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caitybug · 3 years ago

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PROMPT

leaving cute notes for the other on the fridge

BONUS ROUND - involve a banana or bitmoji

Tessa, you're after my heart aren't you?

A banana for you, my dear.

Prompt from this list <3

If you prefer, you are welcome to read the fic on ao3 here

Or under the cut below

(I hope you enjoy, I'm trying to shake off the rust.)

Baz

Now that uni’s back in session, it’s been more and more difficult to find time to be with Snow. He’s been working with Niamh, taking care of the animals brought to her in the evenings, and I’ve been in classes.

It’s been hard to say the least. We see each other at night, but we’re both so knackered that neither of us have much energy beyond a quick touch base before we fall asleep.

But Snow, true to his word, is putting in effort. He’s trying.

Every morning I find a note on the fridge from him.

Sometimes they’re simple. ‘Have a good day, babe’ or ‘Kick your exams arse!’

But sometimes he says he loves me. That he’s proud of me. (That one made me choke up more than it should have.) He even put something on a post-it that made me glad it’s only him and me here. Distracted me all day. Like my mind isn’t already thinking of him constantly.

(Neither of us got much sleep that night.)

Today, however, I’m staring at the fridge and it’s blank. I know he made one. He does it every night when he gets home, late enough that I’m usually on my way to bed, or getting close to it. I’ve caught him a few times as he writes them out. He frantically holds them behind his back and asks me what I’m doing.

“I’m thirsty, Snow,” I said one time.“Am I not allowed to have water?”

He coughed and grabbed me a glass, filling it to the brim with water. “Here!” He shoved it to me, spilling some on the floor. “Uh, wait.”

I looked down and back at him scrambling to grab a towel to wipe it up. His wings knocked down his empty mug that was waiting for tea, causing him more distress.

“I’ll just—” I pointed to the bedroom “I’ll meet you in bed.”

He grunted as he began picking up the pieces of his mug. The post-it note sitting on the counter, damp with water smudging whatever he was writing on it.

Since then I decided to leave him be. He gets home, makes tea, writes his note, and then comes to bed.

Him coming to bed is typically the signal that everything’s safe again. That I’m clear to move around the flat.

But last night he took longer than usual. I heard him clamber through the door, his boots hitting the floor as he shook them off his feet. (He never unties them. Just pushed them off his feet. It ruins the heel.) Even heard the typical sigh of him stretching his wings from under his shirt. (He’s still not gotten them removed. I think he’s not committed to the idea either way.) (I, for one, hope he keeps them.)

And yet, nothing.

It’s empty.

A blank fridge in a barely lit kitchen.

I take a deep breath.

I know it shouldn’t be a shock to me. The notes weren’t always going to be here, were they?

Relationships evolve and grow. This is just the next step, right? I don’t need a note every day, right? Surely I can survive without a square sticky yellow piece of paper with Snow’s horrible handwriting telling me something like hate to see you go, but love to watch you leave or don’t drain your professor dry today.

I steel myself before turning to the counter.

Tea. I need tea and then I’ll be off for the day.

While I’m warming my tea I hear the faint noise of Simon snoring in his bed.

He didn’t sleep much. I know because he was tossing and turning and keeping me awake too. Almost sent him to the sofa.

I think I was afraid to. As much as I know he’s not leaving. That things are different this time, there’s that tinge of fear that pops up.

It’s gotten less and less. Diminishing as my confidence in him, in us, grows.

If I’d have known he didn’t write me a note I would have kicked him off.

The kettle goes off and I pour myself some water for tea, spotting the fruit we have sitting on the counter.

I grab a banana and sit at the table, but when I look at it—really look this time—it’s browned.

Not just browned in the way that bananas get when they’re old, but poked through. Like someone pricked tiny holes in it to spell out words.

We’ve run out of post-its.

(Fuck, I meant to pick up more.)

I turn it over to see more writing.

And I hope this doesn’t drive you bananas.

(That explains the chuckling I heard from the kitchen last night.)

I turn it a bit more.

I love you, Baz. Good luck on your presentation.

It’s so incredibly stupid.

So incredibly soft.

No wonder it took him so long. The menace must have used a needle to do this.

I look up at the door. Simon’s still snoring softly.

I love him so much.

I place the banana down and bring the tea to my lips.

Simon

When I wake up it’s nearly one in the afternoon.

I didn’t sleep well last night, and I nearly moved to the sofa because I was afraid it was keeping Baz up.

But I didn’t want to leave him.

Sometimes it still feels too new. Like I just got him and I’m too afraid to let him go.

Surprised he didn’t kick me off himself if I’m being honest. I was waiting for it, but he’s too much of a stubborn git to do it I think.

“I’m a Vampire, Simon,” he said once when I told him he needed to go to sleep. “I’m supposed to be up all night.”

I’ll remind him of that if he complains that I kept him up.

I make myself a cup of tea and take a seat at the table. I see the banana on top of a notebook. It’s looking worse for wear. The words I pricked in are practically unrecognizable at this point, the brown around each poke spreading more and more.

I look at the notebook underneath the banana. I open it to the first page, worried that it’s one Baz needed today, but then I nearly drop it in shock.

I flip through pages and pages of paper filled up with post-it notes. All the ones I’ve left Baz over the past couple of months. (Which has been every day. I’ve shocked myself with it.)

I pull out my phone and send a text.

13:56: I love you.

13:56: I’ll be home tonight. Want takeaway?

I don’t expect a text back right away. Baz is such a stickler about phones during class. But my phone vibrates a minute later.

13:57: Yes. I can pick up. Going to grab another stack of notes for you too.

13:58: I love you too, banana head.

I snap a photo of the notebook and send it to him with the caption: You love it.

I close the notebook again (bloody sap) and continue to drink my tea.

Baz

I do, Snow, I do love it.

The small acknowledgements, the feelings of normal in a relationship with you.

I rise from my seat now that class is over, typing out my response to Simon.

14:17: I’m coming home, grabbing two sandwiches.

14:18: Don’t you have class?

14:18: I’ve suddenly become under the weather. I think I need to be taken care of.

14:19: Grab three sandwiches. I’ll make you a cup of tea and get the bed ready.

#snowbaz #carry on fanfiction #simon snow #baz pitch #caity does prompts #caity does fanfiction #Tessa I hope this fills your prompt well haha #thank you for the banana I loved it

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caitybug · 3 years ago

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It’s been a while, but hit me with a prompt? Can be from this list or something wild like my porta potty fic haha. Though I’m looking at one of these with big eyes with an idea.

casual affection

covering the other with a blanket when they fall asleep on the couch

making playlists/mixtapes/cassettes for the other

showing the other a meme/video that reminds them of them

smiling at each other from across the room

teasing each other good-naturedly

laying their hand on the other’s leg

embracing them from behind

talking about how much they love the other to their friends/family

giving the other the comfy seat in the car/kitchen/living room/etc.

plugging in the other’s phone when they fall asleep

bringing the other leftovers

rubbing the other’s back when it hurts

looking in each other’s eyes during a conversation

taking a photo of the other smiling or in their element

doing the other’s hair

doing the other’s laundry/dishes

changing the lyrics of a song so it says the other’s name

buying the other something small they mentioned they wanted

winking at the other

putting an arm around the other’s shoulder

letting the other have the umbrella/hoodie

bumping the other’s shoulder when they say something funny

ruffling their hair

laying their head on the other’s shoulder

squeezing the other’s shoulder

fixing the other’s clothes

cleaning the house when the other is at work

leaving cute notes for the other on the fridge

asking the other how their day was

hyping the other up before they do something big

#I’m on break so let’s see what happens y’all #Caity does prompts

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firesoulstuff · 3 years ago

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Frost and Caitlin for the siblings prompts, please😊

“That’s our fucking show, goddamn traitor!” + “I’m not sure if I would be the person I am if you weren’t here to set me straight.”

"Caity, you don't want to do this."

Caity squeaks, shudders, and it send a pang through Frost's chest. She never thought they'd be standing here, that she would be taking this position. She always assumed that if it ever came to this she would be pushing Caity out the door. Hell, she thought she'd still be inside her head, and the thought's crossed her mind before that she would take control and do the running for Caity if she had to.

But things have changed. She's got her own life now, the others recognize her as her own person, and she's finally understanding just how complicated a life and other people can be.

She doesn't know if she's making the right choice or not. Maybe she would be right to let Caity pull at this thread.

"Caity you're drunk."

Caity turns around, "Not that drunk."

No, but she is a little drunk. Just a half glass of wine too many; God she's a lightweight. Anyway, no, she isn't that drunk. Buzzed is more like it. But still, it shouldn't happen like this. It should happen because Caity is finally sure, not because she's scared and had too much to drink.

"You care about Cisco. You trust him more than anyone. If he says he's in love with Kamila, then don't you trust that?"

A part of her doesn't trust that. A part of her is screaming to let. Caity. Go. Let her tell Cisco what she should've figured out and told him years ago. That it's worth the risk.

Is it worth the risk?

She'll probably be up all night, turning that over in her head and trying to decide if she made the right move stopping Caity instead of letting her go. But Caity closes the door and trudges over to the couch.

While she sinks down Frost, for once, is much more careful. She climbs onto the white cushion and crosses her legs. When Caity doesn't move she reaches over and tucks a lock of hair behind her sister's ear. She isn't great at this whole comforting thing, but she'll do her best.

"I love him." Caity mutters, her eyes glassy.

"I know."

"I waited too long."

It takes effort to swallow down the "no shit" that pops into her head when she hears that.

"Yeah, ya did." Is what comes out of her mouth, more as a wince than anything comforting, so she scrambles through her thoughts fast to find a recovery.

"Sorry." She settles for, "Um... Look, right now, Cisco just has some stuff he needs to do. What's that saying? If you love something set it free, if it comes back then it's yours? Between you and me, I think Cisco's gonna come back, you just have to let him go for now."

She, for the record, has no idea where in her ass she's pulled that from, nor if it's actually comforting. But Caity hums, and leans her head onto Frost's shoulder.

"He'll come back." She says again. "You're too awesome of a human being."

Caity laughs, and she does too. Then it's quiet, almost peaceful.

"You know," Caity eventually breaks the silence. "I'm not sure I would be the person I am if you weren't here to set me straight."

She laughs. She slings her arm all the way around Caity's shoulders, still laughing.

"It's true!"

"It's the wine talking." She laughs, "You were all grown up and in love with Cisco before you even knew I was there."

"Maybe." Caity shrugs, her eyes fixed out ahead. "But you were there."

Yeah... She was.

They've talk about it, a little, before. Childhood. Teenage years. She... She was there. She doesn't remember much of it though. After the bike incident Caity's subconscious had her suppressed hard. She remembers bits and pieces, mostly when things were bad. Sometimes, if she thinks hard enough, she can remember more.

"Whatever." She says, not really in the mood to go down that road tonight. Maybe another time. So she hands Caity the remote before she can object. "Put Masked Singer on."

She sees Caity's lips part from the corner of her eye, and she notes Caity's thumb doesn't move on the buttons.

"You didn't watch without me." It isn't a question. It's a growled demand.

"I didn't watch without you." Caity echoes, "But um... I did see who was unmasked."

"You what?!"

"I'm sorry!" Caity swears, bolting upright. "It just popped up on Instagram! It was an article!"

"That's why you filter tags!" She scolds, "Caity! That's our fucking show, goddamn traitor!"

Let the record show, her huffing is more out of annoyance than anything stronger, but even so she shakes her head and folds her arms.

"I'm sorry!" Caity whines, "We can still watch!"

"Yeah, ok, because you're capable of sitting next to me for an hour and keeping the ending a secret."

She is not, for the record, and they both know it.

"I'm sorry..."

Frost tips her head back and groans, loudly, before finally sighing.

"You're lucky you're sad right now." She eventually grumbles. "Otherwise, I'd be really pissed at you."

#the flash #killer frost and caitlin snow #caitlin snow #frost #killervibe

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sleekervae · 4 years ago

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The Neighbour [1.1]

Masterlist

Trigger Warning: Some light smut if you squint

"SEBASTIAN! YOU BURNED THE FUCKING HOTDOGS!" Emerson suddenly yelled. Eva turned her head towards the explicit commotion not ten feet away from her. Emerson was huddled over the mini beach barbecue the boys had brought out, frantically fanning the grey wisps of smoke that rose from within the grill. Sebastian meanwhile had missed out on the serve that Michael had made with the volleyball and ran over to help his brother.

"I didn't burn the hotdogs! I left Rem to watch 'em!" he said.

"How's Remington going to watch the hotdogs when he and Andrew are both in the water?" Emerson snapped back at him.

"Quit your bitchin' and help me put this out!" Sebastian then proceeded to grab his beach towel out from the sand and tried to help Emerson in putting out their lunch. Eva sighed and turned her head back towards the ocean horizon.

"S'pose we get lunch from the snack bar," she said. The girls were just as drawn to the commotion as Eva, watching the boys with amusement.

"Men. Always think they know what they're doing," Shy sighed. Eva glanced back at the young brunette with a smile, turning back to Caity as she scrolled through her Tumblr blog on her phone.

"These are really good, Eva!" she praised, "Shy, have you read these?"

"Why, yes I have," Shy smiled, "You should read some of them out for us, Eva,"

Eva smiled sheepishly, shaking her head, "Yeah... I don't know about that,"

"Serving! With or without ya, Seb!" Eva suddenly heard Larissa call. She turned her head again, looking past the boys and the barbecue to her friend tossing the dusty volleyball over her head and spiking it over the net towards Caity's husband, Hayden, "I ain't fucking losing, yet!" she said.

Hayden suddenly dropped to his knees and bumped the ball before it could hit the sand, tossing it back over the net. Larissa jumped forward to bump it, but her timing was off and the ball ended up bouncing off her wrist and into the sand behind her. Hayden and Michael meanwhile high-fived each other.

"What was that you were saying, Larissa?" Hayden asked with a laugh. Larissa glared back and flipped him off as she grabbed the volleyball, turning back towards Sebastian as he and Emerson were still trying to put out the barbecue.

"Honey! C'mon!"

"I'm not exactly tying my laces, sweetheart!" he called back, coughing from the thick smoke that continued to rise. Eva just rolled her eyes.

"Throw it in the fucking ocean!" she called to the boys, "The fish'll eat it,"

"Fish don't eat meat, Eva!" Emerson called back to her.

"What the fuck does Jaws eat, then? Kale?" she said, prompting Shy to snort with bemusement.

Meanwhile, about twenty feet down to the shoreline, Remington had emerged from the ocean, shaking out his wet hair as Andrew followed him. The boys had decided to take a quick dip to cool off from the blazing heat, but they didn't expect to find the spontaneous mini bonfire that had broken out at their set up.

"He let the fucking dogs go again," Andrew shook his head.

"And I wasted a good theme song on his cooking segment," Remington scoffed. They stumbled over to their friends through the sand, now sticking and slowing them down as it clung to their feet and legs like tiny weights.

"Seb!" Rem called his brother, "When I said I wanted my dog a tad charred, this ain't what I meant," he said.

"It's Emerson's fault," Sebastian said, now standing over the hot dogs he and Emerson had drenched out in water, "He wasn't watching 'em,"

"Fuck off!" Emerson replied, "You were in charge of the barbecue while I went to the showers,"

Shy groaned and sat up from her towel, now starting to get annoyed, "Oh, boys!" she called to them, "How about we get some burgers and beers from the concession stand instead of getting into a pissing contest?" she said.

"Yeah!" Eva chimed in, "We're starving over here!"

"How can you be starving? You've all been sitting over there doing dick for the past hour," Sebastian said.

"Dick?" Caity scoffed back dramatically, "Darling, I'm currently reading pieces from one of the greatest young poets of our generation -- I wouldn't call that dick," she bumped Eva with a coy smile.

Shy grinned, "If you behave, she might read it for us later,"

"I love how you both just volunteered me for that," Eva huffed. Remington watched in delight as the young writer hung her head in her hands, adorned in her neon yellow bikini that did little to cover her bottom.

"Is Eva gonna' read for us? I want in!" Larissa chimed from the court.

"I'm not reading anything!" Eva protested with a shy giggle, "I'm hungry and on the verge of sunstroke! And Sebastian killed our lunch!"

"See?"

"Shut up, Emerson!"

Eva quickly retied the bun atop her head before using her arms to cushion her head, laying back down in the sand and relaxing as Caity continued to scroll through her proses. She closed her eyes and basked in the warming heat of the sun, letting any worries of stresses she had slowly drift off. That is... until she felt a pair of wet, cold hands glide down her back.

"Hey!" she let out a squeal and sat up, finding a soaking-wet Remington standing over her, smiling like the devil.

"You little bitch!" she picked up a handful of sand threw it at him in retaliation, only nailing his naked side. The others laughed along with him while Eva could only pout, "Why?"

"You said you had heat stroke. I was trying to help," he said smartly, "Wanna' go for a dip?" he nodded towards the water.

"You just came out of there," she said, "You wanna' go back already?"

"Sure. Besides, you're nicer to look at in the water then Andrew, anyway," he replied.

The blistering heat did only part of the convincing for Eva; she'd take any excuse to have Remington sans shirt before her, "Alright, let's go," she put her hands out and getting the hint, Remington lifted her to her feet with little effort.

Shy snorted as they headed towards the water, "He wants to do naughty things in the ocean," she not-so-subtly whispered.

"Just watch," Caity smirked, "She'll post a steamy poem about it tonight,"

Eva poked her tongue at Remington before taking off towards the waves, and he was right on her tail. Splashing along as she jogged, when it was deep enough Eva dived in, shaking off the frigid cold that consumed her body. Emerging soon after she shook out her hair and rubbed the salt water from her eyes, and Remington quickly broke free of the water soon after.

"Hi,"

His usually spiky hair was sopping wet as it clung to his forehead, his eyes clenching as he tried to rub the water out of them. His skin was covered in pointed droplets, as though adorning him in small diamonds. His darker roots were becoming more prominent, but what was left of the blonde shimmered delicately beneath the sun's rays. And the smile he wore was just as good a match in how mellow and comfortable Eva felt, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You're really cute," she chuckled, pushing his hair out of his face.

"You're not so bad, yourself," he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her nose before tasting the salt on her lips.

"Get a room!" Emerson called from the shore, effectively breaking them apart as they laughed together.

"Don't be a hypocrite!" Remington shouted back. Emerson flipped him off.

They stayed in the shallow water, Remington crouching so his shoulders breached the calm water while Eva sat on his knees, her legs wrapped around his waist. They were watching their friends continue to goof off on the beach, by now Emerson had given up on the hot dogs and pushed the barbecue into the sand, instead going to sit with the girls. A simple veil of thin smoke danced through the air. The volleyball game continued on, with Sebastian now picking up Larissa's slack. And Eva's head was slack as she rested against his shoulder, sitting comfortably with Remington in the bobbing ocean. They moved softly up and down with the waves, Remington holding them in place and holding his girl close.

Eva sighed quietly, "It almost looks normal," she mumbled.

"The beach?" Reming asked, running a hand over her back, "Kind of. But at least we're safe out here,"

Eva chuckled, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, "Perfect; let's just rent a houseboat and sail for the next year until the vaccine rolls out. Safe from all humans,"

"No humans? I can get behind that," he smiled, both of them moving to come up and meet in a kiss, "But of course, I'm dragging you with me,"

"And leave your brothers behind?"

"They can get their own fucking houseboat,"

She smiled and kissed him again, her delicate fingers running softly through the tendrils of his hair. Remington began kissing down her jaw and trailing his lips to her neck, biting softly and sucking on her skin.

She exhaled softly when he began kissing across her collarbone and shoulder, "Rem," she giggled, slightly short of breath, "There's people here,"

Remington smiled against her skin, "They can't see us," he smirked, fingers brushing the band of her bikini top, "Is this okay?"

Eva nodded and moaned quietly as he adorned her chest in more kisses. She dipped her head down to rest on his shoulder so it wouldn't appear as if something naughty was taking place. But Remington continued to bite and nibble away at her soft skin. She pressed a kiss to his neck as she felt him began to shift the band to her top.

"Rem," she giggled. He just smirked and continued on, "You're so bad," she laughed, but it was overtaken by a gasp and a nervous smile when she felt him beneath her. Her insides trembled with excitement. She grabbed his jaw and tilted him down meet her, kissing him hard as he quickly fixed her top.

"If someone saw that," she giggled. Remington just giggled like a child, "You're dead meat,"

"I'm quaking,"

Perhaps it was the lack of stress that made it all so easy? There was no traveling, no deadlines, shows, mobs of fans. And Remington couldn't remember when it could be so simple to date, especially not with the life he had been leading the past five years. There was always a hole of guilt with past girlfriends, whether he missed birthdays or the long distance would drive deep wedges between them. The only distance that separated him from Eva was a single street.

And it was really easy to be happy around her.

The sun set over the water a sum of hours later, not terribly late but a beautiful peachy haze coated the sky. Andrew was eventually able to get the barbecue working again and had small flames replacing the heat that was dwindling by the hour. The conversation amongst Remington and his friends went through one ear and out the other, threading his fingers through the cold sand. Further down the beach he could spot Eva's darkened silhouette at the concession stand, accompanying Shy and Emerson to pick up dinner for them all.

Caity scooched over, smiling with giddy as she nudged him gently, "Hey,"

"Hey,"

"So, how's it going?" she asked, quietly enough so the others wouldn't hear.

Remington shrugged, "I got sand in my shorts, so it's not great; but not overall bad, either," he replied.

Caity simpered, "Kay, I don't give a shit what's in your shorts. I'm talking about Eva. How's that going?"

"It's great!" he told her, "I feel really good, she's really great --"

"I was just going to say, 'cause you look good," she commented, "Though, you could do with a haircut,"

Remington pushed his fingers through his hair, "I'm thinking of letting it grow out," he grinned, "Honestly... I'm really happy. I can't remember the last time I felt this good. I mean, I miss being on tour and meeting all the kids --"

"But you have been missing something in your life. I get it," Caity nodded, "I always thought that you needed someone -- not super sophisticated, but mature, fun, interesting,"

"She's definitely interesting," he said, smiling when he remembered her arrest story.

"And I like her a lot, more than... what was her name? The petite little blonde with the nose ring?"

"Marcy,"

"Yeah, her," Caity glanced down the length of the beach as Emerson, Shy and Eva were coming back with boxes of food, "In a world of influencers and Instagram models, it's kind of refreshing to meet somebody like Eva,"

"I'm glad to have your approval," he smiled.

"We all like her," she told him, "So you'll do well not to fuck this up. Or I will come after you,"

Remington didn't need to stare long into Caity's pointed gaze to know that she wasn't joking around. He placed his right hand over his chest.

"Hand of God, I'll treat her better then the Queen," he promised.

As the last words left his lips Eva had returned, balancing three boxes of hot food in her arms, "What's this about the Queen?" she asked.

"I'm trying to convince Remington to watch The Crown," Caity said, smiling coyly.

Remington quickly caught on, "It may as well be a Downton Abbey documentary, and I had no care for Downton Abbey either," he replied.

Eva chuckled as she handed out the boxes, "I'm more of an Umbrella Academy fan, myself. Sorry Caity,"

"Fine, I'll be the cultured one of the group," Caity shrugged, "Fish and chips?"

"Cod, not halibut," and she gave a box to Remington, "And fried cauliflower tacos for you,"

"You're an angel," he said.

"I know," she beamed and sat down beside him, tittering when he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Michael opted to drive some of them back home in his pick-up. Somehow, Remington and Eva found themselves sitting in the cargo bed while Emerson and Shy sat in the car. Not that neither of them minded. The evening breeze whipped over exposed skin and tousled through their hair, but they sat curled up together in the corner of the bed.

Eva rested her head on Remington's chest, watching the world fly by in a fantastical blur of deep colors and shooting lights. She felt safe with his arms around her -- like an impromptu seatbelt -- and took in his spicy cologne with trace hints of sand and beer. Warm breaths cascaded over her forehead, contrasting the electric sensation of his cold hands that rubbed up and down the length of her arms. Drunk on the sun and some of the White Claws she had consumed earlier, Eva raised her heavy eyes to look up at him.

Remington had a particular renaissance beauty that she couldn't help but be mesmerized by: like stumbling upon Van Gogh's Starry Night for the first time and she was transfixed by every brushstroke and individual, vibrant color. Remington was a vibrant shock, a spark plug that had Eva seeing the world in a new, brighter saturation. Everything about him was good, and she wondered how she was so fortunate to have stumbled into his life, picked his neighbourhood to move into.

Feeling her eyes lingering Remington glanced down at the small brunette, taken by the soft, sleepy smile she wore. Her stormy eyes watched him like he was the brightest thing she had ever seen. Without a word he kissed her fully, deeply, inhaling her sigh, not having any idea how he knocked the wind out of her with a simple touch. Did she know how crazy she drove him? How every waking minute they were apart he needed to hear her voice, watch her lips part into a beaming smile, wanted to count the freckles on her back and feel her fingers tracing the shapes of his veins?

Perhaps it was too early for Remington to admit that he was in love; he had a tendency of falling hard and falling fast for people. However, if the sober part of him wasn't holding him back he would've blurted it right then and there. He didn't want to imagine not having Eva in his life, couldn't imagine moving into the future without her.

And little did he know that she was thinking the same thing...

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waywardfangirl · 4 years ago

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Both @captain-aralias and @palimpsessed did really nice posts to share their fics from this year as well as their thoughts on what they wrote, and I enjoyed reading their posts (and their fics!) so much that I thought I would take them up on their open invitation to do one too! I’m a big believer in keeping lists of your accomplishments to look at on days when self-doubt creeps in, so I encourage anyone else who might be interested to do this too! (All the questions are copied from @captain-aralias)

List of Completed Fics this year:

I wrote ten fics this year, as well as starting a ton of WIPs, which is amazing to me, considering I have only written fic once before in my life!

Slow - General, 3k

We’re Not in Genovia Anymore - Teen, 28k

Promises - General, 3k

A Privilege to Love You - Teen, 7k

Early Riser - General, >1k

Write This Down - General, 3k

As You Wish - Teen, 13k

The View from the Veranda - General, 4k

Down By The Sea - General, 2k

Just Want You to Know Who I Am - General, 1k (written in 2020, posted in 2021)

Total: 10 fics, 67k words, 100% Snowbaz

Pretty good for what is truly the first year that I have been an active participant in fandom!

Questions answered below the cut.

Best/worst title?

A Privilege to Love You is my favorite title, because I think the line is just so sweet, and it makes my heart melt.

We’re Not in Genovia Anymore is definitely my worst title, because that was just the placeholder name I gave the WIP, but then I got so used to it I forgot to change it to something better before posting. I still cringe a bit at that one.

Best/worst summary?

l am horrifically indecisive, so I have a few summaries that I like. Just Want You To Know Who I Am is short and sweet, and I think it conveys exactly what I want it to:

Baz is fine. He's fine. Everything is fine. (It just isn't.)

~A fic about being loved in all the little ways~

But I also really liked the quotes I pulled for The View from the Veranda, As You Wish, and A Privilege to Love You.

Early Riser also has a summary that I let break my heart:

Baz wakes up early now, even though Simon doesn’t.

I does very little to convey what the fic is about, but after reading the fic it hurts like I wanted it to, sooo.....

I think that Promises has the worst summary though:

Inspired by the song "Promises" from the musical Hadestown.

Simon and Baz have spent the last three years working on themselves and on their relationship. Now it's time for their next step together.

Best/worst first line?

Baz says it best to open The View from the Veranda:

I am not a man accustomed to enduring want.

However, Simon deserves an honorable mention for starting us off right in As You Wish:

Baz is such a prick.

As for worst opening lines, I don’t really think I have any. I have some that stand better as an opening paragraph than an opening line, but I place a lot of importance on the first line of a story, so I like to make sure all mine are strong.

Best/worst last line?

I am not going to spoil any last lines for anyone (I cover up the last page of books when I read to reveal it slowly, word by word, so I take last lines seriously!), but I will say that As You Wish has an adorably predictable last line that I love.

For worst last line, I have to say Slow. I liked the line itself when I wrote it, but then I learned later that people were interpreting it in a more steamy way than what I had intended, and because I feel like Slow is such an innocent fic and really highlights how important it is for Simon to not be rushed into every decision he makes, I don’t like that it sounds like he and Baz rushed into something else. (I just meant that they talked and maybe kissed a bit! That’s it!)

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

On December 31st, 2019, I was pet sitting when I came across a prompt for a Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement Snowbaz AU. I impulsively started to write, even though I had only written one other fic in my life (Check, Please!), and I had never written Snowbaz before. I kind of thought that maybe I would write one fic and that would be all, and that maybe one fic is all I would ever write, but I am so happy to have been wrong about that! I wrote way more than I could have predicted, and I even did NaNoWriMo! (I failed NaNoWriMo too, and I’m okay with that, because I want writing to be something I do for fun, not something that stresses me out.)

As a fun side note, Carry On is a fandom that I have returned to many times in my life, and it seems to have a special place on New Year’s Eve/New Year’s Day for me. I was given Fangirl as a Christmas present, and started reading it on New Year’s Eve, only to finish it and realize that the new year had arrived while I was engrossed in the book. I have spent multiple New Year’s Eves since engrossed in a reread of the book, or reading fic, and so it feels really fitting that I got into properly writing fic for Carry On as the year turned over.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year?

Literally all of this was unexpected, as I never planned on writing any more fic, but I think I am most surprised to have written multiple songfics. I never read many songfics, and didn’t often care for them, but I wrote Promises off of the song from Hadestown, Write This Down off of George Strait’s song, and then Just Want You to Know Who I Am because Caity got the Goo Goo Dolls stuck in my head.

What’s your favourite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

My favorite might actually be my most popular, so I’ll go with my close second favorites (it’s a tie)

A Privilege to Love You is a soulmate au, and those are my favorite things ever. I also received some of the best feedback on this one, and I feel like I did a lot of things that worked really well in this fic.

The View from the Veranda is just so wonderful for me though, it combines my love of history with absolute silliness for a friend (I love you Liz!!!), @krisrix did some INCREDIBLE art for it, and I just had so much fun writing it.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

As You Wish was the most popular, hands down, with more hits, kudos, comments, and bookmarks than any other fic I wrote. It’s also the fic of mine that I reread the most, because it makes me so happy and I love all the silly moments.

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

We’re Not in Genovia Anymore is probably the answer here. This isn’t entirely backed up by metrics, since it does have more hits and kudos than some of my other fics, but for how long it is and the work that went into it, I think it only got a portion of the attention I was hoping it would. That’s mostly my fault though! It was the first fic I wrote for this fandom, and so I have definitely grown as a write since! Additionally, while I feel like it has a lot of great moments and fantastic lines, I have some lackluster bits too, and it really suffered from not having a beta (I was too shy to ask anyone back then). It’s also an AU of a movie that isn’t as widely viewed as I previously thought, so that didn’t help either, and as I already said, this fic could have a much better title.

All that aside though, the people who have read and talked to me about this fic have really seemed to like it, so I’m glad that I did right by my fellow Princess Diaries 2 fans! (and all of the wonderful people who read it and commented nice things having never seen the movie, y’all rock!)

Story that could have been better?

Everything I wrote before asking someone to beta. I just talked about what I would improve in We’re Not In Genovia Anymore, but Promises could use some work too. Having a few wonderful friends help me edit my fics has really improved what I post!

Sexiest story?

Oh gosh, I am not someone who writes sexy things.

Having said that, The View from the Veranda was written in the style of a bodice ripper, so I think that makes it the sexiest story by default. Kris’s art also enhances its sex appeal by at least 200% (I laughed out loud when I was making the list at the start of this post, because I had entirely forgotten that fic is rated G - honestly, that tells you everything you need to know about me, my romance novel fic can be read by children haha) (I might give it a T rating at some point, just because I feel like it should have that)

**I just remembered the bonus chapter for As You Wish.... that might be the sexiest thing I’ve written haha 🤣

Saddest story?

Early Riser - I am a big believer in giving everyone who deserves it a happy ending, but this one is just an interlude of sadness and depression without any resolution in sight.

(If you read it though, please know that in my head they do get therapy and things do get better! Snowbaz always has a happy ending in my fics, even if I don’t write it out fully)

Most fun?

As You Wish - this one to me feels like the happy chaos of running and sliding around a big house in stocking feet, and I don’t have a better way to describe it than that. There’s a tiny bit of angst from Baz, and a little bit of panic from Simon, but I was smiling and having so much fun while writing this fic, and I really think it comes across.

Story with single sweetest moment?

A Privilege to Love You - I’ll let you decide which of the many sweet moments is actually the sweetest ❤

Hardest story to write?

Promises, no question about it. I had written two fics by that point, and people had been so nice, and some of you lovely folks had even started tagging me in WIP Wednesday posts and in Six Sentence Sunday posts, but I felt like I had no inspiration left and I kept worrying that I wouldn’t be able to write again. So, I forced myself to write something, and it felt like pulling teeth (and it honestly wasn’t very good), but I gifted it to the person who had been my biggest cheerleader and who had tagged me a million times, and that’s how @foolofabookwyrm and I became friends. Writing the fic sucked, but her friendship is worth it, a million times over 💜💜💜

Easiest/most fun story to write?

The View from the Veranda. I’m a historian, and I work a lot with primary sources and spend time speaking with others in 18th century language, so once I got into my “work mindset” the words just flowed. This was also a silly, happy story for me, because I included a lot of jokes for Liz, and there are a ton of details that are just hilarious if you work at the same place I do (sorry that none of you do, but let me just tell you, the descriptions of Simon are all based off of my most attractive colleague, and at least 15% of this fic is silly quotes from work). I think this was only supposed to be about a thousand words long, and I messaged Kris multiple times while writing just to tell him that it was getting out of control and I couldn’t stop writing 😂

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters?

Writing for Agatha in We’re Not in Genovia Anymore really made realize how much some of her (canon) story resounded with me, and I liked the deeper character study I ended up doing for her. I’m still always going to be the most in love with Baz, but I have a deeper connection to Agatha now too.

Most overdue story?

It’s still overdue. I have so many WIPs, at least seven of which are soulmate AUs, and I just keep starting more. In terms of actual planned release date though? I started writing a The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue AU for NaNoWriMo, with the intention of publishing it in January. It’s already the longest fic I’ve ever written, and I don’t think I’m even a quarter of the way done with it. I wasn’t happy writing for NaNo, because I don’t do well with creativity on a deadline, and I chose to pause work on that fic so I can actually enjoy writing it and end up with something I like once I finally return to it. Apologies to those who are anxiously awaiting the fic, I do hope to finish it this year, and I won’t post until it’s all done, so you’ll get a very rapid update schedule when it does come out!

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

I signed up for my first fandom event! I participated in the Secret Snowflake event, and wrote Down By The Sea for the wonderful @fight-surrender (and ended up with ideas for some other new fics too)! Even though I was actively failing NaNoWriMo when I signed up, I did manage to complete my fic on time, and I learned that it wasn’t quite as daunting as I was expecting it to be. (My biggest problem was my laptop breaking and having to do almost everything on my phone - I also learned once again just how amazing Liz is, as she helped me format and post to ao3, since I couldn’t do that properly without a computer)

I struggle with being creative on a deadline, but wanting to write a little over 1k in a month was much more achievable than feeling stressed about writing 50k in a month!

This year’s theme and the story that demonstrates it most:

I like the idea of the inevitability of love. I adore soulmate AUs, because I love the idea of a universe where not only does someone have a perfectly matched other person, but that there is a surefire way to find them. Even though I only published one soulmate AU this year, I feel like every time I write Snowbaz I am writing about a couple where love will, inevitably, win. In my mind they are always going to have a happy ending somewhere down the line where they are just purely in love. Even though love doesn’t magically fix everything, it’s still incredibly powerful, and I only want to create stories where Simon and Baz truly love each other.

Of course, with that as the theme, A Privilege to Love You has to be the fic that best demonstrates the idea of inevitable love - it’s a soulmate AU and a universe where Simon exercises his free will.

What are your fic writing goals for next year this year?

Finish and publish my Gentleman’s Guide AU

Finish and publish more soulmate AUs (I have so many WIPs you guys)

Plan more before writing

Work on improving dynamic scenes and the overall flow of my fics - I sometimes feel like I have too many lulls, and I want to write in a more engaging way

Promote my own work more! I am partially doing this post because there are multiple fics that I never shared on here! I plan to make banners for all of the fics I write this year, and to post them on tumblr at the same time I upload them to ao3.

The last few years have been a time of tremendous personal growth for me, and I really feel like I’m starting to understand who I am as a person, settle into myself, and like who I am. I’m thrilled to discover that fandom is still part of who I am and what I enjoy, and that I have more creative outlets in my life now than I ever expected to. My biggest goal is just to keep building on all of that, to use fic to explore who I am, to reflect what I like, make myself happy with my writing, and to hopefully make at least a few of you happy with my stories too!

#2020 fics #my writing #about me #year in review #fic masterpost #fanfic year in review #my fic #snowbaz #carry on

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buckybarnesbingo · 4 years ago

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BBB Flash Week 4 Roundup!

Title: Like an Hourglass Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Memories Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Past/Referenced Car Accidents, Recovery, Mentions of Alcohol Abuse (other driver) Summary: Steve has a private blog set up where he posts the pictures and makes memos of the things that happened every day. Sometimes it’s an exercise for Bucky too. “What do you want to put on the blog tonight?” Steve asks, just to see what Bucky can remember from the day. Sometimes Bucky can remember significant things from that morning… Other times, Bucky can’t remember much past the previous few hours- unable to recall anything before dinner time or unable to tell Steve what they had for lunch. “I don’t remember,” always on his tongue. (Based on a client we had at the law firm where I used to work.) Word Count: 6331

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Title: Plums Collaborator: BookDragon13 Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Bucharest Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fluff, mention of Bucky’s time as the Winter Soldier, mentions of the Great Depression and WW2 Summary: Bucky learns of something he can’t live without Word Count: 320

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Title: Ice to Meet You Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 2 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Fluff Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Modern No Powers AU, meet-cute fluff Summary: Thanks to a slippery sidewalk, Bucky meets a handsome stranger. Word Count: 411

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Title: Maybe With Steve - Chapter 2 Collaborator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Red Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Winter Soldier, Memory Loss, Recovery, Captain America: Civil War compliant, Protective Steve Rogers Summary: Bucky Barnes doesn’t understand everything, but he knows he wants to be better. Fighting alongside Steve is what finally gives him the courage to heal. Word Count: 577

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Title: Blue Sapphire, Red Velvet Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Red Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: Injuries, Blood, War (mostly as a background to the story- no battles) Summary: Their countries are at war and have been for generations. Prince Bucky is injured and alone. Enemy Prince Steve finds him. But they have something in common: this is not their war. Word Count: 2722

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Title: FUBAR (Frosted Up Beyond All Recognition) Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 2 Link: AO3 Square Filled: FUBAR Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: Drabble, fight scene Summary: Clint and Bucky make a desperate last stand. [Fluffier than it sounds] Word Count: 100

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Title: Maybe With Steve - Chapter 3 Collaborator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Memories Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering, Memory Loss, Wakanda, Canon Divergent, Shared Bed Summary: Bucky’s awake, but when he sleeps, images assail him. These aren’t childhood memories. These are more intense, more private, and decidedly more erotic. Word Count: 1146

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Title: A Hat Without Magic Collaborator: MagicaDraconia16 Card Number: 5 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Goats Ship: Bucky & Tony & Mad Hatter | Jefferson Rating: Teen Major Tags: Humour, minor angst, canon-typical insanity, alternate universe, multiverse shenanigans, a lot of swearing packed into one paragraph, goats Summary: When the bright flash of light faded, Tony staggered and fell sideways into a literal wall of fabric piles. Word Count: 1184

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Title: Meetings Get Boring. Bring Your Cat. Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Alpine Ship: Steve/Bucky (if you squint), Mostly gen Rating: Gen Major Tags: Work, Pet Sitting, Avengers Support Cat, Bring your pet to work day, Steve/Bucky only if you squint, No Romance, No beta we die like mne Summary: Bucky takes his new cat to work thinking no one will know. Everyone soon knows. - This is featuring young Alpine. Word Count: 813

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Title: Redox-ulous Situation Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 2 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Rusted Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Drabble, multiverse shenanigans Summary: Tony and Bucky get sent to another dimension that tests their metal. (This is not a typo.) Word Count: 100

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Title: Maybe With Steve - Chapter 4 Collaborator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Alpine Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering, Not Canon Compliant, Alpine, Pet Adoption, Protective Bucky Barnes Summary: Since they’ve been back in New York, Steve’s away far too often for Bucky’s taste. He walks the streets to help ease his anxiety. He does it to work through his thoughts until a plaintive cry and an impending rainstorm changes all that. Word Count: 1109

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Title: Portrait of the Artist Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Found Family Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: one mention of vomit? (Not graphic) Summary: Bruce had knelt down to the little girl’s level and made a show of being surprised how much she had healed. Steve pulled out his camera and snapped a picture just in time. “Banner tonight?” Bucky asked, wrapping his arms around Steve’s middle and resting his head on Steve’s shoulder as he peered around at what his boyfriend was working on. “Bruce is so great with kids,” Steve commented as he lifted the print from the water and clipped it up on a wire. - In short: Steve takes pics of all the Avengers doing everyday, non-Avengers stuff and puts them in his hallway as a shrine to his friends. Word Count: 3515

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Title: Winter Soldier Silhouette Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 2 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: [image of Winter Soldier in standing sniper position] Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: fancraft Summary: Simplified version of the image square (Winter Soldier in silhouette) in fleece and felt with embroidered accents.

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Title: Maybe With Steve - Chapter 5 Collaborator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Found Family Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering, Not Canon Compliant, Found Family, Forgiveness, Celebration Summary: Living in the Avengers Tower can be a little overwhelming, especially when unexpected visits interrupt private moments with Steve. Word Count: 1066

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Title: Avenger: An Inside Journal - Chapter 7: Getting in Trouble Collaborator: Caiti Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Found Family Ship: James Barnes/Natasha Romanoff/Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis Rating: Teen Major Tags: Journal/Diary style Summary: Darcy muses on getting herself into trouble. Word Count: 561

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Title: The Burden of Bucharest Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Bucharest Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: Snipers, Bucky Barnes in Bucharest, Memories, Snacks & Snack Food Summary: Steve was quiet a long time, just listening. Bucharest didn’t sound like New York. Sure, there was the sound of cars and dogs and music and various machinery, but it was still somehow distinctly different. “Why did you choose here?” Steve asked. “For the mission? It’s where we thought was best to-“ “For yourself,” Steve interrupted. “When I found you here.” - Conversation between Steve and Bucky on a cold rooftop one night in Bucharest. Word Count: 1835

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Title: Unexpected Alliances Collaborator: Poliz Card Number: 2 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Silver Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Fantasy AU, enemies to friends (lovers?), referenced/implied torture Summary: Buckthorn’s refusal to use his fae magic to support his captor’s cause has left him battered and broken; when he is given a shifter as his cellmate, they become unexpected allies. Word Count: 882

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Title: I'll Be Around For You Collaborator: IndigoNight Card Number: 5 Link: AO3 Square Filled: picture prompt Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: Deaf Clint Barton, Kidfic, Family Feels Summary: Bucky can’t breathe. He reaches out and grabs Clint’s shoulder, fingers digging in almost tight enough to bruise; as though he’s entirely lost control of his body, he catches himself shaking Clint. “I cannot lose Steve’s kid!” he says, only dimly aware that he’s shouting. Word Count: 2783

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Title: Bucharest Collaborator: Caiti Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Bucharest Ship: Natasha/Clint/Darcy with future implication of James/Natasha/Clint/Darcy Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers Summary: Bucky's inspiration has dried up and his artist's soul needs something to revive it. Enter three Americans on Spring Break. One look at them and he thinks they could keep him fueled for years. Word Count: 1112

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Title: graphic Collaborator: LBibliophile Card Number: 8 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: AU Ship: Winter Soldier & Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Rating: Gen Major Tags: back from the dead, but not really, identity theft, delusion, AU Summary: Winter Soldier is not and never has been Bucky Barnes, but Steve is so desperate to have his friend back that he thinks he is. And the Soldier looks at how Steve reacts to 'Bucky' and wants that, so plays along.

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Title: Atlantean Dreams Collaborator: Caiti Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Red Ship: James Barnes/Darcy Lewis Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Mood boards, Headcanon Summary: Prince James of Atlantis and Pirate Queen Darcy Lewis have a stormy path to their shared destiny. Word Count: 250

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Title: Baking in Bucharest with Codruţa Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Bucharest Ship: Bucky & Cranky old lady OFC Rating: Gen Major Tags: Bucky makes a friend, fluff, baking Summary: While James is trying to figure himself out in Bucharest, he makes an unlikely friend. Word Count: 900

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Title: Kiss With A Fist Collaborator: IndigoNight Card Number: 5 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Azzano Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Spanking, PTSD, Cathartic Crying, Anal Sex, Established Relationship, Porn with Feelings, Mild D/s Summary: “Undress,” Steve orders, resting his back against the door for just a second while he braces himself for what he’s about to do. He’s only done something like this a few times before; usually it was Bucky pulling him back into line and draining the pent up rage out of him after yet another back alley fist fight. But now Bucky needs him, and he’s damn well going to do whatever Bucky needs. ***** In the aftermath of Azzano, Bucky is drowning in the pent up rage and fear that he can't let go of. Fortunately, Steve is there to help. Word Count: 5142

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Title: Small Treasures Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Found Family Ship: Bucky & Avengers Rating: Gen Major Tags: people like sticking things to Bucky's arm, fluff and humor, found family Summary: Bucky finds a new magnet on his arm and adds it to his box of little treasures. Word Count: 1030

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Title: Red Collaborator: BookDragon13 Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Red Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Gen Major Tags: angst Summary: The Soldier remembers someone from his past Word Count: 100

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Title: Gold Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 6 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Gold Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Marriage, gold things Summary: Moodboard

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Title: Avenger: An Inside Journal - Chapter 8: The Morning After Collaborator: Caiti Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Memories Ship: James Barnes/Natasha Romanoff/Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis Rating: Teen Major Tags: Diary/journal style, Mood board, Alternate Universe - No Powers Summary: Darcy's finally accepted her place in the quartet. Word Count: 532

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Title: Protector Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 6 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Recovery Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Serious injury, coma, recovery Summary: Moodboard

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Title: We Could Happen Collaborator: ralsbecket Card Number: 1 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Image: Sergeant Barnes Ship: Bucky Barnes/Pearl Pangan Rating: Gen Major Tags: Stark Expo 1943, Filipino Character, Military Uniforms, Flirting Summary: Bonnie drags Pearl on a double-date with Steve and his ladies-man best friend, Bucky. Word Count: 699

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Title: Small steps Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 6 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Enemies to Friends/Lovers Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Developing relationship, soft things, cuddles Summary: Moodboard

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Title: Plums and Strawberries Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 6 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Plums Ship: pre-WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Desserts, developing relationship

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Title: Small Differences Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 6 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Siberia Ship: pre-WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Major Civil War compliant (the fight didn't progress into Bucky losing his arm)

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Title: Got Your Goat Collaborator: IndigoNight Card Number: 5 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Goats Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: Goats, Idiots in Love, Getting Together, Fluff Summary: Barnes shifts and at first Clint thinks it’s impatience but he squints and studies Barnes a little closer and it’s… awkwardness? Uncertainty? “Steve said you grew up on a farm,” Barnes elaborates, like that isn’t a non sequitur completely out of left field. “Um… sort of?” Barnes nods decisively. “I need your help.” He turns around and starts walking, adding over his shoulder, “come.” Clint blinks blankly at the Winter Soldier’s retreating back for a long moment. Then, as per usual, his curiosity wins out over his sense of self preservation and he starts trotting down the sidewalk after Barnes. “Where are we going?” Word Count: 3703

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Title: Journals Collaborator: BookDragon13 Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Memories Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fluff-ish Summary: Snippets of Bucky’s journals Word Count: 100

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Title: Fear That You Can't Reverse Collaborator: ralsbecket Card Number: 1 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Scars Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Teen Major Tags: Mentions of past mind control, nightmares, referenced PTSD Summary: Bucky considered Clint quietly, unafraid to look him directly in the eyes. There was a vulnerability in them that he’d never really seen before, an openness that he wanted to fall into. Word Count: 922

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Title: Avengers Family Collaborator: BookDragon13 Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Found Family Ship: Platonic Bucky and the Avengers Rating: Gen Major Tags: fluff Summary: Bucky finds a new family in the Avengers Word Count: 100

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Title: All that Glitters Collaborator: LBibliophile Card Number: 8 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Daybreak Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Moodboard, Drabble, Mornings... Summary: Tony hates mornings. But with a view like this, maybe he could learn to like them. Word Count: 100

#buckybarnesbingo2021 #bbbflash #bbbflash2021 #bingo fill #bbb flash roundup #bbbflash2021 week 4

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austarus · 5 years ago

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Sherloque Wells X Reader Sick Jealousy

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to its @moonymartell I believe.

You blink your eyes wearily in the darkness of the room, your throat feeling parched from just waking up. You gulp down whatever bit of saliva was left in your mouth to relieve the desert that’s formed there. All possibilities of sleep leave your mind as the body beside you continues to furiously twist and turn, attempting to decide on a comfortable sleeping position. Rain drops lightly drum the surface of the glass windowpanes.

“Sher?” Your languid voice causes the dark-haired man to cease all movements. Frozen in place, as if he took a blast of coldness from Killer Frost. Rubbing your eyes gently, you maneuver to sit up, “Everything okay?” Sherloque rarely woke up in the middle of the night to twist and turn like this. Normally it’d be for something for one of his cases that his mind had been working on subconsciously, but even then, you’d never be roused awake from sleep. His back faced you, which raised some eyebrows because he always turns around to try to talk to you.

Sherloque clears his throat a bit before letting out a little cough, “Oui, oui. Just some sleep troubles. Worry not, ma cheri. Just go back to sleep. Bonne nuit,” he cringed at how raspy his voice came out, back still facing you with a pillow clutched to his chest. Clearing his throat once more, he tried to shut his eyes in hopes that you’d let the subject go.

“Sherloque, what is going on with you?” You turn on the lamp light beside you then crawl closer to his huddled body to get a better look at him. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” You rest a hand on his shoulder, shaking him a bit in hopes that he’d turn around. While you know that he knows this, the stubborn gene is very prominent in all the Wells men that you’ve met. So, it’s not really a surprise to you that Sherloque would want to shoulder whatever burden it is by himself.

“Nothing’s wro-”

A series of nasty-sounding coughs rake through his chest, interrupting him and causing your eyebrows to furrow in worry with a hint of doubt. ‘Worry not’ my ass you stubborn man.

The Frenchman turns around to lay on his back when he finally gets a breathing moment of clarity for his lungs. A sheepish sort of look on his face, cheeks flushed and pale, when his eyes met your unamused ones. “You’re sick,” you deadpan, laying a hand on his forehead before quickly removing it and finding your phone to text Caity. Hopefully she’s up to give you some possible pointers, if not then you’ll have to go with homemade remedies until the morning to drag his stubborn ass for medical attention.

“Non,” he rolled his baby blues, dulled by the sickness wreaking havoc through his body. “I’ll get over it, whatever it is. C'est bon, ne t'inquiète pas."

“I don’t know what you just said, but that’s not going to stop me from nursing you back to health.”

“I’m not si-”

“Ah! I don’t want to hear it,” you wave off his words as if they were an annoying fly swarming around. You’re already up and off the bed, heading for the kitchen with a sense of proving this idiot that he’s sick and needs proper rest tomorrow in order to function like a normal human being the day after.

“Femme têtue, laisse-moi être et retourne dormir. Les détectives ne tombent pas malades, cela diminue les performances déductives. Je m'en remets normalement sans aucune attention médicale,” Sherloque mutters, slowly propping himself to sit up on the bed. Maybe even stealing an extra pillow that you keep on your side just in case. The blue-eyed man runs a hand through his hair, a sudden chill running down his spine. He reluctantly pulls the covers close.

Your feet pad lightly against the wooden floors of the apartment, a little tray adorned with soup and medicine among other things in hand when you re-enter the bedroom. You see Sherloque propped up on the bed with a look of annoyance, his head in his hands. Giving him a little smile, he rolls his eyes while looking away and pouting.

Et elle est déjà de retour.

“I swear,” you mumble, grabbing the thermometer and motioning for him to open his mouth so you can pop it in. Once the timer went off, you pulled it out to check his temperature. 101.5, you have a fever you idiot. After instructing him to eat the soup in order to take the medication, you reclaim your spot beside him on the bed. And as ever he reluctantly follows your instructions, mostly when his head started to throb, and his stomach growled in hunger. “You Wells men are so perverse when it comes to other caring for you,” You kiss his forehead sweetly.

Sherloque’s eyebrows furrowed in question, prompting you to explain.

“I don’t know how many times I had to scold Eobard, under the guise of Dr. Wells,” Your fingers comb through his hair to straighten it up, before leaning back and shutting your eyes for a moment, “and Harry to rest up when they ever showed signs of sickness. Most of the time HR would listen to me, but the other two just gave me so much trouble.” Reopening your eyes, a soft smile graces your features as you continue to reminisce. An odd feeling bubbled up inside of the Wells doppelganger and it was not from the soup.

“Mm,” he curtly responds, placing the tray back on his bedside table with annoyance in his eyes at the mention of the other Wells men. Well, Thawne doesn’t really count as one, but to be honest his actions and demeanor would allow him to be. But that aside, Sherloque didn’t know why your past actions got under his skin. Yet… the mental image that you’d wake up in the middle of the night to nurse Harry or Thawne or HR back to health only fueled his growing annoyance.

“That’s it?” You knit your eyebrows, resting your hands in your lap.

“Oui”

“No witty remark?”

“Non”

“…”

You purse your lips, the smile you previously had on falls. He refused to look at you, taking more interest at the case files in his hands. The meds don’t kick in until later so Sherloque might as well get some work done. The aggravated expression on his face had you backing off a bit, you reach for your phone to check if Caitlin sent anything. Silence soon envelopes the atmosphere between you two, only the sounds of paper flipping and pitter-patters from the rain fills the void.

“Did… you go out of your way to care for them? Like you did with me?”

“I-I guess so, they didn’t really have anyone at the time to actually go out of their way to do it. Why?”

“Nothing”

“Sherloque,” your tone causes his head to snap towards you, eyes flared up with emotion as his head continued to sting with thoughts and the fever. You refuse to let yourself visibly shrink under his intense gaze. Hand tightening around your phone, you stood your ground.

“Que veux tu que je dise? Que je suis jaloux? Que ça m'irrite à l'idée de vous occuper d'un autre homme? Que je veuille que tu me regardes et que tu n'aies que des yeux? Est-ce égoïste de te vouloir juste pour moi? Que je ne veux tout ton amour que pour moi?”

You were at a loss for words at his rapid-fire French, scooting closer to massage his temples when the dark-haired man winces in pain. “You know I don’t understand French, but… Are you jealous?”

Sherloque lets out a sigh as he eyes meet your soft ones. You cup his face, his expression eases while you rub his stubbly cheeks. The answer’s ever present in his baby blues, vulnerability settling in them.

“And if I were to say that I was?

“… Then I’d call you a fool.” A smile crosses your lips.

His heart stops for a moment as he soon finds an amused smile crossing his own lips. “A fool?”

“Yes, because you know very well that my heart belongs to you.” You plant a kiss to his lips, letting go of his face to take ahold of his hand. Resting it above your heart, you continue on. “Not anyone else. Just as your heart belongs to me. Not the Renee’s or any other ex you’ve had in the past. Harry and the others, they’re just friends. That’s it. But you’re my fiancé, you’re different, you’re special.”

It was odd to see Sherloque speechless, but his eyes spoke the words that he couldn’t bring himself to say. Encasing you in his strong arms, he allowed his mind to finally be at ease. He rest his chin on your shoulder as you soothingly rub his back.

“Ma cheri, my heart is yours always and forever.” Je vais vous chérir et prendre bien soin de votre coeur comme vous l'avez fait pour moi. Car je suis un homme qui ne mérite pas toi ou ton amour, pourtant tu as trouvé une sorte de bien en moi. Merci de toujours m'aimer, peu importe ce que j'avais fait dans le passé.

Translations via Google Translate:

Oui- Yes

Ma cheri- My darling

Mon cher- my dear

Bonne nuit- Good night

C'est bon, ne t'inquiète pas- It's okay, don't worry

Femme têtue, laisse-moi être et retourne dormir. Les détectives ne tombent pas malades, cela diminue les performances déductives. Je m'en remets normalement sans aucune attention médicale- Stubborn woman, just let me be and go back to sleep. Detectives don’t get sick, it decreases deductive performance. I normally recover without any medical attention.

Et elle est déjà de retour- And she’s back already

Que veux tu que je dise? Que je suis jaloux? Que ça m'énerve de savoir que tu as pris soin d'un autre homme? Que je veuille que tu me regardes et que tu n'aies que des yeux? Est-ce égoïste de te vouloir juste pour moi? Que je ne veux tout ton amour que pour moi?- What do you want me to say? That I'm jealous? That it irritates me to know you took care of another man? That I want you to look at me and only have eyes for me? Is it selfish to want you just for myself? That I want all your love only for me?

Je vais vous chérir et prendre bien soin de votre coeur comme vous l'avez fait pour moi. Car je suis un homme qui ne mérite pas toi ou ton amour, pourtant tu as trouvé une sorte de bien en moi. Merci de toujours m'aimer, peu importe ce que j'avais fait dans le passé.- I will cherish you and take good care of your heart as you have done for me. For I am a man that does not deserve you or your love, yet you found some sort of good in me. Thank you for always loving me no matter what I had done in the past.

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ciscoatthedisco · 5 years ago

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Day 1: Fake Dating

im sorry for recycling an old fic, but I didn’t want to leave you with nothing from me today and I didn’t have inspo for today’s prompt

Caitlin couldn't seem to concentrate. Her cold hands wrapped her S.T.A.R. Labs mug filled with coffee as her eyes focused on a random spot beyond the desk.

Cisco could sense that something was off, as he always could. He knew Caitlin almost better than he knew himself. Something was bothering her.

"Caitlin?" Cisco laid a hand on her shoulder and snapped her out of her trance.

"Is something wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," Caitlin blinked. "Just, ya know. Thinking."

About something in particular.

Please ask me about it.

"About what?" he sat next to her.

"Well, my ex from high school, Mason, is getting married. I was invited. I would feel bad about not going, but I don't want to go alone. But the truth is, I am alone." She sighed and swallowed a sip of her coffee.

"You're not alone, you've got me." Cisco gave her shoulder a touch.

Caitlin rolled her eyes to look over at him.

"I mean romantically, Cisco."

Yikes. That hurt.

"Okay, how about this"

Caitlin rose her brow.

You'll be my date?

Please ask me on a date.

"I could go with you." he paused for a beat.

Yes!

"Pretend to be your boyfriend"

Pretend. Just what he wanted.

"Pretend?"

Her heart sank a little bit. She really hoped Cisco would ask her on an official date.

"Yeah. No one judges you, and you're not lonely" He smiles.

Ugh, that smile.

Caitlin smiled at the fact that Cisco cared to escort her so she wouldn't feel lonely.

"Thank you, Cisco" She hugged him.

"Of course"

~.~

They sat in their assigned seating, Caitlin holding a stemless glass of white wine that read

Mason and Julia Parker

True Love

December 12, 2018

Just another reminder to Caitlin that she hadn't found that.

She wanted a wedding.

When Ronnie was alive, their wedding was very last minute. Because she thought he had died and she wanted to marry him before he disappeared again. But she still never got to finish planning her dream wedding. She never got to have it.

She looked over to see Mason and Julia talking with guests.

The way he's looking at her.

Caitlin couldn't help but notice Mason looking at his new wife like she hung the moon. Like he loved everything about her. The little stuff. The random stuff. Like when she snorted just a little when she laughed. He looked at her like he would do anything for her without thinking twice.

God, I want that.

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Cisco looked at Caitlin like she hung the moon.

He loved everything about her. The little stuff. The random stuff. Like the way she was running her finger around the rim of her wine glass and chewing a bit at her lips while she observed the guests. He would do anything for her without thinking twice.

God, I love her.

Mason and his bride came over to their table.

"Caitlin! So glad you could come. Caitlin this is my new wife, Julia. Julia, This is Caitlin. We were friends back in high school." Mason beamed introducing the love of his life.

"Nice to meet you, Julia." Caitlin shook her hand.

"Mason, this is my f-" she had to catch herself. "fellow S.T.A.R. Labs employee and boyfriend, Cisco. Cisco, this is my...Mason. This is Mason. From high school"

Really smooth, Cait.

"Hi, Nice to meet you" Cisco shook Mason's hand. "Congratulations," as he shook Julia's.

"Well, it was good to meet you, Cisco. Caitie, good to see you again."

How could he still call me that?

"It's time for us to dance. Maybe we'll catch up later?" Mason and Julia made their way to the dance floor.

A piano began to play.

Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near? Just like me, they long to be close to you.

Caitlin looked over at Mason and Julia. Dancing and in love.

Cisco heard those lyrics and looked over at Caitlin.

I really love her.

"May I have this dance?" Cisco extended his hand for her

I really do want to dance with him.

She just nodded and took his hand.

On the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to create a dream come true.

He looked at her, watching the bride and groom. She looked almost hurt. But he couldn't help but notice how the hair that fell loose from her braided updo framed her perfect face.

The bride and groom share a kiss.

Caitlin whimpers in agony and lays her head on Cisco's chest, ear to his heart. She couldn't watch them anymore.

Cisco's heart sped up.

Can she hear it?

He kissed the top of her head.

I wish she knew how much I love her.

He continued to hold her close and they swayed to the music. Soon enough, the song came to an end.

"Cisco, can we go home?" She pleaded.

"Are you sure? They're playing some more upbeat songs now, we can get our jam on!"

"Hey, guys, we were in the middle of a conversation when we had to go dance."

Mason and Julia were back.

"Mason, we were just saying we were about to head ou-"

Mason continued as if he hadn't heard Caitlin at all.

"How did you two meet?"

"Well," Cisco began.

"We work together at S.T.A.R. Labs. We met on my first day. I was arguing it out with our, horrible ex co-worker. She came in and," he turned to look at Caitlin.

"I couldn't stop looking at her." he smiled

Caitlin smiled.

I really love him, don't I?

"She and I became very close friends not long after I joined the team at the lab. We've always done almost everything together. One night, she got captured by one of the metas that was running around Central City at the time. I couldn't bear thinking about my life without her in it. When I got her back. She told me she thought she was going to die. I told her-"

Caitlin interrupted.

"Not while I'm around."

"Yeah" he smiled at her.

"And in keeping that promise to keep her safe," he paused. "I realized I've been in love with her since the start. And why else would I made such a big promise?"

Caitlin's heart fluttered. She looked into the dark eyes that looked back into hers.

Does he really mean all of that?

There's no way he could make up something so moving on the spot?

He must have practiced in advance.

He's only known about the wedding for 5 hours.

Caitlin, who are you kidding, He's Cisco!

He can come up with stuff on the spot.

He's been doing it for years, between meta naming and his jokes.

God, I really do love him.

"Well, again, congratulations to the Mr. and Mrs. But we have a date with microwave popcorn, Netflix, and our pjs. Thank you for a lovely evening, Mr. and Mrs. Parker." Cisco nodded.

Yep, I love him.

Cisco took her hand.

"Come on, Cait." he kissed her cheek.

Now would be a good time for KillerFrost to come out just a little.

Just to take away the red in my cheeks?

~.~

She had to ask.

"Cisco?" She spoke up on their walk back to his apartment.

"What's up, Snow Patrol?" he joked with her.

"Did you mean any of that? That you said to Mason at the reception." she chewed her lip.

"Every word of it, Caitlin" he didn't hesitate.

"You love me?" she stopped in her tracks.

"Yeah, I do," he smiled, stopping with her. "I hope that's okay. Cause it's going to be a little hard to stop."

He began walking again.

She grabbed his hand and intertwined it with hers.

"I love you, too"

#killervibe #killervibe week #killervibeweek #killervibeweek19 #killervibe week 19 #snowvibe #killervibe fic #snowvibe fic #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #cisco x caitlin #caitlin x cisco #cisco ramon #caitlin snow #ciscoatthedisco fiction

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bobmckenzie · 2 years ago

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✊🏽 ! 💕💕

✊🏽💕 protecting + kisses

hi Kit! thanks so much for the prompt! :D I hope what I wrote technically falls under "protecting" lol, I couldn't get this idea off my mind!

"Who you waving to, McKenzie? That your girlfriend up there?” Parsons glanced at where Caitie was sitting in the stands of the hockey rink and scrunched his nose up in a grimace. “Woof."

It was typical hockey trash talk. Bob knew it was goading—it was almost the end of the last quarter and Vinny Parsons wasn't above stooping low to try to break a tie.

Knowing that didn't stop Bob from lunging at Parsons, swinging a gloved fist and taking a punch in return before teammates from both sides skated over to join the squabble. Refs quickly had them apart, had Bob sitting in the penalty box with a bleeding cut above his eye for the rest of the game—which thankfully, the Flesheaters won.

He tells Doug all about it in the locker room as they get changed and stuff their gear into their lockers and equipment bags. When the brothers come out, Caitie’s already waiting for them, leaning against the wall. Her eyes go wide as soon as they meet Bob’s.

“Oh, God.” She rushes over, pushes back his messy post-shower hair with her hand to get a better look at the cut. It’s stopped bleeding, but still looks red and angry against his skin. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

The concern makes him flush, fills him with gratitude. He laughs a little, takes her hand in his and goes on his tiptoes to place a quick kiss on her lips. “I’m fine, eh,” he says as the three of them start towards the exit.

“What happened?” she asks, amusement joining the worry in her voice. “I mean, one second you were waving at me, I blinked, and you were swinging at him.”

“It was just…” Bob raises a shoulder, adjusting his equipment bag. The last thing he’s about to do is tell her what Parson’s said—it’d only hurt her feelings. “Just Parsons bein’ a tweezot. Sayin’ I can’t skate.”

“Oh, take off,” Doug interjects. Bob shoots him a shut up look, but he just rolls his eyes. “He was stickin’ up for you, eh.”

Caitie stops walking, but keeps her hold on his hand. As the guys stop too, her eyes look between them, searching for the truth. “What?”

Bob sighs. “He… He said somethin’ real stupid about you—he was just tryin’ to get me worked up.”

Doug snorts. “I’d say he did, like, a pretty good job.”

“Take off.”

“You fought him… for me?” Caitie’s voice is softer now, less amused. He prays she won't ask for specifics.

He nods, looking up at her with apologetic eyes. “Sorry for lyin’. Just didn’t want you to be bothered with it, you know?”

Slowly, she breaks into a smile, cups his face with her free hand and pulls him into a soft kiss. “My hero,” she murmurs against his lips before kissing him again.

Doug makes a noise of disgust. “Get a room, eh.”

She pulls away to shoot him a look, and wraps her arm around Bob’s shoulders as they continue down the hall to the double doors. With Doug's back to them, she leans over to plant a feather-light kiss next to Bob’s cut.

He smiles, looking up at her with all the affection in the world. “Thanks, Doc. Feels better already.”

#caitiewrites #peanut butter and jelly donut #ask

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nixie-deangel · 5 years ago

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This is my other @dccwrarepairswap gift, for @lionesslucypevensie!! I hope this is something you enjoy!!

Title: Talk The Talk.

Ship: Cisco Ramon/Caitlin Snow.

Rating/Warning: Teen +/No Archive Warnings Apply.

Link to Ao3.

Tags: Friendship; Bar Meet Up; Angst; Fluff; Hopeful Ending; Iris and Caitlin being friends; Alcohol mention.

Summary:

“Long day?”

Turning, Caitlin shoots her friend a long, pointed look before letting her face, and shoulders, drop as she nods unhurriedly as she answers, “Yes, long would definitely be one way to put it. Another would be migraine inducing.” But doesn’t go on when the bartender shows up to take her order.

Settling into the cab, Caitlin Snow rattles off the address to a dive bar, the one where she and Iris meet up at that Cisco and Barry know nothing about, and she lets out a long, weary sigh, moving to let her head rest against the window. Closing her eyes against the world, she lets the silence wash over her and slowly lets out a long, slow breath as she tries to center herself during the car ride, trying and failing to get that date out of her head.

God, why did she agree to that date in the first place? That’s right, because Iris had wheedled her into it, had played the friend card so she’d agreed. “I’m so done with dating,” she murmurs quietly to herself as she straightens up and opens her eyes, watching as the streets flow by her, letting herself get lost in her thoughts about the dreadful encounter.

She comes back to herself just as the cab pulls up outside the place, she quickly hands over the money before climbing out. Smoothing her coat out, she stares up at the half lit up neon sign of the Ice Pack and lets her shoulders slump.

Pulling her purse strap up higher, she trudged in, only pausing a moment to look around before stomping, the best she could in her heels, up towards the bar and drops into the seat next to Iris West, one of her best friends.

Dropping her clutch on the bar, she moves to lean up against it by balancing her elbows on the edge, as she lets out a huff and nods at the bartender, signalling she’d like their attention.

“Long day?”

“How? The team had no call outs today, and plus, you had a date. How could that be long?” Iris asks, half curious, once Caitlin has her cocktail in hand.

“No call outs but we’re restructuring some of the empty rooms nearest the cortex, so we don’t have to keep running two or three levels away when we run out of materials,” she answers after draining her drink in one swallow. “And that date? God, Iris,” Caitlin shudders, just thinking about it, “I’ve never met a more sexiest, egotistical, self absorbed ass in my life. And I’ve worked with actual super villains before Iris.”

Choking on her own cocktail, Iris turned to shoot Caitlin a disbelieving look as she coughs, trying to get herself under control. “Jacob? Really? He’s a sweetheart at work!”

“Front,” Caitlin sneers as she again flags the bartender down for a second drink. Though, it was actually her fourth, if the two glasses of wine she had with dinner were to be counted. And right now, Caitlin wasn’t looking to keep track, “Condescending giant jerk with disregard to people. He couldn’t stop being a dick to the waitress, and made some ridiculous comments about how useless my degrees would be once I had children. As if being a mother would invalidate my achievements in the scientific community,” she snorts. “This is the last time you get me to agree to a blind date. I’m done with men, you hear me? Done with them.”

“I’m sorry, Cait, he really seemed like a good guy. Which is the only reason I wanted to set you up. You could use a good guy in your life,” Iris speaks up after a moment, with a small, fond smile before shaking her head. “Okay, I’ll stop trying to fix you up, promise. But we both know there’s one man you wouldn’t swear off.”

“What? No, no, I’m serious. No more men. I’m done. I’m taking the rest of my life and making it Caitlin time.” She gave a final nod and, like the first one, she downed her second cocktail in one swallow.

Snorting, Iris rolled her eyes before giving a shrug, “If you say so, Caity, if you say so,” and finishes her own drink and flags down the bartender for them

“I do,” she says, with an air of finality.

“Okay, what did you mean by I’m not done with all men?” Caitlin asks the next morning, eyes squinting and hair an absolute mess as she slumps on her couch, clutching a steaming cup of coffee as Iris does the same at the other end.

“It’s too early for this,” Iris mumbles, voice still thick and raspy with sleep, but she does turn, more flopping her head back as she squints at Caitlin. “Can’t we do this after coffee?” she whines hopefully.

Taking a moment to think it over, Caitlin nodded her agreement, quietly murmuring about Iris’s genius. They settle into the couch, quietly sipping at their coffee, waiting for their bodies, and heads, to wake up properly and their heads settle as their hangovers recede thankfully.

“Okay, we’ve finished the coffee,” Caitlin prompts once they move from the living room and settle into the kitchen for their second cup and a small breakfast to settle the rest of their lingering hangovers.

“Really? Okay,” Iris sighs as she sets her cup aside, folding her hands together on the island as she leans over it to look at Caitlin serious. “You might be done with most men, but Cisco is your exception.”

“WHAT?” Caitlin nearly screeches as she whirls around from where she'd been buttering her toast, eyes wide and mouth open in shock.

“Owe,” Iris glares, straighten up to rub at her temples. “Volume, Caity, volume,” she admonishes before letting out a sigh as Caitlin starts sputtering, half in denial and half in outrage, or Iris thinks that’s what she sounds like, as with the more Caitlin goes, the quieter she seems to get.

“Caitlin,” Iris calls after a few moments, and waits until she’s got her friends full attention, “Cait, serious talk here. We can all see you’re in love with him. And that you’re afraid,” holding up her hand, she stops the denials before they can get going, “No one’s denying you don’t have the right to be afraid.” Letting her face, she takes a moment’s before continuing on in a softer voice, “After Ronnie, and after Hunter, no one, absolutely no one, is saying you don’t have the right to be afraid, to be hesitant to get back out there. And, well,” taking a moment to gather her thoughts, Iris bites her lip as she studies Caitlin.

“You didn’t seem to want to see what is right in front of you, what’s been right in front of you. That’s why I’ve been setting you up on blind dates. Because I was hoping you’d clue in to how you felt. But, I keep forgetting how good you’ve seem to have gotten at burying your feelings, so no more. You’re in love with Cisco. Seriously, deeply, and totally in love with your best friend.” Moving around the island as she grabbed her empty cup, she placed it in the sink before pulling her friend into a tight, quick hug. “You should take the day. Think on what I said. And then do something about it, okay?” Pulling back, she smiles big and reassuring before slipping away to gather her things and head out.

“Okay,” Caitlin nearly whispers, still somewhat reeling as her mind replays the last few months, seeing some things in a new light, which set other memories off. She doesn’t know how long she stands there, still clutching the butter knife and the now soggy piece of toast.

Eventually though, she shakes herself free, tossing the knife in the sink and the toast in the couch before covering the tub of butter and placing it back in the fridge and settles on her couch after grabbing her cell off the charger.

Easily, and quickly, she pulls up Cisco’s number, but her thumb hovers over the call button. Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes and presses down to call him and brings the phone up to her ear.

“Hey, Caity,” Cisco’s voice calls over the line, cheery and full of Cisco just like it always sounds and Caitlin finds her body untensing just from it.

“Hey,” she starts, pausing to clear her throat before tries again, “Hey, Cisco.”

“What’s up? Need something?”

Taking a deep breath, Caitlin opens her eyes and settles, feels far more confident as she makes her decision with a nod to herself, “Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?” Though she finds herself startling at the sudden crashing sound, followed by cursing in a mix of Spanish and English that suddenly comes down the line. “Cisco?” she inquires in alarm.

“Wha-what, I mean, yes, yes, totally. I would. I, I would totally love to have dinner with you,” Cisco finally answers after a moment, voice rushed but laced with excitement. “Yes. Is my answer. Yes. Dinner. You and me. Yes.”

Letting out a soft, happy giggle as she feels her body relax, she settles more into the couch, slouching back and they toss out suggestions and veto's alike.

While Caitlin knows it’s not all settled, things could go badly, would definitely be awkward, she does know for sure, she’s excited to find out, with Cisco by her side.

#dccwrarepairswap #lionesslucypevensie #KillerVibe #SnowVibe #Cisco Ramon #Caitlin Snow #Mine #The Flash #My Stuff #My Writing #Nixie's Writing #Nixie Writes #Iris West

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caitybug · 3 years ago

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rubbing the other’s back when it hurts!!

Okay so... I did this but also didn't do it? Hope that's okay haha.

Read on ao3 here if you would like

Prompt from this list

Love you sebby <3 <3 I hope this fits

Simon

I think Baz is obsessed with my wings.

No. I know he is.

Any time we’re in bed doing things I feel his hand between the two, on the skin that changes to leather. One hand there and another on my tail. He presses hard, knowing that the feather light touches aren’t what I want. (like whispers along my skin.)

But it’s changed. Not just when we’re having an intimate moment, but even when we’re lounging around.

He rubs between them when I arrive home. An embrace of welcome and a quick relief of the knot that builds when I have my wings bunched under my shirt for so long.

He folds them easily out of his way, rubbing along the edges when he does. Like a token of gratitude for listening to him. (They barely listen to me some days. Absolute bollocks that they’d bend to his every will and fancy.)

Now it’s the afternoon, and we’re in bed because it’s easier for me to spread my wings out here than on the sofa. I’m shirtless, lying on my stomach. Baz is facing me and his fingers trailing up and down my back. A relief to my back that I didn’t know I needed.

The first time he did this I had a full body shiver. I think it scared him, because he took another month before he did it again.

But I’m glad he did.

It’s comforting, weirdly. I’m not sure why this feels okay but I need him to be less gentle in other moments.

Instead of feeling like whispers it feels like comfort. Like warmth along my skin as his fingers softly go from the lower end to the top of my back. (I’ve yet to figure out why it makes me feel warm. His fingers are constantly cool to the touch. But I feel like they set my insides on fire in the best of ways.)

He’s talking too. We’re having breakfast with Jamie and Ruth tomorrow. But he has class right after, so he’s trying to decide how we should travel. If he should drive us and then drop me off after. (Which I told him no. The flat is out of the way, there’s no sense in that. I could always get a ride back with Jamie after.) (He says making Jamie drive just to drop me off when he’s perfectly capable of doing so makes less sense.)

I hear the vague rise in his voice, a question passing his lips, but the words don’t absorb. I feel my tail wrap around his calf and pull it close, bringing it over my leg. I feel a breath of air pass his lips in a laugh and hit my cheek.

His fingers continue to glide along my back, an instinct he hasn’t thought about, a move he makes without consideration.

Baz touches me and it’s so good. It’s always good, even like this. Even when it’s small and insignificant to him.

I feel cool lips against my temple, a whisper of love and the implication that he knows I’m not listening, but doesn’t mind.

And with that my consciousness goes black.

#snowbaz #simon snow #caity does fanfiction #carry on #baz pitch #caity does prompts

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oliverdant · 6 years ago

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Fans of Sara Lance aka White Canary will get double dip of the formidable femme this Monday when she appears on The CW’s Arrow (now airing at 9/8c) as well as DC’s Legends of Tomorrow.

“I know we did a Canary-esque episode in a previous season” — Season 2’s “Birds of Prey,” which pitted Sara (played by Caity Lotz) and Laurel (Katie Cassidy Rodgers) against the Huntress — “but we have been talking about a Birds of Prey-inspired episode for years, and have it really focused on the women,” showrunner Beth Schwartz told TVLine at WGFestival 2019. “I was very determined to make that happen this season.”

Setting things in motion for the female-centric hour is Laurel’s criminal past coming to light, and her being accused of murder. For nearly a full season prior to this, of course, the Earth-Two visitor invested much time and effort into passing herself off as her dearly departed Earth-One doppelgänger. That gambit didn’t fly at first with members of Team Arrow and namely Dinah, whose onetime beau was executed by Black Siren’s sonic cry.

Nowadays, though, “frenemy perfectly describes their relationship,” says Dinah’s portrayer, Juliana Harkavy. “Laurel has come a long way, but there’s always that little question between them, and that history.”

Arrow Spoilers 7x18That complicated history will be agitated anew when Laurel’s public shaming prompts her to leap off the redemption train and launch a crime spree with onetime cohort Shadow Thief (guest star Carmel Amit). “Dinah, more than anybody, is not surprised to hear it,” Harkavy previews. “Because as much faith as she has put in Laurel changing, and as much as she tries to forgive her, there’s just nobody else she would expect this [reversal] to come from more.”

Although Harkavy affirms that Felicity (played by exiting Arrow vet Emily Bett Rickards) — who more than anyone has championed Laurel’s turnabout — “might get one or two ‘told you so’s” from Dinah, EP Schwartz says that Felicity will remain “pretty strong in her conviction of trying to redeem her. As much as Laurel has been there for her, she’s trying to be there for Laurel.”

Arrow Spoilers 7x18In a desperate bid to get through to her wayward friend, Felicity will recruit Sara Lance, who of course was sister to Earth-One’s Laurel and, in a small way, “shares” a dad with her doppelgänger.

“It was so fun getting Caity back,” raves Schwartz. “I told her I could not imagine this episode without her.

“She and Katie Cassidy are so good together,” the EP continues. “Because Laurel looks just like her sister and she carries that name, there are definitely some nice emotional moments between them. There’s also Laurel’s love for Lance. Even though he wasn’t her father, she had that great bond with him at the end of Season 6.”

Arrow Spoilers 7x18Dinah only briefly met Sara in last season’s finale, when Lance died. So when brought together in a big way by this cause, how do Canaries present and past get along? “The dynamic on set — and how it reads on film — was very strong and very fun,” Harkavy reports. “There was no sense of competition, it was all just a team. And I think we all work really well as a team. Our characters all have our individual strengths, and that was really highlighted.”

As one can glean, this Birds of Prey-inspired episode is a rarity in that the female cast is so heavily and near-exclusively played — even in the flash-forwards that include Dinah, Mia (Katherine McNamara) and Felicity. “We were excited before we started filming, but once we started going, every day we were like, ‘Why isn’t this the show?'” shares Harkavy with a laugh. “I mean, I love the boys but it was so nice just being with the girls for a while.

“It does change the energy on set on a really cool way which you don’t get to do experience much,” she explains. “It was a different dynamic, all-women. It was really awesome.”

Schwartz echoed that sentiment, saying that her “favorite part” of the episode “Lost Canary” is “having all the women in the forefront, and they sort of have each other’s backs. Instead of having them be against each other, they work together to try to help each other. You don’t get to see that very often, and that’s a very important message that I really wanted to have.”

Arrow Spoilers 7x18Looking to the future — literally, in teasing the 2040 storyline — Harkavy says that with five episodes left in Arrow’s penultimate season, “There are definitely some big things coming up,” including a couple of bombshell reveals and “some idea” of whether Future Dinah ever got her sonic scream back.

“I am digging it! I think it’s taught me to embrace myself again” the actress declares. “It’s empowering to do all the fighting and stuff as a 50- or 60-year-old woman and still have that much strength. Usually superheroes are hot and young, so it’s cool to show an older version of Dinah still kicking ass!”

#arrow #lost canary #juliana harkavy #caity lotz #white canary #black canary #black siren #felicity smoak #birds of prey #ep 7x18 #beth schwartz

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firesoulstuff · 4 years ago

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Okay, from the 101 family prompts: "No one helps me around this house" with Frost in the 'What's mine is yours' universe🤭

“No one helps me around this house!”

Frost snaps her eyes open, her body jolting as she leans up. Through the darkness of her room she can make out the sight of the crib across from her, and she sighs. Stupid dream. Still, it wasn’t wrong, and she isn’t in the mood to get into an argument with her subconscious.

So, she gets up.

It’s easier now to get up and down three weeks post-birth, but she still feels like she’s moving slower than she used to. Of course, that could just be due to the fact that it’s 4:00 in the morning. She peers over the edge of the crib and checks on Aaron still sleeping soundly, though she knows he’ll likely be up within the hour and demanding her attention. That’s fine, she just asks that he allots her the next ten minutes or so.

She tiptoes out into the main living area of the apartment and turn on the light, her eyes squinting and mouth grimacing in an automatic protest. Oh well.

She yawns and makes her way to the sink that is full of dishes from the past two days, because Caity has been busy at S.T.A.R. Labs and between the two of them they finished off the last of the frozen lasagna.

She squeezes some soap onto a sponge and turns on the water, running it hot to the point she has to pull her hands away at first and then ease them into it. She starts scrubbing at the lasagna pan right away, growling when she realizes how caked on some on the previously frozen burnt cheese is.

She isn’t quite sure how long it is when she hears a yawn behind her, but she knows it hasn’t been more than a few minutes.

“What are you doing?”

She glances over her shoulder briefly. Caity is standing just inside the kitchenette; her hair a rumpled mess and her eyes squinted so much they’re almost closed.

“Dishes.”

“Why?” Caity practically moans. “It’s four in the morning.”

“So why are you up?”

“I heard the sink.” Caity says, coming closer and rubbing at her eyes as she does so. Frost shudders and returns her attention back to the pan.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, sorry.”

“It’s ok.” Caity says through a yawn, and then she suddenly seems much more awake. “But really, why are you doing the dishes at four in the morning? I told you I’d do them tomorrow.”

“Exactly.” She snaps, right on the heels of Caity’s words, and she growls at herself, she hadn’t meant to snap.

The sink is still running, her hands are still gripping both the pan and the sponge, but she’s stopped scrubbing and takes in a deep breath.

“I had a dream.” She begrudgingly admits. “Aaron was crying and we were both exhausted and we started fighting, and you were upset that no one helps you around the house.”

Caity hums, low and disapproving.

“It was just a dream.” She practically groans. “Yes, I’m doing the majority of the housework right now but you just had a baby, who despite what you seem to think does not make all that much of a mess yet.”

“I know.” She says with a frown. “But I still feel bad. Between letting me hijack your body for nine months and then letting me stay in your apartment you’ve had to pretty much rearrange your whole life because of me. The least I can do is wash few dishes.”

Caity huffs, “Frost.” She says in that gentle yet still scolding voice of hers. She then reaches over and turns off the faucet, then hands Frost a towel to dry her hands. “I love you and I love Aaron, and no offense but as much as I love you I really prefer you living in my apartment rather than in my head.”

Frost chuckles at that, a tiny smile forcing it’s way onto her face.

“I know your new to the whole family things here’s the short version of how it works. We don’t count debts, and we help in any way we can that does not involve washing a lasagna pan at four in the morning.”

Again she laughs, and this time she dries her hands with the towel Caity gave her.

“I’ll tell you what.” Caity says through a smirk. “Tomorrow I’ll take Aaron for a walk in the park, and you can clean the whole kitchen while we’re gone.”

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