remember when she was sort of a blonde

unamedwatcher  asked:

Did you really convince little Steve Rogers that the fireworks on the fourth of July were for his birthday?

actually no. 

that was the handiwork of one mrs sara rogers, who used to take her little asthmatic arrhythmic tiny baby son on the roof to watch the fireworks on his birthday. (mostly so that they didnt have to be in the apartment with steves dad, who had shellshock which he medicated with waaaay too much alcohol, and he was always worse on the fourth, since it sounded like there were explosions going off everywhere. steves dad died when he was three, and my ma said once that mrs rogers might have missed him, but she didnt miss the bruises he left.)

 as it happened, that was how i first met steve–on the roof of the building when i was four and he was turning three. i actually remember it, which is pretty incredible considering how old i was and how swiss-cheese my brain is. but there was mrs sara, with her tiny little baby on her hip. i’d never seen anybody so fair-skinned and blonde as mrs sara and stevie, and the lights off the fireworks painted them all sorts of colors. most of the other little kids were crying and had to be brought inside because the noise scared them, but not baby stevie–he was reaching his little bitty baby hands up, trying to grab the sparkly fireworks. probably the noise didnt bother him because he was partially deaf, but mrs sara always insisted that it was just that he had more courage than could fit inside him. 

generally, she also mentioned that all that courage had taken up the space where his common sense was supposed to be. 

when steve was three, he said his favorite color was america–by which he meant red, white, and blue, because that was the colors for his birthday, and everyone always celebrated with him.

even after mrs sara died, us barneses kept up the fireworks story, and i passed it on to the howlies eventually. 

i dont know how old steve was when he figured out that the whole city wasnt just throwing him a huge birthday celebration, but im sure that if you asked him, he’d still insist the fireworks were for him.

whatever PR schmuck decided to name him captain america probably had no idea how accurate a name it was. 

The Adoption

Part One

Stepping off of a plane on London soil was always a comfort to me.  The tarmac of a London airport meant I was an hour or two from the embraces of my kids and the love of my life, Emily.  I had been gone for an extended period this time, longer than usual.  Updates from home had Lucy getting the highest marks in each class, Noah motoring around the house creating havoc wherever he went and Emily buying what had to be the sexiest piece of lingerie I’d ever seen.  I couldn’t wait to get home to hold my children and bury myself inside Em.

I handed the gentlemen who would be driving me home my bag after shaking his hand and thanking him for making the hour long drive to get me to my family.  He put my bag in the trunk and within a few minutes we were off.

I tapped Emily’s phone number on my phone screen and put the phone to my ear,

“Hello, My Love.”  I heard her honey sweet voice a few minutes later.

I let my head rest against the back of the car seat,


“You sound exhausted.”

“Just a long flight.”

“And how did you leave Africa?  Are they more in love with One Direction than ever?”

I laughed softly,

“Of course.”

My smile faded though.  Emily had no idea what had happened in Africa for the most part.  I wanted to get home and tell her, but I needed to gather my thoughts and my words so I could adequately give her the right information.  What I was going to ask her was big.  

Going back to Ghana with the boys was only supposed to be a few days to reconnect with the kids in the hospitals and orphanages we’d met before.  A sort up update on some of the kids to see where they were now for Red Nose Day.  I certainly didn’t expect what happened.

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A Lesson In Whores And Baking.

- Flour, Water and Dough -

Originally posted by bonniebird

John, Ada and Charlie had been friends since before they could remember. As children they ran amok on the streets of Birmingham, playing, fighting and laughing. Sometimes even Tommy and Arthur would play with them, she liked those days. Tommy was her favourite of the two, he was quiet and never spoke more than necessary but he’d whisper things in her ear that would make her laugh so hard her sides ached. Mostly though, it was just the three of them. When she was young she thought they’d never grow up, that thy’d stay John, Ada and Charlie forever. It was a fantasy though and somewhere in her heart, even back then she knew that.

It was as they grew that they fell apart.

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James Sirius Potter x Reader - I Won't Say I Love You Part 2

Exiting from the train and stepping onto the crowded ‘station’, the (blonde, brunette etc.) female took a long breath of fresh evening air. She felt like smother if she stayed in that comparatment more. She smiled at the sight of familiar castle in  the distance. They have finally arrived at Hogwarts. Dominique snapped her out of her daydreaming by a simple tap on the shoulder. (Y/N) turned her head to look at the ginger. 
“Let’s go catch a carriage while we can.” (Y/N) nodded at Dominique. If they didn’t catch one, they would have to go by foot to the castle, and (Y/N) seriously didn’t want that. She didn’t really catch any sleep in the train and she wasn’t sure she would make it to the building.
“I know Molly left to find her friends. So, where the hell is Roxanne?” (Y/N) asked her best friend. They just spotted one empty carriage and headed towards it. Better to enter it before someone other does. After all, supplies of carriages are limited.
“Oh, she went to talk to Fred or something. I didn’t quite catch what she said.” Dominique replied and started rubbing the back of her neck. However, before they had a chance to get into carriage, someone rudely interrupted.
“Oi sis, where do ya think you’re going without me?” Sirius came in sight with that cocky smirk of his. He lazily hanged an arm around Dominique’s shoulder “Hello there love, long time no see.”
“Ew, get away from me.” Dominique yelled and strongly pushed him away. (Y/N) rolled her eyes. She went over to Sirius and picked him by his ear. 
“What did I say about flirting with my friends in front of me? I was actually doing pretty fine without you in sight.” The (blonde, brunette etc.) said and pulled the boy’s ear harder this time. Dominique sighed and jumped up in the carriage.
“Ow, ow, I get it!” Sirius slapped her hand away and rubbed his, now red, ear. (Y/N) joined Dominique up in the carriage and sat next to her.
“Ya coming in or what?” She asked her brother. Sirius simply jumped up and took a seat. A few moments passed in a complete silence, until they reached a little closer to the castle. 
“Why you’re not with James and Fred?” Dominique tried to make up a conversation. It wasn’t like the three didn’t hang out together alone, it was just that they were probably tired from the trip. (Y/N) leaned in her seat, tiredly looking at the gloving castle. Her mind wondered back to the train. Oh, how she would enjoy it if she actually broke Morgan’s nose before Molly stopped her intentions. She didn’t even have an idea how the hell that blonde was in Hufflepuff. Her appearence insulted the whole house if you asked her.
“I said I wanted to wait for you and (N/N). James, unsurprisingly, was glowing with happiness about (N/N), but Fred pulled him away to meet with Louis.” Sirius answered her. He tried to catch Dominique’s look, but she kept hers on the distance.
The rest of the ride to the castle was filled with a happy chat. (Y/N) stopped thinking about the train ride and enjoyed the moment. She was teasing both of them and in a return they would tease her about James. Soon the carriage reached its limits and they needed to jump off it.  Sirius jumped off first. He raised his hand in order to help Dominique down, which the ginger ignored. He faked a pout while the ginger female tried to hold back a chuckle.
“C’mon you two, the dinner will start soon.” (Y/N) said. She linked her arm with Dominique’s. The two girls headed to the Great Hall, Sirius shortly trailling behind them.

The Great Hall was filled with many happy students. Sitting at the Gryffindor table, (Y/N) looked around the big hall. She spotted Roxanne, a little further from her. Her little group was obviously exchanging the newest gossips. Dominique took a seat next to her. The ginger put her elbows on the table, resting her head at the palms of her hands.

“It feels like we didn’t even go on a summer break.” Dominique commented. (Y/N) nodded to her, continuing to look around the crowd. Sirius went to sit with James and Fred instead of them. They weren’t on their side of the table and (Y/N) thank Merlin for that. Otherwise she would have to listen to James for the whole dinner.

Dominique saw Daniel Wood with his group. He is a year older than her, which she didn’t mind at all. The boy was a Quidditch captain, just like his dad. He is also a keeper and would rarely miss a ball in the match. The ginger didn’t really have an idea in her mind how to cooly aproach him, so she wouldn’t make a fool out of herself. She was a rather a rebel, which got her a nice reputation here at Hogwarts. Yes, she talked to him, but only at Quidditch practises, where he would compliment her chaser skills.

(Y/N) saw her looking at him and momentary smirked. The two girls talked about possible situation for Dominique to ask him out. (Y/N) thought it would be best after a Quidditch match, where the Gryffindor wins of course. The (blonde, brunnette etc.) female also played chaser on the team, a rather good one. Where she would go, Sirius in most situations joined, so he is the team’s beater. He said it is a best position to protect his beloved sister, Dominique and that idiotic James from falling of his broom.

The Gryffindor team this year is full. They don’t need to hold a training for newbies and they could instantly start with practises. The chasers are (Y/N), Dominique and Michael. The boy is Wood’s friend and they entered the team together in their second year at Hogwarts. Sirius and Fred are beaters. They do their role well, in teamwork like Weasley twins did in their time. Wood is a keeper and James is a seeker. Harry and Ginny teached James a few basic things about Quidditch when he was a baby. He loves his role and is proud that his dad was once a seeker too!

“Hey Dom!” (Y/N) nudged Dominique with her elbow in the ribs “Quit daydreaming, the sorting is about to start.”

“Pff! I wasn’t daydreaming!” The ginger argued back.

“No, you were just staring at him for five minutes.” (Y/N) winked at her.

“Since we are at staring, where are boys? I expected James to creepily aproach you by now.” Dominique snorted. (Y/N) angrily sighed, shaking her head. She took a look at professor Longbottom. He stepped up, holding a piece of parchment on which was a list of first years.

“Addams, Tina!” He read out loud. A little girl nervously came forward. She sat on the small stool, allowing the professor to put a hat on her head. After a couple of seconds and the sorting hat’s constant mumbling, she was sorted.

“I put you in…


The whole table loudly clapped, including (Y/N) and Dominique. The little girl was glowing with happiness, her green eyes sparkling every time when somebody congratulated her.

"Albert, Mary!”


“Bolton, Dean!”


“Brown, Hannah!”


“Chase, Tom!" 


A lot of other children were sorted too. The sorting ceremony got pretty boring when you get to watch it every single year. (Y/N) remembered how she was nervous. She was afraid that she wouldn’t be in the same house with Sirius. The boy got before her and was sorted into Gryffindor. The sorting hat told the (blonde, brunnette etc.) that she could be a brilliant Ravenclaw, Slytherin or Gryffindor. It also told she was too ‘crazy on her own way’ for Hufflepuff. (Y/N) instantly choose Gryffindor, so she could be close to her brother.

She regreted the decision about the brother part, but not about choosing Gryffindor. She couldn’t imagine her life without Dominique as a best friend. (Y/N) doubted they would be this close if she was in a different house.

“Welcome students to another school year here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy!” The principal McGonagal started her, now usual, sheech at the beggining of the school year. (Y/N) turned her mind off, not listening to principal’s words. She will probably talk about things that are forbidden like usually. The female actually succeded to sneak a few times into the Forbidden Forest, but not alone of course. She and her companion would be very careful and no one ever noticed sometning suspicious. After all, she is a descendant of infamous prankester and playbog Sirius Black, so what do you expect?

McGonagal was never one for long speeches. She just said everything how it is, without going further into the subject. The plates full of food appeared before students. Today, the menu was very colorful.

Thinking about what she could choose, (Y/N) decided to eat a drumstick. She put it onto her table, looking for the lettuce on the crowded table. Dominique handed it to her, as she was closer to it than (Y/N) was. They both filled their cups with delicious pumpkin juices. 

“What could we do later?” The ginger asked. Her mouth were full of food, as she carelessly looked at her friend. The (blonde, brunnette etc.) thought for possibilities for a moment.

“Inviting boys is off the list, unless you want James to sneak into your bed.” Dominique snickered, seeing as she didn’t receive a response from (Y/N). The said girl looked at her with raised eyebrow.

“Of course it is. Also, I don’t think our roommates would enjoy their company too much.” The female replied. “You saw Rose anywhere?”

“No, actually I didn’t. Why?" 

"I didn’t get a chance to greet her today. Maybe tomorrow or later if I’m lucky!” The (h/c) haired girl replied. She started to poke the salad with her fork, finding it difficult to sting it. Giving up, she threw a fork onto her plate along with the knife, finishing her dinner. Dominique did the same. They decided to leave the Great Hall, as they didn’t have any smarter bussiness to do there anymore.

(Y/N) was first to stand up, her best friend following closely. The (blonde, brunnette etc.) played with a lock of her hair, waiting to the ginger to finish her drink. Sirius saw that his sister stood up and naturally he swallowed his last part of the meal quickly. Getting James’ attention, he pointed towards the two girls.

“What?” James dumbfoundly asked him. The boy was too focused on his food to pay attention to something else. Following Sirius’ finger, he momentary smirked.

“Oh, Dom and (N/N) already finished eating? Let’s go then!” He esclaimed. Fred got up with them as well, deciding it’s better to keep them company then to stay alone at the Great Hall.

In the middle of the long hallway, they catched up with the two girls. Slyly snaking his arms around (Y/N)’s waist form behind, James took his moment to smell her hair before the girl processed what actually happened.

“Mhm Finnigan, you smell like roses, just as I expected.” The male grinned. (Y/N) blushed madly, stepping on his foot. He yelped in surprise and lost his hold of her (waist size) waist. She took the oppornity to push the annoying male away. Near them, Dominique, Sirius and Fred laughed loudly. 

“Easy there Finnigan. He might end in the hospital wing if you continue like this!” Fred said. He rufled his curly brown locks, looking at (Y/N) in the process. The female got forward to him.

“Nice seeing you Weasley! How have ya been?” She asked lazily. Fred and her then did their usual handshake. It became a common thing for them, as she considered him as one of her best friends.

“Pretty good actually. Can’t wait for the Quidditch practises to start, thought.” The male answered. He grinned, pointing to the staircase that went to the famous Gryffindor tower.

“Shall we?” He asked. Fred let his arm out, in intention for (Y/N) to take it. The female happily linked her arm with his. The two started walking towards the tower, whispering something in the process. Fred turned his head once more, giving James a michevious wink of his.

James was standing there, speechless. He then crossed his arms, glaring angrily at Fred’s back. Dominique shook her head.

“Oh, Merlin. This won’t end well

Laws of Motion & Attraction (V, You) Part 1

“For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.” - Newton’s 3rd Law of Motion

Y/N never believed in love at first sight.

But she did believe in “crush” at first sight, and the moment she saw the boy with dark brown hair, playing the cello in the music room Saturday afternoon, she was undeniably smitten and found herself pulled being like a magnet.

Maybe it was the way he held the instrument, almost like it was a part of him; Maybe it was his face. And what a beautiful face it was, she thought as she observed the way his eyes focused on the music sheet, his lips pressed together and his expression a mask of concentration as his fingers moved to play the instrument sheathed between his legs. Y/N couldn’t keep his eyes off of him. 

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I wrote a quick interaction of an AU in which she hadn’t died, but had been put to rot in Impel Down, Rosa reuniting with Dragon from Sabo’s perspective after being freed. I meant to turn it into a comic but i have no time lately :’<

She met his eyes and stared hard, disbelieving, up at the man who lead the Revolutionaries. 

“You left Luffy? You left our son?” she whispered. 

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(Requested by Anon) (Part 1 of this imagine here)

You ran through the trees, following your younger siblings and the two guards, Demetri and Felix. For once you were out of the castle, actually on a mission even though you technically part of the Volturi coven. Somehow your siblings convinced Aro to allow you out of the castle in order to tag along with them. You suspected they did it because they wanted to show off their skills. As all younger siblings, they loved to show off to you.

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Louise the Party Crasher

Louise the Party Crasher:  (Based off the vlog Parties and Panels Sprinkleofchatter)

Summary: Based on Louise’s vlog when she found Dan and Phil hiding in the back room of the Playlist party. What if they were doing some not so innocent things? Contains Phan, humor, pre-smut, and general adorableness.

Louise liked parties, don’t get her wrong. Sometimes, however, they just got too overwhelming. By now a lot of her friends had gotten into the punch and were all a bit crazy. Zoe clung close to Alfie as they danced rather wildly, as did many of her other friends. Louise looked around for anybody to hang out with who wasn’t too trashed.

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Winchester Tradition

OMG I loved your last imagine so much!!!! I’m honestly worried about Mary coming back because I write myself into the show as Sam and Dean’s younger sister and I’m hoping I can still do it with Mary (or mom) back. Yes… I’m that weird. Anyway, if your still doing requests, I was wondering if you could do one similar one where your Sam and deans little sister who’s 16 and meets Mary, her mom, for the first time? So that Mary died in her nursery instead of Sam’s. Thank you so much!
Weird? I ahve aN ENTIRE BLOG dedicated to it xD. Thanks for requesting and I hope you don’t mind I chnged it to a written as I got a tad carried away whoops

A/N: Just a heads up that in this Sam didn’t get “shot” and that weird English lady (remember her?) doesn’t exist.

The drive back to the bunker was silent. Not awkward, though. A comforting silence broken just by Baby’s low hum. You stared out of the window, it was dark out and that somehow made everything so much more unreal. Amara. Chuck. …Dean…Even Cas was with you both. 

Sam drove, focusing on the road and no doubt thinking as much as you were. Cas was in the back with you, maybe out of respect. You appreciated it either way. 

When you arrived back you got out and headed to the front, not waiting up for anyone. You walked down the steps and slumped your backpack on the floor before Sam or Cas had made it in the building and headed off to your room. Sat on your bed, staring at nothing, you heard what must have been Sam’s footsteps as he neared your room. He paused outside for a bit before opening the door. You didn’t look up but you did feel a dip in the bed when he sat down next to you.He then wrapped his arms around you and brought you in close. You hugged him back, closing your eyes in attempt to fight back tears but it didn’t do much. Crying, you felt him hug you tighter and he pressed a kiss to your head. 

After along time of silence you spoke up. “Where’s Cas?”

“I don’t know…he said something about a matter of importance and just went…”
“He’s coming back, right?” You looked up at Sam for the first time. Your wide eyes needing someone to tell you someone was gonna stick around. He’d been crying too. “Course.” 

Almost five days had gone by and you hadn’t seen Cas since. You were reading one of your favourite books. You’d been busying yourself more lately, wanting something to take your mind off things. You smiled when you thought about how Dean would tease you for reading. 

You’d been in your room for the last four days and only now had you ventured into the library, You were sat on one of the comfy chairs, your legs hanging off the arm rest. You hadn’t even noticed Sam come in but he got up to go get his laptop charger. You looked up from the pages and he shot you a smile as he walked across the room.“Sam. Y/N.” A gruff voice made you both turn your heads to see Cas. Only, he was covered in blood. Hopefully not his.

“Cas, where the hell have you been?” Sam sounded more concerned than angry.
“It’s Dean.”
You stood up.
“He’s alive. And that’s not all-”
“How? How did he survive that?” You ask.
“Because it never happened. My Father and Amara sorted themselves out.”
“So why hasn’t he called?”
“He’s been in Hospital. Look I need to tell you something else.”
“What is it?” Sam gave up on hovering in the door way and came to stand next to you.

“Your Mum’s back as well. She’s with Dean.”
You stared wide eyed at Cas. Your Mum had died when you were three years old on your nursery ceiling. You’d always blamed yourself for this and sometimes you wondered if your Dad did too. But this was…no…this was insane.

You and Sam sat impatiently in the waiting room. Sam was bouncing his leg up and down and you didn’t have the energy to tell him to stop. 
A Doctor walked out and nodded at you two, managing a “He’ll be fine…” as you both hurried past him and raced off to Ward 25.

You almost fell into the room when your eyes didn’t know where to look first. Your big brother was strapped up to so many machines it was terrifying. One blip in the system and his life could go down with them. He had tubes aiding his breathing and he looked strangely peaceful for being in such a dangerous state.

You then saw Cas, he was talking to…”Mum?” Sam sounded so taken back to be saying it again.Your Mum stood up, her blonde hair neatly sitting round her shoulders and her heartmelting smile making you want to cry with relief and confusion. Only at this point, the questions could wait. 

Sam raced over and hugged his Mum. You watched and couldn’t help but feel slightly awkward. You couldn’t remember her at all. After all, you were only three when she died. And it was sort of your fault. You’d never had the chance to say ‘Mum’ to her and now it felt…wrong.Y

ou walked over to Dean and watched his heart monitor. He was still out cold but the Doctor said he’d be okay. You focused on the beeps it made, not wanting to make things awkward when your Mum’s kind voice broke the steady rhythm. “Y/N?” She sounded so hopeful you wanted to apologise for being such a mess but before you could even turn to look at her she embraced you in a hug. You stood frozen for a few seconds before hugging back.
“Look at you.” She whispered to herself in amazement.
She broke apart and tilted her head “You hunt too right? I’m not down for my kids growing up to be hunters but if the boys are gonna do it we need a girl to keep em in their place.” She smirked.

Sam laughs and you nod “Yeah I do.”

“Good.” She smiled.

You sat in Ward 25. Perched on the end of the bed as you stared into the steady monitor. You couldn’t look away, it was as though your stare was controlling it. If you stopped maybe his heart would too.

You knew it was stupid. But you still went with it.

Sam had gone back to the bunker with your Mum to get her settled in. He came over with Cas sometimes to make sur eyou and Dean were okay. You stayed however, the Doctors had put out a bed for you but you didn’t really sleep. 

You had a hot chocolate from the machine, Cas had been watching over you for Sam and insisted you drank something.
Your gaze on the monitor was broken by slight movement in the corner of your eye. You glanced down at your older brother and his hand twitched again.
“Dean?” You whispered, watching his eyes.

Slowly but surely, they blinked open and you sighed with relief, letting out a breath. “Dean!” You grinned.

He frowned, pulling the tubes away from him and sitting up slightly before grinning back. “Hey, Kiddo.”
You hugged him and he hugged back. You didn’t want to let go. You and Sam had convinced yourself he was gone for good this time.

Winchester tradition.

“Where’s Sammy? And Cas?..And-” He paused as though considering whether to drop the ‘Mum’ word.

“Mum?” You finished for him, smirking. “They’re at the bunker. Cas is normally here with me. Sam comes sometimes but Mum needed a proper bed to sleep in. After all she’s been dead for a few years or so.” 

“So everyone’s okay?” He sounded amazed at that.

You nod.

“And you stayed? Y/N…”

“I wanted to.”

“You’re adorable.” He chuckled before ruffling your hair. 

“Dean, I’m sixteen not four.” You roll your eyes.

“You’re still my little sister…Come on then squirt,, let’s get out of here.”

“Y/N! Dinner’s ready!” Dean called.

“Okay!” You shout, pausing the game. You stand up and stretch, not realising how tiring it was lying around all day.

The moment you open the door you smell the familiar takeaway aroma. You slip your phone out and swipe through your notifications as you ambled over to the table.

You put it back into your pocket when Dean lightheartedly hit your head, shot him a pout and sat down opposite Sam, Dean next to Sam and your Mum came and sat next to you.

You dug in, you and your brothers filling your Mum in on how you managed to start the apocalypse, free lucifer, become somewhat allies with the king of hell, and die about four or five times each.

She listened in amazement, laughing as you and Dean did your usual sass-off with each other. 

“John raised you three right.” She smiled and you said nothing, sharing a glance with Sam.
You hadn’t taken in the fact she’d lost someone too.

“He sure did.” Dean nodded.

A/N: The ending isn’t John hate. It’s just some writing. Not my opinion.

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Long awaited second part to this post!

Cloud blankly stared ahead, blue eyes only blinking when a figure entered the room he was sitting in, the door slamming open roughly, harsh steps moving closer, getting louder. His head was gently lifted by gloved hands, an intense and worried look meeting his gaze. Familiar black spikes filled his view and something rang in his head. His sight blurred, and the blond tried to pull away, but the other was stubborn, not letting go until after Cloud stopped.

“I heard from Tifa what happened,” Cloud tilted his head in response, feeling that it was probably more of an ‘I pestered Tifa until she finally spilled the beans’, which he found much easier to believe, oddly enough. “You just gotta keep getting yourself into these sorts of situations, don’t you?”

The tall man raked his fingers through his hair, radiating frustration with every movement he made. Cloud couldn’t help but feel that he had gone through this before. Not the falling into Lifestream part, but the half awake, half fuzzy, barely able to move, part. It was on the tip of his still trembling tongue. When he tried to remember, all he saw was white, red, green, and more red.

“This isn’t fair,” The blond was practically confined to the wheelchair that Tifa had procured, but he practiced moving his toes while the other mumbled to himself. One toe, two toes, and three… When he was sure they still worked, he started to work on his foot, trying to swing it back and forward, not caring that the other man (who was he, again?) had turned his back on him and was doing some relentless pacing, “Why’s everything gotta happen to you, Cloud?”

The man spun quickly on booted feet, making his way back to Cloud, who had stopped moving in surprise. The same gloved hand cradled his right cheek, almost wistfully. A sigh, some more mumbles. The hand left eventually, and Cloud found he missed it. He was soon met with the sight of that same back and Cloud lurched forward on unsteady feet, glad that Tifa hadn’t thought to buckle him in. His arms draped ungracefully on broad shoulders and his breathing was getting harsh.

His past. Zack’s back. Leaving, leaving, gone. Dead.

“No,” His voice was small and rough, deeper than usual, “Zack, don’t go.” Memories of blood and rain filled his vision, causing him to tighten his grip, “You can’t beat them all. You’ll die. Please don’t die.”

As soon as that last syllable left his lips, he could sense his legs fall on him, muscles weak and shaking after his exertion. Strong arms caught him and he looked up instinctively, eyes wide, the beginning of tears starting up from the sheer power of previously lost memories.

“You remember?” Zack’s tone was full of wonder and that frown that had marked his face just before was gone, replaced with a wide smile. Cloud had missed his smile. It was comparable to an angel’s; though he couldn’t help feeling he had called someone else like an angel as well, “Holy shit, Cloud. You remember me.”

Take a Night Off

So I saw Bad Moms last night and oh my God it’s one of the best movies I’ve seen in a long time!  If you’re over 16, I strongly recommended it!  Anyway, this idea based on one or two scenes from the movie just wouldn’t leave my head so I wrote this really quick drabble just to get it out there!

Rated: T
WC: 1,920

Anna sighed as she looked down at the empty glass in front of her.  This was not going well.

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Returning the Favor :

So I saw a head-canon and I had to fic it. Credit goes to the owner. I would tag but I lost it and its going to take forever to find it. If the HC is yours then inbox me with the link of the HC from your blog and I’ll credit immediately.

Graduation. They had just graduated. It all felt so surreal. True they had graduated middle school. High School, the real challenges were yet to come. But the five teens were happy. They knew they could take on the world together. Side by side, always supporting each other.

After it was announced that Cory Matthews would (once again) be their teacher in High School they let out a collective groan which secretly masked their happiness to have Riley’s father as their teacher again. 

The afterparty for the middle school students was held in the gymnasium and proved to be quite eventful. Riley had decided, just that morning, that she was starting High School with a clean slate. So the brunette had decided to put an end to the ongoing tension between her and Lucas ‘Huckleberry’ Friar (as Maya had dubbed him).

“Lucas” she said nervously as she approached the Texan boy. This was hard for her. Riley had always been an idealist. She had imagined herself ending up like her parents, happy ending evident as soon as she met her first love.

Life didn’t work that way. And Riley was beginning to learn that. So she swallowed her idealism for a while. Even she knew that Lucas and her didn’t have a proper romantic dynamic. That didn’t stop her from liking him. Feelings didn’t work that way. But now Riley was letting go of everything and making room for change, even if it meant taking the hard route.

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I’m Your Light

Another musing because I’m lucaya trash and wanted to write something other than a midterm. 

Lucas suspects something is going on with Maya, so he decides to investigate and drops by her window around midnight. See what happens during his unexpected visit; set in the fall of their sophomore year.

Brought to you by my ears listening to “Last Chance” by Emily Kinney a million times.

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Burned to Ashes

Day 6: Incinerate

My last entry for angst week, then I’ll readily update Beyond the Field ~

“Congratulations Mr. Dragneel and Miss Heartfilia, you are now the proud renters of one of my apartments!” The landlord announce, obviously being proud of renting out yet another apartment.

“You make it sounds like we bought a mansion or something…” Lucy muttered under her breath, taking the key from the enthusiastic man.

“I always get excited when another apartment of mine is rented, I am a businessman after all.” He straightened up his tie, looking at the young couple. “A major rule of mine though is no pets, and I repeat. No pets.”

“We don’t like animals anyway.” Natsu lied, wanting to leave this guy so he could have Lucy all to himself in their new apartment.

“Very well, another thing. Remember that you have neighbors. So when you two are having some ‘fun time’ remember to be considerate-”

“We don’t do that!” It was Lucy who spoke this time. The man in front of her looked indifferent while her boyfriend rolled his eyes, knowing she was lying.

They totally did that sort of stuff.

“Right.” The landlord spoke, not believing the blonde for a second. “If believe thats all. So, I shall be going. Enjoy your apartment!” He walked away not sparing another glance to the teens. Natsu looked to his petite girlfriend, giving her an amused look.

“You don’t like people to knowing about our nightly adventures-”

“S-Shut up!” Lucy’s face was now the color of Natsu’s hair. “I-Its not t-that…” He chuckled at her shyness, wrapping an arm around her slender shoulders.

“I know, I’m just messing around Luce.” He kissed her temple trying to ease her nerves. “Lets get our stuff inside and enjoy the night together.” He slipped his hand down her arm and intertwined their fingers together. Lucy smiled his suggestion.

“That sounds wonderful, Natsu.”


Lucy couldn’t sleep, not being use to the change of scenery just yet. She had been in her old apartment for five years. But after three years of dating Natsu, Lucy deemed her small apartment to small for them since Natsu insisted on staying with her rather than his own home. Since she had to pay her own way for her apartment, the only one she could afford was only spacious enough for one person to live.

“Luce?” Lucy was brought out of her thoughts when she heard her boyfriend’s concerned voice and his muscular arm tightening around her tiny waist. “You okay?”

Lucy smiled and turned in his arms to see his voice matched his expression. “Yeah I’m fine, just not use to sleeping somewhere else.” He pulled her closer until their naked chests touched.

“Well you better get use to it. We’re gonna be here for a long time.” He gave her a suggestive smile, making the blonde laugh a little. “Mostly in this bed though.” He snuggled his face in the crook of her neck, giving it a light nibble.

“With your raging hormones, you’re going to end up getting me pregnant in this place.”

“We’re gonna have kids together someday anyway, why not start now?”

“Natsu!” She gripped his pick locks tightly as he began to suck on her pulse point. “Y-You know what I-”

“Yeah I know you wanna be married before we have kids.” He pulled back, male pride filling him as he seen the darkened skin on her neck. “And thats gonna happen whenever I can afford the perfect ring for you.”

“Nothing to exquisite Natsu, just a simple ring will make me happy.” She leaned forward, connecting their lips together. She pulled apart, just enough to where she could speak. “As long as you’re the one who gives it to me.”

He smirked, turning her over so she lied on her back. He straddled her hips, lips centimeters from hers. “I can assure you that I will be the one to marry you, Lucy.” He smashed his lips back on hers, ready to continue their frenzied activity.


“Natsu!” Lucy shouted through their apartment, when she heard her boyfriends grunt from the next room she walked over seeing him sitting on the couch playing the latest video game he purchased. “Why is their blue fur all over your clothes?” She seen him stiffen, making her raise an eyebrow.

“No reason.”

“There is a reason Natsu.”

“Uh…” She stood in front of him, arms crossing at her chest waiting for an explanation. After seeing his girlfriends searing stare, he knew he couldn’t keep it from her. He sighed in defeat. “Fine. Theres been this cat hanging around the firehouse lately, hes really cool! He has blue fur Luce!” Seeing how his girlfriend still wasn’t pleased, he decided to keep on going with his story. “He was really skinny, so I doubt hes been eating. So I, uh kind of brought him back here a few times and fed him leftovers…”

“Natsu you idiot!” She scolded. “Once you feed a cat, they won’t leave you alone!”

“I know that now!” He said trying to reason with the angered blonde. “He follows me home everyday now.”

“Wheres it at right now?”

“…The kitchen most likely.”

“MY KITCHEN?!” She shouted angrily. She stormed to the kitchen, her boyfriend hot in pursuit. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a cat with blue fur sleeping on the counter next to the coffee pot. Her eye twitched out of anger turning over to Natsu. He felt her gaze and nervously turned to look back, being met with a switch slap to the back of the head.

“You idiot!”

“You already called me that!”

“Do you know we could get kicked out for that thing?!”

“Well duh.” He remarked, walking over to the now yawning animal. “But look at him Lucy! He has blue fur! How many animals do you know with blue fur?”

Lucy sighed. “Natsu I know what you’re trying to do. And the answer is no.”

“But Lucy!”

“No.” She firmly stated. Her serious face started to falter though when her boyfriend’s eyes grew big, lips forming into a pout. It didn’t help the now awake feline rubbing its face against Natsu’s, looking at the blonde with wide eyes. “Natsu…”

“I’ll take of him Luce, promise! The landlord won’t find out ‘bout him either!” Lucy’s mind went a thousand directions. She didn’t really want a pet, she had a hard time cleaning up after Natsu in the first place. “It’s either that or he sleeps out in the streets where he could very well get hit by a car and-”

“Alright fine you can keep it!” She said in defeat, not feeling like arguing with him about the matter. “But you better make sure it doesn’t make a mess.”

“You’re the best Lucy!” He ran over to her, picking her up and swinging her around in a circle to show his excitement. “It’s a boy by the way, not an it.”

“I don’t care what he is.” Natsu unwrapped his arms around her waist. “I’m going to do laundry now that I figured out the blue hair crisis.” Natsu flinched at the vicious stomping his girlfriend did.

He figured out that Lucy wasn’t a cat person.


“So, if you didn’t want Happy… why did you get a dog too?” Natsu questioned, very amused by Lucy’s actions. She huffed a breath, scratching the top of the dogs head.

“Well, we’ve had Happy in secret for about four months now and with us working so much I thought the little guy could use some company.”

“Since when did you care about Happy?”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “It shouldn’t be ‘when did I start caring about Happy’ it should be ‘Lucy I’m so glad you warmed up to Happy.’” As if to emphasize her point, she started to rub the now chucky feline’s stomach. “Plus, Plue and Happy get along quite well. Isn’t that a good thing?”

“I guess.” Natsu’s eyes narrowed at his blue cat whose head was sleeping on the blonde’s large chest. “I think you got comfortable because he lays on your boobs all the time.” Natsu said, somewhat jealous. “Whenever I want to lay on your chest you get pissed but when the animals do its okay? Not fair Luce, not fair.”

“You’re such a baby sometimes.”

“Yeah, your baby.”

Lucy couldn’t help but agree with him.


“I can’t believe you!” Lucy shouted, tears of frustration running down her cheeks. “How could you miss it?!”

“It’s not like I wanted to miss it!” He screamed back, just as angry as she was. “I had a double shift at the firehouse, I don’t know what else you want to hear from me Lucy!”

“Don’t give me that bullshit! Your dads the chief, he knew how important tonight was to me! He would’ve let you off for it if you just asked.”

“Do you not know how close my pops is to retiring and me becoming chief?! I need all the experience I can get!”

“You have everyday of the rest of your life to work Natsu, I wanted you there whenever I gave my speech to keep the public library open! I really wanted you there…” Her tears were now rushing from her eyes to the point she couldn’t see straight. Natsu sighed.

“Look Lucy, I know you wanted me there. It just didn’t work out and I’m sorry.” He pulled out his phone and checked the time. “I have to go back to the station now.” She looked up, an incredulous look on her face.

“You’re going back there right now? After a fight?”

Natsu blinked. “Well yeah?”


“Why wouldn’t I? We’ve been fighting a lot lately, maybe because of all the time we’re spending together.”

“…We live in the same house Natsu.”

“Lucy you know thats not what I meant. We all need our space, and right now you need some alone time. I’ll be back in the morning.”

“So, you’re just going to leave me when I’m like this…?” Natsu ran a hand through his hair at her stubborness.

“Lucy, get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Natsu, don’t leave me alone tonight…” He heard what she said, but chose to ignore it and walked out the door. Thinking giving her some space would be the best medicine for her.


The sound of the fire alarms rang throughout the building. Dozens of men jumped up and put on their protective suits. Natsu was no exception. Once his gear was on, he jumped in the fire truck that was ready to take off.

Speeding down the street, he thought about his fight with Lucy. Was it a mistake to leave her when she asked him not too? When they usually got into a fight, Lucy told him just to give her space and he thought this time was no exception. She told him not to leave this time though, and he did anyway. He put his hand in his pocket, fiddling with the box that contained a ring.
The perfect ring to propose to Lucy with.
That was the real reason he worked that double shift and missed her speech. He felt bad about missing it, he truly did but Lucy wanted to marry him as soon as possible. So for the past few weeks he pulled double shifts until he was able to afford the ring of Lucy’s dreams.

And he was going to propose to her tomorrow night.

He had it all planned out. They would go out to Lucy’s favorite restaurant and take a walk in the park. Natsu would have a little area set up with a perfect view of the stars in the sky. He would say some cheesy thing like how she was more beautiful than any star in the sky and go with the flow from there.

He just couldn’t wait to have Lucy’s last name change to Dragneel.

He was so lost in his thoughts of his future wife, he failed to notice the destination they arrived at. When he looked at the familiar apartment complex his heart dropped.

It was his and Lucy’s apartment complex.

He jumped out of the vehicle, about to run to the burning building when a strong hand stopped him in his tracks.

“What the hell Igneel?! Lucy’s in there!” The older male looked down to his adoptive son.

“I am very aware of that Natsu. I have a rescue team in there, you are to stay out here and help water down the fire. You can’t let your feelings for Lucy get in the way of others safety.”

“Others safety?! What the hell are you talking about-” The crackling of the fire got louder, as well as a sound of creaking boards. Natsu felt numb as he watched the building crumble to the ground instantly.

“LUCY!” Natsu pushed past his grief struck superior and made his way to the rubble. He noticed most parts were on fire, he gritted his teeth at the thought that he would have to wait until it was out to look for his girlfriend. Half an hour of waiting anxiously and running around the burning rubble to sign of Lucy, the fire was out.

Natsu acted immediately. Climbing on the soot filled pile and pushing away the debris, but still no sign of his blonde haired lover. He seen as his allies rescued others from the rubble, but not his Lucy.

“Hey, we found a body over here!” Natsu’s heart sank. Out of curiosity he ran over to where his friend had shouted.

His heart almost stopped.

It was Lucy. Her skin was covered in ash, as well as her hair. He noticed that she was on top of their animals.

Their now dead animals.

He didn’t see them struggling to get free of her grip like animals usually did during this situation. He couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know what to do. He barely felt the hand on his shoulder and the “I’m so sorry” his comrade offered him. Natsu couldn’t look at his now dead girlfriend, or the now dead animals they’ve been raising in secret for the past year they’ve lived at the complex. He stepped off the pile and started walking away from the scene. He glanced when they carried the girl on a stretcher, the two animals still in her clutch. He seen something else clasped in her hand. He didn’t waste any time in going over and seeing what it was.

When he looked at it, Natsu wished he could’ve died right there and now.

It was a pregnancy test. On the screen was a little plus, indicating that she was pregnant.

Lucy was pregnant.

Is that why she was so upset tonight? Or why she’s been so hormonal for the past few weeks? He just stared at the little test in his hands. Still not believing it. He started to shake, tears starting to run from his eyes. His mind repeating her last words.

“Natsu, don’t leave me alone tonight…”

He finally dropped down to his knees, his cries heard by everyone. He didn’t care though. He had lost everything he held dear to him all in one night.

His home.

His pets.

His other half.

…And his child.


Marilyn’s formal education was piecemeal to say the least. During her itinerant childhood she attended no less than nine different schools before dropping out of tenth grade to marry first husband James Dougherty.

While she was in school, academic achievement was not on top of her list of priorities. She once told photographer Jock Carroll, “I remember in mathematics I used to write down figures, just any figures, instead of trying to do the questions. I used to think it was a waste of my brain, using it up with mathematics, when I could be imagining all sorts of wonderful things.”

Marilyn was embarrassed about her lack of formal education. She felt ashamed of making elementary spelling and punctuation mistakes, knowing that legions of reporters and detractors would be only too happy to conclude that she was no more than the dumb blonde of her screen image.

Yet Marilyn was actually very smart and curious. She had a real turn of wit, and throughout her adult life she voraciously pursued knowledge, following an eclectic path outlined by her various benefactors, drama coaches, and by the intellectuals she was drawn to, starting with Arthur Miller. Natasha Lytess described Marilyn as “a mental beachcomber, picking the minds of others and scooping up knowledge and opinions.”

Gloria Steinem paints this quest in a more desperate light: “Her searches after knowledge were arbitrary and without context. It was as if she was shining a small flashlight of curiosity into the dark room of the world.”

- The Marilyn Encyclopedia by Adam Victor.

cinema-corner  asked:

Hi, I wanted to take a moment to say that I absolutely love your writing and it's a pleasure to read anytime, SWAS is a particular favorite of mine but I like them all. Also I know requests are open & if it's not too much I have an idea: Astrid strikes me as someone who'd laugh at the idea of being a mom, with her wanting to be right in the action and adventure like hiccup, but would love the thought after having to look after a baby who really likes her. What do you think. Workable scene maybe?

A/N: Okay, first–this is insanely late. I’m so sorry that I haven’t fulfilled this request until now.

And second of all–I put a little spin on it and placed her in the situation of caring for more of just, like, a little kid! On the other hand, I do have some snippets of interaction between Astrid and an actual baby saved in my drafts, but they felt a little not-as-good-as-they-could-be. I’ll get them out eventually!! :’)

From his place in the forge, he could easily see Astrid sitting a short distance away from the workshop.

She was seated in the grass with a young girl of five years sitting in front of her–a girl who Hiccup recognized to be Ragneid, the only child of the Haugen family. The two were stationed near a patch of small wildflowers; while Astrid skillfully twisted the child’s light brown locks into an intricate set of braids, the young girl babbled happily and weaved flowers into strands.

Hiccup couldn’t help but stop his work to watch the two bond.

It was a rare sight, after all.

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This is just a little thing I wrote based on the new information that Karin is a member of the Uzumaki clan. There are surprisingly few fics about them, and I crave their interaction, so this is the result. It takes place like a day after the war. 

Characters: Naruto Uzumaki, Karin Uzumaki

Pairings: None. 

Words: 1,271 

Note: I apologize if any of the characters are OOC. I’m not really used to writing for this fandom yet. Also, the ending. It might be a little disjointed, so I apologize ahead of time for that. I don’t believe in character bashing, so if you don’t like Karin (which for some reason is the majority of the fandom), then please don’t read or reblog this just to bash her.

Karin huffed as the guy next to her sucked her chakra. She was running low, but she couldn’t stop yet .Normally, she probably would’ve just ran away while everyone else was distracted, but she didn’t really have anywhere to go, so she figured if she healed some of their folk, they would see that she was on their side and not arrest her.

She made her way to the next guy and as she was about to offer her services, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey,” a husky, warm voice stopped her. She jumped from the sudden contact, but relaxed slightly when she saw that her speaker had spiky blond hair.

“What do you want?” she demanded warily. “Come to take me back as a prisoner? I’m healing your friends, so the least you could do is let me go.” She watched as his face scrunched up in confusion.

“Huh? What do you mean?” he asked, cocking his head. “I was just going to tell you to take a break. You look terrible,” he stated bluntly.

She twitched. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” she screeched.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he backtracked, fear written all over his face which actually gave her a bit of satisfaction

“Oh really?” she demanded, “Then what did you mean?”

“I-I just meant that you looked tired, ‘ttabayo! We just got out of a war, so you shouldn’t push yourself,” he finished, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. She looked at him curiously, the crimson orbs narrowing slightly in confusion.

“Why do you even care?” she scoffed, although due to her fatigue, she just ended up sounding drained. “I’m not a part of your team.”

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Elsanna One shot - The London Underground

Rating: T - Perfectly safe but I’ll stick a T rating on just in case.
Words: 2734
I hope you enjoy!

Oneshot – The London Underground:

Each morning in the city of London there are thousands of businessmen and women rushing around the busy streets. Each are in their own little worlds, conscious of the meeting they’re late for, the pile of work that awaits them on their desks, thinking how they can avoid their bosses long enough to finish off a report that’s due. Yes, step into the streets of London any morning and look around. Most likely you’ll be knocked to the floor as you stop against the flow of those busy people, but you will quickly notice two things about the surge of madly rushing workers. One, they have no regard for people have fallen over, and two, each of them is lost in their own routine.

Elsa Sonticus was one of those who had such a routine. Each morning she would emerge from her studio apartment, whip around to the the local Costa coffee shop to grab an Americano with two sugars and soy milk, pick up a buttery croissant from the Tesco next door, walk down two small side streets while pulling out her Oystar card and Kindle, and finally walk down the steps of Holland Park tube station to catch the 8:20 train. Elsa would do this every single day almost at the exact same second while passing the same people and observing the same advertisements boards. The only thing that changed in Elsa’s daily routine were the posters inside those advertisement boards.

Now if there was one part of the morning journey Elsa enjoyed, it was her trips on the 8:20 train. She had her own spot that she had managed to fend off from the other passengers over the years. It was at the left end of the middle carriage, right by an open window that blew in a gentle breeze that took away the unbearable heat of the underground. The usual passengers of the middle carriage knew this was the fierce looking business woman’s spot and no one dared approach her, coffee drinking, croissant eating, Kindle reading domain. They had seen young, over-confident businessmen stride up to her and mutter some cheesy chat up line about her slender figure or neat bun of white-gold hair. Each of these poor fools along with any other who disturbed Elsa during her morning journey all met the same fate. She would throw them an icy cold death stare that could turn the burliest soldiers into blubbering children. Elsa never needed to open her mouth or lower her Kindle, the stare would soon send the cause of the disruption to the other side of the train.

You can imagine her surprise then when one Monday morning Elsa’s train pulled up with a girl with fiery auburn hair wearing a smart business jacket, white shirt, and sleek black pencil skirt was already stood in her place, bobbing her head along to the no doubt jumpy pop tune playing through her white earphones. Elsa got onto the train looking paler than usual. Some of the passengers had noticed and were whispering to one another while they stared at this poor young redhead. Elsa was already in full death stare mode when the young woman finally looked up and caught Elsa’s eye. She looked down the train to some of the few staring passengers, then back at Elsa and gave a cute, oblivious smile. The smile was horribly infectious. Elsa could hardly maintain her death stare as she pursed her lips and bit on the side of her cheek to stop herself smiling back. The young woman carried on bobbing away to her songs, quite unaware of Elsa’s fury over losing her place on the train. Eventually the train pulled up at Elsa’s stop and she had to get off without gaining so much as an inch of her spot back.

Elsa brooded with silent anger for the rest of the day.

How dare she waltz onto my train and take my spot without a single thought, Elsa thought while she focused all of her fury into slamming down on the stapler to staple a series of important documents.

Now it might seem a little extreme, being so upset about a place to stand on a train, but Anna Renidens had quite innocently broken a silent rule of the London morning worker march. Never ever disrupt a person’s routine.

Elsa was quite sure that this smiling girl had no idea of important things such as a morning routine. She had contented herself then that this girl was subject to randomness and would quite happily be in a different carriage in another person’s spot the next day. Oh how wrong she had been.

The next morning Elsa’s face dropped when the 8:20 train pulled up at her stop and there stood that very same girl bobbing along to another tune. Elsa was distraught. How could this be? This was her spot and it had been for years now. How could this strangely energetic girl usurp her rightful spot in a day?

Elsa thudded onto the train with a face like thunder. Anna once again, broke her concentration away  from the fast paced beat of the song, looked up at Elsa and gave her the warmest look she could manage at 8:20 in the morning. Anna was quite confused why this tall, pretty business woman kept staring at her and giving her funny looks. Anna had only been in the city a month so she guessed that the early mornings did strange things to people here. Hell, the mornings were a struggle for Anna too. But the moment she stepped on the train and stood in this oddly cool spot, she felt wide awake and was gently dancing away to herself in seconds. She thought then that this blonde woman needed the same sort of pleasantness in her mornings so Anna decided to give her a cheery smile.

The days passed by and still Anna stood in Elsa’s spot every working morning without fail. Elsa was half tempted to get on the train on the weekend just so she could remember what it was like to stand there. Elsa’s fury grew stronger and stronger and still Anna stood there without any knowledge of the unspoken crime she had committed. One morning when the shop assistant at Tesco informed Elsa that her buttery croissant wasn’t going to be in stock today she had had enough. She flew down the corridors and escalators of the underground and stood waiting for the 8:20 train like a cat waiting for a mouse to come out of a hole in the wall. The train pulled up and sure enough, there stood Anna Renidens hungrily eating a rather large sandwich baguette. Elsa crossed to her in the blink of an eye. The passengers of the train looked on with bated breath, this was the confrontation they’d been expecting to see for just over a week now. Elsa was waiting for Anna to notice her standing a little too close. She was going over the clear set of arguments she had thought out on the way down when she actually looked at this girl for the first time. She had a light sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks, with pinkish-red lips and bright turquoise eyes. She was beautiful. Elsa was too lost in her thoughts to even realise that Anna had pulled out one ear phone and was asking her if she was okay.

“Hey, excuse me, are you feeling okay?” repeated Anna.

Elsa finally snapped out of her trance enough to make some attempt at speech, “Uh… um… well…”

Elsa couldn’t quite meet those brilliant eyes so she kept looking at Anna’s forehead instead so that this girl knew she was being addressed, to an extent.

“Oh my God,” said Anna as her eyes went wide with shock, “I have chocolate on my forehead don’t I? Oh my, I’m so sorry. Here I am dancing away to myself when in fact I’m being a disgrace to the entirety of London!” Anna began scrubbing at the middle of her forehead asking where the stain was.

This wasn’t how Elsa planned things to go. She hadn’t done anything to get her spot back. All she had managed to do was get this girl to draw attention to them both. Every eye of the passengers was on them now.

“No, no it isn’t that. There’s nothing on your forehead,” said Elsa impatiently.

“Oh. Phew! You have no idea how many times my mother used to warn me about that. She claimed that I once strode about for an entire day with half a chocolate bar melted on my head when I was a kid.”

Elsa blinked. She had no idea what was going on any more. She just wanted her place back, no matter how adorable this girl was being. “Listen… here’s the thing,” said Elsa now gone shy, “I… uh.. you see… this is where um-”

Anna looked on with that same cheery smile as Elsa stammered along.

“Your stood in my spot,” Elsa said after several attempts.

At first Anna laughed rather loudly. She had no idea this blonde woman was funny too. After Anna wiped a small tear from the corner of her eye she soon realised this was no joke. Elsa stood there with a stern expression set on her face, arms crossed firmly.

“Oh… You were serious?”

“Serious? Of course I am,” Elsa hissed, “I’ve stood in that same spot for the past two years. Every morning I get my coffee and croissant and read a book while standing in that very place. My spot.” Elsa’s face had slowly turned deeper shades of angry red, or pink in her case since her skin was so pale.

As for Anna, well this made no sense to her whatsoever. How could someone that pretty come onto a train and be so rude! Anna wasn’t giving this spot up now. “What makes it your spot?” she said, deciding to poke the beast of fury that was this blonde woman.

“Weren’t you listening? I’ve stood here for the past two years! This is my routine and no one interrupts. Especially by taking my spot.”

“Like hell this is your spot. I don’t see your name on it!” Anna retorted like that same small child who once had half a chocolate bar melted on her head, “Plus I was just starting to get real comfortable here. I think I might bring a fold up chair with me so I can stretch my legs out too.”

Elsa was beginning to defy her natural skin tone and was quickly reaching the deepest, darkest  reds. But before she could open her mouth and let loose on this infuriating girl, Elsa’s stop pulled up. Anna shot her a sly look of victory as Elsa stepped off and the train pulled away. Anna even had the nerve to give her a little wave.

It could only be expected then when the 8:20 train pulled up the next day with Anna grinning like the Cheshire cat, her hands on her hips, standing defiantly in Elsa’s spot. There would be no holding back today Elsa decided. As soon as the doors opened the arguing began. Elsa would lecture Anna over the importance of maintaining simple order so that everyone could have an organised and pleasant morning. Anna would disagree on every point she could, saying that Elsa was selfish, caring only about her own comfort.

“Of course people are selfish!” Elsa would cry, “This is London for heaven’s sake!”

And so this soon became the routine of Elsa, Anna and the passengers of the 8:20 train on the Central line. The train would pull up at Holland Park station, Elsa would get on, the passengers would moan and groan, and the two young businesswomen would begin arguing. Now people stayed away from the spot not because of an icy death stare, but because they didn’t want to get caught up in the unrelenting debate. Once a guard tried to break them up but Elsa and Anna turned their anger on the poor guard instead, both arguing against him until he backed out of the middle carriage and dared not come back in. Their arguments weren’t even about Elsa’s, or everyone’s as Anna insisted, spot. They would argue about books, movies, sushi, even the latest posters in the advertisements boards. Anna had the cheek one day to wait till the train arrived at Holland Park before pulling out a fold-up camping chair out of a rucksack and sat in it before the doors opened. Anna soon regretted this decision when the train started moving again and the chair slid out from underneath her. Elsa managed to catch her before she fell to the ground only to begin arguing with her about how much she liked to wind people up.

This all carried on for another few months until Elsa was off ill with the flu one day. Anna realised on that oddly quiet and lonely day that she actually enjoyed arguing with Elsa in the morning. She was wide awake every morning now, always set for her daily dose of Elsa confrontation. Through their countless arguments she got to know Elsa quite well, she knew what she liked, she certainly knew what she disliked, she knew how Elsa would purse her lips and bite her cheek when she didn’t want to burst out laughing or smile, she knew the way Elsa would dress on the certain days of the week. All of this was only the start of her Elsapedia. Anna wondered how on earth that in the few months of living in London, the person she knew the most about and liked the most was someone she argued with daily. Before her thoughts got carried away with themselves, Anna noticed that the passengers were enjoying the peace a little too much. She was half tempted to start arguing with the lot of them just to add some noise to that unfamiliar quiet.

The next day the 8:20 train pulled up to the platform and Elsa, despite being slightly fluey still, was ready to make up for the day of arguing she missed. She was shocked then when the doors opened to reveal her spot empty with not a flicker of auburn hair in sight. She tentatively stepped onto the train. Surely this is some kind of trick? She thought. She knew it had to be a trick. Any minute now Anna would probably run down the train and slide into the spot. Elsa looked down the train and saw Anna stood on the other side alone and beaming at her. Elsa quite forgot about the spot now. This simply wouldn’t do. How dare Anna move to the other side when there was a debate to be had! The passengers closest to the hotly contested spot sighed with relief as for the first time in months, they would be away from the ceaseless argument that began at 8:20 everyday. The passengers near Anna, however, looked on with horror as the tall, blonde businesswoman strode purposefully towards them.

“I demand to know the reason behind your sudden immigration to this side of the train! Do you care nothing for routine?” said Elsa gripping onto a nearby pole to steady herself.

Anna meanwhile continued to beam at Elsa as she enjoyed her attempts to start an argument about anything at all. Curiously, Elsa became redder with anger because Anna simply wouldn’t argue back, she only smiled. Elsa, to her own frustration, found herself admiring Anna’s features all over again.

“This is all a big trick isn’t it? To get me away from my spot! Well let me tell you, Anna Renidens-!”

“Would you be interested in going out for something to eat this evening?” said Anna looking down at the floor, occasionally casting shy glances back up at Elsa.

Elsa was taken aback. That was the last thing she expected Anna to say. She soon found herself stuttering as she had once done when she first spoke to Anna. This was also the first time Anna had said something that Elsa couldn’t or didn’t want to argue with.

“Wow, um- well, I mean… I’d love to.”

Both girls went pink to their ears.

“Finally!” Shouted a blonde boy further down the carriage.

The Fisherman - A Tayvin Oneshot

Taylor was never one for the idea of soul mates. The whole idea of there being only one person you’re meant to be with – one, single, solitary person out of the seven billion living and breathing souls on the planet, spread out across every corner of the globe, how only one of those millions of millions of variations of personalities and hearts were meant for you – she just didn’t buy it. It sounded farfetched, even for someone like her, the world’s biggest hopeless romantic. It was impossible. The sheer statistical improbability of a soul mate was impossible. The odds were just not in your favor, nor were they ever going to be. It was a game everyone liked to play, but no one could ever win.

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