“To Song Ma Rin in the future. I pray that when you receive this letter, you will not be hating me. Even if our future days are unhappy. I am satisfy with what we have now. If I had to go back to the past and make my choice again. I choose you. Please don’t forget our precious memories. Your husband, So Joon.”
Bucky breaks up with Tony, because he thinks Tony belongs with Steve. Because he sees the way they look at each other. What he doesn't know is that Tony is glaring a hole in Steves stupid face, while Steve is actually quietly pining. And Tony is heartbroken and goes into his workshop for days. And then Bucky is about to cave cause he misses Tony so much he goes back to him and finds Steve confessing. Tony instead of accepting him, blows up in Steves face and blames him for Bucky leaving.
Tony breaks down in tears. Steve leaves heartbroken, but Bucky can’t focus on that right now. Winteriron Happy Ending.
Hi!! If you aren't too busy (no rush :D) could you please write either 'things you said after it was over' or 'things you said when you thought I was asleep'? Your writing is fantastic and I hope you enjoyed the episode!!
Hello! Thank you so much, and I did enjoy the episode! Now I’m just dying while waiting for the rest of the season.
“So what now?” she asks, a single tear dropping from her face, but Fitz offers no answers. His brain has fizzled out; he can’t comprehend the blinking from existence of his friend, without fanfare, like it meant nothing. Lincoln sacrificed himself for a world that will never know his name and Fitz just doesn’t know why they hadn’t been faster, smarter, better.
He’ll never be able to unstick Daisy’s aching sobs from his mind, and he’ll never forgive himself for reaching for Jemma and thinking only, thank god it wasn’t you.
They choke their way through a stunned debrief that is less debrief and more an awkward attempt to provide comfort Daisy refuses to accept. After, Jemma drags Fitz back into her bunk and kisses him so hard it bruises. Mine, she is saying against his lips, his throat, his chest, and he gives her everything she’s ever needed because it’s all he knows how to do.
She cries out in pleasure and then she just cries. The only time Fitz feels whole is when he’s buried inside of her, so he holds her against his sweaty skin and lets her tears scrub at his sins.
“I just wanted a vacation with you,” Jemma whispers, breath tickling against his chest. “I thought we’d sorted Hive and I just wanted to leave and I thought I’d never been happier in my whole life.”
Her words break something loose within his lungs. “I’ve never been happier either,” he admits, but happy isn’t quite the right word for it. Relieved, maybe. Grateful. He had seen in Daisy’s breakdown what everyone else must have seen as he fought against a monolith he had no hope of beating.
But he had emerged from hell with sunlight in his arms, and the universe hadn’t even allowed Daisy a body to bury.
“What can we do?” she asks, and he’s not sure if she’s asking about the team or Daisy or their own future.
“I don’t know,” he answers, when he realizes this is the only answer he can give her for anything. The conflicting desires and fears are churning in his stomach until he feels nauseated with them, but Jemma is safe and for now that’s all he will allow himself to need.
“So what now?” she asks, a single tear running down her face as they stare at the security footage, as Mack holds up the barely-legible note from Daisy.
Now, there is a dizzying flood of paperwork that goes along with legitimacy. There are lie detections, whispered rumors about a new chain of command. There are decisions to be made about their new place within an organization for which they’ve killed. For which they’ve died. There is a form to complete requesting joint accommodations, and as he signs his name next to Jemma’s it all seems surreal. Over a decade of friendship and a love that tore his heart out, and all he has to do is sign his name to make it bureaucratically acceptable.
He had bought a bottle of champagne for the occasion. The Seychelles had been indefinitely postponed and at the rate work was going, it would be awhile before they had time to celebrate anything more momentous than being approved for a coveted couple’s room.
But now, with concerning news reports coming in about their best friend who hadn’t even said goodbye, he thinks to the champagne chilling in the refrigerator and wonders if it will ever be appropriate. If Jemma’s drunken giggle will ever be unweighted again.
He doesn’t have answers for Jemma and he knows that, really, she doesn’t expect any.
In the end, she finds the champagne and brings it to him. He’s right—her laugh isn’t as carefree as it had been, underage at the Academy and more drunk off their successes than the alcohol. But when she kisses him and he sloshes his drink on their new bed, when she scolds him and then pulls his shirt off anyway, he thinks this is what healing must feel like.
Daisy downs her glass of champagne and jumps into Fitz’s arms, stealing him away from Jemma for a dance. “I’m so happy for you both,” she says, and he feels the truth of her statement in the way her arms tighten around his waist. Tension he hadn’t known he’d been holding drifts out of him and he places a kiss to her hairline in gratitude. For being his friend, for throwing him an outrageous bachelor party, for coming back to them all those years ago.
They sway together for one whole song before Jemma can’t take his absence any longer and swirls back into his orbit. Daisy kisses Jemma on the cheek delightedly, leaving a bright red imprint of her lips like a brand. She whispers something scandalous in Fitz’s ear that makes him blush and Jemma pulls him towards her for a kiss borderline inappropriate for the relatives and friends scattered around. As if anyone in attendance could ever begrudge them their moments of happiness.
“So… what now?” she asks, tears of laughter streaming down her face as she drags him away from the crowd and onto the quiet balcony. He knows she’s laughing at him—his outfit askew all these hours later, sweat glistening, his curls sticking in every direction—but he’ll never mind looking ridiculous if he can just hear her laugh like this forever. It’s a beautiful night, but the chill in the air has kept most of the guests inside on the dance floor. Above him, the stars light up their little corner of the planet and he sends a grateful thought to Lincoln, for saving the world and allowing him this moment of perfection.
Jemma’s gaze follows his own, up to the stars that had loved her enough to return her to Fitz’s side. It strikes Fitz then, as he looks over at his new wife, that he can truly pinpoint this as the happiest day of his life. When she turns to smirk at him, he grins back and amends his previous thought: this is the happiest day of his life, so far.
Maybe she’s not expecting an answer, but this time he has one. He wraps his arms around her and tucks her head beneath his chin, hands running along her lace dress. “Our part of this party is over. What do you say we sneak off to the honeymoon suite?”
“Leopold Fitz!” she gasps, and her smile causes his heart to stutter. He feels like no one’s ever seen a smile like this before, so he kisses her to keep it his secret.
“Yes,” she breathes against his lips. “Yes.” And in this word, she hands him the rest of his life.
My siblings eagerly sent me this picture saying there was a stall set up in the local area and “it looked like the proper salafi stuff you’re into” haha. Turns out they had visited City Centre Da'wah and alhamdulillaah the brothers gave them a lot of literature.
I asked to borrow one of the CDs and they said no, they wanted to listen to it first.
literally every character this season: how does it feel to be on the sidelines, victor? how is it to watch your long-time rivals perform from the audience? how do you feel about having your records broken?
victor: could you take a picture of yuri and me with my phone?????