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purplecoffee13 · 4 months

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Mr. Sunshine - pt. 1

Summary: Harry is a chipper guy with a dimpled smile, amazing coffee, and a need for a tutor. You are a smart girl with an obsession with caffeine and a distaste for people. Harry is infatuated with you from the day he met you, and now he’s determined to spend more time, even if that means bribing you with coffee.

Wc: 2.5k

Tropes: grumpy!MC x sunshine!Harry (based off this ask)

Warnings: none. (for now *evil snicker*)

A/N: tumblr won’t let me add a picture for some reason, but just know that I was going to add the one of dunkirk!Harry in an orange sweater and green pants, leaned against the wall with his jaw clenched as he looks at a guy’s phone. I love that picture of him. Okay, anyways, enjoy!

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Harry Styles has been obsessed with you from the very first year of Uni. He was paired with you and two other people on a sociology project, and since then, he has been enamored with everything about you.

It wasn't like your charm took him over. If anything, your silent glare is what drew him in. You guys seemed to have the laziest project partners because they barely helped, and whatever suggestions they did have were absolutely useless.

You were a quiet girl. Not necessarily because you were shy, but because you simply didn't feel like talking. You would usually say no more than ten sentences during a group meeting, but everything you did say was always of substance.

The first time you were alone with Harry, it was in the library, where you were supposed to have a group meeting to revise each other's work that you had all divided up. Harry and you were the only ones who actually showed up, and ended up revising each other's, and then the others' work that they had sent via e-mail.

Harry had never laughed harder than that day.

The comments you made while revising their work were so witty and sharp. Their work was incredibly bad, most of the spelling was even wrong. It was quite literally a train wreck, but your quick mindedness kept Harry's dimples on display.

You hadn't even tried to be funny, and you had never experienced someone actually liking what you said and being interested in it. It made you feel weird.

After that, you were sure you would never see Harry again. He was on the rugby team, very popular with the ladies and seemed to have a busy schedule with all the parties he went to. You weren't a stalker, but your roommate couldn't stop talking about him ever since they hooked up somewhere in the first month of uni. She was determined to go to every party Harry went to, as an attempt to sleep with him again, and Y/N had to hear all about it. She was glad her roommate graduated last year, her new roommate was way nicer anyway.

You didn't go to parties. It wasn't like you hadn't tried; you went to three parties in the first week. But that turned out to be the worst decision of your entire life... oh well, that's wasn't the point. The point was, there was no scenario in which you would ever cross paths with Harry again. Except that there was, apparently.

After the summer, fresh in your second year, you entered the auditorium for the introduction class for second years. It was nothing special, just a little welcome back with a presentation on what to expect for this year.

You decided to sit at the front. The louder people usually sat in the back, so you wouldn't be bothered here anyway. You had comfortably taken a seat in the first row, knowing many people would be too weirded out to sit so up close anyway. But about five minutes before orientation begin, you heard the seat next to you creak, and Harry Styles sat down next to you.

"Hi." He smiled at you.

"Hey." You greeted him back, glancing at the podium to see how long it would take for the presentation to start. You hated chit chat, and you knew he could talk a lot.

"How was your summer?" He asked, ever so polite. That was one thing about Harry, he was always nice and sweet. It didn't exactly go with his college reputation, but you also didn't expect any differently from him.

"Oh, just peachy." You said in a bit of a monotone voice, leaning back into your seat, and keeping your eyes fixated on the screen even though there was nothing to see yet. You were in no interest to keep this conversation going. You had chosen the bloody front seats for god's sake!

"Good to hear." Harry grinned at your sarcastic response, turning his head to the podium alike. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about your beautiful face and your ability to give him a stomach ache from laughing all summer. When he saw you sitting alone, he knew it was the perfect opportunity to approach you.

There was about ten seconds of silence, ten beautiful and peaceful seconds. But then it started. That nagging feeling inside of you, and it didn't take you two more seconds before you succumbed to it.

"How was your summer?" You said so softly it could almost be classified as a whisper. Harry's head shot your way, his eyebrows raised.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" You heard the amusement in Harry's tone, and you immediately regretted ever speaking up. You turned your head to him with a fake smile.

"I said, how was your summer, Harry?"

Wow, he liked that.

You had never said his name before, not even when you were in that group project with him. Harry only realized that now that his name fell from your lips. Now, he was definitely going to try and make you say his name more. He liked the way it just rolled off your tongue, even though saying that sentences seemed like a bit of a struggle.

"Why, thank you for asking Y/N! My summer was splendid." He said with an overly excited tone that made you want to push him out of the chair.

"Good to hear." You repeated his words in a murmur. Another few empty seconds went by, and you felt like you had fulfilled your duty. Now you wouldn't have to feel guilty about being impolite, and—

"Yeah, I mean, I went to this surf camp somewhere in Portugal. It was pretty cool. And after that, I went to the Amalfi Coast for a week and a half. Have you ever been to the Amalfi Coast, Y/N? Because I hadn't, and honestly it was even better than I expected. A little touristy though, but I guess that just had mostly to do with the season."

Oh my god. Your face paled. He wouldn't stop talking. Uninterrupted, he kept yapping on and on about this surf camp and the Italian cuisine for three minutes. It were the longest minutes of your life.

But you didn't shush him. You weren't sure why. You knew he was doing this to tease you, but a part of you didn't want to be disrespectful and cut him off. He was the only one who had actually delivered work and showed up to every meeting last year, and he had been nothing but nice to you. So, despite him being an annoying pain in the ass, you decided to just let him talk.

Harry couldn't believe you just let him talk.

He was waiting for you to shut him down, but you didn't. He was able to keep going until the presentation begun. And although you didn't give any verbal input nor did you look at him the entire time he was speaking, he still couldn't believe you let him annoy you without even so much as a death glare. He had never been happier about being ignored.

He kept quiet for the orientation, but it took no longer than fifteen minutes before the presentation ended and everyone was free to go. You took your time with packing your notebook into your bag, mainly to avoid the crowd at the exit.

Harry was waiting until you'd stand up, to walk out of class together, but his friends mobbed him and pulled him along to go and get beer for some king of party that same night. He could've killed his friends. He felt like he blew his shot with you now, but he wasn't going to give up.

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*four weeks later*

You stare at the styrofoam cup in Harry's hands, a bored frown on your face as you look from the cup up at him.

"I bought you coffee." He says. His voice seems relaxed, but there is a hint of stress behind it that you can detect for some reason.

"I didn't ask." You reply in a bored tone, taking the cup out of his hands and taking a sip. Caramel Macchiato. "Thank you."

The corner of Harry's mouth tugs up, and he takes a seat besides you on the park bench. His arm is stretched out behind you, and he turns his entire body towards you. You, however, keep reading your book just like you were doing before he pushed that delicious coffee in your face.

"Y/N." Harry tried to grab your attention, but you keep your eyes fixated on the book.

"Harry." You echo his name.

"You would say we're friends, right?"

"I would not."

"Yes we are." Harry chuckles, but he sounds a bit defensive. You finally look up at him, your face stern as ever.

"I don't think we qualify as friends. Maybe acquaintances." You shake your head.

"We sit next to each other in every class we have together. You like me and we're friends, just admit it, Y/N." He teases. He knows you two are friends, but you are too stubborn to call it a friendship. He also knows that stems from the fact that you haven't had many friends, and thus it is not some kind of way to hurt his feelings.

"I tolerate you."

"You love me."

"You're just lucky I haven't pushed you off this bench."

"There's no point in denying it, Y/N." He dramatically sighs, and you clench your teeth at his toothy grin. You roll your eyes and go back to reading your book. You have learned over the last four weeks that it is best to ignore him. Kind of like a puppy. It stops misbehaving once your turn your back to it.

"So, now that we've established that we are best friends forever, I wanted to ask you a favor."

There we go, you knew there was a catch to this ridiculously good caramel macchiato. Seriously, where did he buy this?

"No." You instantly reply.

"You don't even know what I was going to ask yet."

"If it involves you then I want no part in it."

"Oi! Now that's not how it works, silly! Being friends means you want to be around each other. That's the difference between friends and strangers." He over explains it to you like he would to a child, lightly patting you on your shoulder.

You let out a big sigh, then shut your book and open your bag, getting ready to leave. Harry is being too annoying today; his chipper energy always throws you off. You get up and walk away, taking another sip of the coffee he bought for you. The warm liquid is so smooth and sweet, sugary but just the right amount.

Fuck...

You stop in your tracks, and turn around, walking back to Harry. He is surprised to see you returning to him, and his stomach tenses up out of excitement.

"Where did you get this." You point at the coffee in your right hand. Harry slouches a bit, his legs spread wide. Your eyes accidentally trail off to his legs, but you quickly regain your focus. This is not what that's about— why did you even do that?

Harry, however, has a shit eating grin on his face. He noticed it, the distraction in your eyes. Bingo, he thought. That was his sign.

"Tutor me, and I'll tell you." Harry throws the offer straight on the table.

That's what he came to ask you? Jesus Christ...

"Why?"

"I can't make sense of literature class. I need your help. You're good at writing, I saw the grade you got on that first paper."

He's right, you are good at writing. You've always loved literature and all the theories that came with it. It kind of came with being a loner, you guessed. Or maybe you are such a loner because of your preference of books over people. That thought threw you for a loop, but you quickly got out of your head.

You weigh out the pros and cons of tutoring Harry. You wouldn't ask him for money, because you feel like you know him too well for that. Plus, it just feels like ripping him off, especially when it comes to tutoring literature theories. So what other pros are there besides him bringing you coffee? None. The cons consist of quite literally everything else that comes with tutoring Harry: the free time that you have to dedicate to him, his loud presence, him...

"If you bring me one of these to every session, I will help you." You say, going against your own better judgment. Harry's eyes light up.

Your brain scrambles to understand why you are feeling so opposed to rejecting Harry in any sense of the word, but you can't seem to figure out where the pit in your stomach comes from any time you want to be mean to Harry.

"Really?" He asks in pure disbelief.

"Don't question it, I'll change my mind."

"You're right, you're right." He throws his hands up, a sliver of stress flashing over his face that makes you want lift up the corners of your mouth. Harry gets up and puts his arms around you. You just stand there, one arm stretched out, trying to protect your coffee.

"What are you doing?" You ask, an uncomfortable frown on your face.

"I'm hugging you."

"Well don't. You're separating me from my coffee." You say, and Harry laughs at the strained sound of your voice. He is smiling at you once pulled out of the hug.

"Alright, I've got to split. We'll text about when and where?" He asks, slinging his book bag over shoulder. He turns around to walk away, but he looks back when you speak up again.

"You don't have my number." You say, to yourself just as much as to him.

"Don't worry about it." He calls out and disappears into the distance before you can say another word.

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*5 hours later*

Unknown number:

Hey teach. Told you not to worry about it ;)

You:

Is this the part where I file a police report?

Unknown Number:

If you never want to see that caramel macchiato again, then be my guest.

Anyways, I was thinking about wednesday at 4. That a good time for you, teach?

You:

Not if you keep calling me 'teach'.

Unknown Number:

Right. I'll let you choose another nickname. You have the choice between: buttercup, peanut, or cuddle cakes.

You:

You know what, I'll find that coffee place by myself.

Unknown Number:

Ah, c'mon. I threw cuddle cakes in there especially for you. Personally, I prefer ‘munchkin’.

Y/N? Wednesday work for you?

Hello?

Okay fine sorry, I'll bring the coffee and I won’t call you cuddle cakes.

Please reply, I'm desperate.

You:

Yes, I can see that from the four consecutive texts.

Unknown Number:

You:

Wednesday's fine. See you then.

Unknown Number:

Great. See you then sweet cheeks.

You:

I'm blocking you.

Unknown Number:

Blocking me is blocking the access

to that caramel macchiato.

*seen*

See you Wednesday ;)

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percywinchester27 · 3 years

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A lot like ‘Us’ (Part-24)

Word count: 3.5K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Warnings: Feels, angst, the usual

Series Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is eager and honestly, still in awe that she managed to get herself an acceptance from Stanford Law School. On the face of it, her life seems as put together, mysterious and independent as one might hope for. On the insides, she carries the burden of past that haunts her till date. Seemingly, she’d left it all behind; that is until she sets foot in the class of the Law School’s youngest, most promising professor.

A/N: Thank you for all the love, guys <3

The story employs two different timelines. The present timeline for the story takes place in 2014. Please let me know what you guys think :)

Beta: @deanssweetheart23. I love you <3

A lot like ‘Us’ masterlist

You stumbled on to the sofa in a bit of a daze, drawing the rug over you to keep the chill at bay. Your mind was screaming out in a dissonance of voices, all telling you different things at the same time, pushing you to go back to him, to ask him why didn’t he rid himself of a relationship that must have brought him nothing but hurt and pain? Why had he dragged this marriage all by himself for so long?

It was clear as day now- there was no other girl in Sam’s life. Only you. For all your incessant speculation, it had only ever been you.

“Y/N, you okay?”

Meg was next to you, her hand on your arm. “What happened?”

“I’m still married to him,” you whispered. “I’m still married to Sam. Meg-” you turned to her- “I thought he would’ve annulled the marriage. He had no reason to be bound to it. I left him high and dry. It’s the first thing he should’ve done- free himself… but… I saw his wedding ring. I can’t believe…”

Meg got up and walked to the fridge. You watched as she pulled out two beer bottles, opened them with her teeth and handed you one. She took a seat next to you, swinging her arm around your shoulder.

Slowly, you brought the bottle to your lips and took a swig. The cold bitterness of the beer was strangely comforting next to the warmth of your friend’s body. Meg didn’t utter a word. She drank from her own bottle, not easing the grip on your shoulder.

It was going to be a whole new challenge to face Sam now. Up until today you were simply happy that in Sam’s friendship, you were getting back crumbs of what you used to have. To know that he was still very much yours and yet not yours at all was very very painful. Wouldn’t you want to fling yourself at him the next time you saw him?

You wanted to ask Sam why he hadn’t severed the ties legally, but you didn’t think you had it in you. What would you say? So hey, Sam… remember when you loved me so much, but I left you anyway? Yeah, so why are we still married?

He’d kept his every promise, been faithful to you all along. You realised with a shock that you and Sam had been looking at the whole situation from two completely different angles. When you’d seen him in the lecture hall, a part of your past- one which you’d tried to bury very deep had resurfaced again. For him, he’d stepped into a generic lecture and found his wife staring down at him. It explained so much- Why he’d never been as lost to himself as you had been to yourself. You had resented his ability to smile, to be himself while you’d been a wreck all these years. Only now did you understand that the reason he had held on to himself was because he had never let go of you.

Silent tears rolled down cheeks as anger and disgust for yourself weighed you down.

“It’ll be alright,” Meg said in a low voice.

You took another swig, wondering if Sam will ever stop surprising you and knowing once again that you never deserved him.

*********************

“Bad night?” Madison was sympathetic.

You answered honestly, “It was my doing, I had it coming.”

“We’re almost to the end. You can sleep the exhaustion off.”

The two of you were sitting in the front row, waiting to be called up on the stage for the vote of thanks. It was relieving that the Induction fair had come to an end without any incidence- everything had gone as smoothly as you had planned and a lot of the alumni had come up to you to congratulate you for planning and managing it so well. You even had a couple of contact cards tucked in the pocket of your jacket, asking you to give them a call for the summer internship.

Madison was really impressed that you had offers. Summer internships were rare for first years, especially so without recommendations. She was sad for herself that Acton Griswold never broke the first year rule. You encouraged her to use her dad’s influence if it helped. It wasn’t like she would be taking someone else's place. She would only be creating one for herself. To be a good lawyer, one had to be pragmatic, you understood that very well and didn’t judge Madison for wanting to use all the resources at her disposal.

When it was time for the vote of thanks, you made it a point to thank all the speakers and hosts and then your team- each of the members individually for having your back. There had been some wonderful lectures and discussions. You might have been biased, but Sam’s had been the best- it was hopeful and inspiring. He’d looked great on the stage.

Afterwards, the committee had arranged a small lunch for the alumni still left, in one of the campus eateries. There was expensive alcohol and enticing music. A lot of people made their way to the center of the room and began dancing again, trying to revive the mood from last night. On your part, you were simply trying to avoid Sam. You could sense that he was trying to catch your eyes- probably to ask you why you had left so suddenly last evening. Luckily, he was a popular target and people kept going up to him to strike conversations.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, then another at your waist, making you jump back a step.

“Hey, it’s me!” Brad said with his usual arrogant grin.

“What’re you doing?”

“You promised me a dance, remember?”

You wanted to slap yourself for agreeing to it. “I didn’t promise anything.”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” he smirked. “You said one dance. Yesterday your guy didn’t leave you for a second and then you disappeared. At least, let me have one dance now?”

You knew from experience that he wouldn’t budge, so as annoying as it was, you put your hand on his shoulder- not to draw yourself closer to him, but to maintain a firm distance. If you were going to dance, it would be at your terms.

“Gee, I’m feeling very lucky today!”

“I can’t even dance.”

“That’s fine.” There it was again, the overconfidence. “Hey, listen. Me and the guys and some people from class are having a pool party this weekend. I’ll see you there, right?”

“I can’t. I’ll be working this weekend.”

He rolled his eyes. “I know you aren’t working. I checked the schedule at the library. So don’t even try to wiggle out of this one.”

“I don’t know why you won’t give up, Brad,” you sighed as you moved from side to side.

“Because I know one day you’ll say yes. No one’s ever said no to me… except you.”

“So this is about your ego?”

He snorted. “It’s because I really like you. At least, give it a shot. What’s stopping you?”

The fact that I don’t like you. At all. And oh, apparently, I’m married.

“I’m not interested in dating anyone,” you told him flatly.

Something in his eyes changed, they became darker, his jaw tensed. “Let me change your mind.” His hand pressed against the small of your back, bunching up in the fabric of your dress. The fingers resting against your shoulders dug into the skin. He leaned in quickly- before you could react- far too quickly.

Just as you braced yourself to push him away, another hand landed on your shoulder, right above Brad’s, yanking his fingers away none too gently.

“Y/N!” A cheerful voice exclaimed, pulling you right from Brad’s arms into his own.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” said Chase Lincoln, with the sort of jovial outrage that comes only after years and years of friendship. “How dare you evade me like this, you frivolous wench!”

You were absolutely baffled; next to you, so was Brad.

Chase turned to give him a dismissive look. “I’m sorry, mate,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “I have some business to settle with this girl, here. If you’ll excuse us.”

Without waiting for Brad to react, Chase whirled you away, single handedly managing to keep the both of you upright.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean,” you stuttered, as he spun you. His hands were light on your waist and in your hand- very respectable.

“Don’t say sorry,” he grinned. “I thought you were in a bit of a tight spot over there.”

“I was,” you breathed, still trying to keep up with his pace of dancing. You wanted to thank him for saving you from that, at the same time you didn't want to utter the words because you barely knew the man.

“Look-”

“Don’t thank me,” he cut you off. “It was the decent thing to do. Besides, my friend over there would have snapped a tendon or two, if I hadn’t.”

Chase jerked his head in the direction and you followed with your gaze to see Sam standing ramrod straight, hands balled into fists, jaw clenched. Even from this far away you could see he was coiled like a tight wire about to snap.

“He couldn’t intercede,” Chase said in a low voice. “And I couldn’t help but. Then there’s also the matter that I’ve been dying to get in a word with the lovely Mrs. Winchester. It’s not like Sam can come break us up either.”

Mrs. Winchester. The name resonated in your ears. If you hadn’t had all of the last miserable night to accept that fact, your legs might have just given out now.”

Chase laughed all of a sudden, the sound apologetic. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you or anything. You can ask me to get the hell lost and that would be that.”

“I don’t know what you want.”

At least, Chase wasn’t hurling abuses at her for ditching Sam.

“It’s nothing to do with Sam, actually,” he said. You noticed for the first time just how sharp his green eyes were. They gave you the feeling of being Xrayed. Not many people must be able to lie to him. “I have an offer for you.”

“An offer?”

“Yep. How would you like to come and work at Acton Griswold? It’s a great place to work in.”

You stared at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Wouldn’t dare.”

“I know Acton Gris doesn’t take first year interns.” Not even with recommendations.

Chase grinned. “Who’s talking about internships? Hell, no. You’ll be left with photo-copying and standing in café lines all day. I’m talking about actual work. I had the chance to go through your CV for the committee selection. Come work there as a part-time paralegal.”

“I wouldn’t fit in,” you mumbled. Chase’s words did not make any sense. You had no backing, neither were you naïve. You knew jobs like that had hundreds and hundreds of applications every week.

His eyes twinkled. “Trust me, you would. I could recommend you. I’m sure after more than two years of working there, I have enough pull.”

“Please, don’t.” Despite having asked Madison to use all the pull, you couldn’t bear the idea of someone doing it for you.

“Look, Sam told me that you helped him out with James’s case. I feel terrible about being swamped that day and not being there for him. Even his assistant, Stacey was on a leave. You saved that poor kid from jail.”

You hadn’t really done anything, and you told Chase that. His answering smile looked peaceful, like you had cleared some unknown test.

“Will you, at least, apply? I swear I won’t do anything to further your application. If you get in, it’ll be all you.” He hesitated before adding. “I won’t tell Sam if you don’t want me to.”

“Oh, no… it’s nothing like that. I don’t want to keep anything from him.” Not anymore.

Chase smiled. “Don’t worry, he’s too high up to be involved with the paralegals anyway. Word around the block is, they’re considering him for senior partner. He’d be the youngest in their history.”

You dropped your hands from around his shoulder, clapping them. “My God, that’s wonderful!” The grin spreading on your lips threatened to split your face. “I can’t think of anyone who would deserve it more.”

“That makes two of us.” Chase let go of you completely. “I’m glad he has someone who would be happy about his successes.”

That wiped the grin off of your face completely.

“He’s not the sort of guy who leaves people behind. When he left Johnson’s, he didn’t ditch Stacey, he brought her along… and me. I don’t think he has the ability to move on.”

The words felt heavy in the air between the two of you, and with Chase’s eyes boring into yours it was impossible to look away. He was imploring you to believe him.

He gave you his patented grin, one that said he was up to no good. “And unlike your college here, Acton Gris has no policy against fraternizing. I’ll see you around, Y/N!” Chase nodded and backed away, leaving you standing there wondering what the hell had just happened.

*********************

Sam hurriedly cleared his desk, in an effort to get out soon. Sundays were strictly reserved for Max… It’s a rule he didn’t break, Induction fairs notwithstanding. Those were mandatory for him as a faculty member.

So much for him dreading the Induction fair because it would be boring. Sam should have known nothing with Y/N could be even remotely disinteresting. In the past weekend, he’d oscillated from the nervousness of a teenager to a piercing hope. Today, he’d almost had a coronary.

Sam knew it was wrong. God, he knew it was wrong to want to punch a guy- especially a student! But he’d been touching Y/N… when she didn’t want to be touched. Sam could have sworn, that guy had leaned in with the intention of kissing her. He was almost sure. God bless Chase’s soul for jumping in when he did.

Chase had drawn her in his arms gently, and then turned to throw Sam a wink. Chase was the best wingman when he wanted to be one.

Then there was the new anxiety of having Chase with her. Y/N- she wasn’t like other people. She felt things too deeply and Chase didn’t know that. What if he said anything that unconsciously hurt her… or accidentally mentioned Max or something from Sam’s past? As it is the way she’d left yesterday had Sam on edge.

Abruptly Y/N grinned and Chased bowed just a bit. Sam’s whole body relaxed.

He turned around and headed back to his office in the Law building. Standing there, watching Y/N was only drawing him thin. There were still a few papers he needed to grade and then get back to Max as soon as possible.

Not for the first time, Sam was grateful for Max. In all this mess, his kid kept him tethered. Sam would have gone off the orbit and done something stupid regarding Y/N. But one thought of Max and he was grounded back to reality. Max was his first priority… not that the kid was making it any easy for him lately.

Sam had seen him looking at Y/N’s photo again last night. The picture, one of her standing by the balcony, was taken a few days after her first acceptance. She was smiling down at Dean who was mowing the lawn and Sam had clicked the moment unbeknownst to her. She looked gorgeous. Sam couldn’t bear to see it everyday, so the picture had remained in the first drawer of his bedside table. In his moments of weakness, he could hold on to it and remind himself, something that pure had been his once.

A flimsy material caught Sam’s attention as he shut his desk drawer. Y/N’s scarf from last night. He hadn’t taken it home with him, choosing to leave it.

Maybe he could drop it at her place on his way home. That would be an innocent reason, right? He could ask her what was up with her yesterday. Y/N had been miffed at Sam for not seeing her in the library often. That meant not meeting him must be a bad thing for her. Sam was more excited about the prospect of returning her scarf than he was about most things in his life.

The door to Sam’s office sprang open, making him look up in surprise.

Y/N’s roommate, Meg, was standing at the door, her face a mask of contempt.

“Meg,” he said, surprised.

“Didn’t expect me, did you?”

Her hostile sneer would have tipped him off, had Sam not been riding the high if getting to see Y/N.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t,” he said. “Please, take a seat.”

“Cut out your bullshit, Winchester,” she spat, coming up to him. “What do you think you’re doing making Y/N’s life miserable like that?”

Sam couldn’t understand. “What… what do you mean?”

“Don’t,” she hissed. “Don’t you dare act like you don’t know anything. Every time she meets you, Y/N’s a wreck. When she found out you were the one who got her home that night… she was besides herself. I’ve never seen her so terrified or more out of her element. And I don’t know what the fuck you did to her last night, but she couldn’t stop crying.”

Meg took another step forward. “You think it’s so cool dragging her along with you like this? Why don’t you set her free? Or are you that much of a sadist to see her suffer day in and day out?”

“Suffer?” He repeated dully.

“When I first saw her, Y/N looked dead,” Meg said, fury in each word. “Her eyes were sunken and her cheeks were hollowed. When she laughed for the first time, it sounded hysterical, like she’d forgotten how to do it. Hell, her skin stretched over her bones even when she smiled. I’ve seen her struggle day after day trying to get a hold on herself, learn how to be happy again… and if you mess that up, Winchester, I swear I’ll smash your face in.”

Sam knew he should say something back, anything, but the picture that Meg had painted was too painful… a hollow Y/N, the one that had left him in the hospital. If she’d been the same when she moved in with Meg, how many years had she suffered at the stake of such mind numbing agony? And yet, he had seen life behind her eyes… he’d seen her happy, smiling…

“I don’t know what you did to her all those years ago,” she continued, her voice like ice. “Y/N wouldn’t say, but I know it was enough to kill a part of her. And I know somehow it was your fault.”

“Did she say that? Did Y/N say it was because of me?”

“No!” She spat, frustrated. “I don’t know why she can’t see what you’re doing to her. I can. You’re a slow seeping poison. Just leave her alone. Y/N was happy before you decided to come back and wreck her life again. Set her free.”

Something was choking Sam’s breath, words just wouldn’t come out. Was he keeping her from happiness? Was that why she had fled last night?

Meg jabbed a finger in his direction. “Remember.”

She turned on her heel and was almost out of the door when Sam managed to croak, “Meg-”

Meg looked over her shoulder.

With numb legs Sam made his way to her. “Take this with you,” he said, handing her the scarf with shaking hands. “It’s Y/N’s. She gave it to me yesterday. It would be best if you give it back to her.”

Meg snatched the scarf from him and then with one last look of derision, stormed out.

All Sam could do was fall in his chair, hands raking through his hair. What had he been thinking? What had been playing at? As if there was any chance in the world that he wouldn’t remind Y/N of what she had lost. Of course she was hurting and it was his damn fault, because he thought they could be friends again, because he hoped it could ever lead to anything more.

And there was always Max to think of. Right in front of his eyes the flimsy dream he had brought to life collapsed in a heap of shattered glass. Maybe in a parallel reality somewhere, Y/N would be in his life, Max would be their son and everything would be perfect. This was not that world. Here, Sam was sentenced to live out his life by himself and he’d be damned if let Y/N get hurt because of him again.

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untitled-j.markström

I didn't even intend to post this at all, I was just writing this cause I was bored and really missed marky but @passthehockeyplease made me post it so enjoy this poorly written+not proof read fic?( idk if you can call it a fic) I know nothing really makes sense especially since the reader is playing in the nhl and it is a female reader but just go with it haha. anyways I hope you enjoy :) (also, please do not come at me for any mistakes lol)

warnings:swearing+alcohol I think

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You couldn’t believe it when you saw the notification on your phone. “Jacob Markstrom has signed with the Calgary Flames to a 6x6 contract!” Feeling a wave of emotions flushing through your body as your best friend, Jacob called you. You did possibly the worst thing, smashing your phone across the room as you bursted into tears of angriness and sadness. “What the fuck.” Was all you managed to mumble.

You couldn’t believe it, your bestfriend leaving the team you had spent years together on, without even telling you he was considering the offer. You heard a knock on the front door and you knew it was him, you walk to the peep hole of your apartment door to see if you were correct and you were. “Jacob go the fuck away I’m not talking to you.” You mumbled, just to the point where he could faintly hear you. “Please, just let me in. I can explain it.” The familiar calming Swedish voice rang from the other side of your front door as you hesitated whether you should let him in or not, quickly pulling your hand away from the doorknob you realized what you were doing. You latched the chain lock on your front door which you have never done before and Jacob heard it, he knew you didn’t want to talk but he had to talk to you, he had to tell you what was happening. But you never watched to see his face or anything of him ever again, hoping he would just leave Vancouver without talking to you and giving you and explanation and that’s exactly what he had to do.

“Y/n you can’t just do this, you both miss each other and you know he had to sign with them.” Brock tried convincing you to talk to Jacob but it wasn’t working. Brock and Elias are the only people you’ve seen since then, Elias stayed in Vancouver with you for the off-season as Brock went back to minnesota but recently returned for the season. “I can’t just do what?” You questioned angrily. “Do whatever I want without saying anything? Well seems like I’m not the only person that did that right?” Brock was shocked by your words, he knew you were hurt but not this much. “Yeah, I do miss him. But what the fuck can I do Brock, there’s no way he’s going to come back and play for Vancouver and there is absolutely no way that I’m playing for Calgary, him and I’s friendship is over wether we like it or not. End of story.” You started tearing up as you said that. Brock moved over in hopes to comfort you since he didn’t know what to say. “I don’t want to kick you out but I have to, I need time to myself right now.” Brock understood and gave you a quick kiss on the head as he walked out the door, pulling out his phone to text Jacob what happened. “You hurt her, really badly.” Was all Brock managed to type.

Tomorrow was the first game of the season and you just so happen was scheduled to play against Calgary, groaning as you saw the schedule since you knew you were gonna have to see Jacob. It wasn’t unusual for the season to start off with a road trip, so you started packing. Cleaning out your hockey bag since it was a tradition for you to do that at the start of every season, you saw something. “Markys hoodie,” You mumbled as you picked up Jacobs hoodie, he gave it to you last year while you were on a road trip in New York but you remember it like it was yesterday. You picked it up and put it on, remembering how big he was and the way the sweater absorbed your body, you knew you were going to regret it as the memories came back. Finding yourself crying once again, you picked yourself up and finished packing before you hung the hoodie back up.

The hoodie ended up haunting you for the rest of the day, even though it was sitting in your closet, it was the only thing you saw whenever you even looked in the direction. You missed him, too much. You would be lying if you said he wasn’t occupying your brain 24/7, you knew it was so bad when you were driving to meet up with the team for the first game and all you could think about was not being seat mates with Jacob anymore. “Are you sure she’s okay?” Bo whispered over to Elias as you pulled into the parking lot, putting on sunglasses to hide your puffy eyes. “She isn’t, and none of us know what the fuck to do.” Elias quickly whispered before you made your way over to the guys and hugged Bo. “Hey,” You smiled as Bo returned the hug. Bo was always like a big brother to you, you told him about any problems you had but not this one. You don’t know why telling him didn’t cross your mind but you knew that Brock and Elias definitely told him as he pulled you into a tight hug. “Hey y/n.” He smiled at you before helping you with your luggage. “Are we ready for the first road trip of the season guys?” Bo exclaimed trying to hype you guys up and it worked. You unzipped the puffer jacket you had on over your hoodie as everyone got seated, it was unusually cold that day in Vancouver but you were glad to be going to a city that was even colder.

You realized you didn’t have a seat mate this season which you tried to take as a good thing, it meant you could sit with anyone as long as they wanted to sit next to you. It also meant that you could sleep more comfortably and you took advance of that right away, falling asleep with your legs stretched out to the empty seat beside you as soon as the plane elevated into the air.

“She smells like Jacob.” Bo said quietly to Elias, not wanting anyone else to hear. “I know, I don't think she saw him so I'm guessing she has his clothes and was wearing them.” Elias responded right away in the same level of voice. They exchanged a look at each other, knowing that they had to help you somehow.

It was the next day, you tried to not think about Jacob which resulted in you working out at the hotel gym that the whole team was staying at. “Hey, keep some energy for the game tonight.” Bo joked, which was really because he was concerned about you but he didn’t want to let it show. “Oh I’m fine,” You said quickly while panting. “See, just working out a bit to stretch the muscles and be even better for the game.” You lied, it was to get your mind off of Jacob. Bo took a quick peek around the gym to see if anyone was around before he started speaking again. “Listen y/n, I hate to ruin your mood but I know what your thinking about. It was hard for everyone and I know especially on you but you know I’m always here to talk if you need someone.” You nodded at Bo’s words as he later on encouraged you to go upstairs and get ready for the game and that’s exactly what you did. You braided your hair tightly after the cold shower you took to wake yourself up, the braids were a signature of yours. Whenever there was an important game you would braid it up for good luck and it worked this time, outscoring Calgary 9-3 it was a win for the Canucks. It was hard seeing Jacob on the ice and especially not in Canucks gear but you did it, without crying or letting your emotions take over your brain.

“Yeah I’ll head back to the hotel for tonight, I’m super exhausted.” You said as you declined the invite from the guys to go out and they all groaned, but they knew not to ask you again. You quickly found yourself being the only one in the locker room, heading out with your stuff when you accidentally bumped into someone. “Oh my god, I’m so sor-” You cut yourself off when you saw who you had bumped into, Jacob. “Sorry- Y/n?” Jacob also cut himself off when he saw you, he didn’t know what to say. “Please stay, and talk to me.” Jacob begged as you started to walk away but you stopped. “What is there to say Jacob? You’re ‘sorry’ that you didn’t have a choice? We both know damn well that you could’ve told me first, or even anyone else. But no, you didn’t even try to talk to me till the news was out.” You said sternly and you could see the emotions on his face. “I thought you were my bestfriend.” You mumbled as you started tearing up, not letting him say a single thing as you walked away to the hotel.

It was safe to say you were a wreck, not even noticing the tears that were streaming down your face until you saw a reflection of yourself in the tv of your hotel room. Finding any alcohol you could in the hotel mini fridge, you drank it all. Knowing it was going to cost lots but who cares, it took a second for the alcohol to set in but you knew you were going to wound up throwing up by the end of the night. You don’t know how but Jacob ended up at your door, you saw the surprised look on his face when you opened immediately. He was surprised partly because you opened, and partly because you were drunk. “Can I please come in?” Jacob asked as your brain sobered up a little and you knew what you were doing, leading him in as you sat down on the bed. “They forced me to sign the contract, I wanted to stay in Vancouver.” Was the first thing Jacob blurted out, you were confused at how he was forced but you let him explain. Jacob started talking about everything before you cut him off. “Shut up and kiss me.” You whispered as you moved closer and Jacob was confused but he kissed you, knowing that he wanted to kiss you as well. You had been waiting for this kiss forever, even though you always addressed Jacob as your bestfriend, you knew deep down that you liked him. “Fuck,” Jacob mumbled as he pulled away from you, almost tearing up. “I missed you, so so fucking much.” Jacob mumbled before noticing the weird taste in his mouth, it was all of the alcohol you drank prior to him arriving. “How much did you drink?” Jacob asked with a deep tone of concern in his voice as you laid your head on his chest. “All of those.” You mumbled, pointing your index finger at the pile of mini bottles on the table. “Oh shit,” He quietly cursed to himself knowing that you were going to be very drunk when all of the alcohol finally hits. It took awhile but in this moment you were absolutely blackout drunk, throwing up in a trashcan beside the bed as Jacob held your hair back and got you some water. “I’ll go get you some water.” Jacob said as he rubbed your back softly and you laid back down, you took a big sip of the water before thanking him. “I can’t stay in Vancouver without you, I miss you.” You mumbled while tearing up at him. “Its gonna be alright.” Jacob held you tight in his grip and kissed your head as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, completely forgetting about the awkwardness and what’s going to happen when you woke up.

#oh god this is long #jacob markstrom #calgary flames #<- that HURTS #im also gonna tag canucks because its about him leaving :(#vancouver canucks #Jacob Markstrom fic #calgary flames imagine #nhl #hockey #hockey fic #nhl fic

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the-demelza-robins · 3 years

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american high school!jily (iv)

oh hey! it’s chapter four! you can also read it on ao3 :)

part three

JAMES’S GLASSES GET IN THE WAY. Lily should’ve expected it, should’ve known that when he’d backed her against the door, when he’d leaned down slightly to kiss her again, his glasses would bump against her forehead. He’s kissing her and she’s laughing, and she should be embarrassed, but this is James Potter and his glasses got in the way and he’s laughing, too, and they’re a mess and Lily can’t really think about anything except that Gretchen Prewett must be onto something, because she’s never felt this comfortable kissing someone before.

“How blind are you?” she asks, voice more breathless than she thought it would be (he’s kissing her neck, now, which probably has something to do with it).

“I’m nearsighted,” he replies, lips against skin. “Can’t see things far away.”

“In that case, I’m taking your glasses off,” Lily decides, reaching for them. Eyes. Hazel. Up close.

“At least take me to dinner first.”

Lily doesn’t glorify that with a response. She can feel the time running out, sand through an hourglass; there’s only so much left before she’ll remember what he did to Sev and he’ll realize that the sweater she’s wearing belongs to Roger; before Sirius unlocks the bedroom door and Marlene wants to go home; before the sun rises and the whole night is reduced to a dreamy haze. She takes his glasses off and tosses them onto a nearby chair, and then she kisses him again.

She’s only kissed two people before: Sev, once, in eighth grade — it was wet and gross and quickly extinguished any remotely romantic feelings she’d had for him. Then, tonight, Roger.

And now, James. Her hands are in his hair and his are pressed against her waist, under Roger’s sweater but over her dress, and his hair is so soft and he’s doing things with his tongue and the fire she felt earlier in the night is nothing, nothing, compared to this.

Just like that, he steps back. Just like that, the sand in the hourglass runs out.

“Lily?”

She takes a breath, tries not to stare at his lips (swollen) or his hair (thoroughly, thoroughly mussed) as she pulls herself together. “Yes?”

“Are you and Roger —”

Everything comes crumbling down. Her and Roger. What was she doing here, with James, when she’d finally gotten Roger? So what if James is a better kisser, so what if the look he’d given her after she’d kissed him for the first time made her stomach tighten? Roger was the one she wanted; had always wanted.

“We’re not together, not —” she swallows that last word, that yet, down.

James steps back, runs a hand through his hair. Crosses his arms. Grimaces, slightly, at the ground. “Okay.”

The room spins in time with her heartbeat. “I don’t know what came over me, I just —”

“It’s my fault,” he says, voice quiet, controlled. “My fault. I knew you always liked him, hell, I even saw you kissing him a few hours ago —”

“It’s not your fault,” Lily says wildly, unsure of what she’s trying to accomplish. “But — we can be friends, right? I’d like to be friends.”

This time, he looks up at her, a more genuine smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and he couldn’t have actually liked me, Lily thinks, if he’s taking it this well. “Yeah. Friends.”

***

Lily wakes the next morning to a splitting headache and a text from Roger. It’s simple, straightforward (the text, not the headache): that was fun, we should do it again sometime, to which Lily responds, definitely.

Ignoring the guilt settling in her stomach — guilt for what happened with James, even though she hadn’t made any promises to Roger — she pops an Advil and resolves to keep her phone on silent for the rest of the day.

***

The Sideways Diner opens early on Sunday mornings, and it’s there that Lily finds herself a twenty minutes later, talking about the night before with the usual crowd. Alice blows bubblegum bubbles and refuses to eat anything, but still she orders a strawberry milkshake, if only to draw patterns in the whipped cream. Marlene, dressed preppily enough to go golfing, bears almost no resemblance to the tired, sad girl Lily had consoled last night; she smiles brightly, laughs, Sirius’s fever finally, finally broken. Dorcas, half-asleep, leans her head against Lily’s shoulder, legs dangling out into the aisle. Lily herself feels like she’s been ground through a trash compactor; though her headache has subsided somewhat, different moments from the night keep echoing through her head — Roger, smiling at her in the dimly lit kitchen, hand on her back as he’d kissed her; James, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else when he’d interrupted them; Marlene, soft, quiet, wrecked; James, again, and again, and again…

“James and I hooked up last night,” Lily blurts out, unable to stop herself. From the other side of the circular booth, Marlene’s mouth drops open, lip gloss framing a perfect O. Dorcas stirs against Lily’s shoulder, then sits up, forking some of Lily’s pancakes onto her own plate and grumbling.

Alice is the first to break the silence, raising her eyebrows. “Well?”

“What do you mean, ‘well?’” Lily asks, brow furrowing. “James. James Potter. The one I hate? I hooked up with him, and all you have to say is well?”

“I called it,” Marlene says, a hint of triumph in her voice as she sips her orange juice. “Literally right before it happened. I called it.”

“Was it good?” Alice pushes.

“We just — I mean, we just kissed,” Lily sputters, wondering how she’d managed to lose control of the conversation already.

Dorcas raises an eyebrow, then pokes Lily’s neck. “That hickey says otherwise.”

Marlene’s laughing now, and Alice joins in. “I thought you got with Roger.”

“That was earlier in the night, before…”

“Before you got mysteriously ‘locked’ in the master bedroom with your childhood enemy?” Marlene asks, raising an eyebrow.

“We were locked in!” Lily protests. “It’s an old house, and —”

“Oh, so you just had to make out to pass the time?”

“Well, I got pretty mad at him, and we were fighting, but then we realized we were stuck, and he seemed claustrophobic, so —”

“So you kissed him to make him feel better, obviously,” Alice jumps in, smirking. “It’s what any of us would’ve done. The most clear path forward.”

“I hate all of you,” Lily grumbles. “Besides, we agreed to be friends.”

“And what kind of friend would he be, Lily dear?” Alice asks, batting her eyelashes. “The one that leaves marks on your neck?”

Lily wonders, idly, if her friends will ever let this go.

***

On Friday, after a week of texting back and forth, Roger asks her out. They’ve just finished their last yearbook meeting, and as they walk down the empty hallway towards the parking lot, he says: “You going to the game tonight?”

“There’s a game?” Lily asks, though of course she knows what he’s talking about. She’s a bit too aware of the soccer team’s schedule, thanks to him.

He nods. “We’re playing Rosedale. You should come.”

Lily can’t help herself from blurting: “I should?”

He glances at her, expression hard to read. “Yeah. I mean, if you want to. It would be fun.”

Lily feels the vibrations of incoming text messages in her pocket; thinks of plans. Marlene’s plans, to go to the Dairy Queen and get drunk, maybe, or sleep over at someone’s house. Boring plans. Usual plans. The plans that will result in a few new Snap memories and inside jokes, but nothing more.

The possibility of the game stretches out before her, as long as the corridor they’re walking down. She could go to the game. Cheer Roger on. This thing — whatever they are — could actually go somewhere.

“What’s in it for me?” Lily teases, trying to tell her heart to stop beating so fast. Is he blushing? The fluorescent lights of the hallway, universally unflattering, make it hard to tell.

He forms his words carefully. “I don’t know. School spirit? Yearbook photos? Ice cream?”

Lily laughs. “Ice cream?”

“I mean, if you want, we could get some after.”

Lily’s practically beaming, and it’s so embarrassing, but she can’t stop herself. This is what she’s wanted. This is what she’s always wanted. “Okay. I’ll be there.”

***

The game starts at six, and it’s four thirty now. After Roger leaves for the soccer field, Lily calls Marlene, who screams in her ear and promises to meet her in the bleachers. Dorcas can’t come because she has a violin recital but she tells Lily, almost fondly, not to fuck it up.

“Love you too, Dorcas,” Lily says sweetly into the phone. Dorcas murmurs something similar — albeit in a much less friendly tone — and Lily wonders how she got such amazing friends. She’s about to find an empty classroom to do some work in when someone calls her name.

“Lily! Didn’t think I’d see you here on such a fine Friday evening.” James walks towards her, already in his soccer uniform.

Lily waves her ever-present yearbook camera. “I’m going to the game.”

His hand flutters over his heart, Northwood High’s colors — green and gold — splayed across his chest. “I’m shocked, Evans. Truly. What prompted such a dramatic change in behavior? Possession?” He squints at her. “Whoever’s inhabiting Lily’s body, riddle me this — what was her mother’s maiden name?”

“Lawrence. And I’m, um, meeting with friends. And taking photos.” It’s not a lie, but it’s not the whole truth. Some protective instinct, buried deep inside her, doesn’t want James Potter to be the first person outside of her friend group to find out about Roger — even if James had reverted back to his old self over the course of the week. It’s almost like Halloween night didn’t happen, and Lily is absolutely, one hundred percent sure that he never liked her, that the combination of leftover alcohol and claustrophobia was what drove him to say he wanted to kiss her, not some deep seeded longing.

He runs a hand through his hair. “Keep the camera on me, ‘kay? I’m the star out there.”

“I’ll try,” Lily says drily. “Aren’t you supposed to be on the field right now?”

James shrugs. “I had to put my contacts in, and the locker room bathrooms were full.” He holds up his glasses, which he’d been carrying in his hand, and Lily’s struck by vivid memory: the way the glasses had dug into her forehead the first time he’d leaned down to kiss her; the way she’d tugged them off his face in a frenzy; the way his face, without them on, looked so vulnerable, even in the dark.

Just as Lily realizes she’s been staring for too long, James snaps his fingers. “Oh, I get it. This the part in the movie where the protagonist takes her glasses off, and the love interest realizes that she’s beautiful. I guess the genders are swapped for this one.”

Lily gapes at him.

“I mean, I thought you would’ve already realized how captivating my eyes are, Lily, but if this is what it takes —”

“Oh, shut up,” she snaps, color rising to her cheeks. She’s thoroughly humiliated, but she’ll be damned if she has to let him see that. “I’m meeting Roger after the game, okay?”

Now it’s his turn to stand stock-still, smug expression frozen on his face. He clears his throat. “Okay. Sorry. I was just joking, I mean —”

“No, I get it —”

“— knew we said we’d be friends, I was just teasing —”

“— it’s okay —”

“— crossed a line, and I’m sorry —”

“— you’re fine, James.”

He scratches the back of his neck. “Okay. Well… I’ll see you on Monday, then.”

“Good luck,” Lily almost whispers.

She watches as he walks away.

***

Northwood crushes Rosedale, 5-0. Roger is a solid wall, not letting a single ball into the net, but, if Lily’s honest with herself, James is the one behind the team’s success. Again and again, he scores; the stands erupting into cheers, his teammates patting him hard on the back. Lily snaps picture after picture, and when it’s over she joins her classmates in flooding the field, a crush of bodies and cheering and exuberance under the rapidly approaching twilight. The team streams out of the locker rooms a few minutes later. Lily searches for Roger amongst the sea of green and gold sweatshirts, and before she can find him, she makes eye contact with James. He’s glowing — cheeks still flushed from the game, hair flattened by the shower, glasses back on. For a moment, Lily swears that the pure energy radiating from him, the unfiltered happiness, makes him seem like a little boy again.

That last thought abandons Lily’s head as soon as she spots Gretchen Prewett running towards him. He lifts her off her feet, spins; not a little boy anymore. Something settles deep in her gut, and she turns away, not sure why seeing James happy causes such discomfort.

“Lily?”

She blinks; while she’s been off in her own head, Roger’s walked over, and now he stands in front of her, grinning. “Great job out there,” she says, not quite knowing what to do with herself.

Is he blushing? He’s definitely blushing.. “Thanks. I, um — wanna get ice cream?”

“Definitely,” Lily says, confidence rising. He’s nervous, too.

“Cool. I just have to say goodbye to everyone, and then we can go.” He holds a hand out expectantly. She takes it, realizing too late that this means she’ll have to see James one more time.

They weave through the crowd, shouted congratulations and praise following them as they move closer to where the majority of the team stands. Lily knows that people can see her and Roger’s intertwined hands, and the thought sends a thrill through her. “Davies,” Preston Fawley, right midfielder, shouts. “We’re going to James’s — wanna join?”

Lily looks past Preston and sees James, arm slung around Gretchen’s waist, talking to Remus and Peter. “What do you think, Lily?” Roger asks, looking at her with an unreadable expression on his face.

“I’m not really in the mood right now, can we stick to ice cream?”

“C’mon, Evans, lighten up a little,” Preston says, a glint of something in his eye. Whatever it is, it makes Lily want to stay ten feet away from him for the rest of her life.

Roger shifts his weight, hand growing damp in hers. “It’s her call.”

“Girls,” Preston chuckles, shaking his head. Roger returns the gesture uneasily and tugs on Lily’s hand.

“We’re going. See you around, Preston.”

“See you soon,” the other boy responds, and then they’re walking across the field, towards the parking lot.

“Preston’s a dick,” Roger says.

“You could’ve at least stood up for me,” Lily responds, “I mean seriously, what was that? ‘Girls?’ Like I’m not right in front of him?”

“With Preston, it’s better to just back away slowly,” Roger replies, a hint of humor in his voice. “Everyone knows he’s like that.”

“And no one says anything?”

“Trust me, it’s best to just leave him alone.”

“And have him spew condescending, borderline sexist shit like that — ”

They’ve reached the parking lot; Roger stops abruptly in front of a white Toyota. “This is mine. I was thinking we could go to the Baskin Robbins?”

Lily takes a deep breath — perhaps the subject change is for the best, anyway. She needs to remind herself why she’s here. Not to change the soccer team’s team culture, but to go on a date with Roger Davies. Smart, handsome, and her crush since freshman year. She pastes a smile back onto her face with minimal effort. “That sounds great.”

He grins back, and they’re off.

***

Lily orders mint chip; Roger takes strawberry. He pays — Lily protests only a little bit — and they sit at an empty picnic table. After a few awkward moments, they find a conversational rhythm. Between licks of ice cream, Roger tells her that his parents are divorced; that he wants to be recruited but is having a hard time getting scouts interested; and, now, that he really, really hates James.

As Roger launches into the first of many anti-James anecdotes, Lily wonders if this is what she sounded like whenever she used to rant about the boy. Surely she wasn’t so bitter, was she?

“… kicked the ball right from under my feet, then laughed about it…”

“Yikes,” Lily responds, wondering when this line of conversation will end. She’s finished her ice cream, and is getting cold; mid November means relatively nice days and lukewarm nights. She shivers, then imagines sending an update to Marlene, Alice, and Dorcas: never imagined i’d spend my first date with roger gossiping about james, but here we are :/. Marlene, Lily thinks, would be sympathetic but suggest changing the subject. Alice would tell Lily to just date James instead — as if that would ever happen, Lily thinks. Dorcas, no doubt, would advise faking an emergency and leaving. Lily does none of those things: instead, she sits, letting both Roger’s words and the cool fall breeze wash over her. She’s not excited, but she’s not bored, either; she’s comfortable, almost sleepy, sitting here. In fact, she could just doze off —

The sound of Roger’s phone ringing interrupts his monologue. He picks it up, and his eyes widen; after a few hushed words, he hangs up, then looks up at Lily apologetically. “I need to go to James’s house. We’re doing team bonding or some shit.”

What?”

“Preston says I should come, and it’s important that I have a good relationship with everyone, even James, in case a scout asks them about me, and —”

“You can go, it’s fine,” Lily says, and she finds that it is, truly, fine. She’s had a nice night; not a great one, but maybe first dates aren’t all they’re cracked up to be (or maybe Roger isn’t all he’s cracked up to be, she thinks, before dismissing the thought guiltily). Roger takes her hand as they walk back towards the parking lot.

“I’ll drive you home before I head over.”

“It’s fine,” Lily responds, knowing that Marlene would be happy to pick her up, if only to get the first scoop on what happened. “You should go.”

He stands, looking vaguely pained as he considers her words. “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” Lily replies.

“Okay.”

For a second, they just stare at each other. “I had a lot of fun,” Lily offers.

Roger’s leaning in, so slowly that she can’t be sure that it’s actually happening. “Me too. We should do it again sometime.”

“Definitely.”

He kisses her softly, and then his phone is ringing again. “Shit.”

Lily blinks, caught in an odd feeling of unreality. “Okay. Go. I’ll see you later.”

“Text me when you get home.”

“Right. Bye.”

He gets in his car and drives off, leaving Lily standing in the half-empty parking lot.

***

“Lily, can I ask you an honest question?”

Lily glances over at Marlene, who perches on the opposite end of the couch, mug of hot chocolate cradled in her hands. They’re watching Love, Rosie, Marlene’s favorite movie; two hours have passed since Lily’s date with Roger. “Sure, go ahead.”

Marlene inhales, as if about to jump off of some unseen cliff. “Do you even like Roger?”

For a second, Lily just stares at her friend, then: “What do you mean?”

Another careful breath. “Well, from what you told me about tonight, it didn’t really seem like you enjoyed hanging out with him. I could be wrong, of course. Please tell me if I’m wrong.”

“I don’t know,” Lily responds, testing the words out on her tongue. I don’t know if I like Roger. She can’t quite bring herself to say the words, to admit that defeat; doing so would abolish the one certainty that had lasted from freshman year to now. I don’t know Roger, she realizes. Roger is not who I thought he would be. “I liked sitting there. Listening to him talk. His life is interesting.”

“You find everyone’s life interesting.”

“I liked kissing him.”

“You’ll kiss a lot of people.”

“Why do you care so much, anyway?” Lily asks, suddenly defensive, defensive because Marlene’s right; because Marlene knows her as well as Sev did; because life would be so, so much easier if she could bring herself to like the real Roger as much as she likes the Roger in her head.

“I don’t want you getting into your first relationship with the wrong person.”

“How do you know that he’s the wrong person?”

Marlene leans back, tilts her head back towards the screen. “I don’t. But I think that you do.”

Lily’s phone buzzes: a Snap from Roger, drunk already, Preston in the background. She sighs, turning back towards the TV. “I think you’re right.”

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williambrown19 · 3 years

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X Tips Every Young Couple Should Know Before Stepping into Parenthood

The transition from being partners to parents is a substantial and life-changing event in any couple’s life. Sometimes this transition is planned and sometimes its unplanned but no matter how planned or unplanned you’re, parenthood is sure to throw curve balls at you that will knock you down. Even though parenthood is a very nurturing, exciting and fulfilling journey any couple can take together it sure comes with its own set of challenges which become easy to combat if you and your partner are in it together and prepared. Be ready for countless sleepless nights, spending tons of money, preparing for things at lighting speed and scoring through heaps of things and still feel immense love and care towards that little one.

A baby can make the relationship of any couple much stronger and full of joy. The new life gives you strength, courage and memories to cherish for life. Any couple who wants to venture into the world of parenthood must be on the same page, should plan things ahead and try to be patient in order to balance between parenthood and companionship. Raising a child is no easy feat, so being able to share the responsibility with your partner will make things very smooth and enjoyable.

Mothers do most of the heavy lifting in the parenting process but without a supportive, loving and understanding partner she too can succumb to the pressures. Suffering from PIMS, worrying about which breast milk cookies are the best (I would say Milk Mama) and various other things can take the best of any mother. But when a couple is in it together the journey becomes lovely. Down below are some tips that every young couple wanting to become parents must follow so that their transition is smoother and bump less.

Share your Expectations With Each Other

Couples and want-to-be parents should share their hopes, expectations, concerns, reservations and dreams about parenthood in order to understand the mental state of the partner. When you share all these feelings with each other, it helps bring you together on one page and build a stronger foundation of your relationship. It also gives you a heads up about any challenges that come to surface when you become a parent and then you’ll be better equipped to resolve them as you would have talked to each other in a transparent manner.

Take Regular Couple “Surveys”

Before taking the leap of faith with your partner do ensure that the love, respect and bonding is still intact and stronger than before. Ask questions like how do you feel about a baby coming in your lives? How does each one of you feel about your relationship? Ask whether or not you enjoy each other’s company? Inquire if both of you are ready and pumped to take the responsibility? Does either of the two partners feel pressurized or forced to start a family? If any of the answers to these questions are negative, please try to validate the feelings and don’t be offended.

Be Ready to Face Challenges Together

We all know the myriad of obstacles and impediments that parenthood will bring to a couple’s life. Lack of sleep, fatigue, no-time-for-yourself, and a general overwhelming sense wrap around you. These challenges are faced by all the couples but the ones that have prepared themselves for the onslaught beforehand can better manage the difficulties and overcome the challenges in a much better way. Whereas couples who just plunge into parenthood may get wrecked during the journey. The best way to get over these obstacles is by working as a team and being there for one another in times to need. For example, if the mother is worried about how to increase milk supply, both the partners should first confirm whether or not that’s true and if it does then they should be quick to take in best breast milk cookies or treats by Milky Mama.

Take out Time For your Partner/Spouse

Having a baby means the time will virtually fly but don’t let it make your couple time suffer. Balancing couple life and parent life are like an art, you need to work it out and carve through it with intricacy. Make sure you at least have some one-to-one time with each other every day. It doesn’t have to be something special, just little things like smiling at each other, hugging, watching something on T.V, having a meal together or a date. If your intimacy is suffering, mark a day on the calendar and make sure you make yourself available on that day. If you want to do something sincerely then you do take out time for that, right?

Divide your Responsibilities Beforehand

In parenting some roles are obvious and some roles are assumed. If a clarification isn’t made on which roles will be taken by which parent, then major conflicts can occur, which can have devastating effects on the relationship. Please be sure to be on the same page on which responsibility will be taken by which partner beforehand. If the mother is nursing the child, then be sure to be more supportive, compassionate and thoughtful as nursing the child is full responsibility which is tiring, exhausting and quite challenging in itself. From taking breast milk cookies to worrying about how to increase milk supply to deal with engorgement and pump out the milk, it can all be difficult for the mother, so divide the responsibilities keeping in mind everything.

Be Ready to Embrace the Change

Babies will bring monumental changes to lifestyle, and be ready to embrace that change. The routine, plans and schedules which worker before may not be valid anymore. So don’t be irritable or irked about it, be willing to try new approaches, new methods and have a new perspective about your relationship and life, in general. Instead of fretting, fighting and focusing on the uncontrollable things try to be more emphatic and considerate.

Takeaway

There are many issues a couple has to face when they decide to become parents. It's absolutely pivotal to be considerate, empathetic and mindful about your partner and his or her needs. A loving and caring home is the best home for any child.

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Hi there, hope you had a good Christmas. I absolutely loved 24, so many Eda and Serkan scenes.....however I am also confused by it. When Eda said she was going to speak to Grandma at the beginning Serkan reassured her he was nearby and then said he was going home.....dude that is not nearby! When she came to his place and she told his maybe she should go away, he was so gutted that it was so easy for her to walk away from him, I don't know if I am reading too much into this, but he was so sad.

Hello! Yes I had a lovely holiday, I hope you had a great one as well. Sorry it took me awhile to answer this, I wanted to pull my episode thoughts (now posted) together before I read other people’s thoughts. That scene was definitely altered. I talked a little bit about it here. You’re right that he says he’ll be nearby while she’s confronting Babaane and then clearly they added a line about him going home in post production. That is a huge disconnect right there. Kerem was not on camera, and the audio was obviously recorded as voice over later, not when they shot. This episode underwent some serious last minute surgery. So bizarre. I would love to know the backstage gossip on this one, because this level of alteration on an episode at such a late stage seems like an extreme action to take.

jan31 said: Why would he go home in the middle of the day to shave? He's not that type of guy, yes he has changed but he still values his company and a new partner just arrived. While people raved over the shaving scene, again it seemed muted, normally Serkan would be making all kinds of comments and gestures with Eda being close by, but he seemed sad in a way, even though they agreed to be together against Grandma.

I agree with all of this, and talked about it a bit in my full comments that I just posted. The mood in that entire seen was off for me, and I don’t know how to explain it other than the whatever they did to hack this episode apart and put it back together caused inconsistencies.

(more parts to the ask under the cut)

jan31 said: I love how he noted the change from robot to man with a heart full of love for Eda So many scenes of leaving and staying and fighting that I am in turmoil, I fear Eda will leave or break up with Serkan to protect him after the arrest situation as she realises what her gran can do. On the other hand wouldn't it be lovely to see them fake the break up, tell no one and fool everyone. Now that would be good viewing and some comedy no doubt, which is what we are here for.

I am banking on a fake break up or rather hidden relationship story and I think it will happen no matter what, but we might get Eda sacrificing herself to save him first. We shall see.

jan31 said: I fear it will be the first option though, even if it isn't in her character to run. She deeply loves Serkan and will do anything to protect him. Hopefully she remembers her father took a brave stand against her and married for love. When Eda went to Serkans and stayed the night it was another strange atmosphere, particularly when she was saying goodnight, he barely acknowledged her. I am not sure if it's make up or lighting but Kerem looked very pale and worn out in this scene.

Honestly, I think Kerem is worn out. He looks tired in much of the BTS I’ve seen lately. This show has kept a crazy schedule for 6-7 straight months. WITHOUT A BREAK. And now Fox has cancelled the winter hiatus, so there is no break at all. The cast/crew are only getting a few days because of the Covid restrictions over New Years in Turkey. On top of his nonstop schedule on SCK, Kerem has done the Hello photoshoot and interview, another cover shoot that was released today, plus he’s been shooting an entire other show on his days off. Aynen Aynen, which is just crazy to me. I hope he gets some rest soon.

As for that scene, agreed. I don’t think Serkan’s mood had anything to do with Kerem being tired, but it was another inconsistency in an episode full of them. In another ask I said:

I suppose the best I can guess is that Serkan knew Eda was confused, he knew he had convinced her to stay under the guise it would be platonic and the "last time." He's always been a gentleman with her. So perhaps he felt compelled, for her sake, to keep it in that place, but seeing her in the bath sent him into overdrive and the only thing he could do is throw himself into work to make sure the situation didn't go any further before she was fully ready?

However, if that was really what they were going for, they needed to give us a few more clues to how he was feeling. As presented, it was all just so weird. He’s been chasing Eda for weeks and finally she’s in his house, in PJs, about to sleep in his bed, being sweet and flirty with him and he doesn’t even look at her?? WHAT? Maybe we were also supposed to think that Bulca’s gift sitting there had him so embarrassed and freaked out and that’s why he was being subdued? Idk. Maybe he was afraid of some ‘I told you so’ from Eda? Or a combo of all of it?

jan31 said: Why the hell did he go to Bulges house and what was the purpose of her wrecking the place and I assume having him arrested in conjunction with Grandma. He should of called the police himself 🙄 Did she go to the party with him or to his house? Did she think he would stay with her ?🤣 The bracelet he bought her was amazing and what a lovely scene. But please can they stop showing us the final scene in the fragman Sorry for such a long post, but this episode confused me in good and bad ways

Hmmm, interesting, but I doubt he’ll be arrested for wrecking Bulca’s house. Why would Bulca do that when she wants a relationship with him? Lying about that and pressing fake charges would ensure she would never, ever get near him again. Grandma might want that, but I don’t think Bulca would agree because it doesn’t serve her end goal. Besides that would be too easily cleared up. There’d be the record of her calling him, plus any security footage, plus his reputation and his lack of motive.

However, I agree that he should never have gone to her house and if he did he should have called the police first. Hopefully, this is the end of him doing dumbass things while trying to be a good, kind person. Give me episode 1 Serkan back when it comes to Bulca, please. She needs to be put in her place.

jan31 said: The prince arrives next week, I wonder if Serkan knows the plan or grandma tells him he is a client. PLEASE Eda, tell him the plan Should be very interesting and as he is just a guest star won't be around long, pity as he is easy on the eye!! Fifi's interaction with grandma's bodyguard....oooh I am here for more

Oh I forgot about Fifi’s interaction with grandma’s bodyguard. That was interesting. We’ll have to see how that develops. It might be a fun romance, AND useful to Team Edser down the line if Fifi has a way in there.

The prince is handsome, but not handsome enough to temp me (or Eda) away from Serkan. LOL. I don’t know what guest star means in Turkey. In the US, a guest star might be in one episode or 2/3rds of the season. In Turkey, does it mean just a certain number of episodes?

Anyway thanks for your comments. I really hope the writing situation gets under control. I’m not someone who complains about the writing every time something happens I don’t like. In this case the writing legit has some base level technical problems that need fixing, and I hope the new team is capable of doing it.

#sckask #sck 1x24 #sck episode discussion #asklizac #jan31

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Hello! Can I please request a one shot of Lando comforting George in Baku after his car got wrecked during practice? Absolutely love your work!

‘Enjoy! ❤️

make a wish on the setting sun

All he wanted to do was sleep, he’d barely been in the car today but just having to deal with the fallout from this morning was enough to drain him. Just bad luck, can they come back from this? He’d had so much faux sympathy thrown at him, so many questions about the fate of his weekend. He wanted to scream and cry, he knew it was pure dumb luck that the drain cover had hit him rather than anyone else, but he didn’t know what was going to happen. He felt so guilty about the entire thing, he wished he didn’t have to look his mechanics in the eye without a proper explanation or apology. He wished he couldn’t feel the tension in the air, the feeling of desperation. Having the media hurl questions at him, questions he couldn’t answer, it felt like they were crashing down his foundations with a sledgehammer, trying to deliberately tear down what was left of his confidence in himself, in the car, in the team.

He said goodbye to the team left at the track, still trying to fix his mangled car. He was useless in this situation, just getting in the way. He tried to ignore the way that everyone was staring at him, whispering and pointing. The words struck him like a blade. Unlucky. Unlucky. Unlucky. It felt like that word was being branded into his skin, following him, taunting him. He couldn’t escape it.

“Hey George.” Lando appeared next to him, looking concerned. “How are you doing?”

“Fantastic, great, epic.” George sighed, glad that he’d put his sunglasses on, tears already threatening to spill. “Please don’t say I was unlucky, if I have to hear that word one more time -”

“I get it.” Lando interrupted, giving him a small smile. “Have you got any plans this evening?”

“I have ‘curl up in bed and pretend today never happened’ scheduled at eight, but I think I can move it around. Just for you.”

“Aww, I’m special.” Lando laughed, nudging George with his shoulder. “Knew you loved me really. New plan for your evening, go and get changed, and meet you back here?”

“Where are we going?” George asked, curiosity getting the better of him. He knew he really shouldn’t question Lando, who did things as they popped into his head, and never replied with a direct answer.

“That is for me to know, and you to find out, young padawan.” Lando waggled his eyebrows for full effect, grinning. “See you back here in an hour?”

“Only if I don’t get any better offers.” George teased. Lando gasped, clutching at his chest.

“I’m the best you’ll ever have, Russell!” He cried. “The best!”

“Oh god, help me.” George was grinning now, despite his mood. Lando just seemed to have that effect on people. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“I’ll be waiting!”

~*~

“George!” Lando greeted him, waving like an idiot. “Ready for your magical mystery tour?”

“Do you actually know Baku well enough to give a tour?” George asked, raising an eyebrow. “Or is this one of your usual tours of getting lost for a while?”

“Definitely the second, it’s patent pending.” Lando said, looking around. “I think we should go this way.”

“Do you have an actual destination in mind?” George asked, following. “I have no idea what is actually in this city, so you could tell me literally anything and I’d believe you.”

“Well, first we have this building to your left, sir.” Lando said, gesturing like a real tour guide. “This building is stylized in the Azerbaijan style, which is very common in this area of the world. The architect for this building became so famous, he was commissioned to do the whole city, that’s why it all looks similar. Very confusing, if you ask me. And along here -”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” George laughed, giving Lando a friendly shove. “You’re such a dick, you know that?”

“Ah, but a loveable one.” Lando batted his eyelids. “I’m the prettiest dick around.”

“I’m not even gonna answer that. There’s no way I’m gonna feed your ego.”

“No, feed it George, feed it!” Lando cried, ignoring the looks people were giving him. “It lives off compliments, otherwise it shrivels away!”

“Such a weirdo.” George said fondly. “How does Carlos put up with you all the time?”

“Same way you and Alex are still my friends. I was much more annoying as a kid, Carlos has the easy deal.” Lando shrugged. “I’m just adorable, no-one can resist.”

“I’m never going to be rid of you. You’ll be following me around even when we’re eighty.” George teased. “Racing around in wheelchairs.”

“And I’ll be winning, obviously.” Lando countered. “I’ll get one of those turbo wheelchairs, I’ll run rings around you.”

“That is just blatant cheating.”

“I call it loopholes in the rules.” Lando grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets. “So, are you ready to talk yet?”

“About what?” George tried to evade, but he knew Lando wasn’t buying it.

“Today.” Lando shrugged, purposely not watching George. They spent so much time under media scrutiny, there was no reason to add himself to the list. “I’m not going to say that you’re unlucky, but it also obviously wasn’t your fault either.”

“I dunno. It just feels like a curse, or something. The car is awful, it’s so fucking slow. With this as well, the team can’t afford this. You can just feel the desperation, it’s everywhere. This is the latest in a long line of ‘unlucky’ events. The media are waiting for a story, and I just feel… hopeless? Guilty? I can’t even take the blame for this, no-one can, but I want them to blame me. I wish they could.”

“You’re not at fault.” Lando said sharply, and there’s a hand on the inside of his wrist, warm and safe. “George, no-one should be making you feel guilty for this.”

“I’m making myself feel guilty.” George gave a shaky sigh. “If I can’t prove myself, then what? Do I want to be the guy whose career was done in by a drain?”

“That is not going to happen. You’re fast, and you’re talented, and you’ve worked too damn hard to give up now. Don’t you even dare.”

“But -”

“No but’s. I’d rather give you my own seat than let you give up.” Lando said fiercely, and George didn’t doubt that he meant it. “You’re going to get back in that car, and you’re going to show the world that you are George goddamn Russell, and you aren’t going anywhere. Got that?”

“Okay.”

“Repeat after me. I am George goddamn Russell, and I am not going anywhere.”

“I thought your name was Lando.” George teased. Lando gave him a look. “Okay, okay.” He took a deep breath. “I’m George goddamn Russell, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Now shout it!”

“No way, there are people around!”

Lando looked unimpressed, but he slid his hand down to George’s, squeezing. “Shout it.”

“Fine.” George huffed, taking a deep breath. “I’M GEORGE GODDAMN RUSSELL AND I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!”

“Ağzını yum!” Someone shouted from behind them, and they both broke down into giggles.

“I’m never doing that again.” George said, catching his breath.

“Yeah, but it was fun when you did it.”

“Someone shouted something at me Lando. I don’t even know what he said!”

“Pretend it was a compliment.”

“It probably wasn’t.”

“Shut up, pretend. Maybe he said you have a sexy butt, you don’t know.”

“You think I have a sexy butt? Aww, Lando, I never knew you cared.”

“Your butt is very sexy, that’s why that guy shouted it, obviously.” Lando laughed. “Ooh look, we’re at the sea!”

Lando ran down to the barrier, looking over to the horizon, watching the setting sun. When George caught up, Lando nudged him.

“Remember when we used to climb onto the top of our caravans and watch the sunset?” He asked softly. “It was the one little piece of quiet we used to get, and we just sat there.”

“Yeah.” George replied, a sad smile on his face. “Feels like forever since we did that.”

“Can you imagine doing it with our motorhomes now? They’d be screaming, ‘Lando, get down’ or ‘That’s dangerous!’”

“Pretty sure that’s what your mum used to say anyway.” George replied. “You were always getting us into trouble.”

“Like anyone believed you did those stupid things.” Lando snorted. “I do miss those days.”

“Everyone misses their childhood.” George shrugged. “Rose tinted glasses, and all that.”

Lando nodded, watching the sky turn to orange and bronze. “We should see more sunsets.”

“We really should.” George smiled. “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“Being idiotic enough to cheer me up. I’m pretty sure no-one else wants to go near me right now.”

“Since when was I most people?” Lando gave a cheeky grin. “Okay, make a wish.”

“On what?”

“On the sunset.” Lando said, like it was obvious. He turned to look at the fading sun, exhaling deeply. “Ready?”

“Uh, sure.” George turned to look across the sea, shutting his eyes. He exhaled, his mind forming his wish. Let him see me, really see me.

“Come one, we’ll do one more thing before we go back.” Lando clapped him on the shoulder. “I’d better give you back on time, don’t want your team to hate me.”

“Yeah, my mechanics giving you the death glare would obviously be the worst thing in your life.” George rolled his eyes. “Where else are we going?”

“To the scene of the crime!” Lando cried, heading off towards the track. George groaned, trailing after him. What crime?

~*~

He wasn’t going to lie, going back to that drain cover and kicking it, jumping up and down on it? Totally worth it. He’d never felt so energised, so carefree. His feet probably had a different opinion though.

~*~

“See, back in time. Didn’t want you to turn into a pumpkin or anything.”

“I’m not cinderella, I’m the carriage?” George replied indignantly. “Cheers mate.”

“‘There’s no way I’m going to feed your ego.’” Lando mimicked. “I’m obviously cinderella.”

“Aah, I see it now. Helpless damsel, curly hair…” George teased, laughing as Lando swatted him. “You said it!”

“Never helping you again.” Lando grumbled, but he was smiling. “I’d better go before the team kill me. See you tomorrow?”

“Course.” George said, pulling Lando into a tight hug. “Thanks. Again.”

“Don’t mention it.” Lando murmured, tilting his head up. “Remember what to shout out if you need to.”

“Never shouting that out again.” George reminded him, letting him go. Lando grabbed his hand, squeezing tightly.

“You really should.” He smiled, before letting go. He started to walk away, before turning back quickly. “What did you wish for?”

“If I tell you, it won’t come true.” George said, shaking his head. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Lando nodded, turning once again and heading off down the street. George watched him go, a soft smile on his face. He’d hold onto that wish, maybe it would come true. If not, he always had that sunset. He’d have to be content with that.

~*~

‘Ağzını yum’ means ‘Shut your mouth’ in Azerbaijani. Not ‘you have a sexy butt’, as Lando thinks.

As usual, crossposted to my AO3 (Charante_Leclerc) and prompts are always open. Enjoy! ❤️

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tisfan · 6 years

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One Hand Washes the Other

Title of Piece: One Hand Washes the Other Also on A03 Square filled: A4 - WTF Warning: unrepentant fluff, weird coping mechanisms, first date Pairing: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes Summary: Bucky doesn’t always eat with the team. It takes Tony a while to figure out why. Created for @tonystarkbingo

Barnes didn’t always join the team for dinner. Tony didn’t always notice when he wasn’t there. At first, it was because maybe Tony was there; they weren’t exactly on friendly terms. But as time went on, and Tony was a rational, reasonable person, the enmity faded. Grew into something like grudging respect, and then grudging admiration. And then, because it was Tony, it might have turned into something like a reluctant crush.

Tony didn’t like to admit that he liked someone; it hadn’t usually worked out well for him. Case in point: Pepper Potts was back on the West Coast again, and sometimes missing her was like an extra hole in his chest, and he was beginning to believe that his emotional make-up was something very swiss-cheese in composition, and he didn’t need any more random aches and pains, thank you very much.

So, Tony tried not to notice when Barnes wasn’t around.

It’s not like Tony showed up to every single one of them, either.

To keep people from fighting about food, team dinners were two different protocols; ordering takeout was on a semi-random, preference oriented schedule. Which was to say, everyone entered in their personal favorites and Friday would select what people were getting for dinner. Which meant pizza was regular, as well as Chinese take away. Burgers.

The other protocol was the cooking roster, because some of the team liked to cook, and others on the team liked to sit down to a home cooked meal. Bruce, for instance, made the words best baby back ribs and absolutely would not tell anyone his secret, even swearing the AIs to secrecy and Friday diligently kept her word (traitor) and refused to allow Tony to access the kitchen camera. Not that Tony could cook, most of the time, but it was the principle of the thing.

But eventually, Tony noticed a pattern, because it was Tony.

The first night they’d done cheeseburgers, Barnes had eaten his portion with a knife and fork. Okay, weird, but a lot of Europeans did that, too, and Barnes had spent a lot of time in Europe. Tony, who drank a lot of his meals (sometimes they were smoothies and sometimes they were booze, and who asked you anyway?) didn’t comment, but Clint did.

And Barnes stopped showing up on burger nights.

He’d never showed up for pizza.

Barnes showed up for chicken one night, but he’d backed up and left in somewhat of a hurry when he saw the containers and realized it was fried chicken, not baked. Clint had waved a drumstick at him, trying to tempt him, but Barnes didn’t even look back.

Tony couldn’t help but notice a pattern after a while.

Barnes never showed up -- or left quickly if he did show up -- when the meal was something eaten by hand. Spaghetti nights, he was as deft with a fork and spoon to twirl pasta against as anyone. He ate epic amounts of steak and potatoes. Raw oysters disappeared like crazy, and sushi was a big hit, but peel-and-eat shrimp or crab legs were right out.

The guy wouldn’t eat popcorn on movie nights, either.

Well, Tony knew all about weird hangups that manifested in odd behavior, and he wasn’t going to call the guy out. Maybe it was some sort of shame-thing about the metal arm, even tho Shuri’s design was top notch, really quite elegant. Or something weird about the way it clicked when he moved it, but… well, it wasn’t Tony’s business, was it?

It wasn’t until one particularly bad bout of engineering fuge where Tony hadn’t slept in days, but had to stagger out of the workshop because he was out of coffee downstairs, and staring at the fabricator wasn’t going to make it run any faster that he actually saw Barnes.

Alone.

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Sitting in front of the television, watching some late night, black and white, movie marathon and eating out of a bowl.

At first, Tony thought he had some of the left-over noodles -- there were always Chinese noodles of some sort or other in the fridge -- because the bowl was small, he was holding it under his chin, and he was wielding a pair of chopsticks with his left hand. The ridiculous mock up lightsaber kind that Tony had bought from Think Geek, because it was cool, and also because he was a little jealous that he hadn’t thought of it first.

Barnes didn’t take his eyes off the television, dipped the chopsticks into his bowl, and something crunched.

Not like a bamboo shoot, or a water chestnut, either, but…

“Are you eating Cheetos with chopsticks?” Tony couldn’t help but burst out. “Barnes, what the fuck?”

Barnes scrambled to put the bowl down; the chopsticks disappeared like a magician’s trick. “What? I was jus’ watching a movie, can’t always sleep--”

“No, no, that’s fine,” Tony said, waving that away. He knew quite a lot about not being able to sleep. “Can I just ask why?”

“Why what? Why can’t I sleep?” Barnes’s wide-eyed innocent look was both very good and damned endearing, but he wasn’t fooling Tony.

“Why do you eat like that, it’s so--”

“Weird. Creepy. Fucked up. I know.” Barnes heaved a sigh and by the time he was done, he looked somehow smaller and more fragile than Tony had ever seen him. This man, the one in front of him, blushing uncomfortably and fidgeting, that was a man that Tony could call Bucky. Not the cold-blooded killer, or the reluctant Avenger. He rubbed thoughtfully at the palm of his metal hand with the thumb from his right.

“Hey, I don’t let people hand me shit,” Tony said. “I am the last person to give you grief about weird coping mechanisms, I’m just wondering why.”

“Did you know that your computer keyboard has twenty thousand times more germs than a toilet seat?”

That seemed like a non-sequitur if Tony ever head one. Also, pointless. Supersoldiers didn’t get sick.

“There might be a reason I use hard light and projected imagery instead of something as quaint as a mouse and keyboard system,” Tony said. Also, projected imagery was a lot cooler than a clunky board.

Barnes spread his metal fingers to their max extension, all the little plates opening up to allow for the movement. Gold and black, it was gorgeous, and Tony wanted to touch it, poke at it, because, well, he generally had a boner for engineering, even if it wasn’t his own.

“Dust gets caught up in here,” Barnes said. “An’ other stuff.”

Blood, Tony read between the lines.

“There’s no cleaning features? That just seems like a failure in--”

“It was a little easier with th’ old one because there wasn’t a lot on th’ way of actual sensitivity. Used to brush it out with compressed air, but that shit is cold, and this hand can detect temperature extremes,” Barnes shuddered. “There’s coating on the circuits, that makes it waterproof, so like, I c’n wash my hands and stuff. But it’s disturbin’ as hell to wash my hands and see… grease an’ crumbs drippin’ out. Put m’ hand in th’ sewer a few weeks back, durin’ that fight with th’ Wrecking Crew. Took me almost forty minutes t’ wash all the muck an’ grime and other people’s shit out of it.”

“Well, that’s a disturbing image, yes, I can imagine,” Tony said.

“I jus’... don’t like to touch my food with it. And I’m left-handed, so eatin’ right handed is awkward.”

“So, you don’t eat things that you can’t use utensils for,” Tony said.

Barnes’ chopsticks appeared again and he hefted a cheeto and crunched it. “Saw this on one of them videos on YouTube, some girl showin’ how to eat without messing up your makeup, or getting chip dust all over your fingers.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” Tony said, and his mind was already whirring, because that’s what his brain did. Problems existed in order to be solved. Bucky’s chopsticks would work well for small things; chips and french fries and popcorn, but what about pizza? Cheeseburgers?

For that matter, what about raw sewage? No one should have to put up with that inside their bodies, even if Barnes couldn’t get sick, hadn’t he already gotten the short end of the stick with the unwilling body modifications?

“It works, at least,” Barnes said. He crunched another cheeto with pleasure.

Tony got a second bowl out of the cabinet, and snagged a pair of chopsticks. “Mind if I have some?”

“You pay for the groceries,” Barnes pointed out, but he poured out a serving of cheetos for Tony.

“Thanks.”

“What’s this?”

“Add-on,” Tony said, handing over the little disk. “It’s a-- well, consider it a deflector dish. I didn’t get a test audience on the branding, but since it’s only for people with high tech prosthetics, I don’t expect they’ll care what it’s called. Here, it goes on the back of the hand, here--” Tony picked up Barnes’ metal hand without really thinking about it, and the man froze. Tony was standing much closer than he usually did, and when Barnes glanced up at him, they were practically close enough to kiss.

“Right? Then what?” Barnes asked, not pulling back, and his blue eyes went deep and liquid.

“Well, I was studying the princess’s specs, and your arm still has an unreasonable amount of circuit heat, thus the plate mechanism, in addition to flexibility and strength, provides the cooling. So, we can’t quite do without it, yet, but she and I are doing a little collaboration, maybe make Steve Austin Mark III a little less clunky…” Tony said. “But for now… here, come here, and put your hand in this.”

There were not words for the look Barnes gave him, as Tony led him over to a bucket of slime.

“Go on, test it out.”

“I’m gonna make you clean all this shit out,” Barnes threatened.

Tony gave him a smile. “Deal. Put your hand in there, Buckybear.”

Barnes grumbled, but pushed his fingertips into the slime, which hastily shifted and pushed away.

“What th’ fuck?” Barnes -- no, Bucky’s -- eyes lit up, and the smile on his face was beyond joy. Wonder, amazement.

“It’s not very strong, but it extends about an eighth of a millimeter past the plates. Consider it a sort of electrostatic… skin. Works just like our skin,” Tony said. “Keeps all the dirt out, and…”

Bucky swirled his fingers in the slime. “I… can feel that. I can feel it. Not just pressure, not… I can feel that, Tony.”

“Yep, sunshine, that was the plan,” Tony said. He nodded to a cloth on the side of the bucket. “You’ll still have to wash it off, but--”

Bucky wiped his hand free, and then, before Tony was quite aware of what Bucky planned, those metal fingers were stroking down the side of Tony’s skin.

He told himself the tingles that it raised was nothing more than an effect of the electrostatic shield. He was lying, because he’d already tested it, several times, and he knew that there was no way any normal human would detect anything different about Bucky’s arm. That it would just feel like metal, smooth and supple.

“Tony, I can…” Bucky’s eyes filled and a tear spilled down one cheek.

“Yeah.”

“Why?” Bucky pulled his fingers back, rubbed them against his shirt, then held them out again, marveling. “Why-- thank you, but why?”

“Well, mostly, because out of all of us, you deserve to be able to eat a cheeseburger in peace.”

“Thank you,” Bucky said again, and he cupped the side of Tony’s face, as if still enchanted by the way Tony’s cheek felt under his palm.

“You’re welcome,” Tony said.

“Uh, can… will you join me, for a cheeseburger?” Bucky asked. And Tony might not have thought anything of it, except at the very end of the word, Bucky winked.

“Are… you asking me on a date?”

“If I said yes, will you say yes?”

“It’s a date, then,” Tony said.

#tonystarkbingo2018 #tonystarkbingo #winteriron #tony stark #bucky barnes #Bucky's metal arm #fluff

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do you have any fics with modern war vet!bucky and his tiny artist bf steve

Check these out! :)

Open Your Eyes And See by iamsonny_j (complete | 32,674 | T )

Bucky is a veteran; a year on from losing his arm and the men of his team on patrol in Afghanistan, he has recovered enough to be living in Brooklyn. It’s here that he starts to think about what the rest of his life is away from the military and how he can move forward beyond that, including questioning his sexuality and finding out what he really wants, or doesn’t want. It’s while at the VA centre that he reads about the Gender and Sexuality Support Group, run by Steve Rogers, and takes the first step to working out who he really is.

Bucky Barnes Has His Shit Together (and Other Lies He Tells Himself) by betts (complete | 14,159 | M )

You’d think a guy who owns one of the most successful bakeries in Brooklyn, has a million-dollar smile and that antiquated good ol’ boy charm, blond hair and blue eyes and biceps for days, would know what’s what.

But don’t let that fool you: Steve Rogers is a mess.

Nighthawks by mambo (complete | 9,531 | M )

Bucky’s working the graveyard shift at the diner when some tiny guy in Doc Martens walks in and orders a strawberry milkshake.

I Didn’t Know I Was Lonely Until We Met by rubygirl29 (WIP | 105,579 | M )

A cold day brings a broken soldier and a homeless artist together. It’s the best thing that could possibly happen.

Tomorrow Is Another Day by charlesdk (complete | 75,862 | T )

When Bucky got the door shut in his face by a tiny, barely awake blond, he never thought that said tiny blond would become such an important part of his life. Or that he would fall deeply, hopelessly in love with him way too quickly.

Late-night show (Thank you for listening) by PrinceofBadassery (complete | 17,359 | T )

Steve doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s falling for that moderator guy. Why else would he stay up until 4 for three consecutive nights effectively wrecking his sleeping schedule? He doesn’t even know his last name, he tells himself, but stays up another night anyway and really he has all forgotten about owning a mp3 player at some point in his life, because who needs that when you can listen to the radio and James’ voice?

But then Steve also meets his neighbor, who turns out to be pretty handsome and even though they got off to a rough start, this might be something, if Bucky wants to.

—–

Bucky’s heart sank and the dreaded feeling in his stomach grew with every word Steve said.“The guy is perfect! I bet he’s freaking handsome too.”Bucky wanted nothing more than to run his hand through Steve’s hair and press a kiss to his lips, because to him Steve was fucking perfect, instead he said.“What station is the show on?”“Station 13. It’s on at night though, when you’re at work.”FuckThere was no way he was ever going to tell Steve the truth. He’d never want someone as broken as Bucky.

Van Goghing Slightly Mad by Xanoka (complete | 1,541 | G )

Damage control. Now would be the perfect time for damage control.

“I’m sorry for calling your painting porn!”

Well shit.

Bucky is a Security Guard at a fancy art gallery and is absolutely not crushing on the Tiny Blonde Guy who frequents the Modern Art section. Nope. Not at all.

The one where Steve and Bucky reconnect by chicklette (complete | 2,873 | M )

Me to Kat: I really want a fic where Steve and Bucky date while Steve is smol, then they break up, and then reconnect when Steve is big, but Bucky doesn’t know he’s big, and Steve loves that because he’s 100% over people liking him for his new looks.

Kat: And you’re not writing this why?

Me: *grumble.* fine.

New Neighbor by quartermile (complete | 2,236 | G )

Steve never thought that a thunderstorm would be the reason for meeting his building’s new tenant, but he’s sure glad the electricity is knocked out and his new neighbor can’t find his candles or a flashlight.

We’re all playing the same game, laying down alone.* by flawedM (complete | 59,387 | unrated ) *cw past noncon ; suicide attempt

Steve Rogers is an art student and he is currently following a course about disability and illness. He always gets very invested with his models, trying to bring the best of them on the paper. And he is very good at it.James Barnes is a veteran trying to get his life together. This was just supposed to be an easy way to make money.Their encounter may change things a little.

Cerulean by sunniskies (complete | 42,929 | T )

Steve Rogers has been teaching art to veterans for two years. He loves his job, nothing can change that. Not even Bucky Barnes, the new student who irks Steve in all the wrong ways. He’s late to class, never talks, and has an annoyingly perfect jawline. But all Steve has to do is make it through a few weeks teaching Bucky how to draw and he can forget about him. Right?

Or, Steve and Bucky fall in love somewhere between acrylic paint and vegan lattes.

#anonymous #char:veteran!bucky #char:artist!steve #minipost:modernau #minipost:shrinkyclinks #minipost:modern!bucky #mod iamnmbr3

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I’m not sure if you accept requests but I discovered you today and I really like your writing. Can you write about RFA + minor trio when they’re in a long distance relationship? Where MC is from another country.

Long distance relationship RFA + Minor Trio. I didn’t know if you wanted them to have met online or in person…So I wrote both!!!! I hope it’s what you wanted at that you enjoy!!!

RFA~

Jumin

Met online

- Long distance? With him? Yea it wouldn’t be much of a problem. He is more than willing to fly out every month to see you.

- Once you meet up a couple of times and go on a couple of dates he starts offering to fly you to him so you both can be with each other longer than a day or two

- You find it really sweet how he doesn’t mind the distance

- Only if he gets like 300 messages from you in a day tho

- And like at least 3 phone calls

- Zen criticizes him for it but personally he thinks Zen can fuck off

- Expect a lot of gifts delivered to you with no warning

- It will happen.

- He got you a 10 foot teddy bear once because he heard girls liked them.

- You told him you wished it was just a little shorted because then you could pretend it was him

- You got a new one the same height as him within three days

Met in person

- He didn’t know if he could handle it at first?

- You being so far away constantly made his chest hurt but you promised that you would call him and text him all day

- Skyping, which you had to introduce him to before you left, helps him a lot because he can see your face

- Whenever he can he flies to you for however long he can

- The time away from you makes him realize how much he loves you

- He’s gonna propose to you when you come back

Zen

Met online

- At first he’s hesitant because like? He’s an up and coming star and you two met online

- You don’t even know who he is and he doesn’t know whether to be offended or relieved

- “You are very handsome, I could see why you would have so many fangirls" yea, he likes you

- You don’t just compliment his looks though, you watch one of his performances and you went on and on about how good of an actor he was

- It’s rare for him to get those kind of compliments from anyone other than Jaehee and he appreciates is a lot

- The first time the two of you Skype he is blown away

- You are absolutely gorgeous, like drop dead stunning to him

- He loves to call you his princess

- He surprises you for your birthday by flying over to see you

- Expect good morning texts and reminders to beware of men because they’re all beasts

Met in person

- It is honestly almost impossible for him

- Out of everyone he would have the hardest time with this kind of long distance relationship being used to waking up with you in his arms or being able to go on dates every week

- He’s an emotional wreck for the first month but he adjusts to it because he still gets to see your beautiful face every night before he goes to sleep (the two of you set up a schedule to talk and what not beforehand)

- He loves you so much but this takes a lot out of him. He misses you and being able to kiss you

- He’s so relieved when you finally move back

- He doesn’t let go of you for hours

- And that’s only because you made him

YoosungMet online

-This boy is a gamer boy, he’s used to online relationships (usually just friendships though)

-It’s odd to him that when he tells people his S/O is in another country their whole mood shifts?

-He doesn’t really care, he loves you all the same.

-Seeing you for the first time almost gives him a heart attack

-You’re cute, like really cute

-When you two skype/call for the first time he is internally dying from how cute you sound

-Even though you cuss like a sailor, but he doesn’t mind that because he finds that kinda cute too

- You two kick ass in LOLOL, you’re “that” team. The one everyone knows about and fears. They haven’t even met you but they fear you two.

- He really loves you, he makes sure to tell you just how much when you meet in person

Met in person

- It crushed him a little that you had to go away but he was okay with it because he is able to talk to you everyday still

- He makes sure to text you good morning and other sweet things everyday

- He stops gaming less so he can text you more

- He studies more only because you ask him to

- You surprise him by coming to visit him over your school break

- Lots of cuddling and picture taking ensued

- Lots of sex *wiggles eyebrows*

Jaehee

Met online

- It was on a site where you bitch about your boss and you two hit it off immediately

- It came up in one of your conversations that you were bi/pan/straight (if you’re one of the sweet bois out there)/ace/lesbian and she told you she was pan

- You slowly started to flirt with her because you had liked her but you didn’t know if she swung your way

- She flirts back, SHE FLIRTS BACK HOLY SHI-

- You asked her out when you two found out you lived within three hours of each other

- You couldn’t meet up till about a month later and you decide to go to a cafe and just seeing how much she loves being there you wished that she could have her dream

- When she quits, so do you, all to help her get started. You two spend almost all day everyday together, that means a lot of cuddle time and it’s amazing

- Cafe couple

Met in Person

- She said it was fine but secretly she was torn up inside over the newfound distance between you two

- She misses you so much and her stress levels suddenly skyrocket without you there to cuddle her stress away

- She texts you everyday and maybe slacks off just a little bit during work to do so but it doesn’t affect the amount of work she does over all

- You send her the cutest texts and short videos

- They help her laugh and ease the tension in her shoulders

- She gets small packages of coffee and the like from you, small reminders to sleep and take care of herself

- When you come back for visit, she takes the day off to spend it with you not really caring what Jumin thinks

Seven

Met online

- He practically lives on his computer so when he meets you? His life get’s a hundred times better

- He thinks that you’re perfect, after doing a background check on you to make sure you were real

- Memes, so many fucking memes

- 3am and your phone goes off and you just k n o w

- You obviously answer anyway, it’s your meme boi texting after all

- After a couple months of you two talking you ask him out

- He says yes…with memes but to be fair…you asked him out using memes

- Meme team

- Everyone hates it but secretly loves the relationship you two have. (they know all about it because Seven goes on and on about you)

- You’ve been dating for a couple months when you decide to visit him

- Vandy’s taser didn’t compare to that shock, but it was equally as pleasant

- And it was pleasant ;)

Met in Person

- He stays up to talk to you

- His sleeping habits get worse as do all his bad habits

- He starts looking at pictures he had taken of the two of you

- Your picture is his home screen on his phone

- He buries himself in his work when you’re asleep to distract himself from how much he misses you

- He feels like a part of himself is missing, your smile doesn’t have the same effect when it’s just a picture

- He’s scared he’ll lose you when you realize you can find someone better than him

- You visit him for a couple a days, those days are more than enough to soothe his fears

- He can do this, for you he would do anything

Minor Trio~

Vanderwood (THIS IS MY BABE OH MY G O D)

Met online

- He isn’t sure if he is willing to be in a relationship. With his line of work he could be putting himself and you in danger, especially because he can’t be there to protect you. He almost convinces himself to break it off but it all goes down the drain when you send him a picture.

- You’re smiling. He would do anything to get you to smile like that everyday

- He is protective of you, more than willing to make the drive/flight to you if he needs to

- He is a hypocrite, he knows that but you’re so special to him. He can’t just let you slip through his fingers

- He gets at least one picture of you everyday, he decides to finally send one of himself (Y’all know the one I’m talking about ok. That shit stopped my fucking heart)

- His face was red for a while after what you had said in response

- “Oh my fucking god why are you so fucking hot. Drive/Fly here right now I need you to fuck me holy fu-”

- You were a handful but you were his, and he when the two of you finally got the chance to meet in person he made sure that you would feel his hands on your skin and lips on yours until the next time you two were together

Met in person

- You’re breathtaking and he just stared at you when he first saw you. He don’t know what urged him to do it but he spent the whole night at the event you were both at trying to make you smile and laugh

- He got your number and before he knew it he was in a relationship with you. How long had it been since he had been this happy?

- You had to leave for job/school

- You would be gone for 2 years

- He felt his heart break because he thought you were going to call it off but you suggest a long distance relationship

- Anything, he would do anything to be with you

- He gets reckless with missions, trying to replace the ache in his chest with physical pain

- You scold him and he starts taking care of himself

- He had to live for you

Met online

- He can’t see

- How the fuck?

- You call him all the time and the two of you talk for hours when he does actually answer

- You’re the one to ask him out

- It’s a very laid back relationship

- No expectations or worries and you both enjoy it

- V brings up that he would like to see (*cough*) you and you agree that you would love to see him

- He takes a ton of pictures of you and you try to take some of him

- You spend nights cuddling and listening to music

- You read to him sometimes and he gets this sad look on his face

- You convince him to get the eye surgery and he cries when he sees you for the first time

- You’re his angel

Meet in person

- You are so gentle with him that he feels like glass

- It’s a weird feeling being the one who is taken care of

- At first he’s against it but you slowly convince him

- Then you have to go back home for a while and he can’t come with because he has things he has to do

- His mind sinks back into the dark place it was

- It isn’t until you two start calling everyday that he starts to feel better

- He is dependent upon you and you both try your best to talk as much as you can

- It’s hard, it’s really hard but you both push through it and you eventually come back

- He doesn’t know what he would do without you

Ray

Met online

- He talks to you for the original purpose of revenge on seven but…you’re to sweet for that

- He instead apologizes and says the writing is a bit smudged so that might not be the place, he says he’ll give it to the police instead

- He talks to you for a while more and you think he is really sweet

- You tell him to text you whenever since he already has your number

- He texts later that evening

- The two of you start dating a couple weeks later

- He eventually tells you everything and he’s terrified you’ll leave him but you’re understanding and you let him talk and vent

- You eventually have him move in with you

- It’s awkward for about an hour but then you’re cuddling and he’s crying

- He is so thankful he found you

Met in person

- I don’t really know what to do for this one if I’m being honest

- You meet in the mint eye organization

- You’re trying to find your brother

- You make Ray realize the truth and he escapes with you and your bro

- You have to take him back home in (Your country) and you’ll be gone for a while

- He doesn’t know what to do

- You text him everyday to help him

- When you get back you two eventually get together

#jumin han #jumin x reader #yoosung kim #zen #jaehee kang #seven #707 #seven x mc #vanderwood #iwriteshitforpeoplevanderwood #ray #saeran choi #mystic messenger #iwriteshitforpeopleasks #iwriteshitforpeoplemysticmessenger #iwriteshitforpeoplejaemin #iwriteshitforpeopleyoosung #iwriteshitforpeopleray #iwriteshitforpeoplev

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NYE 2019 in NYC: What You Need To Realize

Welcome! We are most likely to inform you just how you can take pleasure in New Years occasions in City of New York 2019 We have put together a listing of New Years Eve events for you to check out. What much better way then to commemorate the new year than in NYC at some of one of the most considerable new year's occasions. www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4sw2Cr8B5U

Picking New York City for a New Year's event is a lot more than just picking somewhere to go celebration. You need to consider all feasible occasions to ensure you have actually selected the best one that finest fits you as well as your close friends' NYE requires. To assist you decide on which New Years occasion is best for you, have a look at photos from New York New Years events from in 2014 making use of the side navigating.

N.Y. N.Y.E. Event Tips for 2019.

Below are some New York City NYE event suggestions that will certainly aid you have a successful night and obtain 2019 off to a wonderful beginning.

Beginning by preparing which N.Y.E. occasion you will certainly attending. There is absolutely nothing even worse than waiting up until the last minute to obtain a ticket to learn the price has doubled, and even worse, the New York New Years Eve event is marketed out.

Now that you have your New Years Eve event ticket, it's time to choose out something to put on. This is a brand-new year as well as can be taken into consideration a fresh beginning.

Don't forget that New Years Eve in 2019 will be a lengthy evening if you are going to pre-drink. The last point you desire is to be passed out on a couch or slouched over in your chair when the round goes down.

Make sure not to drive and also consume alcohol. This might be the dumbest step you can make on an evening such as this. On an evening where every person is bent on celebrate, don't wreck every person else's evening including your very own by getting behind the wheel. There is a lot of limo firms that have added team functioning that will certainly see to it you reach your City of NY New Year's Eve occasion stylishly and also in a timely manner to ring in 2019. Likewise, there are cab companies that will certainly enable you to reserve a taxicab (both ways) by obtaining your charge card details. This is a terrific means to see to it you get home from your N.Y. NYE event even, if you invest every one of your money at the club.

An additional excellent option is to reserve a hotel to remain overnight after your N.Y. New Years Eve event 2019. If you wait up until the last minute to schedule a hotel the night of your City of New York 2019 New Years Eve event, you will be stuck sleeping next to some roaches.

What better means then to celebrate the new year than in N.Y.C. at some of the most considerable brand-new year's occasions.

To aid you make a decision on which New Years occasion is best for you, take an appearance at photos from City of NY New Years occasions from last year making use of the side navigating.

There is lots of limousine business that have extra team working that will make certain you get to your NYC N.Y.E. event in design and on time to ring in 2019. Another great option is to book a resort to stay overnight after your N.Y.C. NYE event 2019. If you wait till the last min to book a hotel the evening of your City of New York 2019 N.Y.E. event, you will certainly be stuck sleeping close to some roaches.

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New Year's Eve 2019 in NYC: What You Need To Realize

We have placed together a listing of N.Y.E. occasions for you to search via. What much better way after that to celebrate the new year than in City of New York at some of the most significant new year's events. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4sw2Cr8B5U

Picking New York City for a New Year's occasion is far more than just choosing someplace to go event. You need to take a look at all possible occasions to ensure you have picked the right one that ideal fits you and also your friends' N.Y.E. needs. To aid you select which New Years occasion is best for you, have a look at photos from City of New York New Years events from in 2015 utilizing the side navigation.

City of NY NYE Event Tips for 2019.

Here are some City of New York NYE event tips that will certainly assist you have an effective night and also obtain 2019 off to an excellent begin.

Start by planning which New Years Eve occasion you will participating in. There is absolutely nothing worse than waiting up until the last minute to obtain a ticket to learn the price has increased, and even worse, the City of New York New Year's Eve event is sold out.

Now that you have your New Year's Eve event ticket, it's time to pick out something to use. Attempt to prevent putting on all black; this night is supposed to be concerning celebrating. Stay connected with the most up to date styles and also pick an outfit that will certainly have you feeling terrific as well as freshened. Nevertheless, this is a brand-new year and also can be considered a clean slate.

Don't neglect that New Years Eve in 2019 will certainly be a long evening if you are going to pre-drink. The last point you desire is to be passed out on a sofa or slouched over in your chair when the sphere drops.

Ensure not to drink and drive. This can be the dumbest relocation you could make on an evening such as this. On a night where everyone is bent on celebrate, don't wreck every person else's night including your very own by supporting the wheel. There is a lot of limousine companies that have added team functioning that will certainly see to it you get to your City of New York New Years Eve occasion in style and on schedule to ring in 2019. Likewise, there are taxicab business that will permit you to reserve a taxi (both means) by obtaining your credit card info. This is a terrific method to ensure you obtain home from your New York City NYE occasion also, if you invest all of your cash at the club.

One more excellent choice is to book a resort to stay overnight after your City of NY NYE event 2019. There are a great deal of hotels in N.Y., make sure to reserve your area well in breakthrough. If you wait up until the eleventh hour to schedule a hotel the evening of your NYC 2019 New Years Eve occasion, you will certainly be stuck sleeping beside some roaches. If that's the instance, when you get up, your day will certainly most likely be gone.

What far better means then to celebrate the new year than in City of NY at some of the most substantial new year's occasions.

To help you choose on which New Years occasion is best for you, take an appearance at images from City of New York New Years occasions from last year using the side navigation.

There is lots of limo companies that have additional personnel working that will make sure you get to your NYC New Year's Eve occasion in design and also on time to ring in 2019. One more good option is to reserve a hotel to stay over night after your New York New Years Eve event 2019. If you wait until the last minute to reserve a resort the evening of your NYC 2019 NYE occasion, you will certainly be stuck sleeping close to some roaches.

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N.Y.E. 2019 in NYC: What You Need To Understand

We have put together a listing of NYE occasions for you to browse with. What better way after that to commemorate the new year than in New York City at some of the most substantial brand-new year's events. youtube.com/watch?v=N4sw2Cr8B5U

Selecting New York City for a New Year's occasion is far more than just choosing somewhere to go party. You need to consider all possible occasions to guarantee you have actually picked the ideal one that finest fits you and your close friends' New Year's Eve needs. To assist you pick which New Years occasion is best for you, have a look at photos from City of New York New Years occasions from last year utilizing the side navigating.

N.Y.C. NYE Event Tips for 2019.

Below are some NYC NYE event suggestions that will aid you have an effective evening as well as get 2019 off to a fantastic begin.

Beginning by planning which NYE occasion you will going to. There is absolutely nothing even worse than waiting till the eleventh hour to obtain a ticket to discover the price has increased, or even worse, the City of New York New Years Eve occasion is marketed out.

Now that you have your New Year's Eve event ticket, it's time to pick out something to wear. Attempt to avoid using all black; this evening is intended to be concerning celebrating. Keep in touch with the most up to date fashions as well as choose an outfit that will certainly have you feeling great as well as refreshed. Nevertheless, this is a new year as well as can be thought about a clean slate.

Don't fail to remember that N.Y.E. in 2019 will be a lengthy evening if you are going to pregame. Attempt to rate yourself. When the sphere drops, the last thing you want is to be passed out on a couch or slouched over in your chair. If anything, save the hardcore alcohol consumption for after midnight. At least already you won't attract attention like a sore thumb and resemble that individual standing on the sofa with a lamp shade on his head.

Make sure not to drink as well as drive. This might be the dumbest move you could make on a night like this. On a night where everybody is bent on commemorate, don't wreck everybody else's night including your very own by getting behind the wheel. There is a lot of limousine business that have additional team functioning that will ensure you reach your NYC N.Y.E. occasion in style and also promptly to ring in 2019. There are taxi business that will certainly permit you to book a taxi (both means) by obtaining your credit report card info. This is a terrific means to make sure you get home from your City of NY NYE event also, if you invest all of your loan at the club.

Another great choice is to schedule a resort to remain over night after your City of NY New Years Eve occasion 2019. Although there are a lot of resorts in NY, see to it to book your space well in advance. If you wait till the last minute to reserve a resort the evening of your New York 2019 New Years Eve event, you will be stuck resting close to some cockroaches. If that's the case, when you wake up, your day will more than likely be gone.

What far better means after that to celebrate the brand-new year than in N.Y.C. at some of the most considerable brand-new year's events.

To help you make a decision on which New Years event is best for you, take a look at images from N.Y. New Years events from last year utilizing the side navigation.

There is lots of limo business that have added team working that will certainly make sure you obtain to your City of New York NYE event in style and on time to ring in 2019. Another good choice is to reserve a resort to stay overnight after your N.Y.C. N.Y.E. event 2019. If you wait till the last min to book a resort the evening of your N.Y. 2019 New Years Eve occasion, you will be stuck sleeping beside some cockroaches.

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