just decant it :)

The First Move

A/N: For the anon who wanted Barba reacting to you making the first move and kissing him?
I apologize in advance as I’m 99.9% sure this isn’t want you wanted, but I was hijacked by my dear, departed @minidodds (and proofed & permitted by @avenuepotter).
If you wish to know how it really ended, in true fluffy Rafi Friday style, just let me know and I will kindly oblige you with the truth.


The thing you hated the most about being a medical examiner, wasn’t the guts and gore or seeing the depravity of mankind, it was testifying in open court. Ever since you were a teenager, public speaking had been something of an Achilles’ heel for you. From the overwhelming anxiety, right down to the occasional stutter that seemed to forget that it belonged to your childhood, you inevitably ended up a wreck.

Since taking a job in Manhattan, you had been called to testify on a number of occasions, and each time you had relied heavily on the beta blockers you’d asked your own doctor to prescribe for you. That was until you’d met Rafael Barba.

After your transfer, you’d soon discovered that New York City was a place where many a heinous crime took place. That was how you got to know Mr. Barba. You were first introduced to him in a rather unusual way. In fact, it was far from a formal introduction.


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Feeling Alive- Part 3

Summary: Dance school!AU (or the Step Up/Pride and Prejudice mash up nobody asked for). Bucky Barnes is forced to take twelve hours of commercial dance classes to pass the year- and that just happens to be your regular weekly dance class.

Introduction

Part 1 (Slow Hands)

Part 2 (Stay)


There Will Come a Time

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Chapter 4/?: There Will Come a Time

Word count: 3094

You guys. You’re just amazing. So many of you are sticking around and reading and hopefully enjoying and slkfjlaksjdf I’m just blown away. I’m aiming to finish this by the first of August! That’s doable, right? I feel like I should have mentioned this earlier, but if I were tagging this on AO3 it would be ‘SLOW BURN’. Idk how you all feel about that. But @systemfailuresunshine seems to be enjoying the pain ;) Anyway go forth and read my lovelies! (Feel free to drop me messages/asks or whatever)


The familiar, discordant chimes of your alarm shrill in your ears and you fumble for your phone without even opening your eyes.

“Shut up,” You grumble, as the smooth edges slip out of your fingertips for the third time. “Just, ugh, shush.”

Reluctantly, you crack open one eye and finally manage to stab down on the glowing screen. Silence at last. Unfortunately, you know you can’t roll over and go back to sleep: not unless you want to be late for work. You let out another heartfelt groan and force your eyes all the way open.

The screen of your phone is still lit up, showing two message notifications. You frown and swipe them open. One from your mum, asking when she can call- you quickly type out a reply suggesting this afternoon- and one from a number you don’t recognise.

Steve says that if you don’t reply by 12 we’re breaking down the door

Everything suddenly comes rushing back. Instinctively, you drop your phone on the covers and reach for the back of your head, wincing when your fingertips encounter a sizeable lump. Wriggling your shoulders merits the same reaction, and moving your legs sends a twinge through your hips. General conclusion: ouch. Still, not dead.

“Always a positive,” A dry voice rings through your memories, and you almost smile. Then you reach for your phone again.

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2 September 1978: George and Olivia Harrison marry in a private ceremony in Henley-on-Thames.

“There’s a song on the new album [George Harrison], ‘Dark Sweet Lady’: 'You came and helped me through/When I’d let go/You came from out the blue/Never have known what I’d done without you.’ That sums it up.” - George Harrison, Rolling Stone, 19 February 1979 [x]

“My dark sweet lady
Your heart so close to mine
You shine so heavenly… and
I love you dearly.”
- From “Dark Sweet Lady”

“I’m not a celebrity and I’m not in the entertainment business, I think that helps a lot. He had enough [celebrity] for both of us. And of course love is the key… and it depends on what your goals are in life. If your goal is to have a happy marriage then I think that’s a recipe for disaster. George’s goal was to have self-realization and enlightenment. If that is your goal it makes everything else a little bit easier.” - Olivia Harrison, The Australian, 3 March 2005 [x]

“I fell for her immediately. She is a very calming influence. She has been very supportive and we are blissfully happy together. I told her I didn’t want her doing all that typing. We started going with each other, and four years later we married.” - George Harrison [x]

“Pretty much. We felt it in our hearts from before we met. Even on the phone, we seemed to have some understanding, like you do when you meet the right person. And he was a charmer, such a charmer!” - Olivia Harrison on whether it was love at first sight, The Sun, 12 June 2009 [x]

“'What’s the secret of a long marriage?’ It’s like, 'You don’t get divorced.’ And I think, you know, you go through challenges in your marriage and I… Here’s what I found. First time we had a big hiccup in the road, I, you know, you go through things, you go, Wow. There’s a reward at the other end of it. There’s this incredible reward. You love each other more. You learn something. You let go of something. You get… Those hard edges get softened. You know, you’re that block of stone. And, you know, life shapes you and takes away those hard edges.” - Olivia Harrison, Living in the Material World [x]

“It’s hard to think of leaving the privacy and quiet of the happy life I have here.” - George Harrison, Billboard, 19 June 1999 [x]

“'I am still having a relationship with him, but it is just not a physical relationship any more. And the sooner one comes to terms with that, the easier it is, rather than feeling George has gone and he is never coming back.’ Does she communicate with him? 'I don’t really want to get into all that. That’s a dodgy question to answer because people might think… I don’t know if you have ever had anybody go who you have loved? Well, you do feel in communication with them because you feel so deeply in your heart that if you say a prayer, it goes straight to them.’
Olivia says that, towards the end, when he knew he was dying, her husband would comfort her by saying: ‘Olivia, you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine.’ And is she?
‘Fine is OK, but it is not really good enough, is it? But George was right, I am fine and I am OK, although I will miss him until my dying day. But he walked his road and now I have to walk mine.’” - The Telegraph, 24 January 2005 [x | x]

“We had these whole 30 years together and then at the end you’re able to just decant that time. We spent that summer together and we had so much fun. It’s amazing, you know. It’s the end of your life, here’s the conversation. ‘I hope I wasn’t a bad husband.’ ‘Well, I hope I was an okay wife,’ you know. 'How did we do? How did we do?’ And, and then you think, 'I’m so glad. I’m so glad that we just kept walking this path together.’ And all those other things that came and went, we just swatted away and batted away between us, you know.” - Olivia Harrison, Living in the Material World [x]

“I knew when you arrived
That no words could describe
What your love made me do
I’ll never get over you
[…] My understanding grew
But I’ll never get over, never get over you” - From “Never Get Over You”

“I love you, George. The joys, sorrows, lessons and love we shared are more than enough to fill my heart until we meet again.” - Olivia Harrison, 2002 [x]

Don’t Do This

Summary: Sequel to Don’t. Reader does what she has to in order to find Bucky.
Word Count: 1,540

Characters: Female reader, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, T’Challa 
Warnings: Language & angst
Author’s Note: Takes place after Civil War. GIF credit [x]

Tony snarled as the glass decanter you just hurled across the room whizzed by his ear. “Don’t do this, sis.”

The sarcasm was thick on your tongue, “Don’t do what, bro? Try and find the man I love?”

Tony’s face twisted in anger. “How can you love that?!”

“His name is Bucky,” you screamed before launching another expensive bottle of whiskey at your brother.

“And he killed our parents!”

How could your brother be so fucking thick? “He had no control.”

“And hell is just a sauna.”

When Tony started to approach, you held out your hand and shook your head. “Don’t, Tony.”

“Did you really think that I would know, let alone tell you, where the murdering bastard is?” Tony’s chest was damn near heaving with the rage flowing through him.

“I expected you to understand.”

Tony scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Understand?! Are you outta your fucking mind, Y/N? He killed our parents! How are you not as pissed off as I am?”

It drove you crazy how Tony failed to see how different your lives were. Despite growing up in the same house, with the same set of parents, your light would never shine as bright as Tony’s. For years you tried to get your parents to see you, but Tony kept their attention. Part of you didn’t really blame Tony, he was just a kid after all, but the other less rational side of you hated your brother for how your parents treated you in comparison.

“How is Bucky different than Bruce?” The question stopped Tony in his tracks.

It took him a moment to answer, “They’re not in the same ballpark!”

“No, they’re really not, Tony.” You scraped a hand over your face and through your hair, screwing your eyes shut to try and keep the tears from falling. It was no use. Tony was never going to help you find Bucky.

Your brother sighed heavily. “Look, Y/N, let’s go and get something to drink, ok? I appear to be fresh out.” He was just trying to lighten the mood, but you’d heard him try countless times before and you were tired of it.

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yourtropegirl  asked:

Blech to Barson!! Lol!! First move was so cute and sad!! So in Fluffy Rafi Friday style how was it supposed to end. Fabulous job!!

The First Move - The Fluffy Rafi Friday Ending

A/N: The original fic is HERE.
This is for @booyahfordhamlaw, @yourtropegirl@dreila03 and anyone else who wants fluffy Rafi.


Things really were easier as you looked into those green eyes. You felt a confidence that you’d never thought you’d have before. Testifying was a breeze! The case was a slam dunk.

You found yourself waiting in Rafael’s office as he finished speaking to a hoard of reporters. Having located his secret stash of scotch, you poured two glasses and settled yourself behind Rafael’s desk to wait, sipping on the strong spirit.

You were only on your third mouthful when Rafael burst into the room.

“Make yourself at home!” he said, sarcastically, taking off his jacket.

You felt ecstatic, bounding around his desk, you held out a glass of the Macallan you had just decanted.

“Thank you!” Rafael stopped right in front of you and took the glass from your hand. “For the drink and for helping me win the case.”

He put down the glass and spun you around. It was probably the effects of the scotch, but before you knew what you were doing, you had flung your arms around Rafael’s neck and your scotch-drenched lips were on his.

It took you a second to notice he wasn’t reciprocating, but instead frozen still.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” you pulled away from him, feeling incredibly foolish.

Rafael grabbed your wrist as you turned away.

“Wait!”

“I - I have to go,” you stuttered slightly as you tried to tug your arm out of his grasp.

Rafael had a surprisingly strong grip, he wasn’t hurting you, but he wouldn’t let you leave.

“Please don’t,” he pleaded.

You stopped trying to escape but couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the face, instead you inspected your own reflection in his polished shoes. Your body stiffened as he took a step closer to you, his soft warm fingers found your chin and Rafael tilted your face up gently to face his, but you refused to meet his gaze.

“Please look at me,” his tone was so soft and kind.

You do, albeit reluctantly, trying to keep the tears from welling up in your eyes.

“I’m sorry for how I reacted. I just wasn’t expecting you to … well you know.” Rafael felt himself blushing slightly. “Is this really what you want?”

“I thought it was pretty clear what I wanted.”

“I wanted to be sure that it wasn’t just an impulsive, scotch-fuelled, celebratory …” he tailed off as his lips met yours. As he had been talking, he had leaned closer and closer to your face.

So close that you could count the freckles on his nose. His kiss was gentle, he nibbled on your lips and traced their outline. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the sweet butterfly kisses, the caress of his lips softer than you could have imagined. The warmth of his mouth sent a current running through your body. The taste of coffee penetrated your taste buds as Rafael slipped his tongue into your mouth. His hands had found their way to the nape of your neck and were playing gently with your hair.

He pulled away sooner than you would have liked, but not too far away.

“I’d like to do that again sometime soon, if you don’t mind,” he said, softly.

“Sure. I definitely think you need my help winning your cases,” you smirked, some of your confidence had returned. “Well, you know where to find me, counselor.”

“Dinner at 8?”

“Will that be a celebratory dinner or a date?”

“Can’t I celebrate that I managed to get a date with a hot doctor?”

You laughed, “I’ll see you at 8!”

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Olivia and George Harrison at David Gilmour’s 50th birthday party, Fulham Town Hall, Fulham, London, 23 March 1996. Photos © REX.

“We had these whole 30 years together and then at the end you’re able to just decant that time. We spent that summer together and we had so much fun. It’s amazing, you know. It’s the end of your life, here’s the conversation. ‘I hope I wasn’t a bad husband.’ ‘Well, I hope I was an okay wife,’ you know. 'How did we do? How did we do?’ And, and then you think, 'I’m so glad. I’m so glad that we just kept walking this path together.’ And all those other things that came and went, we just swatted away and batted away between us, you know.” - Olivia Harrison, Living in the Material World [x]

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George and Olivia Harrison, screen capped from Living in the Material World and The Beatles’ “Real Love” video.

“I fell for her immediately. She is a very calming influence. She has been very supportive and we are blissfully happy together. I told her I didn’t want her doing all that typing. We started going with each other, and four years later we married.” - George Harrison, quoted in The Mirror, 1 December 2001

Q: “You met your wife, Olivia, at the end of what seems to have been a pretty low period for you personally - 1974.
George: Yeah, well after I split up from Pattie, I went on a bit of a bender to make up for all the years I’d been married. If you listen to ‘Simply Shady’, on Dark Horse, it’s all in there - my whole life at that time was a bit like [laughing] Mrs. Dale’s Diary [a now defunct British radio soap opera].”

Q: “Were you going down fast?”
George: “Well, I wasn’t ready to join Alcoholics Anonymous or anything - I don’t think I was that far gone - but I could put back a bottle of brandy occasionally, plus all the other naughty things that fly around. I just went on a binge, went on the road… all that sort of thing, until it got to the point where i had no voice and almost no body at times. Then I met Olivia and it all worked out fine. There’s a song on the new album, ‘Dark Sweet Lady’: ‘You came and helped me through/When I’d let go/You came from out the blue/Never have known what I’d done without you.’ That sums it up.” - Rolling Stone, 19 April 1979

Q: “Was it love at first sight?”
Olivia: “Pretty much. We felt it in our hearts from before we met. Even on the phone, we seemed to have some understanding, like you do when you meet the right person. And he was a charmer, such a charmer!” - The Sun, 2009

“The silence of George’s absence in our lives is deafening. […]
I love you, George. The joys, sorrows, lesson and love we shared are more than enough to fill my heart until we meet again.” - From “A Few Words About George” by Olivia Harrison, Harrison by the editors of Rolling Stone, 2002

“We had these whole 30 years together and then at the end you’re able to just decant that time. We spent that summer [of 2001] together and we had so much fun. It’s amazing, you know. It’s the end of your life, here’s the conversation. ‘I hope I wasn’t a bad husband.’ ‘Well, I hope I was an okay wife,’ you know. 'How did we do? How did we do?’ And, and then you think, 'I’m so glad. I’m so glad that we just kept walking this path together.’ And all those other things that came and went, we just swatted and batted away between us, you know.” - Olivia Harrison, Living in the Material World

“I worked hard at it all and the results pulled me out from under the cool shadow of sadness. I admit I have had a pretty amazing 10 years. It goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway, that not in a million years would I have made that trade. I have to thank George for my life with him and oddly enough, for with my life without him.” - Olivia Harrison, Huffington Post, 3 October 2011

“'I am still having a relationship with him, but it is just not a physical relationship any more. And the sooner one comes to terms with that, the easier it is, rather than feeling George has gone and he is never coming back.’ Does she communicate with him? ‘I don’t really want to get into all that. That’s a dodgy question to answer because people might think… I don’t know if you have ever had anybody go who you have loved? Well, you do feel in communication with them because you feel so deeply in your heart that if you say a prayer, it goes straight to them.’

Olivia says that, towards the end, when he knew he was dying, her husband would comfort her by saying: ‘Olivia, you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine.’ And is she? ‘Fine is OK, but it is not really good enough, is it? But George was right, I am fine and I am OK, although I will miss him until my dying day. But he walked his road and now I have to walk mine.’” - The Telegraph, 24 January 2005

“I ask Olivia what she would say to George now. She pauses.
'I hope I told you everything. I hope I told you how wonderful you are.'” - The Times, interview conducted by Helen Rumbelow, 24 September 2014 [Thank you very much fo friarparksoulclub for sharing this article.]