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fu-aki · 5 years ago

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So this is going to be my attempt to summarize the newest chapter (chapter 4, part 1) of twisted wonderland.

Again, spoiler alert since I’m about to write out everything that happened, and I apologize for my grammar in advance.

This time in your dream, you saw Jafar on his way to get the magic lamp-> woke up -> the ghosts are talking about the winter holiday -> it’s a holiday where all students go back home and celebrate the holiday with their family -> ghosts asked about Grim’s family -> Grim said he don’t have that many memories of it, he only remember being by himself and hungry, it was really cold and he think he was waiting for someone -> Grim didn’t care about it that much since it’s all in the past, he would rather be focused on future -> ghosts were touched and said he can celebrate the holiday with them -> in class -> Crewel said even if it is holiday you shouldn’t forget about homework -> end of class -> everyone went back to their dorm to pack for going back home using the mirrors -> you decide to go to the mirrors too to ask Crowley if cafeteria is closing for holiday or what ->

And you saw this -> Crowley said that he’s going to a southern island for vacation to find clues to help you go back home -> Grim ask Crowley to bring him and you along if he’s actually searching for clues -> Crowley thought it would ruin his vacation it could be a dangerous situation so he’ll be going alone -> besides he have a more important mission for you that could affect this entire school -> which is feed the fire fairies that runs this school’s heating system with firewood -> since the ghost that was working on it went back home -> he also gives you a smartphone just in case if you need to contact him -> later you, Ace, Deuce exchanged numbers just in case -> Ruggie showed up with giant bags of food -> he bought all the almost expired food from cafeteria, he also mentioned that he almost does this everytime there’s a break -> Ace ask if he can even finish all these food before it expires -> Ruggie “what do you mean if I can finish it, this amount of food are gonna be gone in seconds with all those brats next door. besides, I need to at least let my grandma eat till she’s full in holiday time. Oh shoot the frozen food are gonna melt, bye.” -> Jack showed up with a bunch of cactus -> Ace asked if he’s opening a flower shop or what -> Jack said it’s just his hobby and he can’t just leave it here to die -> Jack “enough about me, where Ruggie senpai lives has a lot of poor families. They shares food among the weaks, that is how a hyena lives.” -> Leona “huh, just the thought of eating with a bunch of other kids gives me chills, just one was already annoying enough.” -> Jack asked if Leona is actually going home since Leona did not bring any sort of luggage -> Leona said all he need is his wallet and phone, he has a lot of clothes at home anyway -> then both him and Jack left -> Cater and Trey showed up too -> Cater ask Trey if he can go to his house since Cater’s sisters will definitely work him out a lot -> Trey said that he doesn’t mind -> but he’s going to make Cater work anyway since his family have a bakery and winter is the buziest time for them -> Riddle showed up too looking a little complicated because of his relationship with his mother -> Floyd suddenly popped up and ask if Riddle wants to stay with him and Jade Azul in school -> Jade explains since they lives in the northern part of the ocean, so they can’t go back because surface is frozen around this time, they’ll go back in spring break when it’s warmer -> Riddle, Trey, and Cater then left ->

the twin said if you want you are welcome to go to octavinelle and play with them.

Later, in cafeteria -> you were feeding the fire fairies and Grim heard something from kitchen -> you both went to check it out -> it was Jamil, cooking with the Scarabia students -> Jamil recognize you from back in magic shift event, he then introduced himself and mentioned that he’s good at remember people’s faces and names -> he also mentioned that you’ve been pretty eye catching ever since the beginning of the year, basically everyone knows you by now -> then he asked why were you in cafeteria -> Grim said it’s because Crowley ask us to feed the fairies -> Jamil (under his breath) “the principal... maybe I could use that.” -> Jamil invites you to eat with them -> you asked why are they still staying in school when it’s the winter holiday? -> one student said it’s because of their dorm leader suddenly -> Jamil cuts him off saying it’s a long story and the dishes are gonna get cold ->

he asked you one more time that you will be going to the party right? -> you agreed -> Jamil “I’m glad I could invite you, now, let’s all head to Scarabia.” -> in Scarabia -> Jamil started the party and both you and Grim starts eating -> Kalim showed up -> Kalim “...why is it so noisy in here?” ->

Kalim “what is this, Jamil. I didn’t heard anything about a guest! Didn’t I tell you to report to me if you are inviting a guest!”

Kalim “if you did I could’ve made the music even better you know~~! Well it’s nice to meet you, sorry that I couldn’t make a parade for you.” -> Jamil “it’s not the first time you met them, remember Grim burned your butt in the opening ceremony and we talked again before magic shift?” -> Kalim “is it? Haha sorry sorry I’m pretty bad at names and faces.” -> party started -> Kalim said you are welcome to come over any days of winter holiday since all Scarabia students will be here to study -> he then said the reason of it is Scarabia students was the lowest ranking in both finals and magic shift event, so the students volunteered to have study sessions during this break -> then he mentioned maybe it’s better to just let the students enjoy the break and decide to announce the news of letting the students go home in dinner time -> then he decided to show you around Scarabia dorm -> Grim was surprised by how expansive the place looks -> Kalim said it might because of his father giving night raven college some money to make the dorm look prettier -> Grim ask if he’s some sort of prince since he have this much money -> Kalim “Asim family is not the Royal family, so I’m not a prince, but some of my families are royals.” -> Grim asks if he lives in a giant mansion with many servants -> Kalim said they only have around 100 servants, it sounds a lot but Kalim do have more than 30 younger siblings, so it’s hard to function without many servants -> you arrived at the storeroom

Kalim said everything in this storeroom was given by his dad before he moved to night raven college -> then he went around looking for something -> a magic carpet popped up

Kalim ask you for a ride together -> “it’ll be fine, do you trust me*?”

in sky -> Kalim “it’s so nice to fly in sky. All the worries just don’t seems like they exist anymore. Jamil always tell me I’m so careless all the time but. I just hope, he can live a little more carelessly and happly as well...” -> later, back in Scarabia -> Jamil saw you and Kalim and told Kalim there’s something that he needs to confirm with Kalim ->

later in dinner ->

Kalim said the training wasn’t enough so the study hours are increased -> after the training, all the students are complaining and Jamil is worried too -> Jamil said the reason why Kalim is behaving like that might because he felt responsible for the Scarabia’s low ranking, and his emotions had been really unstable, that is something Jamil haven’t seen despite being with him so long, now he always says reckless stuffs like that, if this keeps going on then the students will definitely gets upset, there’s no way he can handle it by himself -> Jamil “that’s right...! You are just like an unpolished gemstone! You are the amazing student that helped to solve the problems in so many dorms, so please, help Scarabia too.” -> Grim “it’s kind of hard on us with that high of an expectation.” ->

Jamil “please... you will help us right?” -> you agreed -> Jamil was really glad and suggest you to stay in Scarabia as a guest

In a room -> Grim asked why did you agree to that -> you said when you realized it you had already agreed -> Grim commented on you being too nice of a person and suggest to just sneak away at night so you don’t have to deal with this -> you did but then was found out by other students -> they put you back in your room and tell you to not run away, or Kalim will get really upset -> and then they locked the door -> you tried to call Crowley with the phone you got from him -> Crowley’s phone was off -> you decided to call Ace and Deuce next

And then the story ends

*: technically it’s just “trust me” but it’s a reference to Aladdin ask Jasmine “do you trust me.” So I kept it as that.

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hljournal · 4 years ago

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Today’s author is suspendrs / @suspendrs ! Don’t forget to give the fics kudos and leave a comment!

to the cloud and the cold (2k)

Or, Louis is a Summer Fairy, Harry is an Autumn Fairy, and the autumn equinox is the best day of the year.

fearless (97k)

“You’re my best friend, Louis,” Harry says, barely above a whisper. Even if he was yelling, Louis wouldn’t be able to believe his ears. “And I know it’s been a while, but you’re still the person I consider my best friend,” Harry says.

Louis blinks, and then blinks again. “I honestly cannot say the same, Harry,” he says.

Or, Harry left home without a word after high school, and a lot can change in ten years.

just a little dance (1k)

“Keep your head up, love,” he says, pulling away and grabbing Harry’s hands. “Dance with me.”

“I don’t want to dance,” Harry pouts, but he lets Louis pull him into the center of the dark kitchen, anyway.

“Just a little dance,” Louis says, tugging Harry’s hands until he’s flush against his front.

Or, a tiny drabble based on the cutest lyric from perfect now

ferricadooza! (65k)

Harry can’t even fathom the idea of surrendering; he’d fight ‘til he died, if he had to, anything to keep from surrendering.

Or, the year is 1963, homosexuality is illegal in the UK, Louis owns a gay bar, and Harry’s an underground boxing champion with an unfortunate enemy.

at last, at last (41k)

“Come with us,” Tommo says, stopping at the other end of the gymnasium, near the doors. “Don’t let them make you suffer any longer. Come with us, and be human.”

Before Harry has even finished thinking it through, he’s on his feet, gaining the attention of every single person in the gymnasium. What has he got to lose, anyway?

Or, Harry is born into a cult in a post-apocalyptic world, and Louis is the leader of the rebel group tasked with the mission of shutting them down. Together, they make a rather effective team.

the act of making noise (32k)

“Oh,” Harry frowns, waving him off. “No, I could never. I respect myself too much to sing for a living.”

It feels like a slap across the face, but Louis does his best not to stiffen, blinking once and then frowning. “What?”

“Those people are always so miserable, you know?” Harry says, hopping down off his stool and straightening his sweater. “There’s so much pressure on them, and they have to work so hard to keep up appearances, I can’t even imagine how difficult that is. I can’t even stand to listen to pop music today, let alone watch TV or read the magazines. It makes me so sad, thinking that those people, you know, the ones who actually went into it with heart, they only ever just wanted to make music and instead they got turned into things on leashes being paraded around to make money for other people,” he says. “Anyway, you can have the stool.”

Or, Louis's famous, Harry has no idea who he is, and they get snowed in together at a ski lodge in Vermont.

walls (20k)

The thing about having been on the move so much for the past five years is that now, once they’re finally able to sit down and rest for a bit, they don’t really know what to do with themselves. Louis loved the pace of the band, for all he and the others complained about it; he isn’t very fond of sitting still, and he absolutely loathes boredom, and there was very little space in their lives for either of those things while they were so busy putting out an album every year and touring more often than not. Being in the same room as Harry while neither of them are under the pressure of keeping up appearances feels like being in a room with a total stranger, and the amount of trouble they’re having trying to get to know each other again is really rather alarming.

Or, a love one whole decade in the making, inspired by Louis's debut album.

fine line (22k)

There’s still a lot of things they don’t talk about, a lot of things they don’t bring home with them at the end of the day, and a lot of things that don’t even need to be said. The world is the world and it sucks sometimes, but it’s far away when Harry’s at home and Louis’s here with him and none of it needs to matter when it could just as easily be ignored. Harry tries to open up sometimes, tries to bring Louis into his world, but Louis’s got a world of his own to tend to, and it feels like more often than not they are on two separate planets and the universe just keeps expanding.

Or, a love three more years in the making, inspired by Harry’s sophomore album.

out for a duck (2k)

“Well, once I got control of Clifford, I took him right back to the house and changed my clothes and gave him one hell of a dressing down, let me tell you,” he scoffs. “And then I felt so bad I went back out to see if the duck had gone back to her eggs, and that Clifford hadn’t damaged them or hurt the duck at all. She wasn’t there when I got back, and I sat there for hours waiting for her, but she never showed her face! She just up and abandoned her babies, just left them there cold and alone, all because a dog barked at her,” he sighs, shaking his head.

“Still not sure why the eggs are now in my kitchen,” Louis frowns.

“I couldn’t just leave them there!” Harry says. “It was my fault they were abandoned! Well, Clifford’s fault, but whatever. I couldn’t live with myself if I just left them there to die. So I came back to the house and got a bowl and some gloves and scooped them up so I could bring them home and keep them warm until they hatch.”

Or, Harry accidentally adopts two duck eggs.

what’s inside your imagination (is as real as anything else) (3k)

“Hey!” Niall shouts suddenly, scaring Harry nearly out of his hat. “We like your costume!”

The ghost turns to glance at Niall, producing a hand from under the sheet and giving him a thumbs up. Harry can’t help but laugh a little more, the casual gesture adding to the entire vibe of the sunglasses-wearing ghost.

The ghost looks at them for a moment longer before turning and disappearing into the crowd again, and Harry sighs. “I love Halloween,” he says thoughtfully.

Or, Harry's a witch who likes to pretend he's a human pretending he's a witch, and Louis's the human in a not-so-clever costume that keeps catching his eye.

satellite (100k)

“It’s been three years since I’ve had a proper hot meal,” Louis says finally. “I have no idea where my family is, or if any of them are even still alive. The only reason I’ve been able to keep myself alive for as long as I have is because I keep to myself, stay guarded, stay hidden. It’s the only way I know how to live,” he says.

Harry wants to cry, but he tries to put on a brave face when Louis finally meets his eyes. “You’re safe here. You don’t have to be so guarded around me,” Harry says quietly, earnestly.

“That’s very sweet of you,” Louis says, putting his fork down. “But yes I do. Especially around you.”

Or, Harry finds out that someone's been living in his house without him knowing, but instead of kicking him out, he falls in love with him.

sugar in a plum (4k)

“I’m your dad,” Harry says softly, extending his hand to Plum for her to have a sniff. Plum considers for a moment, looks up at Louis, and then bites Harry’s finger.

“Ow!” Harry shrieks, pulling his hand away quickly. He’s not bleeding, but Plum’s teeth are incredibly sharp, he feels like he’s been stabbed with ten tiny needles. “Jesus, Lou, I thought we were getting a cat, not a demon.”

Or, Harry's new kitten is out to ruin his life.

there are no atheists in foxholes (64k)

“Do you think we’ll ever see it again?” Harry asks after a minute. “London?”

Louis blinks, looking down. They very well could spend the rest of their lives on this island, and they’re both very aware of that. Everyone probably already thinks they’re dead, anyway. Their flats are going to be sold, and their families are going to have funerals, and life is going to go on without them. Even if they do get rescued, it’s already been days. The news of the shipwreck has definitely reached London by now. They don’t know if there’s been any effort to look for survivors, but they also don’t know how far away from the wreck they are, or how far people are going to go to look for them, or if anyone even knows that this island is here and, like, it’s very possible that they’ve already looked and stopped looking for survivors, and no one knows they’re out here-

“I don’t know,” Louis says, before he can start spiraling. “I hope so, but I don’t know.”

Or, the sea takes everything from Louis, but it gives him back more than he ever could’ve asked for.

it ain’t right, but isn’t it amazing (7k)

It’s all Niall’s fault, as most things are. Niall’s the one that made the bloody Tinder account in the first place, and the one that added every decent looking photo of Louis he could find on his phone, and the one that swiped right on the first fifteen guys that popped up. Yeah, Louis might have done the rest of the work that landed him here, in the men’s toilets of a Japanese restaurant in west London with vomit dripping down his chin and down the very, very attractive chest of the very, very attractive man in front of him, but Niall started it.

Or, Harry takes Louis for sushi on the first date. It doesn't go well.

keep this love in a photograph (48k)

“I could never forget a damn thing about you, Harry Styles, not even if I wanted to,” Louis says. His hair falls into his face when he glances over at Harry, the moonlight reflecting off of it and making it glow golden, like maybe Louis himself is the sun.

Harry thinks of how dark and cold his life got once Louis went away, how Harry got a taste of the sweetest sunshine imaginable and then was plunged into the longest winter of his life. He feels like he’s been buried under mounds of snow for months, years, and he’s finally made it to spring, finally getting another taste of how wonderful life can be.

Or, it’s 1919, and Harry’s been falling in love with his best friend for his entire life.

thrills don’t come for free (4k)

The night before comes back to him slowly, puking in the toilet at the club and then falling asleep in his car in the parking lot. He closes his eyes again for a moment until he realizes that the car is on and moving, and someone is driving it that isn’t him.

He picks his head up and peers between the seats, catching sight of a perfect stranger sitting behind the wheel, singing quietly and driving Louis’s car.

Or, Louis has a bit too much to drink and falls asleep in the backseat of Harry's car.

not even the gods above (25k)

The thing is, though, this isn’t good enough for Harry. Sure, he has the rest of his life to be a notable king, but he wants to be notable now. He wants to bring the two kingdoms together and he wants to do it early on, wants to be the one to facilitate the merge until it seems like the two kingdoms were one all along. He doesn’t want to wait, but everyone he’s turned to thinks waiting is the right choice, so he supposes he has to trust them.

That is, of course, until a declaration of war from the Kingdom of Tomlinson shows up at his palace.

somewhere far away from here (12k)

“Harry,” Louis says, squeezing his arm. “Do you know her?”

“My sister,” Harry mutters, eyes glued to the screen.

“What’s she saying?” Louis asks, voice quiet. “What does she want?”

“Me,” Harry murmurs, hardly a breath. “She knows I’m here.”

Or, Harry's sister comes to Earth to bring him home, but Harry's got a few things keeping him here.

i’ll take your pain (2k)

It’s kind of romantic when Harry thinks about it, feeling all the pain of the person he’s supposed to love for the rest of his life. Sure, it’s rather inconvenient when he’s in class and his soulmate gets kicked in the balls, or when he’s sleeping and his soulmate knocks his head or his knee off something. It’d be nice if the function helped them to find each other, but Harry supposes he can live with knowing that they’re destined to run into each other someday.

Or, soulmates have the ability to feel each other's pain, and Harry finds his after getting his arse waxed. (Or, the soulmate au crack fic I can't believe I actually wrote.)

the pink album (31k)

They don’t really discuss how hard it is to be in this situation, or to be doing the things they have to do to continue being together. It’s just something they don’t talk about, and that’s alright. Or maybe it isn’t, but they’ll cross that bridge when they get to it.

Or, a love seven years in the making, inspired by Harry's debut album.

i’ll make this feel like home (41k)

It’s nerdy, much nerdier than anything Harry would have engaged in back home. Perrie and Ed are singing some song from West Side Story and Stan is just giggling along, and it’s almost weird how weird Harry doesn’t find it. Liam and Niall would be running as fast as they could from this interaction, but somehow, Harry finds himself giggling along as well.

Maybe it’s because no one in this group seems like they should belong in this group, but Harry feels like he fits right in. He feels more himself than he has in weeks when Louis plops down beside him for a couple moments and throws out another title to add to their movie marathon. Even though he can’t contribute to the conversation about musicals and he has no idea whether The King and I or Oklahoma is more important, he never feels like an outsider.

Or, Harry is new to Plymouth and has had a rough start, but Louis won't rest until he makes it start to feel like home.

dirty laudry looks good on you (19k)

“So um, Niall mentioned you haven’t lived here long. What brings you to London?”

“What is this, an interview?” Louis smirks, stealing Harry’s drink and taking a sip. “Wanted a change of scenery. Dunno.”

Harry hums and takes his drink back, narrowing his eyes playfully at Louis as he takes a long sip. “Can I buy you a drink, or would you rather keep sharing mine?”

“You most certainly can buy me a drink,” Louis grins, grabbing the bottle back out of Harry’s hand, “but I’m still going to be stealing yours.”

Or, Harry is jaded and sad and resigned to be forever alone, until Niall sets him up with a friend of his whose broken pieces may just fit pretty well with Harry's.

we’ve got to get away from here (23k)

“It is my understanding that you are the most comprehensive member of this agency in the field of extraterrestrial life, is that right?” the agent asks. He’s trying to sound calm, but Louis can tell he’s shaken as well.

“Um, I guess so,” Louis says, glancing over at the man in the blanket again.

Suddenly, Louis’s blood runs cold. There’s something off about the man, something in his gaze, something Louis can’t put his finger on. It’s terribly unsettling, but excitement bubbles in his gut.

Or, Louis is an FBI agent who likes to think himself a paranormal expert, and Harry is the alien that somehow ended up in his office.

in midnights, in cups of coffee (15k)

“Sorry about the sugar,” Louis says, backing toward his own flat. “Bundle up before you go out.”

Harry smiles so sweetly then that Louis can’t imagine he’ll even need the sugar, if the muffins aren’t sweet enough just because they were made by him. “Thanks,” he says, eyes lingering a little longer on Louis before he lets himself back into Gemma’s apartment, and then Louis is just standing in the hallway by himself.

Or, Louis is overworked and cold, Harry is stressed out, and they might be in love.

come away with me (80k)

Or, Louis has to pick up the pieces of his and his daughter's life after his wife dies, and Harry is a beautiful stranger that just wants to help.

in the night (19k)

Or, the self-indulgent reversed pov and slight continuation of come away with me.

my song has not been sung (2k)

Or, Harry is watching a protest from the sidelines until a boy with a rainbow flag and a pretty smile drags him right into the middle of it.

i’ll be home for christmas (12k)

Or, Louis and Harry can’t decide where to go on Christmas.

autumn leaves (27k)

Or, Harry is an American soldier in France during World War II, and Louis is a French waiter that doesn't mean to fall in love with him.

we’ve got unfinished business (7k)

Or, there’s a ghost in Harry and Louis’s apartment that seemingly just wants them to date.

falling in love with you again (4k)

Or, three times in which Louis fell in love with Harry all over again.

heading for a small disaster (20k)

Or, Harry drives an Uber and Louis’s life is falling apart.

don’t stop to worry (4k)

It was just supposed to be a trim today, to skim off the dead ends of his hair. He had no idea it’d end the way it did.

Or, Harry cuts his hair. It's kind of a big deal.

diamonds, they fade (1k)

The cold does nothing tonight but remind Louis of the boy he left inside, the boy that’s curled up under the blankets by himself right now, the boy that’s probably going to come looking for him soon when he wakes up and Louis isn’t there.

Or, Louis has insomnia.

maps can be poems when you’re on your own (19k)

Or, Harry falls in love with the guy his best friend is fooling around with.

we could be enough (4k)

Or, Harry runs an anonymous crush confession column in the school newspaper and Louis has quite the crush to write in about.

no place to call home (22k)

Or, Louis isn't Peter Pan and Harry isn't Wendy and Neverland is nothing like Harry thought it would be, but it's perfect anyway.

show a little mercy (3k)

Louis hates him so, so much. But then again, he’s never loved someone quite so fiercely.

Or, Louis and Harry try to break up. (Or, a drabble based on Love You Goodbye)

kiss me on the mouth and set me free (17k)

Or, Louis is a gamer and Harry is a beauty guru, and VidCon is a good place to fall in love.

sing me like a choir (17k)

Or, Harry is nervous to do actual makeup on his channel, until his boyfriend Louis helps him out.

please don’t bite (21k)

Or, Harry releases his own line of beauty products, and Louis feels abandoned when Harry’s newfound fame gets the best of him.

underneath the christmas tree (17k)

Louis sends Harry on a scavenger hunt on Christmas Eve.

to be loved and to be in love (50k)

Harry and Louis' first year as a couple, as captured by snippets of home movies.

hope your heart is strong enough (4k)

Prompt: Set in the US, Harry spends Thanksgiving with Louis' family, or vice versa. Chaos ensues.

to watch you fall (16k)

Or, Harry is lonely and Louis is engaged to be married.

give me your hand and i’ll hold it (18k)

Prompt: Harry (9) moves in next to Louis (11). They have little roofs under their bedroom windows and like to sit there and talk. Seven years later, Louis has to leave for college.

you make me strong (14k)

Louis comes home from war with a few more problems than he left with, but Harry can't find it in himself to let him go.

#faaw #fics

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kittyandco-archive · 4 years ago

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happy anniversary, hans & kitty!

Summary: It’s that time!!! I wasn’t sure what to do... but I threw this together. Just a cute little moment between us... I could never fully express how much he means to me, and what knowing him has really done for me. So, I went the soft and cute, short and sweet route. He makes me absolutely wild, even after all this time. It’s kind of amazing how I could come to feel so deeply as I do, but I like it... I’ll never get tired of it. I hope we have many more years together. ;w;

If you read this, thank you so much!! It means a lot. This is also 100 percent OK to reblog btw!

It’s come to this.

Five year’s time, and it all felt left behind. Like another life, stepping into it together, hands locked in tender reassurance, over the threshold of a glowing horizon.

And now it’s come to this, five years in the making, their day of remembrance and nearly undeserved celebration. But reminding themselves of everything leading up to this… just, everything, it’s hard to recount it all, beyond a comfortable understanding… it felt rightly deserved. And happy. It seemed so simple to say that, but all the lies of the past had dissolved among love coated truths.

The snow fell in gentle, celebratory rain, blanketing their countryside with all its open fields. The flowers, fashioned after spring rainbows, popped through sparkling white to stay among the sun. Surely enough, winter was here and blooming, as sure and true as the love this season brought about.

Today, she'd take any excuse to revel in the heavenly taste of his lips. Like any other day, yes, but this was the time to let it all through: the gratitude and devotion, and put it in words… likely not so eloquent, but undoubtedly from the most tender recesses of her heart. It wouldn’t sound as finely crafted as anything from him would, but it didn’t need to. The simple “I love you”s sufficed, as they did every day, reminding him just why he was still here.

“Hans,” Kitty sang from afar, “look.”

Her object of affection turned promptly, only to catch a shadow of her form and a kiss on his lips. He took it gratefully, with a trace of audible surprise, reciprocating as expertly as he always had. Predictably wanting more than a singular bout, he swept her into his arms, seizing another, and another, craving that affection just as deeply, if not more. She nearly collapsed into him and the chair he sat innocently in just moments before - throwing her arms fiercely around his shoulders - the novel that once held his attention falling to the table surface. His touch met in a circle around her waist, holding his wife steadily against him, as well as gravity would permit, as if subtly itching to sweep her up into his arms as he often did in these moments. Plans or not, he did just that, for the simple fact that she’d always be deserving of his strength, devotion, love, attraction… anything he could give. And for a while, he believed that which he could give amounted to nothing, or harm at the very least. He took the smile against his lips as apt permission to lift her into protective arms.

“Mm,” she released the softest chuckle upon his initiative, “Hans.”

“Hm,” he gifted another kiss, “Kitty.”

Her fingers found their way into his hair, palm massaging the nape of his neck as she pulled back for how ever long he would allow. “You know I have something for you.”

“I have something for you, now.” His eyes met hers, his voice hushed and authoritative.

“I bet it’s not better than mine,” she grinned, lips red and already kiss swollen.

“Maybe I just won’t give you the chance to show me.”

“If you make it worth it?”

“Oh, I will.” He finally smiled too, adjusting her excitedly. “I’ve done it before. Kissing you senseless… and you forget all about it. Right?”

She sighed heavily, dreamily, abandoning the concern to hide all the ways that made her feel. “Yeah…”

“So let me,” he asked, leering in to take it.

“Fine. But I’ll get you back,” she said, meeting him where he was and tickling his nose with hers. “I’ll get you back good.”

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softguks · 5 years ago

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author + fic recs

below are a list of writers and my my fav fics of theirs, pls give them some love!! don’t forget to REBLOG, SEND A MESSAGE, OR LEAVE FEEDBACK. sometimes leaving a like isn’t quite enough, so leave a small comment telling them how much you loved it! it really makes their day.

@sketchguk TERESA, uGH my lovie, my world, my moon, my stars, the cause of my euphoria, my queen, the angel from the heavens. she is an incredible writer, and i’ve read all of her works probably thirty million times. they’re sweet, amazing, and definite must-reads! READ HER ENTIRE MASTERLIST, it’s worth it i promise 🥺

-> kiss the girl; worth the wait; lover to lean on; 10 muses

@sleepyjhs violet??? omg, her reactions, drabbles, and writings are so soft and lovely!! pls give her a read, send her some love, reblog her amazing works, and leave come comments! she’s such a sweet angel, and her blog is beautiful (so aesthetically pleasing)

@gukyi GUYI!! guys, this is a no-brainer. i’m sure you’ve read her fics, if not, go give her a read. her fics are absolutely amazing, incredible, and every positive word in the world. the amount of talent she pours into each piece of writing is incredible and phenomenal, she is literally one of the most talented writers on here. go send her some love if you haven’t already!

-> the millionaire & his lover; raspberry truffles; the courtship chronicles; if i told you; the underwear thief; the coffee shop contract

@jamaisjoons hi i love solaris, she owns my heart. anyways, she is a pretty-well known blog in my opinion, and totally deserves it! her writings are amazing, incredible, and i love them so much. her banners are super cute like her too 🥺 she’s the sweetest person, her fics are some of my go-to rereads and my all-time favorites. pls go flood her inbox with love, she’s an incredible angel.

-> faded love; the sea & the storm; love alive

@honeymoonjin guys sora is the most beautiful soul on here 🥺 i love her fics so much, they bring out the ugly tears, the soft feelings, the uwu hours, and emotions i didn’t know i had. i’ve read her entire masterlist probably a billion times because of how talented she is, like skskksksksk?? i don’t understand. go bombard her with love, adoration, and feedback for her lovely fics. she writes them so well, and they’re also hilarious to read!!

-> florezco; anpanman

@jungshookz CEE!! omg i love all of her fics. each and every single one of them is absolutely incredible. i love the style of her writing, i love the hilarious interactions, the tropes, and everything about her fics. she is one of my all-time favorite blogs that i’ve come across, please send her lots of love if you haven’t already!! she is so so talented and incredible, make sure to check out her drabbles and tags!! it’s always hilarious and so much fun to read her fics -- i cackle like a witCH--

-> cowabunga baby; caramel macchiato; gymrat jungkook; beneath the water; suit & tie; soccer coach jungkook; yoga instructor jungkook; ta! jimin; ballet teacher jimin (OMG MY FAV)

@junqkook hi yara is bomb guys. yara’s fics are oh-so-incredible and she’s one of the first blogs i came across in this fandom!! there’s something about the way she writes, the way her words seem to flow together so perfectly that’s incredible. really and truly, she is one of the sweetest people on here and is very very very talented. go give her some love. btw her banners for her fics and her navigation is super cute uwu.

-> rottenfolk; the young wolf; into the woods (series); la douleur exquise

@httpjeon DAISYYY, she’s amazing and i love her. anyways, daisy is the QUEEN of cute banners and headers. she’s so talented and everything on her masterlist is a masterpiece. the way she writes is so beautiful and her stories are amazing!! the detail, the *cough* smut *cough*, the descriptive scenes, and the characters are incredible! gold! amazing! wonderful! i’ve run out of words to describe how lovely they are, but please give her some (re)reads and reblogs!

-> bunny blues (series); lovebug; sehebon; club ardor (series)

@kinktae rosyyyyy is one of the sweetest people on here and im totally here for her friendship with daisy + nora + yara uw. they’re best friend goals. anyways, her fics are like watching movies. they are so detailed and well-written that it plays in your head. you can imagine each scene playing out as you read and they’re really amazing. pls go check them out and give them some love!

-> soliloquy; camellia (two-shot); bitchin’ (series); flesh & blood (series)

@taesthetes uwu, cat’s works are some of the most amazing ones i’ve ever read. they never fail to amaze me and are always guaranteed to bring out emotions. thy’re truly beautiful works of art, and are some definite must-reads! her blog is so lovely and pretty too!

-> let’s unfall in love; amour; hiraeth; her masterlist (just read everything guys it’s incredible)

@ughkive mo! mO! MO! mo is my lovie and an angel. she’s such a beautiful soul and has the heart of an angel. her writings are amazing and some you should definitely check out! the way she writes is beautiful and i love her style of writing, please go flood her mailbox with love and support! much love to you, bb!

-> broken cathedrals; heart strings; bucket list; habits

@gukgalore hi rayan is my intelligent, gorgeous, radiant, and stunning queen. she is the absolute sweetest and must be flooded with love and hugs. go check out the queen, i love her, the aesthetic & layout of her blog, and her writings very very much!! they are very amazing and worth the read! many of them make me emotional and i dont know how she’s so taleneted. pls give her love.

-> young; jungkook breaks your trust (drabble); jungkook lies (drabble); something new

@guksheart she is one of my fav blogs everrr. i truly adore all of her fics and have reread them millions of times. they’re absolutely incredible, and always leave me in awe or speechless because of the talent that’s poured into each writing. each fic is a work of art, a masterpiece, and a treasure. pls go check her out, give her some compliments on her pretty blog, her cute banners, and her amazing self! lots of must-reads all waiting on her masterlist. also,,, on a side note lol her titles are so cute and i love them with all of my heart!! uwu

-> close the distance; in twenty years time; cover me in blue; plans for wedding bands; sugar coated; victor’s game (series m.list)

@gukills POPPY! or tati, i love her so very much with all of my heart and my entire being. she’s gorgeous, radiant, bright, and an angel blessed to us from the heavens!! not only is she the sweetest, she’s so talented in both writing and art! her writings are amazing and something you should definitely check out! uwu her navigation is so cute as well, go give her some love.

-> every moment is valuable; broken glass; just out the window (two-shot)

@cupofteaguk omg omg hiiiii. LOL im sorry but traci’s blog is one of my favs!! she’s one of the first blogs i came across when first joining this fandom and is so incredibly talented. i’ve reread all of her fics millions of times and i love them so so much. they’re so cute, sweet, and hilarious. the way she writes is incredible and i love the tropes and cliche plots that she twists or tweaks to turn into masterpieces. each fic she’s written is gold and i’m always excited to see her pop up on my dash. her banners are all so adorable just like her blog. go give her some love!!

-> like flowers we bloom; the endless winter; breath of spring; hopeless hearts; take my hand (i love this one v much!)

@onherwings hi jo, i adore you with all of my heart and being. jo is such a sweet and talented soul that i’m incredibly lucky and forever grateful to be friends with!! all of her fics are amazing and totally worth the read. her writing style, the descriptive scenes, the plots, the cute banners, the funny interactions, and the way she constructs the relationships as they blossom is beautiful. it feels like a breath of fresh air, walking through a meadow of clouds and stars, and the fuzzy, warm feeling you get from being with people you love. her fics are beautiful and so fun to read. flood her mailbox with love, asks, and support!!

-> mask; the better one; reasons to say i love you

@angelguk she’s one of my favorite blogs ever (mwah!) her writings, her blog, her aesthetic, and her layout are absolutely gorgeous!! uwu they make me soft just looking at the pretty colors, matching themes, and accents. her writings are from another planet, omg, there aren’t enough words and emotions in the world to describe how utterly incredible they are. her writing style is just phenomenal and i love the way her words weave together like strands of silk into works of art. literally, hands down, one of the best writers i’ve come across on this site. i love everything about her blog and i’m sure she’s an even more amazing and beautiful person.

-> breakfast in bed; heartfelt; i wish i missed my ex; amour; phases

@cutaepatootie hi sara seems like such a lovely and sweet person so pls give her some love. ask about her day, tell her a joke, make her laugh, make her smile today. :D her writings are incredible. “A Fallen Bookmark on a Thursday Afternoon” hit so hard. i was tearing up, nearly balling my eyes out because of how realistic and genuine her fics feel. it sounds silly, but they feel like their own little worlds, waiting for you to get lost in. they bring out so many feelings and thoughts that i didn’t know i had, or haven’t really thought about. i think about it so often, and she’s one of the first blogs i came across. pls check out her fics and give her some reblogs!

a fallen bookmark on a thursday afternoon; the blue princess and her red rose; animal (series); a brief story of time; touched by a fallen star

@minflix elle is so very lovely and sweet. she reminds me of flowers because of how sweet and beautiful she is, i hope she continues to blossom. she reminds me of the ocean because of how strong, majestic, and powerful her energy and soul are. her url is so clever, we stan an intellectual in this household!! her banners are amazing??? like??? what??? when i saw them i gasped and proceeded to stare at them in wonder. her fics are even better guys!! what a surprise, pls go read them. they’re masterpieces and i’ve reread them too many times to admit. but in all seriousness, she’s absolutely wonderful and i’m super lucky to know her. go give her some love, lots of love to the sweetest bean!!

break the ice; much better; spellbound; a lack of color; the city comes alive

@yourdelights dee! deE! dEE! DEE! dee is such a talented and sweet soul. like??? she’s so sweet? you could get diabetes just from talking to her. nO seriously, she’s one of the friendliest, kindest, and nicest people on here. her fics are adorable and very funny as well as entertaining. her banners, her theme, and her navigation are so cute and stunning just like she is. go give her some love, send her some asks, start a conversation, make her smile, and be her friend!!

-> the best part of me is you; i’m sorry (drabble)

@diortae hi guys, isabel is amazing, stunning, radiant, and a literal ball of sunshine. go send her some love, reblog her fics, and make her smile!! uwu she’s such a sweet person with an even sweeter personality. her fics are so cute, funny, and fascinating. pls pls pls, check out her most recent fic if you haven’t already “An Abundance of Mondays”. each fic is its own world and tale, with its own special traits and unique twists. i love her banners and her writing style very very much. i would give her flowers if i could.

-> an abundance of mondays; the spaces between; until the spring comes again

#fic recs #blog recs #bts writing #bts scenario #bts reaction #bts fluff #bts masterlist #bts angst #bts smut

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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Tree House Kisses, Chapter 17 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters. Xoxo!

Chapter Summary: Courtney and Adore try out for the Spring Musical.

Chapter 17: Look at Me, I’m Sandra Dee

ADORE: Meet me in the tree house?

PEARL: Now?

ADORE: Are you busy?

PEARL: No, I’m OMW

Adore sat on the old tattered bean bag, picking at its already worn fabric. It had been two days since Pearl’s New Year’s party and all Adore was able to think about was her encounter with Violet that night. Well, not too much the encounter, but what triggered it.

Pearl popped into the tree house, surprising Adore out of her thoughts. She watched the blonde pull the yellow bean bag up next to her red one before plopping down.

“So… what’s up?” Pearl asked, settling in.

“Uh, I need to tell you something,” Adore started, not actually sure where or how to start.

“Cool, what it is?”

Pearl’s nonchalant attitude was usually a welcoming one for Adore. That was one of Adore’s favorite things about Pearl; nothing bothered her, but then again she never involved herself in anything to be bothered. This time, Pearl’s laidback demeanor only sent Adore’s anxiety soaring through the roof.

“Did you want to smoke?” Pearl asked. “Because I don’t have anything on me. I mean, I can, like call up Willam’s guy, but there’s-”

“No, I don’t want to smoke right now. I just need to get this off my chest,” Adore interrupted the blonde as she tried to figure out which words she needed to use to convey the message she wanted to say.

“Oh, shit. Do I need popcorn?” Pearl joked, and Adore shot her a look that made her realize that this was not the moment. “I’m sorry. What did you want to tell me?” Pearl asked, hoping Adore wasn’t going to regret asking her to come over.

“I hooked up with Violet. At your party. In the bathroom. Right when the Darienne, Jamin, Gia drama started. While one of my friends was having her heart broken I was--”

“Woah, woah! Wait…” Pearl held her hand up, finding herself overwhelmed by information being hurled at her.

Adore’s eyes started to water as the girls sat in silence for a second.

Pearl ran a hand through her long blonde hair, before looking up at Adore.

“I’m sorry,” Adore blurted out, afraid that maybe she had just ruined a friendship, all because she couldn’t keep her emotions intact.

Pearl shook her head in disbelief, “Why are you sorry?”

“Because… I know you like Violet.” Adore pulled her legs up to herself, resting her chin on her knee as she fingered at a tear in her jeans.

“I don’t-”

“Pearl, it’s obvious.” Adore looked up at the blonde, her face twisted up in a mix of emotions, “and that’s what makes it more fucked up. The whole thing is fucked up, man,” Adore said, more to herself than to Pearl.

Pearl leaned against the wall of the tree house, closing her eyes to gather her thoughts. Pearl did not like drama; she didn’t have the energy to deal with it.

“Don’t worry bout it,” Pearl finally spoke, reaching over to Adore to nudge her, making her look up from the tear in her jeans. “I mean, yeah, Violet’s hot, but you and her have history. And I’m just glad she doesn’t hate me anymore, honestly. So, there’s nothing to apologize about. I mean if you had… um… a good… uh, if that’s what you like, wanted or whatever. Then you don’t need to worry, dude.” Pearl fumbled to find the words to assure Adore.

“I regret it.”

Hazel eyes met blue eyes and a silence took over them again.

“You wanna know why?” Adore asked, voice breaking.

Pearl was tempted to say no, but she knew that Adore needed someone to talk to.

“They’re always so lovey-dovey and cute and in my fucking face!”

Pearl didn’t need to ask to know who Adore was talking about.

“It’s times like that when I remember that... and Violet was always a distraction. A pretty face to help me think about other things, and at your party it was just too much.”

Pearl stayed quiet, just listening. She never really asked Adore about her relationship with Courtney, but she knew that it was the type where someone could end up with a broken heart. So, it made sense that Adore and Violet would hook up. Pearl didn’t know much about Fame and Violet’s relationship, but she had her guesses that it wasn’t much different.

“Maybe... You should talk to Violet about all this,” Pearl suggested, not really sure what to do.

Adore wiped her eyes, smearing eyeliner and mascara across her face. “I don’t want to. Just wanna act like nothing happened,” she shook her head.

First day back from winter break and Adore was already ready for spring break. She was dreading a lot of things that she would have no choice but to face now that she was back at school. Violet had texted her a few times since she had last seen her at Pearl’s party, but Adore ignored them, not ready to face the brunette.

She tried to ignore Courtney too, but that prove to be much harder and the two ended up hanging out. The entire time Courtney cuddled up to her on the couch, Adore tried to list the reasons she should forget about her feelings and just be happy for her best friend.

As Adore made her way to her locker, she hesitated when she saw Trinity and Violet. Somehow the invitation to let Pearl use her locker had extended to the rest of the group. Not that Adore minded, because Fame’s locker had also turned into the groups’ shared locker so Adore didn’t have to make trips halfway across the school between classes anymore.

“Hey, Adore. Oh shit, you look tired. Didn’t get much sleep last night?” Trinity asked as Adore approached them.

Violet didn’t speak, her doe eyes burning into Adore’s head. Adore could only imagine all the things going through Violet’s head. If there was one thing Adore knew Violet hated more than most things--it was being ignored.

“Yeah, my sleep schedule got fucked over the break,” Adore nodded.

“Girl, you telling me. I was sleeping in till like one. I’m surprised I got up this morning,” Trinity flipped her hair over her shoulder. Adore nodded, shifting awkwardly in place.

When Trinity noticed Violet’s sudden silence and Adore’s awkwardness, her brows frowned in confusion.

“Are y’all okay? You guys aren’t fighting are you?” Trinity asked, looking back and forth between the two.

“No, of course not.” Adore quickly tried to put Trinity’s assumptions to rest, but Violet’s shrugging of her shoulders made Trinity raise an eyebrow.

“Oh, shit. Something did happen,” Trinity smirked.

“No! Nothing happened.” Adore grew defensive and Trinity sidestepped to stand next to Violet.

“Really, nothing happened?” Violet finally spoke up, her tone condescending.

“Vi…”

“Well, Trinity. Adore has spoken, nothing happened,” Violet said.

Adore rolled her eyes, not sure what other reaction she expected from Violet.

“Viol-”

“Uhm, I think we should go get our new schedules.” Violet grabbed Trinity’s wrist and dragged her off.

Adore leaned against the locker, sighing to herself. She knew that she needed to get her emotions together before things got out of control.

“Dory! Dory!” Courtney raced through the hall, nearly knocking over several bewildered freshman before breathlessly catching up with Adore in front of their English class.

“You alright, there?” Adore asked, seeing her friend’s flushed cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m just, I just wanted to tell you about…” Courtney panted, holding her side, clearly suffering from a cramp. She gulped for air, smiling widely. “Mrs. Maguire just announced the Spring musical and it’s GREASE and auditions are Tuesday!” Courtney clapped her hands, jumping up and down.

Adore laughed. “Cool. Was it worth collapsing your lung, though?”

“Adore! Grease! Don’t you remember how we used to watch Grease like, at least twice a week?! We’re gonna kill it!”

Adore slung an arm around Courtney’s shoulders and lead her inside the classroom.

“I love how you think we’re the only kids who danced around our living rooms to that movie, Court. You’re like, the perfect amount of delusional to be a musical theatre star.”

Courtney beamed at her. “Why, thank you, Ms. Delano.”

The truth was, Adore was really looking forward to the musical. For one thing, she desperately needed a break from all the Violet drama. And for another, despite knowing she was gonna have to put up with Courtney and Roy’s irritating PDA, it was an excuse to hang out with her bestie without all the cheerleaders (only Alyssa and Shangie did the plays, and they didn’t bother her nearly as much as the other bitches). But most of all, it was a creative outlet that she didn’t ordinarily have. Pearl had her art, Violet had ballet and orchestra, Fame had fashion design, but music and acting was Adore’s chance to be free. She loved to be onstage, and more than anything, she loved to sing.

Even last year in West Side Story, when she was just a part of the ensemble, had been one of the best experiences of her life. Especially since Courtney had charmed her way into being one of the Shark girls, despite being cast as a Jet. (Something about how she was a quarter Brazilian and so it was really important to her cultural heritage to be on the Puerto Rican side. Which of course Mrs. Maguire knew was bullshit, but she gave in anyway as long as she agreed to wear a black wig and “not do an offensive accent.”)

“So,” Adore said. “I assume you’re going for Sandy. Think I have a chance at Rizzo?”

“Duh!” Courtney said. “You only have the best voice in the whole school, Adore. You should sing ‘There Are Worse Things I Could Do’ for your audition. Everyone will lose their minds.” She hugged Adore around the neck, giggling happily.

“You know,” Alyssa said, as Courtney skipped down the aisle back to her seat, exceedingly pleased with her audition, “That song isn’t even in the play. It was just in the movie.”

Courtney’s face fell. “It’s not?” She turned to Darienne. How could ‘Hopelessly Devoted to You’ not be in the musical? “Is that true?”

“Um, maybe, I’m not sure. But it doesn’t matter, Court, you were really good! Don’t worry about it!” Darienne gave her a sunny smile and a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.

“Thanks.” Courtney sat back down in her seat. She knew it was a long shot, but she had been praying that she had a chance at Sandy. She was confident that she could pull off the innocent sweet act, as well as the bad girl at the end. And Adore was totally killing it onstage. How awesome would it be if they ended up as Sandy and Rizzo?

Roy, who was currently waiting in the wings, waved at her. He was going to get Danny, no question about it. She blew him a kiss and he caught it, winking.

She sighed happily. What would be better than starring in a musical with her boyfriend and her best friend? She started to get butterflies in her stomach thinking about the three of them getting to spend all that time together. Adore finished her performance and Courtney clapped her hands enthusiastically, excited for the amazing semester they were about to have.

“We’re only sophomores, Court. We’re probably not getting lead roles.”

“I know, I know,” the blonde said, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Adore smiled, unable to stop herself from catching some of Courtney’s infectious enthusiasm. They had a lot of very talented kids in their school, and Adore knew that Mrs. Maguire liked to reward the upperclassmen. She’d seen Darienne’s amazing audition, and figured that the odds of her getting Rizzo were pretty high. Adore also knew that Courtney had her heart set on Sandy, but she herself was really just hoping to be one of the Pink Ladies. She thought Frenchie was a fun part, and that way she’d get to wear fun colored wigs. And the other ones, she couldn’t remember their names, but they both had bigger singing parts, so that was cool.

“There it is!” Courtney’s eyes were round as she spotted the wall outside the theatre where Mrs. Maguire had posted the cast list. She turned to Adore. “Omigod, I’m so nervous.”

Adore took her hand and lead her decisively across the courtyard. “Time to rip off the band-aid!”

Courtney squealed a little under her breath as they stepped up to the bulletin board. She closed her eyes and then opened them. She caught Roy’s name immediately. Danny Zuko. No shock there. She looked to see who was playing Sandy, praying hard. Alyssa Edwards. Her chest deflated a little. Well...okay. She was only a sophomore, as Adore said. They had two more years for lead roles, and this show had tons of other good parts. Darienne was playing Rizzo. (Courtney could hear Darienne behind her, currently bitching about the fact that she finally had a lead and of course her douchebag ex-boyfriend was playing Kenickie, someone shoot her in the face.) She saw Adore’s name high up on the list too, as Marty, one of the Pink Ladies.

She kept looking on the list, her heart sinking a little the more she looked. Where was her name? Was she in the show at all? She finally found her name, at the bottom, under “Ensemble.” So not even one line? Tears stung her eyes, and she felt so stupid for thinking that she had a chance at a starring role. Adore was no longer holding her hand, having been pulled into the group of kids celebrating and chattering excitedly. Courtney took a deep breath.

Alyssa shrieked happily beside her. “Omigod, Dari, I got the part! Can you believe it!?”

No, Courtney thought to herself. Alyssa was not the best singer, and a barely passable actress. Frankly, Courtney didn’t understand this casting at all. Sure, she was an amazing dancer, and yeah, she had pretty good stage presence, but...Courtney told herself not to be bitter.

“Hey, gorgeous…” Roy slipped his arms around her from behind.

Courtney turned around, kissing him and then plastering a sunny smile across her face. “Hi. Congratulations.”

Alyssa sauntered up to them. “Hey Roy, looks like we’re playing romantic leads again. You better not try anything naughty this time.”

Roy rolled his eyes. “I’ll do my best, Edwards.”

Courtney raised an eyebrow. “‘Again’?”

Roy shook his head, pulling her closer. “I think she’s talking about the seventh grade talent show? We did a lip sync to ‘Leader of the Pack.’”

Courtney giggled. “Sounds like an epic romance. Sure you’re gonna be able to resist her charms?”

He groaned. “Why couldn’t you have been Sandy?”

“Rub it in, please.”

“Sorry.”

Courtney kissed him on the cheek. “It’s not your fault.”

They went inside the theatre to get their scripts and CDs with the music, and Courtney’s day got a little brighter. Mrs. Maguire pulled her into the office and asked her if she’d be willing to understudy for Alyssa. “I know it’s not glamorous, but I think you’re very talented, and I need people I can trust to step in if anything happens. Darienne was an understudy last year for Anita and that’s half the reason I know she can handle a lead this year.”

Courtney agreed enthusiastically, anxious to prove herself to Mrs. Maguire.

“And also, there’s a solo part that I didn’t post, because I expected to give it out once we get into rehearsals and hear how everyone’s voices blend, but I think you’d be really great for the Radio Singer in ‘It’s Raining On Prom Night.’ I’d like you to try it at the read-though, and assuming you can sing it without completely overpowering Alyssa, it’ll be yours.”

“Okay, sure!” Courtney felt some relief. Maybe there was hope for her musical theatre career yet.

“Just remember, it’s the 50s, so none of that Mariah stuff.” She winked.

Courtney giggled nervously. “I’ll do my best.”

“Ugh, assigned seats?” Roy grumbled, looking at the set-up for the cast read-through. He gripped her hand. “Don’t go.”

Courtney kissed him and deposited him in the seat next to the other lead cast members, feeling a bit unsympathetic to his plight.

“You’ll survive.” She started to walk towards the section where the other ensemble cast was supposed to sit, but paused to say hi to Adore, leaning over the table to give her bestie a hug. “Hey! I was listening to the songs and I really like yours.”

“I know, right?! It’s pretty funny that I’m playing the boy-crazy one, though,” Adore laughed.

Courtney winked. “Truly type casting.”

“What’s type casting?” asked a husky voice.

Adore turned to see Raja Gemini, the sexy, badass senior who was playing Frenchie, slipping into the seat beside her. A small thrill ran through her, when Raja’s dark, mysterious eyes locked with hers.

They had never exchanged words, like ever, but since freshmen year, Adore has always had a low-key crush on the older girl. “Oh, um...me...playing a character who’s obsessed with boys.”

Raja chuckled. “Oh, yeah, I’ve heard that about you.”

Adore could feel a blush creeping into her cheeks, which was only exacerbated by Raja’s hand suddenly reaching out and caressing her sleeve.

“This jacket is amazing. Is it real leather?” Raja leaned in to get a better look at the jacket, before looking up to meet Adore’s eyes.

“I think so? I got it from that thrift store on 6th Street.”

“Fuck, I love that place. I wanna do something really cool like this for the T-Bird and Pink Lady jackets. I already told Mrs. Maguire that we have to get something fucking rad,” Raja smiled at Adore and Adore swore her heart went into overtime.

Adore gazed into her eyes. “Yeah, sounds...sounds great.”

Courtney cleared her throat. “I’m gonna go find my seat. Do you still wanna hang out later?”

“Hmmm?” Adore tore her eyes from Raja’s and turned to Courtney. “Oh, yeah, sure.”

Courtney smiled tensely and skipped away.

“Bummer,” Raja said. “I was hoping you’d come to Carrows with me, Darienne and Jinkx. Do like a Pink Ladies dinner bonding thing. But I don’t want to fuck up your plans,” Raja tilted her head as stirred her Starbucks with her straw.

Adore gulped. “Oh, well, we were just gonna hang out, so...maybe we can reschedule.”

“Alright, well, let me know. And here’s to our new gang.” She held out her Starbucks cup, toasting Adore’s Red Bull.

“Party.”

Pearl was so excited to be picked to work on the set of Grease. She sat backstage as the cast did their reading, waiting for Thorgy--who was running around somewhere--to tell her what she was going to need to do. She sat on top of last semester's set, swinging her legs, and texted Trinity who was complaining about all the homework they already had.

A sudden noise had Pearl’s head snapping up from her phone, sure that Thorgy was finally ready to tell her what she was working on.

But, she was surprised to spot a dark-skinned girl with full lips in bright multi-colored leggings there instead of Thorgy.

“Hey, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt you. I was looking for Sasha,” she gave a small smile.

“Oh, uh well, I don’t know her. Is she in the cast, because they’re reading,” Pearl hopped down, stuffing her phone in her pocket. Pearl had never seen the girl in front of her, but she was pretty and Pearl found herself wanting to get know her better.

“No, Sasha’s working on the backdrops and stuff,” she said, looking around the back stage. “I’ve always wanted to see what it looked like behind the curtains.”

“I’m working on the backdrop too! But I’m sorry I can’t help you find her. I’m Pearl.” she introduced herself as she watched the girl make her way around.

“I’m Shea.”

Courtney didn’t have much to do during the read-through, and so she found her eyes wandering around the room, settling quite often on Adore, who was simpering up at Raja with a dopey, lovestruck expression on her face. Every time Raja leaned over to whisper something to her, she would giggle and blush and bat her eyelashes. Watching them made Courtney’s skin itch.

Across the table, Alyssa was doing the absolute most with Roy, flirting shamelessly with him during every scene they had together, shoving her tits in his face. Wasn’t Sandy supposed to be sweet and innocent? Roy kept sending Courtney looks of distress, rolling his eyes and at one point, when Alyssa had grabbed him by the collar, actually mouthing ‘help me!’ at her. Courtney chuckled to herself. Poor baby.

Adore’s solo was great, and Mrs. Maguire didn’t seem to mind that she directed most of it to her fellow Pink Lady, rather than the boys, as the script instructed. Raja, for her part, seemed to encourage it, cheering and even stuffing a dollar bill into Adore’s back pocket at one point, until Mrs. Maguire told her to stop.

When it was time for Courtney to get up and go to the mic for ‘It’s Raining On Prom Night,’ Roy blew her a kiss for good luck, but of course Adore wasn’t even watching. She was too busy gazing at Raja with that same dumb expression she had all afternoon. The good news was, Courtney didn’t seem to have any trouble channeling the distressed misery necessary for the song, and afterwards, Mrs. Maguire told her that the solo was all hers.

She raced over to Adore, thrilled, to tell her, and found her friend still hanging on Raja’s every word with those big soft eyes.

“Ahem.”

Raja slung her messenger bag over her shoulder. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom. Meet me in the parking lot in 5?”

“‘Kay,” Adore nodded, biting her lip.

Courtney narrowed her eyes, watching Raja walk away. “Why are you meeting her in the parking lot?”

“Hmmm?” Adore turned towards Courtney with a dreamy expression.

Snapping her fingers in Adore’s face, Courtney leaned over the table and, irritated, exclaimed, “Adore!”

“What?!”

“Care to fill me in on what the fuck is going on?!” She crossed her arms.

“Oh...well...yeah, Raja wants to do like a Pink Ladies dinner thing with me and Darienne and Jinkx, and I--”

“But you said you were gonna hang out with me.”

Adore took in the wounded look in Courtney’s green eyes, and sighed. “No, I know, I told her that. I...”

Courtney swallowed.

“...I don’t have to go. I told her we had plans.”

After a beat, Courtney shook her head and said, “No, no, it’s fine. You should go. We can hang out some other night this week. If you want.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course. I’m not going anywhere.” Courtney shifted her backpack on her shoulders.

Adore grinned and kissed her on the cheek. “You’re the best, Court. I’ll text you tonight, okay?”

“Sure.” Courtney said, watching her leave.

“You could break her leg,” Willam offered.

“That’s what I said!” Roy chuckled.

Courtney rolled her eyes. “You guys, can you please stop? It’s like, not even funny to joke about that! What if something really happens to her?!” They were gathered behind the theatre, watching Pearl paint one of the backdrops

“Well, then perfect, ‘cause I’ll get to kiss you instead of her,” Roy said, shaking his head. “God, she really is the worst.”

“She’s not that bad,” Pearl said.

“Would you fuck Alyssa Edwards, new girl?”

“Maybe,” Pearl mused, giving a sassy tongue pop. “If we’re being really honest, she does give me vibes occasionally.”

Roy laughed, barking, “Great, she’s all yours!” He wrapped his arms tighter around Courtney’s waist.

Adore rounded the corner, a giddy smile on her face, breathing, “Hey guys…”

“Oh, look who remembered her friends all of a sudden,” Willam laughed. “And how’s Raaaajaaaa? Has she eaten your pussy yet?”

“Please,” Adore giggled. “I can’t even believe she’s talking to me.”

Courtney bristled slightly. “She’s only human, Adore.”

“I’m not sure that’s true,” Adore said, giggling again. She peeked through the door. “Omigod, look at her. She is so fucking hot, I can’t breathe.”

“If you say so,” Courtney replied, rolling her eyes and leaning against Roy’s shoulder.

“She’s pretty fierce, but frankly, I’m kind of surprised she likes you. Usually she goes for girls with a much better sense of fashion,” Willam deadpanned.

“Fuck off, Willam!”

“I’m just saying...you should go for it, though, maybe you’ll learn something,” he laughed, tossing some imaginary hair over his shoulder.

Adore smirked. “Maybe I will.”

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forallyourikemensengokuneeds · 5 years ago

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Secret Santa present

Title: The Gift of Forgetfulness

Fandom: IkeSen

Suitor: Masamune, Mitsunari and Yukimura

To: @yunohawkeye

From: @darkmindsthinktwistedthoughts

A/N: To my sweet lil’ Yuno I hope this tale finds you well and brings a smile to your face at this time of year.

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Winter was here and with it came the long dark nights full of biting cold that had you wanting to curl up under blankets by a warm fire. The snow was falling once more, drifting through the air like frozen feathers until it blanketed the ground in a kind of pristine purity.

She found herself standing in her kitchen with her oversized mug in hand watching the outside world lazily. The steam rose from the hot tea in her hands in curls her eyes unfocused remembering the dream that woke her up a little earlier.

If you had asked her when it had happened, she would have been unable to answer you. Not long after setting out into the world alone she had acquired the lease on a great little apartment and then discovered she was living right next door to some of the most handsome men she had ever encountered outside of glossy tabloid pictures. To make it even more unbelievable they all seemed to take an interest in her.

Guy number one was tall with wild chestnut brown hair and piercing blue eyes… well, eye. He was rugged and charming with just a hint of danger that drew you in like a moth to a flame. He had helped her carry in some boxes from her car after she just arrived. He then made a comment about how she couldn’t possibly consider eating frozen microwave meals, insisting on having her joining him at his place for dinner with the rest of the guys.

It had been a strange turn of events after she had found herself agreeing happily to the rather pushy invite before realising what she had done. She then met guy number two. Silver hair that shone in the light but looked as soft as smoke if you were to touch it. Violet eyes full of intelligence scanned pages of thick intellectual books on topics she had never heard of with such ease you could be forgiven for thinking it was a comic book. When he was nudged and noticed her standing there nothing prepared her for that smile. The old saying of hearing music when talking to someone sprung to mind and she was a little worried she might have been staring at him, smiling like an idiot.

Dinner had been wonderful guy number one turned out to be a chef in training and damn that man had talent. The flavours were perfectly balanced and the skill he showed with a knife was mesmerising. She had allowed her gaze to linger on his hands a little longer than she realised, following those long fingers as they worked their magic. A shiver ran up her spine when she composed herself and prepared to leave.

She was just about to reach for the handle on the front door when she came face to chest with guy number three. Another brown-haired model type. Except this one looked a bit more of a rough, outdoorsy kind. He had a pair of chocolate brown eyes she could have drowned in. Too bad the illusion of charm was blown as soon as he began to ask who the wild boar was running out of the house.

Eventually, they had all fallen into a comfortable space where they could hang out together as friends. Still, she had not forgotten the times when the air had seemed tense between the men. Or how some of the looks had morphed into death glares in her presence. All things said and done this was what it was and no one seemed like they were going to make a move to change it. Their time together was growing short soon they would be going their separate ways for the holidays.

Her mind wandered. It wandered even more at night when she was alone and slipping into slumber. She found herself thinking about them. The sound of their voices, the warmth of their hands… the scent of their bodies. Yes, Winter was here but somewhere in her dreams, Spring was alive and well.

School was over for another semester and the holiday season was everywhere like a glitzy illuminated bomb in town. Streets lined with ornate lighting and store windows decked out in the traditional array of over the top festive magic. It had taken a while to get home as the public transport was suffering cancellations due to the bad weather.

She smiled to herself as she patted her messenger bag. When your world becomes full of clouds, she usually looked for the silver lining in them and had taken the opportunity to pick up three presents for her neighbours that had helped her since her move.

Masa was to be the recipient of a foreign cookbook that involved fusion cookery and science to create some intricate and unusual dishes. Yuki was going to get that selection box of foreign sweets and some new gloves that were waterproof, weatherproof and still allowed you to use your touch screen on your smartphone. Nari had been a little difficult. It felt strange considering that the guy would be happy with anything she had got for him but that was exactly what made choosing one so damnably hard.

He didn’t wear accessories; his fashion was simplistic and nothing at all designer. The only thing she had seen he might require after spending time with him helping her write her dissertation was something to help him find his glasses. A fine but strong silver chain was gift-wrapped and waiting to be slipped into his hand. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little nervous about giving them all their gifts. Still, the excitement and anticipation won out over the nerves and she found she was walking with a slight bounce in her step as she made her way home past the busy shopping district.

“Oh to Hell with it!” The impassioned response from Yuki came after he once more let go of his end of the garland only to see it drop to the floor. “How do you manage to get these things to stay put?” He glared over at Masa who had finished his half of the decorating and was stifling laughter. Seriously the guy has one eye and is challenged with depth perception constantly yet he can hang these things first time every time.

“There are hooks on them.”

“I know that idiot!” Yuki grumbled as he once more struggled to find the fabric loop that could attach to the nail in the wall.

“Masa are these alright?” Nari entered the room carrying a tray that was covered in cookies looking mildly worried. At least they were once more obvious cookies until he was left alone to decorate them and now it looked a little like a canon full of icing and sprinkles had taken over.

“They’ll be fine Lad not like anything you could do to them now will affect the flavour.” Masa chuckled and patted the younger man’s silver hair. At Masa’s words, Nari visibly seemed to brighten up and smile relieved to have been told he had done a good thing.

Finally attaching the decoration Yuki jumped down from the stool he had been standing on and joined the other two guys as they took in the now perfectly decorated home. It had taken all day and a fair amount of secretive planning to achieve this but they had all agreed it was one step closer to making the girl in their lives happier.

“I hope she likes it.” Nari spoke with an almost hushed whisper just as muffled footsteps could be heard by the front door. The handle turned and a hesitant head popped into view peeking around it as they entered.

“Hello?”

The lights were on when she eventually arrived at their place. Nari had said he was home today as the research centre was closed due to the weather but it was unusual for him to be aware enough of the growing darkness outside to remember to turn on the lights. Turning the ice-cold handle, she pushed it tentatively and looked inside. After calling out a greeting she became a little dumb stuck with the scene.

Shades of greens and reds covered the place in a garish seasonal display. Honestly, it was like walking right into a candy cane gingerbread house. Standing in the middle of the living room were the three guys she had been wanting to see and for the first time recently they were all standing so close it looked as if they were practically the same being.

“Welcome Home Kitten!” Masa cried out and came over to wrap her in a warm hug.

“I hope you didn’t have too much difficulty in coming home.” Nari went to move to join in with the embrace only to have Yuki snatch the forgotten tray from his hands at the last minute to prevent any possible disasters with the iced cookies.

“You finally made it then?”

“Sorry were you all waiting long?” Her voice was a little muffled as her face was being squished into a rather solid chest.

“Not long at all. Come on sit down there’s cookies and I’ll just go check on the mulled cider.” Masa practically shoved her into the sofa before bouncing out of the room to go to the kitchen.

“Cider?”

“He means apple juice. You know he can’t drink.” Yuki rolled his eyes and picked up a cookie from the tray that seemed to be one-quarter cookie three quarters tooth decay.

“I heard that!”

“You were meant to!”

The familiar friendly back and forth between the guys had her smiling and giggling. Ignoring the fact that Yuki had developed a slight redness to his cheeks after her outburst of joy she picked up a tree-shaped cookie and took a bite.

After settling in on the sofa with the hot drinks it felt as if the ice cold that had snuck into their bones without them noticing had finally decided to melt. Glancing around at the men before her she was reminded a little bit of her not so very innocent dreams and suppressed a shiver.

“So are you going to tell me why you did all this? I thought you were never home for the holidays and were always out at parties someplace else?”

“Not in the mood.” Yuki’s reply was so short it felt clipped as he took a sip from his cup.

“What?”

“What Yuki means Kitten is we decided to stay home this year. We all agreed we had a good reason to.”

“Reason?”

“You Princess.” Nari nodded in agreement with the other men.

“Me?”

“Would you prefer to be called a Parrot instead of a Wild Boar?”

“Of course I wouldn’t!” She knew Yuki meant well. He wasn’t exactly trying to get on her nerves but he did have a tendency to be a little to blunt and that sometimes rubbed her the wrong way. Pouting with an upset frown on her face she glared at the guy who in a slight panic placed his cup down on the coffee table and gracefully shifted to be closer to her side.

“Hey come on don’t pull that face I was only joking.” His large hands came up and drew her head to his shoulder as if he couldn’t bring himself to look at her face right now. Knowing Yuki this was probably partly true. In all the time she had known him he had never been able to handle when someone got a little emotional around him.Especially a female. “He’s right though we all decided to stay here this year and spend time with you.” His large weathered hand carded its way through her hair softly like he was stroking a small animal.

“I got plenty of food prepared it just needs heating up whenever you want it. We got the place decorated…” Masa began proudly, as he puffed out his chest slightly, listing off the things he had spent a long-time planning.

“I helped with the cookies!” Nari enthusiastically pointed to the plate on the table.

“Nari drowned the gingerbread.” Yuki muttered just low enough for her to hear him which resulted in a sudden burst of laughter falling into the nape of his neck. She felt his body tense and took a slight bit of satisfaction in knowing he was aware of her given how irritating he could be sometimes.

“And this is what you want?” She asked looking around the room.

“We want to see you happy Kitten.”

“He’s right, it's not much fun staring at someone looking mopey in the holidays. You should be grinning like an idiot.”

“Hey!” Swatting at Yuki’s arm she pulled back far enough to see everyone clearly. “Oh, that reminds me I got you guys some gifts.” Gathering up her bag from the floor she pulled out three wrapped parcels.

“Gifts…”

“Oh Hells!”

“I knew there was something else.”

All three men looked at the gifts in her hands their expressions morphing into looks of regret and remorse.

“What are you-?”

“Sorry Kitten we kinda forgot that bit.” Masa rubbed his neck sheepishly holding her gaze with his singular blue eye.

“You can keep your gifts if you like? No sense in us having them and you left without.” Yuki nodded making a little move to try to push her hand gently and get her to take them back.

“But that isn’t what it’s about. I don’t give them to get something in return. And you guys have already been so kind to me I just wanted to do something nice in return.” Stubbornly pushing on she placed each gift in the hands of the appropriate man.

“Still it does seem a little one-sided for the holidays.” Nari accepted knowing it to be bad manners to refuse otherwise. It was still clear he had his own misgivings about it all.

“I know Kitten.” Masa suddenly sounded a little brighter after being struck with a thought. “How about we give you what you want?”

“Excuse me!?”

“Yeah, whatever it is we’ll do it.” Yuki seemed very animated by the suggestion too as he quickly accepting the new plan.

“No request too big or too small we will be at your command Princess.” Nari declared beaming a smile that would not look out of place on a fairytale Prince.

This was all happening so fast and felt so surreal that it was difficult to tell if it was really happening. They were all willing to do whatever she said. Suddenly the dreams and reality overlapped and the rush of excitement that she had tried to suppress came in an overwhelming flood that began to consume her mind. Ribbons… bows… the glow of sweat-slicked skin bound in a design of her creation.

“And you won’t complain? You really will do whatever I say?” She subtly gave the inside of her arm a little pinch just to check this was really happening. The men nodded without hesitation. “This could be the best Christmas ever!”

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikémen sengoku #ikésen #secret santa #2019

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cchellacat · 6 years ago

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Working On It

Love All The Marvel Ships Challenge

Day 5 ~ Kissing

Exactly no one in the Tower was surprised at how well Darcy and Bucky Barnes bonded once he and Steve moved back to New York.

Darcy’s bubbly personality coupled with her insatiable drive to fix people had her stalking the former Winter Soldier within hours of him stepping foot in the Tower. She was dogged in her determination to welcome him.

Under her constant assault of charm, light flirting and encouragement to join the larger group for dinner and movie nights, Bucky slowly came out of his shell.

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The first time she kissed him was in the heat of the moment. She’d been running form Sam after he discovered she’d replaced all his coffee with de-caff. She’d burst into the gym, breathless and giggling wildly when she came across her new friend.

“Hide me, quick, or Sam is gonna string me up.”

Bucky had flicked his eyes towards the vault box and lifted the top, revealing the cavity within.

Darcy wasted no time in running over and trying to climb in, but being short had its disadvantages. Before she could complain Bucky had lifted her up, princess style before lowering her in with a wink and replacing the top.

A few minutes later Sam had come huffing into the gym.

“Barnes, you seen Lewis?”

“Not since yesterday, why? You need her for something?”

“Yeah, something.” Sam muttered angrily before leaving.

Darcy held back the cackle that was threatening to burst. The top lifted and Darcy spring up like a jack-in-the-box, flinging her arms around his neck in a victory hug.

“My hero!”

He pulled her out and placed her down again but before he let go of her she placed a smacking kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks, big guy, gotta go… don’t forget, Saturday at 7, dinner and a movie.”

She was gone before he could do more than lift a hand to where she had pressed her lips.

Bucky stares in consternation at the door, wondering what the hell just happened.

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Steve’s not stupid, he’s seen the change in his friend ever since Miss Darcy Lewis had steamrollered into their lives. The girl is hell on wheels and doesn’t seem to take no for an answer.

There had been the Welcome Back cupcakes with silver frosting and red star sprinkles, Steve had nearly choked when she’d thrust the plate into Bucky’s hands, fully expecting him to react badly, but instead he had frowned at the girls hand, a tiny crinkle appearing in the corner of his eyes as he took in the silver pained nails, her middle finger’s adorned with a bright red star on each. Steve wasn’t sure what it was that Bucky found funny about it, but he had.

Then there had been the Harry Potter movie marathon she’d insisted they sit through. She’d provided pop corn and chips and beer and had proceeded to talk the whole way through, her feet propped up in Bucky’s lap like they belonged there as she explained everything she felt was culturally relevant. She ignored Steve’s attempts to indicate that she was invading Bucky’s space and, when about an hour into the first movie Bucky had grabbed her ankles to keep her still he’d thought the worst. Instead Bucky had just pulled her closer until her calves were over his lap and he’d slung an arm round her to support her back. Darcy had just snuggled right in and continued her ramble while Steve gaped from the armchair.

It had taken a few months for it to sink in with Steve that Darcy treated Bucky the same was she did everyone, with irreverent respect, tongue in cheek humour and tactile affection. She was a hugger, she cooked for people, she always had a way of cheering everyone up, even on the worst days. Other than Pepper, Darcy was the only one allowed into Tony’s lab without a security override. Bruce positively beamed as she chattered to him over breakfast tea and even Natasha let the girl drag her off shopping or to the spa. He’d thought at first that the art supplies that kept showing up in his apartment were from Tony or Natasha, but no, Darcy Lewis had somehow figured out his favourite brands and needs and provided them without expectation of thanks.

Bucky seemed to get the full experience though, she brought him shopping and encouraged him to buy things that made him feel good. She brought a pile of books after Bucky had casually mentioned his love for science fiction. And every Saturday night she made him dinner and played the big band music Bucky had loved back in the 40’s.

That’s what he walks in on, the music’s blaring loud enough that neither of them hears him come in and he stands still and watches the couple before him. It’s like he’s suddenly back in those crowded dance halls in Brooklyn. It’s like seeing a ghost he’s thought long dead. Bucky is grinning at her as she laughs, spinning out on the floor and letting him swing her through the air with shrieks of delight.

He doesn’t stay, but backs out of the room slowly, feeling as though he’s seem something he shouldn’t have. Before he can close the door, the music stops and the two clutch each other breathlessly, Darcy leaning into him, Bucky’s hands on her waist. He watched as his friend presses his lips into her hair-line bestowing a kiss, and thanks her for the dance. The radiant smile she returns to Bucky hits Steve like lightening.

As Steve walks away he ponders exactly what it is he’s feeling, but honestly it’s a jumble of emotions that all lead back to one fact. Where Steve had failed to find his old friend inside the damaged shell of the winter soldier, Darcy Lewis had succeeded. She’d brought him back, slowly but surely. Instead of the jealousy and resentment he knows is itching in the back of his brain he focuses on the gratitude instead. He can see where it’s headed, this thing between them and he resolves then that he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure they get their chance at happiness. Bucky deserves nothing less from his friend. Steve will protect Darcy Lewis till the day he dies because he knows, if something happens to her, Bucky will retreat and allow the soldier back.

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The first time he does more than press a kiss into her hair, it’s not because anything monumental happens. It’s a day like any other, Darcy has handed out packets to all the Avengers with the briefings for the press conference later that day and she is rushing around the common kitchen making sure everyone has had breakfast as she tops up her coffee and fixes one for Bucky since he’s only just come in. When she brings him the coffee and places it on the table in front of him he turns his head and gives her cheek a quick peck in silent thanks, she squeezes his shoulder briefly before leaving, calling out to remind everyone they’re due in the lobby at four.

Darcy keeps her smile fixed firmly in place until she reaches the elevator and the door close and then she allows herself a moment to freak out a little. He’d just kissed her, right in front of everyone and yeah, okay, he’s been pressing tiny kisses into her hair for a month now when they danced or snuggled on the couch and she hadn’t taken it as anything other than brotherly, but that…. That was… well it was something else entirely. It had felt like a sleepy morning hello, the sort of kiss you gave your other half after months of living together, like a part of your daily routine that needed no explanation, but they were just friends, right? Except friends didn’t have lunch every day and spend evenings watching Netflix together while cuddling on the couch…. Christ on a cracker, has she been dating him and never even noticed? Did he think they were dating? Were they?

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Christmas was only a week away and the Tower was hung with holly and mistletoe, trees were festooned with ribbons and tinsel and Darcy was about ready to cry with the preparations for the Christmas Eve ball. All she wanted was to go home and sleep for a week. Instead she was stuck counting chairs, ordering the place cards for the dinner and finding a seating arrangement that wouldn’t lead to a political nightmare.

She was just about to leave the common room and head to her apartment when a voice stopped her.

“Darcy, I’ve been looking for you, Doll.”

“Hey Bucky, what’s up?”

She was standing in the hall just outside the kitchen when he caught up with her.

Before he said a word, he looked above her and raised an eye brow. She tilted her head and smirked. There was a bunch of mistletoe hanging right over where she stood.

They both unconsciously moved a little closer.

Unbidden, her thoughts all went right there. He was so close she could smell him, the intoxicating scent sandalwood and gun oil making her dizzy. Although they spent a frequent amount of time together and he had kissed her cheek a few weeks ago, she still hadn’t managed to figure out a way to make a move on him. Now, overhead was the perfect way to settle the question once and for all.

“Huh, I guess I’m just gonna be stuck here till someone kisses me.” Her teeth catch her lower lip and she looks up at him with big blue eyes, willing the universe to please, just please listen to her just this once.

Bucky thinks if he doesn’t make a move now, they’ll still be where they are this time next year.

“Could be a while, everyone’s out right now.” He drawls mischievously.

“Yes, they are.” The smile on her face widens as he draws closer. He’s got this look in his eyes, like he thinks she might back out, but that is so far from the truth as to be laughable.

Darcy hooks her fingers through his belt loops and tugs him even closer, till there’s hardly a space between them at all. He mirrors her earlier expression, that bottom lip of his held down by his teeth like he’s stopping himself form saying something particularly filthy and a thrill runs up her spine

Slender fingers walk a path up his chest, and he catches her waist in one hand, their bodies now pressed together hip to chest and Darcy feels the hitch in her breath at the warmth of him. His other hand runs through her hair, tugging the locks back from her face before his thumb traces a line down her neck.

There’s a moment in that silence between them, before they kiss that feels like the universe paused for just a second and it makes her head swim.

Pressing up on her toes, her belly fills with butterflies. His eyes darken and the hand on her moves smoothly around till it’s splayed against her back, keeping her steady.

At first, it’s just a light brush of lips, both of them figuring out how this will work. It grows stronger and deepens, heat rushes through her blood as she hooks her arms round his neck and sinks her fingers into his hair.

The little moan he makes draws a smile to her lips and he traces the seam of her mouth with his tongue, begging entrance. Now it’s her that moans, as he teases into her mouth, all hot and wet and tasting like coffee and cherries. Nothing could have prepared her for the sudden zing of fire rushing through her core, the insistent need that ached for far more than a simple kiss. He felt it too she knew, if the way he intensified the assault on her mouth was anything to go by. Then she was drowning in him, sparks dancing over her skin where he touched her, his hands seeming to be everywhere at once. For those blessed minutes the only thing that existed for her was him, the firmness of his chest, the soft sweetness of his lips and the strength of his arms holding her up. Lightheaded they finally broke away from each other, surety and excitement in every short breath.

“Do I need to hang mistletoe everywhere to get you to kiss me like that again?” She asks him with a grin.

The soft smile he gave her turned to full blown laughter and he picks her up, spinning her around as she yelps in surprise.

“Don’t need nothing except you, Doll.”

@captain-rogers-beard

#love all the marvel ships #love all the marvel ships challenge #darcy/bucky #wintershock #kissing

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thesilverdragoon · 5 years ago

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In Which A Letter Was Penned, And Ultimately Fed to Flames

"Whatcha wanna do? We should get some more meatballs, A LOT OF MEATBALLS-"

"Puffy, not now…"

"MEATBAAALLLLS-" The worm continued to shriek in about ten different pitches before settling down, if Ves could even remotely call it that.

He was exhausted. He looked it, felt it, everything.

Who knew selling weapons- or rather, being used as target practice for selling said weapons, could be so tiring?

Of course it was. At the very least it got him up and moving again (running, even) which was more than he had been doing in the last odd-something months.

He still hadn't been paid though. Part of him wondered when he would be. The other half told him to be patient. But with debts hanging over his head...that much was very difficult.

"Time for bed? Time for bed time for bed." Puffy repeated several times, only daring to pop out of Ves’ body entirely once they were sure his room had been secured.

The 'boss' (Ves didn't consider him as such even though he technically was) had paid for rooms for all of them in the city to stay in for the night. And they were relatively nice ones at that. He had the gil and more, after all.

Puffy squirmed around the small room, getting under furniture, or into it, or on it. Nothing was off limits. Not even the window. He pushed it open to look outside. "Lights!! Wow!! So pretty."

Ves ran a hand down his face as he came over to make sure he didn't fling himself out to the street below. "I suppose." There were always a lot of lights in Ul'dah, no matter the time of day. It was like the city never slept. For a moment the knight lingered there by the window shutters, looking out into the night along with the worm who quickly became bored of the view and jumped off to go investigate someplace else. "I've hardly spent any time here,"

"Spent more time in Lima Limmy Loma. Water town. Thingy. Hhhhhh…"

Ves' ear twitched as he looked over his shoulder. "Limsa Lominsa." He corrected.

"WHATEVER!!" Puffy hopped around at the foot of the bed, trying to climb up the side of the sheets. It wasn't working. "UP!! LEMME UP! AAAAA-"

"Stop screaming." Ves came over, stooping down to pick Puffy up and depositing him onto the bed after. "Don't get everything covered in slime. I'd hate to be the one who cleans up after that in particular."

"People do worse."

"Y...Yes but it's still- anyway don't make a mess!"

Puffy gurgled as he crawled under the blanket, popping out again to lay his mouth-head on the pillow. "SLEEP TIME IS NOW. COME."

The knight ignored him and sat at the small table that was near the window. There was a paper package he'd only noticed at that moment lying on the other chair. "I'll be along in a moment."

"NOW!!!"

Carefully he came over and picked up the parcel. Was it left here on accident? It felt light but not too light. It could bend like fabric… they had to be clothes. He undid the twine and removed the paper all together, revealing a brand new leather vest, several high quality long sleeve shirts and a pair of neatly folded black trousers. Sitting on top of it all was a card.

He took it and turned it over several times. The handwriting of the note inside was unfamiliar to him. But he heard the speaker's "voice" right away in his head.

Got you some new duds that aren't so dusty or stuffy looking. New boots are under the table. No need to thank me, consider them a gift for your first official day on the job.

-Lowrey

He hadn't even realized he had been holding his breath the entire time he spent reading the card. With a sharp exhale, the knight glanced towards the door, half expecting the gold-toothed miqo'te to spring forth. He did not.

So he looked under the table instead. There were the boots, as promised.

Ves furrowed his brows. Mostly in thought.

"GIFTS?" Puffy called out.

"I think so." He was confused. "I'm not sure why."

Puffy laid there, wriggling back and forth excitedly, "Cat man's funny. I LIKE HIM."

"I was afraid of that." Ves placed the card and clothes on top of the table.

He knew Lowrey's game all too well. The guy was looking to forget with massive amounts of debauchery.

Ves could have said he too had been looking to forget by preoccupying himself with all sorts of things… but not in the same way.

No doubt the cat would be asking what he thought about all this. If he liked it. Frankly? He had no idea. It was a nice gesture he appreciated, but it didn't go any farther than that.

Not usually anyway.

Admittingly, the knight did sometimes wondered what it'd be like. To not care about anything except the moment at hand.

It SEEMED fun...sometimes…

Ves shook his head. No, none of that now, he thought to himself.

Puffy didn't answer, so he assumed he was finally alone in his own head. What a relief.

Rather than coming to bed, he got up and went for his satchels, digging around until he found a piece of blank parchment and a writing tool. Mei called them ‘ball-point pens’, and they were much more useful than quills.

Puffy somehow drifted off to sleep by the time he returned to the table, where he sat down and began to write.

Not a letter to Lowrey.

Nor to anyone else who could possibly receive it.

He didn't know why. He didn't question it. He only knew that he wanted to, in the moment.

And so he did.

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My dearest,

I find myself in Ul'dah this night, and likely for several more after that. I have been to the three major cities of the south a fair amount of times now, but I fear they will be settings I might never become acclimated to.

Almost regrettably, I miss the chill of the north sometimes. The mountains and their rolling green hills when the summers were still warm and sunny, the bitter frost of winter and all of its harsh storms. The weather here is far more mild and manageable, allowing people to thrive much more than they would in Coerthas it seems.

Recently I have taken up work with a rather peculiar fellow. He hails from Doma in the Far East yet his given name does not reflect so. I've reason to believe it may not be his real name at all. Considering the questionable business practices he keeps his hands in, he is quite...well… truly there is no other way to put this: He is an odd one. And his associates even moreso. How they've managed to become as relatively well-established in terms of monetary gains is a mystery. Or maybe not. I am unsure if I am interested in knowing any further details.

In the meantime I've been put to work in selling weapons for him, of which I am learning is no easy feat when the locals are extremely skeptical. How can I blame them? With the war against Garlemald in full swing in the recently reclaimed Ala Mhigo, anyone would be wary of a merchant's workers who came touting the promise of supplying protection via the very weapons their, or rather OUR, enemies use against us.

I too found myself quite suspicious of such notions… though, so far I have found no sinister motives buried far beneath the current task at hand. I pray it stays as such, at least until I have received payment for my work.

Puffy has been well behaved during my time here, which has also been a pleasant surprise. There will be the occasional noise or interruption as is custom with him, but thus far? It has not been anything I couldn't manage or keep hidden away. I also pray this factor remains unchanged for the remainder of my time in Ul'dah, or any of the other cities we visit in the near future.

Tonight a parcel of new clothing has been left for me by one of my associates. I am painfully aware of the ulterior motive behind its delivery, or some of it at the very least. I feel almost guilty for it, though I am aware that this could possibly be the reaction its sender was seeking or hoping for in the first place.

I would like to show gratitude properly, but I fear it may be misconstrued as something else. Even saying so leads me to feel very…

It’s almost cruelly ironic in a way. But I will get into that another day.

I have been thinking about many things these past several months. About all that's happened, about all that could be, here and there, though imagining such things tends to be quite frightening.

My current situation leaves me in debt with many different people, and I have known that I��ve become a burden upon them for quite some time now. It is not a feeling I harbor proudly in the slightest. I think I understand now why elders were often so adamant about living with their children, or with other family. As I grow older, I find I enjoy the company and the security, while, and I am ashamed to admit this, contributing so very little. It simply is not held to me at the same level anymore as it would be to a young man.

But seeing as I am not staying with family, as, I have none to speak of now, I feel the pressure of the arguably immense burden I have indeed become. I do not know how to address it, or if I even should do so verbally. I pray my actions and repayment of the debts I owe will hopefully be enough. Though, that does not account for all I have said, or all I have done. I don’t have the slightest inkling on how to fix that. Or if any of it can be repaired at all.

And should I need to set out on my own once more? I am able to, for some years yet, thankfully. However, living outside with no home and no one to go to is not exactly how I pictured my twilight years would be. I hope they will not turn out that way in the end.

Despite all of the worry, I have not stopped thinking about you all together. I do not think I could ever. The idea of you is ever present in the back of my mind, so much so, I feel you are still tangible. So much that I could slip this letter into the mail, and somehow it would find its way to your hands.

Perhaps it could. I've not tried once, in all honesty. Perhaps one of these days I will make an attempt.

I wonder what we would be doing now, especially with Ishgard's joining of the Eorzean Alliance? Mayhaps we would be touring the cities and various towns along the way. I imagine you would, at the very least, take an interest in the different styles of music I've heard play in the taverns by night. Or, if not that, sampling the plethora of eateries I have either seen from afar or have had the fortune to dine in, no matter how small.

Or maybe you would have become a traveling musician, and your music would have spread farther than it ever had before within the walls of the city.

The south has so much to offer. One day I'll have explored it all, to the point where I know it as well as the mountains in Dravania and beyond.

I only wish you were here to experience it all alongside me.

But, somber wishes aside... I must be off to bed. The day begins early, and I will do myself no favors staying awake as late as I have been these past few nights. Sleep will indeed be all the sweeter as it always is, as you are there waiting for me in dreams with open arms where I have only ever done anything right in that world.

This letter will meet with the fire come morning. I will hope that you somehow receive it like all the others throughout the years. If not, then at least I will have plenty to tell you myself.

For now, I bid you goodnight and sleep well, my dearest. I will be home in time. And then… and only then, will these endless and dark nights give way to a never-ending dawn.

With much love, Vesevont

#scene cut to ves guzzling down more sad bitch juice #it was like 2am sue me #the man is a fucking husk in more ways than one #dovah writing

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zombubble · 6 years ago

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@themis-76

On the one hand, Yuuri knows full well that he’s drunk.

On the other, Yuuri’s good at lying when he’s drunk, which is what he’s going to do for the entirety of this godforsaken party if he’s asked any sort of personal question. He saunters across the room-- which in reality is more him just swaggering as best he can as he tries to keep his balance-- and grabs another beer, cracking the can and draining half of it.

Honestly, fuck school. Fuck final exams, fuck tests in general, fuck everything. It’s not Yuuri’s fault he couldn’t stay focused. No, he’d studied the material, he’d done his homework and made flash cards and set reminders and the whole shebang, but he hadn’t accounted for real life. He hadn’t accounted for his aging dog, and now his GPA is paying the price.

The rest of the beer is drained and Yuuri grabs another, chugging that one too. Normally he comes to these sorts of parties to get out of the house and talk to people who aren’t his figure skating competitors, the press, or his roommate but fuck that. Today, he’s here for the free booze and the surprisingly good homemade french fries, and that’s it. No friends, no titillating conversation, no one-night stands in an upstairs bedroom. No anything.

Setting down the empty can he grabs a third and tries to forget that if he counts previous drinks it’s somewhere near his tenth, draining half of it before pouring the rest into a red solo cup. He grabs yet another beer and pours that one in too, and combined with the rest it almost fills the flimsy plastic cup to the brim. Taking a sip, he turns back to the party. People are dancing in the living room, clustered near the mediocre sound system. In the kitchen, someone’s doing a keg stand and that’s really not something Yuuri needs to get involved with. Not today, at least.

When Phichit beckons, though, he’s sorely tempted.

Very sorely tempted.

Throwing caution to the wind, Yuuri walks over and hands his plastic cup off to a hockey player he’s talked to a few times at parties like this before grabbing the handles and letting himself be lifted vertically. One person makes a comment about the muscle he has on him, another mentions that he’s Japan’s top figure skater, but the only person that matters is the third, who’s putting the tap in Yuuri’s mouth and getting things going.

Staggering away from the keg, Yuuri takes his cup and lets out a burp behind one hand, before wandering through the living room. He has no desire to dance, his ballet training useless for... whatever it is everyone is doing, so he walks through the crowd and out the sliding glass doors into the back yard. The crisp winter air hits him in a rush, and while he’s too drunk for it to sober him up entirely, it adds some clarity to the fuzz in his mind.

Not much, though, and he grabs a can of beer from the cooler before walking over to the pool and taking off his shoes and socks. Rolling up his pant legs, he puts his feet in the heated water, sighing happily. It’s not as good as the onsen back home, and homesickness tears through him and brings tears to his eyes as he chokes back a sob. He misses his family. He misses his dog. He hates that he fucked up at Sochi and he hates that he fucked up his exam and he hates America and being here and as he’s scrubbing at his face, he hears soft footsteps approaching.

“Everything okay?”

Dread coalesces in his stomach. The softness of the voice, the Russian accent... he can recognize his Russian TA’s voice anywhere given the amount of time he’s spent listening to the man speak and the last thing he wants is for the person who’d graded his failure of a midterm to see him drunk and crying at a frat party.

“No, everything fucking sucks right now,” he mutters. His eyes widen and his heart starts racing. He’s more drunk than he’d realized if he’s at the point of brutal honesty, and he takes a sip of his beer, staring intently at the water in front of him. There’s the sound of shuffling, and Viktor sits next to him with his jeans rolled up as well, dipping his feet in the warmth of the pool.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Viktor asks.

“No,” Yuuri mutters.

Viktor sighs. “Fair enough. I just figured... Your exam wasn’t quite at the level I expected and I was worried.” There’s a hesitation in his voice that Yuuri can’t quite pick out, but he’s too drunk to care so he takes another sip from the red plastic cup.

“I’ll make it up somehow.” Sighing, Yuuri kicks his feet in the water. “Did the Professor ask you to check up on me?”

“No, I was concerned on my own.”

Yuuri would never have guessed Viktor was the type to be open like this. The man’s an expert at keeping people at arm’s length while still being friendly enough that a good two-thirds of the class called him a friend, but with circumstances being what they are Yuuri’s not going to fault him for some (unnecessary) concern for a student.

“I’ll be fine after I drink myself stupid and manage to forget everything.” Wincing, Yuuri turns his face away, looks intently at the wooden fence surrounding the property. He’d only intended to say he was fine, but for some reason he’d felt the need to keep going, rubbing it in Viktor’s face just how badly he’s doing.

“I’m sure you will,” Viktor says, chuckling. “I... I watched the competition you said you were going to. The Grand Prix.”

“Oh, god, you saw that?” With one eyebrow raised, Yuuri looks at him. “Do you watch my competitions a lot?”

“Every one of them,” Viktor replies before looking away.

Is he a fan of some sort?

“How long have you been watching figure skating?” Yuuri asks.

“Since March of last year.”

That was about when Yuuri’d had to ask for his first assignment extension. Last semester hadn’t been as hard as this last one, but with Worlds Yuuri’d had to ask for an extension for an assignment. Explaining to his teacher and the TA that he was Japan’s top figure skater had taken a bit of convincing before he’d told them to google him, but once the professor had seen his skater profile on the Japanese Federation page he’d changed his tune and allowed him to turn in the assignment a week late.

It would stand to reason that Viktor had watched some of his routines but... why? And why is he being so obvious about only watching once he knew Yuuri skated? He frowns, looking back at Viktor and holy shit, Viktor’s beautiful. This isn’t anything Yuuri was unaware of, Viktor teaches enough that he’s had ample time to stare at him, but there’s just something about the openness of Viktor’s expression, the way his ocean-blue eyes flit back and forth as he looks at Yuuri that leaves Yuuri breathless. Clearing his throat, Viktor pops open a can of beer and takes a gulp.

“Whatever it was that happened,” he says, “if you need to talk...”

No. No. Yuuri’s not going to sit here and blather away about his dog and his skating and his grades. He’s going to tell Viktor he’s fine, convince him somehow that messing up in school and at the competition were some sort of coincidental fluke, and then he’s going to get drunk and make Phichit carry him back to their apartment.

“I’ll get over it,” he mutters.

“Get over what?”

Yuuri takes a deep breath. Get over his failures, get over the way he messed up, get over whatever quirk of his brain won’t let him just get past things. Viktor doesn’t need to know about any of this, so Yuuri steels himself and looks at his TA. “Get over the fact I never got a chance to say goodbye to my dog.”

No. What the fuck was he thinking, blurting his issues out like that?! He looks down at his beer, swaying gently.

“Your dog died?” Viktor asks. “I didn’t know you had a dog.”

“He lived with my parents, in Japan.” Yuuri mutters. “He got ill. Didn’t make it. I found out the day before I skated the free program.”

“No wonder. If you need to re-take the exam sometime I’m sure I could work something out with Nikolas.”

“Don’t bother, it won’t do any good.”

“I just don’t want--”

“Why is it you care?” Yuuri asks, on the verge of tears for some reason. “Why? You barely even know me!”

“I love you,” Viktor whispers before clapping his hands over his mouth. He mutters something in Russian, harsh and too fast for Yuuri to catch, before looking to the side. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-- I don’t know why I said that.”

Yuuri frowns. “Are you fucking with me?”

“What? No!”

“You have to know, somehow.”

Viktor looks at him. “Know what?”

Frustrated, Yuuri looks at his hands. “That I have... that I’m... that I feel the same,” he finishes.

“Well, of course,” Viktor says.

“What?”

“After... do you not remember? The social we had, for Russian, when the whole Russian department got together to hang out...”

“In all honesty,” Yuuri says, “I was kind of drunk after the fifth round of toasts.”

“I know, but... we danced, and you asked me to come to the hot springs your parents have and you said I should watch you compete sometime,” Viktor whispers. Clearing his throat, he leans back and looks at the stars. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I made this about me, I just wanted to check in on you and see how you were doing.”

“You didn’t make it about you, you just answered--” Eyes wide, Yuuri looks at him. “You just answered my questions honestly,” he whispers.

Viktor frowns before his eyes widen and he meets Yuuri’s. “Lie to me,” he says. “Where was your last competition?”

As hard as he tries, Yuuri can’t tell anything but the truth. “Sochi, Russia,” he whispers. “What’s your dog’s name?”

After some straining, Viktor blurts, “Makkachin.”

The implications of what they’ve just discovered weigh heavily on Yuuri’s shoulders while somehow being uplifting. Everyone knows, from the time they’re young, that you can’t lie to your soulmate. With some cleverness, you can weave the truth in such a way that it gives the impression of a lie, but as far as blatant statements like these...

There’s no doubt in either of their minds that this is meant to be, that the honesty with which they’ve bared themselves is that which indicates a deeper bond. It’s not always people find their soulmates. It’s not even that common, but somehow Yuuri’s found his and it’s the Russian TA he’s been crushing on for going on a year now. Blushing, Viktor looks down before turning to Yuuri.

“Well, then.”

“Well, then.” Draining the last of his beer, Yuuri looks at the empty cup. Honestly, he doesn’t know what to do at this point. Asking for a date seems too... much, but at the same time they both care about the other and both want this so he could probably get away with it, but then there’s ethics and he really doesn’t know how that would play out. Luckily, Viktor leans closer.

“I could help you study for the final,” he says softly. “We could go over the test, discuss what you messed up on, and I could help you study.”

“I don’t need an unfair advantage.”

“It wouldn’t be,” Viktor murmurs. “I’d be using the study guide Nikolas made, I wouldn’t give you the answers. I don’t even know what he’s putting on the test, yet, and I wouldn’t cover with you stuff that I wouldn’t cover with others.”

Yuuri looks at him. “You’re sure?”

Viktor nods. “We could... meet at a cafe. Have food. Study. You know. Stuff.”

“Stuff.”

Viktor nods again. “Stuff. Help take your mind off things.”

It sounds nice. It’s the human connection Yuuri’s been craving without the risk of a hangover the next morning (and he can already feel the edges of a headache) and he’ll be able to feel like he’s at least doing something to keep his life from unraveling at the seams.

“I’d like that,” he says softly.

Looking at him, Viktor smiles. “So would I.”

#zombubble writes #prompts #things i tell people #my fic #alcohol cw #soulmate au #i almost typed soupmate #which is a different story #in which one is forced to share a bowl of soup #no i dont know what i'm doing why do you ask

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k9cat · 7 years ago

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Cold, a Destined Love story

Hello all!! Here is a story.

Words: 1251

Summery: Virgil was always so freakin’ cold. And he hated it. Luckily he found a way to not be cold.

A platonic/romantic (up to interpretation) polamsanders human au, collage/university au fluff fanfic.

warning for mention of an anxiety attack, nothing major though.

imma tag @prplzorua @parsnipit and @sanders-sides-fic-archive ‘cause why not, if you want to be tagged in future writing, let me know!

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Cold, a Destined Love story

Virgil was always so freakin’ cold. And he hated it.

That was why he always wore so many layers, even if it really was warm out. He’d still have his bunny hug on. People always asked if he was too warm with the heat or how was it possible that he could wear clothes like that in this weather.

He’d shrug and say he felt cold. His fingers were always like ice, and he really didn’t like it.

The first time he felt warm, was when a guy spilt coffee on him after accidentally running into each other, and it wasn’t from the hot drink. It was a summer afternoon, and he just wanted something warm to drink. It was terribly cliché. The charming man had apologised, and since they had both already finished classes for the day, Roman, when he found out his name, had apologised again with fresh coffee, a very nice afternoon talk, and a phone number scribbled on his palm.

It was not till after they had to leave the shop and go their separate ways, that he noticed he had taken his sweater off, which the coffee had spilt on. Leaving him in his purple long sleeve, which he noticed he was once again shivering despite the warm evening. He quickly made his way home, thoughts warming him, dusting his cheeks with pink and having him memorize the number with ease along with the bright smile and twinkling eyes.

The warm summer months drew to an end all too quickly, along with the late-night giggles in the starlight with Roman, sweeping dried leaves off tired trees and putting a crisp chill in the autumn’s morning air. Virgil couldn’t be happy enough that he stayed by his side as the seasons changed, and when the fall term grew looming, separating them with busy classes and commitments and work. He wrapped his hoodie around him close again when Roman wasn’t at his side to warm him.

A partner project popped up in his social science class. The prof paired them off by student numbers. His name was Logan, a quiet kid, but all to smart behind his glasses and shy look. And in the drafty library that would have had him in goosebumps surrounded by books and half scribbled papers, he found himself warm. The learning and gentle smiles insulating them from the looming dead line and snow that fell gently outside the window. Virgil relished the hours they spent together during the day, when he wasn’t cold, when he learned the smiles, and the cute way he fumbled with his glasses.

Roman surprised him, them, one day. A tray of coffee for three, sugars and creams on the side and they all had to stifle their giggles least they all be kicked out for being too loud. Logan was initially confused but the smile that Roman gave, the one that melted ice from his fingers, seemed to thaw a spot in Logan also. The term, and bitter winter that dragged all through more snow than wanted, wasn’t as bad with two sets of hands to keep each other warm.

And just like his pink dusted cheeks and fingers that weren’t always so cold, the winter melted into spring, each day the sun shone longer and the grass grew greener, and flowers peaked out of the dirt, warmed by the sun like Virgil was by Logan and Roman.

It was the last week, and finals were looming over everyone’s heads, and pulled the three to their own separate studies, bringing back the chill that was missing right to the bone. He was one never good under pressure, and he couldn’t bring himself to even text Roman or Logan, his hands were shaking to much, when he found himself in a stairwell, breathing way to quick, way to shallow, shivering like he was going to freeze to death. But there was something, a soothing voice, knowing the right words, and a warmth that he desperately wanted. When it felt like his lungs wouldn’t explode anymore, and the tears were dried and wiped away, it was very much a kind heart that had helped him.

He, Patton, he learned, had even insisted helping him back to his dorm, and as much as he wanted to refuse, he held a warmth that held back all the fright and scare that was waiting to jump on him. A bubble, a cocoon of safety and warmth that was complete when he opened his door and Logan and Roman were there waiting with mugs of hot chocolate and a blanket. He insisted Patton stay, a cup of warm thanks handed to him. He stayed, and they talked, figured out what happened, which lead to discussion on classes, and the bubbly laughter that Patton held and gave freely infected the room, a bright warmth that wasn’t there before settled comfortably. Laughter, puns, and smiles had them all forgetting the time till it was late and stars peeked out from behind clouds.

It wasn’t a great night to stay up late, but it wasn’t a bad one too. A moment where they all hung in time, where the fairy lights twinkled strung upon the wall were the stars inside to match the ones outside and the time in the clock was ignored as much as a piece of art like the band posters tacked to the walls. A strange mix between dark and cold and light and warmth, when it was met with four people spread out on the all too small bed made for one.

He was drifting in between dreams and awareness, tucked in under blankets and warmth when he heard promises whispered to each other, to make sure too meet again, don’t get caught sneaking out, a phone number said between yawns, and a light kiss to his brow that ensured his dreams were good ones.

It was once again summer, and he was still wearing his sweater, more of a security blanket then to keep actual warmth anymore. A tank top from one of the bands that had recently toured through the city was underneath, gifted to him from the three that kept him warm, that he had to almost drag to the concert in the first place. Just the right amount of warmth, right amount of chill, perfect for the afternoon in the park, listening to birds sing in the trees, watching them go by. Just loving the company.

“What’cha thinking about Virgil?” Patton asked, head tilted away from the sky and cloud shapes he had been looking at.

“Mm, nothing much, just that I’m not cold.” He ran his fingers through Romans hair, his head resting in his lap, the charming man napping. Rehearsals for his stage play were long and tiring, and a day off like this he was sure to catch up on sleep, even if that meant in a park.

“I don’t see how you would be cold, it’s a warm 27 degrees and you have a sweater on. I would be worried of heat stroke for you if I didn’t know better.” Logan said, looking up from his book, sitting beside him under the tree.

He shrugged. “Hey, when prince charming here wakes up, do you guys want to go get coffee?”

They laughed lightly, but nodded yes, the rest of them would be getting iced coffee, or something equally chilly, and maybe, Virgil would too, he was feeling quite warm.

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algarinayush92 · 4 years ago

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Tripping Over the Blue Line (15/45)

It’s a transition. That’s what Emma’s calling it. She’s transitioning from one team to another, from one coast to another and she’s definitely not worried. Nope. She’s fine. Really. She’s promised Mary Margaret ten times already. So she got fired. Whatever. She’s fine, ready to settle into life with the New York Rangers. She’s got a job to do. And she doesn’t care about Killian Jones, captain of the New York Rangers. At all.

He’s done. One more season and he’s a free agent and he’s out. It’s win or nothing for Killian. He’s going to win a Stanley Cup and then he’s going to stop being the face of the franchise and he’s going to go play for some other garbage team where his name won’t be used as puns in New York Post headlines. That’s the plan. And Emma Swan, director of New York Rangers community relations isn’t going to change that. At all.

They are both horrible liars.

Rating: Mature Content Warnings: Swearing, eventual hockey-type violence AN: Once upon a time Colin coached a charity hockey game and video came out and my mind was, like, write the thing and it spawned this entire story, so Emma’s charity hockey game is super important. Also, this chapter begins my complete takedown of The New York Post all story. As always @laurnorder, @distant-rose & @beautiful-swan are the gifts that keep on giving. Hanging out on Ao3, FF.net & tag’ed up on Tumblr

“What’s the matter with you?”

Emma didn’t even bother turning her head – just glancing at Ruby out of the corner of her eye as she shifted the pile of papers in her hand. Again. She must have moved them half a dozen times now, certain if she moved them the right way she’d be able to get rid of the knot of anxiety that had taken up root in the pit of her stomach over the last three days.

Three days.

She’d walked out of his apartment three days ago and they’d talked three days ago and she was, still, an absolute mess. Even three days later.

It was because Mary Margaret had texted her, because she’d woken up on Saturday morning and Emma hadn’t been on the couch and she already knew before, had stared at her suspiciously in the suite during the game and it felt like it was all crashing down at once.

And Emma might have been the worst – the worst – because she’d gotten the text message and the frantic phone call and David had the entire goddamn NYPD out looking for her and she did what she did best.

She ran.

She ran and she tried not to think about the look on Killian’s face when she did, something a bit worse than surprise and more jarring than disappointment. She couldn’t quite get that look out of her mind.

Even three days later.

Ruby was the only one brave enough to ask about it. Mary Margaret just looked at her like some sad, broken thing. David grumbled a bit, but he bought her new Pop Tarts anyway – and that might have almost made Emma bite her lip when she opened the cabinet that morning. That was just pitiful.

God. She’d told him Neal’s name. And Walsh. Well, not Walsh’s name. But she’d told him about Walsh and Los Angeles and what she thought when she looked at Mary Margaret and David. And he’d listened and he’d told her about Milah and he’d said...he’d looked at her like…

She didn’t know.

There wasn’t a word for it – or there wasn’t a word Emma was willing to acknowledge while sitting in a chair next to Ruby in Zelena’s office with a pile of papers in her hands and half a plan she’d come up with in Killian’s bed.

Five weeks. It had been five weeks. Five weeks and three days and maybe...maybe she was insane. Maybe he was insane.

You don’t just get to tell people things like that, you don’t just sit in bed with an absurd amount of decorative pillows and share absurdly personal information about foster families and lost loves and injuries that define your career as much as closing in on the top-five in points for the franchise.

He was the goddamn face of the franchise.

And he, apparently, hadn’t gotten the memo because Killian had talked and told and then held her like she was something important and maybe not quite completely broken.

She absolutely was.

No wonder he hadn’t texted. Or called. Or done anything except get a negative-two rating on the ice the night before and Arthur had screamed when he actually cross-checked a Hurricanes player into the bench.

Emma tried not to overanalyze that and it had worked about as well as trying to forget the way he looked at her when she walked out of his apartment. Fuck, she still had his clothes. What was she going to do with a Winter Classic t-shirt from seven seasons ago?

“Em,” Ruby continued, leaning over the arm of the chair to smack his shoulder. “Are you even listening to me right now?” “Jeez,” Emma mumbled, shifting the pile of papers again so she could rub her shoulder. “What were you a boxer in another life? Relax.” “That didn’t answer my question.” “What was the question?” Ruby sighed, staring at Emma with something that almost resembled disdain or maybe just a very particular form of frustration, and she rolled her eyes when Emma tapped her fingers on the papers again.

“What’s going on with you?” “That’s not what you asked before.” “Ah! So you were listening.” “And ignoring.”

“Well that’s just rude.”

Emma flashed Ruby a smile – possibly the first time she’d smiled in three days and that might have been the most melodramatic thing she’d ever thought in her entire life.

Ruby didn’t smile back.

She didn’t glare either or do that wolf-like thing that made the hairs on the back of Emma’s neck stand up, certain Ruby could read her mind. She just stared at Emma and waited.

And then she groaned when Emma didn’t say anything.

Zelena walked into the office – heels sounding loudly on the carpet and Emma tried to refocus her energy on the conversation in front of her, the one about a charity hockey game and Garden of Dreams and anything that wasn’t Killian Jones.

Or Ruby’s continued stare. She kept staring at her.

“Alright,” Zelena said brusquely, sitting down on the edge of the chair behind her desk. “I’ve got,” she glanced down at the phone in her hand, “six minutes. Go.” “Jeez Z, relax,” Ruby muttered, earning her own glare for the comment. Emma tried not to smile at that. She was, apparently, feeling just a bit vindictive as well.

“What’s this great, big idea you’ve got then, Emma? You’ve got five and a half minutes now, by the way.” “Alright,” Emma said, shifting the papers again. “I want to organize a game.” “A game?” “A charity game. For GD.” Zelena stared at her, head tilted slightly to the side as she drummed her fingers across the top of her desk. She twisted her lips, glancing down at the pile of papers when Emma all but dropped them in front of her.

“What’s this?” Zelena asked.

“My plan.” “When did you even have the time to come up with this?”

Emma shrugged noncommittally, far too aware of Ruby’s eyes practically boring a hole into the side of her head. She’d come up with the first half of the idea in bed, with a very unclothed Killian Jones next to her, but she’d actually written it all out and researched and made graphs – God, there were graphs – while doing her best to ignore every single other feeling she could possibly feel over the last three days.

It hadn’t really worked.

“I want to do this,” Emma said, far too aware that she hadn’t actually answered the question. “I think we can make this something really big.” “When?” Zelena continued.

She’d pulled the pile of papers and the graphs towards her, flipping through the twenty-odd pages in front of her, humming when she got to potential dates and cost possibilities and there was a Saturday in March that, somehow, appeared to be free on the Garden schedule.

“March,” Emma answered. “Early March. Have it after Casino Night so that you can actually auction off things for the game. Get the season-tickets to spend some more money and you can have some meet and greets and maybe even a few on-ice moments.” “You’d probably need insurance for that,” Zelena mused, but one side of her mouth had pulled up and she might have been smiling.

It was kind of difficult to tell.

“Not for the players,” Ruby said rationally. “I bet Gina would be all over that for her guys. It’s a fantastic negotiating tool.” “And Jones is an FA.” Ruby nodded, eyes darting between Zelena and Emma with a – very obvious – smile on her face. “Ok,” Zelena continued, staring intently at Emma. “I like the tie in with Casino Night.” “The season-tickets would be all over it,” Emma said, voice picking up the same way it had when she’d explained the idea to Killian. She tried not to think about that. And that didn’t really work either. “Make them pay to get into the game. Make them pay to meet some players. Make them pay to order food at the game. You could probably even get game-day merch.”

“You’re really intent on getting season-tickets to pay for things aren’t you?” Zelena asked, the threat of laughter inching into the question.

“They’ve got some money,” Emma shrugged.

“That’s true.” “Mix in some celebrities too. Bobby Flay, Justin Tuck, make Matt Harvey sign something.” “You don’t want to try and get Matt Harvey on skates too?” “Spring training.” “Ah, of course,” Zelena said, not even trying to stop herself from laughing that time. “Bobby Flay?” “He loves the Rangers.”

“What about the players?”

“What about them?” “Well you’ve thought of everything else,” Zelena shrugged. “What do you want to do with the players? Ruby’s right, Gina would probably love to get her guys out there. Push some sort of community-first narrative. Jones especially. If you’re going to bring GD kids into this, we’ll have to get him out there anyway.” “I was thinking some of them could play, but Killian said…”

Emma cut herself off, eyes going wide when she realized what she’d almost said and Ruby sat up just a bit straighter in the seat next to her.

Zelena didn’t seem particularly impressed with it, however, staring at Emma as she waited for her to continue.

“What about Jones?” she asked. “He said he’d coach. Or consider it.” “Consider it?” “Yeah.” Zelena hummed in agreement, the ends of her mouth tugging down as she considered Killian’s consideration and that wasn’t really fair.

He’d agreed. Already. As soon as Emma almost asked it. Had she actually asked him? She couldn’t really remember.

All she could remember was the look on his face when she’d walked out of the apartment.

“That’s one coach,” Zelena continued and Ruby hadn’t blinked during this entire conversation. Emma was almost nervous about the status of her eyes. “What about the other side?” “Phillip the Rookie?” “Phillip the Rookie?”

“Face of the franchise against the up-and-comer and he’s, like, Killian’s biggest fan. We could market that like crazy.” Emma leaned forward, tapping her finger on the pile of papers half spread across Zelena’s desk. “That’s on page six.” “Game-day merch?” Zelena repeated, catching Emma off guard. She hadn’t expected to move backwards in the conversation.

“Put Phillip the Rookie and Killian on the same t-shirt and half the fandom will buy it solely based on their faces,” Ruby said easily. Her eyes narrowed when she noticed Emma’s shoulders shift, the slight way she pressed up against the back of the chair.

This conversation had lasted more than its five and a half allotted minutes.

“That’s a good point,” Zelena murmured, glancing back down at page six. “We’d have to bring some kids in too. And speaking of which, did you sneak a GD kid into the opener last week? Security was losing its collective mind about it.” Emma rolled her eyes, crossing her arms tightly over her chest and she was actually surprised this was the first time anybody had mentioned it.

Henry had texted her two days after that first practice with Killian and the team, updates on the house and the kid that had gotten adopted. And she hadn’t quite been prepared to be some eleven-year-old’s emotional rock or whatever, but she’d seemed to settle into the role easier than she expected.

She asked if he wanted to come to the opener the day before – just a few hours removed from that particular moment in the alley behind the restaurant – and he’d actually called to answer, screaming into the phone and making Emma wonder if her eardrums would ever actually recover.

“I didn’t sneak him in,” Emma said. “He came in through the gates like everyone else.” “But he’s a GD kid, right?” Zelena pressed, confusion pulling her eyebrows down low. “He came to practice?” “Yeah before Pittsburgh. He’s a huge Rangers fan.”

“He’s a huge Jones fan,” Ruby added, glancing meaningfully at Emma.

“Ah, well, aren’t we all?” Zelena mumbled. Emma rolled her eyes again, doing her best to actually take a deep breath.

“He’ll go nuts for something like this,” she said. “A ton of kids would. Tell Aurora to get whatever forms she has to and maybe we could even get a few of them out on the ice again.”

“The Tarrytown event did go really well.” “Exactly.” “Early March?” Zelena repeated.

Emma nodded. “Before a playoff push.” “Awfully optimistic of you.” “This is the year or something. Whatever the guys say. What’s the PR-appropriate response in this situation, Rubes?” “We think we have a really strong roster and we’re confident in what we’ll be able to do on the ice this season,” Ruby answered immediately.

“As long as Jones stops acting like an idiot against the boards,” Zelena muttered. “He was a disaster last night. I actually thought Arthur was going to hit him with his own stick.” “Who knows what happened once they got back in the locker room,” Ruby laughed, glancing at Emma like it was the funniest joke in the entire world.

Emma didn’t move. She wasn’t convinced she was breathing much anymore and her phone hadn’t buzzed in three days.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine tonight,” Zelena said. “New Jersey’s a joke this season.” “That’s not the PR-appropriate answer.” “Don’t sell me out to the Post then.” “Deal.” They laughed again and Emma still couldn't seem to get enough oxygen into her lungs, tongue tracing over her teeth as she tugged on the end of her hair. Ruby stared at her questioningly, but Zelena was quicker, shifting in her chair and moving the papers back into a small pile before handing them back to Emma.

“This is good,” she said. “Really good.” “Told you you’d be good at this,” Ruby muttered and Emma made a face. She didn’t need a cheerleader. She needed budget support.

And a distraction.

“So?” Emma asked. “Game on or whatever sports cliché you want to use?” Zelena smiled again as she stood up, heels somehow managing to click on the carpet as she walked back towards her office door. “Yeah, Emma, game on. I want a complete budget breakdown before they’re back here for the homestand later this week. Then we’ll talk to Jones and Phillip the Rookie and get Aurora’s opinion on whatever sort of insurance we have to get to make sure the GD kids get out on the ice.” “Yeah, sure.” Zelena was gone half a breath later, out the door and down the hallway and the sound of her ringing phone was barely audible when Emma stood back up, pointedly ignoring Ruby again. Her own phone still hadn’t made a single noise.

It took Ruby all of five seconds to catch up with her once Emma made it into the hallway, nearly tripping over her own feet and dropping her entire plan on the floor when she felt fingers around her wrist, pulling her up short.

“Jeez, Ruby,” Emma mumbled, shaking her head to get her hair out of her eyes. “What’s your deal?” “I could ask you the same exact thing. Now, come on, answer my question.” “About the status of my deal?” “Emma.” “I don’t even really know what you’re asking me.” “I asked you what the matter was about two thousand years ago and you told me you’d been ignoring me and I said that was rude and…” “Alright, alright,” Emma said, holding out her free hand to get Ruby to stop talking. “I don’t need the complete play-by-play.” “I’m worried.” “I’m fine.” Ruby nodded towards the stack of papers resting on Emma’s hip. “That’s fine? That’s a month’s worth of work and you did it in what...two days?” “Two and a half,” Emma muttered, scuffing her foot along the hallway floor.

“Ah, well, an eternity.” “It wasn’t that big of a deal. I just wanted to get it done.” “You’re some sort of community relations machine. Did you even watch the game on Sunday?” “Of course,” Emma said quickly and a bit sharper than she wanted. She wasn’t being entirely honest with herself.

Because if she were being entirely honest with herself, she should have texted him or called him and told him what a goddamn idiot she was because he’d told her something important – had told her a lot more than that – and she’d thrown it all back in his face.

Because if she were being entirely honest with herself, Emma might have actually been able to acknowledge that there was something to what Killian had said, something to believing him. And them – as some sort of collective unit.

“Jones played like garbage,” Ruby said conversationally. She didn’t back down when Emma shot her a very particular type of glare.

“I watched the game Rubes.” “And?” “And what?” “Is that what’s the matter with you? Or what’s going on with you?” “These are all very vague questions.” Ruby groaned, head thrown back in her obvious frustration. “Why are you making this so difficult? You’re all Emma’ing it up.” “Did you just use my name as a verb?” “Yes,” Ruby hissed, taking a step towards Emma and it all felt a bit threatening. “You’re being all you and I know, I know something is going on.” “Nothing is going on.” “When did Jones say he would coach?” “What?” “When did he tell you he’d coach your game?” Ruby said, altering her question slightly like that would, somehow, make Emma want to answer it. “It’s got to be at some point in the last three days, right? So at some point, since Saturday, when this team left for Carolina, you’ve talked to Jones and told him about your charity hockey game idea.” Emma ignored the way her stomach flipped or possibly clenched, refusing to blink when Ruby stared at her, an accusatory look on her face. “These are all accurate facts, Rubes,” she said, shrugging as she shifted the papers in her hand again.

“You didn’t answer my question! Again!” “Saturday,” Emma snapped, frustration getting the better of her. “I told him on Saturday.” In bed. With no clothes on. After she’d told him about Neal. And he’d told her about Milah. And they’d done whatever they’d done for the better part of the previous eight hours. They hadn’t really slept at all.

“You told him first.” “That’s not a question.” Ruby shrugged and Emma’s whole neck cracked when she rolled her head, frustration rolling off her in waves. “Did Reese’s talk to you or something?” “No,” Ruby said, surprise coloring the two letters. “Why? Should she?” “No.” “No?” “No.” “That was a lot of the same word right in a row,” Ruby muttered. “I’ve lost track of the conversation.” Emma laughed softly and some of the tension fell out of her shoulders. “I’m fine, Ruby,” she said and it was only a small lie. She was somewhere in the vicinity of fine, just a few steps away from almost coping. She just needed to plan a budget and make sure Killian Jones would still want to coach a charity hockey game she’d told him about first – which meant, eventually, she was going to have to talk to Killian Jones.

Idiot.

She was a goddamn idiot.

“Is this the part where I apologize for that set-up before?” Ruby asked, a small smile on her face as she tugged on the sleeve of Emma’s jacket. “I should have done it at the restaurant when Belle did, but you were kind of set in your let’s not talk about it anymore. ” “It’s ok,” Emma said.

“He’s a good guy and for whatever it’s worth he probably hates his friends as much as you hate yours, because they’re always doing this. Have been for years.” Emma hummed in agreement, teeth tugging on the inside of her lip and her stomach was doing that thing again. “He is a good guy,” she agreed, shifting on her feet as she tried to decide whether or not to ask the question sitting on the tip of her tongue.

“What?” “There wasn’t...in all those set-ups…” “Anyone that, what, stuck?” Emma nodded and Ruby shook her head quickly. “No, no, not even close. I think it almost became some sort of competition with Locksley and Scarlet, trying to see who they could find that would maybe get Jones to agree to the set-up. Even Gina tried last season, some friend from school who was some sort of huge Rangers fan. He was less than interested in that. I think...well, there was something or someone, right before he got hurt, but I had only been here for a season or so and I didn’t really know him that well then.”

“And you do now?” Emma continued, curiosity outweighing that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she had completely fucked up.

Ruby shrugged. “Better than I did then. That’s why I agreed to the set-up. I wouldn’t have if I didn’t think you’d at least like him.” “He’s a good guy,” Emma repeated.

“Alright, alright,” Ruby sighed. “You don’t need to try and placate me. I heard you at the restaurant, all friends and everything. I’ll back off. I promise. And the game is a freaking fantastic idea by the way.” “I think we could do a lot for GD. Season-tickets will go nuts for that kind of stuff. All sorts of karma to be bought up.” Ruby stared at her knowingly, but she didn’t actually voice her opinions, didn’t say anything about how this all played into Emma’s past just a bit too perfectly or how she kept talking to Henry weeks after his GD event had wrapped.

That wasn’t exactly par for the course – or whatever the hockey equivalent of that particular sports clich é was.

“Relating to the community so well,” Ruby smiled, tugging on Emma’s sleeve again like some sort of PR-mother. “I knew you could do it.” “Tell me that when we actually budget a charity hockey game.” “Please, like I said, if you get Jones and Phillip the Rookie to coach this thing and put them on a t-shirt, it’ll sell like...hot cakes or something.” “Hot cakes? Are you a thousand years old?” “You’re, like, the rudest person in this building, you know that?” “I’ll save you a t-shirt,” Emma promised, grinning at a slightly put-out Ruby before walking back towards the bank of elevators at the other end of the hallway.

She had work to do.

Emma walked into the loft later that night, weighed down by another pile of papers – Merida proving to be some sort of research machinewhen it came to finding out how previous charity games had run at the Garden – and there were numbers to crunch, or something that sounded less lame, and a game to watch and, maybe, text messages to be sent.

If she didn’t lose her nerve.

She’d probably lose her nerve.

Emma barely had time to consider the status of her nerves, however, running into an outstretched hand as soon as she closed the loft door behind her.

“Ah,” Mary Margaret gasped, jumping back and nearly spilling the contents of the two glasses in her hands. “Careful!” “What even, Reese’s? Were you just waiting behind the door the entire night?” “No,” she muttered, moving back towards the couch and putting the glasses on the coffee table in front of her – right next to the already-open bottle of wine.

“What is this?” “I wasn’t waiting behind the door all night.” Emma slid her shoes off, kicking them towards the small pile of footwear in the corner of the room and ignoring Mary Margaret’s soft tut when she didn’t put them back where they belonged. “Just, you know, since Merida texted me and let me know that you’d left work and weren’t going to the restaurant to watch the game. Again.” “Reese’s,” Emma said slowly, walking towards the couch and sinking into her designated corner. “Is this some sort of intervention?” “Of course not!” “What is it then?” “A conversation?” “That sounded a bit like a question.” “Yeah, well, you’re you. And you don’t do well when you’re backed into a corner.” Emma opened her mouth to argue, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to actually voice the words, not when Mary Margaret kept giving her that look and the pre-game show was already on in the background, comments about Killian’s concerning play the game before.

She took a deep breath, twisting her lips and reaching forward to grab one of the wine glasses in front of her. “That’s true,” Emma mumbled.

Mary Margaret eyed her cautiously, but she grabbed her own glass when she seemed to decide Emma wasn’t actually going to start shouting or tearing apart the couch. There were a lot of decorative pillows there as well.

“No questions?” Emma asked, glancing at Mary Margaret over the top of her glass.

“You tell me.” Emma shifted in the corner of the couch, tugging her legs up and glancing at the TV. The team was on the ice – announcers talking about the early-season hopes and whether or not Phillip the Rookie would be able to keep his spot on the first line, something about how his speed matched up with Killian’s and she was only really half listening. She tugged on her lip while she watched them go through warmups, shooting pucks towards a half-trying Jefferson and the camera zoomed in on Killian and Robin, leaning up against the boards with sticks in their hands and slightly tense looks on their face.

She sighed loud enough for Mary Margaret to hear her, tongue darting over her suddenly dry lips and Emma needed to tell someone – certain her whole body was going to snap in half if she held any more stress in between her shoulder blades.

“I think I made a mistake,” Emma muttered quietly, downing half of her glass as soon as the words were out her mouth.

“About?” “So, uh, remember when I told you that nothing was going on and everything was all friendship and friends and just talking?” She rushed over the words, refusing to meet Mary Margaret’s presumably stunned gaze. “Well, that was kind of a lie. Or it was a lie. The biggest lie. Like in the history of the world.” Emma pulled her eyes up to find Mary Margaret staring her as if she’d never seen her before, mouth half open and wine glass barely upright as her grip slacked just a bit. “Wait, wait, are we talking about you and Killian?” Mary Margaret stuttered. Emma nodded. “What’s the opposite of friendship and friends and just talking?” “Not that. Or that plus other things.” “Other things.” “Reese’s.” “I’m confused.” “Think about it for two seconds. I, uh, I didn’t go to Ruby’s on Saturday.” Mary Margaret’s eyes widened to what must have been dangerous proportions and Emma gulped the rest of her wine quickly. It felt like a boulder in her stomach. “You were with Killian?” she asked, whispering out the words.

“Yup.” “Doing what?” “Oh my God, Reese’s you did not just ask me that question.”

Her eyes, somehow, got even bigger – all brown and confused and there was not enough wine in the world to have this conversation. The game had already started.

“Ok,” Mary Margaret said quickly, setting down her untouched wine. Emma grabbed it immediately, ignoring the quiet reprimand she got for her actions. “So you left the game with him?” Emma nodded. “Where’d you go?” “His very fancy apartment on Amsterdam Ave.” Mary Margaret made a face, looking impressed that the captain of the New York Rangers could afford an apartment on Amsterdam Avenue. “And?” “And what, Reese’s? I stayed.” “Exactly.” She still couldn’t quite rationalize that – three days of radio silence and no fun facts about Carolina, either North or South, and Emma still couldn’t quite understand why she’d stayed. That wasn’t her move.

She left.

She walked away before she could wake up to find an arm still wrapped around her waist or a voice in her ear and she’d been the one to suggest they not even try to fall back asleep when they’d woken up far too early.

He’d probably been late to film.

She didn’t know. They hadn’t talked in three days.

“Why?” Mary Margaret pressed.

“I wanted to.” There it was – the truth, as much as three words could be some sort of overwhelming, deep-set type of truth. Emma had wanted and she wanted him and she wanted to stay and she wished he’d text her so they could decide if they were actually using boyfriend and girlfriendin some sort of high-school nonsense that might be kind of nice.

She glanced back up at the TV when she heard the whistles.

He’d gotten a penalty – another penalty – and Arthur was screaming on the bench and Killian was halfway to the box by the time they showed a replay. It was another crosscheck, the same move he’d used in Carolina and Emma wondered where he’d learned that, able to get his stick just underneath pads in a way that could only hurt like hell.

“Like you wanted to kiss him,” Mary Margaret pointed out and that was hardly fair because one person shouldn’t be able to know Emma that well. Or be able to call her out that well.

“Has this been happening the whole time?”

“The staying at his apartment?” Emma asked. Mary Margaret nodded. “No, no, that didn’t happen until the opener. Yes to the kissing though. Like a, frankly, ridiculous amount of kissing.” Mary Margaret smiled at that – a romantic at heart who couldn't quite seem to keep her features neutral when the possibility of Emma being happy was concerned. “So you go home with him on Friday and scare me to death and what happens next?” “Nothing,” Emma answered quickly, eyes darting back towards the screen when Killian came racing out of the box, nearly connecting on a breakaway when Phillip the Rookie set him up in the neutral zone.

Almost.

She tried not to read in that too much.

“Nothing?” Mary Margaret repeated, voice catching just a bit on that one word. “Oh my God, Emma. Did you leave?”

“Like as soon as I got your text. And voicemail. And David’s text. I hadn’t seen it before. My phone was with my dress.” “Was your dress not with you?”

“My dress spent the night in the living room.” Mary Margaret let out a sound that might have been a laugh or a scoff and Emma’s head whipped around when she heard the buzz of the goal signal, breath catching in her throat when she saw Killian’s hands in the air.

“I’ve got to ask you another question,” Mary Margaret said, distracting Emma from the replay and the rebound had landed on Killian’s stick almost perfectly. He barely even had to move his stick – it was almost too easy.

“Go for it.” “If you spent the night, if you went in the first place and you guys have been doing a ridiculous amount of kissing since that first kiss, why would you leave? Was it bad?” “Oh my God.” “It’s an honest question.” “No,” Emma said sharply. “No. It was...the opposite of that. It was...overwhelming.” “That’s not really your thing.” “I told him about Neal.” Mary Margaret’s whole body sagged forward, breath rushing out of her quickly and loudly and Emma tried to look like this was fine. “That’s big, Emma.” “I know. I know. I think we’ve been dating for the last two weeks.” She didn’t tell Mary Margaret about Milah or what had happened in that car or what Killian had said before she’d practically sprinted out of the apartment, the enormous space suddenly feeling like a straight jacket. She didn’t think she could.

That was Killian’s story.

“You think?” Mary Margaret asked.

“Well we haven’t really talked since Saturday.” Mary Margaret made a face, unable to completely mask her sigh at Emma’s complete inability to be a human with actual, functioning emotions. “You still didn’t answer my question. Why did you leave? Because I was worried about you?” Emma considered her answer – trying to find the words she hadn’t been able to quite decide on in the last three days. “Pillows,” she said after what felt like a decade of silence right there on the couch.

“What?” “He had a ridiculous amount of pillows on his bed.” “And that made you freak out?” “His mom, foster mom, whatever, used to have pillows. Everywhere, he said, and it was like some sort of home for him and so now he’s rich and famous and the captain of the New York Rangers and he’s got all these pillows and they do this ridiculous ritual before the season opener and Locksley and Scarlet still talk to his brother. They all talk to each other and his sisters and it’s just…” Home.

He had a home.

And Emma had a couch.

She didn’t have pillows. She’d never had pillows.

This metaphor was ridiculous.

Mary Margaret had that look on her face again. “Oh, Emma,” she muttered, reaching out to wrap her fingers around Emma’s wrist.

“And then you were worried and we’ve been doing this under the radar thing and you knew. Or you would know and I hadn’t really thought about it the night before, I just wanted.” “You’re allowed to want things.”

“Not like this.” Emma bit her lip tightly, words feeling almost heavy when she said them and they seemed to almost visibly hang in the air as Mary Margaret kept her fingers wrapped around her wrist. “He’s got people, Reese’s,” Emma continued. “A family.” “You could have that too.” She blinked once, a bit stunned at how easily Mary Margaret had rationalized everything in a few words and one sentence and her whole face had shifted as soon as she promised Emma, smiling at her with a determination that simply couldn’t be questioned.

Mary Margaret got what she wanted.

And she’d make sure everyone else got what they wanted along the way.

“You make it all sound very easy,” Emma muttered. She was out of wine again and the period was almost over. They were winning.

“There’s no reason it couldn’t be.” “I walked out.” “So apologize for that.” “People are going to talk.” “So keep doing whatever under the radar thing you’re doing now. I won’t sell you out to Page Six or anything.” “No David?” “No David,” Mary Margaret promised and Emma was half a second away from actually crying in the corner of the couch, a wave of emotion and something that might have been an almost kind of family hitting her suddenly. She was a mess.

“Is he really going to coach your charity game?” May Margaret asked.

“How could you possibly know about that?” Mary Margaret shrugged. “Zelena told Aurora who told Regina and I guess Ariel was nearby? It was like a whole ridiculous string of gossip.” “Of course.” “You don’t have to worry, Emma. I know you will because you’re you, but I’ve got a good feeling about this.” “How do you always do that?” “What?” “Know exactly what to say in order to make me believe things. You always get me to believe things.” “Actual years of practice,” Mary Margaret laughed, squeezing Emma’s hand tightly. “And you’ve had a very specific look on your face for the last few weeks. I knew something was going on. I’m a genius.”

Emma groaned, rolling her eyes, but she was smiling and she knew Mary Margaret was right. She was happy – or had been happy or maybe could be happy again. If she could get up the courage to text him.

That was proving a bit more difficult when she couldn’t exactly take a deep breath.

“Hey,” Mary Margaret said quickly, leaning forward as if she had some sort of sixth sense for when Emma was feeling particularly terrified or prone to emotional breakdowns in the corner of the couch. “It’s going to be ok. I’m sure he’ll understand.” “How? We kind of dove face-first into emotions and he was…” Everything? Fantastic? Staring at her like he might actually care as much as he promised? All of those things sounded absurd. They were all true. “I walked out.” “So explain why you did.” Emma eyed her meaningfully and Mary Margaret’s head fell to the side, landing almost audibly on her shoulder. “Alright, so don’t tell him the whole thing, but tell him some of the things. Or, I don’t know, wear his jersey again.” Emma groaned, dimly aware of the start of the second period. “This team is the worst.” “No it’s not. And neither are you, so stop thinking that you are. He’ll understand.” “You seem awfully certain.” “Nothing is ever certain,” Mary Margaret said and that didn’t do much to help the knot of anxiety in the pit of Emma’s stomach. “But even believing in the possibility of a happy ending is a very powerful thing.”

Mary Margaret smiled at her – certainty and positivity and the force of the the entire goddamn sun all contained in a single look – and Emma found herself wanting to believe. She grabbed her phone out of her back pocket, pushing up slightly in the corner of the couch to stare at the screen like it held the answers to all the questions of the universe.

The New Jersey Devils name was selected as part of a newspaper contest, but it was based on the Jersey Devil, which is reported to have lived in the Pine Barrens. He was a monster. Thirteenth son. Totally the worst.

She was almost asleep when her phone vibrated, the sound echoing in her ears just under the pillow she had propped up against the arm of Mary Margaret’s couch.

They’d won.

A bounceback victory of the highest order – at least according to the MSG announcers who promised that Killian Jones had, obviously, put his less-than-impressive second game of the season in the metaphorical rearview mirror.

He’d scored again and assisted on Robin’s empty-netter and he’d been first star. She’d smiled at that.

I didn’t know that, Swan.

Emma bit her lip and she blinked blearily at the screen, the only light in Mary Margaret’s pitch-black living room.

I thought you knew everything.

Not quite so much anymore.

She pressed her teeth down until it actually hurt, certain she was going to push through her entire lip and she could actually taste blood in her mouth.

First star. That second goal was ridiculous.

Thanks.

The announcers were going nuts. And you almost had the hat trick if the shot after the penalty had gone in.

He didn’t answer and Emma didn’t really sleep again, the knot of whatever in the pit of her stomach making it difficult to do anything except stare at the ceilings and come up with all the reasons why she was the absolute worst.

She’d totally fucked up.

#cs ff #captain swan fanfiction #ouat ff #cs #csbb #blue line #in which mary margaret has thoughts and opinions

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beefybuffybucky · 7 years ago

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Apples at the Market

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader - 40s!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader

Request: could you please do a Bucky request for me please? where Bucky comes back and realises that he won't be able to see you again since he married you in the 40's. he tries to make a recipe that the remembers you cooking him all the time and he breaks down because its doesn't taste the same. In the end can you make it that you actually went through the same process as him to be a super soldier and stuff and you eventually meet? sorry if its too long but its been on my mind for weeks and I would love you to write it because I love the way you write! thank you xx

Warnings: angst - fluff - language

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: It was so much fun writing this prompt, omg. I actually really love baking and had a super chill time going through my great grandma’s recipes to find the perfect ones for this fic. I really hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

Bucky’s P.O.V

We were married in the autumn, Y/N and I. It was an outdoor wedding, in the middle of a lush, mystical forest up-state. The leaves were deep reds, sweet oranges, and brilliant yellows, and each gust of wind that would dance through the trees’ branches created an intoxicating melody of calmness, the leaves flutter down around us, landing gracefully on the ground. It was a small wedding, just us, Steve, a priest, and a few of our neighbors. I never really cared that there weren’t a lot of people - all I could focus on was her mesmerizing smile, her bright, joyful eyes, and the radiating glow of happiness she emitted around her. Her long, white dress floated elegantly over the fallen leaves. Her hair was done-up in a high bun, pinned curls framing her face. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life - she was the woman of my dreams.

Even after we got married, every day after was like living the same perfect dream over and over again. On Saturdays, we would wake up a little earlier and go to a small farmer’s market near our apartment building. Her favorite fruit was apples, and we would leave the market with a whole bag of ‘em, and in the autumn, we would bring home a pumpkin, too. She would make this absolutely killer apple crumble from the apples we had bought earlier in the day, and for dinner, we would make a pumpkin soup together in between little breaks of dancing and stealing light kisses. Saturdays were always my favorite - just being around her was enough to make my heart flutter with joy - but now, each passing day just reminds me of how I lost, and never even got to say goodbye to the love of my life. Even after HYDRA did everything in their power to make me forget - to make me into their weapon - I was always able to hang on to one memory: her.

The oven’s timer beeping brings me out of my trance. I get up from my stool, pushing it back under the counter of the kitchen island, and grab an oven mitt. When I pull down the oven door, a wall of heat hits my face, lightly burning my eyes and making it a bit hard to breathe. The smell of cinnamon and apples drifting from the oven is intoxicating as it swirls and mixes with the silent air hanging heavily on my shoulders. I set the hot pan on a hot-pad next to the stove, taking off the mitt to stir the simmering, pumpkin-orange soup. Outside, a light snow begins to fall, the delicate flakes landing on the window above the sink, quickly melting away and trailing down the glass pane. The first snowfall of the year…

Y/N loved the first snowfall. The last time I saw her during the first fall, we were out for a stroll, just popping our heads into small shops in the city, enjoying the clear, chilly night, when the flakes began to drop.

We were both tucked into our winter coats, her arm locked through mine, the bustle of the crowd swarming around us. Stopping at a corner to cross a street, a few delicate snowflakes begin to twirl out of the sky and drift to our feet. A smile blossoms on her face. It’s one of those ear-to-ear, goofy smiles that are contagious. I turn to her, watching as her eyes cast to the sky in awe. A few flakes settle on her hair, and one lands on her cheek. I bring my gloved hand to her face, using my thumb to brush it away. She leans into my touch, closing her eyes and humming. I lean down and press a light kiss to her soft lips, savoring the taste of her as I try to capture this moment in my mind. I slowly pull away and open my eyes, locking my gaze with hers. Y/N giggles and I gently rest my forehead against hers.

“I love you,” I whisper, my breath puffing into the air.

“I love you too, James,” she smiles as she stands on her toes, pressing her lips to mine again.

A quiet tear sliding down my face painfully drags me back to reality. I brace my hands against the smooth counter top and take in a shaky breath. Opening the drawer near my stomach, I grab a fork and cut into the crumble, the hot steam from the apples slowly drifting away like flames licking at logs in a fire. I bring the fork to my mouth, the hot crumble slightly burning my tongue.

I've made this recipe at least a hundred times, trying to find just the right amount of ingredients that would make the crumble taste like Y/N’s. But nothing ever worked. There was always something missing every, single, time. I just want some way to have her back in my life...to have some sort of...of a connection back to her even though she's long gone.

In a wild burst of frustration and anger, I forcefully throw the whole pan of the crumble into the sink, sending loud clanging noises and its contents flying everywhere. Apple chunks and crumbs scatter over the countertops as the pan ricochets out of the sink and clatters on the floor, and a dull burning sensation radiates from my fingertips.

It’s burden to breathe. More tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I lean back against the counter, the stone pushing into my lower back, and I cross my arms over my chest. A sob threatens to shake through my body, and my lip quivers as I try to suppress it, but it erupts in my throat any ways and a strangled choke escapes from my throat. My legs suddenly feel weak and I drop to the ground, pulling my legs to my chest and wrapping my arms around my head. The air around me feels like it's suffocating me. Anxiety and burning hatred tingle through my veins, threatening to override my senses. Hot tears bleed into the sleeves of my shirt, but I don't care. Thoughts crash into my mind, shrouding out reality - the shitty, stupid reality that she'll never come back into my life.

Y/N’s P.O.V

You've been trying to adjust to life for the past year. After being a HYDRA captive for nearly seventy years, you managed to escape, create an alias, and settle down in an apartment using the money you had taken from the organization. Most of the time, they kept you frozen like the other soldiers they began to experiment with, only thawing you out whenever they needed a sort of last resort.

After James had left for the war, you relied a lot on Steve for support, until he, too, eventually left. A few months later, you were out at the market buying more apples to make a crumble for a family dinner when you were forcefully dragged into an alleyway, knocked out, and taken. You never even saw your attackers coming. When you woke up, you were in a cell, scared shitless, and aching pains raged in every joint, muscle, and bone of your body.

You endured a solid six months of training and mind manipulation as HYDRA molded your mind and body into their perfect rendition of a weapon of mass destruction.

But that was all behind you now.

Even though the manipulation mutilated your mind and controlled your memories, you were never able to let go of James. The fact that you never knew what happened to him eats away at you each and every day, but, somehow, you're able to drag yourself out of bed and carry on living.

You've never bothered to reach out to Steve - the very thought of it made your stomach churn in fear of the type of memories that talking to him face-to-face may bring up. Every time you see his picture on T.V., or in a magazine, or even on a billboard, old, faint memories of James and him would surface. The three of you were inseparable, and the pain of not having James in your life was hard enough, let alone being in the same room as Stevie and not hearing James cracking jokes or watching him playfully make fun of Steve. You'd give anything to be able to go back in time and stop them from leaving, just to see James one last time…

The train slowing to a stop slightly jerks your body forward, and your shoulder bumps into the person standing next to you. The doors slide open, and people rush out like a wave crashing on a shoreline. Saturdays guaranteed a packed commuted into downtown. You follow the flow of bodies and walk towards the stairs heading to the streets above.

Overcast clouds make the wind blowing between the buildings colder than it should be. Winter was pressing in, and any day now, snow would begin to fall. You've always loved the first snow ever since you were a kid. The snowflakes would lure you into a trance, captivating you for hours. The first snow also reminded you of James. His touch was as light as a fresh snowflake, yet powerful enough to reassure you he would never leave you, like the biting cold of the winter. But, like snow in the spring, that promise melted away as soon as he left to serve.

Something runs into your legs, shaking you from your thoughts. You look down, blinking, and see a bubbly toddler staring up at you with an open mouth. Their dad runs up and quickly apologizes, scooping the toddler into his arms.

“Oh, no worries,” you smile. The man walks back over to where another man with an empty stroller was standing and passes the child into his arms. He bounces the baby playfully and boops his nose. The sight ignites a flick of joy in your heart.

A buzzing of people swarms around the market's carts. Just down the way, you spot the cart with the best apples you've ever tasted, and you happily stride towards it. An old man with bright, white, wispy hair and a red apron sits on a stool behind the cart, reading a newspaper. He looks up at you above the paper and greets you with a large smile.

“Mornin’, love,” his thick accent is charming and playful. “How many can I getchya?” He reaches for a paper bag under the cart.

“G’mornin’, Ed,” you smile back. “Can you get me four today? I have a lot of baking to do.”

The old man picks out four, juicy, brilliantly red apples and puts them in the bag, rolling down the top to close it.

“Here ya are, darlin’,” he smiles as he hands you the bag over the cart. “See ya next Saturday?”

“Like always,” you chuckle as you hand him the money you owed. “Bye, Ed!” You wave as you start to turn around, but run into something hard. You drop the bag, an apple rolling out onto the ground. “O-oh man, I’m so sorry.” You quickly crouch down to pick up the bag and the loose apple when the stranger moves to grab the apple at the same time. Their gloved hand brushes passed yours, grabbing the fruit and handing it out to you. You look up, and your heart nearly jumps out of your chest.

It...it’s James.

He has longer hair tucked into a ball cap and wore a heavy jacket over a black shirt. A beard covers his jaw and fades into his neck, his grey-blue eyes frozen in disbelief.

You can’t find the breath to speak as you stare at him, truly believing that this man, this stranger, could possibly be -

“Y/N?” He mumbles. You both stand at the same time. It...it c-can’t be…

“J-James?” You blink away tears pricking at your tired eyes. His eyes widen and tears begin to well along the bottom of his own eyes. You step closer to him. “Is it...it-it can’t be, there’s no way,” you swallow as a single tear races down your cheek.

He brings a large, gloved hand to your cheek and wipes away the warm tear. You instinctively lean into his comforting touch, giving into the wild fantasy that this man standing before you truly is James.

“It’s really you,” he breathes. His lower lip quivers and he bites down on it. “Am I...are you real?”

“Y-yes James, I am,” you smile through more tears gently cascading down your face.

“What are you doing here?” He asks. “How are you here?”

“I’m sure I could be asking you the same exact thing,” you chuckle in disbelief. “I, uh...I come here every Saturday to buy a-apples for baking. Ed’s my favorite guy to get ‘em from. I use them in my -”

“Crumble,” he finishes my sentence. “You don’t know how long I’ve been trying to remake that recipe,” he chuckles through a few silent tears.

“Why don’t you come back to my apartment,” you ask. “I can show you how to make it, and I have all the things to make pumpkin soup, so we could -”

He cuts you off again by pulling you into his arms. You immediately wrap your arms around him as he tucks his head into the crook of your neck.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” he whispers, his voice muffled by your scarf. “I promise...I’ll never leave you like that again.” He painfully pulls back from your embrace. “I just still can’t believe it’s you.”

“You’re tellin’ me,” you laugh. He extends the apple in his hand to you, and you grab it, dropping it back into the bag. You turn back to the cart a few feet away, squeezing between two other people. “Hey Ed,” you breathe. “I’m gonna need a few more apples.”

Tags: @randyortontattoos @wotlydia @theraputicwritings @isaxhorror @hollycornish @awinterloveuniverse @buckyisloved

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fandom #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #marvel drabble #my fics #baking #angst #fluff

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ask-svt-hearteu · 7 years ago

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college! Minghao

requested by anon: “could you write a college au of minghao please? if you do, tsym (and please include a reader in it, i’m sorry if it’s too much to ask for)”

Admin note: I wrote and rewrote this and researched and rewrote and deleted and wrote this again so many times, it's not funny (ok maybe a little). I'm sorry if this wasn't any good, I legit had such a tough time with this one, well anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Minghao is a Performance Music Major

particularly with a dance focus

when he's not sitting around in some rehearsal room in the music building practicing his vocals or reviewing for the next postmodernism in dance exam

he can usually be found with the other music majors

usually sitting in the outside picnic area of campus

or running through some of the choreos created for the next final project out on the lawn with Soonyoung, Jun, and Chan

with Joshua (vocal performance major) playing guitar

or with Jihoon telling Mingyu to stop blaring rap long enough for him to finish composing

which causes Mingyu and Vernon (contemporary production majors) to both defend Drake as a musical artist

and that Jihoon should stop composing his boring classically arranged piece

which Jihoon says he can't because he's a freaking music theory and composition major and it's due soon

while the rest are debating the musical merits of the latest pop sensation and whether or not the hook is repeated over and over

"'Despacito' has the same chord progressions throughout" "Ok no, there's a modulation in the bridge..." "DEEESSPAAACITOO"

and Minghao's music major friends may seem a bit like a mess

but they're all really close friends

they host recitals every winter and spring

the whole music and drama department

and Minghao is always one of the front performers especially from the dance program

though someone should give him more vocal lines in the shows, why can't the professors realize his vocals are amazing and that he never gets enough lines smfh

Minghao's best classes outside of his major are those relating to liberal arts

especially lit and psychology

the only two courses you shared with him since they were mandatory for graduation

you both have talked before, but mostly just the universal complaining and groaning over homework assignments that characterize every college student ever

since your major was in media studies, his in performance arts

it was understandable that you didn't really get a chance to get to know Minghao, since students with the same majors normally spend a lot of time with people from their own departments

but that's how you always saw Minghao

since the media studies classes were in the humanities and social science building

which is a little past the music building

his group of music majors is always sitting on the lawn in between

and you've noticed little things Minghao does

like how he always opens the doors for the instrumentalists carrying in cases in the morning

or the way he acts like he's done with his friends 100% but then ends up buying them breakfast and making sure they eat

and while it seems as though Minghao is always rehearsing for one thing or another

you sometimes see him skating down the campus on his skateboard or reading in the library

stuff not even assigned to him by your lit professor

joined by Jun, Wonwoo, and Joshua, or other random music majors

they sort of claimed the back corner of the library

one day your lit professor decides it's been too quiet and boring

time to assign a huge project that could potentially make or break your grade

because college professors like torturing students as hobbies

and better yet, it's a partner research essay and visual presentation

which works for you because whoever your partner is, you can just borrow some equipment from the media productions classroom to get the visual presentation part done

and as the teacher starts reading off names

all you can think about is how you hope you don't get stuck with someone who won't do their work

the professor calls out Utopia by Thomas More

the one book on the list you really wanted

and then "Minghao, y/n."

jumping up and silently thanking the heavens for giving you such an easy book to work with

so many freaking things you could talk about, you're so excited

you almost forgot that you had a partner as you go up to collect the book and the directions

Minghao walks up to you quietly

"So when do you want to meet to work on the essay and visual presentation?"

"Oh uh, we can do tomorrow at the student café if you want." you tell him

"Alright."

the two of you meet the next day and split the work evenly in half before

"I have a postmodernism in dance exam tomorrow so I'll take-off first."

"That's fine, we have a whole month, we can chill." you said smiling

Minghao returned the smile and turned around to leave when

"Here, call me if you need help with your half, I'll finish my half of the essay by the end of the week, so we can begin the visual presentation."

he hands you his number and you just nod and assure him he can just leave

with Minghao off to study, you decide to go work on your half in the library

the library is usually open quite late anyway

you start researching the ways More wrote his socio-political satire

but with the amount of sleep you've been getting, you fall asleep on top of your laptop

and sure, the library isn’t for napping

but screw it, you’re running on 3 hours of sleep in the last two days, what else can you do?

Minghao walks into the library a little while later, looking for a global dance history book when he sees you sleeping on your laptop

hair cascading over the table as you breathe slowly in and out

he smiles unconsciously

he had noticed this before

but you’re really pretty

while the closest interactions you've both had together were the random jokes Wonwoo would tell you and Minghao in psych

he knew you were a really nice person, since you and the video production team would always film the shows and performances he did with the rest of his department

he had even seen some of your short student films, the ones that he could only describe as art from someone who must really love what they do

and seeing you calmly napping was cute

so he goes to the nearest vending machine impulsively and buys a can of coffee before he puts it behind your laptop that you’re using as a pillow

“What are you doing Minghao?” Jun says giving Minghao a sly smile while coming up behind him

“Nothing.” he laughs

“Doesn’t look like nothing.” Jun smirks

“We have a project for lit, she's my partner.” he said shrugging his shoulders while looking down at you

“Does she always sleep here?”

“Not sure.”

Jun nods his head slowly, an understanding look on his face

“Yea you like her, imma call it now.”

“Yah!” Minghao says punching Jun’s arm

“Hey I called it so remember this moment in the future and thank me later.”

Minghao shakes his head

“Well, Wonwoo and I are ready to go, let’s get something to drink.”

when you wake up and shut your laptop you see the can of coffee sitting in front of your closed laptop, with a post-it note

"Keep up the hard work partner! Fighting! -Minghao" you read

you laugh and take the can with you

over the next few weeks, you and Minghao work together on the lit project

and when it's done and you both get an A-

you both celebrate with ice cream from the student café

he’s cute

and funny too

he makes you laugh quite a bit by trying poorly to imitate the lit professor

the two of you kept texting about random hw assignments even after the project was over about anything like movies you wanted to see or concerts that were nearby

you got to know more about his dream to be a performer

he was so passionate about it

they way he talked about performing was the same way you felt about filming in media studies

each a form of art, but each a way to express it in your own style

by the time the winter showcase comes along, your professor assigns you to camera 3 on stage for the show

and you text Minghao

"Hey, break a leg at the concert :)"

"Breaking appendages would actually be a bad thing XD" he texts you back

"You know what I meant!"

"Yea haha, are you coming to watch?" your heart skips a beat a little reading his message

you watch as your phone shows that "Minghao is typing" message a few times before it stops

"I mean you don't have to if you don't want to"

"I'm filming so of course I'll be there ;)" you text back

"Oh ok lol"

you laughed at his short response

when you go to the performance hall the night before opening night to set up the audio systems with some of the other video production crew

you see Minghao and one of his friends running through a choreography

you stare at him amazed, the choreo included them dancing with a white ribbon connecting the two of them, which should have gotten tangled countless times but didn't

you didn't really want to intrude on the rehearsal, so you leave him a can of coffee with a post-it note on it by the stage

“I believe I owe you a coffee, don't forget to rest, I believe in you, fighting!-y/n :)”

Minghao is internally screaming at how cute you are when he reads it

“JUST ASK HER OUT ALREADY AND STOP BOTHERING ME.”

Jun's trying to work on the choreo and practically yells at Minghao who’s told the guys the story for like the fifth time

"Ok but isn't she so cute? 'don't forget to rest, I believe in you'"

"Minghao, I called this remember?" Jun say laughing

Minghao smacks him on the arm again

so Minghao decides to finally gather up the courage

with you sitting in the desk next to him in lit

your knees inches away from each other

“Hey y/n wanna grab a dinner after the show or something?”

“Depends.” you say heart beat steadily increasing

“On what?” Minghao says trying to keep his cool

“On whether it’s a date or not.” you want to scream at yourself, where did this courage come from?!?!

“And if it is?” he smiles

“I’d be happy to.”

and when you're filming the show that night, Minghao catches your eyes while waiting in the wings on stage left

and shoots you a wink

which nearly causes you to drop your camera

and you see him getting smacked by Jun

after the show, he brings you backstage

"Got the gardening club to get me these" he says handing you a small bunch of white carnations

"Aw they're beautiful."

"I ended up doing a lot of research on the significance of flowers thanks to a lit project, white carnations mean sweet and lovely." he smiles shyly

"They also mean pure love." you say smiling

"Yea, well... they're just flowers to celebrate a show well-done." he coughs blushing

"Let's go for dinner, shall we?"

when all the other music majors found out

it was chaos

"HONESTLY Y/N DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY MUSIC MAJORS HAVE ATTACKED ME TODAY WITH QUESTIONS?" your friend from the media production course asked you

"It's like some celebrity is dating you or something from this response!" she says shaking her head

and whenever you walk to the humanities building

Minghao bounds up and takes your hand

in front of both the departments

so you have the music majors screaming at Minghao

and the media studies majors cheering you on

it's a mess

but Minghao just shrugs it off and wraps an arm around you

"Want to grab a coffee before lit?"

"Sure" you laugh

and he holds your hand as you both make your way to the student café

and the both of you lay on the lawn after sipping your lattes

hands intertwined staring up at the clouds in the sky

"Look, they look like white carnations." you smile and point up at a cluster of clouds

just enjoying the light breeze of a spring day

when he pulls you closer until you're laying on his arm

and kisses your forehead

"Sweet and lovely just like you."

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