#i hope it’s clear rain is the third guy

[ironladders]

yeah

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 24

part 1 | part 23 | ao3

cw: alcohol, throwing up, brief reference to canonical character death

"Oh, my god!" Robin barks, nearly throwing herself off-balance again with the force of her laugh. "This is too good, man. You truly cannot escape your babysitting duties."

"Can I help you?" Max seethes.

Help him? Help him? "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" She gestures to the guy she's holding onto, some fluffy-haired kid with a cut-off vest covered in safety pins that Steve sort of vaguely recognizes as one of Eddie's friends. Oh, shit. Is Eddie here finally? Has he seen him?

"Wait, where's Lucas?" Steve asks.

"Who cares?" she bites back.

The guy gives a nervous chuckle and loosens his grip on her waist. "Uh-h. Did you say babysitter?"

"He's not actually, Jesus. I'm fourteen; I don't need a babysitter. And he was just leaving, anyway, right?"

Her glare feels like a slap. Girl's got daggers in her eyes, holy shit. It's like she's hoping some of El's powers magically transferred to her; like she's picturing him flying ten feet into the air and landing with a splat on the far side of the concrete, and he doesn't need this. He did not come out tonight to be bullied by a teenager. "Okay, that's it, I'm taking—"

"—me to the punch bowl!" Robin interrupts, putting her hands on Steve's chest to stop him from grabbing Max and hauling her back to the car.

"Robin, what—?"

"Yep!" She shoves him hard, pushing him to the edge of the dance floor. "Silly me, just dying of thirst, ha ha. Okay, cool, see you both later!"

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"What the hell was that?" Steve demands when they're safely on the far side of the pavilion.

"An intervention."

Oh, my god. May he never hear the word 'intervention' again in his life.

"Un-ruffle your Mother Hen feathers for two seconds and think, would you? One: it would look really, really, seriously weird for you to be seen dragging a dead jock's kid sister kicking and screaming to your car."

A dead jock’s kid sister. Jesus, tipsy Robin has no tact.

"Two: you said we were going to go out and have fun and get, and I quote, 'very drunk.' Take your babysitter hat off for one night. She's a high schooler, and this is a high school party."

"Yeah, I know," he sulks. Doesn't need the reminder that he's technically past the age limit.

"Okay, so then let her have fun! It's not like you weren't out drinking and smoking by her age."

'I'm always so right about everything. I'm, like, cosmically correct.' Goddammit. Steve needs another drink. "I just don't want her to do anything dumb and get hurt."

"She won't. We can just, like, keep an eye on her from a distance, right? Let her come to us if she needs anything."

"So we should just act like your parents?" Steve snorts.

"My parents are amazing, thank you!"

"Your mom offered me mushroom tea once."

"Like I said: amazing."

Steve huffs a laugh, flips his hair out of his eyes and snags a handful of tortilla chips. "Okay," he says around a crunchy bite, "so what's the third thing?"

"Third thing?" Robin asks. She’s not even looking at him anymore, her eyes eager and distracted as she scans the crowd.

"You're biting your lip weird, there's clearly a third thing."

She turns to him, and the smile springs free from its containment, spreading all over her flushed, ecstatic face. "Vickie just showed up."

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Steve’s hammered.

Whoops.

Didn’t mean to do it; feels a little bad about it as he tips his head up to the sky and all the stars go raining in bright streaks across his vision. Reminds him of the ceiling at Starcourt, nauseous and spinning under a swirl of bright fluorescence. He hopes Rob’s flirting is going well.

He meant to get politely drunk.

A socially appropriate amount.

But then Robin ran off to flirt with Vickie, and Steve was doing his best to just lay low, steer clear of Max and maybe find a way to casually run into Eddie if he could find him, when he spotted the girl he went on that disaster of a date with instead and realized his options were either: stay there by the beer coolers while she came over with her new date and subjected him to the most painful small talk of his life, or retreat to the dark edges of the party with as much booze as he could carry, so.

He's slumped on top of a picnic bench downwind of the bonfire, bad ear ringing, belly full to bursting, trying to remember when one beer became… more than one beer.

Five?

Six, maybe?

Fuck.

“‘M gonna puke,” he confesses to the splintered wood beneath his feet; to the pine bough overhead, the smoky fire at his back.

“Wow,” someone says, an amused lilt to their tone, and Steve knows that voice, he—

Oh, no.

Ohhhh, no.

Now? Really?

Steve whips his head around, opens his mouth to ask ‘Eddie?’ and barfs all over his shoes.

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part 25

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[h0ck3yl0v3r]

sparks fly

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lh43 x childhood!bestfriend

warnings: none?!?!

she missed him, and he missed her. with hockey season starting he was a mess. they had gotten paired together for a project in their english class. it was awkward, none of them knowing what to say.

The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm

And I'm a house of cards

they sat in class trying to figure out the topic they should research about. still no words spoken, luke couldn’t help but admire her as she worked. the way her hair kept falling in front of her face, and how she bit the top of her pen from nerves, and the way her eyes were so beautiful.

And you stood there in front of me

Just close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't see

What I was thinking of

after an hour right before class ended, the two finally found a topic to research on. they settled on how miscommunication can affect ones life. ironic isnt it he thought.

“hey y/n” luke said trying to catch up the girl in a hurry to get back to her dorm.

“what do you want luke.” she said turning to look at the youngest hughes.

“i was wondering if maybe you’d wanna meet after my game, you don’t have to go to it but i figured itd be best if we talk and clear the air since we got paired together.” he said in one breath looking down at her looking for a response.

“okay.” thats all she said. “okay, ill text you after the game, bye y/n.” he said softly, “bye luke” she whispered softly watching him leave.

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain

tonight was a big game, the game against msu. yost was packed, luke was in the locker rooms trying to prepare himself for the game but all he could think about was the one girl who truly made him happy that he hurt. as for her, she was finding her way through yost being dragged out of her dorm by her roommate who was dating one of the players.

as the team skated out for warm ups all the girl could think about was when she’d always attend lukes games, how cute he was in his element, how passionate and focused he is once he hits the ice. she couldnt help but notice how the lighting brought out his green eyes, and how his small smile still has a hold on her.

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

the game ended well, umich winning and luke scoring a hat trick, during his third goal in the third period he finally saw you, pointing at you during his celly. your heart melted at that, almost forgetting entirely about why you were mad at him.

My mind forgets to remind me

You're a bad idea

luke quickly finished changing back into his normal attire as you waited for him outside the locker rooms.

once he came out he gave you a small smile which you did the same back.

“care to go for a little walk m’lady?” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh and nod.

you guys walked in a comfortable silence before taking a break on a bench near his dorm.

“congrats by the way, you did amazing tonight.” you said looking up at him a d he smiled whispering a soft thank you.

“i know i said i wanted to talk to clear the air because of the project but it’s more than that.” he said and you nodded for him to continue “im sorry for everything, truly. i miss you so much it physically hurts and i know its not fair the way i treated you, i don’t expect you to forgive me but i just want you to hear my side of the story. i pushed you away because i thought you deserved someone better, someone who could be there all the time, and to have someone you wont have to worry about having to leave one day and do long distance. but in reality i did it to protect myself, because im in love with you, and i didnt want to have to face losing my best friend, or the heartbreak of when i have to leave for the pro’s but i realize now all i want is you, my whole life, its been you.” his voice cracking and leg bouncing from anxiety. you placed your hand on his knee softly rubbing it to comfort him. “lu, i thought you didn’t like me because you became so distant and went after so many other girls, so i never said anything to protect myself, i was so in love with you, the night i left i had cried to quinny, i thought i never had a chance so i pushed myself away too. but im still so in love with you, no matter how much i try to push it away” you said softly as he cupped your face caressing it softly, “i thought you knew, i gave so many hints” and you looked at him confused, “remember all times in high school when guys tried to hit on you and i immediately scared him away, or whenever id call you after a bad game, or when all i ever wanted was to be with you so i came over for like three days, holding your hand or cuddling watching movies that it came to a point my mom had to drag me back home. i thought you knew.” he said tears now falling softly down both of your faces. “im so sorry lu, i never picked up on any of that, i thought it was just because we were best friends.” he wiped your tears away “we were always more than best friends, so much for miscommunication huh? we better get an A on that project” he joked and you couldn’t help but crack a smile and laugh. and as the clouds began crying too, for the first time luke hughes kissed you. the most soft passionate kiss ever. “i love you.” he said pulling away resting his forehead on yours “i love you luke hughes.”

And the sparks fly

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[waechan]

meeting jeno for the first time (in the rain)

pairing: jeno lee x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

wc: 551

notes: third part to my meeting nct dream for the first time! you guys have been really liking this series, ty for all the love<3

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you just wanted to go home.

you were freezing, slightly wet, and barely covered by your tiny umbrella. you had just attended a job interview that you had totally bombed (and not in a good way).

standing on the curb of the street, kind of in the middle of nowhere, you sigh as you wait at the bus stop for the bus to come and take you back to your warm, soft, cozy bed.

water was hitting your face in light sprinkles, and your long slacks were soaked at the bottom.

you hated adulthood.

squatting at the curb to rest your legs, you let out a groan.

"ugh." you complain as your knuckles tighten around the hook of the umbrella, frustrated at the world.

"you okay over there?"

you hear this to the right of you, and you turn as you see a man standing there, then moving over to squat right down next to you.

there was something about him that made you much calmer inside. he looked like a naturally happy, positive guy. and boy, was he cute, but now was not the time.

you push the thoughts away, and blush in immediate embarrassment as you nod, looking down at the floor in front of you.

"i'm just really tired. had a bad day, is all." you admit as you let out a chuckle.

"ah, i see." he says as he nods. he smiles at you though, and you can't help but smile back. his eyes would crinkle into crescents, and it really wasn't like anything you had seen before. "are you headed home?"

you nod. "yes, just waiting for the bus."

he tilts his head in confusion.

"um, the bus?"

"yeah, isn't it coming in about 5 minutes? route 37, right?" your eyes widen as you put your hand up. "no, no, don't tell me-"

his eyes widen a bit. "oh! well um, it doesn't- function of saturdays..."

your heart drops and you feel it clench in immediate frustration.

"oh god." you grumble as your grip on your umbrella loosens, and it drops beside you. you let out yet another groan, not even bothering to pick it back up. "why does shit like this always happen to me."

you try to play it off as a joke, but it doesn't deliver like you wanted it to at all. tears start to prickle at your eyes, but the soft rain sort of helps you feel better.

his gaze softens, and he raises his umbrella, putting it over you to try to help. you shake your head.

"it's okay, i actually like the rain. helps clear my thoughts." you mumble into your arms as you rest your head against them.

you hear rustling beside you, and you look up as you see him closing his own umbrella, and letting the rain hit him, his shirt getting darker with each raindrop.

concern flashes over your face, and you touch his arm gently. "what are you doing? you're gonna get sick!"

he chuckles as he shrugs.

"it's alright, i like the rain too."

he reaches out and brushes a strand of wet hair out of your face, scanning your face to make sure you were okay.

"i'm jeno, and i know we just met, but...trust me to let me take you home?"

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i hope this came off as cute! idk i just see jeno as a really pure and kind soul

[ssturniolo]

Hopeless

||pt.2||

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Chris x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - Chris comforts you in a time of need, but misses his chance to share his feelings.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - swearing, crying, I hope that’s it :)

𝔞/𝔫 - I’m so sorry I haven’t been posting, I found my boyfriend of 2 years cheating so that was fun. Anyways, I’ll make a pt.2 at some point I hope you like it ! :)

Well this is definitely not how you planned your night to go. After finding your boyfriend of six months tongue-to-tongue with another girl, you had decided to make a surprise visit to the triplets house.

Which leads to now. Standing on the triplets front porch, face red and puffy from crying, in the rain. The fucking rain.

After knocking for the third time, you hear someone fiddling with the lock before the door opens to reveal Chris.

Seeing your distressed state, he immediately ushers you inside.

Shutting the door behind you, he turns around, cupping your cheek in his hand.

“What happened y/n?” He asks, his voice laced with concern.

Unable to answer, you wrap your arms around his middle, pressing your wet body against his. You bury your face into his neck, letting out uncontrollable sobs.

“Why am I so unlovable?” You choke out in between sobs.

“What did he do to you?” Chris asks. You can hear the anger in his voice. Chris has never liked your boyfriend, well… he’s never liked any of your boyfriends for a reason even you don’t know. But he’s always been right.

Still sobbing, your afraid to answer, embarrassed that this happened. Again.

Knowing your not ready to answer, Chris takes your hand leading you to his room.

“Why don’t you shower and then we can talk. Or do whatever if your not ready” Chris suggests, already handing you pj pants and a fresh love hoodie. You nod your head, making your way to the bathroom to start the shower.

You make sure to do every step slowly and carefully, dreading the moment you have to walk out and face Chris. This isn’t the first time one of your boyfriends has cheated on you, and Chris has helped and comforted you every. Single. Time. But he’s also made sure that you knew he was right about them every. Single. Time.

Exiting the bathroom, you join Chris on his bed. Leaning your head on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you, you take a shaky breath, eyes already welling up with tears.

“H-he cheated on me” you whisper, barely audible.

Chris’s whole body tenses as he perks up from his previously calm state.

“He did what?” His voice a low, angry growl.

“I saw him making out with some girl” you say, tears once again streaming down your face.

“Oh y/n” he starts, pulling you onto his lap to wrap you into a tight hug. “He’s a dick, he never deserved you.”

“I’m hopeless, every guy I’ve ever dated has cheated on me” you cry, sobbing into his shoulder.

Pulling away slightly so he can meet your eyes, he clears his throat, making sure you know he’s being serious.

“You are NOT hopeless y/n. There is someone out there who will treat you right and love you unconditionally” he says, looking you directly in the eyes.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but must’ve decided against it when he just closes it again.

“Can I stay the night” you ask hesitantly, sniffling quietly.

“Of course” he responds, lying down with you still in his arms.

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Pt.2 ?

XOXO - Zoe

[lotusflqwer]

Sick

a/n: hi guys! This is a Lu Time sickfic! I’m really proud how this fic turned out and I hope yall like it!

Summary: Time hides that he's feeling sick and experiences self-doubt in his leadership

Word count: 3.6K

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Time stared into fire, absentmindedly messing with the buckle on his leather glove. He had taken the second shift of the night, and it was almost over.

He shifted and sat back on his hands; looking up at the stars in the sky. The last few minutes of his watch went by agonizingly slow. He thought about the last few days being filled with nothing but rain, and how much it slowed the group down. They could’ve been at the village Wild knew of by now. 

Time sighed. There was no use fretting over something he couldn’t control. If it didn’t rain tomorrow, they’d make it to the village late in the afternoon. They needed to restock on potions and supplies.

Time noticed the crescent moon hung high in the starry sky. That was a sign that his watch was over. He got up lazily, his muscles aching slightly. He quietly made his way over to Twilight to wake him up for the third watch.

Time placed his hand on the younger man’s shoulder and gently shook him awake. Twilight turned to lay on his back and squinted at Time. He sat up and tried to rub the sleepiness from his eyes.

“Your turn,” Time whispered as he stood up.

“How’d your watch go?” Twilight sleepily asked. He rose to his feet and ran his fingers through his dirty-blonde hair.

“Uneventful.” Time felt a sharp pain in his throat when he talked. He paid no mind to it, thinking it was from the campfire’s smoke. He cleared his throat and started to take off his leather gloves.

Twilight hummed in response and patted Time’s shoulder before making his way to sit by the dying fire. Time set his gilded blade next to his biggeron sword and laid down in his bedroll. He felt more exhausted than usual, but figured he would feel better with some rest.

Time let out a deep sigh as the sounds of the forest lulled him to sleep.

Time was awoken by the smell of breakfast. The sun was peeking over the horizon. Most of the chain were starting to wake up and packing their things. They needed to get to the village today.

Time tried to get up, but the light from the sunrise was making his head throb and his throat stung. He felt worse than before he went to sleep. He put his arm over his eyes trying to block the sunlight.

“You okay?” Sky’s voice sounded hesitant. Time lifted his arm and saw Sky tilting his head and looking at him with eyes full of concern.

“Yeah,” he rasped, “just didn’t sleep well. But I'm okay” Time fought a cough from escaping his chest when he sat up.

Sky looked at the elder hero and didn’t believe him. Time’s eyelids were droopy, he looked pale, and his frown was more downturned than usual.

Before Sky could open his mouth, Warriors was urging everyone to grab their breakfast and eat it quickly. “The quicker we start moving, the quicker we make it to town,” Warriors repeated. 

Soon everyone was finished packing and eating a bowl of berry oatmeal. Sky sat next to Warriors. “I don’t think the old man feels well,” Sky whispered, looking in Time’s direction. Warriors drew his attention to the older man. He noted Time wasn’t eating and looked incredibly ill.

“Knowing him, he would deny he was even getting sick,” Warriors sighed. “Yeah…that’s what he told me,” Sky said in between mouthfuls of oatmeal. He swallowed. “Should we talk to him?” 

“I doubt that would do anything,” Warriors stirred the oatmeal in his bowl, “but we can let him know if he needs a break during the march, all he has to do is say so.”

“We all know he won’t.” Sky exaggeratedly sighed, making the captain chuckle.

The group had finished eating and were putting on their armor and strapping their swords to their backs. Warriors went up to Time who was putting his pauldrons over his shoulders.

“Hey old man, just wanted to check if you’re doing alright,” Warriors began as he patted Time’s back. He raised an eyebrow at Warriors and bent down to reach his red straps for his armor. He cleared his throat before speaking. “I’m fine,” Time’s voice was raspy and low.

Warriors crossed his arms. “Sure…” He moved in front of Time. “Listen, if you need a break while we’re-“

“I won’t need one,” Time interrupted harshly, glaring at Warriors. He sighed and grabbed his belt. “Sorry…I’m fine, alright? You don’t have to worry about me. Besides, we have to make it to the village today.” 

Warriors saw through Time’s lie, but he had little hope that continuing the conversation would do anything. He sighed and adjusted his scarf. “Right…let’s get moving then. I’ll take the lead,” Warriors left no room for Time to disagree and left to gather the rest of the boys.

Time pulled his armor on with a glower. It felt like Warriors replaced him so easily. He ignored that feeling and went to join the others.

The chain had started walking through the forest. Time tried to keep his head high to convince himself he felt fine because he obviously did. He tried to ignore how heavy his armor felt or the intense pain in his head or how loudly the others were talking. He just had to keep walking.

By midday, the summer sun beat down on the chain as they kept walking. Everyone was eating their small lunch of fruit. The boys were in good spirits, talking amongst themselves.

However, no one dared to comment how Time was simultaneously shivering and sweating. His bones ached, and his headache was making his vision blurry. But he had to keep going, they had to make it to the village today, they were so close.

Time grew anxious thinking about how much time the group had lost because of past weather, and they weren’t even close to finding the dark lizalfos or another portal. The monster attacks have only gotten more frequent and this whole journey seemed like it was going nowhere. It seemed like every direction he led his boys in was the wrong one. Thank the goddesses Warriors decided they needed to find a village. But why couldn’t Time have thought of that? It was something so simple and he just didn’t-

He sighed with a scowl and pushed those thoughts away. He knew Warriors was doing what was best for the boys. He just had to keep walking.

Time huffed as he trailed behind the others. His congestion made his breaths ragged, but he was fine. He would make it to the village and then he could rest. He would show Warriors that he didn’t need a damn break.

The others started to notice how difficult it was for Time to keep up. Wind and Twilight slowed down to walk beside the older man. The two exchanged worried looks with each other. It seemed like Time didn’t notice their presence. He was too focused on walking and breathing.

The worn trail started to go over a hill. Time’s body kept rocking back and forth, wanting to fall as he trudged uphill. He started using the trees as support to walk. He could feel his body grow weaker with each step he took. The chain made it to the top when his foot slipped over a tree root. He fell to one knee, hand over his chest as he coughed and tried to get up. Wind and Twilight were quick to help him. 

“Alright, we’ll take a breather here.” Warriors announced as Time got to his feet. Time shook his head and slightly leaned onto Twilight, “I don’t need a break Captain I’m-“

“You are not fine!” Warriors cut in, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re unwell and need a break, especially since we have no potions for you. I will not let you continue in this state. We’ll make camp here if we have to,” Warriors sharply regarded, trying to get through Time’s stubborn behavior.

“I said I’m fine, so I’m fine. I can make it to the village, there’s no need for a respite,” Time’s voice was firm as he waved his hand dismissively to Warriors. The pain in his throat made it unbearable to speak, but there wasn’t any need for a break. He knew his boys weren’t tired, and they needed supplies before they got attacked again. He would not be the one to slow them down.

“I think you should listen to the cap’in,” Twilight whispered to Time as he helped his ancestor stay upright.

Time pulled away from Twilight’s grasp and wiped the sweat off his forehead. “We’re moving,” He commanded and quickly stormed ahead of the others with his hands clenched into fists. The chain exchanged glances with each other. Warriors strode after him, planning to stop him and force him to sit down.

Time ignored Warriors’ yells for him to stop. Why couldn’t they understand he could handle this? Why were they listening to Warriors and staying put?

A strong chill ran up Time’s spine, making him stop. His hand went to his chest plate as he became overly aware how hot the sun was against him and how weak his body felt. His vision began to tunnel and his legs felt numb. 

Warriors noticed Time began to sway after he abruptly stopped. He desperately ran up to the older hero, hoping to break his fall.

Time collapsed to his side and hit his head on the ground before Warriors could catch him. Warriors quickly kneeled down, unstrapped Time’s swords, and turned him to lay on his back. He placed his hand on Time’s forehead. He was burning up. Warriors instantly started to unbuckle the many layers of armor Time wore.

The rest of the group caught up with the two men. Wild hastily pulled some ice jellies from his slate and placed them on the older man’s forehead. Warriors managed to undress Time down to his beige tunic and black undergarments.

“Is he going to be okay?” Wind fiddled with his hands as he chewed his lip. Everyone waited what seemed like hours for Warriors’ answer. Time was shivering and that hit on his head definitely caused a concussion.

“He’ll be okay,” Warriors finally answered, hiding any uncertainty in his voice, “but we should give him some space. We’re stopping here, so everyone can rest for now.” 

The chain slowly scattered and Warriors stayed by Time’s side. Twilight lingered, sitting near Time’s legs. He didn’t want to leave his predecessor.

Warriors glanced up at the other hero. Twilight kept readjusting his bright orange sash around his waist. 

“Twi,” the rancher tensed hearing Wars’ voice, “he’ll be okay.”

“I know it’s just,” Twilight paused and let out a deep sigh, “I wanna say I hate when he hides stuff like this but…that’d just make me a hypocrite.” Twilight smiled ruefully.

Warriors let out a small chuckle. “I've hidden being sick before…but I know my limits,” he whispered as he gently ran his fingers through Time’s hair. He recalled the many times during the war when he didn’t have a choice but to keep fighting when he felt sick. Because of that, Warriors would hide the fact that he even felt unwell. He always hoped those around him wouldn’t adopt that habit from him, especially his brothers.

“Sure you do,” Twilight playfully rolled his eyes and he relaxed somewhat. He glanced down at Time with a slight frown. The seconds that passed by felt like eternity.

Time groaned and slowly shifted, seeming to come back from his unconsciousness. His eye was half lidded as he looked at Warriors; Twilight straightened and moved closer to the older hero. “Malon…” Time croaked as he curled his fingers on Warriors’ dangling scarf.

“Malon’s not here…” Warriors’ voice trailed off. Was Time hallucinating Malon’s presence? “How do you feel?” He whispered hesitantly. Warriors felt uneasy as he studied the older man’s face. He was reminded of the little boy Time used to be during the war. The captain moved his gaze up to Twilight, whose eyes were scanning Time with worry.

“So bad…” Time muttered as his grip tightened. His mouth felt dry and the ground seemed like it was spinning from under him. He squeezed his eye shut. “I can’t let the boys see me like this,” Time struggled to speak, “I want to go home. Malon, I can’t do this.”

“Can’t do what?” Twilight was quick to ask. Time slowly shook his head, tears were pooling under his eyelids. The pain in his body was unbearable. 

“I’m unfit to lead my boys. Every decision I make, it’s the wrong one,” Time began in a whisper.

Warriors managed to gently release Time’s grip on his scarf. He sandwiched the trembling hand in between his own.

“I feel like I’m leading them to an early death…having to-“ Time winced as a shiver ran through him. “Having to act like I know what I’m doing. I’m terrified of making a mistake, but that’s all I do,” he paused and took a deep breath. “Maybe if the captain was in charge, the boys would be better off,” Time confessed before coughs ripped through him, making his head throb.

Warriors was speechless at what he heard and Twilight furrowed his brows. Time’s breathing evened out as he fell asleep. He was exhausted by the constant strain his body has been in.

Warriors placed Time’s hand on the ground and sighed. He never knew Time felt that way. Never knew how much self doubt the eldest hero had in his abilities. 

Warriors just couldn’t wrap his head around it. Time is a great leader to them. There have been countless moments where his quick decision making saved their lives during battle. He’s also a great brother and friend. Warriors knew all the other heroes looked up to Time.

Warriors glanced at Twilight and then to the sky. Dark clouds could be seen in the distance headed their way. It would be dangerous if they were caught in the storm.

“We have to go,” Warriors stated as he stood up. He looked down at the two heroes. “I know we shouldn’t move him, but we don’t have better options. Can you carry him?” Warriors glanced at Twilight and then back up to the clouds. He briefly wondered if his captaincy is what made Time insecure of his own.

“I can,” Twilight replied, still looking at Time’s sleeping form. He was sweating again and shaking slightly; his face was in a scowl and his body was tense.

Twilight’s voice brought the captain back from his thoughts. “I’ll gather the others,” Warriors cleared his throat. “We cannot get stuck in the storm,” he cautioned. Twilight nodded and Warriors quickly left.

Twilight slowly shook Time‘s shoulder. “Old man…can you stand for me?” He whispered. Time‘s good eye fluttered open, he looked dazed and confused. Twilight carefully hooked his arms under his ancestor and lifted him to his feet. Time leaned on a nearby tree to stay upright, a small whimper escaped his lips. 

Twilight bent down and carefully slid Time onto his back. Time loosely circled his arms around the rancher’s neck. Twilight wrapped his arms around the older man’s legs, making sure he had a secure grip on them. Time groaned and rested his head on Twilight’s shoulder. There was a sharp pain on the side of his head.

Twilight was relieved he could carry Time so easily. Carrying a grown man was no different than carrying the livestock back home. Yet the rancher wished he was carrying a goat instead of his ancestor.

Twilight began walking to the others, carrying Time securely on his back. Each of the boys grabbed Time’s equipment and began traveling behind Warriors, hoping they’d get to the village before the storm.

The group was silent. A gust of air made leaves rustle around them. Thunder could be heard in the distance and the smell of rain only grew stronger.

Time woke up with a start and immediately regretted lifting his head too fast. He pursed his lips and slowly laid back down on the soft bed. The gentle sounds of rain hitting a window filled the room. He looked around. It seemed he was resting at an inn. He couldn’t remember how he got there.

He groaned as a shiver ran through him. He pulled the blankets over him but stopped. The boys. Where were they? If he was resting here that had to mean they were safe, right? He had to check up on them. Just to make sure they were all right.

Time tried to push himself up, but his body ached and he felt lightheaded. He reluctantly slumped down on the bed. He ran his fingers through his hair, irritated that he couldn’t get up. Time flinched when his fingers passed through the side of his head. How did he get hurt there?

There was a soft knock on the door before it slowly opened. Warriors walked in with a cup of water and a red potion. He wasn’t wearing his scarf or his chainmail. He quietly set down the things on the nightstand and turned to Time.

“You’re awake,” Warriors was a bit surprised. He placed his hand on Time’s forehead. He was still warm. “Do you feel any better?” Warriors whispered.

Time opened his mouth to say something, but his sore throat prevented him. He simply shook his head and let out a deep sigh.

“Do you remember how you got here?” Warriors asked as he pulled up a chair next to the bed. Once again Time shook his head.

“You fainted and got a mild concussion. Thankfully nothing too serious, but the rancher had to carry you here,” Warriors explained. “You still have a fever though. I was waiting for you to wake up to drink a potion. Here let’s get you propped up,” he continued.

Warriors helped Time sit up halfway and brought the potion to his lips. Time lifted his chin and drank the warm liquid. He took a few sips before turning his head. His throat didn’t sting as much and his dizziness dulled, but his body still ached.

“Thank you,” Time mumbled. Warriors helped him back down onto the bed and placed the potion on the night table. 

“It’s a shame a red potion doesn’t do much for sicknesses,” Warriors commented with a small smile, leaning back onto the chair. Time just hummed in response. He didn’t want to look at Warriors. He felt embarrassed that he was proved wrong about not needing a break. It was like he showed everyone he couldn’t take care of himself let alone a group of eight people.

Warriors sighed. He knew why Time wasn’t looking at him. He had so much to say to his little brother, but he didn’t know where to start. He’s never been good at talking about one’s feelings. This was more Twilight’s department, but Warriors wanted Time to see how much he cared about him.

“Sprite…” Warriors gingerly rubbed Time’s arm. “You gave us quite a scare, you know,” Warriors chuckled lightly and shook his head. He gave Time’s shoulder a little squeeze. “It felt…off that you weren’t really there with us. Everyone was so worried.” Warriors paused, trying to find the right words.

“No one needs to worry about me,” Time began, now being able to talk. “I could’ve handled it. I'm used to doing things myself.” 

“You don’t have to do it all by yourself anymore,” Warriors said. “You have us. You can count on us.”

“I can't,” Time whispered.

“Why not?” Warriors let go of Time’s shoulder.

“Because everyone counts on me,” Time looked frustrated. He sighed and rubbed his face. “What good is a team if their leader can’t handle anything? You of all people should know that.”

“I might be a captain but that doesn’t mean I know everything.”

“No, but it means you know how to lead,” Time bit back a cough, “I’ve never traveled with more than two people and now I have to lead eight young men? I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Warriors paused and shifted in his seat. “I think you’ve done a great job leading us,” He began softly, “Hylia knows it’s not easy to lead a group…but you don’t have to do it alone.”

“You’re going to help me?” Time questioned.

Warriors nodded. “You’re my brother, we’re supposed to help each other,” Warriors placed his hand on top of Time’s. “And I couldn’t imagine this group of heroes without you.” Warriors tilted his head as he smiled.

Time looked up at his big brother. His eyes were watery and he gave a small smile. “I’m sorry for all this. I know you only meant well by leading the others.” Time looked sheepish.

“You don’t have to apologize. We can lead them together now,” Warriors retreated his hand and stood up, “But right now you’re still sick, so continue resting and I’ll check up on you later.”

Time chuckled and nodded. Warriors made his way to the door. “I’ll tell the others you're doing better.” He said before he left and closed the door softly.

Time let out a relieved sigh. He was grateful to have someone like Warriors. He was grateful for all his boys.

The soft taps of rain against the window made Time relax. He pulled the blanket over himself. They were all safe, and he wasn’t alone anymore.

[iaminfourthwing]

The Generals Daughter

a/n: finally the first chapter is here and the next one is almost ready for upload. I apologize in advantage, because I am still a bloody beginner in terms of writing. still, enjoy!

Chapter I

Conscription day will forever be one of the deadliest every year, right before Threshing. Ever since the first time I witnessed this from afar I hate it with all my heart. All year I have the same “privilege”, how my father would call it, to watch the candidates, that passed the entrance exam six month prior, fall to their death. And those who survive the Parapet either graduate or going to get killed – due to other cadets or dragons. One wrong move and all you will be is dead meat.

Today is possibly my last day on earth. I have to cross the Parapet myself to get into the Riders Quadrant but according to the General, I will just do fine – I am a Melgren and I have ten years of training in my bones after all. I am still not so sure about this, but I have no say in this. Not anymore.

Somewhere in between these masses of candidates must be a certain other general daughter and I really fucking hope she survives this. Even though she doesn't look like she could kill a fly, I believe wholeheartedly in her. She is strong and if someone can do this, it's her, even if she doesn't knows it yet. I tried to talk to her mother but she wouldn't budge, nothing would change her mind. Even Mira tried it more than once and if the General isn't listening to her, then she won't listen to anyone.

The orders from my father five days ago were clear – wait till the end, when everyone else is done, then I'll cross the Parapet alone. On the other side at the entrance to the quadrant will wait a third year that'll bring me to formation into the Dragon Rotunda. Commandant Panchek is informed that I'll join the Quadrant and which wing.

And with that I am waiting, and waiting, and waiting.

I have a good spot to observe these kids, trying to survive this death trail and see some of them already fall. I don't understand how some of them want to become a rider after all. So many of them volunteer to join the quadrant while others don't have a choice, like me. Malek lingers at every possible corner and no one is safe from him. Having a dragon might be “thrilling”, how many officers describe it, but till you possibly get to this point you could be dead, or worse.

These dragons are terrifying, like that beast of a dragon my father bonded all those years ago, long before I was born.

The weather isn't in anyone’s favor today – the storm took a turn at some point. Even though the sunrise was beautiful, it left a bitter aftertaste as the dark clouds covered the sky. For some of them it was their last sunrise ever.

It's been more than two hours since the first one entered the Parapet and there aren't many candidates left. I make out a figure striking over the stones like they own this place and – did they just threw another candidate down?!

My heart starts racing, my breathing becomes uneven, and I feel like I'm having a panic attack. Shit, now?!

`Take a deep breath, Arya. You`ll do this alone, no one can throw you down and no one will interrupt you.’

I just really hope I`ll never have to meet this asshole. I may look tough and have more fighting experience than others, but those people are unpredictable. And I certainly don`t have my father’s signet to see if I could win a fight against him, so I really want to avoid this guy.

A knock on the door interrupts my train of thoughts and when I turn, one of the officers from infantry stands at the door. “It's time” is the only thing he says. Shit.

Around fifteen minutes later I find myself lingering at the edge of the Parapet. No one else is around, the officer walked away the moment, I stepped foot into the tower.

Only a few centimeters separate me and the abyss. Just a few centimeters left and then I'll be out in the open while the rain thankfully eases into a slight drizzle.

`Okay Arya – you`ve got this. Take a deep breath – and step forward.’

Well … it takes me about three minutes, with stumbling and cursing the shit out of every person that crosses my mind, to reach the other side and I am nearing the entry to the famous Riders Quadrant. Just like father told me, a third year is already waiting for me, looking annoyed. But it's not like he can disobey a direct order from above. “Finally, they are about to start” he grumbles. Hello to you too, grumpy, but I know better than to aggravate him, since he has a dragon that could incinerate me before I even have the chance to hide.

We make our way through the empty corridors of the college while I try to sort my thoughts. I really survived the Parapet and now I am allowed to call myself a cadet. Still alive and can't fucking believe I am now part of this hellhole. I already imagine the way the General will stand in his office and rant about how it was predictable that I would succeed. “She is a Melgren after all and it would have been a waste of time if she didn't survived.”

Faint voices in the distance interrupt my thoughts, which get louder with every step we take but before we can even walk out into the biggest courtyard one has ever seen, the chattering grows quiet.

“Three hundred and one of you have survived the Parapet to become-“

The third year, I have yet to know his name, and I interrupt Commandant Panchek, who stands on the dais in front of the cadets.

“I apologize, Commandant, but it's three hundred and two.”

There is a heavy silence that spreads over the rotunda. I stand behind the tall rider, most of the curious glances immediately find him, only a few of them spot me behind. Great.

[twisted-writing]

House of L/N

For Anonymous

Who asked: -How would they React to MC have powerful Magic

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POV: Third person

Characters:Male!reader, NRC characters (Epel, Ace, Jack, Deuce and Divus Crewel)

Word Count: 706

Note: please let me know if you guys like the first scenario or even if you hate it.

Note 2: this didn’t exactly come out as requested but I hope you all enjoy it anyway.

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Y/N opened his bag and with a wave of his pen, his papers and books were shrunk down and marched into his bag, in alphabetical order. He smiled. His things were nice and orderly. Just like how he liked them. Closing his bag, he finally looked up to see that his fellow first years were gaping at him in surprise. Ace, especially.

“What? You’re acting like you’ve never seen anyone organize their school things.”

“Not like that!”

“How did you do that?!”

“Teach me!”

Epel, Deuce, and Ace, especially Ace, got into Y/N’s personal space, causing him to back up.

“I think what they mean is, they were wondering what spell you just used and if you could show us how to do it.” Jack saved him, making the other three boys back up, once they realized how close they had been to Y/N’s personal space.

They had the decency to look somewhat sheepish and apologize.

“Well. It was my father who taught me how to do it.” Y/N began to explain as he closed his schoolbag and secured the strap for it. “He keeps things organized, which is to be expected, given how much paperwork he has to go through daily for the businesses he owns.” Professor Trein’s lesson had just ended and it was time for lunch.

“He wouldn’t mind if you showed us how to do it, would he?” It was Deuce who asked, as they exited the classroom and stepped out into the hallway, and began their way to the cafeteria.

“No.” Y/N thought of his father, who the public knew as a stern, ice cold businessman, but within the walls of their home, who would shower his mother and sister with all of the love and affection that they could ask for and the way careful way he would guide him whenever they would practice something new, taking safety precautions so as to not endanger themselves. “I don’t think he would mind at all.”

“Great!” It was hard to tell who was the most excited, Epel or Ace.

“Come by my dorm after school, I’ll show you how to do it then.”

They all promised to be there.

~•~

Y/N found himself standing in front of a tree that was almost dead in the botanical garden. It had been a tree that bore exotic fruit and flowers which had been used for brewing potions, and not only that…

“Can you fix it?”

“It’s our home!”

“Please do your best!”

…It was also home to the faeries that resided in the botanical garden.

Honestly, this wasn’t how he managed his Saturday going.

“Alright.” But it was Professor Crewel who had asked him and had promised to give him extra credit points on the next assignment. Y/N didn’t want to disappoint him. “Leave it to me.” And he didn’t want to disappoint the faeries who were looking at him with such hopeful expressions.

And if Y/N didn’t leave until the sun was beginning to set? Well, that wasn’t anyone’s business.

And if he also woke up to a basket full of exotic fruit on the nightstand next to bed the next morning as a thank you? That was for him to know and for no one else to figure out.

~•~

Instantly the smoke from a potion assignment gone wrong due to an arrogant first year, was instantly cleared, as if it had been sucked into a powerful vacuum.

“Thank you, pup. For your quick thinking.”

“Of course, Professor Crewel.”

He was feeling sorry for the first year who dared to think that they could do whatever they wanted during Professor Crewel’s lesson; they clearly had no idea of the storm that was going to rain down on them.

He could only hope that they learned their lesson after this.

[lemonxdaisybby]

Your most recent post inspired me to ask if we could get first kiss headcanons for Sawashiro and Yamai please?

Omg I was kind of hoping to get some more requests for those two, thank you 🥹💕

Sawashiro:

Unpopular opinion maybe, but you might just have to initiate the first kiss with Sawashiro. He’s been with many women before, he has plenty of experience, but he doesn’t necessarily have experience with wholesome, non-toxic relationships. This is very new to him. He’s also unfamiliar with physical affection in a more romantic sense, so he’d be a bit unsure in how to approach things with you. It’s not that he’d never make the first move, but more so that you might grow a little impatient with him and just choose to make the first move yourself. It’d be a lot quicker this way too.

The first kiss would occur after the third or fourth date, after little to no physical touch has occurred, other than maybe some fleeting touches, brushing past each other, or Jo placing a gentle hand on the low of your back to guide you somewhere. This man gives nothing away, and is unreadable at the best of times, so the prospect of making the first move for a kiss would be very intimidating, but somebody’s gotta do it.

You’d still likely find him a bit intimidating at this point, so you’d just opt to give him a gentle peck on the lips, just to gauge his reaction. It would definitely take him by surprise, and he’d pause for a moment once you’ve pulled away, momentarily stunned, before pulling himself together and scolding himself internally for not making the first move. He’s a man goddammit. He likes tradition. He should have kissed you first. He would immediately pull you back in by your waist for a deeper, more passionate kiss, not only to redeem himself, but also to show you just how it’s done.

He wouldn’t be flustered or anything, and would be pretty nonchalant after, although if he catches you blushing or acting bashful he would definitely smirk, enjoying your reaction. He’d maybe be a bit disappointed that he didn’t make the first move, but also he’d be impressed that you took initiative too.

Kisses with Jo would always be pretty heated, and would leave you feeling warm and flustered. He only tends to give you kisses on the lips when he’s horny and looking for sex, or in very rare moments where he just feels the overwhelming urge to kiss you. Most other times, he’s more of a quick peck on the forehead kinda guy. Not the most affectionate move, but it’s still quite sweet.

Yamai:

One word for this fella, mysterious and smooth. He would definitely be the one to kiss you first, more so because you might feel a bit too nervous yourself making the first move. Even when initially dating, he would still have that slight intimidating aura about him, to the point where you feel as though he is dangerous, and you can’t quite figure him out.

It would be following a date, maybe the second or third date. His gang is priority at this point, so it’s possible he might get called away at times and have to leave dates early. He’d of course be annoyed, but it can’t be helped, and he would have made it clear to you when first initiating dating that he might have to disappear at times.

He’d be walking you to a taxi after being called away from a date early by one of his subordinates. A sudden shower of rain would be lashing down, and so the two of you would be sharing an umbrella, and Yamai would be in very close proximity to you. He’d have insisted on walking you to your taxi before leaving himself, just to make sure you get back safely, and maybe it would just occur to him that cutting the date short isn’t very fair on you? Or maybe he just really wants to kiss you? Who knows. The man cannot be read, but he’d be looking down at you with that expressionless face, his eyes dark and brooding.

Before you can quite comprehend what’s going on, Yamai would have pulled you in closer to him, and his lips would be catching your own in a firm kiss. It wouldn’t be an innocent, quick peck, as that’s not really Yamai’s style. It would be strong and meaningful, as his lips move against your own.

You can’t quite tell what he’s thinking, but there’s a spark in his eye afterwards, as he wordlessly opens the taxi door for you, allowing you to climb inside in a daze. He’d probably leave you with a short goodbye, letting you know that he’ll contact you later, and of course handing you money for the ride (he isn’t about to make you pay for your own taxi home), and that would be that. Once you’re safely in the taxi, he would just turn away and make his own way back, disappearing into the night, leaving you feeling warm and flustered.

[sofasoap]

Lastochka - Part V

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Denials and road to healing.

Part I , Part II, Interlude,Part III,Part IV

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of PTSD, torture violence, swearing, Mature theme.

I apologise if any depictions of symptons and military procedures might be incorrect.

Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)

My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Your physical injury healed up in no time, but mental scars lingered. 

First night back, he found you curled up in the corner of your room, sobbing away.

Second night, you woke up screaming, pleading the invisible enemy to stop the torture. 

Third night, he woke up, finding you not in bed, but wandering around outside the building aimlessly, totally drenched with the heavy rain pouring down. 

Night after night, Nikolai was there to soothe you, to reassure you. It breaks his heart to see how his little swallow has broken her wing, struggling to get back up. 

At the end, they decided it was best for you to leave the team. 

You panicked. You don’t want to be apart from your military family who has become such an integral part of your life.  

“Staying here isn’t helping you with healing Mini.” Soap tries to reason with you. 

“YOU GUYS ARE ABANDONING ME!”  you screamed. “ You should have just left me there to die if this was the case!”

Soap took a step back. Hurt is clear on his face. 

You stormed out of Price’s office, ignoring the calls and pleas from him and your teammates. Nikolai followed you back to the room. Calling out after you. Stopping just in front of the door, not daring to turn around to look at your husband,knowing you will start to break again if you face him. Clutching onto the dog tag and wedding band sitting underneath your shirt, you whispered a word of apology before shutting the door on him. 

Deep down , you know very well in your state of mind, you need to step back. You know you needed help. 

But the stubbornness inside of you refuses to acknowledge it. You were in a state of denial.

You closed yourself off in your room. Not even Nikolai’s begging and pleading could get you to open the door. You felt betrayed, Haven’t you done enough to prove yourself? What would you do after you leave? Going back to your parents? That will make you feel like an absolute failure. They weren’t happy when you told them the plan of following Soap into military life. They were hoping you would have stayed home and took over the family business. The headstrong impulsiveness of youth ignored their plea, with Laswell offered a chance to join the force, you grabbed the opportunity.  You gritted your teeth and bare through all the challenges and ridicules from the non-believers, to reach what you have achieved today, seeing it all crumbling apart, you feel like everything you tried achieved up to this point is totally worthless.

At the end, it was Ghost that eventually got through to you. 

“Let me go talk to her.”

He could hear you sobbing on the other side of the door. Knocking on the door few times, calling out to you, “Mini. It’s me. Come on.”

“Go away.”

Ghost looked at Nikolai, silently getting his permission, before using the spare key to open the door.  

He slipped into the room through the slight gap of the door, before gently closing it. There you were,curling up in a ball on the floor, clearly exhausted from all the crying. 

You felt a shadow and a body sat beside you. Opening your eyes, you were shocked Simon was sitting there, free of mask, looking down at you with a sad smile. 

“Can I tell you my story?” 

What seems like hours later, Ghost opens the door again, indicating to Nikolai that he can go in. Before Ghost left, Nikolai grasped his shoulder, muttering out his gratitude.

“I just want to help my precious sister get back onto her feet.”  With that, he walked back towards the office area, where everyone awaited. 

“Ненаглядная?” 

You latched onto your husband as soon as you heard his voice, apologising again and again. Guilt is eating you up now, Nikolai has nothing but being patient and supportive, and yet you kept pushing him away.

“I don’t deserve you Nik.” 

Holding you tight against him,while caressing your hair, “Nonsense.” Kissing you on the temple, “ You deserve everything in this world, my little bird.”

You started seeing the Military psychologist, agreeing at the end it would be the best if you step back from the front line until everything stabilises.  You were relieved that you were given a lifeline, another chance. 

“Going home?” Soap was surprised you actually brought it up yourself, he did initially think of sending you home back to your parents’ farm in Scotland for a while for you to get away from things that remind you of the terrible incident. 

Nodding your head. “I think it would do me some good, the psychologist said so as well.” Stirring the cup of tea, “ They will refer me to a specialist I can see regularly for sessions while I am back up there. Besides, this might be a good time to tell mum and dad about Nikolai.” You sheepishly admitted.

Soap gave you side eyes, “ Yes, let’s talk about that.”he huffed, “I am not happy you kept us all in the dark for a long time.”

“Captain knew about it. Well, at least I THINK he knew about our relationship.”

“Nik really dropped the bombshell at a great time I tell you. “ Gaz barged into the conversation while reaching over your head to grab your famous chocolate biscuits from the table. Settling himself to sit on the other side of the table, munching on two biscuits at a time. “You two really kept us under the wraps for a long time.” 

Pushing a piece of tissue underneath Gaz’s mouth for him to catch the crumps, “Well it was hard… he wouldn’t stop flirting with me while I try to keep a straight face about it.” Why are you talking about your love life in front of the boys? And when did Ghost appear and start listening in on the conversation? This man might be large, but he can really sneak around like a ninja.

“It’s hard not to get distracted when there’s a beautiful Goddess around you all the time.” You jumped slightly as you heard Nikolai’s voice appearing behind you. Groaning and covering your now burning face with embarrassment, you are pretty sure the chances of you dying from bursting your heart one day instead of being shot at by enemies if Nikolai compliments you with his flirtatious and flourishing words all the time. This man will really be the death of you literally one day.

“Take your lovey-dovey-ness somewhere else.” Soap grumbled. 

“You are just jealous.” “Am not.” 

“You are welcome to come back anytime when things settle Mini.” Price commented as he gave you a hug as you stood in front of the barrack, all packed and ready to leave. “I am sure Laswell and I can pull a few strings around when you are ready.”

“Thank you for everything Captain.I am sorry to cause such havoc.” You hugged back and apologised. Price had looked after you from the get go, treating you as an equal like any soldier, not caring about your background, also looking after you like his own.  You really owe him a lot.

Turning towards his friend, Price shook his hand and gave him a good slap on the back, “Good luck on meeting the parents.”

“I am sure my Russian charm will win them over very quickly.” Nikolai laughed.You rolled your eyes, his optimism and ego never cease to amaze you. 

Your parents certainly had the shock of their life when you came home, admitting to them about your ordeal, and introducing your new husband at the same time. 

“I was hoping you would marry a good Scottish lad..” You heard your Da mumbled and your Ma kicked him on the shin. Nikolai took it all in a good stride. 

Nikolai won your Ma’s heart quickly with his charisma and sweet words. Your Da was harder to convince. Until Nikolai brought out a few bottles of Scotch and Vodka.

“Where did you get these from????” Being the daughter of the owner of a distillery, you know a rare vintage when you see one.

“Soap and I found it last time we went… exploring.” Nikolai didn’t elaborate any further. You had a fair suspicion where it might be from, but you don’t want to know the details.  The way your Da’s eyes glinted when he saw the bottles, your Ma reassures you as she pushes you out from the sitting room everything will be alright. 

It was well past midnight when your husband crawled into bed with you.

“Mission successful?” You wiggle towards him, playing with his gold chain as he pulls you closer.

“He was harder to break through than Soap,  but with a few drinks down, he was asking for a grandchild as soon as possible.”

“Oh hell. I knew this was going to happen. They had no success trying to hassle Johnny and now they are onto me…” you groaned.

You felt Nikolai’s chest vibrate as he chuckled. “You don’t want any?” his hand slides underneath your night shirt, running it up and down your back, sending shivers down your spine.

“Eventually?” Your priority now is trying to settle into new routines, get yourself better mentally, but having a family isn’t out of the question. You wouldn’t mind seeing a few little Nikolai running around, playing with their dad, uncles and aunty.

“Why don’t we get some practice sessions now? Mmm?” he whispers into your ear as he starts grinding his now semi-hard manhood against you.

This is going to be a long long night. 

You are glad that your room is way on the other side of the estate. But you are not happy you had to walk, slightly limping the next day to the otherside of the house for breakfast. 

Ненаглядная - precious

Tag :

@roosterr @preciouslittlecreature

@boughhs

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Cities

I know Remus is technically a Cardiff boy, okay? But humour me and let me make him from tiny little Llanwrtyd Wells please??

Imagine living on the end of the earth.

Take that and combine it with the terrestrial rain every other day, and it’s Remus Lupin’s home. A small, hidden Welsh town called Llanwrtyd Wells.

Living in buttfuck nowhere meant that you knew everybody and everybody knew you.

Everybody.

When Remus had his first kiss, old ass Mrs Davies nudged him and said ‘well done’ the next day.

Still, it had its perks. Like not having to come out to his mum, because there were approximately two other gay guys in town, and while Osian wasn’t a bad kisser, he wasn’t quite prepared to date someone who went on and on about how much he loved his small town and basically didn’t say anything else. Also, the nights being quiet. If they happened to have a heatwave (once in a millennia) he could sleep with the window wide open, without worrying about cars speeding past, or getting robbed. Bar the few teenagers in Remus’ classes that liked to shoplift (until one of them got a slap around the head from Arwen for robbing her mum) or vandalise a building from time to time, people were too close for there to be much criminal activity.

It also meant that when Hope finally kicked Lyall out, there was no way he could stay in town. The people had made it clear that he wasn’t welcome back.

Yeah, Remus loved the town, and the people in it.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t excited when he got into Oxford on a full scholarship. A big fuck off English city and a prestigious ass university! Also, a chance to live in a big city, finally.

He wasn’t expecting to find the first 5 minutes so hard. The moment he got off the bus, he realised that in Oxford, people barged into each other without a sniff of an apology, just walking quickly through one another. Also, why was it so big? Remus could blink in the wrong place and he’d be lost! Eventually, he gave up on trying to navigate the overwhelming maze of buildings and roads, getting a ridiculously expensive Uber instead.

Checking in was stressful, getting his key and his ID and finding his flat was stressful.

He had an awful start to a city life.

Everything smelled like petrol fumes, he could hear the cars through the window, everything was grey. Remus had almost thought he had made a mistake.

The first perk of Oxford? His roommates.

James Potter was essentially a big ball of energy who somehow knew the city like the back of his hand, even though he wasn’t from Oxford, so he didn’t have to worry about getting lost. He would smile and talk and somehow make sure everybody felt included at the same time. He had stopped Remus from snapping at everybody and breaking down on his first day.

Peter Pettigrew was from a smaller town in Devon, Clovelly, so he and Remus had plenty of time to complain about the differences between towns and cities. Peter kept Remus sane, making him feel like he wasn’t really odd for not being able to sleep in the city, with all of it’s noise, or exchanging an amused glance at the fact that every building was identical.

Sirius Black was…

Sirius Black deserved an entirely separate perk dedicated to him.

He was the example of a hot Londoner. Christ, with his long, flowing black hair and silver eyes… Remus figured out very early on that he was falling for him, that much was obvious.

Still, he had never really been around someone he fancied before, not when he was falling so hard and fast. Tripping and stumbling from liking him to loving him before he had a chance to catch his balance. Honestly, the last thing he had expected was to fall in love with a Londoner who could sleep through aggressive evening construction, had a posh as shit accent and could look at a train map and just… understand it.

He was well and truly fucked.

Until he realised that Sirius got jealous when other people flirted with him. The revelation that came at the third perk of a big city: a lot of places to get drunk. As it turned out, Remus was the right kind of tall and broad shouldered to be considered desirable to city people. Specifically, to city men, which wasn't something that Remus was at all used to. He had never had to learn to put on a charm, a filter.

More specifically, he couldn't flirt to save his fucking life. That meant he essentially just had to stand and nod while guys talked at him.

Well, until Sirius swooped in one day and snogged him senseless in the middle of the dance floor in a gay club. Then he didn't have to worry about flirting, he was Sirius', nothing but Sirius'.

The city was the fucking best. Without the city, he wouldn't have met Sirius.

Still, his small town was perfect for making his city boyfriend visit over the summer. It was pretty much the highlight of his life.

Sirius was the perk of every city he was in.

[simplegenius042]

I'd love to know about "Call to Arms" for the WIP round up. FC5 and CoD my beloveds...

Ah yes! I'd love to talk about the Call To Arms duology!

Since there were two versions of CODMW, I had been stuck on doing either the original version or the reboot. Then I remembered, "I'm a fanfic writer, I can have BOTH!" And that's how I ultimately decided to combine both, so that's going to be fun to work out.

Call To Arms is a Call Of Duty Modern Warfare fic which acts as an origin story for Nadi Sinclair, John Seed's second-in-command in my FC5 fics, explaining why Nadi is so willing to sell her soul to John and Eden's Gate and devote herself to their ideals despite the red flags.

Call To Arms is split in two (due to being a duology); the first fic focuses on the first Modern Warfare and setting up the second, acting as a prologue of sorts, while the second fic focuses on both Modern Warfare 2 & 3, where things start taking a turn for the worst. I'll be sticking with the original's timeline (mostly anyway), as the reboot's timeline just doesn't work for Silva's Hope.

Nadi Sinclair is an Iranian-Frenchwoman who joined the French army and eventually got recruited into SAS operations, specifically the 22nd SAS Regiment, due to her exceptional sharpshooting skills, and acts as designated marksman on good days and sniper on bad days. Despite the work she does, she still retains an optimistic and cheerful demeanor, earning her the nickname "Quokka". She's joined alongside one other recruit; Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish, and are both mentored by SAS Captain John Price and Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick. The dynamics I'm going for in this group is that Nadi and Soap have this vitriolic sibling energy between them, and are considered the "younger" siblings (being in their early and mid 20s), Gaz the well-behaved one, and Price acting as the big brother everyone looks up to even when he commits the occasional war crime.

There's also Kate Laswell who's the mother hen that covers their asses when they do stupid shit, and checks in on them from time to time to make sure they're all okay. Farah and Alex are the favorite long-distant cousins they wish they got to see more of (with Hadir as the least favorite) and Nikolai is the uncle whose been to prison more than once but does get them out of trouble so he gets a pass, and Griggs is just a stand-up guy who showed up sopping wet like a kitten lost in the rain so they kind of adopted him.

Shepherd also appears a little earlier than he does in both canons (though I'm going for the original MW2 Shepherd as I despise the reboot version) who's either the most impressed dad in the world or the most disappointed. Graves and Valeria are the bad kids who the team want to keep Nadi far away from.

Ghost, Roach, Alejandro, Yuri, and all the others will be introduced in the second fic but while I don't have much to share about their relationship with Nadi now (except that Ghost kind of scares her even though he would absolutely kill anyone who bothered her and help hide the body), I must make this adamantly clear. I do not have any romance at all for this duology, the focus is more on brotherhood/sisterhood. The most you'll get is playful flirting, whatever Alejandro and Valeria got going on, and discussions of Nadi's obvious poor tastes in men and women at her expense (which may explain her crush on a certain Seed brother...).

Makarov is still his horrible self and no one wants him around.

I'm still trying to get things together for this one, I'll need to go on the hunt for the original games (it's... been a while) and replay the reboots (I don't have the third one and while I'm hesitant to get it from what I've heard, I'll do it just for the fic).

Anyway, hope you enjoyed.

[gnrbitch]

Summer break Pt.13 - Seattlehead

!Final Part!

Warnings: Smoking, profanity

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Seattle, WA 1986

“So he just threw you on the bus?” Andrew said, his eyes widened.

Y/n popped her lips, “Yup”

“That’s fucken harsh” her friend said, taking a hit out of a cigarette.

It had been 4 weeks since Y/n left LA, and a lot has happened.

First, she left her parents house as soon as she got to Seattle (2 days, to be exact). She moved in with Stone, and one of his band members, Jeff. Second, she chopped all her hair off, which wasn’t really her idea, more Jeff’s ideas but hey, at least now she looks cool. Third, shes taking her dream of becoming a guitarist more seriously, going around and jamming out with different people. She met this sick ass fucken singer named Layne, so she’s been trying to convince him to join her band.

And no, she hasn’t touched another needle since she left LA. And another no, she hasn’t spoken to Duff since the incident.

But she has talked to Fru, telling him everything that happened. He’s told her that guns is still together, which she was relived to hear. As for him, he’s just joined the Red Hot Chili Peppers, which made Y/n very excited for him.

“So you haven’t spoken to him since?” Andrew asked her.

“I keep telling her to, but she doesn’t have the balls to call him” Stone remarked.

“Cut me some slack- I just don’t know what to say” Y/n rolled her eyes.

“I say you call him” Jeff quipped

Y/n felt her heard drop “Right now?”

“Well yea, you can’t avoid him forever” Andrew said.

“Fuck- Okay fine” Y/n said abruptly, standing up and heading towards Andrews phone.

“FINALLY!” Stone yelled out.

Y/n took a deep breath in as she dialed in Duffs number, hoping he wasn’t home, but also hoping he was.

Hearing the phone ring a few more times, she turned to look at her friends, “What the fuck do i say if he answers?” She asked

They all shrugged, “Hello maybe?” Jeff said before they all laughed.

Y/n rolled her eyes, before feeling her heart drop as she heard the voice on the other end.

“Hello?” She heard, recognizing the voice

She cleared her throat, “Hey- is Duff home?”

“Y/n?” The voice said, quietly.

“Slash” She said

“Holy shit Y/n” He said again

“Yea it’s- it’s me” She stuttered out

“How um- how are you?” Slash said.

“I’m good” She hummed, hearing other voices in the background growing louder.

“That’s good- look i just wanna apologize for wha-” Slash started, getting cut off by Y/n

“It’s okay Slash” She said, taking in a breath, “So um- is Duff home?”

“Yea- he is” Slash said

Y/n heard mumbling on the other end, a little more like arguing before the voice of her brothers appeared.

“Y/n?” He said

“The one and only” She nervously joked

“Glad to hear you’re alive” Duff said “Heard you moved out”

“Yea, i did” She twirled the phone cord with her finger “Glad to hear guns is still together” she said.

“Almost killed Slash but, as you heard i didn’t.”

Y/n let out a nervous laugh, “Yea um- Sorry about y’know, everything”

“It’s cool” He said, and she could just imagine him shrugging on the other end.

“Okay- cool. Yea” She awkwardly said.

“So how’s seattle?” Duff asked nonchalantly

“It’s good, raining like a bitch though” She said

She heard her brother let out a laugh, “Not surprising”

She smiled “Yea-”

“Y/N WE GOTTA GO!” Stone yelled out

“Who was that?” Duff asked

“My roommate- look I gotta go Duff, I’ll call you another time” She said

“Okay well, talk to you later Y/n” Duff said

Y/n hung up the phone before looking over at Stone, “What was that about?” She asked

“We gotta go to Laynes remember? convince him to join your band” Stone said

“Oh yea, hey you still have the number of that one drummer, what was his fucken name… Sean?” Y/n asked

“Hell yea i do” Stone smiled at her as they all walked out of Andrews place.

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THE END!!!!!

Sorry if this ending was short- just wanted to fill you guys on what happened when Y/n got back to seattle.

I hope you guys enjoyed this fic, and the ending. Thank you all for sticking around!!!! Im honestly so sad i finished it 🙁🙁🙁

till next time, xxxgnrbitch

Tagged: @hoodiesandicedcoffee - @eddiiiieeee - @alysais2cool

[wrrrenff]

Fireworks

Super Mario Bros. Universe Luigi x GN! reader Synopsis: The Mario brothers are back in town after 6 years throwing a New Years Eve party. Your old crush Luigi will be there. Will he remember you? Warnings: Brief mentions of bullying.

It’s New Year's Eve already. Welp, another year wasted. Still stuck at your dead-end job, no relationships, a few close friends but we didn’t do much this year. You can’t be too surprised though. The past few years have been pretty much the same. And the perfect end to such a boring year, you’ll count down on your couch with your cat and a beer. Yippee…

*buzz* *buzz*

You look towards you phone that’s plugged in on your nightstand. Hmm, wonder who that could be. You go to your phone and unlock it to see a text from your friend Pauline.

Pauline: superstar wyd tonight?

You: absolute dog shit. U?

Pauline: yay! the mario bros are back in town and they decided to throw a nye party and YOU are coming with me :)

A party, huh? Not typically your scene but it would be nice to end the year with a bang. And you liked the Mario bros. You didn’t know Mario too well but you were super close friends with Luigi in your school days. You guys were best friends until the brothers moved ‘out of town’. Nobody really knows where they moved but hey, as long as they’re happy. As long as he’s happy. You missed the younger twin so much. It would be nice to see them him again.

You: ok yeah that sounds fun

Pauline: i knew you’d be down. be ready at 10 ok?

You looked at the clock. You had about 2 and a half hours until the party. Better start getting ready. I mean, you want to look good for this reunion, right? You go to your closet and scour through your dresses and jumpers until you land on the PERFECT piece! Now that that decision has been made, you lay your choice out on the bed and go take a shower. As you stand there, the hot water raining down, shaving your legs, you start to think back on your memories with the younger twin. 

You met when some kids were bullying him at recess in the 2nd grade. He was curled up under the slide crying while these two 3rd graders made fun of his overalls. I stepped in front of the boy and kicked one of those third graders right in the gut. Totally worth it. From there it was history. As the years went on you and luigi had grown so close. In middle school you developed a crush on him but it was clear he never felt the same way. Any time you flirted with him he just never seemed interested. So you pushed your feelings aside. You were content staying friends. A part of you never let go of those feelings though. 

The razor nicked your leg, snapping you out of your thoughts. Now was not the time to think about your crush. Besides, he’s probably got a beautiful partner now. There’s no way someone hasn’t snatched him but in the past 6 years. Anyways, you finish up shaving, washing, and hop out of the shower. You dry off, blow-dry and style your hair and then sit down to do your makeup. You debated between full glamor and something nice and subtle, ultimately deciding to go with the latter. Sitting in front of your vanity, it finally hits you. You're actually going to see Luigi after so long. You want somebody to pinch you! You wonder if Pauline told him you’re coming or if he’s going to be totally blindsided. Would he even be excited to see you after so long? You hoped yes but to be honest, you don’t know. It’s been so long and he might have changed. He could have completely forgotten about you. God, you hoped that wasn’t true. In fact, you’re just going to tell yourself that he hadn’t forgotten or else you’d spiral and you’re in far too deep at this point to back out.

You finish your makeup and slip into your garment. After putting on your shoes, you take one final look at yourself all put together. Not bad. If you saw yourself from across the room you would absolutely go up to yourself and hit on you. Perfect. You check the clock and you’re about 3 minutes ahead of when Pauline said she’d be here. You decided you would go ahead and wait outside for her. Just as you lock your door you hear a whistle followed by the voice of your friend.

“DAMN BABE YOU CLEAN UP NICE” Oh Pauline. Thank you for giving my neighbors a reason to hate me. You quickly run to her car before she has any more chances to disturb the neighborhood. “Hey hot stuff. Are you trying to get laid tonight or what?” Your face turns a deep red color and Pauline’s face lights up. “You still have the hots for the plumber boy don’t you!” You roll your eyes already regretting accepting the invite for tonight. “Can you just drive please?!” “Fine, fine. I bet he’s gonna explode as soon as he gets a piece of you.” You decided not to acknowledge her and try to control your mind on the ride to the party.

Music starts pumping into your ears as you walk up to the house. This is it. Your old best friend is right inside. You’ve got this. You both enter the house and get a little overwhelmed at just how packed it is. But that didn’t matter because you immediately spotted green. Pauline followed your eyeline and smirked. “I’ll meet up with you later” she says and then disappears into the crowd. After waving her off you notice the elder twin dressed in a classy red suit with his arm wrapped around this gorgeous tall blonde dressed in pink. Good for him, you thought.  You then speed over to the younger twin and just before you reach him you run into some random dude and get knocked onto the ground.

“Oh! Miss, are you okay? Let me help you-” You look up and lock eyes with Luigi. He recognized you instantly and for a moment it was like time stilled and your two were the only people in the room. No, the only people on earth. You take his outstretched hand and he lifts you back on your feet. “Hey.” You take what feels like years to respond. “Hi Weegee. It’s been so long” He smiles wide at the old nickname you called him. Quickly, he wraps you up in a tight cozy hug which you are just as quick to reciprocate. “I’ve missed you so much mi amore” You were so excited to see Luigi you almost didn’t catch the name he gave you. Almost. 

After getting over the shock of seeing each other, Luigi finally takes a good look at you. “You look absolutely bellissima!” You turned red at the compliment. First the nickname and now the complement? You don’t remember Luigi ever being so forward before. Not that you were complaining. “Thank you Weegee. You look pretty handsome yourself.” He was wearing an elegant emerald green suit with a tie embroidered with green mushrooms. He looked jaw droppingly gorgeous. “So where did you and Mario end up moving all those years ago? I would’ve visited you guys if I knew where you were all these years!” At this Luigi’s face contorted to a mix of embarrassment and guilt. “Maybe we should go outside to talk '' He leads you both to the backyard where there's virtually nobody and it’s much quieter. You both sit down on a bench that faces a bird bath. “I’m so sorry I never told you we were leaving or where we went. It’s actually pretty confusing to me even to this day how it all happened. You might not even believe me.” You look at him kind of confused for a moment before smiling. “I’m sure I can understand. Try me.” You nudge his arm with your elbow. Luigi takes a deep breath and explains how he and Mario fell through this thing called a ‘warp pipe’ and landed in this place called the ‘Mushroom Kingdom’. He said for a long time they couldn’t find a way back to New York but eventually the princess of the mushroom kingdom helped them find a way to travel between the kingdom and earth. He even explained that the very princess that had helped them get home was the woman you had seen with Mario earlier.

You feel like your whole world got turned upside down. Luigi didn’t just leave you. He had no choice in the matter. But he sounded happy about living in this new kingdom. Would he just leave again forever after tonight? And don’t even get you started thinking about the fact that there's just a bunch of pipes that can send you to other worldly places!! Lost in thought, you jump when you feel Luigi’s hand on your shoulder. “Are you alright mi amore?” You take another quick moment to process everything before responding. “Luigi, it does all sound insane but I do believe you. I missed you so much. Are you planning on staying in New York now that you’ve found a pipe that connects? I need my best friend back.” Luigi looks sad. There’s something else in his expression that you can’t quite place. “The mushroom kingdom is my home now. I will come back here more often but I can’t just abandon what I’ve built there.” He pauses, takes a deep breath, and grabs your hands. “I want to go back to the mushroom kingdom but I can’t without telling you how much you mean to me. I should have done it years ago before we fell into that stupid warp pipe.”

“Luigi…” You were breathless. Was this real? Was he actually saying what you think he is saying? Your eyes start to get a little watery thinking about how you’ve been waiting for this moment for years. Luigi fully faces you and puts one hand on your cheek, his thumbs wiping away the few tears that formed. “Ever since we met I have been head over heels in love with you. Not a moment passed where I wasn’t thinking about you. Not a moment I didn’t want to hold you or kiss you. You have always been my comfort and my home. You made the hard days easier. You still do. When things get hard in the mushroom kingdom I always think of you and how amazing you are. How you’d cheer me on when things got tough.” He suddenly got very shy and started rubbing his neck. “Do you feel the same principessa?”

You were overwhelmed with love. All of the feelings you’ve been fostering for years are coming to the surface. You can’t be sure this was real. You tried to remember back to your school days, scanning the memories and finally realizing those moments where you thought Luigi was just being nice, he was flirting with you. It was all falling into place for you. You were just too caught up in your feelings for him that you didn’t realize that he did in fact like you too and he wasn’t blowing you off. “Of course I feel the same, Weegee! I just never said anything because I thought you didn’t feel the same.” At that Luigi sprung forward bringing you into a tight embrace, lifting you off the bench and spun you around the backyard. You both were so giddy with love and could not stop the giggles that sprung out. 

As your giggles died down, Luigi slowly brought you both to a stop, letting you back down on the ground. You just stare at each other, drinking each other in. You noticed his mustache and curly hair have a few grays in them. His eyes were so round and full of life. Little freckles were sprinkled across his cheeks and nose. At this moment you were sure there was no one you’d rather be with ever. “Take me with you.” You blurt out, surprising both of you. “What are you saying mia amata?” You grab hold of Luigi’s arms and lock eyes with him. “Take me with you back to the mushroom kingdom. I want to be with you. I don’t want to keep you from your home but I can’t be here if you’re not. Let's start a life together.” Now it’s Luigi’s turn to start tearing up. He can’t get any words out so he just shakes his head aggressively. 

“I love you so much Weegee.” Luigi tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I love you too mi amore” Luigi looks at your lips for a brief moment. You close your eyes and lean in until you feel Luigi meet your lips. The kiss was passionate, filled with more than a decade of what each of you thought was unrequited love. He tasted like basil. It was delicious. Suddenly fireworks started going off in the night sky, startling both of you and breaking up the kiss. You chuckle. “It must be midnight. Happy New Year Weegee.” Luigi leans down and gives you a sweet but quick peck in the lips. “Happy New Year vita mia.”

[ilyasorokinn]

this love , freddie andersen

note, this fic is apart of emmie's (@jostystyles) 2.6k top tracks writing challenge, so everyone give a big hand to emmie for putting this together. i love you and you're wonderful. anyways, this is NOT apart of the taylor's version series. just want to make that note too. also, i don't use the entire song. another note, happy birthday to my favorite dane. you're so slay, and i love you so much, and i'll see you in 2 weeks :) pair, freddie andersen x reader summary, freddie had come into y/n’s life just as quick as he left or a fic inspired by "this love" taylor swift. warnings, angst? and it is a little short, but it promise it's good lol word count, 1924 words

(gif not mine)

clear blue water high tide came and brought you in and i could go on and on, on and on and i will skies grew darker currents swept you out again and you were just gone and gone, gone and gone

Freddie had come into your life just as quick as he left. It was a bright and sunny day when he walked into your life. It was a cliche, which should've been a red blaring light in your head, but you pushed it to the back of your mind and paid all your attention to the attractive Dane in front of you.

You met after a lousy date. He was picking up an order at the restaurant you were at and saw you sitting alone. It was a little forward of him, but he sat down in front of you, and boom!

*flashback*

Your date, whose name you had forgotten, had left long ago, but you found yourself still at the table, swirling your straw around the cup. The restaurant wasn't too packed which was probably why they hadn't kicked you out yet.

This was the third guy you had met online and agreed to go on. date with, and you were starting to lose hope. Right as you were about to grab the waiter, a really tall guy pulled out the chair in front of you.

You stared at him like he was crazy, and he probably was, but the suit he was wearing said he wasn't some random guy who had stumbled in, "Um..."

"Okay, I don't normally do this, nor have I ever done this." He began, "But you looked really lonely, and I didn't want you to be sitting alone." He looked sincere, but this was still very much out of the blue.

"That's very nice." You smiled, "But I gotta go."

"Are you gonna walk home?"

"No, the buses are still running, so..." You shrugged.

"No, don't. I'll drive you home." He stood up with you, and you hesitated, "I swear I'm not a murderer." You raised a brow, "You can look me up. My name's Freddie Andersen."

You stared at him for a moment, before pulling out your phone and looking him up. You were more than surprised to find that he had a google page that wasn't just photos of all the Freddie Andersen's in the world, it was actually him.

You looked back up at him, "Does that work on all the other girls?"

"I don't know, never done it before. I'll let you know tomorrow."

*flashback over*

You only went out for a couple months, but they left a big imprint on your life. For those couple of months, your entire life was Freddie Andersen. Then, one day, he was there, then he wasn't.

The day he left, was quite the opposite of when you first met him. It was cloudy and dark, and when you were driving home, it was pouring down rain.

tossing, turning struggled through the night with someone new baby, i could go on and on, on and on lantern, burning flickered in my mind, only you but you were still gone, gone, gone

A few months after you and Freddie broke up, you tried to move on. Your friends set you up with a guy, and for the first time, you found yourself finally laughing, even if his jokes were cheesy.

Maybe, you were moving a little fast in this relationship, but you didn't really care. Your friends were worried at the pace at which you were moving, but you paid them no mind.

You were attempting to sleep, but whenever you closed your eyes, the only thing you saw was Freddie. You tossed and turned the whole night, and your new boyfriend, Andy, had woken up a couple times during the night to your turning onto your side.

The next morning, you were up and out of bed before him, and you were making coffee by the time he was awake, "Good morning." You smiled as if you weren't absolutely exhausted.

"Morning." He smiled. He grabbed the mug you had made for him a took a long sip, "So..." He began.

"So...?" You turned to him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" You asked.

"It's nothing, it's just..." He took another sip of coffee, "All last night, you were tossing and turning, and I think you actually kicked me at one point."

"Did I? I knew it." You winced.

"Are you okay?" He repeated.

"I'm fine. Just stressed about work." You brushed it off.

"All right, well you know I'm here for you." He squeezed your hand.

"I know." You nodded. He smiled and walked back down the hallway to get ready for work while you stood in the kitchen, rethinking the entirety of your relationship.

in losing grip on sinking ships you showed up just in time

Before Freddie sat down in front of you, were about ready to give up and accept your fate of being single and lonely, but after he sat down, it felt like everything fell into place.

It was like a puzzle, and he was the missing piece. He swopped in, and suddenly, your life was flipped upside down.

*flashback*

After work, you had no plans. The only thing getting you through the workday was the thought of getting home, lounging on the couch, and catching up on some trashy TV you missed. You didn't expect Freddie to come knocking on your door, a bag of your favorite food in hand.

"What're you doing here?" You smiled, moving away and letting him walk into your kitchen.

"Just thought I'd come and surprise you." He shrugged, taking out all the to-go boxes and setting them on your island. He grabbed two plates and started forking out food onto the plates.

When he carried both plates towards the couch, "Grab forks and something to drink."

"I'm all out of beer." You told him.

"Well, bring out that sparking water or whatever." He waved his hand as if he didn't like the Buble water too.

You shook your head with a smile and grabbed two cans of the sparking water and joined him on the couch, "So, why're you really here?"

"I already told you."

"Yeah, I know, now I want the truth."

"I could tell you had a bad day." He admitted.

"How could you tell? We didn't talk at all today."

"You sent quick 1-word texts." He answered, "Usually it's a sentence or even a few words, but whenever it's 1-word text, then something's usually wrong."

You smiled at his admission. He was right in that you did have a sort of bad day, and the fact that he deduced that through your texts made you fall even more in love with him.

"Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself." You laughed.

"I'm just very observant." He shrugged it off, and you went on with your night.

You were both in bed and you could tell Freddie was close to falling asleep, but you were wide awake, staring up at the ceiling even in the darkness.

There was only one thing running through your mind and you knew you had to get it off your chest, "Freddie?" You whispered. He let out a sleep-filled groan, "I have to tell you something."

"Hmm." He groaned, turning to face you tiredly, but his eyes were still closed.

"I just wanted to tell you that I love you, and if you hadn't come into my life that day, I think I might've just given up on the idea of being with someone. Things would have been very different for me. So, I guess, I'm just thankful for you."

"I'm thankful for you, too." He spoke with a smile as he pulled you into him, pressing a kiss to your head as he held you tight, "And I love you, too."

*flashback over*

this love left a permanent mark this love is glowing in the dark, oh-oh, oh these hands had to let it go free, and this love came back to me, oh-oh, oh

Even though you were only together for a short period of time, Freddie left a lasting imprint on your life. Almost every free moment you had was spent with each other, and in the moments you weren't together, you were thinking about him and vice-versa.

your kiss, my cheek, i watched you leave your smile, my ghost, i fell to my knees when you're young, you just run but you come back to what you need

In the weeks leading up to your breakup, you thought everything was going well, but when he dropped the bomb that he wanted to break up, everything stopped.

The clock ticking on the wall stopped ticking, the coffee in the pot stopped brewing, the movie playing in the living room stopped playing, your heart stopped and you felt your airways close.

After the words "I think we should break up", everything out of Freddie's mouth sounded like Charlie Brown's parents. It was all distorted.

He approached you and cupped your face, placing a lasting kiss on your forehead, before pulling away and looking into your eyes. You looked deep into his too and saw the underlying pain in them.

You watched him, frozen in your spot, as he picked up his bags and headed out the door. Once the door was shut, you finally broke down.

You fell to your knees and let out a cry. You let yourself cry for hours and hours. You eventually your way to the bed where you stayed there for almost a week.

Your friend eventually came to check on you after you hadn't responded to her texts, where she found you in bed. She picked you back up off the ground both figuratively and literally. She helped you get back up on your feet and helped you become you again.

this love is good, this love is bad this love is alive back from the dead, oh-oh, oh these hands had to let it go free, and this love came back to me, oh-oh, oh

5 years later

You found yourself sitting at a table post-date. This date, compared to the others, was actually quite good. He asked questions that he actually wanted to know the answers to, he showed up a couple minutes earlier than you (which you only knew because you were early too), and he laughed at your jokes, which all the other dates didn't find funny.

But still, you found yourself sitting alone after the date, a weird pit in your stomach. It was weird. He was a great guy but it didn't feel right.

At that very moment, Frederik Andersen was walking into the restaurant, and while he waited for the waiter to bring back his bag of food, he looked around the room and spotted you easily.

It was almost like a lone spotlight was shining on you and was drawing him in. He grabbed the bag of food and made his way over to you.

He smiled, pulling out a chair. You looked up startled but when he saw it was him, your face softened.

"I don't normally do this," You smiled at the familiar words, "But you looked really lonely, and I didn't want you to be sitting alone."

"That's very nice." You smiled, repeating the same words you all 6 years before when Freddie had sat down in front of you at the restaurant.

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An Indigo Girls Song for Every Romance

Welcome to Becky's late-night self-indulgent character-related Tumblr posting! The Indigo Girls is one of my all-time favourite groups, and they have written so many wonderful songs about the amazing, messy thing called love (love of many kinds, but we're focused on the romantic variety here).

So I'm finding an Indigo Girls song for every romance in Made Marion. (This is the love interests in relation to Marion.) With the particularly pertinent lyrics below it.

Hope you'll get some thoughts about the romances and hear some amazing music! I even provided a teensy scrap of Mystery Love Interest!

Robin: She's Saving Me

Robin's PoV:

She's saving me I don't even think she knows it Such a strange way to show it as distant as Last nights dream unravels She's saving me I'm a very lost soul I was born with a hole in my heart The size of my land locked travels

John: Keeper of My Heart

John's PoV:

Some things I hold too tightly Some things I'll never I'll never touch Oh but I'm wearing down the stones In the river And you see all my life I've painted with anger's brush

For you Lift me through my love and anger You see now these are my gods These are your scars Lift me through my love and anger Oh and my arms are burning And they're open wide

Pointing out the graveyards I will be the reaper If you will be The keeper of my heart

Will and Gui: Mystery

Will's segment (Marion's PoV):

But you like the taste of danger It shines like sugar on your lips And you like to stand in the line of fire Just to show you can shoot straight from you hip There must be a 1000 things you would die for I can hardly think of two But not everything is better spoken aloud Not when I'm talking to you

Gui's segment (Either Character PoV):

Oh the pirate gets the ship and the girl tonight Breaks a bottle to christen her Basking in the exploits of her thief She's a very good listener Maybe that's all that we need Is to meet in the middle of impossibility We're standing at opposite poles Equal partners in a mystery

Meissa: Wood Song

Either Character PoV

Sometimes I ask to sneak a closer look Skip to the final chapter of the book And then maybe steer us clear from some of the pain it took To get us where we are this far yeah But the question drowns in it's futility And even I have got to laugh at me No one gets to miss the storm of what will be Just holding on for the ride

Alanna: Fugitive

Alanna's PoV:

We swore to ourselves we'd go to the end of the world But I got caught up in the whirl and the twirl of it all A day in the sun dancing alone Baby, I'm so sorry Now it's coming to you the lessons I've learned Won't do you any good you've got to get burned Well the curse and the blessing they're one in the same Baby, it's all such a treacherous gain

Hide yourself from me I said hide yourself from me All for me

Geoffrey: Strange Fire

(I associate the IG song Pushing the Needle Too Far with Geoff in general, but this is about the romance)

Both Characters, to Each Other: Geoff: First Verse Marion: Second Verse Both: Third Verse

Layton: Blood and Fire

Layton's PoV:

I am looking for someone who can Take as much as I give babe And give back as much as I need you know And they, they still have the will to live 'Cause I am intense, I am in need I am in pain, I am in love, but I feel forsaken You know like the things I, I gave away

And blood and fire are too much for these Restless arms to hold And my nights of desire They're calling me back to your fold And I am callin' you, callin' you From ten thousand miles away Would you whet my fire with your love? And it's babe, babe, babe

???: Secure Yourself

Marion's Pov:

In the ink of an eye I saw you bleed, Through the thunder I could hear you scream, Solid to the air I breathe, Open-eyed and fast asleep. Falling softly as the rain, No footsteps ringing in your ears. Ragged down worn to the skin Warrior raging, have no fear.

Secure yourself to heaven. Hold on tight, the night has come Fasten up your earthly burdens, You have just begun.

Bonus: Alvin: Least Complicated

(Marion's former lover who you'll meet in the prologue, in unrequited love with her, poor Alvin)

Alvin's Pov:

I sit two stories above the street It's awful quiet here since love fell asleep There's life down below me though The kids are walking home from school

Some long ago when we were taught That for whatever kind of puzzle you got You just stick the right formula in A solution for every fool

I remember the time when I came so close to you Sent me skipping my class and running from school And I bought you that ring 'cause I never was cool What makes me think I could start clean slated The hardest to learn was the least complicated