#one week of irina ... wow

[daily-irina]

day 7 drawing irina everyday

[thegamingcatmom]

You ask and you'll receive..

So this you probably have told me already, but remind me: what is it about the Denali sisters that interests you so much? 😏

Oh wow, that was fast. 😅

But I THANK YOU greatly for giving me an opportunity to gush and fangirl. 🥰

Well I mean, first the obvious: They´re hawt. 😏

Then there´s the fact they´re a little bit over a millenia old. (Guess I´ve always been into older women, lmao.) That´s just so mind-blowing! Like, can you imagine the things they must´ve witnessed? All those inventions that changed our world forever, the great wars and tragedies, the people they´ve probably met and so on.

Conversations with the sisters would be so fascinating! The stuff they could tell you which probs sounds like a fever dream, but it´s actually real because they were there. They saw it happening. That´s just-

ANSFÖLASNFDANSDF

It´s a good thing that time is something they got loads of, because I´d ask them SO many questions. They´d have to frequently remind me that-

"Honey, you´re adorable, but it´s been weeks and we need to feed...and so do you."

LIKE-

AM SORRY BUT YOU´RE JUST SO FASCINATING. 😭

Then you´ve got their personalities, which are basically the total opposites of the Cullens, lol. Like, it´s just so funny because, remember at the wedding in BD Part 1 when Kate was so friendly and, dare I say, tame when she went like "We´ve heard so much about you!" to Bella? Even her voice was different, all high-pitched to make her sound as non-threatening as possible, lol.

Then we see her "true" self in BD Part 2 where she was basically threatening Bella with zapping Renesmée to get her to work that shield of hers. And I mean, that´s just Kate, right? We know that now - she loves to live risky (well, risks that don´t involve the Volturi, lol). All the sisters do, I reckon. Or at least Tanya and Kate probs. Irina is more the silent bystander, watching proceedings with equal parts amusement and disappointment. 😂

Anyhow, MY POINT IS: They´d be fucking hilarious to be around. They´d be so chill and carefree because they don´t see the need to hide their true self like the Cullens do. Probs because they don´t see the need to "blend in" in the first place. Like going to school and some shit. Hell nah. They mostly stick to themselves, except for the times they need something from the local stores, like interior deco or something.

*looks pointedly at Carmen*

We also know most (or some) of the Cullens are ashamed of what they are, or feel like it´s a curse or something. The Denalis are the complete opposite of that yet again, at least that´s how I HC it. Perhaps it´s the age and they just got used to the idea by now, because what else can they do? What´s the point in moping around all the time about something you can´t change anyway? You gotta make the best of it. 🤷‍♀️

*looks pointedly at Edward*

(Wisdom does come with age, after all.)

So yeah, I think they´re defo able to see the benefits of eternity rather than focusing only on the hellfire aspect, which the Cullens seem to be in the belief of. Like, believing they´re gonna end up in hell simply for being what they are, yknow. I mean, I don´t judge them for their beliefs or anything. They were born in different times, so ofc they might see some things differently. But I also think the Denali´s age has kinda made them more...receptive to other beliefs and ideas? When you witness the world changing/adapting over and over and over, you´re bound to develop a certain "attitude", I imagine.

Which, again, their age just makes it so fascinating because they´ve probs witnessed The Bible being written or something, lol. Perhaps they were looking over the one or other shoulder going like-

"Yeah, that´s not what happened dude." LMAO

(Just kidding ofc. The Bible was written way before the sisters were even born, but I think it´s hilarious to imagine it, lel.)

And again, THEIR AGE. I just can´t get over it. Like, all those historical events they´ve probs witnessed???

The Viking Age

Christianity in Medieval Europe

Holy Roman Empire

etc.

yes, I totally went and googled "historical events around 1000 AD" and I highly recommend it because history is fucking fascinating, especially imagining the sisters having witnessed some of it

PLEASE. 😭

I mean, tbh, I could go on, and on, and on, and on, and-

What´s not to love about the sisters? About all of the Denalis, actually.

So, lemme summarize it as followed:

To the Denalis, the glas is always half full probs. Wouldn´t you want to surround yourself with such positive mindsets? 😉

Thanks for your ask! 💋💋

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

i might commit a crime for this fic im so serious

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OH THANKS! 114 sentences! Damn! Might have to break this one up, too.

SPOILERY - BEWARE:

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Buck looks down at the floor, scratching his neck. 

“How can you be that sure?” May asks. “Isn’t that the curse of this thing? It just… You think you’re fine, and then someone cuts their hand or… Or you’re a little overtired and… You feel dangerous.”

Eddie nods. “I know what you mean. But I know I’m in control.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Buck sees Bobby’s eyes narrow just a touch. 

“How?” May asks again. 

Eddie takes a deep breath. Buck finds himself inadvertently leaning forward in his seat. 

“There was an accident,” Eddie says. “On January 23rd.”

What is he talking about? An accident?

“I was somewhere between Plaskett and Gorda. Lots of campgrounds up there, around Big Sur. Easy way to survive.”

Buck has an image of Eddie traipsing around the woods like Smokey the Bear, stealing food from picnic baskets. A ridiculous conjuration, really. Buck can only imagine what he went through out in the wilderness. He doesn’t know when, if ever, he’ll be able to ask him.

“A woman was riding a bike on the road. Got hit. Driver took off.” Eddie explains. “She was in bad shape. Wouldn’t have lasted until paramedics got there.”

May’s eyes widen. “Blood?”

“Everywhere,” Eddie confirms. 

“And you…”

“Helped her. Used her phone to call 9-1-1. Did what I could. Ran when I heard the ambulance.”

May looks baffled. “You didn’t…”

“No.” Eddie says. “I didn’t. I didn’t even really want to. I mean, I did. The want was always there. Just not as strong as my desire to help her. My brain worked harder than my body.”

Buck imagines him, pushing through the bloodlust like walking on hot coals, doing what he needed to do to save someone. To be exactly who he is. The truth of him. The heart of him. 

“Wow,” May whistles. “You gotta show me your tricks, Eddie. I’m pretty in good, but I’m not that good. I haven’t really been able to have much of a life beyond online work and classes.”

“You’ve been doing much better, baby.” Athena chimes in. Ever the fierce, protective mother. 

“Yeah, but I couldn’t do that.”

“I have to be in control,” Eddie says. “For my son and… Yeah.”

Bobby looks like he wants to say something. But, before he can, Athena’s phone dings. She looks at her screen, frowns, then looks at May.

“Everything okay?” May asks.

“Turn on the TV,” Athena says. “To the news.”

Brows furrowed, May reaches for a remote and does as she’s asked. The screen lights up with a breaking news update of a press conference. From the fucking White House. Buck stiffens. 

“What’s going on?” Eddie asks. 

“-still so much we don’t know about the disease,” a woman in a navy pants suit is saying into a microphone. The camera zooms in on her face. A pop up on the screen identifies her as Dr. Irina Mikhailov, Director of Outbreak Response and Prevention, CDC. 

Well, shit. 

“However, at this time, after many months of study, we can officially dispel some rumors and provide new information about Hemodhampirosis.”

“Whoa,” May whispers. 

Buck swallows. He has a feeling this could be very bad for them. 

You’re so close, he thinks. So close to fixing it. The fucking CDC can’t ruin it now. 

“We have found the disease to have four stages.” Dr. Mikhailov explains. “The first stage is experienced by every patient. Stage One - Prodromal. This stage follows an incubation period of twelve to twenty-four hours, and is characterized by spontaneous cardiac arrest and restart, followed by long periods of intense impulsivity, violent outbursts, and bloodlust. Typically, the patient has little to no agency during Stage One. This can last up to two weeks, and varies greatly from patient to patient.”

“How clinical,” Athena frowns. 

Buck can’t help but agree. The description can’t begin to cover the terror of experiencing it. Watching it. Falling prey to it. 

“Stage Two we are calling Intermittent Disorganization.” 

Which makes it sound like someone a bit scatterbrained forgetting to clean out their garage. But sure. 

“This phase can last months. Between four and six, typically. Though perhaps more, depending on the patient’s access to care. It is characterized by bursts of the symptoms described in Stage One, usually in decreasing frequency as the patient gains more control of their faculties.”

“I hate this,” Eddie mumbles.

“Yep,” May agrees. Buck can tell she’s chewing the inside of her lip.

“Stage Three is Dormancy. This stage occurs whenever Intermittent Disorganization ends in the individual. It is believed at this point that the individual is entirely lucid, save for any pre-existing conditions that may cause them to be otherwise. They have the ability to regulate their impulses and remember their actions. Violent decisions made during this stage are more akin to a choice than a lack of control.”

[uncommonsprig]

Wow its @khoc-week I got me one of those. This is Faye

Shes new to the game but taking her responsibility seriously. In my AU she's a dandelion descendant living in modern times and attending university at the Bastion.

Shes 22, and lives with her best friend Irina who owns (inherited) a flower shop/bakery. Both of them are trying to piece together this new realm of heartless they seem to find themselves involved in so suddenly.

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

The Method of Revenge by Cara Devlin

Spencer & Reid Mystery #2

OMG ~ Brilliant addition to a stellar series ~ The ending took my breath away and left me wanting more ~ WOW ~ Just…W O W!

What I liked: * Leonora “Leo” Spencer: orphaned at nine, lost parents and two siblings, taken in by Uncle Claude and Aunt Flora Feldman, morgue assistant to her uncle, photographic memory, unconventional, reserved, puzzle solver, intriguing, learns something BIG at the end of the book

* Jasper Reid: Detective Inspector, adopted by Chief Superintendent Gregory Reid (deceased) when young, from the streets, an orphan, bright, educated, intelligent, has been spending time with Constance Hayes, reserved, intriguing, conflicted, has secrets that are BIG ~ Oh my!

* The plot, pacing, setting, and writing * That the story feels “of the era” and educates while entertaining

* That Leo is in a job that is atypical for women and does a good job when allowed to

* The mystery of the murders, who was behind them, and the way Leo and Jasper unearthed who was behind them

* The death photographs…creepy enough to tweak a memory and have me looking them up online

* Wanting to know more of the backstory of both Leo & Jasper

* The supporting characters that I hope to see again: Nivedita Brooks (Leo’s friend and a Police Matron, Roy Lewis (detective sergeant, married with family, works with Jasper), Uncle Claude who works in the morgue and trained Leo – what will he do with his wife and when he can’t work anymore, Gregory Reid (deceased - big part of the lives of both Jasper & Leo

* Being able to understand the motivation of the criminals while also hating what they did

* Knowing there is another book to look forward to and wondering what will happen next

What I didn’t like: * Who and what I was meant not to like

* Thinking about how someone could put monetary gain ahead of the lives of others – and the evil that some did

* Having to wait for book three ;)

Did I like this book? Yes

Would I read more in this series? Definitely!

Thank you to the author and Book Funnel for the ARC – This is my honest review.

5 Stars

BLURB

Murder never shocks Leonora Spencer. Violence is a fact of life in Victorian London, and most of the corpses Leo attends to inside her uncle’s city morgue are its victims. But when she witnesses a woman’s death at a popular night club, and then follows a suspicious hooded figure retreating from the scene, Leo lands herself in the center of another complex Scotland Yard investigation—right where Detective Inspector Jasper Reid doesn’t want her. In the several weeks since the unconventional Leo Spencer helped him solve an explosive case, Jasper has kept the willful morgue assistant at arm’s length. Now, the bride of one of the city’s most dangerous crime lords has been poisoned, and his primary witness is the very woman he’s been trying to avoid—if only because she is as fascinating as she is irritating. Disregarding strict warnings to stay out of it, Leo insists on helping Jasper sort through his inquiry. When a death portrait of two mysterious children is found in the victim’s handbag, and an unsolved Jane Doe case that haunts Jasper resurfaces, he and Leo begin to question if more than one crime—and killer—is at play. But discovering the truth might also mean walking into a carefully laid trap. Method of Revenge is the second book in Cara Devlin’s new romantic historical mystery series set in Victorian London. The Spencer & Reid Mysteries are perfect for fans of PBS Masterpiece Mystery’s Miss Scarlet & the Duke, and readers of Irina Shapiro, Andrea Penrose, and C.S. Harris.

[lambsgod]

due to her strict upbringing and the unrealistically high standards she was held to, irina had accepted the fact that she would never be able to live her life the way she wanted. every single aspect of her life was dictated for her, from the clothes she wore to the people she spent her time with, and adulthood hadn't provided her with much more freedom. just getting the permission to attend the event she'd met mik at felt like a major concession on her family and their team's part, but she was certain she'd never be allowed out without a chaperone if they ever found out she ended up back at some stranger's hotel room. they hadn't done anything too damaging to her image, not yet at least, but what actually took place within that room mattered less than the fact that she'd gone there with him in the first place. if the damage was already done, she might as well just do what she wanted, especially since this may be her first and last time to do so. "wow! just like a real rockstar, you are like... what's the name? like nick jagger! that sounds very exciting..." she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement herself, just getting to be around someone with such a fascinating life, certain that this night would live on in her memory forever as the wildest thing she'd ever done. a rockstar like him must have a life full of spontaneous adventures of this sort, so much so that he probably wouldn't even remember her in a few weeks, though she tried not to think about how little their time together would come to mean to him. her goal for the night was to live in the moment, and that's exactly how she'd gotten to this point with mik. "i don't know... nobody cool ever comes to my country— it is very small..." so much so that irina herself would likely be the only one in the crowd, given she doubted anyone else would have heard of his band, but she certainly had the money to compensate them handsomely for the private show, had she been allowed to actually spend it the way she wanted to. "i bet..." his polite demeanor was nice, especially when they'd first begun getting acquainted, but now that she'd become comfortable with him, she couldn't help but wish he'd leave his respect at the door and ravish her the way she'd only ever dreamt of being ravished. just because she was the pinnacle of class and dignity, that didn't mean she didn't yearn to be seen as a sexual being, for her desires to be validated and brought to fruition. she wouldn't have known how to ask for it if she tried, and though what he'd asked for was much more tame than what she really wanted, she was immensely grateful that mik was the one to make the first official move. cheeks flushed, she shyly averted her gaze down to her lap, teeth sinking into her plump lower lip to try and hide her giddy grin as she took a moment to compose herself before responding. "i was afraid you would never ask," she chuckled, looking back up to meet his gaze before leaning in. with her heart hammering in her chest and a comfortable heat settling over the surface of her skin, irina slipped her hand through his curls to cradle the back of his head, a soft hum of appreciation vibrating against his lips as she relaxed into the kiss. her enthusiasm had her body moving before her mind could catch up, teeth somehow sinking into his lip amidst her over-excitement, and when she realized what she'd done a fraction of a second later, she pulled back with wide eyes, hand covering her mouth in shock and shame. "sorry, sorry... it was an accident..."

his romantic experience with girls might've been few and far between but he'd grown up surrounded by women, his bossy sisters and hard-working mother had instilled a thoughtfulness in him for the things which he did not understand. women were confusing and mysterious to him and he didn't always understand why they did the things they did when he thought life was supposed to be extremely simple but he had an empathy that might have otherwise been missing had he not grown up the way he had. he wanted to ask irina about her life, about where she grew up and what her family was like, in part because it'd give him an excuse to talk about himself too but he could feel her hesitation when they started to get too personal. it wasn't unlike him to jump ahead and get overly attached to the idea of something before it had even begun, they hadn't even spent the night together and he was already planning out what their relationship was going to look like but he couldn't help it. like a child unable to sleep before christmas, mik was controlled by his excitement and imagination. how could he not want a woman like her all to himself? was it so wrong to believe in things like love at first sight? "a bus! yes, i think so. i think we will have a hotel too but i want to sleep on the bus, in those bunk bed things. it feels more rockstar, right?" he tried not to look too disappointed as she gently turned his offer down, though there was little he could do to stop his wide grin from drooping a little. he didn't pry as to what the reasons were preventing her from coming along despite wanting to. it'd be so much fun, maybe he was getting a little ahead of himself but it felt like they were on the same wavelength, his eagerness was paralleled in her own and having that kind of energy around would surely make the tour even more exciting, if that were possible. "ah... well, you should still come to a show! we will come to your city." he might not have known where that was but he spoke with the confidence of someone who would make his plans come to fruition no matter what. despite agreeing to come back to his room with him, mikhail was still trying to deceiver what is was that irina was hoping would happen. sitting on the bed talking about his music career was all well and good but he was still only a man and couldn't help but get distracted by the suggestive tone her voice had taken and the way she let his fingers linger around her pouted lips. girls liked to be treated like with respect, at least that was what he'd been taught and a classy lady like irina wouldn't want to be the recipient of mik's dog-like excitement so he had to tone it down. "yeah... yeah- really helpful." he swallowed and let his eyes dart between her mouth and eyes as he tried to distinguish the secret meaning behind her words. after a moment or two, his revolve crumbled and he scooted closer to her, his hand still up to her mouth till he brought it away and curled it around her cheek instead, thumb rubbing slowly across her peachy skin. "can i kiss you?"

[ms--sarcastic]

So had to watch Love is Blind Reunion on live on someone’s TikTok because Netflix was a joke tonight. But here are my overall thoughts if anybody cares.

1. The fact that Jackie was talking mad-ish for the past weeks and then didn’t even have the nerve to show up to the reunion is just wow. Honestly, Josh and her seem like a well-suited couple.

2. I feel like Marshall was holding back a lot and honestly it was probably because he’s not trying to look like the bad guy and it’s really hard to say your peace when it’s one-sided. When Zack went off on Irina at least she was there.

3. Which brings me to my next point. Zach, calling out Irena was exactly what I needed to happen. She was just defending herself because the show made her look so bad and there’s only so much editing can do. And the fact is that there was a lot more behind the scenes we will never fully know.

4. Zach, defending Paul was really funny to watch. I don’t think it was his business but understand it’s the lawyer in him and Paul is his friend. I do feel like both Paul and Micah kind of played it, so neither one seems like the true villain. I do think Micah got the short end of that stick because of her mean girl status before the wedding. I do think Paul had kind of made up his mind because he didn’t exactly like Micah as a person. I know it’s hard when you love someone to kind of accept that and you end up making a lot of excuses for it. I do think he was a bit harsh, but I could see what he’s coming from..

5. Brett and Tiffany definitely should have had more screen time but I understand that their relationship has been the lease dramatic so there was not much to say.

6. Zack and Bliss are just the perfect amount of sweet and crunchy that I love because honestly couples that are in love in real life are cringe he. That stuff is only super romantic in romcoms. And the fact that they do not care it’s just a testament of how in love they are. I did have a theory that Bliss was pregnant because of her lack of attendance to promotional stuff.

7. Vanessa was super annoying. She seemed to be attacking Paul and Marshall, and she let Jackie off the hook way too easily. The video of her talking to Jackie was incredibly upsetting because of the way she did Jackie like her best . friend or something. I think Marshall deserved better than that.

8. I’m actually surprised that Chelsea and Kwame are still together. Everyone’s betting on when they’re going to break up but I think they have a chance to make it. Their dynamic is very similar to Amber and Barnett in the case that the girl seems to be more into it than the guy, but Amber and Barnett are still together 3+ years and counting. So I think Chelsea and Kwame might just prove the haters wrong. 

[queen-ofsunflowers]

My favorite moments I've written for Shujin Assassins so far:

Kayano: How do you say ‘unkillable’ in Japanese? (Ren pauses and thinks about it.)

Ren: Korosenai. (The entire class whips around at the sound of Ren speaking.) Korosenai… Koro… sen...nai… Koro...sen...sei? ...Korosensei? Huh? 

Nagisa: Korosensei? (Ren pauses. Oh crap, he said all that out loud.)

Korosensei: A pleasure to finally hear more of that voice of yours, Amamiya. Five whole words!

---

Korosensei: Shoot and stab all you want, class! Even with this handicap, I am too fast for you! (Ren looks up and takes the gun from Nagisa.)

Nagisa: Hey, what—

Korosensei: Only in your dreams do you have any hope of getting the deed done— (Ren fires, not aiming for Korosensei but the rope tied to the tree. The rope breaks and Korosensei, stunned, falls. They watch as the rest of the class takes the initiative to attack him, forcing a panicked Korosensei to roll around on the ground.)

Ann: Wow. I didn’t know a BB could break a rope like that!

Ren: It was starting to break anyway.

---

Ren: You’d really help me?

Ryuji: ‘course. We’re friends, aren’t we? (Ren blinks. But they’ve only known each other for like… a week and half. He still smiles all the same.) Ain’t that right, Ren-Ren? (A shiver goes up Ren’s spine at the sound of that nickname. Of all things to call him…) So call me Ryuji, got it?

Ren: Thanks. I think I’ll stick with Sakamoto.

Ryuji: Oh man, that's cold.

---

Kataoka: Does anyone else think it's weird that she’s all over Korosensei?

Ryuji: I dunno. Maybe she’s into tentacles. (Someone swiftly kicks his seat.) OW! Hey! What was that for?!

---

Ann: But we bought those for ourselves! *groan* I was so looking forward to that for later…!

Shiho: I’m starting to think that he just used this lab to feed his junk food habit until payday.

Ren: Why does an octopus need to get paid a teacher’s salary…?

Shiho: Huh. Eleven words now.

Ren: What?

---

(And the door opens before Ren can run away.) Oh.  

Ren: Uh… H-Hello. Sir.

Principal: (more warmly that Ren expected) I look forward to your midterm results. Let your mother know that I said hello, would you? (Ren swallows and nods. When he leaves, that warmth disappears and is replaced by ice cold.)

---

Ann grabs Ren’s wrist to pull him back to her.)

Ren: Huh? What’s up?

Ann: Did you really mean all that? (Ren raises a brow.) What you said to those guys back there. About us. Did you really mean it?

Ren: ...Every word. Why?

Ann: ...Like I told Kayano, I always thought I was an outcast because of my looks or the fact that I didn’t grow up here. So hearing all that… Thank you. I really appreciated it.

Ren: No problem. It’s like Ryuji told me. We outcasts have to stick together, don’t we?

Ann: *giggle* Right! ...um, hey. If you want to, you can call me Ann, alright?

Ren: Okay.

Ann: Okay! And… thanks again. ...Ren-Ren. (Ren bristles, turning bright red. Ann laughs out loud, patting his back.) I’m just messing with you!

Ren: Please don’t do that… (Nearly killed him…) Can you maybe… not call me that?

Ann: Okay, okay! (She’s still laughing.) I promise!

---

Nagisa: What did you even do to them?

Ren: I have no idea. I got this really bad headache… and I think I heard a voice in my head? There was this thing… I’m not sure what it was.

Nagisa: Whatever it is, I could help with it. We’ll figure out what it is.

Ren: You don’t have to.

Nagisa: I’m already figuring out Korosensei’s weaknesses. Who knows? Maybe whatever that was 

Ren: You’re not… freaked out?

Nagisa: Amamiya, our teacher is a giant yellow octopus. Whatever happened to you is the least strange thing that I’ve seen this year. We can figure out what it is. And hopefully it’ll help us with our assassination.

Ren: *nods* Right! Let’s do this! (He holds out his hand. Nagisa stares at it for a moment before shaking it.)

---

Ryuji: Wow, she’s seriously cute.

Ren: She doesn’t really look like an assassin.

Shiho: Neither do we. But still… I’m curious about what this new girl’s all about. Amamiya turned out to be quite the joker.

Ren: Joker?

Shiho: A wild card! I mean, you didn’t hesitate to jump out a window or off of a cliff.

---

Ann: Uh, no offense but I don’t think your usual tactics will fool Mr. Karasuma. He knows your M.O.

Irina: Don’t you think I don’t know that!? (She sighs.) It’s like a paid escort trying to put the moves on her old man. (Ren shivers at the image.) If I don’t get this done, I’ll have to leave.

Ann: What?!

Irina: C’mere, I wanna try something. (She drags Ann off.)

---

Kayano: Here’s the thing, if they really are related… I mean, don’t you think that Korosensei would’ve known about it?

Fuwa: Hmm… not necessarily.

Ren: Right. They could’ve been separated at some point.

Kayano: Um, that still doesn’t explain why Itona’s human.

Fuwa: Easy. He’s a mutation.

Kayano: You’ve totally glossed over the core issue here!

Ann: Uh, no offense, but the whole separation thing is really kinda cliche.

Fuwa: Hey, no one asked for your criticism.

Ann: If you didn’t notice already, we’re sorta dealing with real life!

---

Sugino pitches and Shindo swings again. The ball hits the bat, and Ren leaps back just in time, flipping backwards and actually sticking the landing.)

Karma: (jumping up to catch the ball.) Oh, now you’re just showing off. Heads up, Nagisa! (He tosses the ball to their catcher, who tags the home plate.

Ren: Maybe.

---

(The whole time Ren had been taunting Takaoka and keeping everyone’s eyes on him, Nagisa had come around to sneak up behind him. The cat and the snake both strike, Ren flipping over Takaoka’s shoulders as Nagisa brings him down to the ground, knife at his neck and a hand covering his eyes.)

Nagisa: Looks like we win.

Ren: Nagisa, you’re using the back of the knife.

Nagisa: Huh?

---

 (She jumps onto his back.)

Terasaka: What the hell?!

Shiho: What the heck did you mean when you called me a rabbit?! If I’m a rabbit, does that mean you don’t think I can kick your ass?! Because I can! (Her weight eventually toppled them both over and they landed in the water. Ann laughs as she goes to help them up. Ren moves over to get his glasses from Karma.)

---

Ren: And finally, the grand overachiever himself holding the top spot: student council president Gakushu Asano. He got the top spot in the National Mock Exams, and tends to get perfect scores in just about every subject. He’s the principal’s only son, so I think that might have something to do with it. if we could somehow catch him off guard, surprise him somehow, it could get him to mess up and make a mistake. He’s always been like that as far as I can remember. For example, despite being adept at martial arts, he didn’t remember how to catch himself when he fell after I… might’ve shoved him.

Shiho: You know a lot about Asano. It’s kind of creepy. (Ren only hums in reply. It’s not that creepy when you think about it.)

---

(Ren’s eyes widened. He… He actually did it?)

Ryuji: Way to stick it to that know-it-all, man! (Ren softly smiles.)

Ren: I guess.

Ryuji: You guess? The guy’s ranked nationally! Even Nakamura only beat him by the skin of her teeth!

Nakamura: What was that, Sakamoto?

Ryuji: Uh, nothing! Just sayin’! Ren challenging the King of the Hill is definitely awesome!

---

Ann: Yup! (as she and Shiho take the drinks from the waiter passing them out. Ann takes a sip from hers) C’mon, guys! Drink up! These things are like… super good. So sweet!

Ren: (holding up the water bottle he thought to bring with him) I’m fine.

Ryuji: Don’t mind if I do! (He takes Ann’s, which is still at least a three-fours of the way full. He drinks right from the glass)

Ann: Hey! Get your own!

Ryuji: Too late! My backwash is in it! It’s mine now. I LICKED the glass! (He does so to drive his point home. Ann huffs as Shiho chuckles, downing the rest of her glass.)

---

Karma: Oh, sorry ‘bout that. Let’s see if there’s a way to help you out there. (He gestures over to another classmate, who brings him a sea slug. Karma plops it on the sphere.) This do anything?

Ren: (as Korosensei screams) Karma, knock it off.

Karma: Why should I? Not like he can do anything about it. (Ren pulls himself out of the water and the sea slug off of Korosensei.) Now, I wonder if we could find a creepy old beach hum anywhere. I want to shove Korosensei down his pants. (Ren groans. What the hell…? In hindsight, taking this form probably wasn’t the best idea. Especially around Karma. That is why Ren snatches up Koro Sensei and runs over to Mr. Karasuma.) Hey!

---

Ren: ‘Eliminate the impossible and whatever remains is the truth’. 

Fuwa: Hey, yeah! I didn’t know you read Shonen Jump, too!

Ren: I uh... 

Karma: He doesn't. I saw him reading a little something else on the way over. Sherlock Holmes, wasn’t it?

Ren: Maybe… ...okay, no. ...It was Arsène Lupin. ...I finished the Sherlock Holmes books a while ago. A friend recommended Arsène Lupin to me and I haven’t been able to put it down.

Ryuji: Nerd.

Ren: You were reading over my shoulder.

---

Ann: Hey, are you okay?

Ren: Yeah… just a little bit of a headache. I’ll be fine.

Ann: How long have you had it? (Ren looks down at the ground.) Ren, how long have you had it?

Ren: ...Since the mastermind called, saying he poisoned everyone. It’s just a small one, Ann. I’ll be fine.

Ann: Liar. You know what happens when you get those headaches, though. Don’t act like none of us noticed. I saw your phantom try to come out when that guy had Karma. Ren, I know it’s hard, but you need to keep calm.

---

Ren: Ryuji, you’re-- (Ryuji puts a hand over Ren’s mouth, shushing him.)

Ryuji: I’m fine. It’s just a fever. Ann and I split the drink, so if she’s fine, then I’m fine, too. (Ren takes Ryuji’s hand off of his mouth.)

Ren: Ann barely drank any of it at all. You drank most of it. The virus is deadly, Ryuji. 

Ryuji: I don’t care! It’s like everyone said earlier. I’m the fastest in the class. I can’t just sit and wait for help while this creep gets away with it. I don’t care if I’m sick, I’m not gonna let everyone down!

Ren: Ryuji--

Ryuji: Please. Don’t tell anyone. Especially Ann… I think she already blames herself for what happened to Shiho, I don’t want her to blame herself for not stopping me earlier, too. (Ren bites his lip but nods either way. Once Ryuji decides to do something, it’s hard to stop him. But still… He really hopes that they can get that antidote.)

---

Ren thrashes against whoever’s holding him and loudly screams, dropping to his knees and letting it all go. He doubles over, catching himself on forearms as wind whips around him.)

“Nagisa, back away from him! NOW.” (There’s a blue light streaming around him, travelling up his body as the voice in his head now echoes in his ears.)

“I am thou, thou art I. Thou who would accept blasphemy for the sake of thine own justice, call upon my name and release thy rage!” (Ren shakily pushes himself up, his knees feeling like they’re about to give way as he stands. The light shifts and morphs into a figure behind him.) “Show the strength of thy will to ascertain all on thine own, though thou shall be chained down to Hell itself!”

(A single name appears in Ren’s mind.)

Ren: ARSÈNE!

[hanoella]

Affettuoso- With Feeling (Part 6)

Pairing: Bucky x Pianist!Reader

Set after the events of TFATWS: In an effort to start over and make a home in Louisiana, Bucky meets a friend of Sam’s who ends up being his landlord. With only a driveway to separate them, he finds that he’s not the only one looking for a fresh start.

Series tags/warnings: Slow Burn, Eventual Bucky x Reader, Mentions of Domestic Abuse, Canon Level Violence

Part 6 Word Count: Just over 6k

A/N: It's been such a joy to write this series. Once again, thank you for all your support! Every heart and comment motivates me and is just so wonderful

Taglist!: @vicmc624 @officiallykuute @undiadeestos @tailsoflightning

Read Part 1; Masterlist

“Please join me in welcoming Irina Novikov, the Reigning Queen of Russian Classics!”

Bucky watched from the special box seat as you walked out from the left curtain, the silver embroidery on your sea-reminiscent blue-green dress and matching hairpin glinting in the bright spotlights. You shook hands with the conductor and faced the crowd, greeting them with a deep bow at the waist. You sat at the piano which had been moved from the back left to the front, right by the conductor. The crowd clapped all the way until you sat down on the bench. Bucky watched you smooth out the tea length dress on your lap, your black velvet flat peeking out to settle on the golden pedal.

Bucky tried to pay attention to conductor as he explained the piece, but he was just so confused about the name. He looked down at the program he had gotten at the front. Irina Novikov was featured and italicized, indicating that person as their featured guest for this concert season. There was applause once more as the conductor gestured to you to open with your opening solo piece. Seeing your shoulder rise with your preparing breath, he watched as you raised your arms to begin playing.

The opening notes grew in intensity before settling into a haunting melody. It gradually filled the extravagant room. It was amazing how one instrument could fill an entire room. Or rather, one person. One beautiful, talented person.

You captured the attention of every person in the theater. Framed on either side of the stage with deep red curtains, you were in the spotlight. The way you moved as you played conveyed the emotions of the music. You could have been a dancer, arms moving gracefully up and down the entire length of the black grand piano.

Enchanted, Bucky was focused on you, and only you. The blue tulle cape on your right sleeve of your dress fluttering as you moved, hiding the shoulder. There was one stray piece of hair that moved with you, having fallen out of the low bun you had pinned with a silver chrysanthemum comb. The silver thread twinkled. It was as if you were the night sky itself, clear and brilliant.

---

Earlier in the month…

Bucky had just gotten back from his trip with Sam. Parking his sports bike, he walked into the garage to the door of his apartment, where something was sticking out. A white envelope, addressed simply to his first name. Walking up the steps and chucking the keys on the table, he opened the letter to find a note stuck to a lanyard with a ticket in the holder.

Here’s a season pass I got from the orchestra. If you’ve got nothing better to do, come see me play! :)

He looked down at the bottom where your name was scrawled, half-cursive and half-print. Flipping the ticket around, he saw the dates of all the concerts, the opening of the season being next weekend. Russian Classics-Part One was listed as opening weekend’s theme. Well, that was your specialty, right? He had to come.

Peeking out the window facing your house, he saw that your car was missing from the driveway. Probably at rehearsal. Wait, what do you wear to something like that? Did he even own a suit?

After taking one look into the closet, the answer to that was no. He was going to have to get one. Which is how he ended up at the tailor’s with Sam.

Sam had replied to Bucky’s text on where to get a suit. How have you gone this long without having a suit? Every man needs a good suit. What’s the occasion?

Bucky had texted him back. Never needed one until now. It’s for the concert next weekend.

Oh snap, that is an occasion. Meet me here-

So now, he was sitting in the plush velvet armchair by the entrance, waiting for Sam to show up. He was on his phone, scrolling through the news, trying to avoid the gaze of the sales clerk who was giving him quite the look from under her eyelashes. Thankfully, Sam came to the rescue.

“So, what’s the vibe we’re going for? Sleek? Rich? Mob boss?” Sam asked, rubbing his hands together.

“What? I just need a suit, man.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he mumbled under his breath, before getting hyped up again. “Let’s get you a suit!”

An older Black man dressed in brown slacks and a white button up came up to them and greeted Sam with enthusiasm.

“Sam! Good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you Mr. Frank!” Sam said, hugging him. “You remember my friend Bucky from the cookout, right?”

“Of course, I do. Good to see you Mr. Barnes” Mr. Frank said with a smile that brought out little wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, giving him a handshake.

“Bucky, please.”

“Well Bucky, what can I do for you?”

Sam answered for him. “Bucky here is going to need some suits so that they don’t kick him out when he shows up at the orchestra.”

“The one that your friend is at?”

“Yeah, actually. How do you know that?” Sam asked.

Before Mr. Frank could answer, a familiar voice floated faintly into the room.

“Wow, Selena, it’s absolutely stunning! I honestly couldn’t have asked for better. It’s beautiful.”

Sam and Bucky looked at each other before walking under the arch into the other room, Mr. Frank following. There on the short pedestal, you were standing in the middle of the room, holding the slightly big shimmering blue-green dress to your chest to prevent it from falling while the seamstress pinned the various alterations. Your hair was up in a messy bun, giving the seamstress room to work. The soft light of the chandelier giving you an ethereal glow.

Sam gave a low whistle. “Wow, you are one pretty lady.”

You looked in the mirror to make eye contact with Sam.

“Sam!” You said excitedly, turning your head and causing the seamstress to chastise you while chuckling. Your eyes then flitted to Bucky, suddenly leaving you feeling very exposed. You hadn’t seen him from the angle in the mirror. A blush creeping over your nose, you spoke

“Bucky!” You said with more surprise than enthusiasm. You were very happy to see him. He had just caught you off guard. His eyes lingered on the exposed piece of your back, framed with soft sea foam tulle, before meeting your eyes.

“Hey.” He said simply, before clearing his throat, red creeping up his neck. You stared at each other for a moment before the seamstress hung the measuring tape on her neck and gave the all clear.

“You can move now, but don’t mess up my pins.” Selena said, turning to point at Sam for the last part of the sentence.

“I would never.” Sam said fondly, putting a hand to his chest before wrapping the seamstress in a hug.

“This is my wife, Selena. We’ve owned this shop for the last twenty years.” Mr. Frank explained proudly, introducing Bucky to Selena. “Selena, this is Bucky Barnes, Sam’s right hand man.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” She said with a smile, shaking Bucky’s hand.

You hopped off the pedestal to give Sam a hug.

“I am so excited to get back to performing, Sam. You have no idea. Are you coming next weekend for the opening performance?”

“I’m gonna try my hardest! I have a meeting with Senate that morning, but I’m gonna use the supersuit, try and fly back in time. If I don’t make it Saturday, I will for sure see you on Sunday.”

“Awh, it’s no problem Sammy. I appreciate it. I’ll just be happy if you show up at all this season.” You said, taking a step back and turning towards Bucky.

“Well, Bucky’s going to be there, for sure. That’s actually why we’re here. To get him a suit.” Sam said, tossing Bucky a wink on the side.

“Really?” You said as you looked up at him, eyes sparkling.

“Yeah. You look beautiful… by the way.”

You averted your gaze shyly. “Thank you.” You said meekly, swishing the dress slightly. “I’m glad you’re coming. I was wondering if you had gotten the season pass.”

“I did, thank you.”

Sam, Frank, and Selena all exchanged knowing looks, Sam rolling his eyes while smirking.

“Well, you guys got an exclusive sneak peak at my opening night dress. It was nice to see you guys!” You said as you gathered your dress up, Selena grabbing the back. You waved as you disappeared around the corner into the dressing room.

A few moments went by in silence before Mr. Frank spoke up.

“Well son, I see why you got it bad.” He patted Bucky on the shoulder, turning around and walking towards the main room.

“Well, I-” Bucky started, turning to see that he was alone with Sam, who was leaning over on his knees, holding in the laughter.

An hour later and Bucky had settled on a slim cut dark blue suit and a similar one in light grey. With a handful of ties and a pair of dress shoes, they were at the front to check out.

“So, the suit alterations will be done by this weekend so you can pick it up anytime this Saturday or after.” Before Bucky could pay, Sam held out a hand, shoving his card in the payment kiosk.

“This one’s on me. Just promise me you’ll make it this weekend. I might not be able to. But someone she cares about should make it to her first night back in action.”

Bucky paused before putting a hand on Sam’s shoulder and squeezing. “Thanks man.”

“Anytime, Buck.”

“Actually boys, the bill’s taken care of.” Selena said as she strolled up to the desk. “Your friend footed the bill. So, you’re paid in full.”

---

A week passed by and he hardly saw you to thank you for the suits. You would wave hello and goodbye in passing as you got into your car. Sometimes, you were dressed for physical therapy, donning clothes like army green leggings and an oversized black hoodie. Sometimes, you were dressed in business casual for rehearsals, wearing slim cut khaki slacks and a light blue blouse with the sleeves rolled up into cuffs just above your elbow.

Bucky really didn’t have anything to do since you weren’t around much. Occasionally, he raked the fallen leaves in your yard. He’d finally fixed that mower, though there was no use for it now. So, he spent his days catching up on reading, watching The Hobbit movies and waiting up for you to come home. He couldn’t really sleep if you hadn’t made it home safe yet. Something that had taken him a while to realize. It made him linger by the window facing your house, pretending to watch something on TV until he saw your car come down the driveway.

Today though, he had one thing on his to-do list. Walking into the tailor’s shop to pick up his suits, he saw that the sales clerk from last week with the eyes was working today. He cursed in his head as he walked up to the desk, where she was leaning over trying to show off some cleavage.

“How can I help you?”

“Picking up some suits. My ticket number is-”

“No need, I remember you from last week. Hard to forget a face like that.” She said with a wink as she walked to the back. Bucky purposefully looked the opposite way, clearing his throat in the process.

“Here you go Mr. Barnes, I appreciate your patronage.” She said with a sly smile.

“Thanks.” He responded dryly.

As he grabbed the hanger of the garment bag, she startled him by refusing to let go. Bucky pulled the hanger lightly out of her grasp and left. Sure, she was conventionally attractive. But she doesn’t hold a candle to you.

---

On the evening of the concert, Bucky turned to look in the mirror, making an impressed face. He didn’t look half bad. The dark blue suit had a little bit of texture, and while the white button-up made him feel a little claustrophobic, the wine colored tie really brought it all together. Running his fingers through his hair to straighten it up, he didn’t look bad at all. It made him happy that like this, he looked like a normal guy who cleaned up nice. Well, almost. He had gotten a finer, more delicate set of black leather gloves. Ones that weren’t so clunky, to match the nicer clothes he had gotten.

He looked at the clock. Still had time to buy flowers. He’s got to do something nice for your opening night. Taking a backpack, he started his bike and drove to first florist in the city to find a gift. He took a lap, everything he was looking at blending together. Red roses were too formally romantic… Daisies were too casual…

Rounding the corner of the counter, he saw a small arrangement peak out from behind a large one. It was a smaller jar filled with a few blush pink peonies, with a few stems of lily-of-the-valley, lilac and eucalyptus pouring out of the sides. Wrapped around the neck of the jar was a crème colored satin ribbon, pinned with a small square cut emerald brooch.

“Ah, that’s the perfect gifting pair, one gift to enjoy now and one to last!” The florist said, popping out from the back. Bucky thought back to your room, with the soft sage greens and soft crèmes. It was perfect. Bucky nodded while holding up his backpack.

“Uh. Is there anyway I could get it to last a trip in this backpack on a motorcycle?”

---

The florist first emptied most of the water, wrapped it in plastic, and then put it in a firm cardboard box. Carefully setting it in his backpack, Bucky thanked the florist, tipping him extra. He waved on the way out of the store, feeling good about the flowers he had picked out. The ten minute ride from the florist to the concert hall was taken very carefully.

Parking his bike and joining the long lines of well dressed people, he felt a little self conscious wearing a backpack and holding his lanyard. He tried not to draw any attention to himself as he made his way slowly up to the box office.

“Welcome to the Louisiana Philharmonic! May I see your ticket?” A perky young woman in usher’s attire asked through glass.

“Sure.” He said, sliding the lanyard through the window.

“Hey, you can’t bring backpacks in the concert hall.” The security guard said, pointing at the bag Bucky was holding.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I just-”

“Either return it to your vehicle or throw it away.” The man sternly said before the usher whispered through clench teeth and gestured for the security guard to come over. Bucky couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying, but he caught every other word or so.

Ticket… Ms. Novikov’s personal box… have to let…

The security guard squinted his eyes at Bucky before gesturing at the bag.

“What’s inside?”

“Just my wallet, keys, and some flowers.” Bucky said, unzipping the bag to show him. The security guard had him open the box and show him the flowers for good measure before grumbling something, handing the lanyard back, and letting him pass.

Yikes… Bucky thought, putting as much distance between him and security as he could. Getting up to the usher, he showed him the ticket as he was handed a program. The usher took a moment to look at the ticket before directing him to the left, away from where everyone was walking.

“Box one will be on the second floor, last entrance on the right.”

Huh.

Bucky walked up the stairs, passing a fancy bar and going down the empty hallway. Coming upon an entryway labeled Box One, he pushed aside the heavy red curtain to find that he was directly overlooking the stage. He was the closest balcony seat to the stage, the private viewing area containing five seats, two in the front and three on the step behind, staggering the tiers so that everyone could see properly. Sitting in one of the front seats, the one closest to the stage, he admired the scene.

The seats were plush and comfortable, the architecture of the theatre traditional yet stunning. The stage was framed by a huge rectangular arch that was rounded at the edges. The gold on the trim and handrails accentuated the softly glowing lights that hung in two rows over the aisles. Each bulb was captured in a long tube of rectangular glass, creating the image of a row of glowing piano keys floating in the aisles.

Speaking of pianos, the shiny black grand piano in the front caught his attention. The keys were facing him. If this is where you were playing, he would be looking at your back and have a clear view of your hands. Most of the musicians were already on stage, except for you, warming up for the night. Suddenly the orchestra stopped, commanding everyone’s curiosity. The sound of dress shoes against the stage prompted applause as the conductor, an older man, walked out onto stage. After pausing to let the applause die down, he gestured for someone to come out. There was more applause as the first chair violinist, the concert master, walked out onto stage. The woman bowed before playing a note, prompting the rest of the orchestra to tune to her pitch. She did this several times before giving a nod to the conductor and sitting down in the first chair of the row of violins.

Clearing his throat, the conductor grabbed the mic and turned towards the crowd, slight German accent coming through.

“Good evening. It is my pleasure to welcome you to the Louisiana Philharmonic Orchestra.” The crowd gave more applause before he continued.

“My name is Arthur Albrecht, your guest conductor for this season. This weekend we have a lovely selection of classics that stem from Russian composers.” He went on to explain some of the history behind Russian composers and how their music was influenced by their culture. Bucky looked at the piano that was still empty, wondering where you were. A sudden loudening of the conductors voice snapped his attention back.

“We have with us this season, the most lovely pianist, nicknamed for her excellent performance of these very pieces. Please join me in welcoming Irina Novikov, the Reigning Queen of Russian Classics!”

---

Sam had showed up right before the end of the first piece, dressed in concert attire. Playing the last chord, you held it down as it reverberated all around the auditorium, waiting for the slow fade before finally releasing the keys. A moment of silence emphasized the heavy digestion of a piece such as that. Then, the applause and whistles came. People stood up in waves as you got up from the bench and bowed once more.

Sam and Bucky stood up as they clapped, just in time as you looked towards the box. Eyes flitting over Sam, you made eye contact with Bucky before bursting into a big smile, the breathlessness from the adrenaline making the rise and fall of your chest evident. Turning back to the crowd, you graciously accepted their applause. Sam glanced to his side at Bucky. But there was no acknowledgement. Bucky stood smiling and clapping, completely enamored, completely smitten by you.

---

After a few longer pieces that included the entire orchestra, the lights came on to signal the intermission. Bucky and Sam got up leisurely, greeting each other and stretching their legs.

“Glad you were able to get here.”

“I did! That suit is amazing, man. Stupid fast.”

“You’re welcome.” Bucky said, bemused.

They chatted for a few minutes before the curtain moved, letting light in from the hallway.

“You guys made it!” You said as you hopped down the two steps before hugging Bucky, who was closest to the aisle.

“Woah, you’re gonna push me off of the balcony!” He joked, steadying himself before hugging you back tightly around his waist, resting his chin on the top of your head. You let him go, moving onto hug Sam. He squeezed you back saying, “You were amazing! And these fancy seats you scored us really let us in on the action.”

“Yes, it was incredible, seeing you play up there on that stage.”

Practically radiating happiness, you tucked the one loose strand of hair behind your ear as you let go of Sam and faced the both of them.

“Thank you guys so much for coming. I was so nervous to get back in the spotlight. Especially as a featured artist, you know?”

“Oh yeah, speaking of-” Sam said as he reached into his suit pocket for the program. “Who’s Irina Novikov?”

“Oh, shoot. I’ve been so busy with rehearsal; I didn’t even get a chance to tell you. One of the things that we worked out in my contract is that I work under a stage name, and they get all the talent of a known artist. That way, I can… avoid anyone who’s looking for me.” There was a slight pause, Bucky chiming in to lighten the mood.

“Okay, but ‘Reigning Queen of Russian Classics?’”

“Hey now, I got that nickname ever since I won that International Rachmaninoff Piano competition while I was in college. When I got back, my friends threw me a huge party with a banner that said that, and now it’s followed me throughout my career. It started as a joke, but now I kind of like it.” You said, laughing.

“Well, you basically are!” Sam exclaimed, gesturing out to the stage. “You’re gonna tell me that you don’t look like royalty up there? Especially with this dress.”

As you smiled and accepted Sam’s compliments, Bucky’s eyes finally got a chance to take in the full dress. Selena had done a fantastic job. The silver accents sparkled lightly, the fabric orchid blossoms making their way up one sleeve. She had made it to look like the bodice was made of two large delicate petals of a sea green blossom. If Thor was the god of thunder, you were the goddess of greenery.

“Ms. Novikov,” an attendant called as they peaked their head through the curtain.

“One moment!” You called back. “Sorry, excuse me for one second.”

You looked like you were practically floating as you pulled up the dress slightly to go up the couple steps, the waves of fabric moving like a mist off of the sea. The attendant said something in a hushed tone and you sighed. The attendant left and you made your way back over to them.

“I have to go, but thank you both so much for coming. I mean it.” You said, each of your hands reaching out and squeezing one of their arms.

“Wait, I got this for you.” Bucky said, reaching for his backpack. He carefully took out the cardboard box and removed it off of the vase of flowers. He watched as your face lit up.

“Oh, these are beautiful Bucky. Thank you so much. I’m going to take them to my dressing room.” You said as you accepted the flowers, gently rubbing one of the petals between your fingers.

“You have a dressing room?”

“Yeah! Its around the hall and down the stairs. If you want to see it after the show. I’ll tell the attendant at the bottom of the stairs to let you through. You too Sammy.”

“Alright, sounds like a plan.” Sam responded.

“Okay, see you guys after!”

You walked away, arranging the flowers in the vase with a small smile on your face. Bucky watched you walk away before turning to Sam who, for once, had a serious expression on his face.

“What?”

“She’s a good one, Buck.”

“What does that mean?”

“You know what it means.”

“Aren’t you the one she calls Sammy?”

“Oh, so you noticed that because you’re jealous.”

“No, of course not-”

“She’s a nice girl.” Sam said, cutting him off. “I think you two would be great together.”

Bucky bit his lip and looked to the side. “I don’t think so. I’ve still got… so much going on.”

“No offense to either of you, but so does she. She makes you happy. I can tell just by how you perk up around her. You deserve to be happy. And so does she. You know you have the same effect on her, right?”

Bucky didn’t answer.

“You’re a good person, Buck. She’s a good one, and so are you. So, give it a shot. Don’t be afraid to be happy.”

Bucky paused before swallowing and nodding.

“Thanks.”

“Of course, man. Anytime.” Sam said, putting a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

---

The show ended with a standing ovation. The conductor took a bow, then signaled to you. You swung an arm out and gestured to the orchestra, giving them credit before you took a deep bow at the waist. When you came up, you clapped along with the crowd, facing the orchestra to applaud everyone’s fine work.

Bucky and Sam turned right out of the box, which was the opposite direction that the crowd was filing out in. After rounding the corner, they found a stairwell heading downwards, just as you had said. At the bottom, the attendant greeted them, leading all the way down to the end of the hall to the last room.

“Ms. Novikov? Your guests are here.” The attendant called, knocking on the door.

“Thank you! You can send them in.” You called from inside the room.

The attendant opened the door and gestured for them to enter. Walking in, they admired the aura of being backstage of a performance. The attendant shut the door behind them, leaving them with you as you sat at the vanity. You were adjusting your hair, just having taken it out of the bun that it was in. Soft curls fell out and framed your face, the lightbulbs around the vanity giving you a halo of sorts. The cement-bricked walls kept the room cool, housing the green velvet couches, mini fridge, coffee table and faux fur rug. There was a three-paneled, gold mirror right next to the bathroom. There was a clothes rack with several garment bags hanging from it.

“Wow, major movie star vibes in here.” Sam commented, touching the edge of the velvet couches.

“Thanks! This is the suite for guest artists. Every time they have a guest star, they make a little nameplate and hang it up outside. When my time is up, they’ll stick it outside of the room with the others.” You said, now getting up from the vanity. Your hairpiece was set down on the vanity, next to an open velvet box that held your earrings.

“I didn’t realize you were making big money like this! Dang, can’t Captain America get a raise?” Sam joked.

“Ha ha,” you said sarcastically. “I will admit I get a nice salary, but the only things I spend money on are fancy dresses and jewelry to perform in. Gotta keep up the look, give people something to see.”

“And that you do.” Sam said as he chuckled. The sound of a phone vibrating paused the conversation.

“Oh, hold on, I gotta take this. This might take a minute. Be right back.”

That left you and Bucky. You looked at him for a moment before settling down on one of the couches, folding your legs underneath of you and resting your arm against the back cushion to support your head. Swallowing, Bucky tentatively sat down next to you. It remained silent before you both spoke up at once.

“I know I-”

“I’m so happy you-”

You laughed and he gestured for you to go ahead.

“I was just going to say, thank you. I’m so happy that you came to support me. It’s been a long road to get here and I just want to let you know how much I appreciate you. I wasn’t expecting for us to be friends at all, and here we are. I’m so thankful for it. You’re just… amazing.” You said, smiling softly at him. He felt the red creep up his neck and didn’t know what to say. Fortunately, you figured that and gave him an out.

“What were you going to say?” You now gestured to him. Taking a moment, he cleared his throat.

“I was going to say, I know I already said this earlier but the concert was amazing. You sounded great.”

“Thank you.” You said simply, still staring into his ice blue eyes.

“And you look great.”

“Yeah?” You said amusedly as you raise your eyebrows.

“Yeah. You look beautiful. One might even say stunning.” A little of the old Bucky, the smooth-talking one, made a surprise appearance.

“Oh? Who’s the one?” You scooched closer to him.

“I thought it was obvious.”

“Not to me.”

His eyes met yours in a deciding moment. You watched as his eyes flickered down to your lips momentarily. You wondered if he could notice how your breath quickened.

“Ms. Novikov?”

The attendant’s voice was muffled through the door. The knocking that preceded it had startled you out of your moment. Tentatively, the door was opened just a crack.

“They’re ready to toast the champagne.” They called in. You sighed and got up.

“I’ll be there momentarily, thank you.” You called back. Satisfied, the attendant walked away, the soft clicking of dress shoes slowly fading away. You turned towards Bucky, who had also stood up.

“They’re opening a bottle of champagne in celebration of opening night, if you’d like to join me.” Your fingers nervously picking at each other.

“Yeah, of course.” He accepted, somewhat awkwardly. You tried not to be disappointed about what might’ve happened if the attendant hadn’t interrupted. Turning towards the door, you were stopped by his hand gently grasping your upper arm. Eyes wide, you whipped your head around. Bucky opened his mouth, though no sound came out.

“Yes?” You said softly, features softening from shock to gentle anticipation.

“Did I hear the attendant say something about champagne?” Sam’s voice floated in through the crack of the door. Quickly, Bucky dropped your arm and you turned towards the door. Sam opened the door and eyed the both of you. His expression changed slightly as he looked back from you to Bucky, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Did I interrupt something?”

“No.” Bucky said quickly.

“Not at all!” You said, a little nervously. Clearing your throat, you smoothed out the front of your dress. “Let’s go, they’re handing out champagne on stage.” You flitted around Sam and into the hall. Sam raised an eyebrow at Bucky, who gave him a look that told him not to ask. They followed you to the stage where the chairs had been cleared to the side to make room. The red curtains were drawn, separating the stage from the auditorium where people were still filtering out.

Upon seeing you, the conductor cleared his throat and called everyone’s attention. It fell quiet as he made your presence known. An attendant handed you a glass of champagne and you quietly requested two more for Sam and Bucky.

“This had been such a wonderful opening night. We’re so happy to have you with us this season, Ms. Novikov.” He started. A hum of agreement made it’s way around the other orchestra members. “It is a delight and an honor. Without your charity, we would not be standing on this stage tonight. Truly, you have helped us keep this program successful and alive in such turbulent times.” The orchestra broke out into thanks and cheers. Your face lit up, your smile breaking out into one bigger than it had in a long time.

“If I may, I’d like to say a few words, Arthur.” You said, gently squeezing his arm with your free hand. The conductor reciprocated warmly, setting his hand atop your before you let go. Looking behind you to make sure that the attendant had gotten Sam and Bucky some glasses, you started speaking.

“Many of you know that this is the first I’ve performed in quite some time now. The road to recovery was and still proves to be difficult. But I’m so happy to have found my way back to performing, and it is an honor that it be with the incredibly talented people in front of me. Each and every one of you has cause to be proud. This was an incredible performance. And it is with pleasure that I say the real recognition goes to you all. With all of your hard work, you were able to reopen the concert hall and provide people with a bit of respite in a time of rebuilding.”

You raised your glass. “So, with that, I say we toast. To growth, and a wonderful season.”

The others raised their glasses while repeating the words. After the celebratory sip, another round of cheers erupted. Several members came up to you with words of thanks and commendation. The jovial atmosphere under the golden hue of the stage lights made it feel surreal. Bucky looked at you, nodding your head and redirecting praise to whomever you were talking to. Your dress made you stand out in a sea of black suits and black dresses, like a gemstone amongst the coal. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful, inside and out. He was snapped out of his daze when he heard you excuse yourself politely and walking back over to them.

“Sorry about the long speech, guys. Thanks for staying.” You apologized, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Are you kidding? That was beautiful. I’m glad your back to it. You seem happy.” Sam said, always quicker than Bucky with the responses.

“I am.” You said with a big smile, gaze moving over to Bucky.

Normally, Sam would be rolling his eyes or something at Bucky, but a text stole his attention away. He looked at his phone and cursed under his breath, scrolling through something. Bucky took the moment to ask a question.

“What’d you do for them?”

You swallowed the sip you had taken and looked at him with a confused expression.

“What?”

“Sorry, for the orchestra. They mentioned charity.”

“Ah. Yes.” You looked over at Sam, who was busy texting a reply.

“I, uh… Some unexpected problems with the building were going to close the orchestra. They couldn’t afford to fix it. So, I donated half of my salary for the season to repair the theater.”

Bucky looked at you incredulously. You smiled sheepishly under his gaze.

“What?” You responded, as if he was the strange one for the reaction. You never got it though, Sam now done on his phone.

“I’m sorry, but something came up. I thought it could wait ‘til morning, but things are developing a lot quicker than I thought. We need to go.” Sam said, looking at Bucky.

Bucky opened his mouth and closed it, nodding in reluctant understanding.

“I’m proud of you. Great job tonight. Sorry we have to leave so suddenly.” Sam said, hugging you.

“Oh please, don’t apologize. Go save the world. I’ll see you when you get back. Thanks again for coming.” You said, rubbing a hand on his back before letting go. Sam looked at his phone again before looking at Bucky.

“Your go-bag is on the plane; I’ll meet you there.” He said, before walking away, giving you one more wave before typing on his phone. You and Bucky turned to each other, not saying anything. You spoke first, reluctance filling your voice.

“You should probably go. Sounds important.” You said, looking up at him.

“Yeah…” Bucky looked in the direction that Sam had walked away in before turning back to you, still unmoving. He opened his mouth to speak, unsure of what to say before settling on an apology.

“I’m sorry.” Something told you he was probably apologizing for more than just having to leave.

“It’s okay,” you said softly, placing a hand on his arm and squeezing gently. “Be safe. I’ll see you when you get back, right?”

He nodded and you reluctantly dropped your hand. He walked backstage, but not before looking back at you one last time. Someone had approached you, but you were still watching him. You gave a little wave and then he was gone. You took a big sip of your drink and nodded at whatever was being said to you.

Bucky Barnes was going to be the death of you.

[sleepyowlwrites]

find the word tag CCV

okay I guess I have to do one. because I haven’t done one in a few days and it’s short circuiting my brain. no. it’s been like, two days at the MOST. but tumblr time is different, as we’ve discussed, class, and besides which, I had an actual eight hour shift today. which I like. but I have been working six hour shifts for weeks, so when I get a seven or eight hour one my brain is thrown for a loop. like, hooray more hours but also what do you MEAN I can’t shut down at 4:04pm?? uh so, I was bandersnatched by @spacetimewraithwrites​ 

sorry (youth story d0 - random fact: sometimes Evie will hug anyone, sometimes she won’t even touch Nyks or Cal)

R tugged Nyks toward him and wrapped his arm around the less than solid boy. “I’m sorry. I’m stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” Nyks mumbled. “You’re just dumb.”

“Uh huh.”

Mark looked just as wrung out as Nyks had. R sent Evie a meaningful gaze. She rolled her eyes but pulled Mark into a hug before he could say anything. His arms dangled at his sides until he caught R glaring at him and returned the hug gingerly.

taken (youth story d0 - random fact: Nyks is the tallest of the group, but he’s also one of the lightest, so like everyone can carry him. and they do.)

Daniel came up behind him and threw him over one shoulder. “No, no, no! I demand to be carried properly or not at all!”

R helped Daniel to set Nyks back down, where he glowered at the latter in an attempt to be taken for an intimidating figure. “I didn’t appreciate that.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Daniel pinched Nyks’ cheeks with too warm hands, a serene smile hovering on his lips, shy and speculative. “I just like being next to you. I’m too hot.”

“Yeah, we know.”

R clutched at his heart dramatically, still unused to a Mark who said whatever was on his mind.

grateful (youth story d0 - random fact: everybody notices how blue Evie’s eyes are because they’re the most expressive part of her face, generally)

Evie met his eyes with a slightly more open expression, probably because she was soft for him. If it helped along a conversation into neutral territory, Nyks was not going to be sorry about this.

“I have a yellow dress with lavender flowers,” she said. Her eyes were so blue, like happy skies without clouds. Nyks loved them.

“Would you wear it when the weather is warmer?”

Daniel’s hand moved from Nyks’ hair to his cheek, pinching it gently. Nyks knew that meant he was grateful for the positive turn of things.

“I love to wear dresses when the weather is warmer,” Evie said, and it was an honest statement, Nyks was certain of it.

He smiled and waited until she smiled faintly back at him. “Then I will wait impatiently until then.”

edge (youth story d0 - random fact: Evie is actually really good at controlling her psychometry, but when she’s distracted or upset she’s more wary of touching skin. wow this is turning into and Evie post)

Evie's face scrunched and she grabbed hold of Nyks' hand, gripping it tightly so it wouldn't fade away. "It wasn't Irina."

"Alright," Nyks said, inching closer. "You're on edge. I'm sorry. Please hug me now."

"It's hard to touch you."

"So hug me around my middle where I'm wearing clothes."

Evie detached herself and reattached at Nyks' waist. "I'm not a natural hugger, you know."

Nyks pat her head. "I know. But I also know that you feel better when you receive affection, which I am giving to you right now. Can you feel it?"

"I can feel it," Evie said to Nyks' chest. "But shut up. I'm still upset."

"Okay. Do you want the cookies?"

"Maybe."

call (youth story not even draft 0 - random fact: this was the second scene I ever wrote for this wip, and it’s very clear that it’s not the same R or Evie or story as it is now. but that is what drafts are for)

“Isanz is really getting on my nerves.” R draped himself over Evie’s shoulders and pressed his nose into her neck. “I wish you were taller.”

“Gods, would it kill you to call anyone by their first name? Mark’s not the villain in your tragic high school story. And if it’s so uncomfortable, stand up.” Evie elbowed R in the ribs and flicked her locker closed with two fingers. “Last time we tried walking like this it didn’t go well for your knees, remember?”

R drew himself up slowly, trailing a finger along Evie’s collarbone as he went. “But now I’m so lonely without you next to me.”

Evie eyed his finger with apathy. “You are next to me, you’re just not attached to me.”

“I’ll perish without your touch on my skin!” He raked a hand through his hair. “And I can’t perish because I’m fighting Isanz tomorrow night.”

“What, again? Stop trying to make him your mortal enemy, R. You can’t even bring yourself to steal his food at lunchtime.”

vein, very, vision, vanish, valley. BONUS: vintage, villain. @vylequinne @viskafrer @viridis-writes @vellichor-virgo @vivian-is-writing OR ANYBODY or nobody

[feckin-zicons]

Squids, Dancing, and Dirty thoughts... Not necessarily in that order or all at once.

Apparently people like this? I am more confused than Liam is in this chapter. Which you know, makes sense bc this character only exists in my head, but also doesn’t at all bc I have no idea what goes on in there most of the time. Anyway this is for Zayn, Oxford commas, @stanmedusa who pointed out Zayn was also an Oxford comma stan, @redyellowberry, and their anon to started this mess. Also please imagine Zayn with his current blue hair, but also with his long Aladdin hair bc that’s what I’ve been doing and oh holy gods do I need that to happen. Please. Hair gods make it happen I’m begging

Same warnings as ever its 4AM, this is much longer than planned, and I have no interest in editing, making it sound coherent, or good. No, I don’t know about the squids either.

Parts 1&2 here

Liam would like to point out while he's not a stranger to feeling confused, he's still having trouble pinpointing how exactly he got to be Dance Mistress Irina Alinova's personal bitch. 

Ever since he accidentally interrupted one of the dance practises while looking for a missing prop for Director Corden, more and more of them started disappearing only to show up in the basement. No one else was interested in facing the Dance Mistresses' wrath, but Liam didn't mind the yelling. As long as Mistress Alinova didn't start throwing things, he figured he was safe enough. After all, it gave him the chance to see the blue haired ballerino again.  

Zayn Malik, the god in mortal form, the prima ballerino, the prettiest man Liam had ever seen, who had no idea who Liam even was. 

Liam had it bad. 

Liam had it so bad.

Liam had it so bad he tripped over thin air, spilled hot coffee over himself, and walked into a door when he thought he saw him at a Costas with Louis. The man he saw wasn't Zayn, thank fuck, but the entire sequence of events did give Louis more ammunition to tease him with. Stupid pretty boys with long blue hair and piercings sent from hell just to ruin Liam's life. Yeah, he was a goner. 

Louis dragged out the whole sorry story after Liam texted him about spiking his lunch and laughed himself sick knowing just how much of a mess Liam became around people he was interested in. They still didn't talk about Danielle. Which was a good thing considering the end of that relationship had Liam pretty much swearing off women for the rest of his life. No pussy was worth that mess. Dick though? Liam was willing to take that chance on Zayn, even if asking Harry didn't give him much information. 

According to Harry, Zayn had been around for a few years but mostly kept to himself or the other dancers. There was something about him throwing a fit a few weeks before Liam showed up. Upset about being forced to learn the choreography for Winston's show when it was just going to fail on opening night like it always did. 

Liam thought he had a point, considering. He didn't know what bananas, ballet, and really bad rapping had to do with King James VI but didn't want to voice that in front of the man playing the gay king. No one dared fire Zayn, considering he kept the whole theatre afloat, but it also didn't make many actors happy with him. Especially not Mizz Wendy Williams, who played Marie Antoinette in the play. Again, Liam had a lot of questions he didn't dare ask out loud. It's not like he was ever good at history, so it was entirely possible the two lived in the same time period. Or it was some sort of allegory that went over his head like the aristocrats wearing banana suits did. 

Louis always found his stories about his placement hilarious, but even that one had him wondering if there wasn't some sort of gas leak in their apartment. It wouldn't have been the first time, or the second. Most likely, it was the theatre that was growing some sort of mold that caused insanity if breathed in. Some of the things Liam had been forced to clean in the past few weeks were unspeakable. 

But even that probably couldn't explain Zayn Malik. Nothing could explain that sort of beauty and talent. Or those hands... and thighs... and fingers. Ung. Liam would love to get up close and personal with all of him.  

Either way, Liam had just been cleaning the mirrors in the practice room, humming along to Brandy and Monica on the radio, wondering if Niall was actually going to come down and help him instead of hiding away like a coward. Again. By the second verse, he'd given up trying not to sing along, not expecting anyone to come by. It was late, the dancer's practise long over, and Winston left screaming over an hour ago. Liam would have done a recce and skipped out on the last half hour if one of the managers wasn't sticking around still. Piers Morgan, an absolute cunt who treated the lads on probation like hardened criminals, and he was the prison warden. Despite, you know, most of the lads on summary probation, and Liam’s arson charge being the most serious crime out of all of them. 

Anyway, the last thing he's expecting is for anyone to come in while he's singing about the boy being his, rolling his body to the beat. Which is probably how he ends up tripping over himself when he notices Zayn leaning up against the open door, watching him. Watching him, in bright, tight, teal dance tights (were dance tights usually blue? They should be) that looked nice with his hair and complimented the gold tones of his skin. The skin he could see a lot of. Because he was shirtless. Because he was shirtless and had a lot more tattoos than Liam realized. Tattoos Liam wanted to bite. Not hard enough to make a mark or anything, that would be sacrilegious, but enough to make him make a sound. God, Liam hoped he was a moaner. Not that he thought he had a chance with Zayn or anything, but it would be a shame if Zayn was the type that stayed quiet during sex. 

Except he wasn't being quiet now, he was talking. And Liam was staring at him, like an idiot, not paying attention. Because he was an idiot. 

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, why did this always happen to him? 

"Er, what?" Liam asked, desperately hoping he didn't sound as stupid as he felt right then, which was pretty fucking stupid. He probably looked even stupider than he felt and ruined his chances at ever-

"I asked if you were almost done? Was planning on practising more tonight," Zayn answered him. 

Zayn, Zayn Fucking Malik, answered him, and he was still staring at him like an idiot. Shit Liam say something.

"Pretty" 

Not that you idiot.

"What?" Zayn asked, looking confused and adorable.

Oh god, he was precious. Was that a smile? Was he smiling at him? Liam? Oh no.

"Pretty much, I meant. Pretty much done," Liam replied, wishing the ground would swallow him whole. "Just one more mirror, and I'll be out of your way."

There, those were words, sentences even. Now all he had to do was act normal and finish cleaning. Easy. 

"So, Brandy and Monica, right? You like R'n'B then?" Zayn asked him, walking into the room with a heavy dance bag, setting it off to the side.

Liam felt himself flushing as he turned back around to finish cleaning the mirror so Zayn wouldn't see.  "Yeah," he answered, trying not to peek at Zayn bending over as he rifled through his belongings. 

Those legs, Fuck. Liam wondered what it'd feel like to have them around his- 

"I didn't expect that," Zayn said, drawing Liam out of his filthy thoughts, and making him turn back around.

"What?"

"No, I- I didn't mean it in a bad way or anything. I guess I just expected you to listen to more rock?" 

Liam was pretty sure he missed half of the conversation somewhere. Was Zayn blushing? He was so pretty. Wow. 

"No, I like everything," he replied dumbly. They were still talking about music, right? That would make sense. Why was Zayn talking to him again? God, Liam couldn't handle this. "Do you like it? The music, I mean."

"Yeah, grew up listening to ‘em. My older sister was obsessed with Monica. So... Who's your favourite artist?" 

"Artist? Oh uh, I've been listening to a lot of Post Malone? How about you? What do you- who do you listen to?" 

"Post Malone's sick, mate. I like most music I guess, but I've been listening to a lot of The Weekend."

"Have you heard his new album?"

"Yeah, it's sick! Do you-" Zayn was cut off by Niall running in out of breath. The bright orange tee that labelled him as one of the community service workers was wet and stained black. Actually.. all of him was soaked and stained black. Was that ink?

"Hey, Payno, are you done yet because we have a situation upstairs," Niall gasped out, hands on his knees, looking like he'd just seen his life flash before his eyes. 

"What the hell happened to you?" 

"There's a squid stick in the toilet." 

"There's a what?"

"A Squid! A giant fucking squid in the toilet!" 

Liam blinked in confusion, trying to wrap his head around why there would be a squid anywhere near the theatre let alone one of the toilets. Did Corden want live animals in his show now? Or Winston. It could be either of them. 

"Why do you need me?" he asked. "I don't know anything about squids."

Niall sounded like he was at the end of his rope when he replied, "You know something about plumbing at least!" 

"Not a lot! Enough to keep the water on at home, but I'm not a plumber." 

"Doesn't matter, we need your help, Ashtons gone to find some butter," Niall said, stomping back around, leaving behind a trail of watery black ink. "We'll meet you upstairs when you're done."

"Wait, what do you need butter for?!" Liam called after him but didn't get a reply. Butter? How was butter going to help?

A muffled giggle distracted Liam from his thoughts, and he was abruptly reminded Zayn was still in the room. Zayn, might as well be a god, was in the room, and Liam was just talking about squids in toilets.

Why him?

"I guess I should go see what they need help with?" Liam tried to say without sounding... Well, he wasn't sure what the proper response was in this situation or how to react to it. 

Zayn smiled at him, and oh. How was it possible he looked even more attractive now? 

Liam thinks Zayn said something about the other lads needing him and it sounding urgent, but really, Liam was in a daze until he also got a face full of ink... From another squid in an entirely different toilet. 

What the fuck.

Louis was never going to let him live this down. 

Really? Squids???

[wanderlustinwonderland18]

Elena Ilinykh: “There Are No Limits”

I remember how you told me that you would become a mother. You just found out that you are expecting a baby, and your eyes burned so bright, just like in Sochi!

Elena: Well, that’s because I told you (laughs). I was so happy at that moment! I had my own fears. I wanted a child and was afraid that something might not work out because of the sport. I thought that 25 is a very good age to become a mother for the first time. Thank God, everything went well for me, fears remained fears, and I have a child now... This is the biggest miracle, completely indescribable feelings. Of course, at this stage of my life, this is my most important victory.

Are you ready to repeat? To have the second baby right after this?

Elena: Right after? I don’t know, I am so happy that this happened. Of course, I’m ready for this joy again. Children are from God, so as God willing, I’m ready (laughs).

So Mir has a Russian passport, American by the place of birth, and I heard that Seryozha would also like to think about Ukraine and Serbia because he has passports of these countries?

Elena: Ukrainian is already registered, and yes, we will think about Serbian too.

Mir is a citizen of the world.

Elena: Yes, 100 percent! We have already laughed so many times about this! Just yesterday, I talked with my mom, and she said: “I see it in his eyes that he should study at MGIMO (Moscow State Institute of International Relations).” I said: “Well, in principle, everything is set for this” (laughs).

Wait, MGIMO? You told me that the Mir has ballet feet!

Elena: Well, yes, he definitely has ballet feet and ballet arms. He will have all the makings of creative person, but Seryozha and I think that two creative people in the family is enough (laughs). In fact, it’s too early to think about it. We will listen and observe his development.

Your romance with the ballet began long before Seryozha, because when you and Nikita (Katsalapov) did Don Quixote, the Bolshoi Theater sewed a tutu for you.

Elena: Yes.

At that moment, did you know that it will lead to a ballet love story?

Elena: Of course not. I always watched ballet with pleasure, to look for new lifts or new costumes... But I did not know anything about the dancer Sergei Polunin. As it turned out later, photos from his Spartacus were saved on my phone! It is a habit of mine to save ballet photos.

Well, if you and Dima Soloviev resume a career, one program is already clear.

Elena: Dima and I have slightly different plans for the free dance (laughs).

So, is a career resumption possible?

Elena: It’s very difficult to coordinate all this right now. I really had a conversation with Dima, we discussed everything. When I began to skate with Dima, Katya Bobrova, who was pregnant during that time, came to our first training session and showed me some elements. I thank her so much for that! She was already with a belly, and after the training she said: “that’s all, I’m going on maternity leave, it’s your turn now.”

Did you touch her belly?

Elena: Yes, she she let me (laughs).

Now everything is clear. She passed the baton.

Elena: (Laughs) I think so. Everything went so well with Dima in the show. Surprisingly, we get along both in character and on the ice. We began to talk a lot and realized that we have a chance to do what we haven’t done in figure skating yet... That we haven’t fulfilled our careers, and that we need to continue.

I was so sure that you were born in Moscow, and to my surprise...

Elena: I was born on the shore of the Caspian Sea, in Aktau (Kazakhstan).

Have you been there since birth?

Elena: Yes, of course. My dad lives there, my grandmother and grandfather on my father’s side too. I visit them in Astana. The city has changed so much!

It could have been Elena Ilinykh from Kazakhstan, but so far, the world of figure skating only knows Elizabet Tursynbaeva.

Elena: Yes, a very good and talented girl. By the way, I’m pleased that they write about me in Kazakhstan... People over there say yes, she represents Russia but this is our girl! She was born in Kazakhstan! My dad sent me texts from newspapers, that they were proud of me back home, cheered at competitions. It is very pleasant and important for me.

Another surprise for me is that you apparently skated with Ivan Bukin...

Elena: Well, no, let me crush this myth. I don’t know where it came from but these are untrue stories. I started in ice dance with Nikita. We were both single skaters in the group of Dubinskaia. Videos of our performances are even available on YouTube. A little later, our mothers decided to put us in a pair, switch to ice dance, and go to Ilya Averbukh and Irina Lobacheva. We were the very first students to go there. On the very first day, Nikita dropped me from a lift and I had a huge black eye. After that trial, we started to work as a pair (laughs). Not long after, we went to Alexander Zhulin. We competed, skated for a year, and then we had a short break up.

And you went to America to train with Zueva and Shpilband?

Elena: Yes, just after the first break, I went to America... But before that, I was still in Moscow for two months. It is these two months they say that I skated with Vanya and left him. No, no, no! Since I was temporarily left without a partner, I was looking. With Ivan, we only had a try out. In my understanding, to be a pair is to perform in at least one competition. With Bukin, we didn’t have a single joint program. We tried to skate together, tried to do different joint exercises, but these were just try outs, only two months. So there can be no talk of any joint partnership. At first, his dad coached us a little, then we went to the group of Svinin and Zhuk... But they did not take me seriously at that time. They had a strong group and I was completely unnoticed there. You know me, everything was boiling inside, I needed attention.

So what happened?

Elena: During that time, Igor Shpilband and Marina Zueva invited me. I don’t remember how it happened, but I was taken to the United States. That’s all. Vanya and I didn’t take part in any competitions, we have never performed together. I sometimes read that people are not happy with me, because I left Vanya... But we couldn’t have anything, I was made to understand that I did not fit the role of Vanya’s partner.

And you went to Zueva and Shpilband, who had the paradise of ice dancers.

Elena: I was like WOW the whole time! Little Shibutanis were there, Belbin and Agosto, Davis and White, Virtue and Moir, Chock and Bates. These teams developed there. In general, it was an incredible experience. There really was a system. It’s probably not good to reveal some inside secrets, but Marina with Igor – it was incredible.

What did they have that we didn’t?

Elena: Healthy competition... Everyone is determined to work, to win, but there was no bad blood. It seems to me that Russian athletes have a little bit.

One of the most popular questions: Does Ilinykh communicate with Katsalapov?

Elena: Well, I can’t say that we communicate because we both have completely different lives now... But we have a good relationship, we congratulate each other on holidays. Vika congratulated me on the birth of my child. It’s not our problem that people come up with the idea of conflict between us. I cheer for Nikita, for his partnership with Vika. There is no hostility between us. I am grateful to Nikita because together, we achieved the main goal in our career – Olympic gold and bronze. Nikita chose a different path, and now he strives to reach new goals. I have different values, I walk my own path. Maybe there is some kind of internal female bitterness, but this is solely my problem and not the problem of our relations.

You started as a single skater. If we imagine you in the group of Tutberidze, do you think that you would succeed?

Elena: (Laughs) Yes, I think so. At one of the training camps, Julia Lipnitskaya and I watched some of my old videos, and she joked that it’s good that I switched to ice dance, because otherwise, we would have competed against each other in Sochi. She appreciated the technique of my double axel, which at that time, was very cool for my age (laughs). Now, of course, the bar has risen, but I always liked single skating. I love the strict approach, this tough approach is just what I needed. Therefore, if I were in Tutberidze’s group, I’m sure I would succeed under her guidance.

Which of Tutberidze’s skaters do you like the most?

Elena: Sasha Trusova. I’m a fan!

Why?

Elena: I don’t know, she’s so cool. I really like her. I always worry about her the most. I appreciate the qualities of all the girls, they are all great, but for some reason, I like Sasha the most. She reminds me very much of Julia Lipnitskaya, with her character.

I remember you telling me that two weeks after the birth of Mir, you would return with Dima Soloviev.

Elena: Yes. If it strikes me that I’m coming back, I will accept this challenge and work hard. There are no limits.

[melmothblog]

Ask Responses: MISC

Do you know anything about Zakharova’s daughter and if she trains at a high level in rhythmic gymnastics and if she’s done any big competitions etc and if Zakharova has ever mentioned plans of putting her into ballet or VBA?

Anna Repina trains at the Irina Viner’s Rhythmic Gymnastics Centre. Let me repeat that, Irina bloody Viner. At the moment, she’s training for five hours a day, six days a week. So, yes, it looks like she’s pursuing the sport professionally and regularly takes part in competitions. I don’t know why she chose sport over ballet for her daughter, but I know that Zakharova loves rhythmic gymnastics, and Anna’s obviously a fan too.

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Wow, Diana Vishneva’s apartment looks so luxurious.. is this the life every principal dancer of bolshoi or Mariinskii can afford? i don’t know anything about salaries in the companies so I’m curious about this aspect

I don’t know a great deal about salaries either, but principal dancers form the Mariinsky and the Bolshoi should be comfortable. Diana is one of the most thought-after dancers in the world, and she’s had a long and extraordinary career, dancing with several companies all over the world. I think it’s safe to assume that she’s accumulated considerable wealth. Plus, she married a very well-off man.

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I follow your instagram page about Tsiskaridze but I don’t speak Russian and have no idea what Rodkin is saying about Tsiskaridze in one of your last posts. Can you share ?

I don’t think you’re following my page, as I haven’y posted any videos of Rodkin recently. There are Tsiskaridze fan accounts out there, so you may be following one of them.

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Re the Russians vs Americans with a barre at home - I feel like American dancers do more cross-training, so working out at home might involve other types of exercising and less actual ballet.

Thank you for the insight. This was in response to this post.

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Do you know what happened to Margarita Frolova by any chance? Sorry if obscure. I believe she was in the Mariinsky corps a couple years ago. I see people discussing her from time to time on forums and comment sections, but her page on the Mariinsky site doesn’t say whether she is still with them or not.

Sorry, no. I tried looking into her, but there isn’t much info out there and her social media pages are private. She’s still listed in the Mariinsky website though.

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[strangerivy]

Let The Rain Fall - Twelve

Summary:  Becoming a vampire right after high school wasn’t the plan but it happened and though how it happened wasn’t pleasant, Elena is making the best of it. A month after the accident Bella and Edward announced their engagement and Bella let Alice take charge. Alice dragged Elena out of the house after being locked in to do some wedding planning when her knight in shining armor shows up. Warnings: Anxiety Pairings: Jasper  x OC (Elena)  Genre: 17+ | Fluff Word Count: 1.3k Author’s Note: Please leave a like and let me know what you guys think! ♥

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Today was the day, Bella and Edward’s wedding. Alice came burst into Jasper and I’s room at 6AM this morning making me drop my book that was completely immersed in from her sudden entrance, she giggled to herself and pulled both Jasper and me downstairs.

Outside the sunrise was already peeking through and there were baskets full of flowers waiting to be hung in the trees. I looked over at Alice with a small smirk pointing over to the basket.

“If you wouldn’t mind?” She asked with a big grinning, I laughed quietly to myself shaking my head before walking outside. I was the only one outside for some time as I hung the flowers jumping up and down from the trees. I was sitting on top of the last branch tying the last few strands.

“Wow,” My ears perked up at the sudden voice, I looked down to see Jasper a bench up on his shoulder carrying it like it was a pillow. I chuckled going back to my tying. “I must say you look gorgeous this morning,” If I could blush, I would be burning up. A goofy smile plaster on my face as I laughed quietly to myself. I jumped down on the last one in front of him wrapping my arms around his neck as he leaned down kissing me.

“Hey Elena, catch!” I quickly looked behind me to see a bench being thrown my way and I raised my handing to block it closing my eyes ready for the impact, but it never came. I opened one eye to see Emmett staring at me with a shocked expression, I opened both eyes now standing up straighter see the bench pushed to the side of his now cracked in half.

“Wh-what happen?” I asked looking behind me see Jasper staring also with a shocked expression.

“It seems we have another gifted individual in this family,” I looked up on the deck to see Carlisle smiling down at me. I scrunched my eyebrows confused looking back at the bench.

“Elena, when you lifted your hand the bench went flying back towards Emmett,” Jasper informed me, I walked over to the bench staring at it and then looked at my hands. 

“How?” I asked silently to myself

“It seems you are telekinetic,” Jasper answered walking up to me with a smirk, I stared back at him still dumbfounded on my newfound ability. “come on, will practice later. Right now, we have a wedding to get ready for,” I nodded my head letting him lead me back to the house and up to our room so we could get ready for the event.

Alice had picked out the dress for you while she was out looking for her own dressing knowing she would probably not be able to get you back to the dress shops after the flower shopping. It was laid out on the bed for you when you got into your room.

It was a beautiful light blush pink dress with like pink and white flowers scattered around it the length stopping right at your ankles in the heels Alice had also picked out for the dress. The dress did not have sleeves and flowed out just a bit right at the shoulders, a tie around the middle matching the same color as the dress and slit up to your knee off to the side.

You stood in front of the full-size mirror in the room admiring the dress, it fit you well in all the right places. Your eyes went to Jaspers in the mirror who stood behind you with a smile a black tux with a white dress shirt underneath and a white bowtie around his neck. His hair was slightly slicked back, he looked very timeless it took my breath away.

“You look beautiful,” He whispered into my ear now standing behind me, I felt chills run down my spine from him his breath hitting me ear. He softly kissed the spot behind my ear trailing it down to my collar bone. I reached up placing my hand on top of his around my waist. My body was growing hot with his touch.

“Jasper, the guest are going to start arriving soon,” I whispered my voicing coming out breathy as he continued to kiss my neck but grow hungrier than before. I felt his grip tighten pulling me closer to him so that my back was pressed up against him “Jas,” I warned my eyes opening up to look into his mischievous ones a smirk as he gave one last kiss to my shoulder.

A soft knock at the door pulled us from our thoughts, Alice smiling in the doorway. I nodded knowing what she meant. Jasper afford me his arm and I laughed but taking it as we walked downstairs to mingle before taking our seats.

“Sweetheart!” The voice made my ears perk up and I turned towards it spotting my mother walking towards Jasper and me with her boyfriend Noah in tow. She pulled me into a tight hug, I haven’t seen her since before the accident.

“Mom,” I greeted with a smile trying to hold back tears, Jasper must have felt my anxiousness gently squeezing my side as silent reassurance. “I’ve missed you,” 

“Oh sweety I’ve missed you too,” She pulled back taking hold of my hand and her eyes went suddenly wide as did mine as I realized what her finger kept moving over, both of us looked down at the ring then back up at each other. Her face went from shock and then to excite me. The covered her mouth to quiet down her scream.

“My baby!” She yelled pulling me into a hug once again, I laughed softly from her excitement “When?”

“a few weeks ago,” I answered shyly Jasper smiling proudly beside me, my mom playfully smacked Jasper on the arm.

“How dare you two keep this a secret from me,” She joked, Carlisle came by letting us know it was now time to take our seats, we nodded to him in thanks before Jasper lead me to the front where we would be seated on the grooms side, my mother and Noah behind us.

“Well, that went better than I expected,” I whispered only loud enough for Jasper to hear, he smirked taking my hand in his placing them on his lap.

“I told you she wouldn’t be angry,” I scoffed shaking my head

“I honestly thought she would maybe kill you,” He laughed softly “Guess I have no choice but to marry you now,” The music began playing and we stood up from our seats turning to face the end of the aisle.

I only had seen Bella’s dress once and it was more of a glimpse. As she walked down that aisle, she looked so beautiful, her hair pulled into a simple updo the vail training back just pasted her dress. I felt Jasper squeeze my hand and I looked up at him. He mouths an ‘I love you,’, I felt tears threatening to break through as we sat back down to watch the ceremony.

It was short but so beautiful, I clapped and smiled as they took their first kiss as husband and wife. As they started the story of there forever.

The reception was beautifully decorated as well, Alice had beautiful taste. It made me excited for what she would come up with for our future wedding. Jasper tugged on my hand breaking me out of my thoughts and I raised my eyebrow up at him in question.

“Dance with me,” He smiled pulling me over to the dance floor my eyes widened as I shook my head trying to break out of his death grip.

“Jas, I don’t know how,” I whined but he pulled me into him with a smirk leaning down close to my ear, his breath sending a shudder down my spine.

“Just follow my lead,” He pulled back keep his eyes on me as he began to twirl me around slowly testing my will. I sucked in a breath and with a smile and nodded. His grin grew as he picked up the pace of the spins and twirls to match the tempo of the song that played. I couldn’t help the huge toothy grin that broke out across my face and the laughter that broke through as we danced.

“Jasper! Elena!” I heard someone shout and I stopped looking in the direction of the voice to see Alice waving us over with a few people that I didn’t recognize but noticed the too were vampires. Jasper kept ahold of my hand giving it a squeeze leading me over to Alice.

“Elena, this is Eleazar,” Jasper gestured towards the man of the couple, “And Carmen,” motioning to the woman. They both smiled greeting with a hug and kiss on the cheek

“It's really nice to meet you,” I said I looked over at three women who stood next to them, “You are all from Alaska, correct?” I asked and they nodded

“Yes, my name is Tanya and my sister Kate and my sister Irina,” The older blonde, Tanya introduced motioning to the other two women.

“Are you three true sisters?” I asked noticing the similarities of the three

“Yes, we are,” Kate answered, Jasper and Eleazar continued to have small talk, I looked over at Irina who seemed to be staring off in the distance with a troubled look on her face, “You and Jasper will have to come and visit us at some point,” I broke my gaze towards Irina looking back at Kate and I smiled nodding 

“Yes, I’ve actually always wanted to see Alaska,” Kate gentle shoved Jaspers shoulder

“Now you have no reason not to come,” He laughed nodding

“We best go great the bride and groom,” They said goodbye leaving us to mingle some more, I looked over at the food table with a small sigh, Jasper followed my gaze and chuckled quietly.

“You know, you can still eat it,” He whispered for only me to hear

“I know,” We walked over to the table and I grabbed a strawberry taking a bite but the satisfaction that I remember as a human wasn’t there. “But it's just not the same, the one downfall to being a vampire I suppose,” This made him laugh smiling down at me

“Have I ever told you, that you never cease to amaze me?” He asked leading me over to our assigned table, I shrugged with a smirk

“Maybe once or twice,”

[uncommonsprig]

Wow its @khoc-week I got me one of those. This is Faye

Shes new to the game but taking her responsibility seriously. In my AU she's a dandelion descendant living in modern times and attending university at the Bastion.

Shes 22, and lives with her best friend Irina who owns (inherited) a flower shop/bakery. Both of them are trying to piece together this new realm of heartless they seem to find themselves involved in so suddenly.

[icedanceupstarts]

2020 Russian Nationals Preview

We’re in Nationals season now, and as the year closes, what better way to celebrate than with Russian Nationals? It’s got everything-- scoring shenanigans, soul-crushing dread, more scoring shenanigans, last minute injuries, just straight up nepotism, the realization that we’re not getting a single Popova/Mozgov gala this season, and the looming possibility that everyone might end up getting banned and this might be the last chance for your faves to make a championship event. Merry Christmas!

Sofia Evdokimova / Egor Bazin

Age: 22/24

Started Skating Together: 2007

Coach: Oleg Sudakov, Valentin Kuziaev, Artem Kudashev

Season's Best: 169.27

Rhythm Dance: 42nd Street

Free Dance: Well These Costumes Weren’t Nominated for Anything

Last year’s bronze medalists and masters of being available to take advantage of an opportunity if it arose have been having a bit of a struggle season thus far, but it certainly didn't stop them last season. They always seem to pop up just when everyone else has written them off, and with their longevity as a team and reputation for giving reliable and consistent performances, they are always capable of moving up the ranks and taking higher placements than people may have expected. Fourth year seniors, this was their first season to get two Grand Prix assignments and to not have to rely on a host pick for either. And now as one of the four teams in this field with Europeans experience, their reliability cannot be downplayed. That said, even as we say not to underestimate them, this isn't the best material they've ever had. They're up against another 42nd Street in the rhythm dance, and while their Schindler's List free dance is hardly one of the more clumsy attempts we've seen even just this season, it can sometimes come close to seeming a little bland. While that's obviously leagues better than causing an international incident, it's not the best for getting the judges to sit up and take notice in such a deep field. And they do have some great qualities-- their cantilever lifts are some of the best in the business, they have a nice flow and an incredibly natural way of relating to each other after so long. Forever the example of the merits of sticking it out despite the odds, they’ve had plenty of time to fix their levels and add a little extra wow factor to their programs, so there’s every reason to keep your eye on these eternal dark horses.

Ksenia Konkina / Pavel Drozd

Age: 18/24

Started Skating Together: 2018

Coach: Alexander Zhulin

Season's Best: 178.43

Rhythm Dance: 2nd 42nd Street

Free Dance: A Nice Start

This will be the first nationals of the first full season of two skaters we've been following separately for years. This will be Ksenia’s first senior nationals ever, though both had plenty of junior success before partnering up at the end of last year. Pavel is a former junior national champion and two time junior world medalist with his previous partner, and Ksenia is a multiple time JGP medalist with her previous partners. Picking up almost right where you left off with a previous partner while staying in juniors as Ksenia did several times is impressive enough, but jumping into seniors in a brand new partnership and already being an internationally competitive team is quite the accomplishment, even with Pavel’s season of senior experience. Right off the bat they had a technical prowess and matching that other teams try for years to achieve, with nice deep edges and long beautiful lines. They're still building their identity but they're a solid team without any notable flaws and their Challenger series results are not surprising, even with their limited competitive experience together. We've seen some express confusion about their quick rise (which is truly fucking incredible considering the next entry in this preview), but there's no extra political push here, just genuine, basic quality and a smoothly progressing partnership. We wish them the very best at their first joint nationals. It's hard to know exactly how they'll stack up as they’ve never faced most of these teams as a pair, but as long as the judges acknowledge quality they should be in the mix.

Annabelle Morozov / Andrei Bagin

Age: 18/23

Started Skating Together: 2017

Coach: Nikolai Morozov

Season's Best: 191.71

Rhythm Dance: It's Too Darn HIGH

Free Dance: Gazing Into The Abyss

In their third season together, Morozov/Bagin have grown into each other as a team and will be looking to...

You know what? We give up. We're done. Anyone who has read our blog at all should know our general philosophy at this point, but one must draw the line somewhere. We tried, okay? 

Normally we try to keep things positive and upbeat here at icedanceupstarts, but this team has had us on the verge of a mental breakdown all season, and this competition might be what hurls us over that cliff. Morozov/Bagin have the third highest season's best coming into this event, and it’s their rhythm dance score of all things truly pulling their score up, which is certainly a development. Not only is their SB third highest in this event, it is forty points higher than their SB last season (Golden Spin 2018 versus Golden Spin 2019). There’s year to year improvement in a new team and then there’s… that. Sure the Fed didn’t get them a Grand Prix assignment this season but frankly who needs it when you can score like that?? Scores might generally be a mystery, but we can't find any way to justify the numbers that keep popping up when they compete. It's not that they have no qualities whatsoever, it's that it's genuinely insulting to pretend that they're anywhere near the level of the other teams in this preview. They’ve undoubtedly improved their consistency this season but it’s still very much a case of when you’ve got all these unique, interesting, and massively talented teams, how and why is this the one with the huge scores. We feel like we've been screaming into the void for weeks now. People have been watching the competitions they've been at and commenting on the scoring but somehow NOT mentioning the glaring elephant in the room? This is the part where we generally list their good points, and we try to be generous, but in the wake of the judges own generosity we reserve the right for stinginess. Something something in their third Nationals together we'll see if Morozov/Bagin can use their combined powers of increased competitive experience, nepotism, and being tall to breakthrough into the top 5, and possibly onto the world team while your mods have to go get drunk. To live is to suffer.

Sofia Shevchenko / Igor Eremenko

Age: 18/22

Started Skating Together: 2014

Coach: Alexander Svinin and Irina Zhuk

Season's Best: 178.08

Rhythm Dance: Burlesque But Why

Free Dance: No Strings Attached

The reigning junior National champions may be moving into the deepest senior Russian ice dance field we’ve seen recently, but based on how they were skating by the end of their debut senior Grand Prix series they are more than ready to jump in and contend for some of the higher placements. While their step sequence levels can sometimes be a wee bit yikes, their elements are usually performed with ease and they have really creative lifts. The fact that we enjoy their rhythm dance at all is proof of their incredible charisma and performance quality. It's a program that rides on the strength of the skaters, and they're just such special performers. Their free dance is in the quirky, modern style they've developed, and also apparently about marionettes? Because sure why not. It’s worth noting when even the most experienced senior teams can show full ownership of their programs, but it’s a skill these two have been showcasing for several seasons already with their unique style that may not give a storyline you can follow but you’re also very sure that they know exactly what they are trying to portray. It never feels gimmicky or tryhard, these two just know exactly what they want. They’re such a treat to watch even when watching their TES box is vaguely alarming. They’ve shown a decent amount of consistency as well, delivering calm, strong performances even at this higher level and beating some surprisingly strong and established teams. It’s hard to tell where they’ll fall here as the transition from juniors to seniors in ice dance is typically a many season process, but if they can bring the levels with their performance, they’ve got a great shot at a good placement.

Anastasia Shpilevaya / Grigory Smirnov

Age: 20/22

Started Skating Together: 2012

Coach: Alexander Svinin and Irina Zhuk

Season's Best: 172.93

Rhythm Dance: Hopelessly Devoted to L1ving It Up

Free Dance: Magical Mystery Ride

These two finally made their senior GP debut after missing out on assignments last season and largely were able to make the most of it. The lightness of the Finnstep suits them well, though we’d prefer to see fewer L1s,  and they’ve got a real talent at pulling the audience into their performances whatever characters they are portraying. Both of their programs have gone through a lot of changes and improvements since test skates, but the free dance in particular got its moment to shine on the GP with reworked choreo steps that will not be invalidated like they were at Finlandia and a new split rotational lift. It’s not their most describable program but when they skate it with such joy and commitment it’s hard not to enjoy it yourself. These two could practically be the definition of fan favorites, they’ve just not had the consistent showings at competitions more than five people watch. Want an expressive team? There’s no one their ages with the same charisma on the ice or ability to build off each other to present even more to judges and audience. Want a team with good lines? Anastasia has some of the best extension and toe point out there, and even as a team with a rather large height difference you’d be hard pressed to find times their free legs don’t match. Cool lifts? Well that’s where their height difference and Anastasia’s flexibility come into play in a big way. Versatility? They have never repeated themselves and always make the effort to try something new with their program selections. Of course they’re a young team still working their way back after missing most of the 2017/2018 season and with plenty they need to improve - more senior presentation, better ice coverage, deeper edges, find some key points. Their season’s best tells that story, but they are a team worth watching whatever happens at this event. There’s also still the case of their missing PCS from Universiade earlier this year, which was also held in Krasnoyarsk, so hopefully that’s just been hanging out in a bar or something and makes its way to the arena in time for the competition. We’re always rooting for these two to get a bigger platform to showcase their talent, and maybe this will be their year.

Victoria Sinitsina / Nikita Katsalapov

Age: 24/28

Started Skating Together: 2014

Coach: Alexander Zhulin

Season's Best: 212.15

Rhythm Dance: Singin’ in the Sloppy Twizzles

Free Dance: Generic Loveliness

Sinitsina/Katsalapov have had an interesting career, to put it lightly. The Great Russian Partnerswap Drama of 2014, when the expected to be golden team was initially anything but, followed by more ups and downs than a rollercoaster, eventually leading to their current status as reigning world silver medalists and National champions, but recently placing last at GPF. They have remarkable skating skills and speed, and have improved their consistency recently, but they still tend to be a touch wild, a trait to their skating that might be better suited to a different style than the subtle elegance they’ve been going for with their recent free dance selections but also one that can majorly trip them up on big elements if they don’t keep it in check. Their rise to greatness last season was certainly not unprecedented. They’ve clearly always had the ability, it just took them some time to truly start skating together and it seemed every time they got close they were derailed by injury. They’re still a team who needs everything to align in order for them to contend with the best, no matter how many people have declared them the anointed challengers to Papadakis/Cizeron, and at the GPF the choreo slide was their nemesis, all but literally taking them down. A loss of balance on the slide was counted as a fall which lost them valuable GOE. Remember the whole massive GOE points for no-level choreo elements? Well this is an example of the opposite, or when small errors on choreo elements can have huge scoring consequences. A number of people have been writing them off due to their recent setback, but we think that would be a mistake. Presumably they're not about to make the same mistake twice, and while Nikita "What's A Twizzle" Katsalapov remains an ever looming threat to their scores, he mostly survives by the skin of his teeth these days. Their biggest issue is that the judges seem a little underwhelmed by their free dance. There are no problems with it, really, but to elevate it above the level of being a functioning product they need to at once clean up the little wobbly areas on some of the elements while also adding more abandon and passion to their interpretation. It does serve as a good showcase of their skating skills, but as their tango last year showed, they can both show off their skills and bring the drama and interest. The rhythm dance will be the important segment for them. It's been their money program, and they have the second highest scores of any team there, so they can't afford to have a subpar performance there like they did at GPF when the reception to their free dance has been a resounding shrug. If they can do their best in the rhythm dance and breathe a little more life into their free, it's going to be difficult for anyone to deny them a repeat of their title.

Anastasia Skoptcova / Kirill Aleshin

Age: 19/22

Started Skating Together: 2013

Coach: Svetlana Alexeeva, Elena Kustarova, Olga Riabinina

Season's Best: 169.24

Rhythm Dance: How Bout A Chance

Free Dance: Fifty Shades of Find that GOE

The 2018 Junior World Champions are having a wee bit of a struggle season. For the second season in a row they had injuries that forced them to miss pre GP events and impacted their assignments, which is suboptimal, and especially so in such a deep field. They're such a talented team but unfortunately this is a team full of talents, including a growing number of young teams with junior success, meaning even the smallest setbacks can add up quickly. Their technical ability can’t be denied but they’re going to need to bring their best to this competition which they have not been able to show yet this season. We genuinely do hope that the people who worked so hard on the Bonnie and Clyde musical only for it to close after less than two weeks know that at long last they have found true appreciation in figure skating. Reviewers might have called the musical "trite", "insipid", and "middle of the road", but apparently ice dancers can't get enough of it this year. We'd crack a joke about that saying something about ice dancer's taste, but we have generally enjoyed this season's RDs and most of the Bonnie and Clydes, so perhaps it is we who are insipid and trite? Anyway, this one isn't our favorite of the Bonnie and Clydes-- the slowed down This World Will Remember Us for the Finnstep is less than ideal-- but it's a solid program nonetheless. Their free dance feels like it builds off of last years while still being fresh and new for them. It's been very interesting seeing the different directions the younger teams have been going to try to establish themselves. For such a tall, leggy team with minimal height difference, they have some pretty acrobatic lifts. They manage to make their physical reality seem like a plus rather than a negative. Their step sequences are so smooth and a great display of their long, matching lines and elegance. They’ve had some struggles this season, with mistakes big and small keeping their scores down, but if they can avoid things like falling on their choreo elements they could repeat their top 5 placement from last year, or maybe even higher.

Alexandra Stepanova / Ivan Bukin

Age: 24/26

Started Skating Together: 2006

Coach: Alexander Svinin and Irina Zhuk

Season's Best: 208.81

Rhythm Dance: A Kiss May Be Grand But It Won't Get You Levels

Free Dance: Somehow This Music Mashup Works?

They may be two-time GPF pewter medalists, but this year Stepanova/Bukin are coming into nationals as the higher placing Russian team of the two who competed at the final, and so could have the momentum coming into this event. Fan favorites with great performance quality and a strong knowledge of what their strengths are as a team, this could be their big chance to win. The first half of their rhythm dance is so far the strongest part. For all that their kiss at the end has generated the most conversation, we think the much more pressing issues are the transition that feels too much like an ending and the fact that so far Your Song just lacks the dynamism of the first half. Also two out of three performances have featured them fighting their costumes in order to perform but perhaps they’ve finally cracked the code? For us, their free dance is the stronger program this year. We may have been filled with Fear when we first heard the concept, but it's very well put together and we like it a lot. They're continuing their modern and kind of sexy approach contrasting with Sinitsina/Katsalapov's more classic and stately approach. They even won that portion of the event at Skate America, even if they had slightly more struggles at GPF. The way things have shaken out so far, they’ll need to at least keep things close in the rhythm dance so they have a chance of overtaking Sinitsina/Katsalapov with their more dramatic and crowdpleasing free dance, but this is bound to be a very competitive battle for the top of both teams can put out their best.

Tiffani Zagorski / Jonathan Guerreiro

Age: 25/28

Started Skating Together: 2014

Coach: Svetlana Alexeeva, Elena Kustarova, Olga Ryabinina

Season's Best: 184.44

Rhythm Dance: The Greatest Circus Moths

Free Dance: Surviving

Several teams back in competition this season and several others seeing major score increases meant no Grand Prix medals or GPF for Zagorski/Guerreiro this season, but they still managed a relatively solid GP showing, taking fifth at both of their events despite not competing at any other international events so far this year. Skating can always be just as mental as it is physical but that will especially be the case for these two at this event and putting last year’s disaster as far away as possible. They wrapped up their GP series fairly early, skating in the first and third events, so it will be interesting to see how far their programs have come in that time. Their rhythm dance was a late offseason change and while the music cuts and distinctive yet nonsensical dress(darn copyright infringement but it’s nuts) may not make this the best Greatest Showman program for us, it’s got potential if they can skate it up to the level they are more than capable of. Their free dance choice is possibly a little on the nose but it’s very distinctive and has a ton of potential. Outside of the top two, no one in this field comes close to the competitive experience Zagorski/Guerreiro have - GPF, Europeans, Worlds, Olympics. They weren’t given any leeway with championship assignments following last year’s nationals, but their experience really does set them apart from the rest. The way they hold themselves and perform, their maturity, it all stems from that experience and is clear to see. We hope Zagorski/Guerreiro have tied their bootlaces a little tighter this year, or maybe even make use of a roll or two of skate tape, and show their very best. They have every chance of getting back to the championship level, and we wish them luck.