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Enouement Masterlist


The bittersweet feeling of having arrived in the future, seeing the way things turned out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Summary:  Told in reverse-chronological order, Enouement is the story of love and loss, telling the journey that led you to your ultimate destination: a life full of happiness and regret, mistakes and laughter- and the man who gave you it all. Bucky x Reader 

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Part 1: The End     

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Part 5

Part 6     

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Part 22

Part 23

Part 24: The Beginning

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“In 2024 the mutant population has shrunk significantly and the X-Men have disbanded. Logan, whose power to self-heal is dwindling, has surrendered himself to alcohol and now earns a living as a chauffeur. He takes care of the ailing old Professor X whom he keeps hidden away. One day, a female stranger asks Logan to drive a girl named Laura to the Canadian border. At first he refuses, but the Professor has been waiting for a long time for her to appear. Laura possesses an extraordinary fighting prowess and is in many ways like Wolverine. She is pursued by sinister figures working for a powerful corporation; this is because her DNA contains the secret that connects her to Logan. A relentless pursuit begins”

A New Beginning

Chapter Six

Warning: fluff, minor jealous!Bucky, angst but honestly when isn’t there angst

(Prologue) (Chapter One) (Chapter Two) (Chapter Three) (Chapter Four) (Chapter Five) (Chapter Seven)

You snorted when Steve kissed Sharon. You were so proud of him for finally acting on his feelings, you just found it fucking hilarious that it was Sharon. You nearly burst out laughing when you saw Sam’s head nod and Bucky’s smirk. The fucking shitheads were going to make the car ride very interesting. Especially since Sam didn’t like Bucky.

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  • Tim McGraw: The name of my first summer love.
  • Picture To Burn: Someone who's picture I'd like to burn
  • Teardrops On My Guitar: The last time I cried during a song
  • A Place In This World: The Place I'd like to live the most
  • Cold As You: The worst rejection I've ever gotten.
  • The Outside: When did I feel most alone?
  • Tied Together With A Smile: Who is the strongest person I know?
  • Stay Beautiful: Who is the most beautiful person I know?
  • Mary's Song (Oh My My My): The name of my first crush
  • Our Song: A song that means a lot to me.
  • I'm Only Me When I'm With You: A person I can be myself with
  • Invisible: An awkward confession.
  • A Perfectly Good Heart: I'll tell you something sweet about your blog.
  • Fearless: My biggest fear.
  • Fifteen: A memory from when I was fifteen
  • Love Story: A story about something romantic that happened to me.
  • Hey Stephen: The name of my crush
  • White Horse: Have I ever been in love with someone who was taken?
  • You Belong With Me: Which celebrity shoyld see, they belong with me?
  • Breathe: Something I can't breathe without
  • Tell Me Why: A question of mine that has yet to be answered.
  • You're Not Sorry: Something I'm sorry for?
  • Forever & Always: What do I wish to have forever and always?
  • The Best Day: What was the best day so far?
  • Change: What do I want to change about myself?
  • Jump Then Fall: Who's laugh is the best sound I have ever heard?
  • Untouchable: My biggest dream
  • Come In With The Rain: My favourite kind of weather.
  • Superstar: My celebritycrush
  • The Other Side Of The Door: The last person I fought with
  • Mine: The best thing that's ever been mine
  • Sparks Fly: Who captivates my like a fireworkshow?
  • Back To December: If I could go back in time, where would I go?
  • Speak Now: *Insert any question here*
  • Dear John: Something I wanna say to my exboyfriend/girlfriend/crush
  • Mean: The meanest thing someone has ever said to me.
  • The Story Of Us: Tell a story about someone you know
  • Never Grow Up: A memory about growing up
  • Enchanted: Someone who enchants me.
  • Better Than Revenge: Someone you want to teach a lesson
  • Innocent: How easily do I forgive?
  • Haunted: A memory that haunts me.
  • Last kiss: The last person I kissed/wanted to kiss.
  • Long Live: Who will I remember forever?
  • Ours: Who has a pretty little mind?
  • If This Was A Movie: If my life was a movie, who would play me?
  • Superman; If I had any superpower, what would it be?
  • State Of Grace: Who is my achilles' heel?
  • Red: Someone I just can't forget.
  • Treacherous: The most dangerous thing I have ever done
  • I Knew You Were Trouble: The last time I got in trouble
  • All Too Well: Something someone said, I remember all too well
  • 22: My best birthday ever.
  • I almost do: How often do I doubt myself?
  • We Are Never Ever Getting Together: A couple you wish would get back together
  • Stay Stay Stay: Someone you can depend on
  • The Last Time: The Last Time I....*insert something here*
  • Holy Ground: I don't wanna dance, if I'm not dancing with....
  • Sad Beautiful Tragic: Something that makes me sad
  • The Lucky One: My biggest dream
  • Everything Has Changed: Something that has changed about me
  • Starlight: The most marvelous tune
  • Begin Again: What would I do again and again?
  • The Moment I Knew: The moment I knew...*insert something here*
  • Come Back...Be Here: Someone I miss
  • Girl at Home: Have I ever cheated on someone?
Begin Again

Based on this request x

Summary: You, an undergrad engineering student move into the Avengers compound by your close friend, Tony Stark’s request. This is a story of a tech-savvy, sardonic mechanical engineer helping the man out of time, Bucky Barnes, get back on his feet and into his own head and maybe just having difficulty with problems that she can’t use wrenches or screwdrivers to fix. 

Pairings: Bucky x Reader; platonic!Tony x Reader

Word count: 2,626

A/N: this is my first series and I guess the first chapter’s always going to be a little slow because it’s all about exposition, right? I hope you guys like this, I’m pretty excited for this series. This story also mentions the events mapped in Civil War so be prepped for spoilers.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 End

Your heart pounded nervously as you entered the compound, a duffel bag on your shoulder and a pass key in hand. You walked past the reception desk and slotted the card in place to access the elevator, taking you from the silent lobby up past the masses of floors teeming with people. Men and women in lab coats or tactical gear swarmed the building carrying files or prototypes or armour. 

Stark was surrounded by people constantly. It was good for him.

You, though, were incredibly nervous seeing so many people. But it was easy being around Tony having known him for a few years, so your mind eased every time you focused on that. 

When you reached the right floor, you adjusted your bag and held onto the strap, looking around for your best friend without trying to look too lost or suspicious. You wondered how “Earth’s mightiest heroes” responded to a stranger looking like a lost deer wondering around their living quarters. 

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Character: Leopold Fitz

From: Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Representation: Disability (Brain Injury, Aphasia), Psychosis

Their Importance: During the second season, we see Fitz come to terms with his new disability. Fitz is a genius; he had a PhD by the age of 16. After his brain injury, he’s still a genius, but he struggles with expressing that. He has trouble speaking and getting words out. His hand shakes, making his engineering work more challenging. He hallucinates his best friend after his best friend leaves. But throughout the season, we see him make new friends who accept him as he is, reconcile with his best friend, and learn to accept that he is “different now, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Issues: He faces ableism (a character says that Fitz “can’t do anything”) and has internalized ableism (Fitz says that he is “damaged”). The effects of the brain injury aren’t really seen after season two. Fitz mentions rehab in season three and that it helped him be able to say words like ‘antithesis’ and he occasionally stutters, particularly in situations that are highly emotional/stressful, but the trouble with finding words and the psychosis have disappeared.

Thanks to anon for the submission! 

anonymous asked:

I like how Marvel can make Wanda, a Jewish character into a no Jewish person who voluntarily joined Hydra and they can make Steve a Nazi but Steve and Bucky can't hold hands and Ayo, a canonically queer character can't have a queer romance. Way to be progressive guys.

Watch Grey’s Anatomy, Thursdays at 8/7c on ABC, for all ur diversity desires.

Fairy Tail GO! Ch. 52

Rated T. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: Lucy was having fun playing ‘Pokémon Go!’ when she accidentally put herself in harm’s way. Luckily a pink haired boy saved her just in the nick of time. A ‘thank you’ lunch helped spark a new friendship between them, but Lucy got more than she bargained for when she realized the boy she befriended had a complex past full of dark secrets. Fortunately for him, Lucy won’t be scared away so easily. Modern High School AU. Slight Angst/Drama/Fluff.

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60

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Chapter Fifty-Two: Walkathon

Lucy waved goodbye to Virgo as the maid drove away. She dropped her off on the outskirts of the park, so Lucy had to walk around to find out where she needed to go. She cursed herself for not asking Natsu beforehand where they were to meet up.

Before heading into the park, Lucy did one final glance over herself. She wore a light blue polo shirt with ‘HK’ embroidered over her left breast. Normally she would wear it with most of the buttons undone, but today she could only spare two.

Otherwise she risked someone seeing the hickey on her shoulder.

The thick collar did well to hide it, but she kept her hair in a low pony tail, hanging over her right shoulder as well. She hoped that would be enough coverage to hide Natsu’s mark while also letting people see she was wearing the Pokémon earrings he got her.

A smile crept over her lips at the thought of Natsu marking her. When first meeting him she never thought he’d be capable of doing something so intimate, at least not with her.

Lucy felt cool air brushing against her lower thighs and shins. She wore a pair of light jean shorts because the weather channel said it would get hotter later on. It was only morning when she arrived.

Lucy didn’t bother putting on any make up today since she was bound to sweat. With her wallet in one back pocket and her phone in the other, Lucy was ready to go.

She took a step forward to begin her journey through the park. People flooded the area within the first twenty minutes of Lucy walking. She didn’t know how many of them were there to walk and how many people were just spectators or family members.

Lucy looked up at a sign, realizing for the first time what the walkathon was for. It was for diabetes. She nodded as she turned her gaze away from the sign. She was about to give up and just text Natsu to see if he was there yet, but she stopped when she caught a flash of pink in her peripherals.

She quickly turned to see if she could spot it again, but to her dismay it was gone. She followed where she thought the person would have gone, but that only resulted in her getting turned around a few times.

Finally frustrated enough, Lucy pulled out her phone to call the boy in question. It rang twice before he picked up.


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Begin Again: Chapter 4

A/N: aaaaaaaaaand it’s back! I owe a thousand apologies for being so fucking lazy with this series, I have no excuses except that time period where I was shooting out one shots as they came to mind. I made this part longer to make up for it and things start to pick up from here. Also - I love the idea of Bruce and Bucky being bros? So this chapter gets kind of deep with them but I just like the idea of them being friends in general? Feedback’s totally appreciated, I love reading the replies you guys leave and I hope this makes up for the hiatus this series has been on xx

Word count: 2.4k

The clay pigeon exploded as soon as it reached the peak of its arc. You observed the shards falling to the floor of the shooting range, lowering your gun from behind the barrier. Tony gave clay pigeon shooting a whole new meaning.

‘Don’t you just shoot at paper targets?’

‘The CIA uses paper targets,’ Tony replied. ‘Competent people recognise that not all gunmen are going to stay still and give you time to shoot.’

Your eyes followed the next target; your bullet pierced it’s tail, catching it in the nick of time.

‘I’m gonna go for a drive later’, you grunted. ‘Haven’t been in the same building for three days since college.’

The automatic launcher chucked another three clay pigeons across the room; Tony shot three consecutive times from his gauntlet - all three were precise. 

‘I need me one of those,’ you muttered.

‘Shut up and use your gun like an adult.’

‘Feel like a baby compared to you.’

‘You can have one when you’re older,’ Tony snapped.

‘Aww, as old as you?’ you cooed sardonically. 

Tony shot down another target without even looking. ‘As old as Cap.’

‘A lot of surprises have come up, Stark,’ you warned. ‘For all you know, that could actually happen.’

‘God help us all,’ he murmured under his breath. ‘Why did I bring you here?’

‘Fuck if I know, I was gonna start season two of Attack on Titan.’

‘I meant in general,’ he stonily. 

You snickered and raised the rifle eye level, shooting only two out of three launched targets. You watched the shrapnel scatter.

‘So I was going through some of the data you got on your last recon mission,’ you started. 

Tony’s shoulders tensed.

‘You’re surprised I got through that security?’ you raised an eyebrow. ‘Anyway - does everyone know there are Hydra agents loose in New York?’

‘You sound like the narrator of a shit TV movie.’

‘Y’know, when people say clay pigeon shooting, they don’t mean actual clay pigeons.’

Tony rolled his eyes at your analogy.

‘I got creative,’ he deadpanned.

‘C’mon, Stark.’ You cleared your throat and put the safety on your gun like he had showed you. ‘Bucky wasn’t on that mission; did you tell him?’

‘Did I have to?’ 

‘I think he’d like to know if his previous captors are in the same city as he is.’

Tony leaned against the barrier, running his fingers over the scarring in the gauntlet; he had fixed the technical problems but now he just had to make it pretty again

‘That info doesn’t stay with me anymore,’ he shrugged, trying to play it off. ‘You’re the one who figured out how to find it, you should know. Dunno if you remember, but I answer to someone else now, not Steve.’ He blinked. ‘And yet I still pay for everything, what is with that?’ 

You sighed. ‘They won’t let you tell him.’

‘They were barely happy with me letting him into the compound - letting all of ‘em back. I can’t push it.’ 

You nodded. ‘Fair enough,’ you admitted. ‘And I’m guessing no one else wants to tell him in case he freaks out?’ 

‘Steve recommended no one say anything until we find them. Telling Barnes his captors are somewhere we can’t find doesn’t help anything, ‘specially not him.’ 

‘And when you do find them, what then? Will Ross allow you to go?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Will he try to arrest the others for intervening?’

I don’t know. Go shoot your pigeons.’

You decided to take some time alone outside of the compound; you drove on your bike for almost two hours in circles before pulling over on a quiet near-abandoned strip mall just outside of Queens. Few patrons were milling around, but shopkeepers were sitting outside of their stores mingling and sharing cigarettes and stories, taking advantage of the lack of business. You tucked your hands in the pockets of your jacket as you passed a group of particularly unruly men. Their eyes followed you as you entered a quiet coffee shop.

The floors were wooden, unpolished, scarred, and there was a suspicious-looking stain in the far corner coming from underneath the door that lead to the bathrooms. Dark walnut tables were scattered haphazardly, their mismatched chairs even more so. The walls were made of crumbling brick and decorated with peeling posters of famous films and musicians from the fifties and sixties. Some light bulbs were out, a few were flickering incessantly, and aside from a man standing behind the counter and another mopping the floor (staying quite far, you noticed, from the dark stain), you were alone.

You sat at the counter and ordered a black coffee, not in the mood for much else. You had stayed awake for a few hours with Bucky; when you couldn’t coax him back to sleep, you stayed awake playing card games with Parks and Recreation in the background. After calming him down, you found out that he had woken up from a nightmare (which you noticed were becoming more and more infrequent) and had failed to calm himself down, instead falling into a panic attack which Nat had helped him get out of. You had taken it upon yourself to keep him grounded in reality - where he was, who he was with … simple things to look forward to or be happy about.

Being around Bucky scared you. Because it was difficult, you were realising, to be friends with someone you wanted more from. You had thought you would be able to handle it if you admitted to yourself what you felt for him, that maybe coming clean to someone (even if that someone was you) would push some weight off your shoulders and allow you to move on. Only, it didn’t, and it was painful that you and Bucky had strict borders around your platonic relationship.

You got up and went to the bathroom to splash some water on your face.

Maybe Steve was right. Maybe your own insecurities and stubborness were what was holding you back.

Or maybe he was wrong and all Bucky needed was someone to hold his hand until he could walk on his own. Sure, the post-traumatic stress disorder would probably never completely go away but maybe Bucky was someone who was trying to learn to live with it on his own.

You turned to leave and as soon as you cracked the door open by a fraction, you spotted a man approaching the counter. He had dark brown eyes and a heavy jaw with a scar running from its corner down the column of his muscled neck. His jacket was black, hiding his bulky, well-muscled arms.

He put his hand on the back of your seat, leaned forward and, instead of ordering, gestured for the barista to come closer and muttered something unintelligible in his ear. The shop started to darken as the barista went to pull the blinds down and suddenly, the only light came from the reflection of sunlight on the silver coffee machines.

Your heart was beating erratically as you used all your willpower to stay still. Who were these men?

‘… cолдат был в течение почти двух месяцев.’

You narrowed your eyes. Солдат … you knew that word … Bucky mumbled it a lot in his sleep.

Солдат … Soldat. Soldier.

Bucky pushed the door to the lab open, disappointed when he realised that Bruce was here alone.

‘Is [Y/N] around?’

Bruce looked up from his blueprints, smirking slightly. ‘Out for the day.’

‘Oh,’ Bucky said trying to sound off-handed. ‘Is she …’

‘She’s fine,’ Bruce promised. ‘Just wanted to be on her own.’

Bucky nodded. He thought that you would tell him. But you weren’t together, you didn’t need to tell him if you were going anywhere …

‘You’re not as careful as you think you’re being.’

Bucky slipped out from his daze. ‘What?’ he blinked.

‘I don’t wanna pry but …’

Bucky blinked and he didn’t know what compelled him to do so but he said, ‘No … no, it’s okay.’

Bruce sighed and took his glasses off, fiddling with their arms. ‘If you’re trying to keep things platonic, it’s not working. You’re spending too much time with her, you’re trusting her with too much.’

Bucky narrowed his eyes. ‘You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing.’

‘Oh, it’s not,’ Bruce said skeptically. ‘It’s not. It is, however, if you want to keep a distance.’

Bucky frowned. ‘I don’t want that,’ he said. ‘And it doesn’t matter, it’s not like she … nothing’s going to happen anyway.’

‘You really believe that?’

Bucky shrugged like it was obvious. ‘She shouldn’t. I’ve got a lot of baggage. She doesn’t need to be dealing with that.’

‘She already is by being close to you,’ Bruce entreated. ‘And it’s not a bad thing.’

Bucky picked up a ballpoint from the lab bench and twirled it between his fingers. ‘I’m a time bomb,’ he murmured. ‘They declared me safe in Wakanda but …’

‘You think there are people who can still control you,’ Bruce supplemented.

Bucky froze.

Bucky, was your first thought. What if they knew he was here, alive, and conscious …

The man and the barista had were sitting at the table next to the door, conversing in hushed voices. It was a message - you couldn’t leave. The silence of the room should have given you the chance to eavesdrop but with the language barrier, you wouldn’t be able to decipher much.

You leaned against the door, sweat gathering on the nape of your neck. Two men conversing in Russian and mentioning a soldier? You didn’t want to make any false assumptions but you reached for your phone, put it on silent mode to be safe, and then hit the voice recording app. You weren’t an expert in Russian but Natasha could translate. You couldn’t take this straight to Bucky, not without knowing what the men were saying first.

‘… взять его обратно.’

обратно - back. You remembered it clearly, Bucky muttering in Russian during one of his panic attacks: They’ll take me back.



It was silent for a moment, the barista’s foot still tapping on the hardwood floor. If these men where who you thought they could be, there still was a chance they didn’t know you. Your heart pounded harshly in your chest … perhaps, if you acted casual enough, you could slip away with them leaving you alone.

Nonchalantly, you opened the bathroom door and walked to the exit.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt your a hand grip your shoulder; your breath caught in your throat as you were tugged backwards, the man’s hand wrapping around your neck and dragging you against the window. His fingers stretched to your jaw, locking you in place. His body encasing yours, each knee resting against your hands rendering your upper body immobile.

‘If only you had stayed hidden.’ His Russian accent was distinct, curling around the English words with regalness. He reached into your jacket and drew your phone out from your pocket.

Your eyebrows knitted as you glared at him, confusion almost prominent in your eyes.

‘Get - your hands - off me,’ you hissed through gritted teeth.

The man smirked. ‘Stark’s resolve has rubbed off on you.’

You glowered at him suspiciously. What did he want with Tony?

‘Stark turns into a bitch when it comes to you, so send him a message for me, will you?’ the man whispered. You groaned when he pushed your head back hard against the window, smacking it loudly and sending shockwaves through your skull. He dropped your phone and kicked it to the other side of the cafe and drew a wicked five inch serrated blade.

‘If I was in your position, I’d have the same fear,’ Bruce continued, tucking his glasses into the pocket of his shirt. ‘It’s rational to be afraid of something.’

‘What are you afraid of?’

Bruce looked at him like the answer was obvious but his voice held the same calm tone it usually did. ‘Of hurting people. When I … turn into the other guy, I lose a lot of control over myself. More times than I want to admit, I’ve had none. I’ve hurt a lot of people and I don’t always remember until I see the wreckage or someone tells me.’

Bucky softened as he listened to Bruce’s story. He didn’t know much about Doctor Banner, just that he treasured seclusion but was able to put up with Tony’s sometimes present erratic behaviour. He knew that everyone in the tower had done some damage, had hurt innocent people but Bruce, he had decided, was someone who understood what it was like to be him without actually being through the same experience.

‘When those trigger words were used… I’d surrender all control to the people who spoke them. They would make me do things that I wouldn’t always remember because they’d wipe my memory when I started to get any indication as to who I was.’

Bruce nodded. He knew all of this already but he didn’t act like he did. ‘People have manipulated my … fragility, triggered me into going rogue.’

It didn’t feel like competition. Bucky actually felt good talking about it with someone who had never had the same experiences but still ended up with a somewhat similarity to his state of mind.

‘The world loves us,’ Bucky said sardonically, smiling darkly.

Bruce smiled wryly. ‘It’s almost too difficult to tell which is worse, huh?’

‘Why do you stay?’ Bucky asked. ‘This place is … the opposite of a stress reliever. Why do you put yourself through that?’

Bruce raised an eyebrow, chuckling sardonically. ‘Myself? Not many people are concerned with how I’m feeling while I’m on a rampage.’

‘I know what that’s like,’ Bucky muttered.

‘I can handle crowds,’ said Bruce, ‘and stress in general. It’s why I was in Calcutta, why I don’t turn green everyday, otherwise the tower would be in ruins.’ His tone was bitter for a moment, like he didn’t mind letting go around Bucky. ‘No, people are fine. It’s authority, hierarchy … This makes me sound extremely anti-establishment, but the argument at it’s core is that … people in charge try to control me because they only see me as, in your words, a time bomb. They think I need to be controlled, locked away, and tagged if I’m to be around civilians.’

‘You don’t feel that here,’ Bucky guessed.

‘That’s why I stick around.’ Bruce shrugged again. ‘Why do you?’

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New Beginnings

Bucky x Reader, Jack Curtis (OMC), T’Challa

Summary: With a promise to help turn in your father’s drug ring and putting him behind bars for good, you and Bucky will have complete safety, support, and protection. With the chance to start a new life.

Word Count: 2,950

Warnings: Language, slight depression, mentions of abusive past, mentions of drugs

A/N: Because I really liked this and decided to do add a 3rd part!  I hope you enjoy it! This the last part, so it’s going to be a tad bit longer and sorry if my translations are bad. Bold lines are T’Challa talking. 

 Part 2 if you missed it. Happy reading!

“You think I don’t fucking know that?” You could tell Bucky was watching as you talked on the phone for the past hour. It took awhile to reach them, but now you had to get past one more person in order to talk to him. But of course, there was always another barrier.

“Of course what I’m asking is crazy beyond belief…..Well I’m still alive, aren’t I?…Yeah, yeah I know that, what do you think I’ve been trying to do?…….oh so he’s busy?” Bucky swore he could hear your teeth grind down into a powder from how much you were containing whatever form of verbal assault you were wanting to throw at them.

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realized i haven’t made any gif things in a while 

23| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 3460

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Chongsu Sungmin just blinked and stormed into the Entrance Hall, snapping at his students to get out of the way.

You took a breath and began to go up the steps, suddenly Jiwoo grabbed your wrist.

“(Name).” She said incredulously, her eyes wide. “What the heck? You’ve been banned from dancing!”

You pulled your wrist away and began walking again. “I know.” You said. “But Master Jinho can’t do anything once I’m on stage, can he?”

“But we already discussed this!” She said, hurrying to catch up with you. You stopped again, remembering that she didn’t have a lot of energy. “(Name), I know that guy was a complete bastard, but really? He was just talking crap! You know what will happen if you dance tonight!”

You shook your head. “I don’t care, Jiw’. We’re dancers. We live in the moment. I will do anything to dance this solo. I don’t care about the consequences.” You grasped her uninjured hand with both of your own. “Please, Jiw’.” You said quietly. “Don’t you understand?”

She gazed at you evenly. “I do. I really do. My mom asked me the other day if I wished I’d not done ballet. I mean, look where it’s got me.” She weakly lifted her cuffed arm. “And yet I don’t regret it. I would give anything to be in those studios right now. Because I love it. I love that moment. That moment when you dance and the whole world seems perfect.” She sighed and shook her head. “I get it. I totally get it, but you at least need to know what the consequences are.”

Your impulses were racing in you, but it was important the you knew what the consequences would be. “What are they, then?”

She turned and started walking slowly up the steps. “At best, Master Jinho will see you dancing and think you’re marvellous and he’ll begin a (Surname) (Name) appreciation page.” She pushed some hair off from her face. “At worst you could risk a discussion about your place in Amour.”

“That’s not likely, more like kicked out.” You pointed out. The two of you were in the entrance hall now, following the massive group of US Ballet dancers down to the room where they were allowed to put their bags. You stopped by the staircase and sat on the bottom step.

“Yeah maybe.” Jiwoo trailed off.

“But it’s also possible that Shinn Taeil has spread rumours across the whole damned ballet world and that I’m just going to finish Amour and not have any company to go to. I have to do this. I have to prove myself to Taeil and that idiot Chongsu Sungmin. I have to prove it to everyone here because they all think I’m some stupid girl who picks fights with Shinn Taeyeon and tries to get in with Park Jimin. I have to prove it to myself. That I’m not too old for this. That everything Chongsu Sungmin just said about me is entirely false. This is my solo, Jiwoo. My dance. I have a right to perform it.”

She stared at you for a long time. “There’s still one last problem.” She said eventually.

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[For @gettibucket. Ed’s companion fic can be found here.]

Roy has always been…reserved, in the way he shows his affections. 

All right. Untrue. He had scarcely given it much thought, was all. But after Ishval, after death and depression and a drunkenness that never ended, he has been careful. And never is he any more careful than when he is with Ed. 

At the beginning, he marvelled at the fact that Ed would accept him, in any way, so Roy had to touch, had to hold, to remind himself that it was real. Would remain real, if he worked at it. And never had he wanted to work harder at anything, to pour his whole heart and soul into something, than when Ed smiled, brilliant and gorgeous, every time their fingers brushed together. 

Later on, it was awe at the fact that he was staying. That it was all working, and he held Ed close at every opportunity, as a promise to both of them that he would cherish his Edward, and keep him from what harm he could. 

Now having Ed with him grounds him. Makes him steady in a way that he hadn’t known was possible, hadn’t even realised was missing, really. The touches, light as they are and casual though they might be, remind him that in Ed he has found the most dear of friends, and all the best parts of Roy himself. He is still careful, yes, but differently now. Careful to treasure Ed as he ought to be treasured, but with him Roy has learned that with the people he loves, being himself is a little more bearable. 

Roy has also learned more of Ed than he had ever dreamed of, more of love and friendship and life than he realised he had ever missed. And Roy knows, more than anyone, how often the world has tried to take that away. Tried to extinguish that flame and darken that light, so Roy does what he can to make sure it never gets another damn chance to do it. When their fingers tangle together, Ed smiles and the world is a little brighter. When they are warm in bed at night, Roy tucks himself around Ed’s smaller form so that he might feel loved, he might feel even a shadow of what he’s given Roy. 

Ed’s hands are small, like the rest of him. But strong, like the rest of him: his body, his mind, his generous heart. Not surprising; after all, this is the man who punched a self-proclaimed god in the face. Which makes it all that much sweeter every time he offers his hand, gentle and open and inviting, for Roy to take. Every time he rushes to Roy and wraps his arms around him, and lets Roy hold him close in turn. 

And when Roy does, he feels a little calmer, a little steadier. 

A little closer to happiness.