren’t a team anymore. We can’t keep doing this.” He was defeated just as much as I was.

“Nothing. You can’t do anything.” I started to walk away.

“You can let me try.” He was pleading but he still wouldn’t look at me.

“It’s a waste of time. Let’s just do our jobs.”

“Why won’t you look at me? Why won’t you let me touch you? Why won’t you stay in the same room with me? We are suppose to be family.” He was starting to get annoyed but I did not care.

“Yeah, Dean but family doesn’t do what you did to me.” I was already starting to tear up again.

“I apologized.”

“You said sorry and didn’t even mean it.”

“Yes I did!” He slammed his hand against the old wall, almost busting a hole in it.

“If you did, you would have stood by my side. You were too busy fucking that bimbo back there to even notice how I was falling the fuck apart. You can’t tell me you love me every night and hold me till I fall asleep and do what you did. You can’t fuck my brains out and did what you did.” I was crying now but I was still standing my ground.

“WHAT DID I FUCKING DO?!” He was screaming “TELL ME WHAT I DID! TELL ME HOW I BROKE YOU?! Just tell me.” Sam had run up the stairs and was standing behind him, worried but protective over the both of us.

“I waited for you. I needed you and you weren’t there. You were with her, at the bar. You were with her, not giving a damn about me.”

He looked at me, his face red. He looked at his shoes, he looked at the wall, and he raised his head to look at me. He closed in and brushed his face against mine as he whispered in my ear.

“At least she would have given the child a chance.”

“Fuck you, you fucking animal.” I drew back my arm to slap him but I felt Sam grab me. “You put me the fuck down. I swear to God Dean Winchester, I’m going to fucking kill you. If it’s the last fucking thing I do! You’re the biggest piece of shit I’ve ever met.” At this point Sam was carrying me down the hall as I fought his grip.

Dean walked down following “Do it sweetheart, you’ll shoot anyone and anything. Just like Uncle John taught you. Hunters don’t cry. Keep saying it to yourself. You’re not a hunter. You’re an abandoned women with severe daddy issues and empty heart.”

“Both of you stop this! Dean, go to bed. (Y/N), go cool off. We can deal with this tomorrow.” Sam had finally had enough. He put his arms out, distancing us. He has been our referee for years and has come quite accustomed to breaking us up.

“You wouldn’t protect her if you knew what she did, Sam. She’s not as innocent as she acts. But don’t worry, I’m the monster. Right, (y/n)? ”

Dean turned and walked back down the long hall and into his room. I hear his shoes hit the floor and her giggle. Sam looked at me, I knew he felt bad for both of us. It was our mistake. It was my choice. I wasn’t bringing up a child in the apocalypse. I couldn’t have done that.

I heard her she was giggling and saying his name. He laughed with her. He laughed like he laughed with me. I felt my heart ache so hard I was holding my chest.

“It’s okay, I’m here. Sammy’s here.” Sam’s hands were resting on my shoulders trying to calm me down. He pulled me close as I felt like I was spinning a hundred miles per hour. Sam was my big brother and best friend, he was my comfort when I had no one. He is my anchor to the real world not our world full of monsters and ghouls.

“Help me get stitched up because we have a long day tomorrow.” I pulled away, wiping away my tears, and adjusting my shirt. Hunters don’t cry.

“Sure… but (y/n), you have got to tell Dean. He has to know the truth.”

“Not now, Sammy, please just stitch up my side.”

And that he did, he stitched my side. He didn’t speak, we didn’t talk. Hearing them down the hall was all the noise that needed to be heard. I loved Dean Winchester with every ounce of my being and hate him with every fiber in my body. I loved him so much it hurt my heart but I hated him to the point I could not be around him. He was my choice of drug and addiction. He was my rising and my downfall. He was what pieced me back together but he is the one that finally broke me.

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todokori-kun · 7 years

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(remember how I kept mentioning that my computer has been weird?

It finally just broke down and I feel like I’ll have to wait a couple of days for it to be ok again…currently using dad’s computer that he never uses, but since the keyboard on this one is a bit wonky there may be more typos than I usually make. Sorry OTL)

It’s quite the heartwarming moment. Look at how happy Draco looks

She was PUNCHING her stomach??? Idk how I missed that when I was reading the chapter, gotta go reread it now…but why, Touka. Why would you do that.

I’d much prefer an Uta/Touka child tho. Kaneki's kid might not be able to escape being involved in a tragedy, but any child of Uta’s is destined to be the one writing that tragedy. At least they’d be safe(ish).

Ugh I’m imagining Eto passing on the title of OEK to the Touken kid as she’s dying like

“If I say goodbye, this world will learn to move on. Our legacy outlives me when I’m gone…”

Ok, but wait. What if. Uncle Hide meets Eto and the child at the airport and drives them to their new home, where a tall man with a serious face, white hair and a pink flower-patterned shirt is waiting for them…

“Who’s that, Auntie Eto?”

“That’s your grandfather, sweetheart.”

(No idea whether I should smile or sob over those Hide gifs)

My sister is the girl who claims that she’s the queen of Korea.

“Sweetheart, Korea already has a president.”

“Then I’m the queen of England.”

“You’re not from England though…”

“I can speak English!”

(five year old logic. This is an actual conversation we had once. She’s also read a bit of Black Butler’s more kid-friendly arcs with me (I’ve altered canon to make her believe that Sebastian is like Ciel’s fairy godfather or something lol)…and is convinced that whenever those pictures of Sebastian pulling off his glove with his teeth pop up he’s actually eating his glove.)

Well, as you can probably tell I’m still a masochist/sadist when it comes to characters and stories XD

And since I sent Naomi and Louisa, I hope you liked them! :) Louisa’s still in development so there might have been too little info, sorry about that ^^;;

Yeah, you’re right, it’s pretty op. However, I was actually trying to make her a bit op, if that makes sense? I thought it might be good to make her naturally a super powerful ghoul so that it would really show how much she’s holding herself back.

(You might have noticed that I ended up scrapping the kakuja anyway though ^^;; Naomi and Tatsuo are both old OCs I decided to remake and I couldn’t remember the backstory behind how she got her it. I didn’t really want to make a new explanation so yeah, no kakuja XD)

Honestly, my personal opinion on OCs is that being super powerful is fine as long as you can have it make sense (example: if you have an AoT OC making them a really strong soldier is fine, especially if they’re a new member of the MP or a Survey Corps veteran. However, you cannot make them as strong as/stronger than Levi and Mikasa unless they are a dead member of the Ackerman clan, and having them on the same level as the Titan trio is also pushing it unless they were also trained to be warriors/potential titan shifters). Angst is fine too as long as it fits (dead parents and a violent childhood spent alone on the streets is the average backstory for a ghoul in the TG universe, but not for a skater from YoI) and you know how to pull it off. I mean, Kaneki’s story is basically 99.9% tragedy but Ishida nailed it. I think it depends on the writer’s skill level and understanding of the character.

And I definitely did not have the required skill level/understanding when I created that Catwoman OC lol

It seems we’ve both improved a lot since those dark times though, so that’s great! :D (still, sometimes I’m not quite sure if I’m doing it right haha…but from what you’ve shown me you’re being a queen again. How do you do it. Please teach me your ways).

I can relate to that…I make OCs just because I like developing them. The only ones who ever actually get used are the characters for my original stories (like Louisa) ^^;;

Well, I did imagine some of his role in TG canon and I planned for him to die in Re…probably because of Naomi, because he has a very strong sense of self-preservation until his baby sister gets involved.

It is a perfect gif. And yes, that’s usually what happens when I try to explain my fandoms to my parents/acquaintances. (Aot is especially awkward because in the Korean version titans are just called ‘giants’, and whenever I talk about it with other people not in the fandom I can just FEEL that they’re imagining fully-dressed fairytale giants like the one in Jack and the Beanstalk lol)

You’ll probably have to use it again soon because I’m working on that Kaneki/reader Heathers AU ;)

Btw, Shuu/Kaneki song list that I just thought of (you probably know a lot of the songs on here too, but I just felt this weird need to show it to you. It’s mostly from Shuu’s POV):

Part 1

Blank Space- Taylor Swift

Irresistible- Fall Out Boy

Kiss with a Fist- Florence + The Machine

Fire meet Gasoline- Sia

Love the way you lie- Skylar Grey

I don’t wanna live forever- ZAYN & Taylor Swift

Part 2:

Dark Paradise- Lana Del Rey

Ultraviolence- Lana Del Rey

Jet pack blues- Fall Out Boy

Breath of Life- Florence + The Machine

Colors- Halsey

Before I say anything. THE NEW BLACK BUTLER CHAPTER IS OUT I AM DECEASED. IT HAPPENED HOLY SHIT IT HAPPENED I WANNA SCREAM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Okay enough yelling. But damn, I am McFricking emotional right now, because damn, it was expected but unexpected and holy shit I can not calm myself down because w h a t t h e h e l l Idk if you’ve read it (sorry if you didn’t, this probably doesn’t make any sense ^^;;) I just. Wow. woow. I wanna put the panels here, but if I do, it’s a spoiler and I don’t wanna spoil it for you. When you do read it, please come scream with me.

Aw, that’s a shame :/ Hopefully it gets fixed soon!

The joy on his face is unmistakeable. Just look at it

No, no, I’m not sure if she was punching it, I just said that it’d be bad if she did punch it, since she had punched her stomach in the anime when her friend delivered that food. Also, in the school’s bathroom stall.

Uta/Touka child would be the ultimate troll. Damn, now I’m wishing it’s their child as well :P

That would be sad, but completely honestly, Eto’s death wouldn’t phase me all that much.

And now you’ve melted my heart to the end. Congrats on not breaking it for once :)))

I like your sis hahah Give her the newest chapter of BB and we’ll see how she reacts *sadistic grinning* Bassy eating his gloves certainly is an interesting thought, though.

I like both of them ^^ I definitely want to hear more about Louisa, though

It seems we have different views on OCs here ^^;; Honestly, op characters haven’t been my favourite after I finished my phase of making them hahaha How I see it, having an all powerful characters erases a lot of great opportunities for character development and sometimes even makes the plot pointless, since they could solve it at any time, by themselves. Not to mention it can make them very unoriginal. This is especially present in my views of AoT OCs. Most of them are either Titan Shifters (which is also canonically impossible considering the recent chapters, unless you add a new titan type (also pushing it)) or as strong as/stronger than Levi, which makes them all bland and hard to distinguish between. Why not make a character strong in their own way? Instead of being an expert with blades (just like Levi), why not have them be someone extremely skilled with 3DMG, so they can serve as distraction for titans until others finish it off? Sure, that doesn’t mean the character will have a ton of solo kills (which is something OC creators seem to value a lot), but it still makes them important to the team. Also, one of my biggest problems with those OCs: they all join the Survey Corps (despite being in top 10 (also pretty much a requirement for OCs)) and are extremely brave and yadayadayada Let’s be honest, if we were in that world and managed to get top 10, chances are we’d join the MP. Or at least the Garrison.

As for angst, I’m fine with an angsty backstory, as long as it doesn’t go too far. Sure, kill the parents and have them wander on the streets, but for fucks sake, if you do that, there’s no reason for the character to be molested, experimented on by a cult, have a best friend who dies purely for the plot and then make the see the undead or something, so they are more Edgy™

Whoops, that turned out quite long ^^;;; This is just my personal opinion, though.

Well, when making my newer OCs, I try to focus on character flaws. What makes them human? What would break them? Why do they have powers, yet aren’t able to defeat everything with a single kick (ONE PUUUUNCH)? I guess making 'flawless’ characters in the past made me take the opposite approach today :p

Well, Titans do look ridiculous. I mean,

Not fairy tale material, but enough for the whole fandom to make fun of them.

Oh my, am I going to get my feelings destroyed again?

Actually, I don’t know a few of the songs ^^;;; I’ll go listen to them now ^^

#evans #submission

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