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Tag yourself as music keys (as told by the Signature Series CBC)
  • C major: Childlike, carefree, unselfconscious
  • C minor: Misunderstood genius, misanthrope, caught in a heroic struggle
  • D-flat major: Has a dreamy smile, makes jewelry, innocent
  • C-sharp minor: Mysterious, secretive, doesn't open up to others
  • D major: Overachiever, cheerful, enthusiastic
  • D minor: Angry at the world, betrayed by friends, alone
  • E-flat major: Respected by others, popular, a great leader
  • E-flat minor: Quirky, strange, not very well known
  • E major: Delightful, charming, a morning person
  • E minor: Proud, likes drama, needy
  • F major: Calm, in control of things, secretly has an iron will beneath that sweet smile
  • F minor: Not to be messed with, tough, never gives up
  • F-sharp major: Friendly, gives hugs, has lovely plants
  • F-sharp minor: Shy, stays home a lot, scared of other people
  • G major: Playful, naive, a great sport
  • G minor: Stubborn, gets into arguments, smart
  • A-flat major: Kind, always pays for dinner, bakes cookies for friends
  • G-sharp minor: Weary, moves gracefully, 100% done with society
  • A major: Can't keep still, impatient, capricious
  • A minor: Has unfulfilled dreams, cannot let go of the past, mournful
  • B-flat major: Nerd, nature enthusiast, loves to gaze at the stars
  • B-flat minor: Doesn't show feelings, gets uncomfortable at the mention of feelings, actually has feelings
  • B major: Loves weekends, sleeps in, operates on a different internal clock
  • B minor: Gloomy, likes art and wine, hides under a blanket
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GW fixes Mary’s hair. Mary blows GW a kiss. Awkward turtle smile ensues…

Thank you @commanderbadassmarshmallowfluff for the video ♥

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“if i lay here….if I just lay here…”

part one | part two

fic: A Different Song
author:  Quartetship

A Different Song embodies so many beautiful, and painful, things about life and growing up away from home. It’s the kind of story that stays with you even once you’ve turned the last page, and I’m honored to have been able to work with you on this, Q. Thank you so much for commissioning me <3

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for @alrightpotter who didn’t expect this but got it anyway


“Objection! The witness just perjured himself.”

Lily wanted to hit him so badly she physically had to hold herself back from doing so. “Judge, the witness is stating his name, I don’t understand how that is willingly perpetrating a lie in this court.”

Potter, already standing, smirked at the jury like they were his friends. A majority smiled back. “It says on the witness statement here” at this he waved the bit of paper at the jury, like they already didn’t have a copy, “that the witnesses name is ‘Peter Adam Pettigrew’ and not ‘Peter Pettigrew’ like the witness just claimed. Presumably the witness knows his own name, and this is clear grounds for expulsion.”

“Judge he clearly misspoke-“

“Oh so now you’re assuming on behalf of the witness, forgive me, Miss Evans but I thought you were representing the crown and not Mr Pettigrew’s interests-“

“The job of a lawyer is to respond to objections Mr Potter, and you’d know that if you ever paid attention-“

“Objection!” Potter called again, pointing at her like a child, “Miss Evans just questioned my credentials-“

Lily gripped the pen she was holding so hard she snapped it. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I miss the part where I questioned you were a lawyer? Was I not present in the event of that coming out of my actual mout-“

 

“Counselors!” Lupin didn’t even bang his gavel, “Mr Potter will you please sit down, it is not necessary for you to stand up every time you say something. Miss Evans, would you care to face your witness? The court does not have this sort of time for you two to dispute over every point. Mr Potter your objection is overruled.

Potter collapsed back into his chair, still staring at her, eyebrows slightly raised. Next to him Black, leaning on the back legs of his chair and with a wonky tie, was grinning, as if he wasn’t on trial for embezzlement and fraud and god knows what else. Potter was still staring at her like a dare, like he was waiting to go in again, and she wanted to hit something.

She turned back around. “Mr Pettigrew if you could state your age for the court.”

“Uh.” Pettigrew was sweating, face glossy, and leaned in to close to the microphone. “twenty-one.”

“Objection! The witness is actually twenty-one and seventy-two days and has failed to make this clear to the court.”

Lily felt all blood rush to her head, because it was month three of this bullshit, and it was to fucking hot, and there was ink on her pants, and he was so clearly trying to put on a show to entertain the jury, and it was so clearly working. “How would anyone be expected to know-“

“I know my exact age is twenty-three years and one hundred and eleven days so it’s not my fault Miss Evans that you don’t keep up to date with your personal-“

“Not all of us have so much time on our hands Potter you fucking assh-

 

“Oh I make time so don’t blame me-“

 

“Fucking God you’re being ridicul-“

 

“Mr Potter! Miss Evans!” and suddenly, Lily was aware of Lupin yelling, and that Potter had gotten up from his desk, and they were inches from each other, and that the jury had seen all of it. Good god, he was close, she could see each of his eyelashes. There was a slight scar across his left cheekbone.

“This is a courtroom!” dimly, Lupin was yelling, but it was as if she was hearing it underwater, and she was looking at Potter, and he was looking at her, and she fucking hated him. He knew exactly how old Pettigrew was down to the day. Probably because he knew Pettigrew’s birthday. He probably knew a lot of things about Pettigrew she didn’t. That’s what comes with being best mates with someone since you were eleven.

Sirius didn’t do it you know. He’d said that day in the woman’s bathroom, and she’d jumped and sworn and flicked sink water at him. He really didn’t. He’s being framed.

He’s your client. She’d said, washing her hands and looking at him though the mirror, that’s what you’re supposed to say.

Trust me, if Sirius wanted to commit embezzlement he wouldn’t get caught. He’d responded, leaning against the door, hair just touching the frame, arms folded.

He’s your best friend. She’d said, simply, You’re defending him pro-bono. You’re supposed to think he’s innocent.

 

She was thinking of how he’d said nothing, how she’d turned around and he was gone, like a dream or a ghost. Later, when he never mentioned it in court or the halls or the office where they both argued about who could use the printer, she wondered if she dreamt it. Him, the bathroom, how he’d looked at her. Almost sadly. Like he knew something she didn’t. Like he wished she knew it to.

And now of course, standing there, getting a lecture on court behavior from an exasperated Lupin, she couldn’t help but look at him again. Thinking of Black’s wonky tie and Pettigrew sweating buckets on the stand and the five-thousand dollar suit he was wearing, despite claiming to be on benefits.

Lupin was still tlking anf-for once- Potter was completely silent. Lily couldn’t stop thinking about any of it, the case, the shady camera footage, how Pettigrew said his story the same way every time like he practiced it. And oh God, Potter’s face when he’d said He didn’t do it, you know. Like he really did know. Like he had never known anything so certainly in his life. And Oh God, it was times like this, and at four in the morning when she was lying awake, where she believed him. It was times like this when she was almost sure that she was making a terrible, terrible mistake.

You are more.

Request: “Request Hey! Was wondering if I could get a request? It’s where the reader is Tony’s girlfriend (they’re really in love) and has been for a while but Bucky is completely in love with her? If you could write about Bucky seeing them doing random stuff that you think they would do and his thoughts on it all? Also, Bucky is super confused because she is not his type at all as she likes heavy metal and basically everything Tony does? Btw adore your writing :) ❤” -@y0ulo0ksoco0l

Summary: Bucky had never experienced true love until he met you.

Word count: 3,154

Warnings: Mild swearing

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I had SO much fun writing it! By the way, I adore you :)

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Originally posted by katerinasgranger


For some unknown reason, Bucky had woken up this morning knowing something was different: today was going to be good.

Loud laughter filled the air, every nook and cranny overflowing with the echo of happiness. The sun seemed to burn brighter as rays of sunlight gleamed off every surface and danced across Bucky’s skin. The darkness that normally marched around the back of Bucky’s mind had been lifted, gloom no longer infected his thoughts and a deep, dark mist was no longer sewn onto his eyelids.

Walking into the living area, which could be frequently mistaken for a youth club, Bucky rubbed the last remaining fragments of sleep out of his eyes. The laughter he heard from his bedroom had grown into a roar of hollering and Bucky certainly wasn’t a fan but, at least, it woke him up.

Despite being comfortably settled in and used to city life, large social interactions still wrecked havoc on Bucky’s anxiety and, therefore, he certainly didn’t want to somehow wind up being asked to ‘join in’ as, after that, there would be no escape. But, he certainly wasn’t helping himself, the longer he stood there, the higher the risk of being caught and reeled in.

All he needed to do was get into the kitchen, get something to eat and get out, a couple more minutes and he’d be able to slip back into the comfort of his room Yet, his feet stayed firmly planted in the doorway, his body turned to ice.

As he desperately attempted to calm his mind and slow the frantic beat of his heart, he took in his surroundings. However, while observing the theatrical setting before him, he noticed a person that he had not seen before.

Every pair of eyes were latched onto her image, confidence dripped off the end of her slender fingers, long blonde hair rippled down her back in waves of delight and elegance, fused with an overwhelming sense of sexiness. She was mesmerising.

Bucky’s heart lost control, once again, and a faint blush climbed upon his cheeks. Never in his life had he seen someone so beautiful. For all Bucky knew, she could have been a model. Her body was perfectly proportioned, her smile sparkled and she was surrounded by an aura of happiness and light. With a flick of her finger, she was able to capture the interest of the people surrounding her; she made them smile and laugh, her confidence was intimidating, to say the least. She reminded Bucky of Tony, well except for the fact Tony was an asshole and the woman before him looked like the complete opposite.

Like the rest of the Tower’s occupants he felt hypnotised by her presence, his body begged to join in, to reach out and touch her…

But, Bucky had to keep away. In the silent corners of his day, demons would creep under his skin and plague his mind –he was still dangerous, he had never stopped being dangerous. Whenever he got close to someone, fate would dangle them before his eyes then rip them away. He did not belong with people of such beauty, he did not deserve to.

Ripping his eyes from her figure, he trekked back to the comfort of his bedroom and begged his mind to forget the addictive smell of her fragrance.

A few hours later the laughter had died down and Bucky assumed the coast was clear. So, he got up and he headed to the gym, desperate to relieve the tension that pulled at his heart strings.

As soon as he opened the door, he sensed the gym was not empty like he had hoped. As he looked around, searching for the intruder, a sea of blonde hair flashed at the corner of his eye. Shit.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky vowed to ignore her. All he had to do was stay for twenty minutes to reduce the suspicion that he was avoiding her then, leave. What could go wrong?

Heading in the opposite direction of where she was positioned, Bucky put in his earphones and turned his music up to full volume, praying that the authoritative lullaby of an orchestra would settle his nerves.

After twenty minutes had flown by, he silently thanked the Gods. He could leave and, oh, he planned to as quickly as possible. Hastily, he turned off the machine, wiped the sweat gathering at his brow and turned around. But, of course, he happened to collide with a body much smaller than his, throwing the person to the ground.

A deep red sprung upon his face as he apologised profusely, helping the young woman up, whom after brushing herself off and gathering her wits, thrust her hand forward, a look of embarrassment flushed through her cheeks.

“I’m really sorry; I shouldn’t have been standing so close. I guess I just grew incompetent in my excitement to finally meet you, Steve has said the most wonderful things.” Her voice flowed like honey and her eyelashes fluttered as she sent a sweet smile Bucky’s way.

Stupefied, Bucky searched for something to say. He longed to shake her hand but she’d held up the wrong one, he’d have to shake it with his metal arm and he wasn’t quite ready for that. Just as he’d formed a sentence that was somewhat coherent within the mess that was his mind, the woman in front of him filled the empty silence instead.

Dropping her arm, her smile faltered as a realised her mistake. “Anyway, it’s lovely to meet you even if I’m currently drenched in sweat. My names Rosemary, maybe we could hang out sometime? It was a real shame that you couldn’t join us this morning.” Giving Bucky one last smile, Rosemary turned around and started to leave the gym. Thinking that she’d upset Bucky, she deemed it best to just give him some time; maybe she could try again later.

On cue, Bucky’s stomach growled and gathering all the courage he could find, he blurted out the sentence that led to the blossoming of a beautiful friendship. “Do you to get McDonald’s?”

Stopping in her tracks, a smile burst onto Rosemary’s face. “I’m not a big fan of fast food but, after we’ve cleaned up, we could cook something? There’s no point Tony having a massive kitchen if no one uses it.” Turning round to see Bucky’s reaction, her smile grew even as she was faced with a warm smile and Bucky’s sparkling, grey eyes.

“That sounds good!” Bucky agreed.

Every day since then Rosemary and Bucky cooked together: sometimes it was for the whole team, sometimes it was just for them and sometimes they used their impressive skills to microwave some popcorn as they sat down to watch a movie. It gave Bucky, the release he needed. For that small part of his day, he could relax and forget every worry-

“Buck! The plums! You’re burning the plums.” Rosemary shouted as she rushed over to save the day. Well, every worry except burning the food in front of him.

“Are you doing okay today? You look very distracted.” Her voice turned soft as the turned towards Bucky, giving him her full attention.

The truth was that he was more than alright: he felt like he was on cloud nine. He and Rosemary had grown exponentially closer as they spent more and more time together, he woke up looking forward to seeing her and feel asleep still laughing at the mischief they wound themselves up in that day. His nightmares were fading and his face frequently wore a smile, a major improvement since when he’d first arrived.

Day by day he also felt himself falling further in love with her. He now noticed the way Rosemary’s hair shone white in the sunlight, how her blue iris’ were surrounded by a ring of emerald green, how her love of rock music (much to Bucky’s disgust) fuelled her shower sessions in the morning and how, despite her confidence, she often got embarrassed when given compliments.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Bucky sighed, a smile written upon his face. If only had the confidence to show her how he really felt.

“Good,” Rosemary replied, her voice almost a whisper as she doubted Bucky had told her the truth. “However, I have some bad news: I won’t be able to make our sessions anymore. Tony gets back from his mission tomorrow so, from now on, I’m going to be one very busy lady.”

Bucky’s body tensed up, what was he going to do? How could he get through her day without the smell of her sweet perfume or her infectious laughter? How dare Tony steal his happiness from him!

Much to Bucky’s disgust, Rosemary wasn’t lying or even exaggerating. She always seemed to be doing something or going somewhere and elevator conversations turned into quick nods of acknowledgement as she flew past him on the way to an important meeting, hugs turned into small smiles as they connected eyes from different sides of a room. It was killing Bucky.

His nightmares blazed throughout the night, scorching his mind and covering his skin in a thick layer of sweat. His room became his sanctuary once again, as he missed movie nights and stayed away from the smallest sign of human contact.

But Bucky wasn’t the only one his isolation was affecting, Steve’s heart hung heavy in his chest as he watched his best friend fall backwards into a pit of sorrow. Steve had to do something.

“What the hell happened to you, Buck?” Steve exclaimed, his throat dry and sore. Seeing Bucky like this filled him with so much pain and he couldn’t take it anymore.

Turning his head to look straight into Steve’s eyes, Bucky’s own eyes filled with tears. “I think I fell in love,” he croaked out. The look in Bucky’s eyes was indescribable; they were coated with a raging insufferable ache that turned his grey eyes dark with despair.

“Buck…” Steve sighed, reaching out to comfort his friend, his breath full of unease.

“Go on. Tell me that my feelings aren’t real, that I’m imagining them.” Bucky taunted, his voice laced with spite.

“I wasn’t going to say that,” Steve replied, averting his gaze to the floor.

“Yes, you were! You were going to say exactly that, just in the overly polite language that comes out of your mouth. I’ve had enough of people telling me what to feel and what not to feel.” The volume of Bucky’s voice increased as his body turned to stone; the only inclination of his true emotions was that sad look in his eyes.

Just as Steve was about to bombard Bucky with questions about his strong feelings of affection, it all fell into place. One word explaining it all: Rosemary. Without realising it she had strung Bucky along, every time they met he had latched more of himself onto her until Tony came back and she left. Steve would understand if Bucky had described it as a crush but love? How could you feel such strong feelings towards someone who was dating your enemy?

That was the thing: Bucky had no idea. Not wanting Bucky to hate her like he hated Tony, Rosemary had kept it from him. Her intentions were innocent but she’d wound up breaking Bucky’s heart into a million pieces. There was so much Bucky didn’t know that he’d filled the gaps with his own explanations about his arm driving Rosemary away, how she grew scared of him, how she got bored of his company and would now do anything to stay out of his way.

How was Steve going to explain the truth to Buck?

“She’s not the one for you, Buck, and you know it. There’s a difference between being in love with a person and being in love with the idea of that person. Or, maybe it’s the idea of having someone but she’s not yours to have.” Steve didn’t know how else to say it. But Bucky obviously didn’t take it the right way as he quickly stood up, mumbling phrases of hatred directed towards the world under his breath.

Steve was lost, he didn’t know what he could say nor do that would make it better. Maybe there wasn’t anything he could do.

“She’s dating Tony.” The words left his mouth before he could stop them tumbling out, he didn’t want to say it but someone had to tell Bucky and if Rosemary wouldn’t then it was up to Steve.

Bucky stopped, each word slicing a fresh wound into his heart.

“They’ve been dating for what seems like forever. Yes, that time has been filled with breaks here and there but at the end of the day, they always manage to wind up in each other’s arms. I’m not trying to manipulate your feelings, or whatever you’re accusing me of but, Buck, do you even know what you’re feeling?”

Bucky gathered his broken pieces together and kept walking.

“She’s truly a lovely person; she’s intelligent, kind, confident and normal. She doesn’t have a dark past or a hidden super power, the world doesn’t plaster her face in every museum known to man and a secret organisation doesn’t try and take her down. But that doesn’t mean she’s the right person for you. Someone is out there waiting for you to be their hero in shining armour but that girl isn’t Rosemary. She already her hero, she has Tony.”

Bucky was soon out of sight as he rushed away, fearing the words would blow out the small flame of happiness he felt inside him.

“I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” Steve cried, consumed with grief at the sight of his friend falling apart right before his eyes and he realised it was too late. Bucky was already torn into pieces.

Days and night soon merged into one as time was not a concept that interested Bucky anymore, he had to let himself grieve and he didn’t care how long it took. Steve’s words had brought him a sense of comfort and he realised the images that he made up in his head were thankfully just a product of his imagination. Bucky had no choice but wait till his body fixed itself, there was no cure for heartbreak or way he would speed up the process but he was willing to wait. It would all work out in the end.

Bucky no longer isolated himself from his friends; he joined in on games night and had frequent competitions with Sam in the gym. He laughed and let himself enjoy the comfort of his closest companions. Of course, the itch inside his chest remained but with every passing moment, it started to fade.

Then, finally, one day it clicked.

The feelings Bucky had once felt were not love, they were just as complicated but not the same. More than anything, it was a sense of admiration that consumed him. He was awestruck by her confidence and charisma but didn’t want them for himself.

Rosemary was an excellent cook but his plum pies were better. Rosemary was a good fighter but Bucky’s metal arm always gave him the upper hand. Don’t get it wrong, it was not a competition to Bucky but he realised all he’d done was put himself down by comparing himself to Rosemary. He’d instilled his happiness in the thought of her and that was dangerous, it had caused him to lose himself. He was too focused on her excellence to appreciate his own. It was impossible to truly compare himself to someone else as, that person had not experienced the same things as Bucky, not had to deal with the same grief and happiness Bucky had been through.

He realised that now and he realised how Steve was right all along: Rosemary was not the girl for him.

Months had passed and Bucky’s heart had healed, he certainly wasn’t ready for another heartbreak but was, somewhat, putting himself out there. He’d gone on a few dates ranging from bad to beyond terrible and maybe it was because he wasn’t used to modern dating or maybe it was Sam whispering (the worst) advice into his ear but he’d decided to ‘go with the flow’. It would happen when the time was right and Bucky was prepared to wait.

To Bucky, dates felt staged and unnatural. The women always seemed to be both kinky as hell and extremely bad at hiding it or scared. Two things Bucky was certainly not ready for.

Walking into the coffee shop, he was caressed by the warm smell of cappuccinos and hot chocolates. The store had recently opened up and, despite its popularity, the queues were short and the drinks were of the highest standard- according to Scott anyway, not that the man needed coffee anytime of the day. But the thing that interested Bucky the most was that upstairs was a library, anytime from 6am-11pm you could waltz into the store grab a coffee, sit down and read your favourite book.

Once Bucky had grabbed his drink, he practically ran up the stairs in order to get his favourite seat in the house. Stuck in the corner next a massive window, Bucky could sit peacefully in silence while admiring the views of upstate New York.

Bucky read in order to calm his mind, the words were a lullaby to his soul that slowed the erratic beating of his heart and transported him to another reality. He could spend days pouring himself into the pages as the dusty old smell sung his mind to sleep. A mind that overworked and over thought, haunted by the taste of blood and the screams of innocents.

“Sir, would you like some more coffee?” Your quiet voice questioned, rescuing Bucky from his thoughts. Looking up Bucky was awe-struck and with a quick nod of his head, he drank you in.

There was a shyness to the woman before him and a softness in your voice, your beauty was not regular like super models but gleamed furiously in the delicate edges of your face and the swell of your lips. It was as if the stars had decided to rest inside the beauty of your eyes, wrapped up in the warm hues of your soul.

Your beauty was not something that could physically be held, it was not determined by the size of your jeans or the colour of your hair but flowed through the warm winds that rippled through your clothes and intertwined with the fiery passion that raced through your veins.

You were neither a model nor someone who walked down red carpets and men would not stare as you walked through the street, due to the fact you were not the embodiment of society’s twisted definition of beauty.

And you were simply not what Bucky had wished for, you were more.




A/N: Constructive criticisms is appreciated! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

gay-and-disorganized  asked:

Hi! can you do 32.You're blushing! for berena? :)

Hello! I’m sorry for the delay in getting this prompt done. I hope it was worth the wait and I hope you enjoy this fluffy piece of nonsense!

32. You’re blushing

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I was standing at the nurses’ station when Raf appeared by my side and I quickly looked down at the file in my hands. To my embarrassment, it was empty. I closed it and pushed it to the bottom of the pile in front of me.

“Everything ok?” He asked, checking the computer.

“Of course,” I replied as I picked up another file, which was thankfully full, and began to browse the content inside. I actually wasn’t taking any note of what the words said but I hoped I looked like I was.

“Good,” He smiled up at me and returned to the computer.

I glanced over at him, making sure that he was busy and then allowed my eyes to find the person who occupied my mind. She had been brought onto the ward in army fatigues, a gaggle of young army personnel surrounding her until she barked an order at them; they quickly disappeared. She had mostly kept to herself, was polite to the staff and I couldn’t help but notice the way she flirted with a few of the female nurses. My intrigue had peaked.

The woman was beautiful, her blonde hair slicked back into a low ponytail, cheekbones to die for, a long neck… the images that filtered into my mind were not work appropriate. I knew I was staring but I thought I had the corner covered on discreet until the woman in question, turned to look directly at me. I dropped the file from my hands, my eyes snapping down.

“Are you alright?” Raf asked as he stooped down to help me collect the paper.

“Butter fingers today,” I said, feeling my cheeks flame even more than they already had been. I cursed myself for my girlish stupidity.

“You’re blushing,” Raf noted with a confused smile.

I shook my head as I gathered the papers back into the file. “It’s hot in here today, isn’t it?” I gave a false, strained laugh and grimaced at the smirk on Raf’s face. When we stood up, he glanced in the direction I had been looking when I dropped the file.

“Oh yes,” Raf said with a knowing look. “Very hot.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Thank you, Doctor di Luca.” I was about to walk away when Morven appeared at the nurses’ station.

“Ms Campbell?” I turned to look at her. “I was wondering if you could take a look at the leg wound in Bay 3? I’m concerned about nerve damage.”

“Of course,” I said, thankful for the distraction.

“Keen,” Raf mumbled when I handed him the file I had been pretending to read. I frowned at him and he tilted his head in the direction of Bay 3.

“Oh lord,” I said under my breath. Raf smirked as I pushed past him

“This is Major Berenice Wolfe.” Morven smiled brightly from the side of the bed. “Her leg was injured in a RTC.”

“Any news on David?” The Major asked.

“Not yet,” Morven said. “He’s still in surgery.” She looked over at me. “David Cooper was driving when they were hit by a cargo truck. Perforated lung and a shattered arm.” She turned back to the other woman. “He’ll be in recovery for a long time but it’s not too serious. I’ll update you when I have news.”

“You were lucky,” I said, glancing toward the Major. Mistake. The woman was looking at me through narrowed eyes, her mouth bearing a soft smile. I felt as though she were looking into me. Reading my unsavoury thoughts.

“Only because I was in the back,” she said after a moment, her deep voice reverberating around my head until it seemed to settle heavily in the pit of my stomach. I felt my temperature begin to rise. Blast!

I slipped a pair of gloves on and tried to get my thoughts in line. “Do you mind if I examine you?” I asked.

The Major smiled. “Not at all,” she said with a shrug. I removed the packing that had been placed over the wound. “What do you think?” She asked with a tilt of the head. “Will I live?” The twinkle in eyes caught my attention and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.

“I er…” I cleared my throat and forced myself to look at the wound. “Its deep but there’s no evidence of nerve damage.”

“Excellent news,” she smiled. “So who gets the pleasure of stitching me up?” Her eyes are on me, I can feel it.

“That would be me,” Morven said brightly. This would be a walk in the park for someone of Morven’s abilities, far too low on the priorities list for a Consultant… and yet…

“Thank you, Morven, but I will take care of things here,” I found myself saying. Morven looked puzzled but she nodded, gave the Major one last smile and left.

“I get the sense that this is below your salary band,” The Major smirked.

“Not at all,” I said as Lou brought in the supplies I would need. “It’s always good to keep your skills sharp.”

“Amen to that,” she said, sitting up slightly to take a closer look at her leg.

“It’s going to be quite a scar,” I said as I sat down on the stool Lou had brought over and began cleaning the wound.

“One more to add to the collection,” she laughed.

“Do you make a habit of getting hurt?” I laughed.

The Major grinned. “Only when there’s the potential to meet a beautiful surgeon.

There it was, the flirting. I was used to the odd patient flirting with me, it happened often enough in my career and I was usually able to ignore it but coming from her, I couldn’t resist. “I bet your phone book is full of them,” I smiled up at her.

“Not just surgeons,” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“Ah yes, I know your type,” I teased. “My mother warned me to stay away from people like you.”

“And do you always do what mother says?” The twinkle was back.

“Never,” I felt myself blush again.

“More excellent news,” she settled back against the pillows. “What’s your name, doc?” I looked up at her, not realising that I hadn’t introduced myself. It was normally the first thing I did. However, under normal circumstances, I wasn’t so distracted by a pair of fine eyes.

“Serena,” I smiled then mentally kicked myself. “Serena Campbell, I’m a Consultant here.” Also Deputy CEO, AAU lead, Harvard Grad… I could have listed them all but I didn’t think the Major would like a show off.

“Serena,” she smiled. I was glad I was sitting down, I wasn’t sure if my knees would have stood a chance at the way she purred my name. “You can call me Bernie.”

It was adorable. “Bernie is it,” I smiled like a school girl harbouring a crush.

“Could I interest you in a drink some time, Serena?” She asked.

“Yes,” I agreed immediately, another blush crept up my neck and I gave myself a good telling off in my mind.

Bernie looked very pleased. “She’s keen,” she grinned. “I like that.”

We continued to flirt as I finished treating her leg. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had so much fun flirting with someone! Once I was finished, Morven reappeared to dress the wound and I quickly wrote down my number on the back of a blank patient admission form and handed it to Bernie. She promised to call as soon as she was off the pain relief I had prescribed her. “I look forward to it,” I smirked and made my way back to the nurses’ station.

“It’s definitely hot in here,” Raf said as I joined him. “Getting hotter by the second.” There was no doubt he’d been watching the whole thing, no doubt he hadn’t been the only.

As I sat down at the computer and glanced over the top of the monitor at Bernie, I was surprised to find that I didn’t care who had been watching. “It’s scorching,” I smirked at Raf, who laughed. When I looked back toward Bernie she was watching me with a heated stare. I felt myself blush again at the promise in her eyes. This was going to be fun.

Thank you for asking for this prompt, I had a lot of fun with it! Hope everyone enjoyed it xxx

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Emma comes home to find Regina stuck inside of Lucy's playhouse snaps a photo of her before helping her out

Thanks for the prompt :) 

Emma pants as she runs out into the garden having received a text from Regina which had read simply Emergency at home! Need your help…please don’t laugh. 

The text was confusing to say the least and so Emma had had her father cover patrol and rushed home. Upon finding nobody inside the house she had ventured into the garden where she finally finds her wife. 

Regina had asked her not to laugh but godammnit Emma can’t help it. She bites down on the inside of her cheek as she steps closer to the playhouse that Regina had somehow managed to get stuck in. One of her wife’s legs is hanging out the window whilst her arm is flailing by the door. Emma can’t see her head which is just as well because if Regina could see her biting back laughter and snapping a photo on her phone she’d be in major trouble. 

Emma smiles as she peers her head through the door finally spotting Regina lying on her back, a frustrated huff on her face as she attempts to manoeuvre herself free - a task made much more difficult by her seven month baby bump. Emma can’t resist. She snaps another photo earning a glare from her wife. 

“Sorry Regina,” she smiles sheepishly, “You just…you’re like a turtle on it’s back…”

“You did not just compare me to a reptile…”

“You’d make a cute reptile if it helps, how did this happen?” 

Regina sighs, “Lucy couldn’t find her Bunny this morning so I said she’d look for it while she was at kindergarden. I came out here to look for it but I slipped and ended up like this…and now I can’t get up…and you promised not to laugh!” 

“I’m not laughing I swear,” Emma promises, “Hold still.” 

She summons up her magic quickly poofing Regina free before running her hand up her wife’s arms, “Are you okay? Any injuries? The baby?” 

“I’m fine…and the baby’s probably laughing at me too.” 

Emma feigns innocence, “Too? Who else was laughing at you?” 

The Signs as Art School Stereotypes

Libra: Sweet Art Education student who seem traumatized by the weirdo studio majors, always smiling, super long hair

Pisces: New Age, Eccentric Sculpture student who goes to music festivals every weekend, makes projects about the Illuminati and NWO, more #woke than you will ever be

Aquarius: Reserved Drawing/Illustration Major who draws hella good anime, never opens their mouth in critique until forced, vegan, fandom tees

Leo: Hipster painting student who thinks they’re the absolute shit, brags about smoking hookah and everything they do is meant to be ironic

Scorpio: Irritated Photography student who hates being in class but is always there, favorite color is black, always looks like they need a nap, opinionated

Aries: Yuppie Visual Communications student who brags about their love of craft beer, blood made of coffee, has really strong opinions about fonts, needs to relax

Virgo: Chill Ceramics student who smokes a lot of weed, thinks they suck but they really slay, succulents and cable knit sweaters

Capricorn: Super skilled Furniture Design student who can find a solution to anything, wears flannels and steel toed boots and it actually looks natural, works 109 hours a week

Cancer: Friendly but reserved Art Therapy student who is quietly reading everyone like a book, internal dialogue is constantly sassy, pastel hair, always on the verge of mental breakdown

Taurus: Edgy Printmaking student who shops at stores no one has heard of, small clique, loves to read, super detail oriented, doesn’t accept criticism well, makes everyone uncomfortable by bickering with professor

Gemini: General Fine Arts Student who floats from clique to clique seamlessly, indecisive, friendly but values alone time, inquisitive, listens to Nirvana and also Disney Soundtracks

Sagittarius: Headstrong Double Major who can’t keep their thoughts straight, skips class a lot, obsessed with Tim Burton movies, smokes cigarettes for aesthetic, talks too much during critique