#everytime it starts raining i get this urge to just go dance and scream at the top of my lungs

[fierceyetflawed]

i love rains and I know they are often used as a metaphor for sadness but no there's something so joyful about it!!

there's sth to be said about that feeling of letting it all out. let it pour, let it thunder, let it go. and then just take a deep breath, take in that petrichor, look at the vibrant green leaves, the clean glimmering streets, maybe you'll catch a rainbow and poof–

it's a fresh start. it's hope. it's love. <3

[sheikahwarriork]

Do u have any dimileth headcanon??

LMAO TOO MANY. here's a brief(?) list

dimitri fell in love right away when they met but realized it only during the rain scene

byleth fell in love more slowly and realized it at the goddess tower (academy)

sylvain knew about dimitri's crush all along and kept teasing him about it but dimitri was dense and clueless and always like "i dont know what you are talking about, sylvain. my only feelings toward the professor are admiration, care, and the wish to spend all my life at her side. totally normal"

during the fishing tournament, byleth asked dimitri to keep her company. dimitri was confused, the professor always fishs alone!, but gladly accepted. she also tried to teach him how to fish but he kept broking the fishing rods

byleth always spends at least 3 hours at sunday having tea with dimitri (its me im byleth)

the first time byleth tried to make tea for dimitri, she made a chamomille too strong for a normal human to enjoy. luckily dimitri isnt normal and it was the first time in years he tasted something. byleth keeps over-pouring his chamomille just to see him enjoying some taste

dimitri cant cook for shit. byleth only knows how to stew at a campfire. dedue is their savior

(dedue knows about dimitri's crush too but doesnt tease him about it)

they love each other in every universe, in every timeline. even if they dont realize it, or one of them (dimitri) dies, they still love each other and always will.

dimileth CF: edelgard is the one who kills dimitri, byleth tries to stop her but fails, and after she spends an entire day hugging dimitri's corpse, unable to understand why her heart feels so broken (since when does she have a heart?)

dimileth VW: after the timeskip, byleth meets dimitri for the first time at the gronder. she rushes to him and hug him, whispering "i thought you were dead", and dimitri replies " i thought it about you too". then an archer hits dimitri on the back. he looses strenght on his legs. byleth starts screaming. dimitri doesnt look at her, he only says "i always wanted to dance with you" and dies. byleth turns back time till the monastery and now chooses the blue lions :)

dimileth SS: (wooo "ghost scene".) dimitri always loved the professor from afar. and hes not dead, but he knows he's about to, so he goes to the monastery to see the professor one more last time. he needs to tell her what hes doing, what hes about to do, but looses all his composture once he sees byleth smiling at him in relief (she thought he died- offscreen during gronder). ohhh but he needs to go now, he feels like that smile isnt meant for him, this isnt his- their story; maybe in another life. this is dangerous. why this urge to kiss her, why right now? he needs to go, now. "im sorry, professor. im a coward, i've always been a coward. i came here to tell you-" shes crying, shes smiling. "i love you too".

woooo too much angst. back to the romcom fluff

when byleths asks dimitri to go to the sauna with her, he heats up so fast not bc of the heat, but bc the professor is in her underwear sothis help me-

mercedes knows too. (actually every blue lions knows. theyre not very subtle) she tries to help byleth realize her feelings by talking through metaphors but byleth is too dense and she keeps wondering why mercedes always talk to her about "the goddess and her king"

during academy phase, dimileth dont kiss. but according to sylvain, they spend all the time "eyes-fucking each other". true!

their first kiss? lmao actually at the S support scene. theyre clumsy and a bit awkward- its the first kiss for both- but its also the best one of their lives. bc its the beginning of their life.

sothis hates both of them (lovingly). A LOT. she considered many times to get control over byleth's body just to make those two fuck. everytime byleth smiles under her breath when she thinks about dimitri and then wonders "what is this hot wave im feeling? must go ask manuela about it" sothis starts screaming

at the ball, dimitri spent all the night looking for the courage to ask the professor to dance. once he collected it, he sees claude dancing with the professor! (how dare he!) (why am i so jealous?!) the next time he spares with claude, claude ends up in the infirmary. "oops. my crest activated :("

they have many children and lives happily ever after forever.

("brief list" my ass.)

hope you enjoyed this! many of these hc comes from a very long fic i wrote some time ago that i still havent published, but im working on its translation (its currently only in italian) and maybe, one day, it will be on ao3. i hope so. :3

[writersperpetualblock]

A/N; Got this steamy ask in the middle on doing homework and I could simply not resist. Thank you anon this is one of the best requests that I've gotten so far! Here's some needy Shouto, hope you likee ;))

Warnings; Teeth-rotting fluff and steamy smutt.

Taking a nap wasn't on your plans of the day, but it had been a slow one today. The rain hadn't allowed you or your boyfriend to get out and enjoy your saturday so you both stayed in. Dressed in pajamas, with messy hair and eating cereal in front of the tv. And now you woke up to some movie Shouto was watching while his cold fingers danced on your shoulder.

Your back was pressed against his chest and his arm served you as a pillow. He knew you were awake because the weight of his sight fell on you. And nuzzling his arm you let out a content purr as he removed the hair from your temple to press a kiss there.

"For how long did I sleep?" you asked, trying to reach for your phone but Shouto wraped his other arm over your belly and held you in place.

"Only a couple minutes I think." he then proceeds to grab your chin in his fingers and turn your face to his, pulling you into a kiss that spins the room around you. But you pull away slightly.

"Let me wash my mouth first" you complained and pinched his cheek, but he frowned at you stubbornly and held on tighter.

"Stop trying to run away from me," he complained and then he stated "you're mine." You chuckled at this and pressed a light kiss on his chin. Yelping a little when you felt his warm hand sliding inside your panties to grab one buttcheek. All the while staring at your face.

You laughed, pushing your ass back and looking away "Someone is eager." His other hand pushed some more hair out of the way and held it over your face.

"How could I help myself?" he said, proceeding to bury his face on you and licking a trail from your collarbone to your jaw. And even though you were laying down you still felt your knees weaken. As in cue you lifted up your chin and Shouto nibbled right on your neck, having a sight come out of your lips.

His hand groped your ass some more and he pushed his erection on you until he was almost on top of you. "So beautiful" he whispered in your ear and the hand that held your hair went down into your shirt, cold fingers eagering your nipples to harden under their touch.

"Shouto..." you trailed off earning a shush from him. You chuckled and tried for his hand but that only caused him to press

"Sweetheart, let me enjoy the art." you chuckled dryly and closed your eyes, giving into the feeling of Shouto's hands exploring your body. The one in your ass climbed to your hip as he pushed your lower body so that you laid flat down. And the hand on your breasts he trailed down your back, stopping just at the middles of your hips.

Automatically you lifted your ass to him and cupped it right under his erection, rubbing yourself on his thighs. You could feel his eyes inspecting your form, hands trailing slightly in place. In a quick second his fingers trailed the elastic of your pants and he pulled it down along with your underwear, pooling it at your thighs. Next the tank you wore was pulled over your head, exposing your breasts against the cold sheets. You rested on your elbows, stopping your face from pressing down the pillow. Mouth watering in anticipation to what Todoroki would do to you.

He laid his chest slightly on your back and started to leave a road of breathy, opened mouth kisses in your spine. Making you shiver under his tounge. He then proceeded to suck right where your left buttcheek began as he took the other one in his hand, squeezing it between his finger until you were sure he left a mark.

"I want you for all eternity darling."

He bites in the same place.

"Best damn thing that's ever happened to me."

His tounge soothes the bite once more.

"Tell me you love me" he breaths.

"Sho... Shouto"

"I haven't even started to fuck you and you're already stuttering gorgeous."

Your face flushed deeply at this and you widened your eyes. You've no idea what had gotten into him today but you were certainly not complaining. Specially not when his hand reached your shoulder and promted you to lay flat on your chest, adding a daze of heat to your already pounding core. He then trailed one extra hot finger down your side making you squirm in delight, you felt him smile at this.

"I don't know why..." he trails off "but I'm so hungry for you right now."

Hands cup your thighs as he spreads them slightly, letting his dick fall in line with your pussy. With his hand he rubs it along your slit and then penetrates you without a second thought. The sound that falls from your mouth is a mix between a yelp and a moan, and it urges Shouto to start moving. His fingers squish your buttcheeks as he starts his pace, and one look over your shoulder lets you know he is watching you take him in completely.

Your fingers grip the bedsheets thightly as your boyfriend starts to pound into you. Letting out ragged breaths and cut off moans. The feeling of him inside of you alone plus how deep he was going with each thrust had you on the verge of tears from the pleasure.

It was when you pressed your face down the pillow that Shouto pounded into you hard enough to get a cry out. Proceeding to press his chest on your back and wrap one arm around yours, he lifted you back up with him, setting you in place by spreading his hand under your breasts.

He nibbled on your shoulders as your weight fell on him and you held yourself with your fingers on his thighs. "You lead the pace now" he whispers up to your ear, making your littlest hairs stand up in place.

Slowly you put your weight on your knees and fingertips, and start rocking up and down his length. Your core is already sensitive, but when Shouto cups your hips and breathes down onto your skin he urges you to do it faster. You both are panting and you shut your eyes thightly, letting out a series of curses everytime your legs shake.

But the best part comes when Shouto lets out a helpless moan, followed by him biting into your skin and his hands taking control of your hips again. By then you are everything but crying out.

"F...Fuck baby I love you so.." a moan interrupts him and his ragged speach "I love you so much"

With a hand he grabs a fist full of your hair, making you crane your neck to the side.

"So beautiful," he breathes "so mine."

You are both thrusting agaisnt each other now, trails of sweat running down your bodies. Your moans turn into undecifrable pleas and cries and Todoroki grunts with each smack of your ass agaisnt his hips. His lips are nibbling and sucking on your back, leaving a mess of love bites and else.

"Scream my name Y/n" Todoroki says, voice ragged and high. You knew that meant he was close to cumming, so you obeyed him and in seconds his thrusts started to falter and his teeth dug deep into your shoulder.

You yourself kept on moaning and riding his length, until your boyfriend pushed you onto the bed again and pulled out of your pussy.

"Babyyy" you complained, unable to focus your eyes on him "I wasn't donee" you pouted and held your spinning head agaisnt the pillow.

But your complaints came to a halt, letting place for a surprised yelp when Todoroki's tounge picked up your juices as he placed his head between your thighs.

"You smell so good after I fuck you" he mumbles, looking up at you and proceeding to suck on your clitoris. That makes you bury your head deep in the matress and throw an arm over your eyes to stop the tears.

One moan after the other Shouto carried you out long and heavy, taking his time to eat you out and also to press kisses on your thighs. His cold hand came to your breasts at one point, never taking a break on your nipples. You were in heaven.

Shouto moaned inside your core and held your thighs down as much as he could, changing hands to hold yours. It seemed cute but he just didn't love you pulling so hard on his hair.

He drank all of your juices exquisitely until the tears finally fell from your eyes and he couldn't distinguish between your cries and moans. At that point, both hands went down to hold each of your thighs.

Needles to say that your orgasm hit you like a train. Soon your legs were shacking under Shouto's hand and your body was spamming. A very soulful cry had you come undone and the tears slowly started to stop as Shouto pulled away from your pussy.

He was also out of breath but you couldn't even open your eyes in that moment. Your boyfriend layed down next to you waiting for your haze to pass, eyes never leaving your sweaty and hot to the touch face.

Even after he was nowhere near touching you you still felt his hands in your body and moans pooling at the back of your throat. He had done a number on you today and he knew it.

When you finally fell down into your senses you wiped your face and chuckled. Breath still ragged and eyes sort of watery when you looked at your boyfriend.

"God I can't believe how stunning you are."

You laughed and glanced away from him. "Stoop it! You've done enough today Shouto" he chuckles at this and kisses your elbow.

"I'm sorry I made you cum so hard" he says and now it's your turn to chuckle.

"I think I can't stand for the life of me, my legs are still shaking." He smiles bright as day.

"I'm glad you can't, that way I can spoil you all day long."

"I think I have been spoiled enough thank you." you chuckle turning to face him and he stares onto you.

"You deserve way more than just that."

With that he presses a kiss against your nose and takes your hand to his face. He closes his eyes when you start running your thumb over his cheek and you smile. Prompting him to lay his face on your breasts as you hide the two of you under the covers.

Todoroki falls asleep with a protective hand on your side and his forehead against your chest. You massaged his head with a hand and carresed his neck with another, having his content sighs lead you too into a peaceful sleep.

[santheweird]

Hey Sarge! (Chapter 5)

Summary: Due to the lack of jobs because of World War 2, Alexander Sami Hale joined the army to keep her family’s head above the water.

She falsified her enlistment form, convincing the officials that she was actually a boy named Alexander Hale.

When her sergeant, James Barnes, was captured by the German forces during a battle in Azzano, Alex went AWOL to aid a man named Steve Rogers to rescue his best friend.

This is her story.

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of war, survivor’s guilt, burn wounds

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~

Alex needed a cigarette. Badly. But as she doesn’t smoke that much, she doesn’t have her own personal stash. She could bum one from someone else, but they were still somewhat in enemy territory, and any small light could be seen by a plane flying overhead, including a cigarette light.

She tightened the jacket around her, shivering as she tried to sleep. But she couldn’t. Everytime she closed her eyes, flashes of the battle appeared behind her eyelids: explosions, people disappearing into dust, those strange blue flashes, screaming, blazing inferno despite the heavy rain, so close to her that she could feel the heat on the side of her face-

She would always wake up grasping for something that wasn’t there.

The battle of Azzano had taken a huge toll on their numbers. What remained of the 107th was around 20 soldiers at most, and if you included the other soldiers from other forces, everyone added up to around 85 soldiers, 100 at most.

No.

Not everyone.

Alex hugged her legs tighter. No matter how many times she counted, or asked around or searched in this meager group, she would never be able to find Bucky, Dugan and Jones.

And it was all her fault.

~

“-ex! Alex! Wake up! Alex!”

Alex snapped her eyes open, drawing in a deep breath of shock and fear. Bucky hovered over her anxiously, his helmet askew and the side of his face caked with mud and blood. Alex felt the tremors of a nearby explosion on the ground she was lying on, jarring her teeth.

“Oh my god, you fucking idiot!” Bucky pulled Alex off the ground, his grip strangely gentle. “We were given the order to retreat, not run in the other goddamn direction!’

Alex’s ears were ringing, and her legs buckled as soon as she stood up, collapsing immediately against Bucky, her left arm throbbing painfully. “Wha- what happened?”

“What happened was you pulling a fucking Steve on me and running off right onto the face of danger!” Bucky grumbled, slinging Alex’s right arm over his shoulder, half-carrying, half-dragging Alex away from the front lines. “When you said you would take care of the flamethrower, I didn’t think that you would mean that you would explode it!”

“Well, you always did say that I reminded you of your ol’ pal. Guess that got to my head.” Alex grinned, eyes half-lidded and delirious from her pounding head and...burned arm? Oh, right, she threw a small bomb, made out of gunpowder from her bullets and a lot of desperate improvising, at the flamethrowers. She thought that the blast would break the containers containing the flammable liquid and gas, but she didn’t expect it to explode so violently.

“Not just your arm.” Bucky breathed out. Oh, was she speaking out loud? “The left side of your face got hit too, and your shoulder has some shrapnel. Don’t try to move it too much.”

Alex's head swam as she barely registered Bucky's words. So that's why one side of her face felt like it was burning despite the rain around them.

“Scared the living crap outta me.” Bucky complained. “I swear, you and Stevie are gonna get along like a house on fire if you meet each other. But I pray that the Lord Almighty would prevent that from happening.”

“Didn't peg you as the praying type.” Alex slurred, legs stumbling over a couple of loose rocks and dead bodies.

“I would willingly shave my head and become a monk instead of taking care of both you ‘lil shits at the same time.”

“Bullshit. You would never bring yourself to shave your hair, you vain bastard.” Alex knew what James was doing, constantly talking to her to keep her awake, so that hypothermia and all those other things wouldn't set in. It was working, so far, but she could sense the tremble in his voice, and Alex wondered faintly, at the back of her head, just how much Bucky had to hide behind his cheerful facade in order to be a reassuring rock of stability for her squad.

An explosion shook her out of her thoughts, the force of it bringing her to her knees, accidentally dragging Bucky down with her as well. Alex howled in pain when her arm was jostled painfully, letting go of Bucky to grip her arm. Black spots danced in her vision and she faintly heard Bucky curse behind her as deadly flashes of blue light passed by over their heads.

“Hold on tight!” He slung her over his shoulder and dashed towards a nearby pile of debris for cover. Safe (hopefully) from any attacks, Bucky started checking on Alex arm and shoulder, salvaging any pieces of cloth to at least staunch the bleeding. Alex winced, tearing up at the pain and the hopelessness of this entire situation. She was badly injured and wasn’t sure if she could walk properly. She would only weigh Bucky down, and there was almost no chance of him getting to safety if she stayed with him.

“Sarge,” she breathed out. “Go on without me. Save yourself. We’re both gonna die if you stay with me so it’s best that you-”

Bucky looked up right at her, breathing heavily and eyes wide and Alex didn’t know if it was the rain but it really looked like he was crying right now.

“No.”

“Bucky-”

“No, I am not fucking leaving you.” Bucky responded firmly, his voice slightly hoarse. “If you think for one fucking moment that I’m gonna leave you alone in this shithole, then think again. I am your superior officer, and it is my duty to make sure you get back to your family safe and sound when this shitstorm is over.”

Alex felt hot tears prick the back of her eyes. “But-”

There was the sound of shouting behind them, and Bucky swiftly turned around, pointing his rifle at whoever might be coming up at the back. Alex was just about to persuade Bucky to leave her behind when a small group of muddied French soldiers appeared in front of them.

“Do you need help?” A soldier with a thick accent asked.

Bucky nodded wordlessly, gesturing helplessly at Alex. There was a garble of French as two soldier rushed forward, one carrying a med-kit. More French, with bits of stilted, broken English as they examined her wounds. One looked back up at their leader (?) and shook their head.

“We don't have enough to time to treat his wounds here!” The leader shouted in French.

“I'm not leavin’ him here!”

Alex couldn't register what happened afterwards, but she felt several hands lifting her up and hoisting her onto someone's back. Bucky was by her side, constantly urging her to stay conscious. The rain continued to pelt on them relentlessly, like tiny pebbles falling from the sky.

There was a sudden burst of machine gun fire, and Alex saw a flash of blue light beneath her half-closed eyelids. The soldier carrying her dropped to the ground to avoid gunfire, and Alex winced as she tumbled off his back. She opened her eyes fully to see Bucky in a crouch, gripping his rifle, a determined look in his eyes.

He glanced at her, and looked back at the enemy again.

“Get the hell outta here! I’ll hold them off!”

“Sarge! No-” Alex cut herself off, wincing as another wave of pain shot through her arm. Her head throbbed painfully and her vision flickered as she tried to look for Bucky through the thick curtain of rain. Fear flashed through her as there were several gunshot sounds and flashes of blue light.

“James!” She screamed over the thunder, pushing away the soldier who tried to hold her back, hot tears streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the rain.”Bucky!!”

Another explosion, and Alex stumbled back onto the ground. Sharp pain blossomed out at the back of her head, and everything faded to black.

~

She was roused not long after, but by that time, she was already loaded up on the truck, taken away from the battlefield and back to base. The shrapnel in her arm had already been taken out when she was unconscious, and bandages covered the entire left portion of her face. Her left arm was also similarly bandaged, and the medics said that it was a miracle that there hasn’t been any more damage.

She got a fever from infection the next day, and spent the next two days slipping in and out of consciousness. Her fever broke on the third day, and the group of survivors reached the main base the next day, where Alex and many other soldiers were sent off to the medical tent for further examination and treatment for their injuries.

There would be permanent scarring on her face and arm, and it would take a while to regain full motion of her left arm, but that was the least of Alex’s worries. Bucky had sacrificed himself for her safety, and she hated that. She hated the fact that she injured herself so carelessly, dragging Bucky behind when he could have run on ahead without her. She hated the fact that it was her, an uneducated little runt of a person with absolutely nothing to her name, was alive and not Bucky. She hated the fact that Bucky chose to save her instead of himself. She hated the fact that she even needed to be saved in the first place.

She hated the fact that she was sitting comfortably in a nice little medical tent when there were hundreds of soldiers being held prisoner in German fortresses.

She hated the fact that Colonel Phillips was making no attempt at trying to rescue those prisoners.

Which was why she had dragged herself straight towards the commands tent immediately once she was cleared by the medical team. Bandages and all.

Phillips took one look at Alex’s small stature and mummified face and ordered her to go back to her squad tent before she could say a word. She was surprised that he did not send her back home.

She came back the next morning. Phillips decided to hear her out, and sighed when she proposed to save the prisoners in Krausberg. Needless to say, she was sent back to her tent. She came back in the afternoon.

The next day, the Colonel was red in the face when he found Alex standing in front of him. After several profanities and a threat to send her back home, Alex finally relented and stormed out of the tent in frustration. Just as she was about to exit, the tent flaps opened, and in came a well-built and tall blond, and an extremely beautiful female officer, both slightly drenched from the rain.

Alex felt like she had to snap to a solemn salute when they entered. The man looked like the literal paragon of an American man, freedom and patriotism and righteousness practically oozing out of his veins. And the mere presence of the woman commanded the immediate respect and attention of everyone in the room. She practically had vibes of badassery trailing out after her.

Alex could hear Phillips’ audible sigh from across the tent as the blond headed over towards his desk.

“Colonel Phillips.”

“Well if it isn’t the Star-Spangled Man With a Plan.” Phillips replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “What is your plan today?”

The Star-Spangled- what?

“I need the casualty list from Azzano.”

Alex frowned. Despite the man’s build and height, Alex’s didn’t think that he was a soldier of any sort, let alone a superior officer, so why does he need to know who had died from the battle? She felt a twinge of something as she thought of Bucky again.

“You don’t get to give me orders, son.”

“I just need one name, Sergeant James Barnes from the 107th.”

Alex’s eyes widened. How does he know James? She stepped forward, frowning. The man seemed familiar. Where exactly did she see that face before?

Phillips, however, ignored the blond and pointed his pen at the female officer instead.

“You and I are gonna have a conversation later that you won't enjoy.”

“Please tell me if he's alive, sir. B-A-R-”

“-I can spell.” Phillips interrupted, irritated.

He got up, and arranged some paperwork in his hands, sighing. “I have signed more of these condolence letters today than I would care to count. But the name does sound familiar. I'm sorry.”

The determination that was initially on the man’s face immediately melted away into shock and grief, his lips slightly parted for a moment as he took in the news. The female officer looked at him with concern, but he covered his anguish up swiftly.

“What about the others? Are you planning a rescue mission?”

“Yes, it’s called winning the war.”

“But sir,” Alex protested, stepping forwards once more. “It’ll be too late by then! At least let me go there and scout out the area, and we’ll be able to-”

“Hale! Shut up!”

The tent was silent. Phillips glared at Alex. “Do you have a death wish, Private?”

Alex lifted her chin and looked back at the old Colonel. “Maybe I do.”

Phillips looked down at his desk and sighed. He got up and pointed at the enormous map pinned up behind him. “The prisoners are being held thirty miles behind the front lines, through one of the most heavily fortified territories in Europe.” He looked back at the blond. “We’d lose more men than we’d save. But I don’t expect you to understand that because you’re a chorus girl.”

Phillips turned his gaze towards Alex. “We already lost way too many men at Azzano. I don't want to lose anymore for something which is already a lost cause.”

Alex clenched her jaw. The man glanced at her for a moment.

“I think I understand sir.”

“Well then go understand somewhere else.” Phillips sat back behind his desk. “If I read the posters correctly, you have somewhere to be in half an hour.”

The man stared at the map.

“Yes sir, I do.”

Notes:

- “I’ll try to update more often.” I said. “I won’t take too much time to finish the next chapter.” I said. It has been three months.

- Exams are over, and the holidays are here, so hopefully I’ll be able to dedicate more time to this story! I’m not exactly in an encouraging home environment, but things are coming along! Sorry for all the sporadic updates!

- If the tanks/cylinders in a flamethrower is pierced with a bullet, it doesn’t necessarily explode, since what’s inside is flammable liquid, not pressurized gas. It’s only if it is ignited, then the results could be deadly. Alex obviously knew about this, but didn’t expect the blast to be so large. Don’t play with fire.

- Yes, because of her recklessness, Alex got disfigured. @infired606 lost her shit when I told her. Ehehe.

- First chapter with Steve AND Peggy! Cue Bucky groaning in the distance because the two most troublesome and reckless idiots in the world has finally met. Go shave your head, jerk.

- Another chapter uploaded, and now it’s time for me to buckle down and start working on chapter 6! You can hammer me with complaints (and questions and feedback please) in my ask, and taglist is open! Bye!!

Chapter 4  Chapter 6

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[sunflowerstrays]

you make me laugh // mark tuan

anon requested this: Can I request a scenario where YN is got7s mark gf, and the member tease her because she is from England and has a British accent. If possible can you make YN like famous too, maybe like the lead singer of a British band, idk but yeah

mark tuan x reader.

words: 2k.

genre: fluff, crack.

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Mark and you had been dating for two years now, but had known each other for the majority of your lives

And two say you two were inseparable was an odd phrase because you definitely spent most of your time apart from each other

but when you were together you were joined at the hip, refusing to spend time apart

and because of this you spent a lot of time with the other got7 members

who all loved you to death because you definitely brought the best out of Mark

but your adorable British accent also humoured them to their death beds

the worst case that has ever happened with your voice was when you had all gone out for a meal to celebrate the success of got7′s new album

and you had tried to reply to a savage comment from Yugyeom about your new music style

but your voice had cracked as you had turned slightly shrill and this meant that the British accent messed up all the Korean pronunciations

and you’d never seen seven boys laugh quite so much in your life

to the point that even Jaebum, who could often keep a stone facade and remain stoic in these situations couldn’t control himself and was red in the face

you had just hidden your face in Mark’s arm as he patted your thigh and laughed hard with his friends

that incident aside

the boys mostly loved your accent

they thought it was absolutely adorable and wouldn’t change it for the world

even if it meant that when they arrived in England they would do their best to butcher the accent

just like they were doing now as the met you at the airport

because you were the lead singer of the British band, The Sun

and were kicking off of a week of stadium performances tomorrow night

and somehow this lined up perfect with some of the boys holiday time, so they had decided to come and visit you on some of your tour nights

and experience “British culture, the very best of it” ~ Youngjae, 2018

little did they know that British culture mostly consisted of rain, awkward smiles with strangers on the subway and an unhealthy amount of tea

yet as you stood at the arrival entrance for international flights you were beginning to think this whole plan was shambolic

because Jackson was pointing out a million things to Yugyeom and Youngjae, speaking the English name for it, but doing so in the worst accent possible

and you could here the old couple beside you muttering about how annoying today’s youth were

“y/n!”

Mark practically leapt from the other side of the room to your side, embracing you in the biggest hug and swallowing you in the smells of air-planes

you were too happy to see him to care that he was messing up your hair you had made such an effort on today

and hugged him back so tightly, wishing that in another universe, the two of you would have all the time in the world to spend together

because it had been almost two months since the two of you had last seen each other in person and you weren’t sure how long the next length of time would be

but for now you were just happy to see him back

following Mark was Jinyoung and Bambam, both of them screaming hello at you from the place were Mark had taken off

running at you at the speed of light before barrelling into you with the biggest hug

the couple beside you just anxiously shuffled backwards as they saw how big the group were, giving you the dirtiest looks

“British culture,” you introduced to the boys in Korean, making the three of them laugh hysterically

Youngjae and Jaebum appeared next, testing their English skills by making as much conversation in their adorably broken English as possible

which involved something along the lines of “Mark very excited to see you” and “how is this accent?”

you couldn’t help but tear at up how adorable Youngjae’s accent was, it was clear he was trying his best

then the three evil kids showed up, hugging you tightly and literally carrying you through the airport until Mark sulked that he wanted to hold your hand, and they dropped you before staring around at them

“so much British!” Youngjae had squealed as you walked past an over priced souvenir store that was drowning in cheesy British souvenirs

Mark had just rolled his eyes as the boys all wandered inside, asking you how to say a multitude of different things

ranging from bus to telephone box to Big Ben

and everytime you said something they would start giggling because of the accent, before trying to say it themselves

and you best believe Jackson and Bambam were having the time of their lives

eventually Mark and you manoeuvred the boys out of the store and towards the mini-bus you had had to order because the seven boys were a large number as it was, and with them came countless amounts of luggage

you sat in the aisle seat with Mark at the window as you drove through London to the hotel the eight of you were staying at with the rest of your group

who were all fairly excited to meet the boys

despite none of them knowing a word of Korean

the boys were trying to read as many signs as possible as you drove past, giggling to themselves like the children they were

but Mark and you were lost in your own little world

catching up on two months of not seeing each other by somehow cuddling in the cramped mini-bus and sharing inside jokes

or blushing deeply when ever one of the boys would call you two out for sharing a kiss

eventually the bus arrived at the hotel and this meant that the boys were all super hyped for a day touring London

the seven of them, as usual, were dressed to impress

meaning that amongst the young in their track suits and the professionals in their suits, they stuck out like a sore thumb with their heavily influenced fashion sense

but you didn’t really mind because hanging out with got7 was destined to make you stand out anyway

the underground was quite the interesting experience

with you holding both Mark and Youngjae’s hand at the same time, whilst Mark kept his eyes on Bambam and Yugyeom who were sat at the window waving at the strangers on the platform

and you almost left Jackson on a train into the heart of the city

but you showed them the classic tourist spots

and took them to your favourite small restaurant in the city where you had taken Mark the first time he came home with you

the whole time you were attached to Mark

and no matter how much Youngjae would tug you to look at the big bridges dotted along the Thames, Mark refused to let go

not that you were complaining because time spent with Mark was the most important thing in the world to you

eventually the day came to a close and you were heading back to the hotel

the six younger boys were deciding to find somewhere to eat after you giving them a long list of recommendations all day

but Mark and you opted for your hotel room and room service instead

once the two of you got there it involved changing into lazy clothes and cuddling on the bed

looking out of the open hotel window and just watching the world go by

and chatting about nothing

with the occasional make out sessions here and there

and honestly it was the best thing

because it made the endless months apart worth waiting out

because then these stolen moments in time were even more special to you

the second day of the trip was spent travelling around the city still, but you had to leave the boys early to go and practise for your show tonight

you were so terrified for performing not only because it was a stadium tour

but it was the first time you were performing in front of Mark live and the thought of disappointing him was what urged you to push harder

the girl group you were in weren’t the initially thought pop group that had been assumed of you when you had started

but rather you wrote all of your songs yourselves, and produced them, chose the music video design and created the dances

and had a much more chill and laid back vibe to your music

which is why Mark had loved your group even more because it was totally his style of music

and your voice sent shivers down his spine every time he heard it

tonight the boys were sitting VIP for you, but in a separate sections to save the risk of any fans spotting them

you could just see the seven of them chatting from the side of the stage before you were going to perform

and this made you even more terrified than you thought possible

but here you were and there was no sending them back to Korea now

the tour kicked off amazingly well

and somehow you managed to get through the first half of the show without messing up any lyrics or choreography, and none of your members had started their usual rants which was a huge bonus

during the half time break fans were given a chance to grab drinks and such whilst you changed backstage

but before you could run back on stage Mark had tackled you in a huge hug and was kissing your cheeks with watery eyes

“I love my talented queen of a girlfriend”

“Mark stop you’ll make me cry on stage”

eventually the security guards had to lead Mark back to where he was supposed to be sitting because you had like thirty seconds to run back on stage

the second half of the concert as well was incredible

and the group finished on a high note with fans cheering for you incessantly

and to say that the concert went well would be an understatement

Mark and the boys somehow snuck backstage to meet you and were wrestling verbally with the security guards to let them stay

and you just rolled your eyes and asked if they could stay

so they were all cramped into your dressing room whilst you had your makeup removed, chatting excitedly about the performance

and whilst you had to go next door to change they were still heard through thick walls

and when you were finally released into the night Mark refused to leave your side all night

even more so than usual

keeping you on his lap in the hotel room and kissing your head softly as you were falling asleep, knowing that you’d now have a whole week of this tiredness

not that you minded because you would do anything for Mark

and his wild band members

even if they were nuisances most of the time and dedicated all their spare moments to mocking you for your accent and girl group performances

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oof idk if this is what you really wanted butttt it felt better to write it as a bullet list bc i could write a lot more if you know what i mean. however i hope you enjoy and i realise that i write so much for mark that it looks like he’s my actual bias rather than my biggest bias wrecker :)))))

requests are open <3

[marveloustimeruiningholidayhouse]

Hi guys I was wondering if you guys would proof read that I wrote. I just wanna hear some feed back on it it would mean a lot. I was inspired by the color red.

Prompt: How can the color of pain also be the color of happiness.

Red was the color of blood flowing rapidly out of her. The drunk driver seemed to come out of nowhere and hit the driver side of the car. Will made it out fine besides one cut on his forehead. His wife on the other hand is bleeding out in front of him and all he can do is watch and pray that someone, anyone would save her. Red was the color of the ambulance that arrived on the scene moments later. Paramedics hopped out of the vehicle rushing around shouting orders. Will didn’t pay any attention to them, he barely even looked up when one arrive to examine him. All he could do is stare at her the love of his life being absorbed in the scarlet color. Red was the color of the doctor’s tie who told him the news. At first Will hoped no prayed it was a joke; two hours ago all was fine, they were heading home from dinner singing along to songs from her favorite musical. Will wasn’t a fan but seeing her crimson color lips break into a smile when he tried to hold the famous long note of “Don’t Rain on My Parade” was worth it. Now the doctor told him his wife is dead, internal bleeding and a significant lose of blood. Will felt like he couldn’t breath. Red was the color of her nails when he held her hand for the last time. He was amazed how something that used to be so warm, so comforting at times were now cold and lifeless. How one second she was there and the next she wasn’t. Red was the color of the roses on top of her coffin. They popped against the dark wooden exterior. Looking at the garnish flowers Will internally rolled his eyes. “She would have hated these,” Will thought, “she always thought they were cheesy plus they reminded her of that stupid reality show.” The thought made him chuckle, it was the first time during this week long ordeal. He instantly felt guilty for the chuckle once he remembered exactly where he was. Red was the color of his scar. The sterile white bandage was removed a few days after the funeral. Everytime he even gets even the slightest glimpse of it his stomach turns. It’s a permanent reminder of that god awful night, of what he had and what he lost. Will didn’t leave the house much anymore but when he did people would stare. Little kids would point and mumble something about him looking like Harry Potter. Every single time this would happen he felt the urge to scream, to shout. How was any of this his fault he didn’t ask for the stupid thing on his head. He didn’t ask for his wife to die, he didn’t ask to be alone in life, he didn’t ask for every of this. Red was the color of his anger. It would manifest after long days at work. After the stares and the ‘are you okays?’. Will felt alone in this world and he hates it. His anger would take control and make him act like a completely different person. Someone that his wife Sara would have been fearful of. His fist would turn a almost pink color after he punched the nearest thing (mostly the walls). He would turn the only thing that would comfort him, alcohol. The rusty color of scotch would be downed in a matter of minutes; not even poured into a glass just straight from the bottle. The drunkenness would let him forget just for a little while, the drunkenness was the only thing that made his day okay. It was the only thing that would allow him to actually sleep at night. Red was the color of her dress. Most nights during his drunking slumbers his wife would appear. In them it was like nothing was separating them. In the dreams, she would wear her favorite dress, the one that she wore when she died. The dreams were magical to Will, he had his Sara again. They would go on spontaneous adventures, to Rome, to London, and even Toyoko. They would dance in an empty field of wildflowers. They would go to the old bookstore in town and just get lost in between the shelves. She would laugh, smile, sing, and simply talk to him. She did all the things he missed most. When he felt himself waking he would panic. He knew in the back of his head that he had to face the real world without her. He would savor those final moments his dream land. He would kiss her and tell her how much he loves her. When he wakes his eyes are often bloodshot from crying during the night. Red was the color of his sobriety pin; a gift from his sponsor after he finished AA. His life was a downward spiral for so long. He lost so much and couldn’t move forward. He was stuck in the past and no one could help him. He would avoid his family, he lost many friends, and got fired from work. He was truly lost with no way out. It wasn’t until his father admitted him into a rehab center that he realised what a complete and utter mess he was. He knew this was the life she would have never approved of. This wouldn’t be the life Sara would have wanted for him. She would have wanted him to seize the day, take the bull by the horns, and move forward. Will realized this after a month in rehab. He started AA and realized that many people were in the same boat as him; they were just lonely people in a world that dealt them a crap hand. The friendships he made during his time helped him feel less alone. Once his time was done he knew that his life would be better. Red was the color of her coat. It’s been three years since the accident, a year since rehab and Will felt like a new person. He moved to Boston and got a job in publishing something he always wanted to do but was to afraid to do before Sara’s death. Will was hurrying quickly down the sidewalk towards his office. He was late ( a habit that he can’t seem to quit) and the board meeting started in ten minutes. In one hand his old leather briefcase and in the other usual order from the coffeeshop by his apartment. He wasn’t paying any attention to his surroundings until he collided with someone. “I’m so sorry”, Will muttered while trying to free his hands to help the person up. “It’s no problem really”, a sweet voice uttered from below him. Once she was up and in front of him she brushed herself off. “I’m Ruby by the way.” Will could feel that his lucky finally turned around.