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maple-the-awesome · 1 year

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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 10

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

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Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER TEN: NEW YEAR, NEW LIFE, SAME GOALS

Winter in Romania sucks...at least when you have a super cheat apartment that lacks any decent heating sources. Each day, you wake up and shriek at the feeling of cold floorboards beneath your toes, a problem eventually solved by wearing thick socks and fluffy slippers just about everywhere inside, but is still isn't rare for you to wear layers upon layers of clothing just to keep yourself from turning into a human ice cube.

Having already been there and done that, Bucky has never complained throughout the entirety of this terrible season. Unlike you who stubbornly refuses to leave the blanket cocoon you've created in front of the space heater, he's up strolling around with bare feet and a simple long sleeved shirt as if he's on vacation in Hawaii.

"It's not that bad," he'll state, sipping on pitch black coffee.

"Not that bad my ass," you'll reply, shivering like a leaf in a hurricane.

Needless to say, you can't wait for winter to be over (even if January’s only just started). Cuddled among worn cotton and fleece, you dream of a day where snowfall decreases and the temperature has increased which will surely brighten your bitter mood. That's when Bucky can expect your lazy annoyance to melt away with the ice, once again allowing you to have some pep in your step even if you'll still wear cozy socks with slippers for at least three months afterwards.

"We should visit Old Town."

"How could you possibly suggest such a cruel thing? Do you hate me that much? And after all I’ve done to help you, too!"

Bucky smirks against his mug, peeking through the torn newspaper plastered against the windows for a sneak peek at the white wonderland outside.

"Is it pretty out there?"

"I'm looking at a building's roof."

"So?" You grip the blankets to ensure they remain tightly around your body when you turn his way. He's leaned against the counter, mocking you by wearing only jeans and a red shirt rolled up to his elbows. You’d be angrier if it weren’t for how gosh darn good he looks.

"We should've moved somewhere that at least has pretty winters where the snow's actually white and not a slushy, black mess everywhere we go. I mean, what's the point if you can't make a proper snowman without some kids killing it seconds later?"

"Like out in the country?"

You pout, turning back to face the heater while tugging the blanket further over your head," yeah, like in the country…Haven't you ever wanted to live there far away from the burdens of society?"

Bucky hums, but doesn't respond otherwise. You refuse to peek at his reaction despite your strong temptation to.

"...It isn't too late, you know?" You mumble quietly nevertheless," we could probably find an affordable fixer-upper somewhere. Make it all nice and livable. ‘best part is we could be left alone. No more needing to go to the grocery store 'cause we'd grow our own food, no more neighbors asking what we do for a living-"

"-Except for Rosetta. I like Rosetta."

"Except for Rosetta. Yeah, she's sweet," sucking in a breath, you finally find the courage to stand up, although you still bring all the blankets along for the ride as you wobble into the kitchen," I'm not going to Old Town today."

He takes another sip of his coffee, thinking," what about a movie?"

"Now you're talking, Barnes!" Shooing him away, you try to gain access to the coffee maker yet he purposefully moves at the speed of a slug to your annoyance. At least he makes up for it by reaching over your head to retrieve your mug from the cupboard above,” and I know the perfect one, too!"

"Oh no."

"Oh, stop acting as if I've ever steered you wrong," rolling your eyes, you avoid taking the mug from him, instead swooping out from under his arm to pad across the room," be a dear and fill it for me? I gotta find the DVD!"

It's Bucky who rolls his eyes now, not that he takes any real offense. While he fills both mugs with fresh coffee, you hurry to search through your boxes of belongings, knowing for a fact you bought the specific DVD before the cold set in.

Usually you refrain from extra purchases since there's always a risk of having to leave everything behind if discovered, but you and Bucky have had good luck in Romania so far. While it isn't wise to let your guard down too much, breathing easy once in a while won't hurt anyone and when you saw this DVD at the local charity shop, you just couldn't pass it up; not when it reminds you of such a happy time.

Once locating the DVD and getting it prepared in the player, you crawl across the bed eagerly, making yourself extra snug with a stack of pillows behind your back and the blankets nuzzled high against your face. Bucky smiles at your antics, handing you your mug before turning towards the couch a full four and a half feet across the room.

"You won't be able to see the screen very well," you point out, blowing on the coffee.

"I can see it fine."

"You'll be looking at it sideways."

"It's fine."

Pouting at both his stubbornness and the fact that the coffee burns your tongue after taking even the tiniest of sips, you set the drink aside to cool properly while patting the space beside you," sure, but it'll be much better if you sit here. I promise I don't bite...usually."

He almost smirks at the 'joke', however your humor falls flat with his inner demons. You're no stranger to the concerns that plague his mind, having encountered them enough to have developed a talent for noticing even the smallest hints of insecurity he lets past his stone gaze. It's always disheartening, but you pride yourself on knowing how to help.

"James..." you let his name roll off your tongue softly, fully aware he heard you regardless of him not giving any acknowledgment," how about you move the couch over at least, hmm?"

He doesn't respond instantly, keeping his eyes aware except towards you while dwelling on the suggestion. At last, he stands which is soon followed by the sound of the couch being dragged across the wood floor. The move is effortless with his strength, completed with only one hand as he continues to nurse his drink in the other. Dropping it a mere foot from the edge of the bed, he takes a seat stiffly in the middle.

"There; a compromise," you grin, finally taking your attention off of Bucky to watch the opening credits play. All the while you maintain a glitter in your eyes, the memories flooding back to you nearly clear as day despite it having been over four decades.

"...What are we watching?" His voice is quiet, timid even.

"The Aristocats."

He scrunches his nose at the title that you joyfully announce. You're clearly a fan," the aristocrats?"

"C. A. T. S. Cats. It's a play on words."

"Is it for kids?" It's not so much of a question as it is a whine. The movie already confirms his fears by the screen being overtaken by cute little cartoon cats," you chose horror last time, now we're going to watch drawn cats?"

"This movie's special."

"Why?"

You give a reminiscence sigh," because when I first watched it, it was when my nephew had brought it over for a sleepover. He was so excited I could barely get him to sit still or keep quiet. We made popcorn and milkshakes and cuddled inside a massive pillow fort; it was the last animated movie I saw."

Bucky raises an eyebrow at this," we watched one two weeks ago.”

You merely hum at his confusion," I meant the last one I watched with him. It's been awhile."

There's a bit of silence before Bucky breaks it again,"...I didn't know you had a nephew."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Barnes," you wink, which is the last thing either of you say, allowing the rest of the movie to be viewed in peace.

Surrounded by warm blankets and armed with a mug of fresh coffee, you begin to feel much warmer than you had earlier. The pleasant memories are likely helping, too.

Throughout, you steal peeks at Bucky who relaxes more and more over time, eventually being comfortable enough to lay his head against the armrest closest to you while kicking his legs over the opposite end. You would've loved to have him next to you, head resting directly on your lap as your fingers brush through strands of hair, but this is fine, too. So long as he’s nearby, you’re more than thankful.

The movie isn't unbearably long, running for a far shorter runtime than most you’ve forced Bucky to sit through. By the time the end credits roll, you're dragging your blankets around humming 'Everybody wants to be a cat' while preparing some microwavable dinner as Bucky collects both mugs to wash.

Given the small kitchen (which is really just a section of the entire one room, one bathroom apartment), you stand with only about an inch between the two of you; a distance you're mindful of by keeping your arms close to your side.

Intensely staring at the numbers flashing on the microwave as if that will make the countdown go faster, you only glance at your partner when he clears his throat suddenly.

Despite having purposefully gained your attention, he leaves you waiting for a moment which is used to rethink his own words,"...you don't talk about yourself too often..."

"Well, we're not really here for me, we're here for you," you then chew on your lip, deciding the wording sounded wrong, thus you reiterate," I'm not too great at sharing personal details about my life. You know, being an agent and all, I'm accustomed to keeping my lips sealed on that front. That and I never thought you cared either way.”

Bucky nods, taking your answer as a polite way of telling him you'd rather not talk about it. He's prepared to let the topic die off, but you let it live.

"Why?" Leaning your arms against the corner, you cock your head to the side and smirk," curious about my tragic backstory, Barnes?"

"No, it's just..." He looks at the ceiling with a twisted face. It seems like he might deny your assumption altogether, only for him to quietly do the opposite,"...You've done so much to help me remember myself, yet I haven't done anything to get to know you. I feel like...like I should know at least something. I don't even know what you gave up to be here…”

Pushing yourself straight, you give a dramatic sigh," ‘hate to burst your bubble and all, but it wasn’t as if my life was perfectly put together before you came crashing in, so you stop acting guilty about it, will you? I still talk to my parents once a week and call friends from time-to-time to let them know I'm not dead in a ditch somewhere."

"Where do they think you are then? I can't imagine they know you're helping the Winter Soldier."

"I actually have one friend who knows who I'm with," you confess, putting your back against the counter and crossing your arms. Noticing the look of uncertainty in Bucky's eyes after this revelation, you wave a hand," don't look so worried. She's known since the beginning and while I can't say she's necessary ‘cool with it’, she's a trustworthy friend sworn to secrecy. Everybody else just thinks I'm on my honeymoon in Costa Rica."

A tint of red dusts his cheeks," and they believe that?"

"Of course. I'm a gifted liar," you laugh before adding softly," 'been doing it my whole life.”

"Duly noted," Bucky leans his own back against the corner now, his arm brushing against yours. He doesn't jerk away from the slight touch per usual, although he might've if it had been his metal arm instead.

"...So, what do you want to know about me then, Barnes?"

He gives the question some serious consideration as if his life depends on his choice,"...what was your childhood like?"

If Bucky had a hard time asking a question, then you have a harder time answering. It's a simple inquiry most people would smile at while easily explaining the earliest years of their life, however it's far more complicated with your case.

Your childhood...Which one? You've had good moments in both. (Y/n)'s childhood is most recent and the safest option in the case that someone tries to confirm the details, but Hollie's had been equally important if not more so. You were Hollie first, after all. Everything she was paved the way for who you are now.

"It was...a little rough," you confess, giving a hollow chuckle. Turning away to the window, you pretend you can see tiny snowflakes dancing in the sky, refreshing the layers upon layers covering the streets below," family life was fine, area was nice, and I excelled in school, so I managed to skip several grade levels until I was the only baby faced kid in a classroom filled with acne-ridden teens. It's just...Ugh, how do I put this...?

"I guess I've always been pretty mature for my age and that made it difficult fitting it. Kids didn't hang around since I behaved too much like an adult, adults didn't hang around since I was still technically a kid and it's probably off-putting to have an eight-year old criticize your life choices."

Bucky's eyebrows furrow as he considers how to respond," that does sound rough."

"Yeah, well, I got over it," you announce, suddenly pushing yourself away from the counter only to sit on the wobbly table across from it," things got better when I joined SHIELD. 'kinda hard to call yourself an outcast when surrounded by trained assassins, the jolly green giant, a guy who can bench press a semi, and Tony who deserves his own warning label after all the weird shit I've walked in on him doing."

Bucky gives a distant nod while starting at his feet," now that SHIELD's gone, what-?"

"-Whatever I decide, I guess," you cut him off," Natasha's been pestering me to join the Avengers, so I might as well give that a try eventually. Of course, there's still the personal goals of mine I want to check off the list, too, now that I'll have the time for it.”

"What goals are those?"

"Glad you finally asked, Barnes, because I have three," you hold up the same number of fingers, lowering one for each item," first up is making sure we get you all sorted out. I want to make sure you get to live the very life you deserve-"

"-You don't-," he begins with a frown, however you don't give him the chance to finish.

"-No, I don't have to. I said I want to. Whether you like it or not, you're my mission and friend. I never give up on either; don’t ever forget that.”

Once again, the same red tint returns to his cheeks yet he attempts to ward it off by stubbornly crossing his arms and changing the subject," second?"

"Second...Hmm...I think I'm going to buy a house in the country second. One with a big orchard, livestock, and perfect winters! Also heating that actually works."

That goal makes Bucky smile," third?"

Pausing with a glance his way, you smirk while lowering your last finger," finally marry my fiancé."

“You're actually engaged?" He blinks, his frown much deeper than it had been before with a flash of concern in his eyes.

"Yep...'have been for a looong time," resting your face in your hands, you let your cheshire grin melt into an adoring smile you sometimes wish would just give this poor clueless man a heavy hint," our relationship is a bit difficult like everything else in our lives, and I’m not entirely sure how I should approach it, but I refuse to give up on him now. I’ve waited far too long and after everything fate has put us through, it would be a tragedy not to marry him."

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imaginesforjohnnydepp · 8 months

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"You know, I'm thinking about getting rid of it," Sidney said as she poured water into the coffee maker and switched it on. It stopped Lily up short, her fork full of scrambled eggs halfway to her open mouth. "Get rid of it? Why?" All Lily did was suggest getting a new bookshelf for Sidney's books; a good portion of them were starting to pile up in a corner, and now the conversation turned into Sidney talking about getting rid of her LA apartment of a bachelorette pad. "Well, for one," Sidney started, "we're running out of space and Nick has more stuff than I anticipated."

That part is true: usually, whenever Lily would visit, there would be more space in Sidney's bathroom so she could unpack her makeup and skincare products. Now Sidney's bathroom counter is overflowing with Nick's stuff: his cologne, hair and skincare products. Lily hardly recognized the place now as there are traces of Nick everywhere she looked; a pair of white sneakers by the door, a guitar stand, and guitar straps on the couch. When Sidney turned back around from getting mug from the cabinet, she saw her sister's face. "What? What's wrong?"

"It's a lot to take in. I mean, you've had this place since you were 22." Lily remembers exactly when Sidney moved in. She had just finished up her press tour for the first Guardians of the Galaxy movie and in the middle of the press tour, Sidney had found out her college boyfriend Aaron had been cheating on her while she was filming (it turns out that he had been hooking up with his ex-girlfriend and the girl had gotten pregnant). Sidney had moved into this place in an effort to fix her broken heart, and her friends jokingly called it the Dreamhouse for its use of pink and pastel colors and limited rooms. The two of them had Christened it with a sleepover complete with mocktails and giving each other mani/pedis and makeovers while watching movies.

It was then and there that Sidney vowed that no man (other than Jack or Dad) would step foot in it, and she kept that promise, until Nick entered the picture. "Exactly! I'm thirty one now, and married, and we're gonna need extra space when Nick and I start havin' kids." Lily suddenly lost her appetite, but not because of the mention of having kids, but because all the talk about getting rid of the apartment. Her sister getting rid of the apartment marked the end of an era. Now gone are the days of the two sisters just prancing around Paris or LA or New York.

"I'm just-I'm really gonna miss this place." Lily felt that things were moving way too fast, and while she was happy for her sister, she had to admit that she wasn't ready to let go of this one thing they had left together, this apartment. Sidney sat down across from Lily, a no-nonsense expression on her face. "Okay. Tell me what you're really thinking." "I just... miss you is all, and I'm still trying to get used to you being married. Like, last year, we'd used to be able to just catch the next flight out to Paris or LA or New York to meet up and now we have to work around Nick's schedule and-and things aren't the same anymore and now you're spending more time with Sophie and Danielle than you are with me and Jack."

Lily was full on crying now, and Sidney rushed around the table to put an arm around her. "Lil, I'm sorry. I never meant to make anyone feel left out. I promise, the next time I'm in Paris, we'll do something, just the three of us. Can you forgive me?" Sidney pushed out her lower lip in a pout. "Okay, I forgive you! But, I also get to borrow anything from your closet." Not that she doesn't already do that; the amount of times Sidney's come home to find various items of clothing missing from her closet.

"Deal. Okay, so what do you think about me and Nick living in LA a few months out of the year?" "I thought you hated LA." Of course Sidney hated (and to some degree) still hates the City of Angels; the smog, the traffic, the paparazzi stalking her every move, the celebrity culture and the fact that she can't even run to the nearest Walgreens for tampons without it ending up on Deux Moi. "I still do but Nick has businesses out here he has to attend to, and I can adapt. Plus I can see you more often. You're always telling me to come out to LA anyway." "Are you guys already looking at houses?"

"Not yet, but we've been talking about it since the honeymoon. Maybe Santa Barbara. Meghan keeps trying to sell me on it and it might be working." Lily smiled, draining the rest of her coffee. "Whatever keeps us in the same time zone I'm fine with it."

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leftoverenvy · 2 years

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 8)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades. Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune. The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend. As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur. But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: eventual smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 4k

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Chapter 8 - A Work of Art

I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes. While I normally wasn't a morning person, today held a certain air of excitement. I was here, in Emily's home. I was really doing this. I looked around my new room to take it all in when I noticed a huge bouquet of flowers on my nightstand, a note propped up against the vase.

I smiled softly at the size and colors. They were so vibrant; it was absolutely stunning. Emily sure was making this transition easy. I reached for the note and unfolded it to reveal Emily's smushed, messy-but-somehow-elegant, looping scrawl.

"Dearest India,

I hope you slept well. I can't express to you how excited I am that you're finally here. I can't wait to see what these four months will hold. See you soon.

Yours, Emily"

I didn't realize it could get better than waking up to a sweet text message every morning, but having a handwritten note was really special. I read over the "dearest India" and the word "yours" about a hundred times. I pressed her letter to my chest and smiled like a sap. I couldn't wait to see what these four months would hold either.

Eager to see Emily and get our day started, I threw my hair up in a messy bun and slipped on one of my sundresses. It was a little chilly for a dress, but I assumed Emily was taking me to some high-end stores and I didn't want to feel underdressed. Even though I had given her a hard time about all the things she bought from Sephora, I used the face cream, and it was the best product I had ever used. I would die before I told Emily that though because I knew she would smirk at me, all too smug to be right.

As soon as I walked in the kitchen, I swore my heart stopped beating. Emily was sitting at the kitchen island reading the paper, coffee in hand, with reading glasses perched on her nose. The sun streamed through the kitchen windows and made her normally raven-black hair a glowing, beautiful russet. She looked unbelievably sexy – I couldn't stop staring. Why was something as simple as glasses so attractive?

She finally looked up, smiled, and said, "Good morning, Indi. Sleep well?"

"Yes," I lied. It took me a long time to fall asleep, but she didn't need to know that. It was so quiet out here. The lack of normal city sounds unnerved me. "Thank you for the flowers; they're beautiful."

I almost audibly objected when she took her glasses off to look at me properly. "You certainly are welcome. When would you like to head out today?"

"I require caffeine and then we can go." She chuckled and nodded her head towards the coffee maker. I didn't need to be told twice. I filled a mug 3/4 of the way and rummaged in her fridge for some milk.

"It's in the side of the door, Indi," she told me, amusement lacing her voice.

"Thank you!" I sat down near her at the island. "So what's the plan for today? Where are you taking me?"

"I figured we'd start at Nordstrom. If you don't find anything there, we can go to Saks or Neiman Marcus. And depending on how quickly you shop and what you like, we can buy multiple dresses today, so we don't have to shop for every event."

"I like the way you think, Ms. Prentiss." I quickly finished my coffee and hopped up. I rinsed my cup out, put it in the dishwasher, and turned towards Emily. "I'm ready!"

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It turns out, I was not ready. Emily didn't seem like the type to love shopping, but I had clearly underestimated her. The woman was a shopping machine. She loaded us both down with so many dresses for me to try on. The woman would give Penelope a run for her money.

"Emily!" I complained, coming out of the dressing room in what felt like the same silk dress I had tried on thirty times before. "You already have six in the approved pile. Can't we just call it a day?"

"We can if you add that one to the pile of dresses to buy." She quirked an eyebrow at me. I nodded reluctantly, ready for the hours of torture to be over.

But Emily's hours of torture weren't over with dresses. We had to choose necklaces and earrings, handbags and clutches, and then we looked at shoes endlessly. I thought I would lose my mind. Emily insisted on buying several pairs of high heels I was certain were going to kill me. I vowed to myself that when Emily was away on a case, I would exclusively walk around the house in heels to practice walking in them. When Emily finally – blissfully – declared us ready to pay, we walked towards the check-out counter, passing by the perfume counter.

My eyes lingered on the perfume I had been dying to buy for two years now, but could never afford. It was $120 for the small bottle. It smelled so good, so sexy. I tried not to be obvious – Emily was already spending what I calculated to be about $6,000. On me. It was enough to make my head spin.

"Sweetheart?" she asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"If you want something, you only have to ask," she reminded.

"I don't. Let's go," I said pushing on her arm towards the check-out.

She tugged on my arm to drag me back to the perfumes. "Which one is it, angel?"

I bit my lip. Was this coercing Emily into buying me more stuff? I felt guilty, but I wanted it so badly. "Uh," I looked towards the display, "It's this one," I said picking it up. "But I want you to like it too. I don't want it if you hate it."

She stepped closer to me, placing one hand on the counter behind me. I was caged between her and the counter, but it didn't bother me somehow. In fact, it felt nice to be this close to her. "Let me smell it then." I held the bottle up to her nose and she inhaled deeply. Her eyes darkened and her lids drooped. "Yes," she said a bit breathlessly, taking a step even closer – shrinking the space between us even further. "I think we should buy that."

"Can I help you?" a saleswoman interrupted. Emily immediately took two sizable steps backwards. I missed the warmth from her body.

"Yes," Emily answered. "Can we get this in a 3-ounce bottle?"

"It comes in 1.7, 3.4, or 5 ounces."

"The 3.4, then. Thank you. And can we pay for it at the other counter? We have several things to purchase." The woman nodded and disappeared behind the counter.

"Thank you Emily, really." She squeezed my shoulder. Her touch had me longing for earlier's closeness. The magic of her touch was undeniable. I needed more.

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I stared at the stranger looking back at me in the mirror. She was elegant, sophisticated. She belonged on Emily's arm. Her long, false lashes fluttered seductively. Her smokey makeup made her look mysterious. Her dress draped over her curves deliciously. If I weren't looking in the mirror, watching her copy my movements, I wouldn't believe it were me. I had never felt as beautiful as I did tonight. For the first time, I truly believed I was worthy to be seen with Emily.

I clumsily clomped down the stairs in my might-kill-me-before-the-night-is-over heels and called out, "Em?"

I heard a gasp from across the living room. "My god, Indi," she whispered. "You look stunning. Absolutely breathtaking." I felt insecure but somehow warm under her gaze.

"Thank you," I said shyly. "You look beautiful too." It sounded contrived, but I meant it. No one looked sexier in a suit than Emily did. After several more seconds of staring, she grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the garage.

"Let's get a move on, or we're going to be late."

"Sorry," I whispered. "It took me longer to do my makeup than expected." I remembered the multiple gluing disasters I had with my eye lashes. And then applying and immediately wiping off eye liner on my left eye because I couldn't get the wings even. It was enough to make me almost scream several times. Penelope always made it look so easy. Before I came downstairs, I had convinced myself it wasn't worth it to do this all again, but seeing Emily's reaction changed that. There wasn't anything in this world I wouldn't do to hear Emily's breathless gasp at seeing me walk down the stairs.

She paused her walking and spun me to face her. Her hand cupped my cheek and I melted. "It will be worth it, even if we're late. You really do look lovely." My cheek blazed underneath her hand. I was hopeful she couldn't feel the new heat from my embarrassment, but I thought it unlikely.

I cast my eyes down in embarrassment – her eyes were so sincere, so hypnotizing – but grabbed her hand to hold it to my skin for just a moment longer. "Okay," I said releasing her hand, "Let's go."

The drive to the gallery was uneventful. Emily and I made idle chit chat until we pulled into a spot that said 'reserved.' I smirked at her. "You have your own spot?"

She rolled her eyes and said, "Come on, you," and got out of the car. I quickly followed her lead but was met with a frown. "You should really let me get your door."

"Sorry, Em," I whispered. She was standing so close and somehow the night air charged the electricity between us further. I suddenly longed to feel her lips on mine.

"I want to apologize for what's about to happen."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my brows furrowed. But as we rounded the corner to walk in the main entrance, I immediately understood. Cameras started flashing immediately and a chorus of "Emily!" or "Ms. Prentiss!" surrounded us. And then they noticed me.

"Ms. Prentiss! Who's this? Who did you bring tonight?" The questions were endless as were the camera clicks. Emily's arm encircled my waist, drawing me closer.

"I'm sorry about this," she apologized again. Her lips brushed against the shell of my ear, and I had to bite back a moan, but I couldn't stop the shiver that ran down my spine. "Just pose with me? And then they'll go away." I smiled though I was a bit dazed. What had I gotten myself into? Emily's thumb rubbed circles into my hip, calming me down.

When we finally made it inside, Emily grabbed two wine glasses off a passing waiter's tray and handed me one immediately. Throughout the night, as we made polite conversation with all her socialite friends, she made sure my glass was full. I started slowly sipping so I didn't get drunk and embarrass her.

It was interesting to see Emily in this setting. Though she always seemed so poised and commanding, it was maxed out tonight. The Emily I saw at home was much different from this almost aloof woman. I could tell the strain it imposed on her to discuss meaningless things with these vapid women. And her arm never dropped from my waist, showing everyone I was hers. Normally such a possessive display would anger me, but I was all too willing to be hers.

After introducing me for what felt like the millionth time, Emily said, "Excuse me, ladies. I'd like to show my girl around." My heart fluttered in my chest like a hummingbird. I was her girl.

As we circled the gallery, I tried my hardest to stay engaged, but art really wasn't my thing. But this was important to Emily, so I dutifully looked at every painting we passed. She paused in front of an abstract painting that vaguely resembled two, intertwined bodies. Now that we were away from her friends, I couldn't help but ask, "How am I doing? Am I embarrassing you in front of all your friends?"

She grabbed my hand and squeezed. "You could never embarrass me."

"Even though I don't know anything about art?" I teased.

Her eyes sparkled as they penetrated mine. "Even then," she whispered. It seemed cruel to all the artists represented here tonight to showcase their art in the same building as Emily. She was the most beautiful work of art I had ever seen. Nothing would ever compare to the majesty of her smile. No color could ever be as deep as her eyes; nothing would ever compare to getting lost in her eyes.

"Emily!" a woman called over the noise of the crowd. Emily's entire body stiffened noticeably. "You are the center of the gossip tonight, did you know? You couldn't even tell your own mother you were bringing a date?"

"Mother," Emily said in curt greeting. Ahh that explains her sudden shift.

"A tux, really Emily? You couldn't find a dress to wear?" Suddenly, it didn't seem so unreasonable for Emily to speak of her mother the way she did. Emily's mother seemed like an incredibly unpleasant woman. "And aren't you going to introduce me?"

"Mother, this is my girlfriend" – the thrill at hearing the fake title hadn't lessened over the course of the night – "India Mae."

"I had no idea you were even dating," she said dramatically, "let alone seriously involved with someone. Honestly, I have no idea why you tell me so little about your life." I could venture a guess. Emily sighed deeply, her grip on my waist tightening a touch more in frustration. "Last I heard, you were seeing Jennifer."

Ouch. I had no reason to be upset because I wasn't actually dating Emily, but it still stung. Who was this woman coming in and talking to Emily about a different woman in front of the "current girlfriend?"

"Mother," Emily warned icily, anger tensing her whole body. "Don't. I JUST told you I was with Indi. That was incredibly rude." Inexplicably, it felt so good to have Emily defending me. This feeling, unfamiliar before meeting Emily, shot through my stomach, causing it to clench deliciously. It was reminiscent of every time our eyes locked or when she touched me. But it was much stronger now. I looked up at her: eyes tight and nostrils flared. My stomach tightened again. My lips ached to touch her jaw, her cheek, her own lips. Could this be what true desire felt like?

"Come on, baby," Emily interrupted my reverie. "Let's make sure we finish looking at everything and say congratulations to each artist. Then we can go, okay?" Every time she called me 'baby,' I tried not to read too much into it – especially now since we were in public – but it fell so sensually out of her mouth. I wanted to hear her gasp it breathlessly as I kissed her neck.

She grabbed my hand and started to turn away when her mother protested, "Emily! This is YOUR gallery. You cannot leave so early. What would it look like?"

"I don't care. Excuse us," she said pulling me away firmly. I sent a tight-lipped smile over my shoulder to Emily's mom, trying to be polite. I struggled to keep up with her walking as quickly as she was. I still wasn't used to wearing these heels.

"You didn't tell me this was YOUR gallery!" I whispered. "Why do you even have a gallery?? I thought you were in the FBI…"

"I am. This was just something I was interested in. I wanted to give young artists of color a chance to show their work. DC is hostile to new artists, especially young adults of color. We need more voices in the art world."

I admired what she was doing very greatly, and it furthered my desire to stay for the remainder of the evening. "We can't leave yet then! Your mom's right. It would be rude to dip out on your own gallery opening. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just did," she said nonchalantly with a shrug. We walked the gallery in silence after that. She hummed at a piece every now and then, and I dutifully followed her.

"So, what do you think?" she asked when we arrived at the last exhibit.

I scrambled to find something, anything, to say. I should have googled vague arty things to say in preparation for tonight. "It's uh…" I tried to find a compliment that wouldn't give away the fact that I didn't give a damn about paintings. "Nice," I finished lamely. Great job, Indi.

"Nice, huh?" she chuckled.

"Well frankly, I appreciate the arts in the form of music, but I am open to you changing that about me."

"I have yet to hear you appreciate the arts in the form of music," she teased.

"I can change that any time, Emily." I looked up into her eyes again to express my sincerity.

"I'd like that." Everything tunneled and narrowed until I could only see Emily, only hear her. No one else surrounded us. There was no party – there was only us.

I cleared my throat to break the tension. "Can we go home now? Or do you need to stay longer?"

"Sure baby, lemme just congratulate all the artists and say thank you for their work." As if we had been doing this for years, she leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth before turning and walking away. I stiffened, stunned by the electricity that scorched the skin under where her lips had touched me. Involuntarily, my hand raised to my mouth, as if touching the sacred place her lips had kissed me would preserve the feeling.

I watched her slowly turn around, her eyes wide. But all I could do was smile. She had kissed me. "Indi, I'm so- fuck. I'm so sorry."

"Not here, Em," I said closing the distance between us. "It's okay. Don't call attention to it. That's a normal thing for a couple to do." I cupped her face to ease her worry.

"Promise?" I nodded. "Come with me?" she asked in a voice much smaller than I was used to from her.

"I'm right behind you." Before I could stop myself, I grabbed her hand and intertwined our fingers together. I craved that feeling again – the feeling of tingling skin from where her lips nearly kissed mine. It wasn't quite the same holding her hand, but it was better than nothing, because I just craved her. Each inch of space between us felt like a mile.

I thought it might be awkward at first. I mean, what does one talk about after almost being kissed by the most beautiful woman on the planet? What is one supposed to say when their dream almost comes true? But I wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. I would take any affection she showed me. I was worried there was something undesirable about me. Maybe that was why nothing had worked out for me romantically so far.

But once the feel of her lips faded from my skin, and the more I heard her "Fuck, I'm so sorry" echo around my head, it started to eat at me. How easy she could just brush it off. It was all I could think about. It affected me profoundly. Emily's lips, even just on my cheek, had shifted my world.

When we finally got in the car to go home, I bit my lip and stared out the window. I don't know how many minutes passed, but Emily's voice finally interrupted my yearning. "Something's bothering you." It wasn't a question. She just knew.

"How can you tell?" I was genuinely curious. We had only known each other a couple weeks now, and nearly all that time had been virtual.

"You're pretty easy to read, Indi. Now tell me."

"I was just thinking about earlier…" I said honestly. Why lie?

"I'm sorry," she apologized again. "I crossed a line. I wish I could take it back." I felt like I was punched in the gut. She wanted to take it back.

"Oh…" I couldn't keep the hurt out of my voice, though I tried my hardest. It was ridiculous for me to be so affected by this. This was the arrangement – this is what I had agreed to. There was no room for me to long for her, to want her.

I quickly backtracked because clearly this meant way more to me than it did Emily. I was embarrassed, so I lied. "Actually, I was curious about your mother."

"Oh!" she said in shock. "Well, we don't have the best relationship…" Even though Emily was telling me valuable information about herself, I couldn't listen. My heart stung like the tears in my eyes I fought to keep from falling.

I started when I felt her hand on mine in my lap. "Hey…" I appreciated her gesture, and I held onto her hand like a life preserver. I looked up, shocked to discover we were home. "I know that isn't what you wanted to talk about." Damn profilers. I couldn't hide anything from her. We walked inside in tense silence.

I moved to head upstairs when she pulled on my shoulder to stop me. "What is it? Do you want to call this off?"

I snapped my gaze to meet hers. "No!" How could she think that? "I was just wondering…" Jesus, I was so embarrassed.

"Yes?" she prompted. She sighed, frustrated I wouldn't just spit it out. "This can only work if you're honest with me. I won't judge. Whatever it is, you can tell me."

"Why don't you want to have sex with me?!" I blurted.

Her jaw dropped and she froze like a deer in the headlights. "What!" she gasped. Clearly she was expecting to hear that as much as I had been expecting to say it.

There was no turning back now. "You were so set on no physical contact and then you said you regret kissing me."

"I never said I regretted it," she interrupted. I looked at her puzzled, waiting for her to elaborate. "I said I wished I could take it back." I failed to see how that was meaningfully different. I didn't know if that was supposed to make me feel better.

She pulled me to the couch and sat down next to me, maintaining her grasp on my hand. "You deserve something real, Indi. You're so special. I just want you to be happy."

"But am I so repulsive to you in that way? Is it so crazy to think of me like that?" Christ! I must have had way too much wine. Where had my filter gone?

"Of course not! Honestly I was under the impression it was a dealbreaker for you. And I don't need that; the terms of our agreement do not need to include sex." My stomach sank again. Don't make it awkward, India. She's being polite; she doesn't want to hurt your feelings. The agreement doesn't need to include sex because she doesn't feel that way for you. And why would she?

I quickly made an excuse and headed upstairs to bed. I slowly pulled pins out of my hair. I wiped eyeliner off my eyelids in a daze. When I washed my face, I watched makeup rinse down the drain. It was like scrubbing away my hope. It was naive to think this could turn into some fairytale romance. Real life didn't work like that. This was nothing more than a business arrangement. A job.

But everyone needed to figure out a way to enjoy their job, right? As I laid in bed, aching to feel her lips on me again, I had to come up with a plan to get her to kiss me again. If she would only show me affection when we were out, in order to keep up appearances, then I would just have to curate several scenarios to get her to do that. After all, if this was my job, I needed to give Emily what she was paying for.

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#🌬 fics #tastes like sugar #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x oc #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss smut #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds au #wlw writing

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wolfstarshipping · 10 months

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June Masterlist (Wolfstar Fic Recs)

Here's another wolfstar fic rec list! I missed 2 days of the daily fic recs in June, but I decided to just include 2 other fic recs in this list as compensation, because 30 fic recs is a much nicer number than 28. Again, these are mostly different kinds of AUs, with a few angsty non-AU fics strewn in!

1. Marauder FM by hollyivydruzy (12.809 words/current WIP, radio AU, muggle AU)

2. The Lab by de_sire (de-sire-blog) (95.450 words, university/scientist AU, muggle AU)

3. sucker punch by moonnixie (5681 words, post Azkaban)

4. lessen my load by moonymoment (73.424 words, university AU, muggle AU)

5. Ullswater by eyra (30.973 words, university AU, musician AU, muggle AU)

6. saccharine by moonymoment (26.447 words, ghost AU, modern AU)

7. Fire Escape by longlostweasley (9418 words, high school AU, muggle AU)

8. The Road Not Taken by mollymarymarie (88.278 words, popstar AU, modern AU, muggle AU)

9. Neither Hide nor Hair by puuvillaa (28.117 words, wizard AU: no Voldemort)

10. everybody else looks like they’ve figured it out by spellingmynamewrong (15.015 words, university AU, muggle AU)

11. Everything's Connected by mizdiz (44.297 words, boarding school AU, magical realism)

12. A Cure For Nightmares [+podfic] by picascribit (36.083 words, boarding school AU, muggle AU)

13. Signs of Affection by KittyCargo (8258 words, modern AU, muggle AU, sign language)

14. I need you (Like I need to breathe) by bookish_changeling (16.745 words, first war AU)

15. Everything is right by de-sire (10.875 words, marauders era, hogwarts)

16. Learning (Dis)Abilities by MakkAttackk (15.824 words, marauders era AU, hogwarts)

17. Dear Your Holiness by mollymarymarie (142.264 words, priest AU, band AU, modern AU, muggle AU)

18. they're just pretty words, my dear by lowhangingfru1t (31.444 words, high school AU, muggle AU)

19. losing my mind, thinking about you by drowsyanddazed (16.265 words, first war, flatmates)

20. Step & Repeat by theresthesnitch (62.744 words, modern AU, celebrity AU, muggle AU, fake dating)

21. (everybody here was) someone else before by mcdynamite (13.163 words, modern AU)

22. It Can't Be Helped by moongnome (9752 words, marauders era, post-prank, hogwarts)

23. It's cold outside by Remustrash (1788 words, post hogwarts, bed sharing)

24. Led by Light of a Star Sweetly Gleaming by wolfpants (53.025 words, 1960s AU, muggle AU)

25. My Dearest Moony [+podfic] by picascribit (581 words, epistolary, post OotP)

26. I'll Be Yours In a Landslide by MoonCat457 (mooncat457writing) (8464 words, Lie Low at Lupin's)

27. Modern Love by enigmaticfish (40.354 words, muggle AU, modern AU, student AU, flatmates)

28. Terms and Conditions by mblematic (6852 words, post hogwarts, flatmates)

29. The Things We'd Do For A Coffee Maker by AllThisAndLoveTooWillRuinUs (6805 words, muggle AU, fake dating)

30. Honey If I'm Not and If You're Gonna by BrigidFaye (75.771 words, wizard AU, post first war)

#wolfstar #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar rec list #wolfstar fic recs #wolfstar fic rec #rec list #fic rec #june rec list #mwpp

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weeklyreadings · 2 years

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Week 26, part two

@theresthesnitch did some favorite reclist this week and I read a few of stories from this & this list.

The Things We'd Do For A Coffee Maker by AllThisAndLoveTooWillRuinUs

Rated G. 7k. Wolfstar

In which to cover up a lie to Lily, Sirius and Remus have No Choice but to get fake married.

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie by @krethes

Rated E. 9k. Wolfstar

A week ago, Remus had given him the go-ahead, a blanket approval to do whatever Sirius wanted to him while he was asleep. After hemming and hawing about it for seven days, (re)formulating a plan, and bracing himself for either total failure or sweet, sticky success, Sirius finally plucked up the courage to just do it.

Rourke by @smodernlife ♥️

Rated M. 27k. Wolfstar

When wildlife filmmaker Sirius Black arrives on a remote Antarctic island for a year-long assignment, he isn't phased by the freezing wind, the perpetual darkness, or the hostility he meets from some of the biologists at the research base. He is used to living an itinerant existence. He is comfortable with unforgiving conditions. He expects the world to treat him harshly. But he does not expect to fall in love.

Completely blew my mind in the best possible way. Made me want to re-read it immediately because it was so good.

I Fell Heavy Into Your Arms

Rated E. 16k. Jeddy

James has moved home, and he's all grown up. Teddy takes notice.

Crude and Proud by @beesandjam

Rated G. 25k. Wolfstar | sort of textfic

Remus and Sirius are soulmates and whatever they write on their arms appears on the other person's.

Terms and Conditions by @squidgilator

Rated G. 7k. Wolfstar

These terms and conditions create a contract between you and R.J.L. (the “Agreement”). Please read the Agreement carefully. To confirm your understanding and acceptance of the Agreement, check “Agree” and sign.

the beasts of wanting by @moonynpadfootforever

Rated T. 6k. Wolfstar

It's 1979 and Remus and Sirius are roommates once again. Things left unsaid start getting in the way.

Turn On My Charm by @bethansfandoms ♥️

Rated T. 17k. Wolfstar

Sirius Black is a YouTube phenomenon. A YouTube phenomenon who develops a crush on his video editor.

#fic recs #fanfic #hp fanfic #wolfstar #ao3fic #drarry #jeddy #wolfstar fanfiction

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jaimebluesq · 2 years

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WIP Wednesday 06/15

More modern day AU One Braincell Trio

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“But what about you?” Jiang Cheng looked over his shoulder as he added grounds to the filter. “What do you say? Do this with me? I think it would be a great chance to do something different.”

“I'll have to think about it.” He flicked the button on the coffee maker. “It's not the kind of thing I want to decide the day after I get laid off – I haven't even had my coffee yet.”

“You would have if we'd gotten a Keurig-”

“Keurig is evil,” Jiang Cheng muttered. “Coffee is an art, and anything less than a proper coffee machine ruins it.”

There was a shuffling at the door. Jiang Cheng turned to watch Nie Huaisang walk in, dragging his feet on the ground, his eyes half-closed as he wandered through the kitchen and over to the microwave. He tapped it amiably on the lid.

“Computer. Tea, Earl-Grey, hot.”

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes, but Wei Wuxian laughed at the perfomance. Ever since he and Wei Wuxian had bought the new microwave – which, he had to admit, did look a little futuristic in design – Nie Huaisang had made the same joke every time he slept over at their apartment. Jiang Cheng had been over it after the first time, but Wei Wuxian got a kick out of it every time. If only they knew the monumental effort it took Jiang Cheng to resist teasing them for being the geeks they were.

Nie Huaisang pouted and patted the microwave again. “Your replicator's broken again.”

“Well, Captain Picard,” Wei Wuxian teased, “come and sit down and maybe Jiang Cheng will bring you a coffee.”

“But I wanted teeeeea,” Nie Huaisang whined as he sat down at the kitchen table. He glanced at the pile of discarded pineapple chunks and, grinning, grabbed a handful to pop into his mouth.

“You're disgusting,” Wei Wuxian muttered. “I am never letting you order pizza again.”

“Yes!” Nie Huaisang crowed. “I never have to pay again!”

“Oh, you're still paying,” Wei Wuxian countered. “I'm just going to do the ordering next time and leave you the bill.”

“Jiang Cheng, your roomie's being mean to me,” Nie Huaisang moaned, putting an elbow on the table and leaning his head upon his hand. “Are you going to stand for that?”

Jiang Cheng had just turned off the coffee maker and poured out three cups. He knew everyone's preferences by heart and had them all fixed to perfection before he brought them over to the table, placing each before their recipient with care. “No, I'm not going to stand for that.” The last cup placed on the table, he dropped into a chair. “I'm going to sit for it.”

Wei Wuxian snickered and Nie Huaisang groaned.

“Remind me why I even come visit you guys?”

“Because you like being insulted,” Jiang Cheng countered.

“And because you like it better than your brother's place,” Wei Wuxian added.

“That's true.” Nie Huaisang lifted his head to take a sip of coffee. Jiang Cheng knew it wasn't his friend's usual choice, but he'd always drink whatever Jiang Cheng placed before him.

Wei Wuxian glanced at Jiang Cheng before leaning in toward their friend. “So, Nie-xiong... I had an idea.”

Nie Huaisang paused, his cup just leaving his lip, and glanced over at Jiang Cheng. “Should I run?”

#wip wednesday #one braincell trio

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twistandgrindkildare · 5 months

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Stocking Fillers!

We told you to keep an eye as we'd be making a list of stocking filler gifts for the coming Christmas season, and we've done just that. Below is our top five gifts from our favourite suppliers to help ease the stress on you and your wallet this Christmas while also buying from local shop owners because we all love an independent business!

Number 5. VDA Coffee, Naas

VDA are one of our go to shops in Naas for coffee, especially for coffee equipment. Here is a link to a drip coffee maker for only €10 meaning you could throw in filters and a bag of coffee for about €25. Not bad for a secret santa office gift. https://www.vdacoffee.ie/product/hario-v60-coffee-dripper/

Number 4. Winelab, Clane

We love winelab!! Winelab are amazing and offer some amazing mystery wine boxes to get you trying different wines you'd never even think of. For Christmas they have an entire section of their store dedicated to gifts. Some are a little boujy and pricey but we found this 'Little Moments' pack containing a sparkling, a red and a white wine along with greeting card for only €50. This is an ideal gift for those relatives coming to visit on Christmas day. https://www.winelab.ie/products/missed-moments?variant=36932756603032

Number 3. Carton House, Maynooth

Everyone says vouchers are impersonal. Not us! A voucher can be a very thoughtful gift and can actually say you know the person more than anything. With that, we have selected a voucher for Carton House in Maynooth for our third slot. This voucher is for a two person wine experience with charcuterie board. It's €90 so it's quite mid range and would be ideal for a family member and their partner. https://www.cartonhouse.com/activities/unique-activities/wine-tasting

Number 2. P.S Coffee Roasters, Naas

We were always going to include these guys. They're our favourites and they know what they're doing. So much so, our selection from them for your stocking filler is their coffee club subscription service. Fresh bags of coffee, roasted and ground to your liking delivered to your door... or in this case, your friends or loved ones door. You can alter how many you'd like to receive so the price varies from €15-€216. Lots of room in there to choose for that special someone. https://pscoffeeroasters.com/collections/coffee-subscription

Number 1. The Nude Wine Co., Sallins/Naas

It's not all about money at Christmas so for number 1 we are leaving the choice to you. The Nude Wine co. is a fantastic business ran by a sommelier who know so much and focuses on organic and interesting wines as well as the wine makers themselves. We've linked their entire Christmas shop because we couldn't pick just one item. They have some great hampers that are really inventive and make amazing gifts. https://thenudewineco.ie/wine-category/christmas-shop/

So that's it! That is our top five gifts this year for Christmas, something to suit everyone in you life you may need to buy a gift for. Let us know if you pick anything up from the list or if you have any suggestions on things we can add to an updated list as we get closer to the big day.

#coffee #wine #christmas #stocking fillers

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wishingitwerewolfstar · 4 years

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also if u read anything i've written that wasn't 'keysmash' or 'marlene mckinnon is not a coward' no u didn't

#if u read things we'd do for a coffee maker u can keep ur memories but ur on thin fucking ice #i keep them on ao3 bc like. we should celebrate the way art progresses and also some ppl like them ig but also if u read them no u didn't

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alaina-berry · 2 years

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Nimbasa City Warden - Part 3

The brothers had fallen asleep on the couch after talking and catching up for hours. It wasn’t until sunlight came into the window and shone on Emmet’s face that he opened his eyes and gasped, “I’m late for work.” he sat up, then groaned, grabbing his head and slowly leaning back.

Ingo took a deep breath, “You’re not going to work.” he mumbled.

“Yep…” Emmet dug in his pocket for his phone and checked the notifications, he exhaled and hissed a string of swears. He slowly stood and dialed back the missed call, walking into the other room for a moment, “Yes, sorry- I overslept, I was catching up with my brother last night. Y-yes, w- wait, what video?”

Ingo had picked himself up off the couch and made his way to the kitchen, now he was home he had access to coffee again and he was looking forward to it. He blinked as he stared at the coffee maker. What happened to the old one? Wait- it’s been five years and that other one was old enough… he started preparing a pot of coffee.

“Ingo, you’re all over the internet.” Emmet said, walking into the room and watching his phone. “Oh- and Elesa’s coming over.” he sat down.

Ingo squinted at the wall, “Intern- why?” he asked.

Emmet shrugged, “Word got out that you took out that bouffalant yourself.” he said.

“Speaking of, how’s your head?”

“I need to take that prescription from the urgent care to the pharmacy.” Emmet said, “It’s just pain killers.”

“Right.” Ingo sat down, the scent of coffee soon filling the air and giving Ingo goosebumps. “But that doesn’t tell me how you’re feeling.”

“I haven’t had a headache this bad in three years.” Emmet mumbled, scrolling through his phone.

“What happened three years ago?” Ingo asked.

“Uh… there was a fire on one of the trains.” Emmet answered, “Some kids were having a battle on a passenger train and had their pokemon use overheat… next to the engine.” He explained, “The train had to come to an emergency stop and everyone had to evacuate. I had to try and pull the conductor I had on that train to safety because he’d already collapsed. We’re okay, though.” Emmet gestured to himself, “Obviously. Unfortunately, a handful of the passengers in the front car wound up with some burns. The charges were… almost staggering.” he said, “But, the kids and their parents were held responsible since they weren’t on a designated battle train.”

Ingo thought for a while, “I had a fire about three years ago, too.” he said, “I think it was a wild shinx or a rotom that started it, but it caught fire to one of the dead trees on Mount Coronet. Another warden and I had gone to try and direct some of the pokemon away but there were some newborn sneasel that were hiding under a log. I uh… I collapsed before I was able to get them out to safety, too.” He said, “Uh, Lady Sneasler managed to pull us out, however.”

Emmet had set his phone down to listen to Ingo, “I guess even across time and space we’re still synchronized.” he smiled.

Ingo returned the smile faintly, “Guess so.” he glanced up to check the coffee pot. “Coffee?”

Emmet shook his head, “No, I kind of want to go back to sleep. I’m pretty stiff from the couch.”

Ingo stood and stretched, “I thought it was comfortable.” he watched Emmet scroll through his phone. "You alright?"

"Oh- Elesa was right." Emmet said, "Everyone's talking about your stunt with the bouffalant." He said, "But if you can fight Arceus and win, I suppose there isn't much you can't do."

Ingo nodded in agreement, then furrowed his eyebrows, "Emmet… I think it best we keep this Arceus business between us." he turned to start pouring himself his coffee.

Emmet paused, then nodded, "I… guess that would complicate things. Or… people would make a bigger deal of it than we'd want. Eventually if there's something plaguing Unova, the Elite Four would call you to handle it instead of taking care of it themselves… basically making you do their jobs."

"And to be clear, I didn't fight Arceus alone and I was knocked down more than once. And again- I never touched that bouffalant."

“That’s not what these people are saying. They’re saying that you used wrestling moves on it and even tossed it.”

Ingo rolled his eyes, “Well, let people believe what they want.”

“Oh no.”

“What?”

“People are messaging me now…” Emmet scrolled through his inbox. He turned off the screen and set his phone face-down and rubbed the back of his head, still sensitive from being thrown at a wall last night.

“Do you want me to go to the pharmacy in your place?” Ingo asked.

“And let you out of my sight? No. We’ll either go together or we’ll send Elesa.” Emmet said, “Last time we were separated, you got sucked into a wormhole and i didn’t see you for five years.”

“Last time we were separated, you were at an urgent care.”

“Okay- last time we were separated under the same roof.”

“We were both working that day.” Ingo argued.

“I can’t risk losing you again…” Emmet snapped, then he exhaled, “I’m sorry…” he sighed. “Even though I knew you were waiting in the lobby for me, I couldn’t help but to feel anxious that I was going to walk out and you weren’t there.” he said.

Ingo sat back down at the table, setting his coffee down, “I’m not going anywhere.” he said. “I’ll stay right here with you. Okay?”

Emmet nodded, his eyes watering, “Thank you.” He sniffled and wiped his eye, then looked up as someone knocked on the door, “Besides…” he stood up, wincing at his headache.

“I’ll get it.”

Emmet nodded and sat back down, “You’re not going anywhere until you shower and get that thing off your chin.”

Ingo self-consciously covered his goatee, turning red, “Yes, probably best.” he turned and approached the door. He checked the peephole before opening the door, “Elesa.” he greeted.

“Ingo!” she stepped forward and hugged him, then she stepped back, “Oh, I’m really sorry, but you smell really bad.”

Ingo stepped back and turned red again, “Y-yes, I uh… haven’t had the chance to shower yet…”

“Why don’t you do that and shave real quick?” Emmet called from the other room, then groaned.

“How is he doing?” Elesa asked.

“Uh, he said this is the worst headache he’s had since the fire.” Ingo answered.

“Oh… you know about the fire?” she asked, wincing.

Ingo nodded, “I had one too about the same time… uh- relatively.”

Elesa shook her head, “Where were you?” she asked.

Ingo took a deep breath, “It’s a long story but to make it short, I was sent back through time and to a different region.” he said, “And I didn’t have to be there that long, but I had amnesia.” he said, “But I’m home now and my memory seems to be completely intact, and that’s what matters right now.” He stepped aside to let Elesa pass him and make her way to the kitchen. He followed behind. He still wanted that coffee.

“How did you make it home?” Elesa asked.

“I had help from another couple that was in the same situation. They… weren’t there as long, nor did they have amnesia, but regardless.” Ingo picked up his coffee and blew on it.

“Do you know how to get contact of the champions of Alola?” Emmet asked.

“Um… well, I’d have to contact Alder, who would have contact with the other regional champions.” Elesa said, then the twins watched something click in Elesa’s head, “Oh! So the Alolan champions brought you home!” she looked at Ingo who was nodding in confirmation, “I’d love to talk to them!” she exclaimed. Then she hummed, “Wait- when I saw them on the news, they looked familiar…”

“They’ve traveled through here before.” Ingo said, “Said they did the league challenge in every region before they settled down and ‘retired’ in Alola.”

“So they had to have come through my gym at some point… do you know their aces?” she asked.

“Uh… the Hoennian woman had a talking blaziken that she spoke of as though he were human. And the Kantonian man had a talking pikachu.” Ingo sipped his coffee, then lit up and kept drinking.

Elesa shuddered, “I remember the pikachu…” she crossed her arms, “Would have made a great model pokemon if he’d stop talking and sit still.” she said, “I remember them now, that was so long ago.” she said, “I’ll talk to Alder later and try to get their contact information. She looked over at Ingo, “Tired?”

Ingo finally brought down the mug, “I haven’t had coffee in five years, I’d almost forgotten the way it tasted.” he exhaled.

“I guess that’s fair.” Elesa said.

Emmet sneered, “How bad was your caffeine withdrawal?” he asked.

Ingo shuddered, “I haven’t had a headache that bad until that fire.” he said.

Emmet chuckled. “After your coffee, go shower. I’;; get some more sleep and we’ll show your pokemon you’re home.” he said.

Ingo smiled warmly, “Sounds good.” he leaned back on the counter and put his hand in his pocket, then froze just before taking a sip of his coffee.

“What’s wrong?” Emmet asked.

Wordlessly, Ingo pulled out two slightly weathered photos from his pocket. Ingo put down his mug and looked between the two. One with Sneasler, the other with his pokemon team he’d left behind. He took a deep breath, “I had these taken before I knew I was able to come home.” he said.

Emmet stood up and looked at the photos, leaning on the counter beside Ingo.”Whoa, what are those?” he pointed at the alpha pokemon.

Ingo took a deep breath, “Uh, so that’s Guard, he was a wyrdeer, which stantler used to evolve into. That’s Guillo, a kleavor, which scyther used to evolve into, and that’s Hauntress.” he pointed to the basculegion, “Uh… so there used to be a white-striped form of basculin, and only they could evolve into basculegion… but uh… pretty sure white-striped basculin are extinct…” he said.

Emmet saw Sneasler, “Is that the sneasel you were talking about? She looks… different.”

“Well- Hisui had a different variation of sneasel and they evolved into this. Sneasler.” he said, “She was one of the chosen by Arceus to protect Hisui, and I was in charge of looking after her.” he wiped his eye, “She wasn’t mine, necessarily, but it felt like she just adopted me.”

Elesa came over to look at the photos, “Oh, she looks like she had an attitude.” she smiled.

“She did.” Ingo said fondly, looking back and forth between the two photos. “I’m going to miss them.” he said.

“Did… did you not bring them?” Emmet asked.

Ingo shook his head. “I felt they’d be better suited at home. In Hisui. Helping the Pearl Clan.” he looked down at the tunic he still wore. “We said our goodbyes, though.” he said. “I’d like to get these framed.” he said.

“Of course!” Emmet nodded. “We’ll have those on the shelf for now.” he said.

“Thanks.” Ingo straightened up, “I’m going to shower. I’ll be out in a few.” he walked off.

Elesa and Emmet watched him leave, before looking back at each other and smiling. Elesa stepped forward and hugged him, “I can’t believe he’s back.”

Emmet’s eyes watered, “I’m… so relieved.” he said.

“Hey, we can celebrate your birthday now.” she said, “A little late, but better late than never, right?” she stepped back.

Emmet nodded, “I’d rather I didn’t have a headache for it, but might I propose the weekend?” He asked.

“Yeah, that’d give you time to recover and him to readjust.” she said, “Not to mention you’d have to talk to the police and close his case.” she said.

Emmet rolled his eyes, then winced once again at his headache.

“How’s your head?” she asked.

“Hurts.” he stated, “That bouffalant really rattled something.”

“Did you get your pain medication from the pharmacy?”

He shook his head, “No, just came straight home from the urgent care.” he said.

“I’ll go get them.” she said. “You and Ingo shouldn’t be going anywhere for a while. Did you call out of work?” she asked.

“Cilan did that for me. He’s taking over for the day.” he said, “He just… kind of assumed I wouldn’t be in today.”

“Good kid.” she nodded in approval, then walked him to the living room and sat him down. They faintly heard the shower running. Emmet laid on the couch and covered his eyes with his arm.

“So… what’s going to happen with your brother’s new reputation of bouffalant-wrestling?” Elesa asked.

“That’s up to him.” Emmet said, “He’s been through a lot, and apparently a bouffalant isn’t even the worst he’s had to face, but however he wants to handle that, I’ll be right behind him.” he said. He said.

“So… what was it like seeing that?”

“Seeing what?”

“Ingo wrestling the bouffalant?”

“Oh- I was unconscious.” Emmet answered, “I didn’t see anything. But Ingo says he never touched it.”

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Cat and Dog // Victoria De Angelis

words // 1034

warnings // again, curse words, a little angsty, I suppose fighting as well

pairing // Victoria De Angelis x GN!Reader

author's note // and it's in moment like this, when I write or read something like that that I do not doubt I am pansexual 😂

request // yes here

summary // Victoria and reader fight like cat and dog over the smallest of things. An unfortunate morning leads to a fontunate life.

She is perfect. Absolute perfection. With her blonde hair, her wonderful eyes, the grace and the beauty that attracts everyone around her. I could not stand her. Every moment she walked by me, every time she came into a room I was in, it felt like she was flaunting all like I felt I lacked. Victoria would pass me by and I would see all the people swooning over her, her little arrogant glances my way never helping the situation.

Such a funny person, a woman of gusto, a woman everyone would die for, a woman that simply made me feel inferior by existing in the same place as me. The jokes and her comments, and her laugh. She is perfect. So perfect. Too perfect, for me, and I hate that.

So much denial has clouded me in the past few years I am around her. Knowing Vic for around three years has been an absolute hell. For one reason or the other the two of us would always butt heads, have a snarky comment or joke to make about the other. It drove me insane; well she did.

After winning Eurovision, the band decided to take some time away, in their home studio, maybe with some friends staying with them, and much to Victoria's dismay I am one of those friends. The mornings were quiet, as long as we didn't interact, but the moment we shared the same air for a few minutes in the kitchen it was bound to be a mess.

This morning was no different. It was one of those days that I woke up early, getting the chance to busk in the serenity of the morning. So, I opened a window in the kitchen, I made my breakfast, prepared some coffee, making a mental note to buy more of it, and then moved to sit by the window as to get some of that early breeze before the sun hit. It was alright and for a time it was peaceful. And then, she walked in.

"Seriously, there is no coffee left? Cazzo, volevo solo un caffè. Eccoci di nuovo..." She kept mumbling and mumbling under her breath, never even throwing a glance at me.

(Fuck, I just wanted some coffee. There we go again.)

"You! You finished the coffee again Y/N." Finally her eyes met mine, stone cold expression as he finger waved accusingly in front of her.

"There is enough already on the coffee maker, Victoria. You can drink it, it doesn't have diseases," I scoffed, going back to the task at hand; finishing my breakfast in peace.

"I don't like the coffee you make, it's too strong."

"Ugh, then go buy some, the store is close by."

"You finished it, you go."

"Oh, for fucks sake, you both go. Non vi sopporto più!" It was maybe the first time I ever heard Ethan so mad. Truth be told, neither had realized how much this constant back and forth affected the others. Up to one point they considered it funny, even fueling the fire a few times, but not now.

(I can't stand you anymore)

And so we did. Neither was satisfied with the idea demand of Ethan but he was not open to arguments at such an hour. As surprising as it is, we were both quite polite while in public, trying not to attract too much attention from the people around us but also not to cause a scene. The occasional disagreement was still there.

"Why would you like that coffee Y/N, no! It's disgusting, we are not getting that."

"Well, I like it. I will take it."

"I said no!"

"And I said yes."

From that morning and on the relationship between Victoria and I got even more rocky. We were going against each other even more. For the amount of cheese one liked on their food, for the glasses we would use for water, even for the brand of water we'd drink. Everything was possible to be used in a fight and the others had gotten sick of it. As a result, the best idea they had was what every rational person would do: lock us in a room together. They clearly didn't think this through. You don't just lock the bull in the glass store.

"You will stay in there until you solve whatever has happened between you, cause this has gotten out of hand."

"What has happened is they are irritating!"

"Oh, of course it's my fault, Mrs Diva!"

"If you shut your mouth for once we wouldn't be here right now."

And so the argument moved on. Every sentence shot like a bullet, no time to think of it, no time to care, we just fired at each other. Insult after insult and complaint after complaint we ended up yelling at each other, face to face. So close. Close enough to just kiss. No.

"You- you are so - agh - bothersome." It felt intimate, how near we stood. One more step and we would be able to feel each other's breath.

"And you think you are better? All you do is but heads with me! Why do you hate me so much Victoria?" Silence. My breath hitched at my throat and she just stood there, mouth agape, no words coming out.

"I don't hate you," she whispered.

"Excuse me?"

"I said I don't hate you."

"Really? Cause it feels like you do!"

"I don't hate you! I hate what you do to me!" The words were deafening even if her voice was quiet. I hate what you do to me.

"Really Victoria, cause that's ir-" her movement startled me immensely. Her hands were by my face, my back on the wall and her lips on mine. Her lips on mine. I've been longing for these lips for such a long time. Having dreams about them, hating myself for it and hating her for it.

"I don't hate you." Is all that was said before she kissed me again, this time stronger, with more force and passion. It was like we didn't want to let go, just wanted it to continue forever.

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