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Hob on one of their regular meetings: "Hello, Stanger, come here often?"
Dream: "You know who I am. We literally kissed each other outside."
Hob: "Just play along! For fun!"
Dream: "... okay"
Hob: "You're here all alone, Stranger?"
Dream: "No, I'm waiting for my boyfriend."
Hob: ....
Dream: ...
Hob, not giving up: "Is he handsome?"
Dream: "He's stupid."
#not gonna use that in fanfic so#dreamling#incorrect dreamling quote#dream x hob#morpheus x hob#hob gadling x dream#hob gadling#dream of the endless
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morston ficrec
some (goddamned) faith by manic_intent
rating: explicit.
archive warning: no archive warnings apply.
categories: M/M.
additional tags: that AU where arthur goes with john on his sabbatical / alternate universe - canon divergence / first time / christmas prompts/ pre-canon.
summary:
“You didn’t have to follow me,” John said, after half a day of Arthur saying not a goddamned word.
a haunting of men by ididnotmakethemoon
rating: teen & up audiences.
archive warning: no archive warnings apply.
categories: M/M.
additional tags: vampire.
summary:
"If Arthur didn't live, at least he didn't die, either."
stangers in the night by manic_intent
rating: explicit.
archive warning: no archive warnings apply.
categories: M/M.
additional tags: that AU where john and arthur belong to different gangs / alternate universe / alternate universe - canon divergence / first time.
summary:
John’s hand closed on the holster of his pistol. Before he could draw, someone hauled the stranger back. Big, handsome man with a red bandana and a blue flannel shirt. He smiled at the stranger with very white teeth. “Jameson, why’re you bothering a kid for?”
Jameson scowled. “Ain’t none of your business, Morgan. Fuck off.”
“It’s the middle of the day and I’m angling for a quiet drink. You starting a fight ain’t gonna be so quiet,” Morgan said.
new blood by manic_intent
rating: explicit.
archive warning: no archive warnings apply.
categories: M/M.
additional tags: that omegaverse AU where alphas and omegas are a different species of people / omegaverse / alpha/beta/omega dynamics / non-traditional alpha/beta/omega dynamics / alternate universe / first time.
summary:
“You trying to get me in trouble, kid?” Arthur said as he slowed Boadicea to a walk.
The skinny kid who Hosea and Dutch had fished out of some nowhere town out west scowled and straightened up in the saddle. He wasn’t much of a horseman—his ‘borrowed’ horse, the usually docile Lady May, snorted and chewed at the bit. If he’d stolen Lady May out from under the noses of everyone in camp though, he was in trouble. “Not a kid,” said the kid, sticking out his lower lip. “Name’s John.”
“And how old are you, John?” Arthur gave John a pointed once-over.
rearrange me by dandywarholic
rating: explicit.
archive warning: no archive warnings apply.
categories: M/M, F/M.
relationships: john marston/arthur morgan, mary gillis linton/arthur morgan.
additional tags: growing up story kinda / crushing real bad but youre a rat man / and the person youre crushing on is a large Rat man / id tag low honor morgan but this is just kinda how i hc him when he was in his twenties / A BITCH / First Time / they dont have great sex education in the west / nothing happens while john is underrage / arthurs a fuckhead but hes not THAT big of a fuckhead / dubcon / sorry to anyone who read before I tagged that / I had one job
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Ever since John was young, Arthur had always been incredibly mean to him. This wouldn't matter to him if it were anybody else. And he really wished Arthur Morgan were anybody else.
eye of the beholder by Yuu_chi
rating: explicit.
archive warning: creator chose not to use archive warnings.
categories: M/M.
additional tags: hurt/comfort / post injury / pining / chapter three spoilers / Arthur's Journals.
summary:
He thinks of John last night, on his back flicking through the pages with the faintest look of wonder on his face. Of the way he’d clutched it close when Arthur had tried to pull it away. It’s enough to make his sore heart ache, and he wonders why he does this every time.
two fools west of chicago by atqi
rating: explicit.
archive warning: no archive warnings apply.
categories: M/M.
additional tags: fluff and smut.
summary:
"You're acting strange." John said warily, his voice soft, slow, careful. It was like staring down his rifle scope at a herd of deer. One false move and he could find himself in the middle of a stampede he couldn't escape. Arthur held his jaw tight. He moved to sit up and turned, looming over him.
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A younger Arthur Morgan and John Marston take a job to track down a businessman's mistress and discover an affection for each other on the road that ends up giving them both what they need.
All sexual content is 100% consensual and everyone has a good time except for the one guy who gets shot, but that's not during sex.
hear the river say your name by midnights
rating: not rated.
archive warning: creator chose not to use archive warnings.
categories: M/M.
additional tags: pre-canon / angst / fluff and angst / angst with a happy ending / major character injury / (everyone ends up ok tho) / recovery / injury recovery / kissing / smoking / anal fingering / oral sex / anal sex / getting together / hurt/comfort / they're dumb / blow jobs / outdoor sex.
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figures, it would take a bullet to the gut for john to get his shit together.
ft. aggressive smoking, pining, and cowboy fools
samaritan by fallen_arazil
rating: explicit.
archive warning: graphic depictions of violence / major character death.
categories: M/M, F/M.
relationships: john marston/arthur morgan, eliza/arthur morgan.
additional tags: child death / alternate universe - canon divergence / angst / relationship(s) / protective john marston / families of choice / alternate universe - bounty hunters / POV third person limited / divided loyalties / hurt/comfort / dysfunctional relationships.
summary:
Second epilogue added
Arthur Morgan followed his own advice and left the gang when he had a child (the canonical Eliza and Isaac), taking up as a bounty hunter. Along the way he picked up a young John Marston, who thus never runs with Dutch. Despite leaving, Arthur never truly left his connections behind him, and when Dutch asked for help, he always answered. In 1899, during the event of the game, this arrangement might eventually force Arthur to choose to whom he truly owes his loyalty.
John sneered. "You think I'd protect Dutch Van der Linde? Believe me, if I knew where he was, I'd tell you. Hell, I'd go get him myself. He's worth 10 large right now."
Milton sneered right back. "I am not a fool, Mister Marston, kindly do not treat me as one. You would do nothing without Arthur Morgan's say-so, and that will be what puts you on the gallows right beside him."
we are lost men by drow
rating: teen & up audiences.
archive warning: no archive warnings apply.
categories: M/M.
additional tags: the classic sharing a room scene.
summary:
He wonders what John is thinking right now, with his hand raised as if to stroke his cheek. He wants to say, 'what are you doing, you damned fool' but instead. Instead, he closes his eyes.
white december by WhyWouldIEver
rating: teen & up audiences.
archive warning: no archive warnings apply.
categories: M/M.
additional tags: alternate universe - canon divergence / pining / oblivious pining / kissing / john and abigail are bff / soft boys because it's christmas / arthur angry arthur sad arthur is confusion / now they’re treeeeee tree fallin’ / i love myself for that pun / legend of the east satchel logic / blizzards & snowstorms.
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John's been avoiding Arthur for years, much to Arthur's confusion. A blizzard rolls in when they're riding back to the gang after a job and now they gotta find a way to keep warm while cooped up in a tiny shack to wait out the storm. Naturally, some secrets are revealed.
don't let it fool you by midnights
rating: not rated.
archive warning: creator chose not to use archive warnings.
categories: M/M.
additional tags: pre-canon / first kiss / pining / angst / angst with a happy ending / hand jobs / bonfires / drinking / john has a crush / young arthur morgan / high honor arthur morgan / (obviously) / fluff and angst / brokeback mountain if it had a happy ending and was about arthur and john / and was also... totally different
summary:
dutch sends arthur and john to a ranch in big valley to tame a herd of wild horses.
ft. horse tamin', star gazin', and pining
all of them wolves by thegoodreverend
rating: explicit.
archive warning: creator chose not to use archive warnings.
categories: M/M, multi.
relationships: john marston/arthur morgan, abigail roberts marston/john marston.
additional tags: SLOW BURN y'all / touch-starved arthur / the trapper au nobody asked for / AU / trapper!arthur morgan / bisexual arthur morgan / bisexual john marston / one good boy and one screaming raccoon trying to get out of that outlaw life / there's some abigail/john/arthur mostly just mentioned / rancher ot3 au is the fandom hill i will die on
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Arthur Callahan has left a name and a lifetime behind him. He's content with a life of solitude in the foothills north of Big Valley. Things are simple, and safer than his time riding with Dutch van der Linde.
Until one day, they aren't.
moving right along by devils_trap
rating: explicit.
archive warning: underage*.
categories: M/M.
additional tags: pre-canon / john marston and his fight to prove himself / would it be weird to tag for home invasion bc that's...what this is / homestead robbery home invasion / bisexual john marston / bisexual arthur morgan / crossdressing / genderplay / not sure how to tag for that since it's all john and all kinda nebulous / period-typical homophobia / implied/referenced child abuse / period-typical sexism / though it's...arthur pigtail pulling more than anything / alcohol use / this became a super long character study sorry y'all / praise Kink / anal sex / anal fingering / rimming oral / sex / top arthur / bottom john
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There’s nothing like it: the knowledge of a job well done, a plan carefully crafted, Arthur fucking Morgan's stamp of approval. Even though it hasn’t exactly happened yet, it’s going to go flawlessly, John can feel it. John made sure of it.
* john's age is not stated.
a problem shared by laetificat
rating: explicit.
archive warning: no archive warnings apply.
categories: M/M.
summary:
Arthur knows John like he knows his own skin.
#morston#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#ficrec#casually drops a ficrec while never using tumblr to post#hiii#:3#john marston#arthur morgan
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Can't believe she's gone - sirius black x reader meet cute scenario?
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No seriously…marry me
Sirius Black x fem! reader
Summary: Sirius and y/n’s first meeting is as chaotic as them
Warnings: swearing, one wizard slur, first meeting, reader and sirius' shamlessly flirting, stangers to love interests
A/n: 0.4k words, muggleborn reader, the phrase meet cute always makes me think of the movie the holiday, anyway thank you for the request, enjoy xx
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Sirius was running pretty quickly through the library, he had dipped in after getting spilt off from his fellow Marauders. In his rush to hide from Lastrange and his goons however, he turns the corner looking backwards and crashes straight into someone
He heard a whine and quickly shifted off of them “Merlin are you okay?” he asks, blinking a little quickly to get his eyes to focus and when they do, he sees a girl rubbing her elbow
“Way to sweep a gal off her feet” you let out a small giggle
He laughs too, happy that you weren’t mad “Does it hurt?” he checks nodding at your arm
You shake your head “Arms fine...I think you broke my arse though” you joke and he chuckles
“Y/n” you hold out your hand
Smiling he accept it “Sirius, pleasure to meet you, cutie” he winks
“Pleasures all mine handsome” you wink back
I like her, he thinks before his eyes widen at the sound of his pursuers closing in “Oh fuck” he cringes looking around for somewhere to hide
You seem to somewhat understand what’s happening, quickly standing up “Come on handsome” you grab his hand, pulling the boy to his feet before leading him through the library
Sirius didn’t have time to say or think as he was dragged over towards a set of windows and ushered up on top of them before you climbed up as well, drawing the curtains around you both, chests pretty much touching as you panted
“Hello” he whispers with a wicked grin and you shush him, placing a finger over his lips and making his grin shifts to that of amusement
Sighing in relief, you remove your finger, hearing Lastrange and his friends continue running past the widow and their footsteps receding
“Hi” you smile up at him not making an attempt to move
“You know usually I take a girl on a date before letting her drag me into a dark, rather secuded corner” he smirks leaning down, pressing you into the wall behind you just a little
You don’t get flustered that easily though “I’d say hiding from a bunch of mean snakes constitutes as a decent first date” you lean in letting your noses touch teasingly
He looks surprised but smiles “You in my year?” he wonders and you hum in confirmation “How have I never noticed you?” he says softly, eyes glancing down your figure
“I’m good at keeping under the radar” you say smugly “You remember in last year when Snape was all disorganised and he fucked up that potion?”
“Yeah?” he extends the syllables beginning to smile
“Well I moved his favourite desk a couple of millimetres back every week, as well as his ingredients subtly when he wasn’t looking to make him think he’s going crazy. Eventually causing him think two of the ingredients were around the wrong way around and made his potion blow up because that’s what you get for calling me a mudblood” you explain with a proud look, yes it was petty but revenge tasted so sweet
His mouth drops open “Marry me” he whispers and you laugh “No seriously…marry me”
#sirius black and reader#sirius black and you#sirius black x reader#sirius black x y/n#sirius black x you#sirius x reader#sirius black#sirius and reader#sirius x y/n#marauders era#siriusblack#marauders#robyns1kcelebration#sirius black fanfiction
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Enchanted - Joe Keery
Warnings: Angst. implied sumt, language.
Author's note: Here is the first part of the Enchanted series with Joe!! Hope you all enjoy. Dress is part two, so watch out for it soon! :)
“There I was again tonight. Forcing laughter, faking smiles. Same old tired, lonely place. Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face. All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you. Your eyes whispered, have we met. 'Cross the room your silhouette starts to make its way to me.”
I got my dream job a year ago and met my dream guy, but it’s not the basic happily ever after you hear in the fairytales or see in the Disney Movies. My job created many sleepless nights, and my dream guy may have possibly had a girlfriend. We hit it off as soon as we met and became best friends instantly. He was who I called when I needed comfort and when I needed company. I met Joe when I became a production assistant on his show, Stanger Things. I worked closely with him and the cast, but Joe became my other half. We were always taking lunches together and hanging out in his trailer between takes. I was in love with him, but he had no clue and after seeing him with some brunette for over six months, I felt it was best to keep it that way. Tonight, was the premiere for the new season and I was beyond excited to see him all cleaned up and classically handsome. I wore my favorite red sparkly dress, curled my hair, and finished the look with a classic red lip. I felt like I was Marilyn Monroe attending a Hollywood premiere, but I was going alone. I walked the red carpet with some of my coworkers and chatted with all their dates. I tried to seem happy and like I was truly enjoying myself, but I only wanted to be here with one person, Joe.
“Hey kiddo, have you seen Joe yet?” I ask walking up to Gaten before he grabs me into a hug.
“Y/N! You look beautiful tonight. I believe he just arrived; he should be at the front of the carpet.” Gaten says smiling and pointing to the front of the carpet.
I turned around and seen Joe looking more handsome than I could ever imagined. He was in a basic black suit, with a red tie that matched my dress, almost like he read my mind. But the most surprising (and exciting part) was that he arrived alone. His usual brunette arm candy was nowhere to be seen. Me and Joe finally locked eyes and as if he knew I needed him, he came running to me, by passing all the reporters yelling his name for pictures or interviews.
“My girl! Holy smokes, you look amazing.” Joe says finally reaching me and wrapping me in a hug that makes my stomach erupt with butterflies. He holds my shoulders and admires my dress, before locking eyes with me again and smiling.
“Joey! You look dang handsome yourself.” I say placing a kiss on his cheek and accidentally leaving a bright red lip mark on his cheek.
“Shit! I’m sorry, I forgot about my lipstick.” I say laughing as I wipe it away and notice my cheeks becoming red.
“I don’t mind at all having proof a pretty girl gave me a kiss.” Joe says, his cheeks turning equally as red. My stomach turned at the flirting he was putting off tonight. Was I just playing tricks on myself, or did I finally have a chance with the boy I have been in love with since I first met him over a year ago. I felt every inch of insecurity and hopelessness leave my body now that I was with Joe.
“I think I pissed some reporters off by finding you. Want to come with me and walk the carpet properly?” He asked grabbing my hand and squeezing it. Joe could always read my mind. Its like he knew when I was feeling down or alone, and tonight was no exception.
“I would love to, Joey.” I said squeezing his hand back in reassurance. We walked the red carpet and Joe made sure I was on his arm for every picture. I felt like I was getting a glimpse of what it would be like to be Joe’s girl for real. I was brought back to reality when a reporter yelled, “Look! It’s our favorite set of best friends!” as Joe and I were walking past. Of course, Joe was my best friend and I never wanted to lose him, but I wish he knew how much I had fallen in love with him and how much I wanted to be everyone’s favorite couple.
“The playful conversation starts. Counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy. And it was enchanting to meet you. All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you. This night is sparkling, don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew, I was enchanted to meet you.”
After we finally got to our seats for the showing, we were both exhausted from all the questions. Joe and I had a secret language that only the both of us understood. We spent many days on set joking and making fun of each other so much that it became second nature. Joe grabbed my hand midway through the screening when he could tell I was getting tired.
“Remember this scene? We could not film it for laughing so much at me having to take my shirt off.” Joe leans over and whispers in my ear. I start laughing remembering my cat calling and whistles that caused everyone in the scene to laugh and join along, which caused the whole scene to take way longer than we wanted.
“What can I say, Mr. Keery, I was just saying what we were all thinking.” I say as I nudged my head into his neck. He settles his head on top of mine while we finish watching the showing.
“You look beautiful tonight” Joe says placing a kiss on my head. My heart dropped into my stomach as my thoughts raced. Was I dreaming all his flirty remarks, or have we become so comfortable together that we say things without thinking. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it as my way of saying thank you.
The after party followed the showing and I mingled around the room without Joe for a bit. I was becoming anxious with the crowd and began to worry where Joe was or who he was with.
“Hey, pretty girl, you thirsty?” I heard someone say behind me and all my worries were gone once I noticed the familiar voice.
“I. Am. Dying” I say laughing and grabbing the wine glass from Joe, then taking a large swig.
“Slow down there hot stuff” he says grabbing me by my waist and pulling me in. My heart caught in my throat at his pet name and the way his hand fit perfectly on my curves.
“Can I be serious for a moment, Joey?” I say lying my head on his shoulder.
“Always” He says laying his head on top of mine.
“You always make me feel so comfortable at these types of things and I would not want to go anywhere without you” I say taking another swig of my wine.
“Ditto. You’re my absolute best friend”. He says placing a small kiss on my head. My heart dropped when he said best friend. Of course, we were but I yearned so badly to be more. Did he not want to? Maya sees us cuddled up by the bar and comes over with the biggest smile.
“Is it finally official?” She says giving me a hug once I released from Joe’s grasp.
“Is what official?” Joe says with a slight chuckle.
“You two! We have had bets on how long it would take, since apparently you two are the only ones who don’t know you are in love” she says. Joe clears his throat and I notice his mood shift.
“What? Us? Nope. Just best friends” I say forcing a smile.
“Yep, nothing to see here. Excuse me for a minute” Joe says running his hands through his hair. I watch as he walks away to the back.
“What was that all about?” Maya says, a concerned look forming on her face.
“I honestly have no idea. Maybe it’s just him who isn’t in love” I say, feeling tears forming in my eyes.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Maya says taking me to sit at one of the tables.
“Can I be honest with you?” I say, wiping my tears
“Of course!” Maya says, leaning to grab my hands
“I am so in love with that man and all he wants to be is best friends. I’m surprised his arm candy didn’t come tonight” I say looking to the ground.
“She has nothing on you. You have that man’s heart, he just has to admit it to himself” Maya says. I notice Joe emerge from the back and head over to us.
“The lingering question kept me up, 2 AM, who do you love? I wonder 'til I'm wide awake and now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door. I'd open up and you would say, "Hey" It was enchanting to meet you”. All I know is, I was enchanted to meet you. This night is sparkling, don't you let it go, I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew that this night is flawless, don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew, I was enchanted to meet you. This is me praying that this was the very first page. Not where the story line ends. My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon. I was enchanted to meet you. Please don't be in love with someone else, please don't have somebody waiting on you.”
“I think I’m going to head home, I am exhausted” I say as Joe returns to the table. He can tell something is on my mind, but this time he doesn’t ask what.
“Do you need any company on the ride home? I can call us a cab” Joe asks, grabbing my hand and squeezing it in his knowing way.
“I’m okay, I can just call a cab and call it a night. Thank you, handsome” I say, kissing Joe’s cheek.
“Anything for my girl” he says wrapping me in one final hug. I look over to Maya who is smiling at the exchange with an I told you so look to me. Joe walks me to the cab.
“Listen, about what Maya said…” He begins.
“No, it’s all okay. Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you tomorrow for our movie night?” I say smiling and squeezing his shoulder.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world” Joe says opening the car door for me. I climb in as Joe shuts the door and I smile at tonight’s events. All of the flirting Joe did and how clingy he was to my body. All of the looks exchanged across the room between the two of us. I began to blush and smile at how lucky I am to have Joe in my life, even if it is just as a best friend. I begin to wonder if I take up as much space in his mind when we aren’t together as he does mine. I get home to my empty apartment that overlooks New York City. I texted Joe to let him know I made it home. I grab a glass of wine and sit down to read a book by the window illuminating my apartment with the lights of NYC, still in tonight’s dress, too exhausted to take it off. I checked my phone and Joe never replied, which is not like him, but my guess was his lady showed up after I left the party. My heart sank at this thought, and I hoped I wasn’t right. The thought of him taking her home and touching her body the way I dreamed of at night made my stomach turn. I hear a knock at my door that breaks my train of thought. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I get up and open the door.
“Listen to me and don’t say a word” It was Joe pushing past me into my apartment.
“About what Maya said…” He began
“Joe, I said it’s fine….” But he shuts me up with his lips crashing onto mine. I feel like I am in a dream as my head spins.
“I said don’t say a word, damn it.” Joe says breaking the kiss. I blush and suddenly cower in his now dominate presence.
“I am so in love with you, Y/N. I have been since the moment we met. I never admitted this to you for the fear I would lose you as a friend and I could not bear the thought of my life without you” Joe says pulling me in close, touching his forehead to mine.
“But I don’t care anymore. I am so damn in love with you, Y/N and no other girl compares to you.” He says staring deep into my eyes with those big hazel puppy dog eyes.
“Can I talk now?” I say giggling as Joe wraps his hands around my waist, causing me to shiver at his touch.
“The floor is all yours, beautiful” He says smiling down at me.
“I am so damn in love with you too, Joesph David Keery. I always have been. You are not only my best friend, but the absolute love of my life. It has been a tortuous 6 months watching you with another girl” I say, grabbing his hands to lead him to the couch.
“You have no idea how magical you have made my night. You looked like a princess tonight you know that? My princess” He says crashing his lips onto mine again. This time it’s more aggressive and needy. I know exactly what Joe wants and so do I.
“Joey, Baby?” I say breaking our kiss.
“Mhmmmhm?” He says pushing me further down on the couch, his hands becoming more and more needy and roaming every inch of my body.
“Take me to my bedroom and make up for every moment you never confessed your love to me” I say taking his hand to lead him to my corner bedroom.
“I’d love you for the rest of our lives if you asked me to, baby girl” Joe says following in behind me.
To be continued…..
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Dollar Bin #15:
Gordon Lightfoot's Summer Side of Life
Forget Dylan going electric; let's talk about when Gordon Lightfoot did it.
I said so early on in our quest through the Dollar Bin, but I'll repeat it here: Gordon Lightfoot is The Lord of the Dollar Bin. He dwells there and holds the title because he recorded a zillion albums in the 60's and 70's that people are too dumb to seize.
Why don't they get seized? Maybe it's his perm; or maybe it's his occasional corpulence or his often regrettable mustache: Gordon always used his album covers to show off his latest look, and I'm not sure that was the best call.
Consider the cover for Dream Street Rose. Gordon presents himself as the stepdad you keep a leery eye on, the mechanic you supervise, the dentist you keep your mouth shut for, the first guy to get bounced out of the bar. He sure doesn't look like someone you should invite onto your turntable. He might knock it over.
His male peers were either handsome and/or goofy enough to grace their covers (Bob Dylan is a handsome dude and a goof; Bruce Springsteen is freaking hot) or they were smart enough, most of the time, to focus their album covers on something other than their gangly looks (here's looking at you Neil Young!).
But don't be fooled by Gord's covers; every Lightfoot album, from the greatest hits collection Gord's Gold (for which he wears the most pleather of jackets) to Back Here On Earth (for which he sniffs a daisy, sensitivey) is a Dollar Bin steal. And Summer Side of Life is a Dollar Bin behemoth.
Summer Side of Life came out on the heels of what most Gordos (that's what you can call the most serious fans of Gordon, like me) consider his masterpiece, 1970's Sit Down Stranger (which was reissued almost immediately as If You Could Read My Mind). That record saw him do more than offer up one of the greatest songs ever written (that would be, of course, If You Could Read My Mind; and if you don't consider that song to be one of the greatest songs ever written, please, reader, read my mind: you are wrong.) 1970 also saw Lightfoot pivot up to Neil's own Reprise Records, and with the move you can hear him beginning to trade his humble Canadian penchant for simple folk-country production for the orchestration and grandeur one associates with "serious" 70's artists.
Take a listen to his expanded palate on Poor Little Allison. The guy who once lived off rice, beans and brewskies has ordered up some guac.
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So, let's call Sit Down Stanger/IYCRMML his version of Bringing it All Back Home: new instruments come in, and there is even a whisper of drums in the mix, but he's not ready/allowed to leave his winning folky formula behind for good.
Summer Side of Life, recorded in late 1970, is where Gord puts his foot down and declares full revolution, complete with bayonets, cannons and intrigue; Summer Side of Life is therefore his Highway 61 Revisited. Is it as good as that? No. Nothing is! But Summer Side of Life is awesome enough for the analogy to (mostly) hold up.
Let's go song by song on this edition of the Dollar Bin, and thereby demonstrate that Gord is indeed gold.
Side 1.
The record opens with a reminder that Lightfoot likes to write about the weather. The sleigh bells in his classic Song for a Winter's Night take us out into the glistening snow; and of course he knows all about the Early Morning Rain. And so we are instantly comfortable and hooked by 10 Degrees and Getting Colder.
And the characters! By verse two I'm already anxious about the roving musician who's trying to get home to mother. Listen for the tambourine to come in, especially during the bridge. No one is playing the Moog or a sitar here, but Gord's already on track to redefine his signature sound.
And then we come to the second track, Miguel. Drop the needle immediately on Gord's passionate, stirring and straight-up lovey rewrite of Spanish is the Loving Tongue.
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Was Gord reading All the Pretty Horses while he wrote this? Hell no; that book came out 20 years after this song. Rather, Cormac McCarthy must be a big deal Gordo. Feel free to skip the novel, says I. You can just listen to Miguel instead.
The third track, Go My Way, is classic Lightfoot: three minutes of note perfect confectionery. It's like eating cream puffs while drinking beer. They're good together!
And then there's the title track. The omnipresent Kenny Buttrey shows up in a big way on Summer Side of Life, reminding us that this is a Nashville Record. What doesn't good old Kenny play on from this era? Was he the only drummer in Nashville? His Wikipedia page must be as long as Chewbacca's. They're both in everything, and they are always driving the beat/spaceship. They even kinda look alike!
But the real jedi master on Summer Side of Life is Richard Haynes on bass. He sounds like Jaco Pastorius here, and that dude was probably about 6 years old at this point. Listen to Haynes riff above the melody rather than dwell passively below.
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I love this track. Everything swells and sways. Gord was always too polite to write anything abrasive and reckless to compete with Like a Rolling Stone. But I'd argue songs like this one show he could write on an epic scale all the same. I'd be good with this song playing, alongside Carefree Highway, on giant speakers while my grandkids spread my ashes about in the backyard while cracking jokes about their crazy grandpa. Check that. I'll be stoked if that's what happens.
I suspect that the next track, Cotton Jenny, is why this record is not considered a masterpeice on par with IYCRMM. There's nothing wrong with the track - the arrangement is dense and complex and, when compared to what Dylan had done early that year to Little Sadie in a studio next door, the song is utterly masterful - but the melody falls into Gord's bubblegum category alongside other Lightfoot lightweights like Rainy Day People and Boss Man.
Perhaps it's because of Cotton Jenny's upbeat, sing-song riff that it was chosen as the only song from this record, other than the title track, to appear on Gord's Gold.
For anyone out there who doesn't own Lightfoot records and yet is, bizarrely, still reading this: Gord's Gold is your best first purchase. The Dollar Bin has plenty of copies, despite the fact that I routinely buy the record for my friends. I just feel like everyone deserves a copy.
I came of age listening to Gord's Gold. My buddy Eric and I would jubilantly declare our own bedtime long after midnight during our middle school sleepovers by blasting his dad's copy of disc 1. Lightfoot's trembling vibrato served our teenager idea of irony well when paired with our favorite song of that era, Dinosaur Jr's The Wagon.
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Purberty was dropping our voices in its uniquely erratic fashion at that point so singing along with good old Gordon about the Ribbon of Darkness checked every box of hilarity we needed.
But we'd fall asleep long before Cotton Jenny ever came on, and whenever I did make it that far in Gord's Gold I always found the track skip worthy. It was too happy, too pop-infused, too sweet. So when my wife brought Summer Side of Life home from the thrift store for me 6 to 10 years ago, I was polite but not stoked. I already had the song Summer Side of Life on Gord's Gold, and none of the other titles looked promising. Plus Cotton Jenny was on it.
However, my wife, for reasons best known to her, loathes Gordon Lightfoot. So her gift was a very generous one, even it had cost a grand total 50 cents. So I played it. No one else in the family cared too much, but I was instantly ashamed of having passed Summer Side of Life by in the Dollar Bin for 20+ years.
Let's all pause for a moment and acknowledge my sainted wife. She isn't Dylan girlfriend material: she doesn't cook, sew or make flowers grow for me; rather she is the greatest human in the history of humans. And she bought me Summer Side of Life.
Back to our song by song meander:
Happily, after we make it through Cotton Jenny, Gordon ends Side 1 with one of his greatest and least appreciated songs. You won't find Talking in Your Sleep on Gord's Gold, or even on any of the subsequent and expanded "best of" packages that followed. But it's a better love song than Softly or Beautiful and it's a worthy successor to the best story of strained love this side of Blood on the Tracks, If You Could Read My Mind.
Enjoy the perfect picking, sway along with Buttery's driving murmur, reach out for the pulsing bass, and then, midway through, marvel at The Jordanaires' odd, yet perfect, backing vocals. Slow down, my friends. Slow down and listen to Gordon Lightfoot calling out to us, lending each of us some pure Dollar Bin beauty on this fine Friday.
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Side 2!
We open with a bilingual piece of grace, Nous Vivons Ensemble. I love hearing English speaking artists sing in French, a language I cannot count past un du tua in. Think of Leonard Cohen crossing that surreal, trembling border in The Partisan, or Sandy Denny explaining Dylan to French people in Si Tu Dois Partir. Remember Mick Jagger busting out his grammar school knowledge of the language in Brussels in 73 while he struts and sweats and whoops. Best yet, think of James McNew mangling the language and probably the entire culture on A Plea for Tenderness.
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Lightfoot, alternatively, clearly speaks French well enough to write a song in the language, then warble it over a hunting piano borrowed from the Bryter Layter sessions. Hey Gord: Je vous aime. Like, totally.
And then there's Same Old Loverman. Yes, Gordon Lightfoot wrote a song with that title and he sings it with a straight face. It's pure and perfect schmaltz, and I love every note. Again, listen to the bass! There are two separate and glorious lines of it side by side in the opening, then again in the bass solo at the 2 minute mark. Yes, this song has a bass solo, and that allows Gordon ample time to drop in on seven separate ladies midsong. All of them swoon.
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I find it incomprehensible that Dylan, who is a huge Gordo himself, has never covered this track. My Famous Brother is probably standing up and shouting at this moment that Dylan did indeed cover Same Old Loverman in February, 1996 while touring Sweden on the Neverending Tour. If that's indeed the case, spend me a link Bro! I'll bet Bob sounds like he's singing about a Sane, Bold Lumberjack. I hope he plays Handy Dandy directly afterwards.
Redwood Hill finds us suddenly in Cajun country; Lightfoot sets the stage for much of the rest of Paul Simon's career here by successfully dipping a beautiful big toe in a foreign genre for one single song before abandoning that genre and moving on. If I was a Ragin' Cajun I'd call this cultural appropriation. But I'm not Ragin' or Cajun, so I'm into it.
Love and Maple Syrup should be as awkward as the title, and the transition between verses is a bit clunky, I guess, but otherwise this is classic hometown Lightfoot. People in Gordon's hometown don't just talk about the home team, which is still on fire. They also contemplate the laws of nature and line up to rob the forest of her wine; everyone longs to be understood.
Three different times in the track there's a slightly unhinged guitar piece that Gordon doubles with his voice. Keep in mind that this was recorded pretty much at the same moment as Moondance and Stephen Stills' paean to all things terrible, Love the One your With. In 1970 Stephen Still was just beginning his reign of harmonic terror and Van Morrison was still figuring out what music could be made with his voice. Meanwhile, Gordon was recording his sixth album. Five years later Van the Man would record the greatest jazz/pop live record of all time by any grumpy, anti-vaccing white dude, but in 1971 Gord was his Dad. And Stephen Stills forever trembles before them both, cowering.
Cabaret ends the record and is its oddest song. The track definitely is not Lightfoot's Desolation Row, so my Highway 61 analogy has fallen on hard times at this point. But the song's title is apropos: this is really a collection of unrelated side by side performances rather than a unified song. Belle and Sebastian's future horn section jumps in and out early on; the guitar work initially doodles without any direction. It all sounds odd, especially for someone as finicky about arrangements as Lightfoot.
But then, mid-track, we find ourselves in a totally unrelated road song. We're on our way to Reno from north On-tar-I-0. And that's a long drive! I checked Google Maps and they refuse to even calculate the distance or drive time. But the bass is once again bubbling conversationally and we fade out of this wonderful record wishing we were taking an even longer drive with good old Gord.
Rest in peace, Gordon Lightfoot. Thank you for forever lording over the Dollar Bin; you made timeless beauty for us all to treasure.
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Back to the future to the Clone wars!
I have an idea where after rotj, Luke time travels back to the clone wars due to Force shenanigans. It just dumps him at the front of the Jedi Temple. Thinking this is just a vision, he walks in. People give him weird looks. Everyone knows everyone at the temple and they've no idea who this blonde twink is.
Meanwhile Luke is just wandering around entranced! So this is what the Jedi order was supposed to be like! So bright and good, like a beacon. So many people. He's overwhelmed. He starts to tear up. The Force did not feel like this in his timeline. It had been broken and bent. Even after his father restored balance the Light side did not feel so full like this.
Naturally he is eventually stopped and taken to the Council. This is when Luke realizes he Fucked Up and this is all somehow very real.
Several seats are empty. The only person he recognizes is Yoda. He seems so different from the one he'd met on Dagobah.
The doors open behind him and two men stroll through.
"Sorry we're late. Someone held us up."
"Hey! Don't put this on me! You're the one who had to comb his hair for the hundredth time!"
Luke stares. Obi-Wan Kenobi takes his seat. He was so much younger. Only a few gray strands in his auburn hair. The other man is harder to place. But somehow Luke knows.
Luke blinks heavily. He can't quite math right now, but by his calculations Anakin was only a year older than him. It was just…weird seeing him like this. No scars except for the one on his right brow. Dirty blonde hair that curled. He was quite handsome when he was younger. He hadn't known that.
Anakin takes a seat beside Obi-Wan. They are still smiling fondly at each other.
"Good, now that we're all finally here. Who are you?" Asks the scary black man Jedi, tearing Luke out of his thoughts.
"I'm Luke Sk–" kriff he can't say Skywalker! "Skyyyyy. Yep. Luke sky."
Luke feels apprehensive. These are the Jedi Masters of old so surely he can trust them. But they are still strangers. Would they even believe him if he told them the truth?
After a few awkward questions Luke asks to speak with Yoda privately. Hoping his old master will give him the benefit of the doubt.
He is granted a private audience everyone clears out. Luke ends up telling him everything. That he's from the future. That he'd been exploring an old Jedi temple when suddenly the Force opened up and spat him out here. He believes that perhaps he is meant to prevent a great catastrophe from coming to pass.
Yoda feels the truth of his words.
"Truth you speak. Pure your heart is."
"Have you ever heard of someone traveling through time?" Luke asks.
Yoda shakes his head. "Strange the Force is. Stanger things, still, have happened."
They don't know how to get Luke back but in the meantime Luke wants to figure out how to fix the past.
Yoda holds up a clawed hand. "Careful we must be. Undo the threads of fate you will, should you not proceed with caution."
"But that's what I'm trying to do! Undo the past!"
"Rewrite too much and cause more destruction you might."
Luke thinks for a moment. Even more destruction? He cannot even imagine it.
"Delicate, time is. Perhaps not meant to change things you are. Meant to learn."
Luke cannot accept that. If the Force wanted him to learn then this would be a simple vision. He wouldn't actually, physically be here. Luke didn't want to break time itself, just a very specific Sith Lord.
They assign him temporary rooms and Luke leaves to mediate in them. He thinks about everything that has happened. Everything that will happen. Yoda was right. If Luke tried to take Palpatine down now yeah he could save the galaxy. But what if he was killed in the attempt? What if he failed? It was his father who killed Palpatine in his timeline. He was still the Chosen One. It was his destiny that would bring balance to the Force not Luke's. Would interfering with that change the prophecy?
He pulls up the datapad they provided him with. He does not know exactly how the Order falls nor when. Palpatine controlled the narrative and he cannot trust what history holobooks have taught him. But he does know the gist of it. That at this very point in time Sidous is trying to poison his father's mind, and he is manipulating both the Republic and Separatists from the Chancellor's seat.
He reads up on the current affairs in the holonews. They were near the end of the war it looked like. Dooku has been defeated by Anakin Skywalker. He could tell the Council who Palpatine was and they could all arrest him and justice would be served. But then would the galaxy still view the Jedi traitors as they had been in the future? Palpatine had twisted the narrative in his favor last time. Could he twist it again? Luke has no evidence of Palpatine's deceit. No one to testify. Count Dooku is already dead and cannot come forward. His only real chance is to record the Chancellor and reveal his plans. But that in itself was a dangerous task. He needed help.
Coming out of meditation, Luke goes back Yoda's quarters. But apparently he is away at the moment. He paces nervously down the hall to find him. He'll just have to tell him who Sidious is and then convince him to let Luke gather evidence first instead of going to fight him.
He comes across the refectory. He was rather hungry. Perhaps he should eat. Luke stops dead in his tracks when he sees his father and Ben walking out.
He's staring so hard that Anakin Skywalker looks at him. "You got a problem buddy?" His father frowns at him. "You were staring before too."
"Anakin, be nice." Obi-Wan chides him. "He's probably never seen The Hero with No Fear in person before."
Anakin blushes, immediately turning to his former Master. "Obi-Wan!"
Obi-Wan chuckles warmly, it is light and simultaneously deep. So much brighter and carefree than old man Ben.
Anakin turns back to him. He squints. "Hey, do I know you from somewhere? You seem familiar."
"Nope! Gotta go I hear someone calling me bye!"
He rushes away, heart pounding.
After that disastrous ordeal, Luke calms down enough to go find Yoda. After asking several people, he locates him in the Room of a Thousand Fountains. It's unlike anything he's seen. It's beautiful.
"Come, sit." Yoda waves a claw beside him.
"Master Yoda." Luke bows his head. "I know you advised against changing the past, but I believe if we do this right, we can prevent the Dark Side from triumphing."
He then tells him about Sidious. Yoda is grave at the news. But when Luke proposes to spy on him to record evidence Yoda hums thoughtfully. Then to his surprise, he chuckles.
"Perhaps meant to change the future after all you were."
"What do you mean?"
Yoda pokes the end of his stick at him. "Tasked with spying on the Chancellor, Anakin Skywalker already has been."
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Luke is to watch Anakin watching Palpatine. Which, yeah alright, convoluted planning but Luke doesn't know what else to do. The official story he's given is that Luke is a Jedi who has lost his memory and needs a liaison to help him get back on his feet. Anakin is just the man for the job. Which means he gets to shadow Anakin everywhere.
Palpatine warmly greets him at their first meeting, giving his condolences for his amnesia.
"We can only hope it's temporary." He says.
"Yep." Luke sits awkwardly. Wishing to be elsewhere, wishing he could just take his saber and fight him now.
"Will you be joining Anakin from now on?"
"Not everywhere sir." Luke says, reminding himself to be polite. "Knight Skywalker mentioned he was meeting you and I just couldn't pass up the chance to meet the Chancellor of the Republic."
Palpatine chuckles. "Understandable, Knight Sky. I do hope I live up to your expectations."
Luke smiles with all teeth. "You do, sir."
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Only Yoda is aware of Luke's secret mission to help Anakin spy on Palpatine. Because of that, it would be moot to accompany his father to every meeting. Palpatine wouldn't incriminate himself in front of a stranger. So Luke shadows Anakin to the Senate building and then pretends to wait outside while they visit. He claims he's aquainting himself with the other Senators and exploring the city when in reality he is listening in. He carefully attaches recording devices to Anakin's robes. He feels bad for the deception, but he knows it would only anger his father to learn that Luke was here as a spy too. He'd probably think that Yoda was undermining him. That he didn't have faith in his talents or worse.
Luke ends up moving into Anakin’s old padawan room as part of his cover. He sees a picture of him and Ahsoka. Anakin holds the picture looking sad. Luke wishes he could tell him she grew up to be strong and wise in the Force even if she did not wear the title of Jedi. She embodied their values and carried Anakin with her close to her heart. But he cannot say anything. So he does not.
Rooming with his father is weird but fun. They have fame nights. They say up watching bad holomovies. They take turns cooking meals. Anakin is everything Ben and Ahsoka had told him and more. He is carefree, but also determined. He is passionate and headstrong. Luke loves him. And he misses him.
And so, the shadowing. As Anakin "re-teaches" Luke the basics of being a Jedi, he finds out just how much time his father actually spends with Obi-Wan Kenobi. Which is nearly all of it. And it's nice for the most part. Ben was kind and Luke had always liked him. This version is even chattier. He jokes more. But there are times when things get a bit…awkward.
Luke finds himself in the middle of more than one argument between his old mentor and his father. It's uncomfortable as sith's hells. It was like they constantly forgot Luke was even in the room. Luke doesn't know which is worse; when they started fighting about whose turn it was to do the dishes ("I don't even live here!" "You're over so much you practically do!") or when they weren't even fighting and just got lost staring into each other's eyes or something. Also the pet names were… certainly there.
Every lunch period they sat pressed side by side at the table and ate off each other's plates. Luke is forced to watch.
"You have some sauce on your face, darling." Obi-Wan wipes it off with his thumb. His hand lingers on Anakin's chin. His father's eyes are heavy and dark as they look at Obi-Wan.
If Luke didn't know for a Fact that Anakin was married to Padme he would have bet the entire Republic that Ben and his father had been intimate. Which first of all, ew, second, what the fuck?
The man named Quinlan, who he'd been introduced to as Obi-Wan's old friend, pats his back sympathetically. "You'll get used to it. Everybody else is. They're just weird like that."
Luke cannot comprehend this. His brain refuses. It was like seeing your parents kiss except worse because Obi-Wan was Anakin's old Master. Luke cannot possibly imagine having the hots for any of his mentors.
Also, Ben has never mentioned this before?!? Then again perhaps it was for the best. Obviously Ben wouldn't have said anything to him about his odd relationship with Anakin. They were friends. That was that.
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The more Luke observes and listens in to closed door meetings, the more he is convinced of what he needs to do. Palpatine was clearly trying to separate The Team. He wanted to drive a wedge between Anakin and the Order. More specifically, Anakin and Obi-Wan. If Luke wanted to save the galaxy, he needed to keep them together.
When it is suggested that Obi-Wan go to Utapau to defeat General Grievous, Luke strongly advises against it. But the council overrules him. He is not a member after all. Luke wishes the Jedi records hadn't been destroyed for this time period. He's flying blind here. He's no idea what is supposed to happen. And if he doesn't know, then he can't take the correct steps to prevent it.
A few days after Obi-Wan leaves, Luke feels something stir in the Force. He grabs his comlink and contacts Obi-Wan in hysterics.
"This is Luke Sky, you have to come back to Coruscant!"
Obi-Wan refuses. The council has given him a mission.
"Anakin is in danger!"
Obi-Wan is silent and then, "What's happened?"
"I don't know exactly what's going on but the Force is in flux! If you do not come back right now, Anakin will fall to the Dark!"
"...how can you possibly know that?" He sounds suspicious. Disbelieving.
"Because I'm from the future!" He yells into the comm. "Only Master Yoda knows! He didn't want me to cause ripples in the timeline so we didn't tell anyone else! But that doesn't matter! Anakin Skywalker will become a Sith if you do not come back NOW! Look into the Force! Can't you feel it?? It's screaming!"
Obi-Wan does not respond for a minute. "I understand your distressed, but I have my orders."
The comm goes silent.
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Anakin rushes into the Council the next day. His face is pale and his breath is coming fast. He won't tell Luke what happened but Luke already knows. This is it. Sidious has revealed himself to him.
They go to the Council together. Anakin looks around, asking for Obi-Wan. Have him holo in at least. But Obi-Wan is out of reach and unavailable. So is Yoda. Off on Kashyyyk.
Mace, Kit, and Koth all go to arrest him. Anakin is ordered to stay behind with Luke. He paces angrily.
"They'll kill him…" He mutters. "They can't…I need him alive!"
Luke cannot calm him down. He tries but his words mean nothing to the man in front of him. Anakin won't listen. Anakin breaks free and rushes to the Senate building. Luke is close at his heels, he can't afford to let him out of his sight. When they get there the fight has already started. Only Mace is still alive by the time they arrive.
"Skywalker! Help me! We must end the Sith!"
"No! He needs to face trial!"
"He's too dangerous to be kept alive!"
Luke gripes his saber. What was the right choice here? Jump in and kill Palpatine? Or keep trying to calm his father down? Nothing seemed to be working on him. Anakin was only getting more and more agitated as Mace talked. He looked ill, he looked crazed.
"Anakin listen to Mace! It'll be alright! I have evidence of Palpatine's deceit! We can prove his guilt in court later but for now we need to defeat him!"
"What?" Anakin swivels towards him. "How do you…no, I don't care about evidence!" He spits. "I care about Padme! She's gonna die! I can't let her die!"
Wind whips around them as the window shatters from force lightning. Luke feels it swirl around. He's so confused. What did Sidious have to do with saving Padme? He thought she died in childbirth? He didn't have all the pieces. Something was missing.
Palpatine moves, Mace counters. Anakin cuts off Mace's hand. Mace screams in pain. Like a viper Sidious strikes, and then Mace is falling out the window. Luke tries to grab him but it's too late. It's too late.
Sidious is laughing. It is ugly and triumphant. Anakin falls backwards. "What have I done?" He gasps.
Luke goes to him.
"Come on! We can still stop him!"
Lighting hits him. Luke is thrown into the wall. He screams and clutches his sides. His skin burns.
"Thank you, my boy." Sidious says. "You have chosen wisely. I will give you the knowledge you need to save your wife, I promise you. But first, you must kneel before me and become my apprentice."
"Don't do it!"
Sidious blasts him again. He cries out. Anakin falls more than kneels. He's sweating, hands clenching and unclenching.
Father no!
Luke squeezes his eyes shut. He cannot watch this. He's failed.
"Anakin!"
His eyes snap open. Obi-Wan pants at the doorway, his saber drawn, chest heaving. He stares at Sidious, at the bodies of Koth and Kit Fisto. He spares a glance at Luke as well.
Sidious snarls at him. "Kenobi!" He raises his hands.
"No!" Anakin stands, planting himself between the two. Between Dark and Light. "You can't!"
"The Jedi are all traitors! Look at what they've tried to do! They wanted to kill me and take over the Republic!"
"That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" Obi-Wan cuts through him. He looks at Anakin. "Anakin are you alright?"
Anakin can barely think. His mind feels split apart. Luke knows this because he feels Anakin's pain as if it were his own. He can feel the choice warring inside him.
"We can't kill him…" He pleads weakly at Obi-Wan.
"Stand aside, my apprentice!" Sidious orders. "Today you and I shall purge the Jedi threat!"
Obi-Wan narrows his eyes. "Your apprentice?" He hisses. Luke has never seen Ben angry. He looks like a God, blue sabe blazing hungry for justice. "You will never sully my Padawan with your filthy hands!"
"I already have!" Sidious laughs. "Mace Windu is dead thanks to his help!"
Anakin flinches.
Obi-Wan's expression stiffens. "Is this true?"
Anakin backs away from him. Unable to look him in the eye.
"He is already mine! Now Anakin, kill him and take your rightful place by my side!"
"I didn't mean to." Anakin whispers, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Obi-Wan swallows, shaking off his shock. "I believe you. It's not too late, come back to me, darling." He holds out his hand for Anakin to take. "You're still a Jedi, we can get through this together."
"There is no going back! Only forward!" Sidious cackles. "Come Anakin! What will it be? Join me and save your wife, or join the Jedi traitor and slay both me and the Republic which you stand for?"
Obi-Wan falters at the word 'wife.' Anakin's hands are pulling at his hair. He's shaking apart.
Sidious gives a smirk over at Obi-Wan. "The boy has already chosen, Kenobi. Or did he not yet share with you the fact that he planned to leave the Order and forsake his vows to be with Padmé? She's pregnant, you know."
Obi-Wan's hand is still outstretched but it has lowered significantly. He looks from Sidious to Anakin, trying to find the lie. Anakin's face tells all. Sidious grins.
"Or perhaps you should tell him of your misdeeds on Tatooine?"
"Stop!" Anakin begs him. But Sidious does not listen.
"Remember how you told me about that night? How you touched the dark side and massacred an entire village in revenge for your mother's death?"
Obi-Wan's face is pale. His arm pulls back, no longer reaching for him. Anakin gives a sob.
Palpatine places a hand over Anakin's shoulder. "You see my boy? Even your old master rejects you. Only I accept you for who you are."
The Force roars around him. Whispering to him. Luke finds the strength to stand. His bones scream at him to lie back down. But he must. He must do this.
"Tell him the truth!" He yells. All three heads swivel in his direction. Sidious looks confused, like he'd completely forgotten Luke was even there.
Luke looks at Obi-Wan. "Tell him the truth!" He begs. He doesn't even know what truth he is referring to. But somehow he knows this is what the Force wants him to say.
Obi-Wan looks back at Anakin. His eyes trace his face. The face of a man who had lied to him and kept secrets. Who would leave his side for another. Who would make deals with Sith Lords for knowledge and power.
"Dear one," his hand reaches out once more, palm up, waiting for his hand. "I'm here. I'm not leaving. Whatever it is that troubles you, I will help you." He pauses, voice wobbling from emotion. "I love you, Anakin. No matter what you have done I love you always."
Anakin gives a wretched cry. He reaches to take Obi-Wan's hand.
Sidious snarls. "NO!" Lightning crackles. "Kenobi you have interfered for the last time!"
Sidious raises his hands.
Anakin swirls on the spot. He lights his saber without thought. Acting on instinct. He cuts Sidious from shoulder to sternum. The old man falls dead.
Anakin collapses onto the floor. Obi-Wan immediately hugs him to chest. He shushes him quietly.
"I'm here, I'm here it's alright. You did it Anakin. He's gone."
With the danger passed, the adrenaline leaves Luke and he collapses. His eyes close and the world fades away.
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Luke opens his eyes to an opulent ceiling. He squints at it. He does not recognize this ceiling. He sits up. Where was he?
He can see he is in a room with lavish furniture and carvings surrounding him. He gets up and wanders out. The balcony shows him a lush, beautiful lakeside. He turns back inside to investigate. Was he still in the past?
The door flings itself open. His sister walks in. She looks angry.
"Leia!" He goes to hug her. He wraps his arms around her. She squirms against him.
"Luke, what are you doing? Stop it!"
"I missed you so much! Where even are we? How did we get here?"
Leia flattens him with a look. "Acting stupid won't save you from getting out of it! I know you and mom conspired against me! Admit it!"
Luke stops. "Mom?" He whispers.
"Yes! Our mother! You both went behind my back and invited Dad to my wedding! It's my wedding, I can ban whomever I want!"
"You're getting married?"
Leia squints. "Real cute, Luke. It's soooo funny that someone actually wants to marry haha we get it. Just fess up and admit it! You invited Dad, didn't you?!"
Okay so, if he has this right, it is present time. But a different present where Padme lived. Okay. Cool. He can uh, he can work with that.
"Why…don't you want Dad at your wedding?" He asks slowly.
Please don't say it's because he's evil. Please say he didn't become a Sith lord after all.
"Are you serious?!" She snaps. "He cheated on mom! I know you forgave him but I won't! That bastard broke her heart!"
Luke's head is reeling. He opens his mouth then wisely closes it.
"Ugh! You're impossible!" She flies out of the room.
Luke is left stranded in the middle of the room. Breathe. Just breathe.
Then, once his nerves settle, he whoops with joy. He runs to the bed and throws himself onto it. He did it. He did it! He changed the past!
Que awkward breakfast scene with the family. Anakin and Obi-Wan arrived just an hour ago and Luke's joy at seeing them is overshadowed by Leia's death glare. Han is just as much of a scoundrel as ever, nothing new there. Padme is a vision and he hugged her for longer than what might have been appropriate considering he was supposed to have seen her yesterday. Also he accidentally calls Obi-Wan "Ben" and that makes everyone look at him weird.
From what he can gather, Leia's wedding was tomorrow, Ahsoka–or rather Aunt Ahsoka–was coming, Obi-Wan had left the Order to be with Anakin a few years ago, and also Luke still had both hands.
"Why are you smiling so much? It's weird." Leia kicks him under the table.
Luke kicks back. "Just happy to see my family all in one place."
Leia rolls her eyes but she's smiling too.
#EVERYTHING IS HAPPY AND NOTHING HURTS!#obikin fic#back to the future au#it takes some adjusting for luke but he gets there#tho its still very weird seeing ben and his dad kiss#i was trying to figure out how to fit din into the end#but i couldn't#oh well its not like im actually gonna write this anyway
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literally like white women just loveee other white people more than anyone else in the world cause they still wont stop talking about the riddler and that one guy from stanger things with the guitar. nothing about them was special fun cool handsome etc...and you know what I'm kinda ok with that (no I'm not) cause all they do is fetishize men of color or asperse them if they treat another white character with anything other than respect. whatever
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#finn wolfhard#adam driver#finn and adam#unpopular opinion#lookalike#actors#celeb#celebrity#handsome#cute#guys#film#movies#television#photo shoot#photo#black and white#magazine#stanger things#star wars#netflix#hbo#girls hbo#freckles#hair
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Treasure as tropes
Just treasure as really cliché tropes + mini scenarios.
Warning : grammatical errors sorry English is not my mother tongue , really cheesy and cliché.
최 현석 • Choi Hyunsuk
Co-Worker to lover -
You two are probably producer and your manager asked you two to work together on a song. Writing and composing a song together was the best experience, the song was amazing and the two of you were really happy....
That's when he asked you on a date ,only the two of you ,at the café near to his studio and you talked a lot this day ,not only about the work ,he seemed interested by you and you liked this feeling. You also noticed how cute and cheerful he was ,always cuddly and kind and...maybe you felt love ?
Some dates after he will probably asked you to be his significant other "Y/n I really like working and hanging out with you and...I feel special so ,would you be my s/o?"
Other members under the cut
박 지훈 • Park Jihoon
Fake bf to lover -
"Please please Jihoon be my fake boyfriend" you begged your friend ,wanting to make you ex-boyfriend jealous and ,being the playful mf he is ,Jihoon accepted.
At first it was just in public ,you two were a bit touchy but you never kissed or anything else ,just little hugs here and there and that was it and to be honest...your ex wasn't even in your mind anymore. But one day ,when your ex step in Jihoon just kissed you ,for claiming that you were his ,he didn't know why he did that but the two of you secretly loved it.
Since the kiss ,the two of your became close even when it was only the two of you ,cuddling together and sending cute texts to each others, Jihoon even kissed you once when you two were watching a cute movie. And everything came naturally, you told him that you loved him for real and he only kissed you passionately, assuming his love for you too.
요시 • Yoshi
Childhood friend to lover -
Yoshi is a sweetheart since ...forever. When you two were kids he was the best greatest loving bestfriend alive ,the most caring little thing.
And after many and many years ,you two didn't really talk much ,high school separated the both of you , he was the popular type, handsome, loved by absolutely everyone with every girls simping for him and you...You were here. With your little and cozy friend group.
Since that day, when you saw him at the art club, you talked a lot this day ,remembering the good times together and that's when you understood... you missed him more than you could ever admit, you felt like your heart was back ,you felt like something (or someone) was missing and you found it... It was Yoshi.
김 준규 • Kim Junkyu
Stanger to lover/love at first sight -
It was just something about the way his eyes smiled at you, something about his red cheeks when you two had an eye contact. You didn't know him and even if you didn't believe in love at first sight now you did ,he was just a random guy at the amusement with two of his friends but he just hit different. He was breathtaking ,longs legs ,small face, the cutest smile you'd ever seem, he was perfect.
What you didn't noticed was his two friends teasing him because he was staring at you, almost drooling just by looking at your pretty figure ; Junkyu too fell in love. The only difference between you two was that Junkyu was a bit more courageous than you and, after many minutes hesitating he asked you your number.
That's how a wonderful romance started (with many many amusement park date)
마시호 • Mashiho
Brother bestfriend to lover -
Mashiho was the bestfriend of your brother and ,since you were like 10 years old ,you saw him everyday at your place, playing basketball or dancing with your brother, and you loved watching him because he was surely the best at the two sports (and at every other sports). He was different, always happy with a smile on his face and you loved him for that. He even cooked you some dishes when your parents weren't here and you loved it.
And he loved it too, he wanted to take care of you because his love for you was on an other level. So where's the problem ? Your brother was kinda...protective.
But one day, Mashiho eventually talked about his crush on you with your brother when they were only the two of them ,playing random games at your house "If you hurt her I'll break all your bones one by one ,okay ?" Your brother said and Mashiho promised to never hurt you.
윤 재혁 • Yoon Jaehyuk
Confidant to lover -
Jaehyuk, your human-secret diary, you trusted him more than anyone, when someone broke your heart he was the first to know, when you had problems with your family you talked with him or when you had a new crush you always told him...Well always except this time because your crush was HIM.
Jaehyuk was a sweetheart and the poor boy loved you his whole life but was a way too respectful to tell you his feelings while you were in love with an other boy (and maybe he was a bit scared) ,you loved his puppy-like personality and the way he always cared about you so you decided to confess.
"Jaehyuk ,you know what, I'm in love with someone" you told him one day when you two were hanging out "Oh...Really ?" He whispered, kinda sad (because this idiot thought it was an other boy and not him) "Yeah and I'll show him right now my feelings" you muttered before pressing your lips against his.
아사히 • Asahi
Friend's friend to lover (?) -
The first time you saw Asahi was when you friend ,Mashiho introduced him to you while you were hanging at the dorm with him, Asahi walked in the living room as you were cuddling with Mashiho letting a little "Oh-" escaping his mouth when he saw you then the poor boy...Ran away, locking himself in his room, leaving you and Mashiho confused "Yeah it's Asahi... one of my roommates." Mashi chuckled.
But your face stayed in Asahi's mind and, the poor boy probably thought you were Mashi's s/o . So the evening ,when you were gone, baby-sahi (I'm whipped-) asked Mashi "You know the person who was here this afternoon...are they your s/o ?" He asked with his quiet voice as Mashiho laughed a bit "Y/n ? No absolutely not they're my friend. Why ? Are you jealous?" He teased the younger boy "Yes." Asahi shamelessly said ,being a way too serious about you.
Then Mashiho introduced Asahi to you properly and the two of you became really close, you were the only one who knew all his secrets, the only he really trusted at 100% ,you were his favorite friend and he was yours and maybe...more than just friends ?
방 예담 • Bang Yedam
Rivals (one sided) to lover/soulmate au -
SOOOOOO I read the story of @milkybonya about one sided rival with Yedam and wow- sjshbwjqkwnw
Just go read what milkybonya did
I'll wait. Go on.
Yeah so for the soulmate au ,here is it ;
It was written on your wrist ; the first words your soulmate will say are "That's a good book" which honestly kinda surprised you because you weren't really the type to read in the library. Well that was before your bestfriend forced you to come with her !
Without thinking at your soulmate (who you actually forget) you were looking at some random book while your bestfriend was paying hers when you suddenly heard an unknown voice behind you "That's a good book, you should read it". You were honestly kinda shocked... was this him ?
"Wait ...hum excuse me but who are you?" You exclaimed, turning around to see an handsome boy looking right through your eyes. The unknown boy seemed as surprised as you as he looked at his own wrist "C-Can you show me your wrist ?" He mumbled, seemingly awkward. Then you did it, the both of you flustered as you understood it... it was him.
And the sentence on his wrist was honestly ridiculous ...
김 도영 • Kim Doyoung
Barista and customer to lover -
Doyoung was a good barista, ok ....maybe sometimes he missed sometimes he missed some customer's orders and he set the kitchen in fire BUT ONLY ONE TIME! Except that, Doyoung was the perfect barista and when he saw an unknown and beautiful person walking in the café, he could only fall in love.
" Hum ,Hi can I take your order ?" The handsome boy asked, looking into your eyes. "Hmm a Frappuccino please" you answered, politely smiling at the barista. "Everything for a princess like you" he smirked, giving you a wink and then, he fastly ran to the kitchen, leaving you confused and blushing.
Then, Doyoung, being the little flirty mf he is probably had probably written his number on a little paper and gave I to you before you go. At first you were too shy to contact him but, with your friend help, you finally sent him a text
And that's how a wonderful relationship started....
하루토 • Haruto
Secret admirer -
Like I said and I'll always say ,Ruto is a softie and a baby and I think this baby is shy and will never tell his crush he like them face to face. So when one his friends (probably Doyoung or Jeongwoo) told him to reveal his crush by giving you notes, Haruto directly agreed but what he didn't told them was that his notes were anonymous.
You loved your secret admirer notes, it was comforting and he always praised you, you never tried to know who sent you that though because you didn't felt the need to.
So after months and months sending you those notes, Haruto finally decided to tell you who he was and you honestly were shocked when you saw Ruto, he looked like a thought guy not like a total softie.
Haruto told you his feelings,facing you and holding your hands and it honestly touched your feelings and before you even noticed it you fell for him.
박 정우 • Park Jeongwoo
Secret crush to lover -
Jeongwoo was your crush... How could he not be when he is handsome, funny, attentive and loving ? You never told anyone, not even your bestfriend and you honestly never thought Jeongwoo will notice you. He was a popular type, kinda the "clown" of your class, always making laugh everybody and you you were the nerd one and obviously not Jeongwoo type.
Well... that was only what you thought because Jeongwoo was crazy over you, behind his popular image, Jeongwoo hide an sensitive and shy side deeply in him and it's because of this side he couldn't tell you (nor tell his friends) the feelings he had for you ; he was scared.
But one day, when you two were paired for a school work, it was impossible to hide it so you decided to confess, even if Jeongwoo would have rejected you (well that's what you thought) and, what you didn't know was that Jeongwoo also planned to confess the same day, that's how your lovely romance took place.
소 정환 • So Junghwan
Bestfriend to lover -
Junghwan was the best friend you ever had ,you trusted him with your whole heart but there actually one thing you hide to him... The deep feelings you had for him. And you promised to yourself to never tell him because your friendship was more important than anything for you.
Junghwan wasn't like you though, yes he was scared to break your friendship but he wanted to tell you : he love you more than only a "bestfriend" , he wanted a cuddle date, good night kisses, comforting hugs which ends with one sleeping on oneother shoulder ; he wanted all of that and he wanted you.
"We need to talk" Junghwan said when you both were at his dorm, you'd planned to watch a movie together. You anxiously hummed as an answer "I like you, I really do Y/n, more than friends and I understand If the feelings are not reciprocated, I just wanted you to know it" he sweetly spoke, his hands holding yours tightly.
"I love you too dummy" you smiled as your heart was racing in your chest.
#treasure fluff#treasure reaction#treasure scenarios#treasure imagines#treasure reactions#treasure yg
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I just rewatched 1x01 after a long long time and I can't believe how much I love this show. The very 1st time I watched it I was watching everything in a rush because I just knew they were one of the few lgbt canon ships and I had to see all of it as soon as possible, then 2nd time with my Mom and showing few episodes to my Dad I was kind of embarrased that they would say anything negative about them being lgbt, but now I watched it free of all that and appreciated everything calmly. I'm amazed.
I don't remember the music being so beautiful. The acting is excellent, my favorite ship of all time looks just so handsome and beautiful, the story, the psychology references, the dialogues are perfect. I thought after 2 years I would get tired of it but I'm only liking it even more and I'm moved.
This is my favorite love story and an amazingly beautiful one. In this first episode hannigram each meet the love of their lives. We see how miserable Will looks with his life and mental health, but he meets this man that gets a good laugh out of him, the one who never laughs, not with someone he met the day before. This person who is destined to understand him so accurately, as he shows him by telling Will there are no forts in his mind for the things he loves, the sweetest most intimate way you could talk to a literal stanger you just met, the one he can't help liking despite all his rudeness, all his efforts to push him away, because he likes and accepts Will the way he is, Will being practically the only person who could offer this back to him as well. How they become familiar almost immediately and investigate together, because them being people who don't like other people often even if they wanted, have just met the person they are going to like the most in their lives, and the person who is going to ruin them, and make them confront everything they feared about themselves, and make them become a new person, all the while the changes never affecting how in love they can't help to be with each other. They are in love with every version of each other.
And in the last scene how Will feels immediately safe being with Hannibal and Abigail, how Hannibal despite his layers of motives knows exactly how to give Will what he wants, because regardless of why he needed to get his trust in that moment, this comes natural to him because Abigail, and Will are the only family that would ever make sense with him. It wasn't entirely an act. Hannibal knows how to give him what he wants and Will feels so easily safe with him because they were each other's fitting puzzle piece since they first met.
#hannigram#hannibal#hannigram story#it feels great to like sonething so much. it's like listening to a song that is both a masterpiece and your favorite#i want to get better at writing so I can write a thousand fics about them
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Snow Covered Lashes
A/n: so this is my first ever “collab” and I'm so excitteddddddddd! i hope you guys like this and enjoy!
Tag List: @woodiegochile @mini-meanhoe @leggomylino @hanstagrams @desertofdessert @hoes4hoseok @jeonqqin @geminirules @crscendoforsung @mrsunshine999 @jisungsjheekies @hannie-squirrel00 @cotccotc @kodzu-ken @konenichi @yangs-jeongin @binniebutter @orangegyu @skzwriternet
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1.4k
Summary: There's a common saying that whoever you connect eyes with during the first snow, you are destined to spend forever with.
A Christmas tree needs to be bought for your apartment and you have drawn the short straw. Sans your roommate you head out to a local Christmas tree farm to pick out the perfect Christmas tree to brighten up your home with holiday spirit. Fate may have a different plan for you.
Genre: fluff, meet-cute, winter themed, stangers to lovers au
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The clunky door of your rundown car shut behind you as you exited the vehicle. Two weeks before Christmas and there was still no tree in your apartment. Days ago your roommate had promised to get one, but to no one’s surprise they didn’t follow through.
After searching for an hour you finally found a Christmas tree farm that was still stocked and open. Before you even left the parking lot the sweet strong smell of the timber embraced you. Taking a deep breath you walked through the cold and to the entrance of the farm. The proprietor greeted you with a smile and welcomed you.
The evergreen trees were propped up in rows creating almost a labyrinth to get lost in. The mulch crunched under your boots as you wandered between the tall giants. While you would love nothing more than to buy the biggest tree here and bring it home, none of these would fit in your small apartment without breaking through the ceiling. You were surprised to see so much greenery left in stock this close to the holidays.
Ironically, you felt like Goldilocks searching through the rows for the tree that was just right. But, you were determined to leave with a tree even if you had to cut one down yourself.
You brushed your fingers over the pointy fronds of a tree, trying to imagine it fitting in your living room. Each time you breathed in the brisk smell of the cold mixed with the branches settled in your chest. Each time you breathed out a puff of warm air escaped like a billowing cloud of smoke.
“Remind me again why we have to get a real tree?” A deep voice said from the other end of the row. Turning, you found a group of four boys rounding the corner. The one with red hair responded.
“Because, it smells nice and there is no room to store a fake one.”
One of the older looking boys huffed, rolling his eyes. “Chan, it’s going to shed everywhere. There will be needles all over the practice room for weeks!” Your eyes fell on the tallest of the group. He was certainly one of the most handsome men you had ever seen.
His brown hair, looked soft and blew gently in the winter wind. His long fingers shoved themselves into the tan coat he wore. A scarf was loosely wrapped around his neck and his nose was turning pink at the end. He reminded you of a puppy, long legs moving side to side to keep warm.
“Seungmin, what are you looking at?” The deep voice asked. Shockingly, it came from the smallest boy, with a happy pixie-like face and freckles across his cheeks and almost white blonde hair.
The handsome boy, Seungmin, had stopped moving and was staring down the row. Turning around, you attempted to find what he was looking at only to find nothing behind you. Was he looking at you?
Pulling your knit hat securely over your burning ears you shook your head and ventured down the next row. “You are here for a Christmas tree. Not attractive boys. Get your priorities straight.” You softly scolded yourself.
“HEY! GIMME BACK MY HOT CHOCOLATE!” The deep voice shouted from over the wall of trees. Minding your own business you continued your search and paid the rowdy boys no mind.
A tap on your shoulder paused your quest for the perfect tree. “Ummm....hi,” Your eyes widened as you turned and found the tall boy behind you. Not only was his voice sweeter than you could ever imagine, but up close his features were even more striking. “You don’t know me....and this might be creepy or serial killer like.....but um...do you want some hot chocolate?”
Looking down, you saw a to-go cup in his hands. Steam rose from the small opening in the lid. You pointed to the vessel before looking up at the boys hopeful eyes.
“Had I not just heard the screaming complaint of your friend, yes that would be a very serial killer move on your part.”
Your fingers brushed over his as you took the cup from his hands. A nervous laugh left his lips and he brushed over the back of his neck. “Sorry, you just looked cold. Felix didn’t drink from it and to be honest, I just wanted an excuse to talk to you.”
The heat in your ears was returning and now spreading quickly to your cheeks. “I’m Y/n.” He smiled hearing your name and his grin grew bigger as you stuck out your hand for him to shake.
“Seungmin.”
His long fingers wrapped around yours, sending a warm tingling feeling all the way up your arm. “Have you found a tree yet?” You questioned, beginning to walk down the row, Seungmin following very closely behind. You could practically feel his body heat right next to you.
“Chan will probably pick the biggest one we can possibly fit in our practice room without us getting yelled at.”
“Practice room?”
“Oh,” Seungmin looked at his feet, a bright smile still on his lips. His hands were pushed deep into his coat pockets. “Um....I’m actually an idol. Those are some of my members back there.”
Your brow quirked up and a mischevious smile played at the corner of your mouth. “Really? Prove it. Sing something for me!” Seungmin laughed and looked around before coming to the conclusion you were alone. He took a breath before a soft melody left his lips with a smile.
“Last Christmas I gave you my heart. And the very next day you gave it away. This year to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special.”
The way Seungmin sang, felt like it was just for you. “Okay, I believe you.” It was your turn to look down at the ground in hopes of hiding the deep red flushing your cheeks. The singer leaned down to see your face, before standing back up and walking a few steps ahead of you.
“You’re cute when you blush.”
Catching your lip between your teeth you shuffled to catch up to him, shoulder brushing up against his arm. Just as you were about to speak again, something cold floated down onto your nose. Halting your steps your eyes looked down, unintentionally crossing to see what had lighted upon your skin. Seungmin giggled at your cute expression and brushed away what you saw to be a snowflake.
“Snow?” You questioned, looking up at the sky.
As if you said the magic word, hundreds of soft snow flurries drifted down from the sky. White flecks floated down to rest on Seungmin’s brown tresses. Your eyes locked and you couldn’t help but think that this was a sign from the universe that Seungmin was someone special to you.
Hesitantly, the handsome boy raised his hand. “Close your eyes,” Smiling, you did as he asked and waited for what he was going to do next. A gentle touch on your eye lids surprised you, but you didn’t pull away. When the feeling retreated, you opened your eyes to find Seungmin with a shy smile on his face.
“Sorry....you had snow on your eyelashes.”
You watched him stare timidly at the ground, which was slowly collecting snowflakes. “I thought you were going to kiss me,” You whispered before sipping on the warm sweet beverage.
“I wouldn't do that. Not unless you asked me to.”
“What if I asked you to?”
It was Seungmin’s turn to blush and he shyly adjusted the scarf around his neck. He stepped closer, clearly nervous. Your heart was beating faster at how cute he was being. The boy leaned down and softly pressed his lips to your cheek. If he had moved only a little, your lips would meet his.
The two of you stood facing each other for a moment, both completely frozen from the innocent kiss that had just occurred. Both his and your cheeks were flaming red and you struggled to find any words. All you could do was smile and take another sip from the chocolate liquid confection.
With an anxious laugh, Seungmin finally spoke. “So...uh...can I help you pick out a tree?” He asked as the snow around you continued to fall, catching on both of your forms.
“If you let me take you out to lunch after.”
Seungmin looked up, pretending to think. A tight lipped, but genuine smile lay on his face. “That’s a tough deal. But, I think I’ll take it.” He lifted his hand from the warmth of his coat pocket and reached for your own. Your stomach did flips as his long slender fingers laced themselves with yours. “Let’s find you a Christmas tree!”
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serendipity
he was the one i wasn't looking for —Nikki Rowe
—2:07am, 3rd december
you’ve just gotten out of work, exhausted. people always said choose the job that makes you happy, and you chose your job for the money. not to sound greedy but you would rather die in a mansion. so it’s not weird when you are waiting at the bus stop at 2am in the morning, a well-paid career requires more than you expected.
“do you have a lighter?”
you looked up from the ground to see a 5’9 man standing in front of you. you observed the stranger’s figures, you’re used to be outside this late so dealing with creeps is not a problem. but to be honest, this man looked handsome, he had something that radiates a childish energy. generally you would say that he’s fine as hell. he had a cigarette between his teeth, which made you assume that he was wanting to light up the cigarette.
you snapped out when he cocked an eyebrow at you, your hand dived in your bag to find the lighter. you do smoke, not regularly but sometimes it helps you relieve stress.
“here you are.”
the corner of his mouth curled up, the light of the small fire made his face brighten up, your heart unintentionally beated faster.
“thank you.”, he gave you back the lighter and then shifted to stand next to you.
“you smoke?”
you heard he asked, blowing the white smoke into the cold air of the snowy season and then it slowly vanished.
“yes, occasionally.”
he nods, “i know when people smoke.”
as if he could read your mind, many people around you do not know the fact that you smoke but a stranger you met 2 minutes ago can know it without you saying anything.
“i think it’s your bus.”
the transport slowly approached you, there’s only one bus active from 12am until the next morning.
“hey, we will meet again.”
the stanger gave you the last sentence before he walked away making you smile slightly. oh, you forgot to ask what his name was.
—5:20pm, 18th december
you almost tripped over while rushing to catch the last bus. you had a survey to do in the downtown, if you missed this bus you couldn’t go back to the city until the next day. fortunately, you were still quick enough to be the last passenger on the bus. while you were finding a seat for yourself, you saw a familiar man, you must have met him before but you’re clearly not a person who has a good memory. however this man is special enough to make that scene quickly flashed back in your mind, he was the stranger you met that day.
“hello, do you mind-?”
“oh hi, it’s you! alright you can sit here.”
the man moved to sit next to the window, left you a seat next to him.
“thank you.” you sit down and continued talking to him.
“did you cut your hair? i didn’t recognize you.”
he chuckles, “even my mom can barely recognize me.”
you don’t know if it’s considered a coincidence when you met him again, you didn’t complain though.
“oh, i forgot to ask you that day, what’s your name, i’m y/n.”
“i’m mark, mark lee.”
when you two had already arrived in the city, mark invited you to have dinner with him and who are you to refuse it? every second being with mark was pure joy, he told you funny stories which gave you a lot of serotonin. he’s definitely the finest man you have ever met in your life, well, you didn’t just fall for a man you only met two times throughout your whole entire lifetime, you didn’t.
“y/n, i think i should tell you this.”
“yes?”
“i’m moving to another town, for working.”
you could’t tell if you were sad, shocked or bitter but it’s complicated what you felt. it’s like somebody stole something from you, a precious thing.
“when?”
“tomorrow.”
that meant this was probably the last time you could see him. mark was a stranger after all but why did you care about him so much. before you two splitted in your directions, mark suggested to exchange numbers and you did, you genuinely wanted to keep in touch with this guy.
“hey, text me when you get home!”, mark hollered with a wide smile.
—7:54pm, 20th december
you‘d just gotten out of the shower, water running on the strands of your hair and dropping down to the floor. you quickly stepped towards the nightstand to find your phone when you heard the message ringtone.
|7:54pm| mark lee: hi, how are you doing? you didn’t text me :(
you bit your lips as the message popped up on your lockscreen, you almost forgot about mark.
|7:55pm| you: hi, i’ve been being busy lately, i’m so sorry
|7:55pm| mark lee: don’t be, you look prettier when you smile :) and take some rest tho, no need to tuck in those paperwork.
|7:56pm| mark lee: oh but i have something to tell you, i’ll come back to your town, for christmas break. can i take you out for a date on christmas?
you blinked at the text message, feeling butterflies in your stomach. he’s literally asking you out for a date, a date on christmas specifically. you do know some guys have a crush on you but you weren’t ready for commitment but mark, there’s something about this man that makes you want to go for him. you want mark in your life.
you didn’t notice that you were smiling until the screen of your phone went black, reflecting the obvious curl on your lips. you realized you had left mark on read for ages.
|7:59pm| you: sure! text me when you’re back!
|8:00pm| mark lee: okay, goodnight ❤️ *have a nice dream about me :)*
you flopped yourself on your bed, the moonlight dancing on your face. december, always be the best time of the year.
—11:16pm, 24th december
you’re walking along the pathway, it feels like the first time you enjoy your christmas night outside since you spent your time inside the apartment every year. mark is stepping slowly beside you, he gave you his scarf when you two got out of the restaurant, in case you’re getting cold. you inhale a deep breath, the fresh air mixes with the charming cologne of mark lights you up.
“i have something to show you.”
mark stops at his track, turns around to face you. you two are not alone, there are plenty of people walking pass you, some of them are delighted family. you look at him, your hand comes to catch his arm, pulling him to a bench beside the street.
“what is it?”, you ask softly.
you see his hand shoves inside the pocket of his jacket, taking out a small velvet box. you curiously wonder what’s inside when mark hands you the box.
it’s a platinum manacle. it’s curved with a word said ‘serendipity’ on the surface. mark takes the bracelet out of the box, his hand find yours, spreading some warm into your cold hand. and then he put the bracelet on your wrist, the metal sparkles in the darkness.
“gladly it fits you, i made it myself. the curving part was challenging, hopefully it doesn’t look to bad.”, he muses while tracing his thumb along the cuff.
“i love it.”
you words made mark raises his head up as his eyes meet your gaze. you give him a nonchalant smile.
“do you know what ‘serendipity’ means?”
mark asks quietly, his hand plays with your fingers.
“an unexpected luck, i don’t know but there’s one thing i know for certain-“, you intertwine your hand with his, “my serendipity is you, mark lee.”
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Stranger (Eren x Reader)
I never thought much of the mysterious guy that would sit in the back of the class. Well, not until now, after I heard about his past.
Apparently, he used to be quite rowdy and would get in trouble often back in highschool; something that I could never imagine now. I was filled with curiosity, on how or why that person would change so much.
I was trying to pay attention to the teacher, but my attention kept fluctuating again to those thoughts. From what I've seen of him, he was quite popular but didn't seem to care about anything. He would often have that serious look, that would prevent anyone from knowing what was really going on in his head.
Distracted by these thoughts, I averted my eyes towards the back on the class where I knew he stood, wondering if his never-changing look would be the same right now. I fixated my eyes for a few seconds, and saw him scribling something on his notebook, with his hand supporting his chin, clearly bored by the teacher's discourse.
It only took a few seconds, but he seemed to have felt my fixated look. He suddenly looked up and his eyes met mine. He raised his eyebrows like he was wondering why I would be staring so bluntly at him. Embarassed for being caught, I quickly turned my face back to the front.
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I was sitting on a bench outside of school, waiting for my friend to finish classes. I've met her back in highschool and even though we ended up on different classes in college, I would still hang out with her at the end of the day. Reason why I didn't particulary had close friends on my own class; It was something I did not think was needed.
I felt a presence next to me and I turned to see who was it. It was that guy from class, Eren.
'Can I sit here?' he asked, calmly.
'Sure' I nodded.
After sitting and staying in silence for a while, he finally spoke again.
'I don't see you getting along with people in class, you allways refuse when they invite you for something after school' he spoke softly 'do you prefer to allways be alone?'
I was surprised he would ask such a personal topic right off the bat.
'Well you allways look so bored when you hang out with people' I teased 'so maybe you're the one who prefers to be left alone?'
I took a glance at him and he was frowning his eyebrows.
'So you've been spying on me'
Confused by his sudden declaration, the only thing that left my mouth was an awkward 'noo...' and turned my face away.
I heard what it looked like a muffled chuckle and I turned to look at him again. What did he come here for? To mock me?
'Alright, alright' he said raising both his hands in an apologist manner 'I've noticed you've stared at me a lot recently and I just wanted to know why' he made a small grin 'did I do something or do you need something from me...?'
I felt the warmth on my cheeks and I looked down. I didn't realise how many times I've looked at him, but I thought he wouldn't notice.
'I don't... need anything' I let out.
'I see' he retorted 'and here I was thinking you were interested in me. And you're quite cute too, what a shame.'
Caugh off guard by his cocky words, I looked at him again and realised his face was much closer to mine than I was expecting. I could see his beautiful teal eyes from up close, staring at mine. I took a glance at his lips, shaped in a mischievous grin.
I jumped in place when my phone rang, and I reached for my pocket to see what it was. My friend had just sent a message apologizing for being late, and that she would take a few more minutes. Wanting to get out of that odd situation, I told Eren that my friend was calling me and that I had to leave.
He waved goodbye and I left without looking back.
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A few days passed and I tried hard to avoid looking at Eren. If he happened to be right in my line of sight, I would turn my head away.
I must have made it quite obvious, I thought. But it felt akward to lock my eyes with his again. Afterall, to me, he was a complete stanger.
And quite a strange one at that.
Still...
I couldn't stop thinking about his smile, and the look he gave me.
I wanted to talk to him again. But I also didn't want to.
He probably... hits on every girl he sees. I should avoid him.
However, these thoughts were in vain.
A week had passed, and I was stting on that bench again waiting for my friend. Once again, she was late. I was looking at my phone, just passing time, when I felt someone next to me once more.
It was Eren. Oh no.
'Can I sit here?' he asked again.
'I would rather you don't' I responded.
'Why?' he asked, while sitting anyway.
I didn't look at him, and wondered why he was here again. The next day of our encounter, I spent the whole time there wondering if he would show up again. And the next day. And the next.
Actually, Eren was all that was on my mind lately; but I didn't like to admit that to myself.
Noticing that I would not answer, he continued 'I want to know why you were looking at me those days. And why you won't look at me now'
'There isn't any reason...'
'Was it because of my past?'
I opened my mouth and hesitated for a second. 'Well yes' I ended up admitting. 'how did you...?'
'I know what people say about me... and it's true that I've been a bit violent in the past' he hesitated 'to be fair, you might be talking to a serial killer right now'
He tilted his head and got closer, reaching my line of sight, forcing me to look at him, wich I promptly avoied. I pushed my head backwards, trying to find more room between us.
'I-I wasn't judging you' I said with a shaky voice 'I was just curious on how your personality could change so much. But to be fair, I only heard you were a trouble maker in school, had fights, would talk loudly and such, but don't tell me you actually killed someone' I gave in a mocking laugh, knowing that he was just over exagerating the situation to see how I would react.
He pulled back to his place and looked at the sky 'Who knows...'
That made me finally turn my face to look at him. 'what is wrong with this guy?' I thought.
He looked back at me with the sweetest smile on his face. 'You finally looked at me'
The wind was blowing on his beautiful dark brown hair, that he happen to not tie in a lazy bun today. 'he looks good with his hair tied up' I thought 'but he looks so handsome like this too'.
Lost in thoughts, I did not realise I was staring at him with a silly smile on my face.
'Say... are you really not interested in me?' he asked with a mysterious tone 'I've been looking at you for a while now... and I wanted to know you better' he got closer 'and I can't help but feel like you like me too'
I felt my cheeks burning, and did not know what to say.
He reached out with one hand and touched my cheek, carefully rubbing it. 'if you don't want me, then why are you blushing?'
I reached out for his hand and took it away.
'I-I... I've barelly even talked to you! How could I like you...? To me, you're just a stranger.'
'But I don't have to be one-'
I saw my friend at the distance and I got up. 'I have to go' I told him and he gave me a sad smile.
I left him there without looking back.
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It's been a month without Eren coming to school. Even though I knew it was none of my business, I still couldn't help but wonder if our talk had any influence in it.
And, on the other hand I just... really missed him.
Everyday I looked at the door waiting for him to show up, to no avail. I would sit on the bench, looking at every passing person, hoping he would come. But he never did.
All I wanted was to see him, one more time.
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I was coming back from the grocery store, and decided to take a shortcut by a narrow alley in the city. I noticed there was what appered to be a homeless guy sitting next to the wall. I felt bad for such a young person to be in this state already, and I reached out for my plastic bag to take some food for him. He looked up to me and I was shocked. It was Eren?!
'Hey.' he said, lifeless.
'Hello...?' I responded, looking at him from top to bottom. He had some beard, and looked like he hasn't slept for days. There was a piece of cardboard I imagined he used to sleep there.
'What are you doing here?' I asked, lowering my body to be at his level.
'I didn't feel like staying at home, so I crashed here for a bit...'
He sounded so depressed... I couldn't handle seeing him like this.
'Come' I said, getting up 'you look like you need a shower, lets go to my place.'
He got up and dragged his feet behind me. After walking for a while, we reached the house that I had rented for the time I would be staying in college. I lived there alone.
'Come on in. The bathroom is over there, feel free to use it'
He nodded and left in that direction.
I stayed in the living room, watching something random that was on tv. After a while, I heard the door. I opened my mouth as he exited the bathroom with only a small towell arround his waist.
'Hey so... I can't dress those clothes again... they are all dirty. Have anything else I can wear...?'
Trying not to stare at his abbs, I walked pass him and went for my room, looking for a shirt that could fit him. He followed me, and watched my back as I looked for it.
'C-Can you wait in the living room...?' I asked without looking.
'No.' he slowly spoke 'I want to stay here'
'But...' I was left without arguments, since the only one I had was that I did not feel confortable having him almost naked in my room.
'Ok'
When I turned back to look at the door, he was gone. I focused on finding something for him to dress and managed to snatch a t-shirt that would fit him.
I went back to the living room, showing the t-shirt with a victorious look. But he wasn't there.
No...
Did he disappear again.?
Starting to feel anxious, I was startled by a noise that came from the kitchen. 'Oh'.
I went to the kitchen and there he was, making himself comfortable while preparing something to cook.
'I'm a bit hungry... or actually I'm starving! Do you mind if I cook something?'
Compared to the expression he had earlier, he looked a lot more relaxed. His hair was tied up in a man bun again, a very messy one, with something that he probably found in the bathroom.
I stared at his back, with such defined muscles, and for a while I forgot that I had the t-shirt on my hands that I was supposed to give to him.
'Oh, right, you can dress this.' I told him, while I handed it over to him.
He grabbed and looked at it for a bit.
'Am I supposed to not wear anything bellow the waist?' he chuckled.
I turned red and stormed to my room again. How could I forget the pants.?!
I got back to the kitchen, with some sweatpants that I had barely used and gave them to him.
I turned arround while he got dressed.
'Thanks' he muttered, with a tone that looked like he was getting distant again. I thought there was something I needed to ask.
'What happened?' I asked softly.
'You... don't need to worry about that. It's...stuff at home.'
The sizzling sound of eggs frying in the pan filled the air, as Eren continued with his task.
'Where are you going to sleep tonight?'
He shrugged his shoulders 'Somewhere, I don't know'
'Do you want to stay here for the night?'
Eren dropped the frying pan and turned arround to face me, leaning on the counter.
'I thought I was just a stranger' he said, locking his eyes on mine.
'You don't have to be'
He looked away, and now that I looked at his face properly, I noticed the red arround the eyes, and how it appeared that he had been crying.
Without thinking, I got closer to him and gently touched his cheek, passing the thumb bellow his eye. He continued to look at the side, without saying anything. I noticed his lips slithly shaking.
I felt like he was about to cry.
He looked so broken...
I couldn't stand it.
Slowly I putted my arms arround his waist, and moved foward to hug him. I hugged him tight, and he ended up hugging me back.
'I don't know what happened, and you don't need to tell me now... but please stay for today. I have a spare room... I don't want you to be there all alone again.'
We stayed hugging for a bit, until a smell of burned food filled my nostrils.
The egg was ruined, but it didn't matter. I told him I was going to make dinner soon anyway so we could do that instead.
'I want to do something else instead' he replied.
'What...?'
He looked at me, staring at eyes, then at my lips.
I felt my heart racing and looked at his lips too.
'Nothing' he ended up saying while he turned arround.
N...nothing ??
Then after all this teasing he just avoids it?
'You can't do that!!' I shouted behind him with an angry expression.
He turned to look at me and started to laugh.
'(y/n) you look so adorable! Why are you upset!' he said between laughs 'you're not interested in me right? So I won't try anything funny.' he stopped to look at me with a gentle smile 'you were nice enough to look at a useless guy like me and to bring me home. And even invite me to stay. You're a good person (y/n). Unlike me'
'You're a good person too!' I replied.
'No I'm not...'
'And I AM interested. I've really missed you. Yes i might barely know you but I can't get you off my mind... and I want to know it! I want to know everything about you!'
Eren gave me a pained smile, and I got closer to him.
'Tell me more. Not here. Not now. Maybe not tomorrow. I don't mind. I can wait. But don't avoid me. Because I do... want you.'
The words came out of my mouth without having time to realise it, and Eren got closer and gently placed his hand on my cheek.
'I want you too' he whispered.
I felt his lips touching mine and I embraced his torso. I pulled him closer to me, as we deepened the kiss. I moved one hand up to grab his messy hair, and the other bellow his shirt, feeling his muscles.
We stopped to catch our breaths and I looked once more into his gorgeous eyes.
Eren.
I might not know much about you, but one thing is for certain.
To me, you are not a stranger.
Not anymore.
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Stay — Gyro Zepelli x Fem!Reader
Gyro x Fem!Reader — Staying in for the Holidays Headcanons.
Modern!AU in which you're stuck for the hollidays with one if your roommates. The pandemic is the perfect excuse to not leave the dorms.
A/N: not me projecting myself and my family issues. Another story written in headcannons bcs I’m too lazy to make an actual fic out of this.
Requests closed, unless it’s Gyro requests because I’m in love with this guy and going through Gyro Brainrot rn.
You'd been stuck almost an entire year with Johnny and Gyro. But that was okay, you could never get bored with those two around.
Johnny decided to go back home for a few days for the holidays, mostly to time a break from the small apartment. Spend some quality time with his family his horse.
"You sure you guys don't want to come home with me?" Johnny asked.
"I'm sorry, Johnny, I don't feel like socializing with people I don't know" you said.
"Ain't got much money, man. And I gotta save it for next month's rent..." Gyro answered.
So you stayed with Gyro.
"Arent you going back home either?" Gyro asked.
"My family gives me anxiety...plus, I don't want to leave you alone. I rather spend Christmas and New Year's with you than with them”
"Aw, doll...It'd be a pleasure to spend the holidays with you" He said feeling touched by your words even though he didn’t quite show it.
You didn't do much on Christmas. Your Christmas dinner consisted of take out, lots and lots of beer, and also cheap wine, because you still felt like staying fancy, even if it was for a bit.
You then started watching cheesy Christmas movies while being slowly absorbed by the couch.
Gyro and you were very close friends, to the point where cuddling with him didn't feel weird. He was warm, the apartment was chilly, and he'd absentmindedly run his hands through your hair a lot.
You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought of him in other ways. Sure, he was your friend, and sure, he was handsome, flirty, and most girls in campus were after him. In the beginning, you werent any different, but when ypu became roommates, you saw him in a new light.
He became your friend.
Spending more time with him due to the pandemic made your friendship with both Johnny and Gyro stronger. You never really thought the three of you would become so close.
Also, being the flirty, attractive guy he was, he constantly brought girls over the night. This became a common occurrence, and Johnny and you no longer gave a shit whenever you came across some half naked lady anywhere in the apartment.
Those romantic and horny feelings for him were gone.
At least until Christmas eve. Spending the night cuddled together, drinking and watching dumb movies felt so intimate and perfect.
Possibly the best Christmas Eve ever since family dinners made you so uncomfortable.
You two fell asleep on the couch. At least for a few hours.
After you woke up, you decided to wake Gyro as well.
"Dude, lets go to bed, or we're gonna wake up all stiff and in pain..." you muttered.
"Ah, can I ask you for possibly the most embarrassing favor ever?" Gyro murmured.
"What is it?"
"Listen, I've been so touch starved the whole pandemic, and cuddling with someone felt so nice..."
"Oh god, do you want me to sleep with you?"
"No funny business, I promise" He said. "Unless, you want me to, doll" He winked, going back to being his flirty self.
Gyro slept in your room that night. The two of you cuddled in your bed, since your room was the warmest.
What a night.
Neither of you had slept so good in so long.
The next few days weren't any different. Throughout the day, each of you would do your own thigs, at night, you'd watch movies, cuddled together. Then go to bed, also together. You'd wake up snuggled next to each other, rinse and repeat.
It was like that throughout the entire week.
The first few nights cuddling with Gyro felt...weird. But you grew fond of your new habit.
That was until December 30, 5 days after your tradition of sleeping together began.
While still lying in bed in the morning, just talking the two of you, one thing left to the other, and then, Gyro was kissing you.
It was far more gentle than you'd imagined. His lips felt hypnotizing, they were tender, gentle and breathtaking. Pinned underneath him, as the two of you explored each other's bodies for the first time.
It was absolute bliss.
It hit you in that moment, that over the course of the week, you'd been slowly developing feelings for him. And so did he.
"I think, I'm falling for you" He breathed between kisses.
Needless to say, that day you barely left your room.
Round after round, the two of you became addicted to each other.
Johnny returned to the dorm, on January 2nd. And he came back to learn about your new relationship with Gyro.
"Jesus, I leave you alone for a week, and you two fucked like bunnies?"
"Yes" Gyro admitted shamelessly as you slapped his arm embarassed.
However, Gyro was so in love. He'd fallen head over heels in the span of a week.
And even when he came off as a play boy, he truly was a gentle and tender boyfriend.
Gyro wasn't someone who usually had his heart in his sleeve. And he never really showed his soft side to any of the girls he'd take over the night.
But you? Oh, you knew you were seeing a sweet and vulnerable side of him. And god, it was so beart warming. You found yourself falling more and more with him with each day.
Johnny didn't realy feel like the third wheel. In fact, he wasn't exactly surprised when he found out you two were dating. It kinda made sense to him that you'd eventually fall for each other.
He still thought how cute it was to witness the whole evolution you two had. From stangers, roommates, best friends, and now a couple.
Johnny made so many "And they were roommates..." jokes.
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Christmas Shopping - Ten
Word Count: 455 words
Warnings: none
Authors Notes: ten’s installation is here! it’s a bit short but i hope you like it!
Find the masterlist for the “Christmas with NCT masterlist here
Everything hurt. Your legs hurt, your arms hurt, your head hurt, and most importantly, your love for the holiday was slowly declining.
Currently, you were standing in line, waiting to pay for the presents that you had bought for family and friends. Even though you had got to the store daily early into December, it seemed as if everyone had the same idea as you, leading to a line that was long enough to almost lead out of the store.
You sighed and felt your spirits deflate, feeling even more tired than before. You had been shopping since the morning, and now that it was close to evening, all you wanted to do was to just go back home and cuddle into your blankets.
“This line is horrible oh my god” you said to no one in particular, taking out all of your frustration that you were feeling and placing it in your voice.
“Tell me about it.” you heard someone say, the stranger scoffing under their breath. You turned around and made eye contact with the man behind you.
He had very distinct features, his handsome face being enhanced by the cat-like look that he naturally possessed. His black hair was parted in the middle, giving him a carefree yet put together look.
He smiled at you, understanding the pain that the both of you currently were in all for the sake of buying the perfect Christmas presents for family and friends.
After a while of talking to each other, you found out that the stanger’s name was Ten, and that he was a dance major at the same university as you. You both were so invested in your conversation that you didn't even realise that it was your turn at the billing counter. You paid for all your belongings and waited for Ten to finish, hoping that you could maybe continue a conversation with him another time.
Ten seemed to have the same idea as you since he walked you back to your car, realising that the both of you parked in the same area.
“So uhh is it okay if we exchange phone numbers? It’s fine if you don’t want to.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I would love that.” you said, pulling out your phone to exchange phone numbers with him.
Later that night, the both of you stayed awake for most of the night, texting each other about anything and everything. You both said goodnight to each other at a very unhealthy time, but the both of you sighed in content before turning around and going to sleep, happy that they got the opportunity to meet each other despite the sore limbs from the hours of shopping.
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A warm night
It's not common to leave the celebrating for the company of the dead.
It is a festival to which you were invited by a local from Ravensthorpe. And you doesn't know anybody but that person. And while the dancing and gaming is going you find yourself left alone, not knowing a soul from this settlement. You step out into the cool air, the freshness and the smell of leaves and wood calming your nerves. You're a bit dizzy from the ale you drank but not in a bothering way more like an encouraging way. You start to walk down to the graves where the Gods carved into wood columns to gain back your awarness. While you walking down the path you hear a voice next to you.
You turn your head to the side, heart beating fast from the sudden visitor. You can't quite make out anything in the darkness so you stop and face the faceless voice.
You're here too. You said accusingly. The man from the shadows gives you a rich giggle which from shiver runs down your spine. I am, but just because I arrived not long ago. You, in the other hand are a bit unsteady in the legs by mead. He continues undisturbed, a pinch of mock in his rumbly voice. I needed air. You answer still trying to look into the darkness. A tall, hooded silhouette appears in front of your eyes. His broad shoulders resting against a wall of a barn. Arms crossed in front of his chest, on leg behind the other he's measuring you, you know it, from his slightly bend head.
And the best place to sober up is here? He asks disbelief and amusement in his voice.
I don't know. This is my ever first night here. Do you know a better place where I can avoid the noise of the fun back there? You gesture around yourself then to the longhouse.
I do. He chuckles pushing himself away from the barn wall stepping closer to you. You step back once from the sudden movements but he's quick to stop sensing your hesitancy.
He takes two more steps forward stepping into the moonlight, reveal himself to you.
Would you want to come with me to that place? He asks pulling down his hood.
A handsome man appears in front of you, his dark hair almost melts into the dark blue sky above your heads. His beard is combed into a braid but it's his eyes that catches your attention. The man's eyes so blue and clear like the ever so colorful ocean, mesmerizing and immersive. They are calm and radiate warmness despite their cold colour.
I'm sorry...if i scared you earlier. But you made quite a scene alone when everyone is celebrating inside. He said while shrugging his shoulders slightly.
No offense but you didn't make your way to the feast either, though i think you arrived just for it.
He smiled slowly, bringing up his lips until his eyes shone too with mischief.
Because -as i said- i saw you here, alone so stranger here. I would not want to let a young lady/lord wonder alone. So, will you join me or not?
You look around yourseld as if the trees would tell you the right answer. He's a stanger.
Slowly you step aside- your eyes glued to his own and gesture to the path ahead of you. He smiles soflty, bringing slightly his chin down like if he's the one who should be embarrassed then he turns too and starts his way down to the dock of Ravensthorpe.
He stops after a few steps and looks back at you waiting for your response, curiosity shines in his eyes. You don't know him at all, a complete stranger, a shadow he is to you but he can't be anything harmfull if he's a local too. After all, he had his chance while lurking in the shadows. He could have easily done harm to you. But he didn't.
And his eyes. His eyes are calling you with gentleness and joy.
You damn your behavior, while you walk beside him to the docks, your foots creaking the gravel below, letting a good-looking face distract you oh so easily. But in truth you enjoying his company even if you speak a few words. He walks with pride and confidence- shoulders pushed back, back staightened, hips swinging just enough to see. For Thor's hammer you don't even know his name yet!
Does my shadowed company has a name? You ask playfully peeping to the side of your eyes to his profile. You catch yourself looking at him even when he's facing you too. You see his nose a bit prevenant, matching his chin and cheekbone so well.
He does. Just as his curious companion does. He smiles again bringing out his teeth. Did you start to blush? Gods... you thank them that it's dark now.
And would you tell me? You asked when you arrived to the docks. Dark waters splashing the wood, you hear quiet frogs croaking in the reed. It's so calm, so still down here.
I'm Eivor of the Raven clan. He says sitting down onto one of the benches next to the shore.
You are him! You say surprised while you sit down next to him. Sunniva told many tales about the mighty drengr of Ravenshorpe but I did not know- you scratch the back of your neck looking away sheepishly. If you had known who he was...
What? How would you have greeted me?
Well...the same way i guess. You smile embarrasseed. He stretches out his legs in front of himself arms crossed on the chest.
You see? Even with names ahead of yourself you still need to impress.
Well you impressed me... The words slip out of your mouth like arrow from the bow. You bite your lip afraid to look to his side. What did just said.
Hmm did I? He giggles bowing his head to your side. He hold a sertain slyness in his eyes and voice now, which feels stirring to you.
With your silence-I mean... You try to deflect your boldness. I didn't hear you until you spoke to me. He leans a little bit closer, you can smell iron and sweat and wood on his skin but it's nothing unpleasant.
May I know the name of Ravensthorpe's stranger too? Eivor asks leaning back again into his spot while keeping his spine straight.
I don't know. You stike a sly smile at him. I'm still not fully convinced that you are Eivor of the Raven clan. What if you're just a rouge trying to distract me while your friends loot the granary?
As an answer, you hear a raven cry from the nearest rooftop and soon a feathered figure fly above your head, landing on your companion's broad shoulder. He smiles softly at the raven, petting it's little black head with his index finger.
Oh my... you laugh when the raven cries at you. Odin's spear strike me if it's not the Raven Feeder then.
Don't be sure he wouldn't. Eivor laughs letting the bird hopp onto his other shoulder.
Has a name? you ask slowly reaching to the birds head.
She's Synin. Eivor reach back at the bird befor you could touch her head, the raven jumps onto his arm and starts to ruffle her feathers.
Synin. What a fitting name, you have. You smile softly while rubbing her silky feathers on ther belly. She puffs up herself while she sits on his masters arm satisfied.
You still own me a name. Hee says turning slightly to your side. You gave him a cheeky nose frown.
Do i? Well in that case, my name is y/n.
He quick to turn his head to the waters a gentle look in his eyes.
What's it? You frown curious leaning ahead.
Water so still you can see the stars in it. he gestures to the waving black water. Can you?
You narrow your eyes trying to take out anything from the blackness. Faint little dots, nothing more shows in the river.
I can't say i see nothing but...
It's there. But of course it's better to look at the sky for the stars rahter in the waters.
You drive your head back ready to face the shining constellations but your gaze falls to his eyes again. They are fixed on you while he's leaning above you slightly.
Stars are sure beautifuly today... You gasp studying his features. So soft and calm, so handsome. He's so close to you but you feel like he's miles apart from you.
They're not the only one... he breathes watching your lips while his parts ever so slightly.
Your body moves unconsciously closer and closer to him. Seeing nothing but his vibrant eyes and lips, you wonder how his would lips tastes against yours and will you taste it just a moment later?
You feel his breath on your skin hot and quick on the cheeks and his scent iron and smoke and wood. There's nothing left but him and him only in this word. When his beard starts to tickle your lips suddenly a loud shout is heard from the longhouse freezing both of you inches apart.
Eivor where are you? The Raven Clan's jarl shouts from inside and you both retreat looking away in emberrasment and fluster.
We should go. He tilts his head at the longhouse direction always keeping his eyes on the ground.
I-i agree... A quick nod and you already jumping off the bench kneading the edge of your clothes. He reaches you and taking your elbow he looks at the past ahead of you.
Would you sit next me in the feast? I would like the idea of getting to know each other.
You giggle and nod defiantly. Your mind almost cleared out from the honeyed mead by now. Maybe a little bit of lurry doesn't sound so bad with the company you have. I would love to hear more stories about the Raven clan's celebrated drengr.
#okay so this is my first bigger writing 🙈🙈🙈#have fun reading it maybe i can do some better ones it the future#ac valhalla#assassin's creed valhalla#m!eivor#m!eivor x reader#my writing
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