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papermoonloveslucy · 1 year

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LUCY’S DINING GUIDE

The Restaurants & Eateries of the Lucyverse ~ Part 1

Eating out brought Lucy to a wide variety of dining spots: Sit down restaurants, diners, cafés and lunch counters are all here - in Lucy’s Dining Guide!

The Corner Drugstore ~ “Fred and Ethel Fight” (1952) / “The Gossip” (1952) / “Redecorating” (1952)

Drugstores of the time frequently had lunch counters serving light fare such as ice cream sodas, milk shakes, egg creams, pies, and coffee.

In “Fred and Ethel Fight” Ricky orders a peanut butter and jelly sandwich while Fred orders a grape juice.

The drugstore is seen again in “The Gossip” Fred drinks coffee and Ricky just reads the newspaper. In “Redecorating” Fred orders a double malted from soda jerk Hazel.

Jubilee Club aka The Roof Garden ~ “Lucy Changes Her Mind” (1953)

The restaurant specializes in steaks, roast beef, and chops (”Pork chops, huh?”) as well as...

...breadsticks! Lucy not only can’t decide where to sit, but what to order.

WAITER: “Now, let's see if I've got this straight. Lamb chops for you, sirloin steak for you, pork chops for you, pork chops for you, and a new eraser for me.”

Corner Coffee Shop ~ “Lucy and Fred Are TV Fans” (1953)

Lucy and Ethel duck into a corner coffee shop to make a phone call. The special of the day is Franks & Potato Salad and Tomato Soup.

The menu board says they serve such diner fare as waffles, corned beef, French dip, Pork & Beans, plate lunch, toasted cheese, pie, and cake. They serve a variety of sandwiches: Roast Beef, Ham & Cheese, Grilled Cheese, and Ham & Lettuce. Don’t forget cigarettes!

French Restaurant ~ “The French Revue” (1953)

Since nobody speaks fluent French, they all end up bluffing and stalling, finally requesting four orders of “closed on Sundays.” The only English on the menu is ‘Acme Printing Company’ (a Union shop, according to Fred).

WAITER: "La specialite de la maison: un petit roti, des petits pois,"

Translation: "The specials of the house are small roast meats, peas, and some sort of fried potatoes."

Italian Restaurant on 39th Street near 8th Avenue ~ “Equal Rights” (1953)

Ricky and Fred order meatballs, spaghetti, pizza, and coffee, with Fred ordering a green salad as well. Lucy and Ethel order steaks with spaghetti on the side. Lucy wants hers medium rare; Ethel orders hers well done. Ricky and Fred shave at the table to teach the girls a lesson about equal rights.

WAITER: “Something more for you? More coffee, dessert ... after-shave lotion?”

When Lucy and Ethel can’t pay their half of the bill, they are forced to wash dishes, giving viewers a look at the restaurant’s kitchen.

Bill’s Place / Little Bit of Cuba / Big Hunk of America ~ “The Diner” (1954)

The gang purchase a neighborhood diner but can’t agree on how to run it.

The Little Bit of Cuba special is a hamburger patty smothered in Tabasco sauce and mashed banana between two tortillas.

RICKY: “We're gonna have arroz con pollo, frijoles, paella, everything.”

Big Hunk of America serves up hamburgers, coffee, hot dogs, hotcakes, and of course pie!

Fred shares some diner lingo.

“Adam and Eve on a raft - wreck 'em!” (scrambled eggs on toast)

“Walk a cow past the stove and don’t cry over it!” (a rare hamburger without onions) or - as Ricky interprets it - “Bring the bull in the ring and laugh in its face!”

“There’s a gambler in the house!” (hash)

“The Diner” and the “The Black Wig” (see below) had their filming and broadcast order switched so that set for Bill’s Diner ended up becoming the set for Tony’s Restaurant. The wooden ice boxes were used in both sets, as well as in “Equal Rights” (see above).

Tony’s ~ “The Black Wig” (1954)

When Ricky doesn’t recognize Lucy with her new wig, she arranges a date with him at Tony’s, a small Italian eatery, bringing along a disguised Ethel as a date for Fred. The telltale signs of Italian American cuisine are the checkered tablecloths, breadsticks and chianti bottles. The waiter at Tony’s is played by Louis A. Nicoletti.

One Oak Cafe ~ “First Stop” (1955)

Driving through Ohio on the way to Hollywood, the gang are famished and forced to stop at One Oak Cafe. Their outdated menu offers such mouth-watering fare as steak sandwiches with French fries and coleslaw, roast beef with baked potato, and fried chicken with biscuits.

Unfortunately for the foursome, all he has are stale Swiss cheese sandwiches wrapped in wax paper, which he buys from a salesman when he comes around.

The Hollywood Brown Derby ~ “L.A. at Last!” (1955)

The real-life Hollywood Brown Derby was founded by Wilson Mizner in 1926 on Wilshire Boulevard. Its distinctive exterior resembled a large brown derby to attract tourists and passing motorists. A second location on North Vine Street (not shaped like a derby) was opened in 1929. Due to its proximity to movie studios, it became the place to do deals and be seen. Clark Gable is said to have proposed to Carole Lombard there and rival gossip columnists Louella Parsons and Hedda Hopper were regular patrons. Its walls were decorated with hundreds of celebrity caricatures all drawn by resident artist Jack Lane. They are faithfully reproduced on the “I Love Lucy” stage as are their distinctive derby-shaped wall sconces. The restaurant was destroyed by fire in 1987 but was licensed to the Walt Disney theme parks where you can still enjoy the original Cobb salad.

William Holden orders a Cobb salad and coffee. The Hollywood Brown Derby is the ‘birthplace’ of the Cobb Salad, which was said to have been hastily arranged from leftovers by owner Robert Cobb for theater owner Sid Grauman. One story says that it was a chopped salad because Grauman had just had dental work done, and couldn’t chew well!

Lucy and Ethel order spaghetti and meatballs. Fred orders the veal cutlet Marco Polo. In the original script he ordered the turkey Marco Polo, simply because it was the most expensive item on the menu, but the line was cut. Lucy gets spaghetti and meatballs with extra meat sauce, which was a specialty of the house according the the 1949 Brown Derby cookbook. Lucy also orders a tossed salad from the menu which the waiter explains is a mixed green salad with an oil dressing.

The City of Los Angeles Domeliner Dining Car ~ “The Great Train Robbery” (1955)

On the way back to New York, the gang takes the brand new Union Pacific Domeliner, which has a dining car with a view. Vivian Vance and William Frawley were sent to the actual train to film location footage, but it was cut before the episode aired due to problems matching the sequence of events with the studio footage.

ETHEL: “I heard they had wonderful food on this train and I want to get in there before it's all gone.”

The food served, however, shows up on their wardrobe!

La Porte Montmartre Café ~ “Paris at Last” (1956)

In Paris, the gang enjoys sidewalk cafés in all three episodes.

At La Porte Montmartre Lucy orders Escargot Bourgogne (aka snails) and - much to the chagrin of the chef - covers them with sauce tomate (aka catsup).

Café Du Monde ~ “Lucy Meets Charles Boyer” (1956)

ETHEL: “Oh, boy, this is good French pastry!”

Café Restaurant Le Plaisir ~ “Lucy Gets a Paris Gown” (1956)

The sidewalk café provides a perfect viewpoint for viewing Jacques Marcel’s models parade down the sidewalk after a fashion show.

Martinelli’s Pizza ~ “Visitor from Italy” (1956)

To keep Mario from being deported, Lucy must substitute for him as a pizza chef.

Hansen’s Café ~ “Off To Florida” (1956)

When Lucy and Ethel share a ride to Florida with a suspected hatchet murderess (Elsa Lanchester), they make a pitstop at a roadside cafe.

They want more than coffee - they want HELP!

Meeghan’s Chop House ~ “Lucy’s Night in Town” (1957)

Before the theatre, the gang goes to dinner. Lucy and Ethel order roast beef (medium) with mashed potatoes and Lima beans.

LUCY: “Everyone should chew their food 25 times before swallowing, just like the animals do, because hot food is bad for the stomach. You also should peel Lima beans to get the most out of them because the nutrients lie underneath the upper epidermis.”

The Westport Country Club ~ “Country Club Dance” (1957)

It’s strictly buffet fare when Grace Munson introduces her beautiful young cousin Diana Jordan (Barbara Eden).

Snow Valley Lodge Café ~ “Lucy Goes to Snow Valley”

When Lucy is photo-bombing Fernando Lamas by taking over for the waitress, she douses his sandwich with coffee.

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Schraft’s ~ The famous ‘ladies who lunch’ spot was mentioned in “Lucy Does the Tango” (1957) and “Housewarming” (1957).

LUCY: “Well, I thought it'd be fun to have a fancy girl-type luncheon, you know, like we used to have at Schraft’s in New York.”

21 ~ Manhattan’s iconic nightspot and restaurant was mentioned in “Vacation from Marriage” (1954), “Mr. and Mrs. TV Show” (1954), “Lucy Wants a Career” (1959), and “Lucy Goes Duck Hunting” (1963).

ETHEL: “We’ve been to 21 four times. That’s 84!”

Romanoff's ~ was mentioned in “The Tour” (1955). The episode opens with Lucy begging Ricky to let her accompany him to Romanoff’s for lunch with Richard Widmark. Romanoff’s became known for their chocolate soufflés, strawberries Romanoff and Noodles Romanoff.

LUCY: “I'll be as quiet as a mouse. I won't eat very much, just a little piece of cheese. I'll even pick up the check for the whole lunch.”

Lindy's ~ a Manhattan deli and restaurant first opened in 1921 by Leo "Lindy" Lindermann was famous for it's New York style cheesecake and sandwiches named in honor of celebrities. Ricky takes everyone to Lindy’s when he hears about getting the part in Don Juan during “Ricky’s Contract” (1954) and then again in “Milton Berle Hides Out at the Ricardos” (1959).

BERLE: “Lindy promised to name a sandwich after me if I gave up my table by the door.”

The Golden Drumstick ~ In “First Stop” Mr. Skinner tells the gang about a restaurant down the road that serves a turkey dinner with all the trimmings - dressing, cranberry sauce, green salad, and homemade peach shortcake - for only one dollar! But then dashes their hopes by telling them that they went out of business due to the low price.

Don’s Beachcomber ~ In “Lucy Goes to Grauman’s” (1956), Lucy takes stock of her souvenir haul, including chopsticks from the Beachcomber, a South Seas meets Cantonese style menu that exceeded the menu of most standard Chinese restaurants in Los Angeles at the time.

SEEN BUT NOT HEARD

Restaurant au Mont Cenis ~ While Lucy and Ricky lived in their first apartment (Seasons 1 & 2) a painting by Maurice Utrillo “Restaurant au Mont Cenis” (1922) was hung prominently on the back wall of the living room above the piano, or the desk.

The actual print was gifted to Lucille’s costume designer Elois Jennsen and auctioned off upon her death.

#Lucille Ball #I Love Lucy #Restaurants #Diners #Cafes #Desi Arnaz #Vivian Vance #William Frawley #TV #Domeliner #Schraft's #Lindy's #Don's Beachcomber

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chameleomille · 11 months

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Yandere Reader x Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum Part 2/5

Crooked Poisoned Pastel Cake

-crying, sweating, bleeding, drolling, moaning, bf hes even here, i love you bye

Your breath hitches as your hands grip the cold steel, your gaze straining as you find it harder to breathe, your forehead sweats as your heart races, your legs shake, your head is spinning, your body is weak, but... it feels... amazing...

"Hey! Excuse me! When do you think you'll be done with that machine?"

Your head jerks back at the interruption.

The man stares at you in silence for a moment as your hair sticks to your face, you glare at him as the phonk blasts in your headphones, you slowly pull off an earbud as you stand straight on the Stairmaster.

"Sorry pal what was that?" You say trying to sound friendly as the muscular brunette stares at you.

"Sorry...I was just- nevermind.. Have a good workout!"

And with that, he waves and walks off, you sigh putting the earbud back in, gripping the cold metal leaning forward, your eyes locking into the mirror before you, the sounds of the Gym fade in the background as you close your eyes, controlling your breathing as you feel your legs begin to tremble.

..............

You collapse onto your bed as you grip at the sheets, your wet hair smelling of eucalyptus, supposedly a sleeping aid, and you needed all the aid you could get. You slowly push off the bed making your way to your nightstand, you open the humidifier as you drip some sandalwood oil into the bubbling water, you close it as you lean forward to catch a whiff of the citrusy oak smell. Supposedly it was good for fighting acne, you lean against your bed for a moment as you gaze around your bedroom, garbage, empty soda cans, dirty laundry, wet socks, tissues, dirty dishes- you had everything...that you could find in a fucking landfill.

You groan. "I'll clean you tomorrow." You tell your room as you plunge into your bed, your freshly washed sheets and pillowcases smelling like soap, dirty pillows were one of the number one causes of acne. Supposedly... you sigh as you stare up at your ceiling, the sunlight shining through the heavy blinds, it was 11pm, what a productive fucking morning damn. Breakfast, gym shower, and skincare? Damn, talk about fuck-a-boy motivation.

"I feel so fucking pathetic" you spit.

Your eyes widen for a moment as you take yourself off guard, "Yo shut the fuck up-" you bite back, "he's cute as fuck." You smirk as you sit upright in your bed as a stark thought hits you- "I'm wasting time."

You throw yourself out of bed, hurling away the idea of an after-gym nap as you race down the hall to your office, you throw the door open jumping into your desk chair as you swivel around for a moment. Your hands grip the desk to a halt as you begin to pound away at your newly cleaned keyboard.

You pound away for a few moments clicking and typing, clicking and typing, your eyes darting from one tab to another, one link to another. You yank open the top drawer of the desk gripping your wallet as you whip out your debit card, you pound the digits into the meager laptop as your eyes focus back from the card to the screen, back to the screen to the card. You smile as you finally click 'accept'.

You lean back in your chair for a moment crossing your arms as if to comfort yourself in the moment. The sunlight in your room causes a warm glow against the dull neutral furniture and theme of the dingy office. You sit silently your eyes watching the loading symbol spin and spin on the screen before you.

"Goldin Gentlemen's Club, Pickup time 1:15am" you read aloud.

Your lips curl into a smile, you felt like a fucking supervillain, almost made you feel like pulling up one of the youtube playlists with those fire-ass names like "pov youre the anime villain and just won" but you falter, you couldn't get distracted, you had shit to get done. The day has hardly started, usually, you were still asleep by this time, your ass wouldn't wake up until 1pm, you stand upright pushing your chair back as your hands reach for the hand sanitizer, sanitizing your hands as you strut down the hallway back to your bedroom.

Your eyes travel across the room, grabbing an old shopping bag.

"Time to clean this bitch up." You smirk.

----

"Well hello there..."

"Hi. Give it to me."

"Straight to the point- I like it, here you are Miss."

"Thank you."

"Take care."

"I will." You pause, you really shouldn't be such a bitch to the man who sells fake college degrees, illegal and shady as shit.

"You too man."

He smiles. "Thanks." You watch as the small geeky man shuffles away with 2 absolute units as bodyguards, you stand still your fingers grazing the edge of the shiny table as you remember where the fuck you are. Your eyes dart around at the sensory overload as fake tanned bimbos dry hump greasy businessmen, you roll your eyes setting down your soda as you clutch the crisp black envelope against your hip, sauntering your way past the sweaty hoes and manwhores- sorry- "gentlemen" of the nightclub, the bright lights...stolen, the hot air...horny, the shiny jewels...fake, the dazzling smiles...whitening strips..., the glamorous dresses...thrifted, the voluminous hair... wigs.

"I sound like Holden fucking Caulfield" you mutter under your breath as you shove past the large desperate crowd of the nightclub, bidding goodnight to the bouncer as you make your way out into the dark night, your hand grips at your hip as suddenly you realize.

the envelope.

the envelope holding the fake psychology university degree.

the one you bought illegally,

the one that you bought for 10 thousand fucking gil. It wasn't in your hands.

You dart back into the nightclub as your head spins, your heart races, laughter, and moans fill your ears as you press past whore after whore, your eyes darting from person to person, glitter on the ground, hair and lashes, necklaces and earrings, condoms and bras, you breathe hard groping in the darkness as the lights flash. Blue- Pink-Purple-Red-Yellow-Blue-Blue

"Hey!"

You hear a voice call out to you in the chaos, you're on your knees you're hands filled with useless filth, but not your envelope.

"Hey!! Miss?" The voice shouts.

You feel your eyes watering your face heating up, where the fuck is it where is it??

Suddenly a hand grips at your bicep, you don't have a second to react as suddenly you are yanked up off the ground, you stumble forward as your eyes land on the perp. A young blonde man with freckles stares at you in worry as your breath stops.

"Hey miss! Hehee.. is this yours?" You stare at his soft blue eyes as he holds up a black envelope, your eyes blur to the envelope in silence as he smiles nervously at you.

"Yes." You breathe as your hand shakingly reaches for the envelope. "It is..."

"Yay... I found it hahaa..." His chuckle is nervous and forced for pleasantries as you hold the envelope to your chest breathing in relief, he's still holding your arm as he leans forward to your face.

"Are you alright miss?- Oh! By the way 'name's Prompto!"

You already knew his name, you already know everything about this man. He's the Prince's best friend, someone you need to make allies with.

You quickly straighten yourself up composing yourself as you quickly conjure up a story.

"Yes... I'm alright, thank you so much Prompto. I'm (y/n) it's a pleasure truly.." You add a smile as your hand reaches to graze his hand on your arm. No harm in a little flirting.

He flinches as he hides his face, he's blushing already? Damn. I'm good.

"W-what a pretty name!" He stammers, "H-hey it's kind of hard to hear you why dont-" he leans forward winking, "you and I g-get out of here?" Ugh. he gives me the ick, he couldn't get some anyway, saving this ass for your best friend thank you very much.

"That sounds like a fine idea!" You chirp. Ugh. So PhOny, Holden Caulfield who? Fuck it we ball, preppy ass therapist here-

Oh yeah, that's the plan, the illegal Pyshcolgoy Degree from Insomnia Hyerglad University you just bought for 10k gil? Yeah, that shits going on your motherfucking resume straight to the Lucis Royalty Office of Health, you'll just bribe a soy boy and get that shit straight to the top, without even giving top, this resume is going straight to Ignis. Then boom pre-psychological evaluation by yours truly. But...Prompto could be a shortcut to that uptight nerd.

"Lead the way!" You giggle as Prompto smiles giddily, he holds your hand as he pulls you away from the boisterous crowd of Bratz dolls and termites.

The two of you gasp for air laughing as you hold each other's hands, the cold air of the parking lot slams you like a fucking truck, hopefully as hard as Noctis can hit it-Shit. Gotta stay focused.

"Hey Prompto right?" You let go of his hand gently standing upright, the black tight dress making you look a little too fine.

"Thats right! And it was (y/n) right? Sorry! Kinda loud in there you know?" He's using disclaimers and qualifiers in his speech, great he's a sub. Whatever! Ugh fuck! Hope Nocts a dom...Fuck!

"Haha! No worries sweetie!" Ugh. that was cringy, suck it up buttercup, "Yeah.. it is quite loud in there." Better. don't sound like a stripper. "If I may.. how did you find my envelope in such chaos? You must have amazing eyesight!" Nailed it.

Hes giggling, hes blushing, hes totally into you. "Awee shucks! Well...I am kinda into photography. its not a big deal or anything just super fun! A hobby of mine, so I guess that's why? Other than that I do need reading glasses so my eyesight must be getting better..."

You giggle hiding your face eleganty as you tuck a strand behind your ear. "That must be why! Well I must say-"

"Y-you know I think you'd make a beautiful portrait!"

You freeze, you look up at you as you smile averting your eyes, "You... you really think so?"

"I do.." His confidence is admirable, he's moving fast though. Damn.

"Thats very sweet of you... Truly, I don't think I've ever received such a compliment of that degree!"

"Really? Looks like you gotta get out more.."

"I suppose i do.. Haha!" GOOD GOOD RIDE THIS WAVE LIKE YOU'RE GONNA RIDE NOCTIS- FUCK. STAY FOCUSED. "I don't really get out much..." you say shyly.

"Woah! Seriously? I mean..I guess you seem sort of shy, introverted for sure, n-not that that's a bad thing!" Someone has got to teach this kid rizz.

"Haha.. yeah I suppose so. You seem rather extroverted! Would you call yourself that?"

"I think I would like to call myself Prompto!"

You slap a hand over your mouth as you lean forward stifling a laugh! The two of you laugh in the dark parking lot as your echos bounce off the thick concrete walls. You wipe away a tear as you recompose yourself.

"Ohh.. do you do comedy atop photography?" You say with an airy laugh. "Nope! But the boys say I should!" HOLE IN ONE.

"Oh the boys? Hahhaa!... are you apart of a band as well? Such a jack of all trades!" "Hahah! You could kindaaa say that, work in progress that is! The four Regals! Or OOO the Chocobros! Currently a wip right now!'

You simmer down your laughter as you tilt your head cutely at him, "I'd love to hear you sing sometime then...!"

The blonde's eyes widen as he blushes madly, he frantically straightens his white collar as he averts his gaze a nervous smile tugging.

"Hehee-well we don't sing... but I don't think the gang would mind for you!" Bag fucking got.

"Really..? Oh! You think so?? I would adore that!"

"For sure!! We could get a whole get-up for you! Mics, karaoke, snacks, drinks the whole shodigity shabangabang -a- rama! Glady, Iggy, Noct-!!" Your heart stops, your hands shake, your face blushes, your eyes widen as your lips curl into a smile, your eyes blurring the blonde into oblivion as your voice whispers into the night.

"- - t h e y' d l o v e y a..!! O h- - b u t n o a l c o h o l c a u s e i c a n t d r i n k-"

"Sounds like a plan..."

#prompto argentum #yandere #noctis x reader #ffxv #kill me pls

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belliesandburps · 3 years

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Our Favorites Handling Bellyaches

I imagine that a lot of our favorites tend to deal with indigestion in very different ways, which can lead to amusing and appealing scenarios. And since folks tend to enjoy these posts most, figured I’d whip up a new one for y’all. :P

And for the sake of not going insane, I’ll keep it to one character per series:

Leona Kingscholar (Twisted Wonderland): Leona has a really strong stomach and canonically stuffs himself constantly. A full belly tends to just make him really sleepy. But every once in a while, given his love of exotic, expensive foods, Leona eats something that doesn’t agree with his stomach. This usually kills his ravenous appetite and leaves his usually concave, slightly toned stomach looking a little puffed out and gurgling deeply. When this happens, Leona will hiss to himself with a mildly strained and annoyed look on his face, really firmly rubbing his belly with one hand; firm enough that he’s riding his shirt up and exposing his tanned middle while his fingers really dig into it to settle it down, hissing about his indigestion being a huge pain in his ass, as always. He’ll give a few guttural burps, trying to ease as much pressure in his belly as he can, but they tend to get more rumbly and wet-sounding if he’s feeling mildly nauseous, which don’t bring him any relief. And if he’s letting a few out in a row, Leona may end up burping so hard that his throat hitches, and he immediately clamps his mouth shut, as if he’s about to throw up. It eventually passes, but that’s the telltale sign that he’s gotta ease up. Fortunately, if the Prefect catches him pretending his gut isn’t bothering him, they’ll start rubbing his burbling belly which never fails to calm it down. He’ll groan about how Herbivores are good for something besides eating, and give a familiar ‘rumble’ in his chest that, if the Prefect ever uttered a word to anyone else about...would be the death of them. Fortunately, if they relax Leona enough, he’ll be too busy catching a much needed catnap to maim them. On the veeeeery rare instance where Leona DOES eat too much, his belly will be spiling out to the point where it’s completely hiking up his shirt and forcing him to spread his thighs apart because that’s how much food it will take to actually give Leona a bellyache. In that instance, Leona will be groaning miserably and punctuating his fullness by burping so forcefully that the ground itself feels like it quivers. When he’s that full and feeling his belly churning so hard it hurts, Leona will groggily call out to whoever he can, be it the Prefect or Ruggie, whoever gets to him fastest. Then he’ll demand they rub his belly or he’ll swallow them whole the first chance he gets. Ruggie tends to get cheeky and when he does, Leona shuts that shit down by grabbing him by the throat and burping enormously in Ruggie’s face, leaving Ruggie coughing while Leona growls that he can still make room for dessert.

Katsuki Bakugou (My Hero Academia): Bakugou canonically loves extra spicy food, downs a lot of soda and tends to eat very ravenously. He’s smart enough to know his limits, but he’s a stubborn lil timebomb sometimes, and will always eat past his limits to spite anyone who ever said he couldn’t. And that usually leaves him groaning miserably while his bulging, churning belly groans intensely from being so abused. When he’s overstuffed and suffering indigestion, Bakugou will slump back in his seat miserably, tug his tanktop up and firmly run his hands up and down his bloated middle, hoping to ease the cramps in his stomach lining. While rubbing, Bakugou will press down on his belly and work up some really deep, throaty belches. These are really thick, hefty sounding burps that give him a sliver of relief, until he eventually slaps his belly as hard as he can and burps so loudly that you’d swear there was an earthquake. And THOSE monsters always leave his toes curling and his head lulled back with a loud, relieved moan and a satisfied pat to his taut, rounded belly. If he ate something that didn’t agree with him, then like Leona, Bakugou’s abs thin out and get very mildly bloated and feel like they’re vibrating with how hard his belly churns. Bakugou gets even pissier than usual, snapping at people to fuck off, but groaning miserably the whole while. He’ll knead into his gut firmly, always tugging his shirt up and exposing his bare belly while he tries to circulate the gas up with his firm touch. Bakugou always tries to burp out the nausea, desperate to work up the biggest belch he can to bring some desperately needed relief. He’ll slap his exposed belly repeatedly until the gas comes out forcefully, or gulp down air to belch on command, which he can do loud enough to give some relief. But on rare occasions, he’s burped too hard and ended up vomiting profusely instead. He always gets really angry if that happens and threatens to explode the living shit out of anyone who looks down on him for throwing up.

William James Moriarty (Moriarty the Patriot): William has a pretty strong stomach, because everything about him is measured and disciplined. And he has nerves of absolute steel, which means anxiety never becomes a factor. However, William is no stranger to vices. He’s quite partial to sweets and though he isn’t a heavy drinker the way Sebastian is, anytime he and Sherlock go out to the pub, Liam can’t help but get competitive with his soulmate. Or he eats something exotic that simply doesn’t agree with him. If he drinks too much, William actually ends up getting the hiccups. One of the only times Sherlock has ever seen his beloved Liam blush was when a loud, high-pitched *HIC!!!* erupted from the young mathematicians mouth, leaving him covering his lips with slightly widened eyes. After that, William tries to keep his hiccuping stifled with his mouth closed. This causes his stomach to jerk around a lot, which doesn’t sit well for the poor red-eyed devil, especially if he’s got a belly full of beer, sloshing around inside the organ heavily. That can lead to some hiccups turning into deep “hiccurrrrps” instead, which rumble in his mouth audibly. Anytime he muffles a belch in his mouth brought on by all the spasms, William will excuse himself under his breath, and try to hold said breath so the hiccup-fits pass, subtly massaging his stomach or throat if he’s hiccuping too much. If he just ate something that didn’t agree with him, William’s mask-like face won’t give much away. He’ll still appear blank, even smiling at you as needed. But if you look carefully, you’ll see beads of sweat forming from how badly his stomach is aching. The gurgles it gives aren’t loud, but they’re forceful. He’ll carry on like nothing’s wrong, and when no one is looking, subtly use his fingertips to knead circles into his belly to try and settle it down. Or he’ll turn to some of Louis’ much-needed tea to try and settle his gut. If Louis hears Brother William comment on his stomach giving him grief, he’ll take it upon himself to rub William’s belly to make it feel better (not in "that” way because...hell-fuck-no). If SHERLOCK hears William comment on a bit of indigestion, he’ll have more fun with it, unbuttoning Liam’s shirt and exposing his lean stomach as they sit down together in private with Sherlock rubbing Liam’s belly sensually and occasionally resting his ear against William’s warm stomach, listening to it gurgle and making some analytical comments on the sounds and what it says about Liam. Sherlock is surprisingly delicate when rubbing Liam’s belly, but he’s got a cheeky side, so he’ll occasionally knead a little harder and get William muffling a much deeper belch so he can tease him. William will get back at him by smiling and very gently asserting that Sherlock must have some kind of fetish, getting him sputtering, and William back in control as always. :P

Natsu Dragneel (Fairy Tail): Of all the characters on this list, Natsu’s the one we’ve canonically seen suffering from bellyaches the most. He gets them from motion sickness, and can get them from eating way too much. If he’s feeling nauseous because he’s on a train or a caravan, his abs puff out slightly, but of the bunch, Natsu is the most overt and crippled by his aching belly. Whereas Leona is annoyed, William is subtle and Bakugou is really gassy, Natsu is groaning miserably, green in the gills, and puffing out his cheeks like he’s on the verge of vomiting at any moment. He’ll whine and whimper pitifully, begging Lucy for belly rubs, and she’ll always give it to him, unable to say no...aaaaaaaand not wanting to see him puke his guts out. XD He’ll rest his spiky head on Lucy’s shoulder, huffing breathlessly while she very carefully navigates his abs with her fingertips, kneading and caressing that rock-hard belly while he groans, both in pain AND in pleasure. But from time to time, he gets a really bad stomachache from just eating WAY too much. In doing so, he’s sporting a huge, jiggling gut which sloshes heavily with every step he takes, since the fire in his belly works down his meals way faster than an average person. He’ll announce how overstuffed he is with a giant belch, and a miserable groan. Like the first instance, Natsu will be whining at Lucy to rub his belly, but it’s punctuated by his glutted belly churning noisily and Natsu occasionally interrupting himself with an incredibly deep and throaty burp. Lucy has taken to rubbing Natsu’s belly outside of her apartment when it’s REALLY noisy, because that gurgling tends to mean there’s a lot of gas festering inside, and what she’s taken to doing is pressing against Natsu’s belly until he unleashes a HUGE, fiery belch...and she’ll keep pressing into Natsu’s belly, making him burp and again as the plume of fire grows weaker each time, until eventually, he’s just burping up smoke. That tends to give Natsu some MUCH needed relief, which leaves him more docile as he slumps back and eventually dozes off. But Luce is NOT letting that fiery ditz burn her roof down again...

Killer Croc (Batman): Croc‘s canonically a huge glutton and canonically very prone to nausea. He doesn’t do well with heights at all, and on multiple occasions, has eaten things which don’t agree with his scaly gut one iota. If it’s a height thing, then unfortunately, Croc’s inevitably gonna puke. There hasn’t been a single instance where Croc complains about not feeling so hot in the comics where he DIDN’T throw up. In the comics, he tends to burp wetly a few times first, but that eventually leads to him throwing up violently, and a few times in a row...which Harley certainly has a field day with. If he ate something that isn’t sitting right, Croc will let out a really throaty burp and cover his mouth after, worried that he’s on the verge of puking because he can taste whatever he just ate on his burp, or complains that something came up with that one. In these instances, if someone rubs Croc’s belly, they can settle it down and keep him from spewing. Whenever Croc’s got something not sitting right, it’s usually not the only thing he’s eaten, meaning his gut is probably pretty bloated. I love to imagine Croc with a paunchy, doughy belly (thanks to a certain @horriblehooter) but his scaly stomach will still look visibly distended, and be pushing his pants down a little. So when someone rubs Croc’s belly, their fingers will sink into his bellyfat a little while they run their hands up and down that scaly gut and knead into it. This will get Croc groaning pleasurably, giving a rumble in his chest not unlike Leona’s, just way more beastly in nature. The rubbing will occasionally work up a beefy belch, and if that person really presses into Croc’s belly, he’ll let loose a HUGE burp that gets the ground itself almost rattling. But those will give Croc some MUCH needed relief...aaaaaand more than likely cause him to belch up the remnants of his last meal, usually their bones...

Gilbert Nightray (Pandora Hearts): Gil’s definitely the sort to suffer from indigestion the most. He gets the most worked up out of anyone within Pandora, aaaand he’s kind of the whiniest (one of many reasons why I love this unwitting cinnamon bun). Usually, it’s because he’s eaten too much, drank too much, or because he’s just too worked up to the point where he’s given himself a stomachache. We saw in that fluff episode, Gilbert gets the hiccups pretty frequently when he’s drunk, and if he drank too much, poor Gil’s gonna be a hiccuping mess which is eventually gonna lead to him crawling on the ground, cradling his stomach and hiccuping / whimpering pitifully, before he starts crying and whining that he’s a huge lightweight...which he is. If he ate too much, Gil’s stomach doesn’t get nearly as big as anyone else on this list. He’s the sort who, at his worst, gets a really tight and taut bloat that presses his belly out and feels really heavy for him. That leaves him wincing in pain and sweating bullets as Gil tries to massaging his aching belly, and insisting he doesn’t need any help. But Oz being Oz, he’ll immediately plant his hands on Gil’s belly and start rubbing, which will leave Gil blushing furiously, and looking away to try and mask how good it feels. But because Oz is also something of a troll, he’ll wait until Gil is in the middle of saying something then press on his belly so Gil ends up accidentally burping mid-conversation, or even accidentally burping part of his sentence out, which always leaves him mortified while Alice scoffs and says she could top those in her sleep. If he’s got an anxiety-induced stomachache, Gil occasionally tries smoking to calm his nerves, but with his gut giving him grief, that tends to make it worse, and leaves him coughing up a bunch of smoke comically. On occasion, Oz still rubs Gil’s stomach to try and settle it and offering words that will ease Gil’s anxieties. This will always soften Gil up and leave him trying his best not to get sappy with his young master and best friend-o. :P

Cloud Strife (FFVII Remake): Cloud’s canonically got a weak stomach, especially when it comes to motion sickness. Him riding Chocobos will leave him cradling his stomach and lurching miserably. And in the process of getting nauseous, Cloud will get really wet burps that gurgle up his throat so hard he covers his mouth and lurches like he’s trying so desperately hard not to throw up on the spot. He’s like Natsu, in that he’s very weak to indigestion, groaning and burping too much to even really talk at all, mumbling that his stomach hurts really badly. Someone rubbing his back or rubbing his belly will settle him down, but only if the ride is over. If he’s already nauseous and still has more of a trip to go, he either needs a really long break, or he’s gonna eventually throw up. Ironically, he can pack it away like a champ, but is still prone to eating too much from time to time as well. In those instances, someone settling up close and leaning against him to rub his belly will make all the difference in the world. Because Cloud is your stereotypical loner, but he’s also quite starved for physical affection and contact. Rubbing his belly will circulate gas up, but Cloud will turn his head and muffle any burps he feels rumbling up his throat, unless he REALLY needs to get it out, in which case...brace yourself. ;)

Link (LoZ: Breath of the Wild): Link‘s now a canonical glutton and I love that. He’s also canonically prone to getting some serious indigestion brought on by experimental cooking gone horribly wrong. Link will eat freakin’ ANYTHING now, and I love it. I freakin’ LOVE it. But that also means he eats things that are just awful. And when he does, Link is a miserable mess, slumped over, groaning and burping while cradling his aching belly, which is pooching out beneath his tunic because the glutton of time knew what he was eating was awful...and still ate ALL of it. Some potions will help settle Link’s stomach in instances like that. Or he’ll ride it out and let a warm campfire bake near his belly to settle it. Zelda, often times, will delicately slip her hand underneath Link’s tunic and shirt and start rubbing his belly from beneath the tunic to calm it more directly. And whenever he gets a belly rub, Link has the most adorably docile smile on his face as he hums and leans in to Zelda’s touch.

If there are any other characters you’d like to see covered, hit up the ask box, folks! :)

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Part of the Whatever Tomorrow Brings series.

Chapter 2: Theo

This chapter is all about Theo coming out to his family, which I know can be a sensitive subject for people. So I just wanted to give fair warning before anyone reads it.

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January 2010

Emily was nervous as soon as the school called, Theo’s teacher, a kind woman called Ms Gorman, wanted to speak to her as soon as possible. Aaron couldn’t make it, a meeting with his superiors running over, so she had a cranky Amelia in her lap as she sat in a slightly too small chair in Theo’s classroom.

“Mrs Hotchher, I understand that the circumstances around Theo’s recent absence from class was...unusual to say the least.” Ms Gorman says kindly. “But I do have a couple of concerns.”

Emily frowns, her heart constricting in her chest, fears about her son being held back a year taking root. She shushes Amelia as she cries out, holding the small toy she had brought to entertain her infront of her.

“I did try my best with homeschooling, I know it wasn’t ideal but we did ok.”

“That’s not what I mean, Mrs Hotchner. Theo is a very bright boy, and he is doing very well academically.” Ms Gorman reassures, and Emily feels a brief moment of relief. “My concern is more around the social side of things.”

“Oh.” Emily says. “He hasn’t said anything. What about Ollie, and his other friends? You couldn’t get them to spend 10 minutes away from each other before.”

The truth rolled around Emily’s head. ‘Before’ was back prior to their world being torn apart and a serial killer almost murdering Aaron in their old home. Before she had spent 6 months in a cramped apartment with her kids, allowed no contact with her husband or anyone else in their lives.

“6 months is a long time when you are their age. They’ve all moved on.”

It felt like a gut punch to Emily, guilt spreading through her body quickly. She swallows against the lump of emotion in her throat. “Does he talk to anyone?”

Ms Gorman smiles sadly at her before shaking her head. “He tried at first, but he just sits alone now at lunch and at recess. I’ve tried to encourage him to play with the others, but all he wants to do is see you or his older brother.”

Emily closes her eyes briefly and takes a deep breath before she looks back at Ms Gorman.

“Thank you for letting me know.” __________

Theo doesn’t want to talk about it at all on the way home from school, despite her attempts to bribe him with ice cream. Jack isn’t even able to pull him out of it with promises of a few rounds of MarioKart. Theo solemnly eats his dinner before going to his room early, asking if he can just go upstairs to play alone.

Emily sighs as she gets Amelia out of her high chair, kissing the sleepy baby’s head as she pulls her into her arms. “Bed time for you I think, sweet girl.”

Aaron walks over to them and smiles, kissing his wife on the lips and his daughter on her head.

“Why don’t I put her down and you go speak to Theo?” He says, a tightness in his voice that had been there since she told him what the teacher had explained to her. He was already lifting the 11 month old from her arms as Emily started to protest. “We both know you’re the only one he’ll talk to.”

Emily opens her mouth to argue, but Amelia interrupts her, mumbling into her fathers shirt as she sleepily lays her head against him.

“Dada.”

Emily rolls her eyes as she relents. “I fed her almost exclusively with my body for 10 months and you’re the favourite.” She says, eyebrow raised but no malice in her voice. They both knew she didn’t really mind, that she was delighted that the once strong bond between father and daughter had been repaired after their long separation.

She kisses her daughter’s head again, whispering goodnight and words of love against her skin before she heads upstairs to her son’s room. She knocks lightly on the door.

“Theo? Can I come in?”

There’s a sniff through the door that makes her heart twist in her chest. “No.”

“Theo, baby. I want to make sure you’re ok.” There’s a pause. “Please?”

“Ok.”

Emily walks into the room to find Theo sat on his bed, tears streaming down his face and Archie held tightly in his arms. “Oh my sweet boy.”

She walks over to the bed and sits next to him at the head of it. She wraps her arm around him and he immediately curls into her embrace, his wet face pressed against her shirt.

“I have no friends.” He cries, and she shushes him, pulling him fully into her lap so she can hug him properly.

“Your teacher said you have been having some problems with Ollie and the others.”

“They don’t want to talk to me anymore.” He sniffs. “They said I’m weird.”

Emily immediately stiffens, anger spiking in her veins. She hears a voice in the back of her head, that sounded suspiciously like her husband, that was telling her she couldn’t tell off a bunch of 7 year olds for upsetting her son.

“That’s not very nice of them.” She says, kissing the top of his head, surprised at how even her voice sounded. “Have you tried talking to anyone else?”

Theo sniffs again. “There’s a girl called Lucy that seems ok.”

“Well, why don’t you talk to her?”

Theo pulls back from her enough to look at her, an indigent look on his face that she just knew was all her. “Because she’s a girl, Mommy.” He says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well, I’m a girl.” She replies, fake indignation in her voice as she pokes his nose. “You speak to me all the time.”

“You don’t count.”

“Oh I don’t, huh?” She says, tickling him until he relents. He is laying against her again and she runs her hand through his hair. “Just try talking to her, baby. You never know she could end up being fun. Even if she is a girl.”

Emily stays with him until he falls asleep, slipping out from under him with years of practice at not disturbing him. She goes in search of her husband and finds him in their room, laying on their bed, one hand under his head, still fully dressed from his day at work.

“Is he ok?” Aaron asks as soon as she enters the room, his voice tight and his eyes are fixed on the ceiling.

She sighs, joining him on the bed. “I think he will be.” She looks at him, biting her lip when she sees the barely suppressed emotion on his face. “Are you ok?”

“It’s my fault.”

“Aaron, it’s no-”

“Don’t say it’s not my fault.” He says, his voice too close to begging for her liking. “I goaded a serial killer and he came after me, after us. And now our kids are traumatised, and our son doesn’t have any friends left.” Emily grabs his hand and tugs him towards her. He doesn’t resist, rolling onto his side until he is pressed up against her, his head on her chest. She wraps her arms around him, scratching her nails through his hair.

“Honey.” She punctuates the pet name with a kiss to his forehead. “I’m not going to let you blame yourself for any of this. It’s all George Foyet’s fault. All of it.” She almost feels her own resolve slip when she feels his tears through her shirt, opposite to the side that Theo had cried on only an hour earlier. “Ok?”

“Ok.” He says, his hand moving to her hip to squeeze it. “Ok.” He repeats, sounding more sure.

They lay there for a while, taking comfort in each other that two months after their reunion still felt precious.

“What would we all do without you?” Aaron asks into her shirt, his voice sounding lighter than it had done all evening.

Emily laughs. “I don’t know. I think our kids would all have less of an attitude though.”

“You’ve got that right.” He replies, and she can feel his smug grin against her chest.

“Jerk.” She says, unable to stop herself from laughing. He looks up at her and they kiss, his hand on her hip tightening. They pull back and she leans her forehead against his. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” __________

November 2020

Theo wants to get it off his chest, he wants to tell his family before he leaves for college. He decides to tell Penelope first. Aside from his parents she had always been his biggest supporter, his confidant. Her friendship with his mom and dad had served him well before, a rare teenage tantrum about them being over protective turned around in moments as she reminded them how much they had been through to have him, and to keep their family safe. She had driven him home, his head lowered as he apologised to his mother for their crossed words. Now he needed her advice.

He had sent her a text the day before asking if he could come round after school for a chat, saying he needed some help with something, his insistence that it would be kept a secret from his mom and dad clear. Penelope replied, almost immediately like she always did, with the affirmative and Theo found himself unable to concentrate throughout this classes. His mind focused elsewhere.

Penelope answered her front door in a flurry of bright colours and barely concealed anxiety. She ushers him into her home, a hug and a greeting in quick succession as she guides him into her living room.

“Now, you have got to tell me what this is all about.” She says, already passing him his favourite soda before he can ask for it. “I know you said you wanted to keep whatever it is between us, but if you’ve done drugs or killed someone or something else illegal, I don’t think I can keep it from them.”

“Aunt Pen-”

“Your dad has this way of looking directly into my soul or something. And your mom is terrifying when it comes to you guys. I’d have to go into hiding-”

“Aunt Pen.” Theo says more firmly, finally getting her attention. She stops ranting and stares at him, an expectant look on her face. “It’s nothing illegal. I promise.”

She seems to notice how serious he is and she instantly calms, the concerned look on her face melting away into comfort. “Theo, you know you can tell me anything.”

He takes a deep breath, and he says the words he had never said out loud, but had known were true for as long as he remembered. “I’m gay.”

Penelope doesn’t react for a second, no emotion passes over her face, and Theo very briefly wonders if he had somehow made a mistake. Then all of a sudden he’s in a bone crushing hug, and he can almost feel the relief pouring out of him.

“Am I the first person you’ve told?” She asks, still holding him tightly.

Theo swallows against the lump in his throat, tears of relief on his face. “Yeah.”

“And you want my advice on how to tell your mom and dad?”

“Yeah.”

There’s a beat of silence. “Oh.” Penelope suddenly exclaims, pulling back from Theo, making him jump slightly. “I have an idea. You could get one of those confetti gun things, fill it with rainbow confetti and just let it off at dinner.”

Theo stares at his aunt for a second, the enthusiasm rolling off of her in waves. “Yeah, I’m not going to do that.”

“A cake?”

“Aunt Pen.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m not going to do something over the top. I just want to tell them.”

“Teddy Bear.” Penelope says, using the nickname she had used when he was small. She was, without a doubt, the only person he would let get away with calling him that now. “Your mom and dad love you. Nothing will ever change that. You should just tell them, whenever you feel ready.”

He nods, a smile on his face. “Ok.”

She sends him home with enough baked goods to feed a small town, and a fierce hug at the door. “I am so proud of you, Theo.”

It’s the only secret Penelope Garcia ever keeps. __________

The next day Theo comes home from school to a package, Penelope’s recognisable handwriting on the label. He takes it to his room and opens it, something like a mix of a laugh and a sigh coming out when he pulls out a handheld confetti cannon.

There’s a small note attached to it that simply says ‘in case you change your mind.’

He hides it under his bed. ___________

Emily is surprised when she looks up from her never ending stream of paperwork to a knock on her office door to see her son standing there, nerves rolling off of him. There were times when it was hard for her to accept that so many years had passed. That her once tiny baby who refused to be separated from her in the first few weeks of his life, although her husband would argue it was years, was now this 18 year old standing in front of her.

Her nerves were immediately on edge. He would only have finished school just less than an hour ago, meaning he had come directly from school to Quantico. The kids used to visit her at work more when they were younger, Aaron bringing them in on evenings when she was still Unit Chief and they were fresh back from a case, paperwork too behind for her to go straight home. He would walk into her office, Theo and Jack by his side and Amelia resting on his hip with a bag full of food prepared for them all. This was rare, just one of them showing up unannounced, and a number of worse case scenarios were already tumbling around her head.

“Theo, hi.” She immediately abandons her work, pen forgotten on her desk as she approaches her son. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah.” He chokes out, sounding anything but ok. “I just wanted to talk to you. Alone.”

“Of course. Give me one second.” She walks past him, a hand briefly on his shoulder before she pokes her head out of her office and tells her assistant to give them some time. She then closes the door and pulls the blinds shut giving them total privacy, already completely prepared to hunt down whoever had Theo this upset. She sits on the couch she keeps in her office and pats the seat next to her, encouraging him to join her.

At first Emily just sits there, watching Theo intently as he avoids looking at her, worry all over his face. She lets five minutes of tortuous silence pass. She sees how he is picking at his cuticles, a habit he had inherited from her, how his left knee was bouncing constantly, anxiety rolling off of him.

“Theo, honey.” She places a hand on his knee to stop it from bouncing. It makes him look at her and she gives him an encouraging smile. “You can take as long as you need to tell me whatever it is you want to. I just need to know if you’re ok, because I’m worried.”

“Sorry.” He says, trying to smile at her.

“Oh sweetheart, no.” She cups the back of his head. “Don’t apologise. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Theo suddenly closes the gap between them and hugs her tightly. He’d always been the most affectionate out of her children, even throughout his teenage years he had still consistently sought her out. A bond between the two of them that Aaron often said even teenage hormones couldn’t fracture.

Emily hugs him back, frowning at what almost felt like desperation in his embrace. “You’re ok, Theo. You’re ok.”

“Mom?”

“Yes, honey?”

He pulls back from her, and she instinctively wipes the tear away from his cheek. Something she had done countless times in his life. Something she would do as long as he needed her to.

Theo takes a deep breath. “I’m gay.” He says, his voice shaky but his words certain.

Emily had known this was coming, she always had. She had seen how anxious Theo had been lately but waited for him to come to her, for him to be ready. She smiles at him and wipes another tear away from his cheek. “Thank you for telling me. I love you and I’m so proud of you.”

There’s a beat of silence before Theo furrows his brow, looking so much like Aaron it makes her smile wider. “That’s it?”

“Were you expecting something else?”

“No.” He says, shaking his head. “I don’t know. Lucy came out to her parents lately and it didn’t go well. I guess I was worried.” He swallows the lump in his throat. “Do you think Dad will be ok? What about grandma?”

Emily smiles at him again and pulls him back into a hug and kisses the side of his head.

“Sweetheart.” She soothes, her hand running up and down his back. “Your dad loves you, no matter what. It’s kind of part of the whole being a parent thing. I can be with you when you tell him if you want.” Emily smiles when she feels him nod against her. “Just take it one step at a time. And as far as your grandmother goes, if she says anything even slightly awful you leave her to me. I’m long overdue for a fight with her anyway.”

Theo laughs at that and pulls away, and wipes the few remaining tears from his face. “Thanks, Mom. I don’t think I could go head to head with her.”

“Lucky for you I have 50 years of practice.” She smiles. “Do you want to go home? Talk to Dad?”

“Don’t you have work?”

“You’re more important than any of that.” Emily says gesturing to her desk. “It’s completely up to you though.”

“Let's do it.” __________

Theo is grateful for his mother as she sits next to him on the couch, close enough for him to reach out for if he needs her. She’d always been his favourite person for as long as he could remember. His memories of the time they had been separated from his father were slightly fuzzy, and at this stage when he dreamt about it he wasn’t always sure what was real and what his brain had made up to torture him. What Theo did remember, however, was his mother. How she had held it together, the way she had still let them all know how much they were loved.

It was only as he got older, and he realised how disgustingly in love his parents were, it occurred to him how difficult it must have been for her. He had seen how miserable either of them were if they were separated for a few days at a time, and every time they hugged a little too long in the foyer of their home, only breaking apart at Amelia’s protests, he wondered how they had managed it for 6 months.

When he tells his dad his most closely guarded secret he feels instant relief at his supportive reaction. It was almost, word for word, the same as his mother’s, and a small part of Theo wondered if they had practised it.

__________

He tells his brother over the phone a week later, Jack’s working schedule as a resident at the local was difficult and made getting together tricky at times.

Theo takes a deep breath as he walks into the living room, a small smile on his face as he finds his younger sister sitting on the couch, her head buried in her phone.

“Mills.”

“Yeah.” She doesn’t look up from her phone.

“Can I talk to you?”

“Yeah.”

Theo pauses when she still doesn’t look up at him. “Amelia.” He says, the use of her full name finally drawing her gaze from her phone. “It’s important.”

She holds her hands up and makes a show of locking her phone and putting it down in her lap. “You have my undivided attention.”

Theo takes a seat next to her on the couch. “I’ve already told Mom and Dad, and Jack, so I thought it was important to tell you too. I’m gay.”

Amelia looks at him for a second, expression blank before she picks her phone back. “Are you free right now, or are you doing this with everyone tonight?”

Theo furrows his brows at her. “Sure...I’m free.”

“Cool.” She stands up, furiously texting someone. “Jack thought you wouldn’t come out until after Christmas, and now he owes me $20. Can you drive me to his place?”

Theo stares at her for a second, his car keys already in his hand. “You guys bet on that?”

“Yeah.” Amelia replies, smiling at a text he assumes is from Jack. “Can we go to Taco Bell after?”

“Why?”

She rolls her eyes at him. “To spend my $20. Obviously.” __________

Amelia sits next to him, her feet on the dash of his new car, eating what appeared to be her third taco in as many minutes. She reaches into the paper bag in the passenger seat footwell and passes him one. Theo takes it with a smile on his face.

Amelia nudges him with her elbow. “I’m very lucky to have you as an older brother.” She briefly rests her head on his shoulder, and Theo is taken aback by the out of character sentiment from his sister.

Then as quickly as it happened, she removes her head from his shoulder and takes a sip of her Baja Blast. “So, what’s your type? Big and muscly like Uncle Derek, or nerdy like Uncle Spence?”

“Mills.”

“What? I’ve got to be on the lookout for you.” She takes another sip of her drink. “You’re terrible at flirting.”

“You’re not even 12. You shouldn’t even know what flirting is.” He deadpans.

“Oh come on.” Amelia says, rolling her eyes. “I’ve known what flirting is since I could talk. Mom and Dad do it constantly. It’s disgusting.” __________

“It’s rare we get the house to ourselves.” Aaron says as he wraps his arms around Emily’s waist from behind, kissing the side of her head. She was standing at the kitchen counter, cutting up some vegetables for dinner. It was the closest thing Aaron would let her do to cooking, his claim that she could burn water always quickly following his protests that he could prepare meals by himself.

Emily smiles as she briefly leans back into him. “Careful, or it will be your fault when I cut myself.” To make a point she purposely pushes the knife down a little harder than necessary. “And we both know you can’t cope if I’m hurt.”

“That’s unfair.” He says squeezing her a little tighter.

“Do I need to bring up the time my appendix nearly exploded, again? Or do you remember that differently to how I do?”

He takes the knife from her hand and turns her round so she’s facing him. Her arms automatically wrap around him, her hands trailing up his back to rest at the edge of his shoulder blades. Aaron leans down to kiss her, determined to wipe the smug look off her face, when they hear the scrape of a key in the front door. He groans and rests his forehead against hers.

Emily laughs and briefly presses her lips against his. “We’ll carry on this conversation later, Mr Hotchner.”

“That better be a promise.” He says, pulling her slightly closer, hearing Theo and Amelia’s voices drift into the house.

“Always, my love.” She kisses him again before extracting herself from his grip. She walks towards where she can hear the kids talking, and she arrives to find Amelia going upstairs.

“Does she not want dinner?” Emily asks Theo, watching her daughters retreating figure up the stairs.

“I think Mills just ate more tacos than anyone ever has in one sitting.” Theo says, smiling at the look of bewilderment on his mother’s face. “She bet Jack $20 that I would come out before Christmas, she made me take her to Taco Bell to spend her winnings.”

Emily raises an eyebrow. She knew Ameila had very little tact, and a part of her was concerned at what she could have said to her brother. “Do you need me to have a word with her?”

“No it’s ok.” Theo shakes his head. “Mom, did you and Dad already know?”

Emily flushes slightly, averting her eyes from her son before she looks back at him. “Yes. We did. We were just waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to tell us.” She laughs at the look of confusion on his face. “Honey, I think you sometimes forget what your dad and I both used to do for a living. Plus, your first ever crush was Joe Jonas from Camp Rock.”

Theo laughed at that, the relief blooming in his chest. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It wasn’t our place, honey. This is your story to tell.” She opens her arms up for a hug which he gladly accepts. “We’re both so proud of you.” ______

After dinner Aaron goes to the home office to mark some papers for the class he taught at Quantico. Full retirement had never quite suited him, so he taught one class a semester. Theo finds himself standing outside the office just before he went to bed, after watching a movie with his mother, knocking to say goodnight to his father.

“Come in.”

Theo opens the door and walks in, hovering in the doorway. “I’m off to bed. Mom says she’ll meet you in your bedroom to finish the conversation you started.” Theo says. Aaron tries to hide the smile on his face, but obviously fails when his son makes a noise of disgust. “I should have known that was something gross.”

“Sorry, you know she thinks it’s funny to freak you out.” Aaron laughs, his amusement at his wife's antics still as strong as they were when they first met. “If you need me as backup the first time you bring a boyfriend home let me know. We both know what your mother is like.” Aaron says, smirking as Theo’s face pales, images of Jack’s first attempts at bringing a girl home flicking through his brain.

“Oh God, she’ll find a way to bring up the you vs Foyet thing won’t she.”

Aaron smiles as he takes a sip of his drink. “Without a doubt.” __________

Aaron sneaks into his bedroom a couple of hours later, well aware that his wife was likely fast asleep by now. He smiles when he sees her curled up in the middle of the bed, mouth slightly open as she snored lightly, her hand under his pillow.

He quickly gets ready for bed before joining her. The movement of the bed wakes her enough for her to make a disgruntled noise before she moves closer to him, her thigh pressed over his waist.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart.” He soothes, securing her to him with a hand on her back.

“I think I promised to do something dirty when you came to bed.” She mumbles, face pressed into him.

Aaron chuckles, his hand drifting under her sleep shirt to press against her skin. “Another time, baby. You’re tired.”

She hums into him. “I’m glad Theo is ok, he seemed happier at dinner.”

“I think he’s just relieved it's out there.”

They lay in silence, and he thinks she may have fallen asleep until she speaks again. “He told me that Penelope sent him an explosive prop to come out to us with.”

“She did what?” __________

#hotchniss #hotchniss fanfic #hotchniss fan fiction #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #family #family fluff #chaotic hotchners #WTB Universe #they all deserve this happiness after what I put them through #I know it #you know it #Penelope Garcia would be the best aunt #I will take no feedback on that fact

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petri808 · 3 years

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N3+Nalu writers choice @grubenno sorry it’s kinda rushed 😅 and sappy lol

White day ficlet

How sad to be alone, Lucy sighed in her head as she waited at the bar for her drink to be made. Valentine’s Day had been a lonely one, and here she’d made the stupid choice to show up at a nightclub on White Day. To be fair, she’d forgotten about this unofficial day of love, because why would she pay attention to it as a single woman? But her friend Cana had cajoled and whined, let’s hang out! Pfft! Lucy looked over to the booth where her friend was currently glued to some orange-haired male. ‘Hang out, right...’ Lucy thought as she picked up the glass the bartender slid her way and turned around, bumping into someone.

“Oh, no!” Lucy’s hand quickly covered the drink and managed to keep 99% of its contents from sloshing onto... onyx eyes and a bright smile... A very hot guy! “Oh my, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay, miss,” the man assured. “It’s pretty crowded in here.”

“Yeah,” Lucy smiled back, taken by his kind words and seriously, did his smile get bigger? The man captivated her, pulled her in, his eyes like deep pools she could dive into and never return from. Even his salmon-colored hair seemed to compliment his boyish charm. “Sorry again, I-I should get back to—”

Suddenly, someone bumped into Lucy from behind. Her eyes flailed wide open in a slow motion scene, as her drink propelled forward, pinkish liquid splashing onto onyx-eye’s nice dress shirt! “Oh my god, oh my god!” She screamed as the pink spots quickly mushroomed along the fabric. Lucy whipped around, snapping at the idiot, who simply held their hands up and answered my bad, before walking away. “Asshole!” She lifted her hand ready to throw the glass in her hand at the guy, but her wrist was caught by another hand.

“Whoa! Whoa slugger! Calm down, I’m not injured or anything.”

The loud chuckle snapped Lucy back to the present. Oh, fuck, right! Onyx-eyes! “But, y-your shirt, oh, no it’s gonna stain! Shit! Um...” After ordering a club soda, Lucy grabbed his arm and started pulling him towards the bathroom. “Wait here, please, and hold this,” she thrust the soda in his hand, then rushed into the woman’s bathroom. After a few seconds, Lucy came out with a large wad of paper towels.

They moved to an area where there wasn’t too many people gathered. Lucy frantically dabbed the soda at his shirt, her frown deepening as it did little to remove anything. It was a long-shot at best, since reds were notoriously difficult stains to remove. “It’s not working,” moisture tinged her eyes. “I’m so sorry I ruined your shirt.” Her jerky ministrations grew more and more desperate as the reality set in.

This man was being so patient and understanding, but it didn’t dispel her frustration. Maybe it was the culmination of being alone, in a busy nightclub surrounded by couples, and now the humiliation of having spilled her drink on this man’s clothes. It all fed into the tears blooming in Lucy’s eyes. She sniffled them back, unwilling to give up. But why her? Why now?! Why did her life feel so pitiful in this moment?!

“Hey, hey,” a soothing males voice rang in her ears. “Stop, please, it’s okay ma’am.” Hands stopped her movement.

“No, but look at it,” she sniffled, “it’s ruined, your nights ruined, it’s all my fault...”

“Lady look at me,” he held her wrists with one hand while tipping her chin up with the other. “My night is far from ruined.”

Lucy’s breathing slowed as onyx eyes once again drew her in and his smile... dear god his smile... “I-It’s not?”

The man shook his head. “I really should thank that jerk for setting me up with a date on this lonely White day.”

Pfft! Lucy snorted a laugh at the stupid line. But it sent all her anguish melting away in an instant. “You’re calling this a date?”

He loosened his hold on her wrists, switching to taking one hand and lifting the back of it to his lips for a chaste kiss. “Let’s start over, shall we? I’m Natsu Dragneel and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Lucy smiled and blushed. “Lucy Heartfilia.”

“Well, Ms. Lucy, are you hungry? There’s a nice diner right around the corner.”

“But your shirt?”

“I have a spare in my car. So, what do you say? Shall we continue this date?”

She almost couldn’t believe what was happening. After such an embarrassing situation that should have sent this man running, he was asking her out instead. Lucy definitely didn’t see that one coming. And he seemed nice enough, surely worth taking a chance...

Lucy exhaled, as a truly happy smile crinkled her eyes. “I’d love to, Natsu.”

#nalu #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #nalu au #white day #nalu ficlet #nalu fan fic #sappy shit #nalu fan fiction #natsu x lucy

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melancholymaz · 4 years

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UNFORESEEN (3)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader (past), Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Tony Stark x reader.

Warnings: Steve x Natasha fluff and angst, reader x Natasha fluff also reader on a date!

Summary: Y/N starts to move on from her relationship with Natasha, but Natasha can’t help but be stuck in a pit of despair as things start coming back to her.

The early morning sun peeks through the blinds, the sound of cars and early birds come through the large windows. A strong arm sits on her waist as the large body lays behind her, his hot breath fanning on the back of her neck, a feeling sits deep in her body, a feeling of regret and guilt. Guilt for feeling content in that moment considering the heartbreak she caused to be in that situation. The red head knows that the other members of the team ask themselves if she feels bad for what she did to Y/N, and the answer has always been the same. Yes. She thinks about it every day, and can still see the pain in the Y/C/Hs eyes when she saw the couple together for the first, and tears spring to her eyes if she always thinks about it for too long. It’s been 6 months since the gala where Y/N admitted to Natasha she was going to propose. Natasha may have another body to love and appreciate, but she never forgets the woman who not only she loved but who loved her back with no regrets. The way she loves Steve is so completely different to the way she loved Y/N. Steve and her’s relationship was built off of getting through a bad time together, finding a new light to see and really seeing who that person really was. But with Y/N, it was meeting someone by accident, them getting to know a complete fake, then still trusting and finding love in someone despite finding out about their real past. Steve knew Natasha’s past wasn’t pretty and that loving someone like her was going to be difficult and Natasha would be lying if she said Steve didn’t struggle to love her properly, but with Y/N it almost came effortlessly for her to love Nat, she handled every nightmare, bad days and Natasha’s distant time-periods almost perfectly and never made Natasha feel bad for the consequences of her traumatising upbringing. Steve can sometimes get frustrated when Nat gets distant after a bad mission, and Nat would sometimes find herself staring at the elevator button to Y/N’s floor contemplating on whether or not she should take comfort from her ex lover, knowing that Y/N would hold her for days despite her own pain.

“Good morning Nat.” Steve’s thick with sleep voice interrupts her thinking, rolling her over and she can’t help but smile at his bed hair and sleepy grin.

“Good morning Captain.” She replies, giving him a sweet kiss before wrapping her arms around his neck to hold him closer, pressing soft kisses to his neck and shoulders. “Pancakes?”

“Pancakes.”

Y/N sits in the booth of a dim lit diner, lightly sipping her soda as the brunette woman across from her continues to chatter on about something Y/N lost interest in minutes ago.

“And that’s why I decided to become a vet!” Lucy, Y/N guesses, concludes her story, clapping once before shoving a handful of fries into her mouth with little to no gracefulness. Y/N smiles and nods, before subtly looking down at her phone, sending a SOS message to the group chat including Wanda and Tony, the two people responsible as to why she was on her fifth date that month.

Smelly 🦠

Please come save me

Lucy then starts to go on about her pet rat, and Y/N couldn’t be more grateful that Tony had replied 10 minutes later, the fastest he’s replied in forever.

Toeknee 💸

We’re out front sweet cheeks

Y/N mentally cringes at the situation she’s put herself in, she hates to be that girl on the date that leaves so abruptly, but this date had been the worst she had ever been on and could not stand to be in that mangey diner any longer.

“Look Lucy-”

“Lauren.”

“Lauren, I’m sorry, but I really have to leave, there’s been an emergency at home and I got to go sort it out.” Y/N offers, smiling awkwardly, not even giving Lauren a chance to reply before she slaps down enough cash to pay for the bill plus a generous tip, before dashing out the diner doors straight into Tony’s car. She sits back and takes a deep breath before she opens her eyes to see Tony’s and Wandas amused grins staring back at her.

“You guys are jerks.” Y/N chuckles as the other two laugh, Tony reversing out of the parking spot before driving back home. It’s not long before she’s falling into her bed and putting on her favourite TV show, falling asleep quickly as it plays in the background.

Natasha, however, couldn’t believe what she was hearing, her heart was pounding in her chest, and she couldn’t really see past the tears in her bright green eyes. Her mouth opens and closes, trying to find the words to say to the tall blonde in front of her.

“W-What?” She stutters, she can feel her throat close up, and now she realises that if this was bad, what had Y/N felt when Natasha had completely shattered your heart?

“I can’t do this anymore Nat, I just don’t see us working long-term.” Steve says quietly, running a hand down his face. “I knew I shouldn’t have let it get as far as it has.”

“Are you being fucking serious right now?” Natasha’s angry at that comment, she couldn’t believe the nerve that Steve had. “From the get-go you didn’t believe it was going to go very far? So you let me destroy my relationship knowing it wasn’t going to be worth it? I thought this could have been different Steve! I loved you!”

“I’m sorry, okay?!” He replies, not wanting Natasha to get too angry that the rest of the Avengers would come to see what’s going on, seeming how it’s 12am on a Wednesday and nearly everyone would be asleep besides vision, Tony and Bruce maybe.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it Steve!” Natasha shouts, she falls back to sit on the chair behind her, holding her face in her hands as she takes in what just happened. “Oh my god i’m such an idiot!”

Before the tears start coming down like a waterfall, she quickly takes her leave, leaving Steve standing there feeling just as guilty. Natasha tries to keep her emotions at bay but she can’t help it, as the elevator door’s open on your floor she can’t help but let the sobs rack through her body, her hand shaking as she reaches up to knock twice on the bedroom door. Natasha hears a ruffling of blankets and light footsteps before the door swings open, Y/N’s once half asleep eyes now fully aware of a sobbing Natasha with her arms wrapped around herself tightly. Y/N immediately pulls her into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her before pulling the red-head to her chest. Natasha’s sobs become louder and stronger, and Y/N can’t help but want to wrap her up in a million blankets and hold her forever if it meant Natasha never cried like this again in her lifetime. Y/N gently rubs Natasha’s back, whispering gentle words in her ear until she starts to calm down. Y/N gently picks Nat up, carrying her to the bed, laying her down and pulling the blanket over her before climbing back into her side of the bed, pulling a sniffling Natasha into her arms once again.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” Natasha’s weak voice whispers into the dark room, resting her head on Y/N’s chest, listening to the calm beating of Y/N’s heart.

“Never apologise to me, Nat. I know it wasn’t a nightmare, so what happened?” Y/N replies gently, combing her fingers along Nat’s scalp, knowing it would calm her down the easiest.

“Steve broke up with me, said he shouldn’t have let our relationship go as far as it did.” Nat says after a few moments of silence, now regretting running to her ex about the man she left her for.

“I’m sorry sweetheart.” Y/N replies sympathetically, pressing her lips to her head. “You know I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

“I still don’t understand how you’re treating me so well after what i did, especially now that it happened for nothing.” Natasha admits, slowly moving her arm to sit over Y/N’s body.

“It was a very shitty thing to do, and I’d be lying if I said I was over it. But I still love you more than anything, and I think that there could be us again potentially in the future.” Y/N says simply, wrapping her arms tighter around Natasha as she readjusts to lay down. “But we’ll talk about that another day, okay? Get some rest love, I’ll still be here with you in the morning.”

Natasha smiles softly, whispering as she lets sleep take over her tired body. “Goodnight, Y/N, Thank you.”

A/N: Ahhhh I couldn’t help but end it in fluff!! I hope you guys enjoyed this part!

#natasha romanoff x reader #imagine natasha romanoff #black widow x reader #steve rogers x natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff x reader #tony stark x reader #avengers x reader #scarlett johansson x reader

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grownups-are-the-real-monsters · 3 years

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This is what it looks like when I try.

Summary: (Modern AU - They’re all about 25 in this) Lucy could only nod her head solemnly because--‘what the hell did a person say to the woman who’d just attempted to steal her boyfriend and had spent the last month undermining her under the façade of friendship??’ {A Jolene AU}

Fandoms: The Stand

Ships: Larry Underwood/Lucy Swann

Word Count: 3,298

Last year Larry Underwood had seen his first real relationship crash and burn.

January began with him stuck in the ‘Otto’s’ Gas station for an extra hour after his shift. Cleaning after closing sucked.

The curse of being too jovial led his co-worker to hoping he could cover for him. Normally, he’d say no but Redman was a nice guy and it allowed Larry to sit and wonder if the new year would suck the life out of him too.

For the time being Larry’s only friend in the world was the Otto’s mascot; a large blow-mold like 3-D sign staring down at the only non-24/7 station in town. Otto the Orange Soda Bottle’s floating glove gripped the gas-pump nozzle with a sickly grin. He was just about the only boy in the college town that didn’t go bat-shit for the fizzy fruit that mixed well with plenty of acholic beverages.

Larry was passing time by staring up at Otto through the glass when a gentle tap alarmed him. A familiar dark haired woman stood at the doors. “Are you open, Larry?” She waved her hand in hello. Larry wanted to criticize her for missing all of their obvious ‘closed’ signs but found no energy.

“Closed.” He strolled over with an annoyed frown.

The woman, Nadine Cross, nodded like she knew her luck was shot. She seemed severely committed to her bit.

“Shit. Don’t know that I can make it to another station.” She pointed a sharp thumb back towards the lone car by pump number four. Larry stood atop his tip-toes to observe the dark vehicle. He glanced back at Nadine, unsure if he wanted to make conversation with a girl who’d broken up with him (‘If you could even call it that’) in September.

Sure, they’d remained semi-friends since the split but Larry found the whole thing to be strained. For a while there, he was still in love with her and she didn’t seem to care...running around with some new guy.

But then he’d met Lucy Swann and suddenly he didn’t really give a shit what Nadine was doing.

“I’ll see what I can do.” He tapped the glass in a half-finished pattern as a goodbye, see-ya later thing but about not until about halfway to the phone did the girl decide to tap back; finishing the jingle for a neighboring carpet joint. It was vaguely odd.

Mr. Felder, Alan Felder, advised Larry to help one last dollar if the kid was truly stranded. It occurred to Larry that Nadine could be faking...he turned back with the phone under his ear. "A little strange but she’s not threatening.”

He smiled at Nadine through the glass.

He got the go ahead to switch on the pumps, let the girl do her business and leave. But that all rested on the fact that Nadine was actually there for gas...

Most likely, she wasn’t.

But Larry still strolled on over, unlocked the door and let Cross inside with a hesitant smirk on his face. She sauntered over to stand next to the row of air-fresheners and looked nothing short of pleased with Larry’s confusion. “Having a good night?”

New Car Scent twitched on it’s metal rod as she flicked it absent-mindedly and Larry thought he could smell a hint of the blue tree. “Trust that my night’s been shitty.” He shook his head, passing by her violent presence at the forest of little trees to go back to his counter. “And it seems like it's only gonna get worse.”

Nadine wasn’t phased. Her brutal personality seemed to be locked in the trunk while the jewel toned one had her hands on the wheel. “Always negative.” Her eyes rolled around like glass marbles. Her attention then moved towards the overflowing aisle of snacks, feet carefully maneuvering against the tile as if walking a tightrope. “Maybe I just wanted to talk, Larry.”

“Oh yeah, What about?” He asked, unimpressed by her show of grace under the ‘Any size for just $1′ sign.

“Us.” Clarifying Larry’s worst fear, Nadine’s busy eyes still blinked ‘No Vacancy’. For there was nothing different that he could spot, the woman had no room available for a partner just the same as she didn’t last month when they broke it off.

“Can’t you be a normal person and just imagine this conversation happening in your head before you go to sleep?” Larry flicked his lighter open and pictured their last true conversation which had taken place on the curb outside of her house. Thank God she’d been getting rid of an ugly yellow couch at the time or else his ass might’ve froze to the concrete.

“Mmmm.” Acknowledged but with no appreciation, Nadine moved closer.

And Larry stepped back even further. He could almost see her November breath in the air. “Isn’t this all a little too high school, Nadine?”

She slammed her hand down on the counter. “Oh, trust you to invalidate my feelings.” Her scowl deepened but it didn’t intimidate him any. She slammed her palm to her forehead and grimly sighed. “Can’t I just come to you and say-”

Larry hopped onto the stool behind him and leaned onto his knees.

“Maybe I made a mistake, ok?”

“Honestly, Nadine.” He felt his chest tighten as he sat up again. “You come to me with this now-?” A laugh escaped. “You look right through Lucy-”

Nadine dropped any sense of her previous gloom. “Lucy? Sorry to break up your ‘happy home’, Larry-”

“She’s my girl, Nadine.” The flat, serious tone coming from him seemed to jerk the woman into further rage. “I never seemed to have a real shot with you anyway and I made my peace with that.”

“So maybe you didn’t then but now-” Nadine looked towards the freezers and swallowed softly.

“Now, I have Lucy. Best thing to ever happen to me, Nadine-”

“Bullshit!” She burst, surprising herself. “She’s not for you.” Her heart nearly leapt from her chest. “You’re just living out some damn idyllic fantasy but it’s not gonna last, Larry! You’re not that kind of guy!” She broke to breathe. “You’re-...complicated and...” Nadine slowed to a pause, feeling ridiculous but desperate.

Larry, who’d shared quite a few screaming matches with her previously, didn’t seem phased at all. “For a minute of my life, Nadine-a couple months, I thought I knew who you were. But I didn’t.” He shrugged. “And I am really fucking complicated. you got that right. But that’s about all you do know.” His eyes widened briefly.

Nadine deflated a bit on her spot.

“It took me about all my life, so far, to figure out that I could be a damn nice guy if I stopped wasting it being bitter at the world and thinking I was the shit. And you...” He gestured to her with a vague emptiness. “You came along and you were everything I wanted in a girl.” Larry shrugged, taking his hand away. “You were happier back then, Nadine. But our relationship obviously couldn’t sustain that for you.” Larry was sort of proud of that statement.

“How wise of you, Larry.” She was close to growling but her chest was nearly breaking from the pressure of her quick beating heart. She sniffled pathetically, in her eyes at least, and rolled her lips together. “I think you could make me happy now...”

Larry softened a bit. “I’m sorry, Nadine but you wouldn’t make me happy.”

Nadine just about wanted to die.

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‘Don’t cry. Hold it in until you get to the car...take a deep breath-Oh fuck it..’

The soft rattling of the car keys breaking the strained silence of the night was what kept Lucy Swann’s composure. It was almost a metal heartbeat that she could silently count in her head to fuzz her focus away from tears-because Hell, she’d seen people do that shit in movies.

On beat twelve she burst into tears. Curling her aching body over the steering wheel she’d used to accidentally run over four orange cones during her drivers test.

On beat sixteen she choked on the rush of air which flooded her lungs from a ‘relaxing’ deep breath.

And on beat twenty...she stopped counting. Letting out horrible sobs that almost seemed to take up space in her tiny jeep. With every damn move she made, her ears rang because it was all...fucked.

Hissing to herself, Lucy sucked down her snot like a congested child and wiped her palms over her cheeks. Her vision blurred but her mind kept focused. It played scenes over and over like a stuck television. She swore she could hear the static but pushed that sickening illusion away while ripping her body up and to the right against the force of her seatbelt.

Slowly she gave the car a little gas and--

Hard knocks of a fist ricocheted off the driver’s side window and Lucy nearly slammed down on the gas instead of the brake. “FUCK!” Her hands, shaking from anger, reached down to shift back to park. That was all the consideration she paid the damn blue jeep. Lucy grasped the door handle and shot herself clear from the seat and ignored the way the door clipped her skin when she closed it.

“Jesus, Nadine?” Her eyes burned directly into the center of her chest, unable to meet her line of sight. But Nadine didn’t seem to hold that against her. No...because Nadine Cross was an infuriatingly clever angel. “What are you doing here? Did you want to talk to me about something?” She half-laughed.

Nadine sloshed her feet in a puddle. “Seems like that, Luce. Sorry for catching you at a weird time. Were you-?” A smiled played at her lips before she thinned them out again.

Lucy raised a brow at the nickname but continued shaking her hair out of a ponytail while Nadine shifted her feet into first position. She felt a reluctance to answer or to even bring up her boyfriend’s name in present company.

“I was just on my way to Larry’s.” She gave in.

“Judging by the tears...” Nadine vaguely gestured to Lucy’s puffed and red cheeks. “I can only assume he told you that I went over to Otto’s last night.”

Lucy could only nod her head solemnly because--‘what the hell did a person say to the woman who’d just attempted to steal her boyfriend and had spent the last month undermining her under the façade of friendship??’

“We fought about it a bit...yeah.” She rubbed behind her ear, regretting being so openly vulnerable just then. “He wants to be your friend Nadine. But that’s all. And I just got a bit upset because...nevermind, it’s not important.” She shook her head. “I want to get along-I do.” Suddenly she couldn’t help but focus on the fact that she could still hear the radio in the Jeep.

“I want that too.” Nadine moved with a grace that Lucy wished deeply to have. Her smile was big, more lip than teeth and strangely enticing.

Frustration ignited in Lucy and traveled like fire through her veins. Her own ‘just being nice’ smile cracked, the left side breaking and sliding down her cheek...giving her a hysterical expression. “Do you?” She blurred an image of herself in her bathroom mirror from that afternoon over Nadine’s perfect figure as she stepped closer. “Because It didn’t seem like that last night.”

Nadine blinked, face twitching slightly and Lucy thought something was coming through before she came to believe she’d just guessed correctly now.

“Why can’t we just...be friends?” She threw her arms out and slapped them down sharply at her thighs. “Sure, this charming civil charade is fun for you but no me, ok?”

“I-...” Nadine opened her pouty mouth but clamped it down quickly. “I don’t know, Lucy. I wish I could tell you something, ok? But-” She pathetically waved her arm back.

Lucy took the moment to softly walk over and finally look the woman in the eyes, a shy expression, not quite happy or sad, came over her face. “At odds or not...I’d listen to you if you wanted to talk about something.”

Like a flickering flame, Nadine’s whole aura changed. “I have nothing to talk about, Lucy.”

A road was blocked. Maybe permanently.

Lucy backed off. “Well I do, Nadine.” She couldn’t help but laugh a little now as the anger bubbled up her throat again. “Perfect Nadine Cross.” She hummed, thinking of the brutal beauty which graced her presence now and the delicate voice that she spoke with.

“Nobody said I was perfect, Lucy.” She said smartly.

The burst of frustration felt like a migraine behind Lucy’s eyes. Her face scrunched up before easing into a glare. “Nobody has to.” She gaped her mouth in defeat, lifting her arm to vaguely gesture to the girl. “You’re everything I’m not...and you know what? I was crying because maybe I’m still afraid he might leave me for you!” Her footsteps were light against the pebbles as she wobbled back over. “Larry was in love with you.” Another shrug. “And worst of all, you’re the one who ended it all.”

Her eyes narrowed. “But do you at least have the decency to leave him alone after walking away?” The question & it’s obvious answer hung in the air between them for a few minutes.

Nadine pursed her lips...thinking of the bandit, the heartbreaker & the trusted stranger who’d swept her away from Larry Underwood’s way of living. Randall Flagg was gone...but the tears shed for him were purely argumentative.

Lucy’s eyes drowned in desperation. “Nadine...I love him.” She tripped over those words but it only enhanced the honesty behind them. “He’s a good man. I have faith--I do--that his love for me is stronger than what he still...”

A small puff of fresh air sprang through Nadine’s lungs. “He still has-?”

Lucy’s eyes rolled instantly. “Of course. And I won’t hold that against him, Nadine.” She bit into her lip. “But how is he supposed to grow...to move on when you keep coming round with your leash and collar, huh?”

Nadine’s strange, beautiful eyes flickered with emotion. For a horrible second, she appeared to be amused. Scaring every bit of strength out of Lucy Swann before her mouth thinned out again.

“I’m tired of being scared that you’ll take him away from me.” She found her last bit of words and decided to run with them. “So please...I’m asking you to please accept us and move on...because I can’t love anybody else.”

‘Neither can I...’ Nadine was faced with the proof just some time ago. And here now, was life giving her another reason to curse Jesus for being a Cross-maker.

Her fingers twitched, wanting maybe to reach out for Lucy’s...to ask for something she didn’t deserve but wanted. Earnestly and with a deep ache in her belly, Nadine wanted friendship. But what intruded her mind like an uninvited guest...thoughts of Larry. And how easy it might be to-with one hand stab Lucy in the back and the other choke the life outta Flagg who’d said love was only meant for the two of them. “I’m trying.” She choked out, looking off to avoid her-...Lucy’s reaction.

Which was close to floored. She opened her mouth but Nadine found some sort of stream had burst.

“This is what that looks like for me now, Lucy. It’s a fucked system.” Her throat burned and kept her words hot. “Don’t you think I’d like to move on-?” She choked herself up a little, pushing her nails into her bottom lip. “I try...I try to be a good person, Lucy but then...” Quickly swiping a tear from her cheek, she snorted down some mucus. “My mind just plays these awful scenes and I feel like they’re inevitable." Pausing, she took in her audience.

Lucy Swann looked genuinely concerned.

“I can’t explain it and really this is a tangent I didn’t plan to go on.” Nadine got the same feeling which usually came when she attempted to sleep off a headache.

“How do you jump ship when it’s already sunk? Is that the kind of feeling?” Lucy came closer once more, holding out a hand as it began to drizzle.

The tears burst suddenly and despite Nadine’s embarrassment and restrain, she took the hand and was pulled into a comforting hug. She wanted to scream and cry more than she wanted to be alive. Lucy was nearly knocked off her feet but managed to keep them both up, leaning back on her Jeep.

For a strange moment, Lucy Swann wrapped her arms around Nadine Cross and rubbed circles onto her back.

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“Hey! I’m here-”

Lucy barely had time to even think about finishing that sentence before Larry burst into his living room with a proud expression. “I made you dinner.” He sauntered over with a smirk. Lucy smelled his cologne and couldn’t help but lean into his chest and allow herself to be lead into his kitchen.

“Red Bull and Cup of noodles?” She giggled as she shrugged out of her flannel. The priceless look of joy that Larry shined was far too contagious. “Oh, I love you.”

“I love you too, Luce.” He gently pressed a kiss to her temple but didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed his nose against her hair and took in a long breath to chase the scent of fresh linen that was just so Lucy. “You know that, Lucy?”

Anxiety raced through her veins as memories of bowling on Sunday nights and flashing neon signs fled her mind. All she wanted was to be pulled deeper into her boyfriends arms but she stepped out of his strong arms. “I do. But...I know you still love Nadine too.”

Larry stepped back as if he’d been slapped. “Oh, Lucy.” He started, reproachfully. Behind his eyes came visions of that September afternoon. That damn yellow couch and Nadine Cross dumping him like garbage on the curb.

His gorgeous lover smiled sadly. “Maybe you gave her your heart and she stomped on it but Lord knows--” She turned her cheek and sighed “You have mine to fill that void.”

His arms goosefleshed. So he reached out, gently cupped his palms under her elbows and shook her just a bit. “Don’t talk crazy, sweetheart.” His voice was steady and warm in her ears. Slowly, he pushed her arms up to wrap them around his neck and pushed their foreheads together. “Who’s the girl I sing about, huh?”

Lucy chuckled, lips turning up in a smile despite the sad tone. “Me?” She opened one eye with a cheeky smirk.

Larry laughed madly and rubbed their noses together. “And who’s the girl I want to fuckin’ marry?”

When she stepped out of his arms then, the lowering sun was beginning to shower his living room with stunning hues of pink-golds. Her heart was beating so fast that she felt close to fainting. “Larry Underwood...are you serious?”

His smirk resembled the famed Elvis Presley’s. “I can’t imagine lovin’ anybody else for the rest of my life.” He chuckled, an image of the man he’d been when Lucy first met him flashed in her head. He’d grown a lot since then.

“How quick can those tears dry, baby-?” He swiped his thumb against her cheek and attempted to hide the slight stutter in his voice. “Cause seeing them is breaking my heart.”

Lucy rolled her eyes with a gleaming grin. “So charming.” She mocked, passing him by and bumping her hip into his on the way to the kitchen. “Come eat dinner with me, you idiot.”

Neither of them had ever been happier.

#tell me if this sucks lol #it's late and i didn't re-read it #but i think i love it?#maybe #the stand #Lucy Swann #Larry Underwood #nadine cross #angsty #my fanfiction #stephen king

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It's National Ice Cream Day! For this first season episode of 'The Lucy Show', Lucy and Viv take Chris's place at the Ice Cream Parlor. Here they came up with a catchy little jingle to help them memorize all the flavors in "Lucy Is A Soda Jerk". What's your favorite ice cream flavor? #nationalicecreamday #lucilleball #vivianvance #sodajerk #icecreamflavors #icecreamparlor #thelucyshow #jingles #memorize https://www.instagram.com/p/CC1BOKrn4PM/?igshid=4hiu98wylrh5

#nationalicecreamday #lucilleball #vivianvance #sodajerk #icecreamflavors #icecreamparlor #thelucyshow #jingles #memorize

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You Were The First - Chapter Three

Summary: Dean Winchester completed basic training in March 1941 and was offered an opportunity he can’t turn down, to fly with the Allied Forces and England’s Royal Air Force. It will provide a better future for him and his bride-to-be, but what he doesn’t know is it will change the lives of everyone around him.(This is loosely based on Pearl Harbor).

Square Filled: none for this chapter

Written for: na

Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N Bennett, John, Mary and Sam Winchester, Mr. and Mrs. Bennett, Arthur Ketch, minor OC’s.

Warnings: Angst, not gonna lie or apologize

Word Count: 1097 (I am sorry this one is a little short)

A/N: Thank you so much to @crispychrissy for her patience and guidance, and exceptional listening/reading skills. This probably would not have happened without her. An Anon sent me a request that I will also fulfill later in the series for an Eagles song. Guys, it has been a really long time since I was this excited about a series! I hope you like it!

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~Chapter 3~

Like clockwork, Sam went to see Y/N every Friday afternoon after school and they would go down to the soda shop for a milkshake. She would ask Sam about school, what colleges he was looking at and he would confide in her about the girl down the street that he had a crush on; Jessica.

Sam didn’t feel he could talk to his dad about girls, and the thought of going to Mary made him uncomfortable. With his brother overseas, Y/N was the next best thing. They would sit in that little soda shop and talk for hours about everything and anything. Y/N had known Sam since he was a toddler and she already looked at him like a little brother. They would sit and tell stories about Dean growing up and he would probably be mad as a wet hen if he heard them.

No matter how hard they laughed or what they talked about, it always ended the same way; they both missed Dean and were anxious for him to come home. A few tears would always fall from her eyes before she quickly brushed them away, trying to be strong for Dean’s brother; her future brother-in-law.

Y/N still had Sunday dinner with the Winchester’s at least once a month. They would be family in a few short months and it was comfortable. With the exception of mentioning Dean’s letter, they tried to avoid talk of the war over in Europe. They all read the papers and heard the reports, but they refused to acknowledge how bad it really was. If they talked about it, it made it real. Imagining Dean on a extended trip was easier for all of them.

It was a bright and sunny day in Lawrence Kansas. It was May 2, and Sam’s seventeenth birthday. Y/N had started working at the small bookstore to pass time and keep her mind off of Dean. She was well aware of Sam’s love for reading books of any kind, since she had also been reading to him from a young age. A new book had been catching her eye for months and she had gotten it for Sam.

“Y/N, thank you so much. This is very thoughtful of you, but you didn’t need to get me anything,” Sam told her as he looked at the copy of ‘Grapes of Wrath’ from John Steinbeck she had given him.

“I know I didn’t need to Sam, but I wanted to. Happy birthday,” Y/N smiled at him over the discarded wrappings on the table. Mary was just about to the serve cake for dessert.

The illusion they had so carefully crafted over the last two months shattered that sunny day in early May when the doorbell rang in the middle of Sam’s birthday dinner.

“Mr. and Mrs. John Winchester?” There were two men at the door, both dressed in military uniforms. Before either of them could speak another word, a strangled cry broke the silence and Y/N fell to the floor.

Y/N stirred, a cool sensation on her skin dragging her out of the fog. “Oh Mrs. Winchester! I had the most horrible dream!” Her eyes opened and she scanned the concerned faces and red eyes that looked down upon her. She sat up and it all came rushing back.

“Shhh, honey. It’s okay,” she heard her mother’s voice cooing in her ear. But she knew it wouldn’t be okay. Nothing would ever be okay ever again.

“What happened?” Y/N asked as Mary handed her a cup of hot tea.

“They told us that Dean’s plane had been shot down over France, near the coast, in an area heavy with Nazi occupation. The British Royal Air Force is reporting the entire crew as killed in action,” John’s voice boomed through the small parlor. Mary broke into tears once more and fled the room.

Y/N’s gaze met Sam’s across from her. Fresh tears rolled down her face as the hot tea fell from her hands. Y/N remained in a daze as her parent’s led her from the Winchester’s home and into the car. She stared out the window, but saw nothing but the blur of her tears as her father drove them home.

The next week passed in a haze and a steady stream of neighbors and sympathetic condolences. Y/N could barely find the energy, let alone the will to greet them. It wasn’t until the day of Dean’s funeral that she finally gathered the courage, albeit somewhat forced, to bathe and dress. She knew on this final day, the day she would lay her beloved to rest, he wouldn’t want her to continue to wallow in her grief.

Her mother zipped the back of the black knee length dress and placed the small hat atop her dark curls, pulling the short black mesh veil over her face. The carefully applied cosmetics were still visible, but the veil hid the dark circles and red rimmed eyes Y/N wore.

Her father drove them to the church where they sat in the front row with Dean’s family. She held Sam’s hand tight in her own, tears falling silently. She tried to listen to Father Murphy as he preached his sermon, but all she could hear was Dean’s voice and the words he had spoken to her less than two months ago. He sat with her in this very church, in this very pew and vowed that he was going to marry her that coming August.

“He lied,” her words nearly a whisper and Sam turned to look at her. His long arm wrapped around her shoulders and he held his brother’s fiancee as she cried.

The graveside service was short and Sam held her hand throughout. An American flag was presented to Dean’s father as Mary cried silent tears next to him. After the gunshots and mourners departed, Y/N sat in her chair. The open grave yet to be covered was a blur. She dropped to her knees in front of it, crying; her wails ringing through the cemetery loud enough to catch the attention of anyone still milling about.

“You lied to me Dean! You lied! You promised me you were coming back! You said we were getting married. You’re a liar!” she screamed at his empty casket until her throat was raw and her voice wouldn’t come out anymore. It was there, still on her knees in the dirt, that Sam found her. He hugged her tightly and they cried together.

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#You Were The First #YWTF #spnaubingo #Soldier!Dean #Dean x Reader AU #Dean Winchester x Reader AU #Dean Winchester AU #Supernatural AU

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papermoonloveslucy · 1 year

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KIDZ!

The Young People of the Lucyverse ~ Part 2

W.C. Fields famously warned performers never to work with children or animals. Luckily for us, Lucille Ball consistently disregarded his advice. Here’s a look at some of the young performers and characters of the Lucyverse.

Jerry Carmichael (Jimmy Garrett) and Sherman Bagley (Ralph Hart) ~ Jerry was the son of Lucy and Ralph was Viv’s boy on “The Lucy Show”. Hart appeared in 44 episodes from 1962 to 1965. Garrett appeared in 55 episodes from 1962 to 1965. Jerry had a teenage sister named Chris and their father was deceased. Sherman was an only child whose dad Ralph was divorced his mother Vivian.

Chris’s young friend Susie (Lucie Arnaz) appeared in “Lucy is a Chaperone” (1962).

Susie turned up again as a waitress at Wilbur’s Ice Cream Parlor in “Lucy is a Soda Jerk” (1962). Desi Arnaz Jr. plays a customer, meaning that both of Lucille Ball’s real-life children appeared in the same episode.

In other episodes, Desi Arnaz Jr. played Billy Simmons, son of Audrey (Mary Jane Croft), a baseball player, football player, and cub scout. Billy was seen in “Lucy is a Referee” (1962), “Lucy and the Little League” (1963), “Lucy Visits the White House” (1963), and “Lucy and the Scout Trip” (1964, above), which also included Barry Livingston (as Arnold Mooney) and nine other uncredited scouts.

When the show shifted locations to Los Angeles leaving Susie and Billy behind, Lucie and Desi Jr. appeared as spectators in the grandstands in “Lucy At Marineland” (1965).

“Lucy Misplaces $2,000″ (1962) ~ Katie Sweet (Katie, Granddaughter of Woman on Bench) was just five years old when she filmed this episode, but had been acting since the age of two! Earlier that year, Sweet played the title role in the Desilu pilot “Sukuzi Beane”, which co-starred Jimmy Garrett and helped him land his role of Jerry Carmichael. Sweet left show business when she was 13.

“Together for Christmas” (1962) ~ Ends with Jerry and Sherman joining a group of carolers from the YMCA. The carolers were played by the real-life Mitchell Boys Choir.

“Lucy is a Referee” (1962) ~ In addition to Jerry, Sherman, and Billy, the cast featured Dennis Rush (left) as Tony Lawrence. The other football players are played by the Mighty Mites of the Venice Athletic Club, a pee-wee football team from Venice Beach, California.

“Lucy Goes to the White House” (1963) ~ Lucy and Viv take their cub scout troop to Washington DC to bring their sugar cube White House to President Kennedy. In addition to Jerry, Sherman, and Billy - the cast also includes 9 uncredited young boys as Cub Scout Pack 57.

Critic’s Choice (1963) ~ Ricky Kelman played John Ballentine, son of Parker (Bob Hope) and stepson of Angie (Lucille Ball), husband and wife theatre critics.

“Lucy Gets Locked in the Vault” (1963) ~ Barry Livingston plays Mr. Mooney’s son Arnold. Livingston is probably best remembered as Ernie, the adopted son on “My Three Sons.” His first appearance on that series was just one week after he played Arnold Mooney, a role he would return to in “Lucy and the Scout Trip” (1964).

When Livingston started on “My Three Sons” (also filmed at Desilu), the role of Arnold Mooney was taken over by Teddy Eccles in “Lucy’s Contact Lenses” (1964). Eccles began his show business career at the age of 4 and was 9 years old when he first appeared on “The Lucy Show.”

He will make two more appearances on the series as other characters, including as Harold, a young cadet in “Lucy At Marineland” (1965). Coincidentally, Eccles also appeared in two episodes of “My Three Sons” alongside Barry Livingston.

“Kiddie Parties, Inc.” (1963) ~ Lucy and Viv go into business hosting children’s birthday parties. Ronnie Dapo (David, above right) was a ten year-old actor whose first screen credit was in 1959 and his last in 1966. He made several appearances on “The Andy Griffith Show,” the second airing the very same night as this episode of “The Lucy Show.” There are 8 other young boys in the party scene.

“Lucy Becomes a Father” (1964) ~ Lucy accompanies Jerry on a father / son camping trip where Mr. Mooney is intent on making it so difficult that Lucy will pack up and go home. Five uncredited boys play the other sons on the trip. If Mr. Mooney’s son Arnold is among the boys, he is not singled out, nor are Barry Livingston or Ted Eccles in the cast.

“Lucy and the Stamp Collector” (1965) ~ Stamp collector Junior White is played by Flip Mark, who celebrated his 16th birthday the day after this episode first aired. He was born Philip Mark Goldberg in New York City. In 1965, he played a young Steve Olson on “Days of Our Lives.”

Flip Mark returned to “The Lucy Show” in “Lucy Goes to a Hollywood Premiere” (1966) as a kid selling maps to the stars homes. Curiously, this episode also mentions stamp collecting!

“Lucy the Choirmaster” (1965) ~ Lucy organizes a boys choir to entertain at the bank holiday show. The choir features her son Jimmy Garret as Jerry (his final appeareance), Ted Eccles as Barry, Robert Roter as Newton, Micahel Blake as Malcolm, and Theodore Miller as Stanley.

The other members of the choir (except for Mr. Mooney) were played by the St. Charles Boys Choir. Later that year, they formed the Disneyland Boys Choir and recorded the It’s a Small World album of folk songs still sold at Disney theme parks.

“Lucy the Robot” (1966) ~ Jay North, best known as the title character of “Dennis the Menace”, plays Mr. Mooney’s rambunctious nephew Wendell. Interestingly, Gale Gordon (Mr. Mooney) played Mr. Wilson on “Dennis the Menace” during its final season.

“Main Street U.S.A.” (1967) ~ Jackie Minty plays a Bancroft newspaper boy. Minty was a child actor who had done two episodes of “The Munsters.” A week after this episode of “The Lucy Show,” he appeared on “My Three Sons,” his final screen credit before leaving Hollywood.

Yours, Mine and Ours (1968) ~ Lucille Ball and Henry Fonda play parents of a blended family of 19 children. Among them are Tim Matheson, Gil Rogers, Nancy Howard, Morgan Brittany, Eric Shea, and Tracy Nelson.

BONUS KIDZ!

“Lucy Meets Mickey Rooney” (1966) ~ In an acting school show, Lucy plays Charlie Chaplin and Mickey Rooney plays 'The Kid’, a character based on Chaplin’s 1921 silent classic The Kid starring Jackie Coogan in the title role.

“Lucy the Stockholder” (1965) ~ Lucy, Viv and Mr. Mooney participate in an age regression experiement conducted by an eccentric doctor.

STAY TUNED FOR PART 3

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eating-their-words · 5 years

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"Hey, Stuff—What d'ya have to do to, stand on your head to get a drink around here?—Later, tell her.—Miss Lucy, can you get that Walgreen's soda jerk to give me a shot of vodka on the rocks? [She snaps her fingers at Stuff. He shrugs and sloshed some vodka onto ice.]" -Sweet Bird of Youth ~ #sweetbirdofyouth #tennesseewilliams #vidka #vodkaontherocks #wyborowa https://www.instagram.com/p/B27OLnOg78c/?igshid=14yjo1fjmilw2

#sweetbirdofyouth #tennesseewilliams #vidka #vodkaontherocks #wyborowa

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sapphicathenas · 7 years

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quiet nights poured over ice and tanqueray

(aka i actually wrote a fic, wow)

It takes a little too long for Alex and Maggie's giggles to fade after they leave the bar, and it leaves Kara biting at her lip, fiddling with her straw, tears pricking at her eyes. Her sister's guilty eyes keep flashing behind her eyelids, and despite her overwhelming sadness, Kara wishes she weren't acting so selfish. She's an adult, and so is Alex. Plus Alex has a girlfriend now, and Kara knows — knows, but hates acknowledging — that Alex's time isn't all for her anymore.

"Alex deserves to be happy," Kara whispers to her glass, in a pitiful attempt to change her own mind. "She deserves to be happy with Maggie." The words are true, no matter the circumstances. But it doesn't change the fact that Kara is unbearably and unequivocally lonely.

It's her Earth birthday. Lucky thirteen. The one day she expected to be just her and Alex — no aliens, no Mon-el, no Maggie. Just the Danvers sisters as they always were. As much as Kara loves Alex and Maggie, she knows somewhere, deep down, that it shouldn't be selfish to want this.

"Someone's got their head in the clouds." Kara glances up to find M'gann smiling at her. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes...no," Kara admits, cradling her head in her hands. "I just — today's kind of a big day for me, and I had planned to spend it with Alex."

M'gann pulls up a stool and leans against the bar. "But Alex is with Maggie."

"Yeah. And I know Alex is less available now, I mean, I wouldn't want her being clingy on me if I were in a relationship, but I just wish she was here for this, you know?" Kara pouts slightly and looks up at M'gann. "Is that selfish?"

"Honey, no," M'gann soothes. "I've known Maggie Sawyer for a long time, I know she would never intentionally do something that would hurt someone that she loves, or someone that person loves. I saw Alex's face when you talked to her, I can tell she feels guilty. So maybe it's not perfect, and maybe Alex shouldn't have done what she did. But that doesn't mean she won't change her mind, and that doesn't mean you can't make it better."

Cracking a small smile, Kara sits up straighter. "How, though? I celebrate today but at the same time it's..." Her smile drops. "It's a constant reminder of Krypton, of losing everything. I'm just not used to being alone on Earth birthday."

Kara diverts her gaze and sinks into another stupor. Sighing softly, M'gann reaches out and encases Kara's hands in her own. "You're never alone, Kara. I'm here late but you're welcome to stay as long as you like, or I'm sure you could call your friends to be with you. Do you have someone that you really want to be with right now? Someone who you could go to when Alex isn't there?"

"Umm," Kara starts, closing her mouth before she can say there's no one. Because there is. There is one person that was Kara's friend, her confidant, her safe place to land. Her loneliness turns to nerves, as she imagines every terrible way reaching out could go. "I don't think that's a good idea. I'll just stay here."

"I see that look in your eyes, Kara Danvers. Don't be afraid of reaching out. If they were there for you enough that they popped into your mind just now, they're not going to leave you behind when you need them." M'gann reaches over and grabs Kara's phone, placing it firmly in her hands. "Text them."

"M'gann, I can't, it's been too long, I don't even know where she is—"

"Uh uh! No excuses!" M'gann smiles and slowly backs away. "Text her, Kara. You can do it."

A patron grabs M'gann's attention and Kara is left to flounder on her own. Her fingers flit nervously over her phone screen, and she manages to unlock it before freezing again. It's been months, she thinks, months! And really, would she even answer? She taps the messaging app and scrolls down, until she finds the conversation she's looking for. A rare photo of Cat Grant smiling fills the bubble beside it, one that Kara had taken when her boss wasn't paying attention. She bites down on her lip and hesitates again.

Her mind draws her back to balcony conversations; to late nights sitting in Cat's office, a pillow in her hands to still the nerves, a drink in Cat's to do the same. That balcony had been a haven to both Kara and Supergirl, a place to leave the world behind when things got to be too much. Kara misses that balcony. And, if she's being honest, she really, really misses Cat.

At least you're not drunk, she tells herself, and begins typing.

Hi Cat.

Pathetic.

I know it's late but I just wanted to talk to you. I miss you.

She hits send before registering the weightiness of that last sentence, and hisses a string of Kryptionian curses to herself when she does. Jittery with nerves, Kara turns her phone face down and tries to pretend she didn't do anything.

By the time she's downed the rest of her club soda, M'gann has left Kara's range of vision, and Mon-el is meandering back over. Kara contemplates leaving, but then her phone is buzzing, and oh Rao, now she really wishes she was drunk.

Diverting her gaze from Mon-el, Kara unlocks her phone and gazes in shock at the messages appearing on the screen.

Long time no speak, Kara.

Is everything alright? You better not be drunk texting me.

Penthouse. Half an hour.

Kara forgets how to move and tries to process what she's reading, because that's Cat Grant, Queen of all Media, responding to her pity texts, and agreeing to meet up with her, tonight. Her brain starts working again and she goes to type, but another bubble has popped up from Cat, so she waits.

Chop chop.

She can see Cat's grin and lets out a laugh, her heart feeling that much lighter. She pulls out money for her drink and tosses her bag over her shoulder. Mon-el calls her name and Kara ignores him, but she pauses long enough to find M'gann in the crowd and call out a thank you. M'gann grins in response and gives her a thumbs up, and Kara makes her way into the night.

Cat had given her half an hour, so Kara rockets into the sky and flies around the city to calm her nerves. She barely lasts ten minutes — whether it's her yearning to see Cat or her jitteriness, she can't tell — before she heads toward CatCo. Hovering high above the building, Kara spots a figure on the balcony, and grins to herself because of course Cat would be here early. She contemplates going in the normal way, but she trusts Cat, and besides, there's no way Cat doesn't know. Kara descends slowly, and lands almost silently on the balcony. Even through the dark, she swears she sees Cat smile.

"Still one for theatrical entrances, I see," Cat teases, casting a glance at Kara as she approaches.

Kara can't help the smile that spreads over her face. Cat's voice sounds like coming home and Kara still can't believe that Cat's here, that she came back, just for her. "I learned from the best," she says, and stands beside Cat, her arms on the railing. "It's good to see you again, Cat."

"Yes, I heard you missed me."

"Uh, yeah, about that—" Kara blushes and fumbles, but Cat interjects before she can finish.

"Oh, don't freak out. I missed you too." Cat's voice is surprisingly soft, and Kara frowns. "What? I have feelings too."

"I know," Kara responds, "you just...don't usually express them."

Cat huffs, but her lips quirk into a smile regardless. "Fair enough. But enough about me, we came here to talk about you." Taking a sip from her glass, Cat motions for Kara to speak. Fumbling with her hands, she searches for the right words.

"When I first came to Earth, I felt like I had lost everything from Krypton. After the first few months I was here, Alex's birthday came around, and it hit me for the first time that I had no idea when my birthday was. Alex and I spent weeks trying to figure it out, but there were so many differences between Krypton's times and Earth's that we gave up." Kara sighs, her eyes watery, but manages a small smile. "It was Alex's idea to celebrate Earth birthday, the day I landed here. Every year, she and I would get together and eat cupcakes and just do silly sister stuff. It made me feel like I still had something, you know? That even if I couldn't figure out my real birthday, I still had this. And it made dealing with the loss of Krypton a little bit easier."

Kara reaches up and wipes a tear from her cheek, embarrassed that she's crying in front of Cat. But the woman in question makes no comment; instead, Cat puts down her glass and rests her hand on top of Kara's, and nods for her to continue.

"Well, like in most cases, things changed as we got older. We spent our time with other people, got new jobs, but Earth birthday never changed. Until this year. Because now Alex has a girlfriend and is living life and doing all the things she never got to do before, and I'm just not used to her being somewhere else. So tonight is the first time in thirteen years that I'm spending Earth birthday alone, and it's a lot lonelier than I thought. A friend told me to go to someone I trusted, and I didn't know where else to go." Kara lifts her gaze shyly, and tightens her hold on Cat's hand.

"I'm honored that you came to me," Cat whispers, at a loss for anything else to say. "I can't imagine why I'd be your first choice, however."

Kara lets out a sound that is half laugh, half exasperated sigh. "Well, Alex and Maggie are unavailable, Lucy moved away, James and Winn are out doing who-knows-what, which leaves Mon—I mean Mike, who is honestly kind of....garbage." Cat chuckles at her analysis and Kara can't help but smile. "He really is! I kept telling myself he wasn't but the only reason he's nice to me is because he thinks I'm cute, but he's honestly just a jerk."

"So, he's a man," Cat concludes, and Kara bursts into laughter. She never imagined she'd end up trash talking Mon-el when she sought out Cat, but hey, she's not complaining.

Recovering, Kara continues, "And my friend M'gann, she suggested that I go call someone. She didn't want me to be alone. And, like I said, I...I miss you. I always knew I could go to you, and I hoped that hadn't changed."

"It hasn't," Cat reassures her, "and it won't. You always have a place here. Conveniently, I was local tonight, but even if I'm not, you know how to contact me. Don't ever feel like you're alone, Kara."

Kara can feel herself blushing, but she keeps her gaze locked with Cat's. Blue eyes are staring right back at her, and Kara feels giddy, like her heart is pounding right out of her chest. She feels grounded but at the same time feels like she's flying, and if it weren't for the fact that Cat's hand is locked in her own, she might have begun to float. Kara has no idea what's going on it Cat's mind but she's sure of two things — she really doesn't want to let go of Cat's hand, and no one has ever looked at her before the way Cat is right now.

"Thank you, Cat," she finally whispers, and her companion's resulting smile is enough to set her heart fluttering. Before she can rethink her actions, Kara drops Cat's hand and wraps her arms tightly around her. Cat hugs her back and Kara buries her face in Cat's hair, and suddenly, everything feels okay. The world drops from her shoulders and for a moment, Kara forgets what it feels like to be alone.

Regretfully, she pulls back, still too much in Cat's personal space. But Cat's smiling at her and tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, and Kara knows that eventually they're both going to have to leave, but she'd give all she has if it meant she could spend just a few more hours with Cat.

"You know," Cat says after a moment, "I don't have to leave until the morning. Still want to celebrate your Earth birthday?"

Kara's resulting smile could've outshone the sun. "Yes!"

Cat chuckles. "Earth birthday it is. Let me just make a phone call, and then we can go."

Giddy with happiness, Kara watches Cat go into her office — well, James' office, except it isn't, really — and make a call. She leans once again on the ledge of the balcony, her eyes glued to the stars. Years of star searching has given her a perfect radar to find where Krypton used to be; a prick of darkness that is just visible through the mass of light. There's a star in that empty space now; too small to be a planet, but it makes Kara smile nonetheless. Perhaps the star is Astra — the Kryptonians did tell stories where their souls became stars. But, fiction aside, it lightens Kara's heart to know that something else has been brought to life where her home once was; that something can live on in its absence.

Cat's reappearance shakes her from her reverie. "Ready?"

Kara nods and takes Cat's outstretched hand. They could fly, but the distance to Kara's apartment is short, and Kara wants it to last as long as possible. They walk there hand in hand, trading quiet tidbits about what had conspired in the months they'd been apart. Cat tells her about the time she's spent with Carter, and Kara shares her adventures as a reporter.

"I think Snapper is warming up to me," Kara states as they enter her building. "He said 'Atta girl, Danvers' when I stood up for what I wanted to do. I mean, he didn't say it to me, he kinda mumbled it after I left, but he said it!"

Cat laughs as Kara punches the button for her floor, her joy scarcely contained. "You're doing very well, Kara." The compliment draws a blush from the girl in question. "I'm proud of you."

Kara steps out of the elevator and almost drops her keys as the statement registers in her brain. "I, um, ah—oof," she mutters, bumping her shoulder into the wall as she fumbles to catch Cat's gaze. Cat lazily pulls her clumsy partner down the hall, her mirth spilling over into a fit of laughter. They reach Kara's door and Kara finally finds her words, cheeks flushed. "Really?"

Cat smiles, and with her free hand tucks a strand of hair behind Kara's ear. "Always."

"Thank you," Kara whispers. Her heart is fluttering and she can't stop smiling, and she tears her eyes away from Cat's out of fear she'll do something stupid like kiss her. She unlocks her door and pushes it open, and loses the ability to speak again.

Because in the middle of her apartment are Alex and Maggie, and Winn and James are beside them, and J'onn is looking grumpy but he's here, and M'gann is beside him, and Alex is running and throwing her arms around her and Kara squeezes her back and tries not to cry.

"Happy Earth birthday, Kara," Alex whispers, letting her sister go. She places her hands on Kara's shoulders and smiles even with teary eyes. "I'm so sorry that I ditched you earlier. It was selfish of me to leave you on the one day that was always about you, about family. I love you so much Kara and I want you to know that I'm never going to leave you, okay?" Alex breathes and blinks away her tears. "Please say you'll forgive me."

"Of course I forgive you, Alex!" Kara pulls her sister back into a hug. "I love you too."

When they pull apart, Maggie is beside them, holding out a cupcake with a candle in the middle. "Happy Earth birthday, Little Danvers," she says with a smile. "Make a wish!"

"Gently!" Alex interjects as Kara goes to blow out her candle, and Kara giggles as she does.

"Thank you, Maggie," she says, before gasping and turning to Cat, who is standing a few feet away and grinning. "Wait a minute — did you know?"

Moving forward to join the group, Cat says, "I suppose I did join in on a little scheming. I received a harried call from Alex worrying over ruining your birthday, and she asked if there was anything I could do to help her. Apparently your friend M'gann had passed on the information that you had reached out, and well..." Cat spreads her hands, and Kara looks gratefully around at her friends, her family. "Here we are. I figured it was the least I could do to see you happy."

Kara's eyes well with tears and she's smiling so wide it almost hurts, but Cat is looking at her like she's the sun and Kara has never wanted to do anything more than this. Her hands are soft on Cat's cheeks and before she can talk herself out of it, Kara's kissing her. James is hooting and Alex aww's and Maggie is cheering atta girl, but all Kara cares about is Cat's lips on hers and Cat's hands on her waist. Kara pulls away blushing and she thinks Cat is too, but they're both smiling and really, that's all that matters.

"So," Winn says, breaking the moment, "can we eat cupcakes now or are you gonna keep kissing?"

"Why, are you jealous?" Kara teases, and laughs when Maggie captures Alex's lips to prove her point. Winn pouts but it doesn't last long, and he passes out the cupcakes without complaint.

Cat slides her hand back into Kara's and pulls them to the edge of the group. "Well I must say, I wasn't expecting that."

"Too much?"

"Not all all." Cat smiles. "Brazen is a good color on you, Kara."

"I'll keep wearing it then," Kara says with a grin, and kisses Cat again.

#my fic #cat x kara #supercat #background sanvers #superfam

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March 2018: Album Review Roundup

This is getting out of hand.

As I do my best to stay up on “the culture,” my monthly lists of notable releases seem to be growing longer and longer. While I’m trying to limit these roundups to fewer than ten albums per post, roughly thirty albums came out this month that grabbed my attention in one way or another. There’s so much new stuff I almost don’t know where to start, yet I must.

Here are some of the best/most notable releases from March of 2018.

Previous Roundups: January, February.

Soccer Mommy - Clean

While she made some waves in 2017 with her career-spanning Collection, Soccer Mommy (whose real name is Sophie Allison) has arrived in full-force this year with her debut album Clean. This 2018 release finds Allison moving away from the solo bedroom recording of her previous work and into full-band indie rock territory. With sparkling guitars, a rumbling rhythm section, and of course Sophie’s passionately-delivered vocals, Clean is the raw emotion you’ve been waiting for. Sometimes spiteful and vitriolic (“Your Dog”), other times writhing in insecurity (“Last Girl”), and occasionally wholly-triumphant (“Scorpio Rising”), the tunes off this record have cemented Soccer Mommy as a well-deserved star of the indie circuit, and the voice of a million awkward people fumbling through their own relationships.

Camp Cope - How to Socialize and Make Friends

Fists clenched and voices raised, the outspoken Melbourne trio has returned with the follow-up to their much slept-on 2016 full-length. Striking while the iron’s hot, How to Socialize is an album for right now. Fraught with political commentary and much-needed callouts, this is less of an album and more of an open defiance. The catalyst for change and the soundtrack to a long-overdue rebalance, this record is a blunt and open dialogue giving words to a group that’s needed them most. The music itself is beautifully-goosebump-inducing. Exploding with unrestrained vocal takes, cresting guitar strums, bouncy basslines, and rocksteady drum patterns, Camp Cope is the exact type of band that the music industry needs right now.

Sorority Noise - YNAAYT

YNAAYT is a full-album reimagining of You’re Not As _____ As You Think that casts new light on last year’s landmark emo record. Not content to merely swap electric instruments out for acoustic ones, YNAAYT indeed is best described as a “reimagining.” With loving acoustic arrangements, beautiful orchestral flourishes, and a remixed tracklist, Sorority Noise transformed what could have been a one-off gimmick into a gorgeously-composed piece of art. The songs are reworked, shifted, and changed just enough that it’s almost unrecognizable from the LP upon which it’s based, making for a compelling back-to-back listen. Released alongside a hiatus announcement, this would be a graceful note for the band to go out on (as much as I hate to think about it). This album is concrete proof that there’s beauty, serenity, and eventual recovery in grief.

Jack White - Boarding House Reach

I’d describe myself as a “begrudging Jack White Stan.” For better or worse, White has played the single biggest role in the formation of my musical taste. The foundation for everything I like, and an artist that has loomed large in my library for a majority of my life. In spite of (or perhaps because of) his importance to me, his work post-White Stripes has been hit or miss for me. While I eventually came around to Blunderbuss, Lazaretto came across as the musical equivalent of jerking off while staring into a mirror. Perhaps feeling the need for a pivot himself, White described his 2018 album as "a bizarre one" that sounded like "good gardening music or roofing music or… back-alley stabbing music." The craziest thing is he isn’t wrong.

It seems that in between unearthing old music, sounding like an old man, and being hopelessly conceptual, Mr. White actually had time to cook up a decent record. I’ll admit that (of the two sides of Jack) I’m a bigger fan of his more thrashy garage rock half, so the fact that this album takes that distorted riffage and cranks it up to 11 makes me a very happy stan. There’s still a decent amount of jangly country Nashville sound, but “Rock” (with a capital R) is this record’s primary language. There are moments of unbridled weirdness, which are to be expected (ironically), but at its heart, Boarding House Reach is the best album that I can expect from Jack White in 2018.

Earthless - Black Heaven

Speculate what you will about where music is “headed,” but there will always be room in my heart for a great rock album. On Black Heaven, the typically-instrumental Earthless gives us a collection of sprawling and hard-charging metal tracks. Their fifth album as a band, Black Heaven is a psychedelic heavy metal odyssey. 39 minutes of forward momentum and chest-inflating riffs that fire on all cylinders up until the final notes. An album for driving through the desert as fast as your car will allow while the sun is at its highest point.

Yo La Tengo - There's A Riot Going On

While Yo La Tengo may not be the biggest band in the world, their influence can be felt all over the indie rock sphere. Over the course of their thirty-plus-year career, they’ve hardly ever made a misstep, and There's A Riot Going On only adds another layer of greatness to their legacy. Half ambient, half traditional Velvet-Underground-Esque slow jams that they’re known for, Riot is best described as a pleasant album. A record you can devote yourself to entirely, or let run in the background, both to equally-enjoyable ends. A calm, relaxing, and chilled out hour of new material that will provide the soundscape for years of creativity to come.

Haley Hendrickx - I Need To Start a Garden

On I Need To Start a Garden we witness as Haley Hendrickx attempts to balance the cultivation of her soul with the well-being of those around her. With deeply-cutting lyricism, haunting, fragile vocals, and wonderfully-arranged instrumentals, Garden is a carefully-crafted record. At its best moments, the album’s minimalism serves Hendrickx’s style well as the songs crest from held-back whispers into full-blown explosions of sound and emotion.

Easily my biggest surprise of the month, and an early frontrunner for album of the year, Haley Hendrickx is a person to watch, with a record to love. For my full review of I Need To Start a Garden, keep your eyes on Hooligan Magazine in the coming weeks.

Quick Hits

Two Dozen albums from the past month. All summarized in one sentence.

Donovan Wolfington - Waves: Released posthumously following the band’s untimely demise, Waves is a textbook shredder of an album. Proof that it’s better to go out on top than not at all.

Disco Inc. - The Boredom Keeps me up at Night: Five forthright and punchy punk rock tracks stretched across 15 electrifying minutes. Equal to or greater than the energy received from a cup of coffee.

Titus Andronicus - A Productive Cough: Eschewing all previous conceptual frameworks and punk-leanings, A Productive Cough finds frontman Patrick Stickles embracing, emulating, and achieving a pitch-perfect version of the singer-songwriter music that he was brought up on.

The Breeders - All Nerve: As if the last two decades never happened, the Deal sisters are back alongside their primo ‘93 line-up. Together they deliver a collection of 11 beautifully-grungy tracks that prove the 90’s aren’t dead yet.

Superorganism - Superorganism: Eight pseudonym-clad bandmembers deep, this synth-laden indie pop group formed, and turned this record around within the space of a calendar year. Bright, vivacious, and charming as all get out, Superorganism have already made a name for themselves with this bubbly debut.

Lucy Dacus - Historian: Slow-moving and heavy-minded singer-songwriter moodiness for a rainy day or a broken heart.

Gulfer - Dog Bless: Tappin’ guitars, screamin’ vox, bombastic drummin’, Gulfer deliver emo revival goodness on their gleaming sophomore album.

Lil Yachty - Lil Boat 2: Coasting off the recognition of his breakthrough mixtape, Lil Yachty offers up 17 sleepy and unfocused tracks that only occasionally meander into genuine entertainment. Overall, it seems like Yachty has lost the plot.

Logic - Bobby Tarintino II: Rick and Morty skits aside, the latest Logic mixtape isn’t as cringy as the internet would have you believe. Packed with dense lyricism and hyper-technical bars, this release cuts out all the fat and gets straight to the rapping.

Young Father - Cocoa Sugar: Electronic, unpredictable, and utterly new, Cocoa Sugar is future music.

Vile Creature - Cast of Static and Smoke: Optimistic queer black metal from the fantastical Canadian duo.

Remo Drive - Pop Music EP: A trio of fresh tracks from the breakthrough pop-punk band. Aptly-titled, this 8-minute release is catchy, bright, and colorful. Essentially the musical equivalent to fructose-laden soda.

Of Montreal - White Is Relic/Irrealis Mood: A groovy, dancy, funkwave inferno of radiant two-sided indie tracks.

Nap Eyes - I’m Bad Now: Indie rock with Lou-Reed-esque vocals that display resolve, even while in the calamitous eye of the hurricane.

Mooseblood- I Don’t Think I Can Do This Anymore: The UK pop-punks offer up a vague and uniform 36-minutes of relationship strife on this blue follow-up to Blush.

Mount Eerie - Now Only: Another long-form meditation on the death of a loved one. Heartwrenching and spell-binding.

The Decemberists - I’ll Be Your Girl: The Portland, Oregon five-piece return with a mixed bag of brightly-colored election reaction tracks.

Preoccupations - New Material: sharp and bombastic post-punk from a future that almost didn’t exist.

Citizen - Live at Studio 4: Live in-studio versions of three of the best cuts off 2017’s As You Please.

Hot Mulligan - Pilot: Chicken soup for the modern emo’s soul.

Blessthefall - Hard Feelings: Neon-lit metalcore with a hyper-clean and poppy approach.

The Sword - Used Future: Equal parts jammy, psychedelic, stoner, and riffy. This is a chill and laid-back album that’s perfect for the outdoorsy metalhead.

Trace Mountains - A Partner to Lean On: Chilled-out Alex G-esque Americana with an electronic slant.

The Voidz - Virtue: An hour of political indie rock from the outspoken and leather-clad Julian Casablancas.

Frankie Cosmos - Vessel: Verbose (professional) bedroom folk from the Princess of Bandcamp.

Czarface x MF DOOM - Czarface Meets Metal Face: Bars. Just. Bars.

Casey Musgraves - Golden Hour: Lovely, lovesick, loveless country music made for sun-drenched valleys and porch-lit beers.

The Weeknd - My Dear Melancholy,: Six smutty, spacy breakup songs from the void of heartbreak.

Plus singles from The Voidz, Gucci Mane, The Wonder Years, Snail Mail, Jack White, DJ Khaled, Royce Da 5’9”, God Is An Astronaut, Parkway Drive, ZHU, Half Waif, Anderson .Paak, Beach House, Dj Khaled, Vince Staples, The Decemberists, A$AP Rocky, Grouper, Dr. Dog, Parquet Courts, Courtney Barnett, Weird Al, Panic! At The Disco, Underoath, Flatbush Zombies, Miguel, Jens Lekman, MØ, Our Last Night, Iceage, Cardi B, Migos, Manchester Orchestra, Alvvays, Lil Pump, CHVRCHES, Rae Sremmurd, Unknown Mortal Orchestra, Hop Along, and N.E.R.D.

#Soccer mommy #camp cope #sorority noise #jack white #earthless #yo la tengo #Haley Hendrickx

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September 1st, 2017. The boy sighed, slowly walking through his high school halls headed toward the cafeteria as he wrote page after page in his journal, getting it all off his chest. Every feeling, thought, frustration, just like he was taught. Dear journal; I believe I’m a good person. Y’know, I think there’s good in everyone. But here we are, first day of senior year! I look around at these kids I’ve known all my life and I ask myself; what happened?

The boy - Philip - jerked his head up as he heard shouting and swears, pressing his back to the lockers just as some asshole jocks stormed by, not even noticing him.

He scowled, listing the insults he’s heard over the years from everyone to each other as he continued to write in his journal. Freak, slut, burnout, bug-eyes, poser, lard-ass!

We were so tiny, happy and shiny, playing tag and getting chased! Freak, slut, loser, shortbus! Singing and clapping, laughing and napping, baking cookies, eating paste. Bull-dyke, stuck-up, hunchback! Philip continued on his way to the cafeteria, carefully dodging the students around him.

Then we got bigger, that was the trigger, like the Huns invading Rome- He bumped into someone briefly, jumping and moving around them as he said a quick, “Sorry!” He quickly carried on his way, biting his lip as he wrote vigorously. Welcome to my school, this ain’t no high school; this is the Thunderdome!

Hold your breath and count the days, we’re graduating soon. White trash! College will be paradise if I’m not dead by June! But I know, I know life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray for a better way. If we changed back then, we could change again, we can be beautiful...

Philip stopped to see a jock shove another kid down to the ground, furrowing his brows as he added to his words, just not today before stepping over and offering the other a hand - the boy he recognized as John Payne Todd, “Hey, are you okay?”

“Get away, nerd!” He huffed, smacking his hand away and getting up, fixing his shirt and going on his way. Philip just cringed and went into the cafeteria, balancing his book more on his upper arm as he picked up and held a tray with one hand. Freak, slut, cripple, homo, homo, homo!!

Philip sighed, writing as he went down the line slowly, letting the lunch lady put some frankly gross looking food on his plate and he took an apple to put on his tray before getting to the end of the line, slowly walking through the crowd of students to get to his table in the back.

Things will get better soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke or Brown. Wake from this coma, take my diploma, then I can blow this town. Dream of ivy-covered walls and smoky French cafes.

Philip stopped as he bumped into a bigger boy, making his way around him and ignoring his hiss of, “Watch it!”

Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze! Then suddenly his lunch tray was hitting the ground. He looked up with a frown as the older boy spoke in a patronizing tone, “Ooops!” He stared blankly at the other boy before writing more in his journal and reading it aloud, “Sahil Lee; third year as linebacker and eighth year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick!”

Suddenly Sahil was right up in his face and the boy’s eyes widened as he backed up slowly. “What did you say to me, fag?” Philip swallowed and backed up, holding a hand up. “Uh, nothing!”

He was silent then, waiting until Sahil nodded in satisfaction and walked away before he sighed and picked up his apple before sighing as he looked at the mess between his unopened soda, his apple, the tray and the container of pudding among other things. But I know, I know, I know.. Life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray, I pray for a better way. We were kind before, we can be kind once more. We can be beautiful...

Suddenly there was a tapping on his shoulder and Philip screeched, jumping and turning to look with wide-eyes at his friend. “Ah! Hey, Lucky!”

“Hey!” Philip grinned at her as Lucinda and he both crouched down and she helped him pick up his tray and the scattered items from it. When they were stood back up, the boy pressed his pen to the page while she looked at him in confusion.

“Lucinda Laurens: My best friend since diapers.” She giggled and smiled softly, tilting her head as they grinned at each other. “We on for movie night?”

Philip beamed and nodded quickly, “Yeah, you’re on Jiffy Pop detail!” He said excitedly and Lucinda laughed again. “I rented The Princess Bride.” She said and he laughed as he spoke, “Again? Don’t you have it memorized by now?” She flushed a bit and grinned, shrugging. “What can I say? I’m a sucker for a happy ending.”

Suddenly a louder voice interrupted them, a tall woman walking over and smacking Lucinda’s lunch tray out of her hands. “Lucky Lame-ass! Ha!” She smirked, so proud of her stupid insults. Philip scowled, jotting down a few quick words,

Safia Lee: Quarterback. She’s the smartest gal on the football team. Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.

Then Philip stepped up to Safia, huffing and pointed at the angered Lucinda’s lunch try on the ground. “Hey! Pick that up! Right now!” Safia simply raised her eyebrow at Philip, far from amused by his attitude. “I’m sorry, are you actually talking to me?”

Philip snarled, jabbing her in the shoulder with his finger as he spoke, “Yes I am. I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend. You’re a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant!”

Silence followed before she snorted and flicked Philip’s forehead, “You have a zit right there.”

High schoolers could be such children; that was easily told by the fit of laughter that passed over the cafeteria at Safia’s comment. Philip’s face flushed as he crouched down and picked up Lucinda’s tray for her, before he balanced his own tray on one hand again and began writing once more.

Dear journal... Why? Why do they hate me? Why don’t I fight back? Why do I act like such a creep? Why? Why won’t he date me? Why did I hit him? Why do I cry myself to sleep? Somebody hug me, somebody fix me, somebody save me!

Send me a sign, God! Give me some hope here! Something to live for!

Silence swept through the cafeteria and Philip looked up and cringed to see the three students enter. Oh no.

Jefferson, Jefferson and Jefferson.

He pressed his pen to the page. And then there’s the Jeffersons. They float above it all. Some students talked about how much they loved the three girls as Philip wrote.

Lucy Jefferson. Head cheerleader. Her dad’s loaded, he sells engagement rings! Some students talked about their hatred of the Jeffersons. Mary Jefferson. Runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for implants. Some whispered of their lust for the Jeffersons. And Martha Jefferson. The almighty.

The whispers continued as the three girls strolled in, easily getting to the front of the front line as Philip watched in disgust. She is a mythic bitch. They are solid Teflon - never bothered, never... Harassed. I would give anything to be like that. He sighed, noting what certain people whispered.

John Payne Todd would like to be their boyfriend. That would be beautiful...

If Anastasie Lafayette sat at their table, guys would notice her. So beautiful...

Lucinda simply wishes they were nicer. That would be beautiful...

Lewis Fredrick... Needs therapy. He’d like to kidnap a Jefferson and photograph her naked in an abandoned warehouse and leave her tied up for the rats...

What?!

Fifteen minutes later, Philip went into the bathrooms - unisex, thankfully, so no one had issues - and paused to see Lucy and Martha watch Mary throw up in a stall, both standing outside of it as they bickered, Martha huffing, “Grow up, Mary, bulimia is so ‘87.” Lucy cringed, speaking as well, “Maybe you should see a doctor, Mary.”

“Yeah, Lucy, maybe I should...” He furrowed his brows, stepping aside as their teacher, Mr. Washington stepped in to find his missing students. “Ah, Martha, Lucy.” The sound of Mary vomiting echoed again and Philip almost gagged. “... And Mary. Perhaps you three didn’t hear the bell over all the vomiting, but you’re late for class.”

That’s it.

Philip pulled out a piece of paper from his bag, scribbling quickly on it before nudging Mr. Washington. “Actually, Mr. Washington, all four of us are out on a hall pass. Yearbook committee...” He trailed off as their teacher took the paper and read it over. “.. I see you’re all listed. Hurry up and get where you’re going.” He stated before giving Philip the paper back and leaving the room.

Frowning, Martha stomped over and took the paper, reading over it. “This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?” Philip swallowed and in a moment of nervousness, he saluted Martha as he stood up straight. “Uh- Philip! Hamilton!... I crave a boon.”

“What boon?”

“Um- Let me sit at your table at lunch. Just once. No talking necessary. If people think you guys tolerate me, they’ll leave me alone...” As Martha opened her mouth, Philip suddenly spoke up, “Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips and absence notes.” Hesitantly, Mary spoke up, “What about prescriptions?”

Martha smacked her sister’s arm lightly as she stood beside her, wiping her mouth with some toilet paper. “Shut up, Mary.”

“Sorry, Martha.”

Suddenly Martha took the shorter boy’s face in her hand, turning him side to side as she inspected the nervous kid’s face. “Hm... For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure.” Lucy tilted her head, inspecting her as well. “And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I’d have matching halves. That’s very important.” Then Mary spoke up with a huff, “Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds.”

Then Martha smirked slightly and released his face as she spoke, “And you know, you know, you know? This could be beautiful. Foundation? Maybe some lip gloss and we’re on our way.” That honestly didn’t sound so bad, a light blush dusting his cheeks as the girls consulted it, “Get this boy some blush, and Lucy, I need your brush. Let’s make him beautiful.”

“Let’s make him beautiful.” Lucy confirmed, handing Martha her brush. “Let’s make him beautiful.” Mary repeated. handing her the makeup.

“Make him beautiful... Okay?” Martha suddenly asked, looking serous at him, and Philip was surprised she even asked for his consent with it, but he smiled a little and nodded quickly. “Okay!”

The next day, chaos reigned in the halls as per usual; Sahil and Safia pushing around Lewis as they threatened him, “Out of my way, geek!”

“I don’t want trouble-”

“You’re gonna die at 3 PM!” Sahil hissed, shoving Lewis back into the girls and Henriette Lafayette and Ciara Mulligan both screeched separately, “Don’t you dare touch me!” Henriette huffed as Ciara pushed him away. “Get away pervert!”

Lewis groaned, looking toward the ceiling in dismay. “What did I ever do to them?!”

“Who could survive this? I can’t escape this! I think I’m dying!”

Then one of the girls called, “Who’s that with Martha?!”

They all looked to see the Jeffersons slowly walking in, basking in the attention with someone hidden behind them.

“Whoa. Martha, Mary, Lucy..." Some students said as Ciara added, “And... Someone!”

They continued whispering their names in shock as Ardan Mulligan and Theodosia Burr said, “And a hottie...?”

The whispering continued, then Lucinda broke up the whispering with a loud gasp, “Philip?!”

The whispers continued as Philip moved to walk beside the Jeffersons nervously, his little blemishes covered and his hair tamed and tied back behind his head, his clothes obviously brand new; a nice suit that fit him perfectly.

He smiled a bit at the sudden shock and obvious acceptance of everyone; no one daring to mess with him as he stood beside them. “And you know, you know, you know, life can be beautiful. You hope, you dream, you pray and you get your way!” He puffed his chest out slightly, taking a deep breath in pure excitement as he spoke.

“Ask me how it feels looking like hell on wheels... My god, it’s beautiful!” Some girls gasped and swooned at the sight of him and his eyes widened, a grin taking over his face as the Jeffersons smirked, glancing in her direction. “I might be beautiful... And when you’re beautiful, it’s a beautiful frickin’ day!”

Martha, Mary, Lucy, and Philip.

Philip, Philip, Philip, Philip!

#Heathers AU #so #i wrote another #how about philip takes veronica's place #𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝑦 𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 (My Stories)#𝓐 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓰𝒆 𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓸 (Out Of Character)

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FanFic: SENSORY OVERLOAD

SUMMARY: Natsu and Lucy have been targeted. A mysterious tattoo appears on both of them that changes their relationship in ways they could never have imagined.

RATED: M

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Also can be read on: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12234990/1/Sensory-Overload (Up to Chapter 16)

Prologue ; Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5 ; Chapter 6 ; Chapter 7 ; Chapter 8 ; Chapter 9 ; Chapter 10 ; Chapter 11 ; Chapter 12 ; Chapter 13 ; Chapter 14 ; Chapter 15 ; Chapter 16

CHAPTER 13

The Master was sitting in his office when he smelled fire, there was only one reason the guild would smell like fire. He stood up as anger bubbled inside, he opened his office door to the commotion outside and he boomed "NATSU WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" The guild immediately quieted. Mira and Kinana were using the soda guns at each end of the bar to spray down slowly dying fire with water. Everyone's direction turned to Natsu he started scratching the back of his head nervously "Sorry gramps, Lucy was being dense and I had to tell her something important!"

Gramps grew even angrier "What the hell is so important that you had to set the bar on fire?" The flames finally disappeared to reveal the message to everyone else. Mira squealed with delight "Oh my that is so romantic!" her eyes then shifted to their devilish yellow glare "but you ruined my damn bar Natsu". Gramps sighed, resigned to the fact that his children were impulsive and reckless, but their intentions always seem pure, his look softened "It's about time you idiot… but did you have to do it in such a destructive manner?" Natsu looked sheepishly "I don't really know how to do it any other way!"

"Ain't that the truth" yelled someone from the crowded guild hall. Everyone erupted in laughter and people started to disburse back into smaller groups. Happy yelled from above Natsu's head, still holding Lucy "Heads up Natsu, she's getting too heavy!" with that said he let Lucy go. She squeezed her eyes shut as she quickly descended, no doubt in her mind she would not be landing on the ground. Natsu caught her swiftly and then jumped down off the bar with her in his arms, before he could put her down she had to ask the immediate question at the moment "So you and Lisanna aren't a thing?" He chuckled "hell no!" Lucy was fully relieved at this point. Natsu started leaning into her, closing what little distance there was, knowing what he was going to do she quickly put her finger up to his lips and whispered softly in his ear "Let's not give them the satisfaction." she pulled back and winked. He gently put her down and chuckled. He was reluctant to let her go but with everyone clustering around them he felt her anxiety and thought it best to give her space.

Just as they gained breathing room for themselves Lucy felt an arm sling around her and a hand dangled loosely down. From the smell alone she knew it was Cana. "Sooo Lucy… you think he can fuck as good as he fights" She took a swig from her mug and wiggled her eyebrows. She turned a deep shade of red which was involuntarily reflected on Natsu's face. He snickered and smirked glancing at Cana's "Oi, wouldn't you like to know!"

Lucy scrunched her face up and looked toward Cana with disapproval "You won't ever be findin' out!"

Cana loved being mischievous and she knew exactly what to do and say next. "Hey Natsu, if ya need pointers, I can let ya know what drives Lucy wild in bed." While talking she shifted her position behind Lucy and reached around and fully groped both of her large breasts and gave them a good squeeze. Lucy loudly whispered toward Cana "Shut-up Cana." Cana just grinned "She has really sensitive nipples you know." She gave a devious wink toward Natsu. He just stood there in awe as he looked at the two women "No-way" was all he could manage to say. Happy paled at the direction their conversation was going "DISGUSTING!" and he turned and flew away "CAAARRRLLLAAA!"

Lucy was beyond embarrassed and could only giggle nervously while prying Cana off her, leaning into her she not so quietly said again, "Shut-up Cana."

Cana was on a roll, she had them right where she wanted them. She grabbed her mug and swigged "Ya see, the trick is to use a little teeth while you suck." Lucy's only response again was "SHUT-UP CANA!"

Lucy could see the gears working behind Natsu's eyes, she could also feel the pleasurable stirring coming from him. Apparently he was working up a quick mental image, "Cut it out Natsu" she said under her breath, she knew he heard it because his eyes shifted and met with Lucy's. His face changed, it had a look she had never seen before. He was smirking and his eyes, which normally made her think of a beautiful starless night sky, now had a smoldering fire in, similar to what she sees when he fights, but a little different. It sent a shiver down her spine. He never broke eye contact with the beautiful blonde as he demanded in a cocky voice "Tell me more Cana."

Cana could taste the sexual tension and she felt a swell of pride in accomplishing her goal. "There is this one thing that sends her over the edge when you go down-"

Lucy smacked her hand that was holding her drink "Ooops… clumsy me Cana, let me go get a towel to clean that up!" she grabbed Natsu's arm and tugged him away from the bar very quickly. Looking over her shoulder at Natsu she saw that he was beaming with his normal toothy grin but he had a glint of curiosity in his eye. "Don't ask, it was one time and I was bombed out of my mind." Lucy didn't really think his grin could get any bigger.

"You're gonna have to tell me ALL about it someday" and he winked at her. Once they cleared the bar area they headed toward Levy and her table of books. "Hey Lev!"

Lucy wasn't sure why she missed it before but Levy's scent changed a little. Normally she smelled of ink and old books, it's like she added a metallic smell to it, there was something a little heavier underneath it all. Suddenly she squealed and Natsu had known immediately what the squeal was about he just chuckled to himself. Levy looked up at her like she had five heads. In response Lucy leaned and whispered with a grin that spread from ear to ear "I know what you did!" Levy flushed immediately and whispered back "how do you know that!"

Lucy exaggeratedly inhaled and Levy's eyes grew wide. "Damn really!" she started to get nervous and quickly changed the subject trying to avoid further teasing. "Rumor has it Meredy has been in the area. She was supposedly spotted in the evening so Wendy and Gajeel are going out looking for her when it gets dark."

"Awesome! I'll be happy to not feel starving all the time and so I can smell things like a normal person again. I swear this guild is just a bunch of horn-dogs. It's nauseating." Lucy giggled a little and added "present company excluded of course."

Natsu gave a fake pouty lip "Has it been that bad? I kinda like being linked to you, it takes some of the guesswork out of what's going on in that weird brain of yours."

Lucy gave him daggers "Thin ice buddy… thin ice."

Bisca approached and was beaming at Lucy "I'm so happy for you guys, no offense, but it's about time." Bisca leaned in to Lucy a little closer and slipped a small package containing 8 miniature vials "I won't be needing these obviously. It's a two month supply just need to take it once a week." Lucy looked slightly embarrassed but graciously thanked Bisca "Hey, keep me posted on how you make out".

"I sure will!" Bisca smiled warmly and walked back toward Alzack.

Out of the corner of Lucy's eye, she caught Natsu shifting closer to where Bisca had stood and heard him inhale slightly. A questioning look quickly flicked across his face. Turning to him, she got up on her tiptoes to hug him and whispered in his ear "she's pregnant."

He nodded and then a big smile spread across his face "That's great news!"

"it's hush hush still so keep it shut."

"Yes ma'am"

Lucy turned to Levy, "Hey, Natsu and I are going to head back to my place incase anyone is looking for us." Levy raised her eyebrow "Is that so?"

Lucy sighed "It's not like THAT, we have a lot to talk about." Levy couldn't help but giggle "Just make sure you talk with your words and not with your bodies"

"UGH why does everyone think we're just gonna go home and have sex?" Lucy was starting to getting a little agitated. "Like you said, we're all a bunch of horn-dogs" Levy winked.

Natsu piped in with a boyish and innocent smile "Hey just because I said I love her doesn't mean I want to touch her. I wouldn't even know where to start." Lucy turned around and smacked him in the arm "Jerk!" then under her breath, so only he could hear, she quickly followed up "Liar." He responded with a simple "yup."

They turned to to the bluenette who was eager to get back to her reading "We're out!" and they waved goodbye. They slipped out at stealthily as possible to avoid any more chit-chat.

They walked hand in hand down the streets of Magnolia neither of them feeling the cold temperatures as they strolled quietly. Natsu didn't know where to start so he figured if Lucy was whipping her brain into a frenzy and when she was ready to talk she would. Lucy was trying to gather her thoughts, now that things were quiet and it was just the two of them a million questions started plaguing her mind. She stared off into the windows of the stores they walked by seeing their reflection in the windows and feeling moments of pure joy one minute and then fear the next. They passed store and something briefly caught her eye 'I should SO get those' but the thought passed quickly as they walked by 8 Island next door. "Hey let's have an early dinner. After a day like today I have ZERO intentions of cooking." She turned to him and was not surprised to see a big smile. "Sounds like a good idea to me!" Natsu never had to be asked twice when it came to food.

They found themselves settling into a booth in the back of the establishment, Lucy finally figured out what to start the conversation with. "How do you cope with it?"

Nastu glanced above the menu "with what?"

"The relentless assault of smells and sounds, it's starting to drive me nuts."

"Luce, it's always been like this for me since I can remember. It's only been, what, two days for you?"

"Why do you let everyone think you're just the lovable idiot?"

"Because I am - silly." Natsu focused back to the menu "Feel like sharing the Family of Four meal?"

"You're not an idiot Natsu, you have your moments, but there is no way you're as innocent and dumb as you make out to be." Lucy glanced down at the menu herself "Family of Four sounds good. Can we get an extra Fry though?"

"Luce can you imagine how people would treat me if they understood what I know about them. They would be scared, I would be an outcast among misfits. All Dragon Slayer's have that problem, how we cope with it all depends on how we were raised. People get the gist but they have no clue to what extent." Natsu put the menu down "Totally an extra Fry, and a side of mayo."

Lucy put down her menu and pondered his answer "I guess you're right, you guys know some very personal stuff about everyone around you." She looked at him and made a little scrunched up face "That's still gross you know, mayo on your fries - what kind of freak does that?"

He laughed at her her disgust of his dipping habits "Your freak."

The waitress interrupted their discussion and they placed their order. Lucy was wondering what she should discuss next when Natsu had a question of his own. "What happened this morning?"

She wasn't ready to talk about that, but when she looked at him she knew there was no choice in the matter. 'If I play it dumb maybe he will drop it.' She knew this could open the flood gates to conversations that she didn't want to have in a restaurant. "What do you mean?"

"Come on Luce, what do you take me for… - heh - don't answer that, you know exactly what I mean so spill it." He really wasn't going to let her avoid this one.

"Alright, basically I was going to your house this morning to talk about things, then I saw you walk out hand in hand with Lisanna, I heard what she said to you and remember the night before I put it all together and came to the conclusion that you guys were… you know, together."

"Did it ever occur to you just keep on the path and say Good Morning? You would have quickly realized by scent alone that nothing happened." Lucy looked slightly ashamed but he continued "She had just got back from her job this morning and was bringin' me those awesome little puffy pastry things that I love." Natsu's excitement started to build as he talked about the pastries. Lucy could only start giggling, thankfully the direction of the conversation was going in her favor. Before any further discussion could happen, the waitress came over with a very large tray of food.

People around them started staring at the impressive amount of food for only the two of them. She could hear the soft mumbles that normally would go unnoticed, snide comments on how two people could eat so much and stay so fit, speculations on whether she was eating for two or not. "People are so damn rude!" was all she could state aloud as she started to eat.

"Mmm… there are some assholes out there" he replied between bites. They both focused on filling their bellies and not much was said aloud but they could each feel the flare of each other's passing emotions as they thought to themselves, glancing occasionally at each other in response.

Lucy watched as Natsu ate, he loved food, there was no doubt about that. He approached each meal like a starving child, reckless and sloppy. He would eventually slow down and begin to appreciate what he ate. She couldn't help but let her mind wander, she thought about his ferociousness and raw fighting style and compared it to the similar way in which he devoured food. She wondered what he would be like in bed, she certainly couldn't picture him being gentle and tender. She was excited at that prospect of getting to see a different side of Natsu. She started to feel the gentle pull associated with thinking of him in that way. An excited thought ran through her mind, 'I'm running next door and get that little gift!' She wiped her hands and mouth with her napkin and excused herself with having to go to little ladies room. Thankfully it was in the front of the restaurant so it wouldn't be suspicious is she darted out the door briefly. Natsu watched the sway of her hips as she walked away, her small pull of arousal settled comfortably in his body and he knew she was up to something.

She quickly grabbed what she sought and with a cheeky smile, paid the cashier. When she got back to the restaurant she beelined for the ladies room. Once inside the stall she removed her new purchase from the bag and and admired the little cotton black panties. The design was perfect, they were bikini cut and the behind was the back half of a red dragon with wings spread wide fully covering the open space. The neck snaked through the crotch of the panty and the dragon's head was positioned right at the pubic bone area. The dragon was breathing orange and red flames that spread up to the waist band. She quickly slipped off what she was wearing and tossed it in the bag. Slipping on her new pair, they fit like a glove but they were different from what she usually wore. She preferred the delicate, barely there kind. She giggled suddenly at the realization of what she was doing, 'I'm in a bathroom of a restaurant changing my panties for Natsu.' Shifting her black skirt back over her hips, she smoothed out the gold shimmering scale hemline. Looking down, she realized that her skirt did sort of match her panties 'huh guess he was right.' She quickly tossed her bag in the trash and hurried back to the table.

"Took you long enough." he could barely get the words out between chewing and biting into the last of his meal.

"Look it takes time for a lady, we can't just whip it out and be done." She glared at him "you finally done eating? I'm stuffed and ready to get out of here."

"Sure thing, let's go!" They settled their bill at the front and walked out into the cold late afternoon. The sun was just about setting as they walked the streets, the winter nights were always the longest.

Lucy couldn't help but think about the possibilities of a very toasty winter as she huddled closer into her personal walking heater, but first she knew they need to have a frank discussion before things get too heated.

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