Summary: Two ladies develops love online. They both travel around the world separately as their jobs. They only knows each others first names. Now they describe how they meet in person.
AN: Non Power Rangers AU. Modern AU.
So this is based off of a short film called Modern/Love starring Naomi Scott. You can choose to either read the story first or watch the video first. If you choose to read first, it will be spoilers for the video and vice versa so yeah… You choose.
Trini was suppose to message a partner from work when she mistyped the username and started chatting with Kxmberly, a woman named Kimberly who had an icon picture of an aesthetic pink background and a silhouette of a women (Trini presumed it was Kimberly).
Meanwhile, Trini had the username TriniBee with the icon of a selfie, one hand covering half of her face.
It’s been 6 months since the two have been chatting online, they were confident with each other that the person on the other side of the screen was not a troll or some creep on the internet. At the same time, they also made a mutual agreement to no pictures and no last names until they meet personally just to make it more intimate between the two of them.
Authors Note: Guys, let me know if you want a part two of this!!! I’m just dipping my toes in the writing pool so any feedback would be amazing. Again…Kinda long, SO SORRY. Thanks for reading beautiful followers!
loved living in New York City. After all, it was the greatest city in
the world. There was always something going on…Rock Center for ice
skating in the winter, laying out in Central Park in the summer, you
loved it all. The only down fall was one the celebrities and the
tourists they brought. God bless ‘em, but they clogged the streets to
the point where walking outside anywhere near 34th-42nd street was
almost unbearable. But nonetheless it was still your favorite, crazy
today was one of those days where you needed to walk from 34th Street -
Penn Station, to 34th Street - Herald Square. Uff. This walk was right
thru Madison Square Garden, also just known as MSG, and it was without fail
horrible every single time. Your friends and you called it the walk of
death. A bit dramatic, but you would agree if you ever had to do it.
walked out of the subway into the New York sunshine that peeped out
from behind the sky scrapers, “You will not be jaded about this walk
today, Y/N.” you said out loud to yourself keeping your head high as you
headed towards MSG. The sun was shining in it’s New York way, and you
were going to keep a smile on your face for this entire walk. After all
you were headed to lunch with your best friends wearing the cutest
outfit that consisted of frayed and torn high waisted Levi jean shorts, a
white button up that was a little oversized and tucked into the right
front of your jeans while the rest hung out the side and back, you left
the front unbuttoned a few buttons so it showed the front of your white
bralette, white heeled sandals that consisted of one strap around the
ankle and one over your toes, and as always your oversized aviator brown
Ray-Bans. As you continued on with a little pep in your step, you were
suddenly stopped dead in your tracks.
fuck. Commoooon.” You said as you approached MSG. There seemed to be a
concert tonight and the entire block was flooded with teen girls. Taking
a deep break you continued on snaking thru the crowd.
you popped out on the other side of the crowd in one piece. Smiling you
kept on triumphantly, taking that as a victory. As you continued
walking, you turned your head around to look back at the crowd curious
as to what or who everyone was all lined up for.
You began to read on the billboard before you felt a body crash into
yours immediately followed by a hot liquid spilling down the entire
front of your shirt. Your heel caught the edge of the curb causing you
to jilt forward making your Ray-Bans fall off you face and crash onto
the pavement. Looking up you saw a tall guy standing in front of you who
had practically caught you with his free arm, and a *newly* half full
coffee cup in the other hand.
wow. I am so so sorry…” He said standing you up and handing you a
napkin. He looked down at your shirt with a ‘oh fuck’ face, and just that
look made you not even want to look down at your newly stained shirt.
fi-” You began to say before You reluctantly looked down at your shirt
“Ohhhh, shit. Great. That’s just…….great.” You said brushing the
brown coffee stain with your hand, which you knew would do nothing but
you couldn’t help the reflex. “Jeez common, I know you’re probably not
FROM here but spacial awareness is a THING you know.” You said to him
you were the one walking looking backwards.” He said back to me with
half a laugh. You didn’t find this amusing at all, you sighed before
seeing your sunglasses on the pavement, “OH NO. PLEASE NO.” You said
bending down to pick them up. Of course the right lens was shattered,
and the frame bent. You let out the biggest sigh ever known to man, and
just stood there defeated. Figuring out what to do next.
take these.” The guy said taking off his original wayfarer Ray-Ban
glasses handing them to me. You reached out and snatched them from him
reluctantly putting them on. Normally you wouldn’t just take $150
sunglasses from a stranger but you were really feeling some type of way
in your stained white shirt and broken glasses.
also,” He said reaching into his pockets. This interaction was already
far too long for your liking so you crossed your arms and began
obnoxiously tapping your foot. You’re not normally this bratty but like
you said, today had you feeling some type of way since your
happy-go-lucky mood got totally ruined. You watched as his friends
behind him sipped their coffee in silence not getting involved. God,
they had to think you were such a bitch.
these.” He said handing me two pieces of paper that looked like
tickets, and then handing you two lanyards with badges attached to them.
“It’s for tonight’s show, at MSG. Random I know, but I do feel bad for
messing with your day.”
“Thanks.” You said shoving them into your purse. “A-and I’m really keeping the glasses.” You said matter of fact-ly.
hey, they don’t look too bad on you.” He half smiled. Wow he was
actually really cute and I knew he was trying to make me feel better.
“Hopefully I didn’t ruin your day….Or your shirt.” He said looking
down at the brown stain.
I am on the way to lunch to meet friends so…” You said shrugging, “I
guess this is going to have to work.” Looking back down at your shirt.
“Anyways….Enjoy your coffee. Or, whats left of it I guess.” You ran a
hand thru your hair and continued walking.
lunch, which was actually fun despite your wardrobe malfunction, you
went home and immediately threw your hair up plopping down on the couch.
Turning on the TV you looked to your right where your purse was. You
saw the tickets peeking out of your bag. You bit your lip staring at
them, was it something you wanted to go tonight? I mean it was a Friday,
and concerts, regardless of who, were always fun. You stretched your
body reaching over snatching one out of your purse.
Mendes.” You said to yourself tilting your head. The name sounded
familiar. Grabbing the computer you googled. You listened to 'Stitches’,
'Mercy’, and 'Treat You Better’. “Ahhhhh.” You said to yourself
nodding. You’ve heard these on the radio constantly, his songs were so
fun to sing along to. Grabbing the phone you called your friend Stella,
who agreed to come to the show with you. Maybe your day was really
looking up after all.
deciding on an outfit, which was a black off the shoulder tight body
suit paired with the same ripped and frayed Levi *unstained* shorts you
were wearing earlier, and black high top converse. Your hair was loosely
curled and you had a very light, sheer redish-pink gloss over your
meeting Stella at the subway you guys rode down to MSG together. You
guys had a few beers before and you were definitely feeling it, this
night was a success already! You guys strolled up to the venue pulling
the tickets out of your bag you handed Stella her tickets and lanyard
that you both put around your necks.
la la, I think it’s some kind of VIP?” You said shimmying, making the
badge around your neck bounce around on your chest. After you got in the
venue you were escorted to your seats.
You said as you and Stella stood front row. “This is, wild. Front row?”
You looked the stage up and down, it was giant. I mean, MSG itself was
giant. Why on earth would this kid give away front row seats?!!!
gonna get us another drink!” Stella said grabbing her purse and
disappearing into the crowd. You felt a little guilty. You were a total
bitch earlier, and this kid not only gave you his sunglasses but front
row and VIP passes? He was way nicer than he needed to be,, and New
Yorker got the best of you. You signed, oh well, the interaction was
over and you would probably never see him again so it wasn’t something
you could worry about now.
Stella returned with the drinks as the opening act was playing, she brought you two Coronas each. Your favorite.
You said clinking your bottle with hers as the lights went low. Every
girl started screaming which made you and Stella laugh, you LOVED
concerts. Everything about them. You got hype and started screaming as
well, taking a swig of your beer.
everybody!” A voice said making you look up to the stage. Your entire
body froze. Grabbing Stella’s arm you just stood staring at the guy on
stage. “Oh my god” you mouthed.
“What, WHAT!?” She said looking over at you. Your heart was beating 600 miles per hour.
“That’s. Him.” You said not taking your eyes off of him as he began to sing. Stella began to laugh.
karma, Y/N.” She began bopping to the music. You shook your head with a
laugh. What a little bastard, giving me tickets to his own show. Well
stood drinking your beer as the first song ended he looked down right
at you throwing you a wink. You shook your head laughing waiving around
your VIP badge which made him laugh. This guy was somethin’ else.
the show was over Stella had to leave, she had the biggest interview
tomorrow and she needed sleep. She gave her VIP badge to a girl sitting
behind us who thanked her until she was blue in the face.
“You coming, Y/N?” Stella asked.
“Nah. This kid has some explaining to do.” You said laughing waiving her off.
were guided backstage to stand in a line with a bunch of other girls.
You laughed as you were last in line. When it was your turn to get to
the front you just stood wit your arms crossed.
“So…..” You said walking over to him with a grin on your face, “I think you owe me an explanation.”
no no no. I think you owe me an apology! You looked like you were
having fun out there.” He said mocking me crossing his arms back.
okay…It was a lot of fun…” You said throwing your arms up in a
surrender pose, “And yeah, I was being a pretty huge bitch and I WAS
walking with my head turned around but HEY, you were the one walking
with hot coffee not looking. I think you’re the one at fault here.” You
said with a laugh.
“Alright, we will call it a tie.” He said sticking his hand out to me, “Shawn….”
looked down at his hand narrowing your eyes, “Y/N” You said taking his
hand and shaking it. He towered over you by at least a foot and a half,
maybe two feet. He had wavy brown hair, and deep brown eyes. He was
definitely handsome, and you didn’t think that was just the alcohol
“Okay so how about a deal. I ruined your shirt so I take you to coffee?” He asked shoving his hands in his front pockets.
“You think MORE coffee is going to fix this???” You teased.
“Okay okay, bad idea.” He let out a laugh, “Well, how about dinner then?” His eyes quickly scanning you up and down.
You pretended to think about it long and hard tapping your index finger
on your cheek. “Sounds like a pretty good deal to me. Plus I don’t
trust your judgement of good coffee int his city. You were coming out of
a Starbucks, I mean common Mendes….” You teased giving him a little
okay, that’s fair….” He said before someone began calling his name to
come backstage. “Well, I’m only in town for another day so…Tomorrow
night?” He pulled out his phone handing it to me.
suppose that could work.” You said taking his phone putting in your
name and number. “There ya go.” You handed his phone back to him letting
his hand brush yours, making your heart thump out of your chest.
“I gotta go but I’ll text you the details tonight.” He said waiving off the guy who was calling for him. “Alright, see ya Y/N.” He said backing up keeping eye contact.
ya, Shawn.” You said with a wink before he turned around. Wow, that was
awful confident of you Y/N, you thought to yourself. Gotta be that
you got home you threw yourself onto your bed looking up at the
ceiling. 'Wow.’ You thought to yourself, 'You have a date with Shawn
You guys would probably spend ages giving out gifts. Like you’d give them out to everyone the night before at Tony’s Christmas party and then realise you’d forgotten to get one for each other, so you’d rush out to the nearest store and bump into each other, and it’d be all like ‘fancy seeing you here!’ but at the end of the day, sitting around the fire on Christmas morning with hot chocolate and marshmallows and your puppy is good enough. You’d probably also go ice skating and walk around Central Park because cliche Christmases are the best kind.
Tony goes all out - There’s the huge party the night before, and every member of the Avengers and their extended family is invited. Like who’s the old lady at the bar? Don’t worry, it’s just Bruce’s great aunt’s best friend’s dogsitter!
When Christmas actually comes, you’ll spend the entire morning opening the momentous pile of gifts he gets you (usually involving a car, but one time it was a private island), and then you’ll spend time with the Avengers, because they’re the nearest thing to a family he has. Everyone will try and cook a Christmas dinner but it usually ends up in Thor trying to microwave a Turkey, so you end up having takeout.
Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier
Christmas with Bucky is quiet - You’ll have the loud, rowdy party on Christmas Eve where alcohol is consumed, and the next morning he’ll wake up with a giant drawing of Santa in a Mark 42 suit scribbled on his metal arm in Sharpie. After recovering from the shock of the impromptu tattoo, you’ll spend the rest of the day in Christmas jumpers, watching Home Alone and then seeing who can react the booby traps in the most accurate way possible. (He always wins, but he was also a seriously stealthy assassin for years, so it’s hardly fair play.)
Sam loves helping people, so on Christmas he’ll always help out at homeless shelters and soup kitchens. Or at least just in the mornings, because the afternoon he’ll spend with you and maybe some of his family. It usually all goes nice and smoothly until his great grandma asks when you’re going to have children and he ends up choking on turkey out of shock. But other than that, its usually great. (But Sam spends half of it trying to persuade the aforementioned granny that dogs are just as good as kids.)
Bruce always spends Christmas with Tony - it’s become a tradition since they first met. You don’t mind, because it’s always fun. They try to do really stupid shit like building Christmas trees out of Bunsen burners, or see which suit looks best dressed as Santa. One year, he tried to help Tony make a Santa/Ironman fly around New York, but the costume fell off in mid-air, fell down a couple hundred floors and smacked Steve on the head. It was eventful.
Christmas with Thor was always interesting. In fact, the idea itself was totally wild when you tried to explain it to him, because Asgardians didn’t have anything of the like. But once he was accustomed to the idea, he got really into it. This means having the biggest tree that you can fit (gave the landlord a heart attack), presents everywhere and going wild at Tony’s party. He’ll also get you crazy gifts - One year, after watching Harry Potter, he bought you a literal baby dragon to your balcony from Asgard. For some odd reason, Homeland Security weren’t very fond of this idea and it was removed before Christmas morning, so he bought you a mug instead.
Clint loves Christmas - the bad ass assassin exterior will melt away, and the usually serious SHIELD agent will turn up to Christmas parties in flashing jumpers and reindeer ears. One year you accidentally double booked Christmas with your family and the Avengers, and your mother was mildly terrified to say the least when she found Tony Stark cooking a turkey in your kitchen and you had to explain how your boyfriend is sort of an Avenger.
Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow
Nat is the most Christmassy person, but she will certainly try. She always gets you the best gifts and makes the best food, but her Christmas spirit is terrible. You’ll usually stay at the tower, because of the party and Tony always gives the best gifts (and obviously, you enjoy his presents. The free helicopter is just a bonus.) but then you’ll do something later in the evening like ice skating or sitting out on the roof and looking at New York with all the lights.
Pietro is a nightmare at Christmas - He’s like a literal child. He’ll have advent calendars and will make a huge ass deal over decorating your apartment. He gets so hyped up and takes you all over the city to see every last Christmas themed event, and then it’ll come to Christmas morning and realised he forgot to get everyone presents. It doesn’t matter though, because you still get to do fun stuff like decorating the tree, making Christmas lunch and seeing the Christmas lights at Times Square.
Wanda is actually really laidback at Christmas. You could be stressing over everything from what your exclusively vegan cousin is gonna eat to how you’re gonna cover the cost and how you’ll get the tree up to your apartment - Meanwhile, she’s getting everything done without fretting at all, and will have everything done by the beginning of December. You’ll never understand how, but when you’re covered in sellotape and chasing after your puppy, who has the wrapping paper in his mouth, and tripping over fairy lights, she’ll be sat on the sofa watching Elf with a smug look whilst you silently curse her. On actual Christmas day, you’ll unwrap your presents to one another and have dinner with your family and Pietro, who is even more excited about Christmas than all the little kids.
The Haunted America Masterpost for the 4th of July 2016
I usually do this for St Patrick’s Day and Christmas so I thought I would give another country a master post since it is their big day and I will probably make an updated one next year. (I wasn’t sure if I should include the Native American and the native Inuits in here so you can find them hereand here)
So here is list of all things creepy and American.
The two of didn’t usually argue. Rafael argued for a living so you recognised that he probably didn’t want to do it at home. On the rare occasions that you two did argue you, you made up quickly. You’d been dating for three years and had been living together for a year. No one at work knew that you two were dating and you’d always kept it professional at work.
Until today. Last night had been your three year anniversary. You guys had a system. Each year you’d take turns organising the anniversary date. He’d done it last year and this year was your turn. You both agreed that neither of you could miss it. No excuses. You both worked such demanding jobs that you’d promised each other to make your relationship a priority. Even if that meant taking a day off like you had last year. Last year he’d taken you ice skating in Central Park and then for dinner and movie at the classic movie theatre that you went to as a kid. It was your perfect date.
You’d asked him multiple time in the weeks before your anniversary if he was sure he could still do it. He was trying a major case and you were worried but would completely understand if he wanted to reschedule as it was special circumstances but he had assured you, multiple times that he was going to make it. Telling you he knew how much effort you’d put in planing it.
The day before you told him where to meet you.His favourite restaurant but you weren’t actually going to eat their. He was happy telling you that the verdict was coming in on the morning of your anniversary and that he’d been completely free and that he couldn’t wait. The morning of your anniversary he’d left before you woke up. So you hadn’t seen him all day which you didn’t mind because you two would have a special night.
You stayed for two hours waiting at the restaurant before giving up. He hadn’t answers your calls or texts. You were worried something might have happened. So in your fancy dress and heels you dragged yourself to his office but he wasn’t their. You passed Carmen on your way out and you made an excuse about how he had called you only to have her say he was celebrating his win at the local bar with the other ADAs.
Pissed you then dragged yourself to the bar. To see him toasting surrounded by the other ADAs. You caught his eye from across the bar. You watched as his face crumbled in realisation. You turned away not wanting to see what he did next.
You got home and tore off your dress. You cried as you rubbed the makeup off yourself. Could he’d forget you that easily? Even without a case you were his last priority. What about all the promises you’d made to each other? How could he forget so easily? Did you even matter?
He came in after that. He saw you’d been crying and he started apologising profusely. Telling you that he’d gotten distracted and that he’d been swept away with the win. Then you countered that you’d been calling all night and he admitted that he’d purposely ignored them in fear that you ruin the fun. But of course in his defence he was drunk. You just wanted to admit that he’d forgotten but he had an excuse for everything.
Like all lawyers.
You couldn’t deal with it anymore so you stormed out the apartment.He called after you but you kept walking. You went and stayed in the fancy hotel room you’d booked for your anniversary. Rafael called and texted you all night but you ignored them just like he had you and cried yourself to sleep.
The next morning you were much less sad and much more angry. He didn’t have the decency just to admit that he’d forgotten, so you couldn’t have the decency to call back or reply to any of his texts. With the limited resources you had you made yourself appropriate for work enough as to not arouse suspicion. You had expected to be much more tried this morning.
You went to work looking more or less normal. You were slightly more disheveled but no one seemed to comment on it. You were also slightly more agitated but no one seemed to pick up on it. After an interview with your partner Sonny you walked out the interrogation room as the suspect invoked his right to council.
“Are you alright?” he asked as he shut the door.
“Sure,” you answered.
“What’s going on?” he asked turning round and holding his arms.
“You know how yesterday I was really excited?” you reminded.
“Mmm.” he prompted.
“Well it was my anniversary with my boyfriend last night and he stood me up to go drinking with his buddies.” you smirked sourly.
“Damn. Good thing you’ve never introduced us. I would have kicked ass.” he chuckled nudging you.
“Oh don’t you worry. I’ll be doing that.” you winked.
You both started walking to your desks only to notice Rafael standing by Sonny desk. You sat down silently without acknowledging him while Sonny greeted him and updated him on your current suspect. Apparently Fin had called him to about a separate case. As he talked to Sonny he kept glancing over at you cautiously. You kept your head down filling in paperwork. Sonny walked away for a second and Rafael was left standing their.
“Y/N.” he said quietly.
“I’m glad you remember my name.” you commented not looking up.
“Hear me out.” he pleaded.
“I already did last night or do you not remember that?” you questioned still not looking up at him.
“Y/N…” he began.
“I think we’ve already established you remember my name and it seems to be the only thing you do remember.” you said.
“We need to talk.” he stated.
“Do you want me to right down a time and date so you don’t forget?” you snapped back at him.
“Can you please come to my office at lunch?” he asked slightly desperate.
“Hmm, we’ll see. I honestly don’t feel like get stood up two days in a row.” you sighed before getting up and walking away from him.
“Where are you going?” Liv asked walking past you as you walked past her
“I…” you tried to to come up with an answer.
“Either way, you’re coming with me.” she informed you and shuffling you with her by linking arms with you and dragging you away confused.
“What’s going on?” you asked stumbling forward with her.
“We caught a new case.” Liv informed relaxing you in front of your desk where Barba was still standing.
“Where are Fin and Sonny?” you asked purposely avoiding and ignoring Rafael.
“They’ve got another case. Which is why I’m here.” Liv began to explain, “Rollins is off today. Fin and Sonny are working another case. I have a meeting at 1PP.”
“So, I’m working this case alone. What is it?” you asked as she handed you the file and began to flick through it.
“Sexual assault in the alleyway of a nightclub. And you won’t be working alone.” Liv informed.
“No.” you sighed realising what she getting at, “Really?”
“It’s only for today.” Liv confirmed.
“Why can’t I just work it alone?” you asked not caring he was sitting right next to you.
“Usually, you would but he offered and every case should have two sets of eyes.” Liv reminded.
“Fine. I’ll take the lawyer.” you sighed.
“Can I talk to you Y/N.’ Liv asked moving to the side.
“Is this going to be problem?” Liv asked concerned once you were out of earshot.
“No, I love lawyers, really. I love how they constantly tell me all the laws I’m breaking.” you joked dryly.
“Well at least it’s nothing serious.” Liv chuckled.
“Also Y/N.” Liv began.
“Yeah boss?” you prompted.
“Make sure he doesn’t get shot.” She warned.
“Can’t promise that. I’ve never seen anyone encounter Barba and them not want to shoot him.” You sighed jokingly.
“Well if anyone does take the bullet because if you get shot the DA’s office won’t bother me.” Liv warned lightly.
“Gotcha boss.” you agreed before waving her off as she quickly left the building.
You turned and looked back at Barba, who was already watching you.
“Let’s go my great objectionable one.” you joked sarcastically as you waited for him to start walking to you.
You walked to the car in silence and continued to stay silent as you drove to the crime scene. It was strange really. It was weird for Rafael, not to talk. He loved talking but he wasn’t now. Maybe, he was actually feeling bad about what he did. As he should.
“So are you going to be here all day?” you asked as you took a sharp turn.
“For a few hours and then I have an arrangement just lunch.” he informed.
“So you won’t be here all day?” you tried to confirm.
“No.” he answered.
“Great.” you smiled.
“But I still hope you’ll actually come to my office at lunch even of you have to spend the morning with me.” Rafael informed with a slight tone of desperation.
Maybe, you were dragging this out. Maybe, you were being to harsh. But then again he hadn’t actually apologised nor had you given him the chance too. Maybe, you were being unreasonable. Maybe, you had a right to be.
“I thought I already told you I don’t feel like being stood up twice in a row.” you snapped back.
“How long..” he began.
“We’re here.” you interrupted practically jumping out the car one you parked up.
You did the whole crime scene ordeal. You talked to officers, CSU, witnesses and asked questions. Rafael asked too. Knowing that you had to be professional you acted cordial. Rafael then suggested that you go into the nightclub and ask if they recognised the girl.
The nightclub was infamous for secret drug activity. You would know, you’re mother used to take you hear all the time. The owners were good people but weary of the police. They somewhat engaged with the illegal activity that happened. Technically, they were in business with your Mother. They would probably talk to you, one of the only cops they trusted. They were sort of you friends. Rafael, on the other hand.
“You should stay here.” you suggested before beginning to walk away.
“Why?” he questioned suspicious.
“Let’s just say. They don’t like cops.” you explained briefly.
“Good thing I’m not a cop.” he reminded heading towards the doors.
“Don’t like suits either.” you informed stopping him with a hand to the chest.
“Then how come they’ll like you can go in there, but I can’t, especially because you’re a cop?” he questioned in lawyer-esq. fashion.
“Because they know me. They like me.” you stated glaring at him.
“And how do you know them?” he asked once again.
“I’m a mobsters daughter. I know every drug dealer in the city and this place is a hub for drug activity. It’s was practically my after school club.” you explained in heavily sarcastic tone.
“Right, I forgot.” he admitted.
“We’ll consider it the second important thing you’ve forgotten.” you smiled falsely.
“How long are you going to be like this?” he suddenly asked changing the subject.
“Like what?” you replied purposely being complacent.
“Mad at me.” he clarified.
“I’m sorry. Are you feeling bad? Am I upsetting the precious ADA.” you teased harshly slightly annoyed.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” he clarified once again.
“Well, how did you mean it?” you accused fully annoyed now.
“I don’t know.” he admitted ashamedly.
“When you figure it out, then we’ll have this conversation. If you want to come in come in but keep your mouth shut. Got it?” you ordered before heading to the door yourself.
‘“Alright, alright. I’ll follow your lead. Detective.” he called after you.
“Thanks, the oh great objectionable one.” you smirked as you waited for him to get by the door at which you were waiting at.
“I never got that joke.” he sighed.
“Because lawyers always says objection.” you began to explain before you related he was joking, “Dick.”
You both walked into the bar, the place was empty and the lights were off. You looked up towards the office up the stairs and saw the light was on.
“Doesn’t look…” Rafael began to comment.
“Hey Country.” you shouted while simultaneously banging on the wall with your fist.
The forceful hits created a lot of noise.
“That’s one way to do it.” Rafael commented once agin which you ignored as you continued to hit the wall.
The noise becoming almost unbearable.
“Yo who the hell? Y/N?” Country, the owner, started to scream as he flew down the stairs only to stop when he realised it was you.
“How’s it Country?” you asked hoping it was solve his confusion.
“Not bad, what about you?” he replied calming down almost instantaneously.
“Oh me. Well I was great then my supposed boyfriend ditched on our anniversary for his buddies.”
“Why isn’t he your ex boyfriend?” he asked with a smirk.
“You know I was just thinking the same thing.” you teased throwing Rafael a smile.
“As fascinating as this is. We didn’t come here to talk about Detective Y/L/N boyfriend.” Rafael interjecting.
“Whose the suit?” Country questioned suspiciously.
“Oh him. My Grandpa.” you smirked as you quickly glanced back at him.
“ADA Rafael Barba, actually.” Rafael interrupted to introduce himself.
“So you here on official business.” Country stated.
“How’d you figure that?” you asked already knowing the answer as it wasn’t hard to figure out
“You don’t usually don’t bring suits to our meetings. Especially not ADAs.” Country commented, playing along.
“Your meetings?” Rafael questioned shocked.
“You those ones were I get my explicit amounts of drugs,” you joked with the most serious voice you could muster before admitting the truth, “I’m kidding.”
“I know?” Rafael responded slightly weary.
“What you here for?” Country finally asked.
“You know her?” you said producing a picture go the girl from your pocket.
‘Depends, what’s ‘nineteen hundreds’ going to do with this information.” Country poised ominously.
“Nothing, trust me.”
“I do. Just not him.” Country explained quickly.
“Can you leave?” you asked officially annoyed.
“No, I’m not leaving you with him.”
“Well if you hadn’t told him you were an ADA. Then you wouldn’t have to.” you commented with a sigh.
“Maybe if you hadn’t said Grandpa. I wouldn’t have to.” he pointed out bitterly.
“Are you that sensitive?” you questioned sarcastically.
“It’s not about that. It’s about the lack of respect your showing me.” he fired at you. “Well I’m sorry you feel disrespected but so do I. Why didn’t you listen when I said not to speak. We’d already be out of here I you had.” You argued adamantly.
“Alright, go on.” Rafael sighed motioning for you to return.
“He isn’t going to say anything.” you informed truing back to Country. “You sure?” he questioned cautious. “100 percent.” you reassured, “Pretty boy here isn’t no snitch. And he’ll be quiet from now on. Won’t you?”
He didn’t answer. He just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in annoyance and protest.
“That’s his version of a yes.” you sighed throwing him a dirty look.
Rafael was quiet from then on. You listened carefully to what Country had to say. He did know the girl, she was a regular at the club. Apparently, she would do anything to score some drugs whatever they were which consequently meant she made a lot of enemies. Also, on the night of her death she was at a club but was thrown out after having an argument with a mysterious man, who’d never been their before. You thanked Country and you and Barba walked out the club. You knew that Rafael had to leave for court now anyway.
“You going back?” you asked as you stepped out of the club.
“Yes.” he answered.
“Alright, i’m going to the M.E to see what drugs this girl had in her system and to see if she really was hardcore as our friend says she was. A car is here to take you to court.So, I’ll see you later.” you explained before beginning to walk to your car.
“When will I see you, exactly?” he called after you.
“I thought we had a lunch date?” you winked before getting into your car.
After you got back form the M.E office. Your day was hectic up until lunch. You’d identified what sort of drugs your victim was taking. They were a trademark, so you could easily find a dealer who also knew her. Which gave you at least a lead. You experiencing dead end to dead end. You kept an eye the clock, watching until it was two’o’ clock.
When it was, you went to the DA’s office. You were the sort of person who got really angry in the beginning but you would simmer down as time went on. You had forgiven Rafael. To be honest you’d forgiven him a few hours ago. You had been angry but you softened. Thinking about it you saw his point of view and a small mistake wasn’t worth the end of your relationship. Maybe, you enjoyed stringing him along. Making him feel as bad as you did last night.
You greeted his assistant as you walked pasted her desk and walked into office, without knocking, you walked in and sat on the chair in front of his desk. You walked in so fast that you didn’t actually know where he was. You jerked your head round to see he was sitting on his couch at the other end of his office. Surrounded by his usual stacks of courthouse documents.
“I’m here.” you stated turning sideways in your seat so you can stare back at him.
“I can see that.” he responded leaning back in his seat.
A silence fell over you both.
“Well this is fun.” you commented looking up at the ceiling awkwardly.
“I’m just going to cut to the chase,” he began walking over to you and leaning on his desk in front of you, “I’m sorry about yesterday. I really am. Forgive me?”
His was being sincere and you couldn’t make him feel bad anymore.
“Do you want me to be honest?” you sighed looking up at him.
“Of course.” he responded.
“I forgave you hours ago.” you admitted.
“What?” he questioned.
“Look, I forgive you. Of course I do. I’m not throwing away our relationship because you made a mistake. I can almost guarantee that I’ll make a mistake someday in the future and I know you are going to forgive me. However, I did want you to understand how I felt when you stood me up for your buddies.” you explained.
“So you made me feel bad all day even though you were already over it?” he questioned raising an eyebrow.
“Exactly.” you concluded.
“That’s genius.” he admitted.
“I know right?” you smiled.
“You were so mad at me for standing you up so you made fun of me, teased me and belittled me all day and therefore let me experience what you did. Truly inspired. If I didn’t know you like I do and didn’t love you like I do. Then I’d think you were crazy.” he sighed before chuckling dryly.
“Didn’t you already know that?” you smirked.
“I did. My crazy ex girlfriend.” he joked grabbing your hand.
“Not funny.” you shot back pushing him gently.
“Seriously though. I am very sorry. I just completely forgot. I was so wrapped up in finally winning that case. I completely forgot.” he apologised once again.
“I know. It’s okay.” you comforted. “But still you spent so much time and money in planning it.” he sighed.
“Good thing I’ve got lots of energy. And the money. I’m not worried mostly because I used yours.” you admitted with a big smile.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” he smiled at you.
“When we get home. We’ll have a drink and have a low-key redo anniversary because I have to leave now, if I want the guys at CSU to keep talking to me.” you suggested and then joked..
“I’ll buy somethings for dinner on my way home. Do you want me to get you anything? Actually, let me guess. Vodka and lemonade, to make the Y/N classic?” he asked even though you knew that he knew that he was right.
“You got it.” you winked wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.
“What is it with you and vodka?” he teased lifting his hands up and giving your arms a squeeze.
“I don’t know. I think I got some Russian in me.” you commented.
“Well you’ll have some Cuban in you soon.” Rafael winked, letting you go and striding across the room.
“Damn, that was smooth. How can I resist?” you chuckled.
“I was referring to the food, I was going to make you. ” he flirted.
‘Sure you were.” you whispered into his ear.
“I’ll see you soon.” he said letting go of you.
“Yeah at home.” you added heading towards the door.
“I love you.” he said watching you leave, causing you to turn around and lean against the door frame.
“Who doesn’t?” you joked before blowing him a kiss and leaving his office.
Summary: Reader and Bucky want to make new traditions for their first Christmas together with unexpected results.
Warnings: Fluff mostly, implied smut? Maybe? I dunno. :D
Word Count: 1654
A/N: This was written for @themercurialmadhatter (previously murialweathers I hope? That’s the name I received originally) or do you prefer @buckysplumfondler ? I’ll just tag both. :) I’m your Secret Santa!! I know you requested Bucky fluff/smut but I’m not a smut writer. This does have a little bit of heat in it, though! I really hope you like this.
“Let’s see,” you recalled, counting on your fingers as you spoke, “Tree lighting ceremony? Check. Ice skating at Rockefeller Center? Check. Window shopping at Macy’s? Check. Walk through Central Park as the snow falls? Now we can check that one off!”
“Yeah, but was it worth it, doll?” asked your favorite Super Soldier, settling down next to you on the couch in the common room.
You sniffled, snuggled up in a blanket as your attentive boyfriend handed you a mug of hot chocolate to warm you. The park, while beautiful and romantic as you strolled arm in arm with Bucky, it had also been absurdly freezing and now you could not get warm enough.
“Yes, it was!!” you assured him, curling into his side to steal his heat as well.
He let you pick the movie and slowly your body temperature rose to normal, empty mug of cocoa resting on the coffee table. Halfway through the movie, Clint came waltzing in to the room with something in his hands.
- The whole drive to Stiles’s dorm they did non-stop car karaoke
- stiles loves to jam out to Taylor Swift in the car
- they try to visit each other at least once a month
- They make sure to skype every weekend
- they went back to Beacon Hills for spring break
- They love going to drive in movies
- They love going to Sonic and getting milkshakes
- Stiles got glasses for reading
- Lydia gave Stiles a framed photo of his Jeep for his birthday
- Stiles hangs it above his bed
- Lydia loves it when Stiles wears suits
- Lydia often gets invited to events and likes to bring Stiles along
- Lydia basically always does his tie for these occasions
- For Christmas Break, they went to New York City and ice skated in Central Park.
- BONUS: Lydia 100% had to teach Stiles how to ice skate
- Lydia will give Stiles hair cuts when it grows out too much
- Stiles once tried to do Lydia’s makeup and discovered he is allergic to her foundation which ended up with them going to the hospital to stop the swelling
- Stiles thinks Mascara is the devil’s work
- They have gone to Lazer Tag together multiple times
- Lydia makes the best chicken noodle soup in the world, and makes it for Stiles if he gets sick
- Once in a while, they will send each other little “gift-boxes” filled with little mementos of their recent experiences (postcards, photos, etc.)
- Lydia loves taking polaroid pictures
- Stiles gets extremely confused with Polaroid cameras
Request:Yayy!! I’m so glad you’re opening up requests :D this just came into my head the last couple of days after I went ice skating with my friends. Was wondering if you could write about either Newt or Credence going ice skating with the reader for the first time ever on the frozen lake? Feel free to make it fluffy-Christmasy feels! Thank you x
Notes: I dunno how good I would be at writing Credence’s character yet, but I do hope you enjoy this fluffy little ice skating excursion with Newt!! :D
Early on that morning snow had been falling in huge chunks, like fluffy, white meteorites, coating the ground in a thick layer of knee-high powder. It had since slowed to the occasional flake and the sun, warm and cheery, peeked through the clouds. A perfect winter day in New York City.
Queenie and Tina had commissioned you to get Newt out of the apartment for the day, partially for their own sake, to decorate the place in peace, and partially for Newt’s sake, as Queenie said Newt spent far too much time stuck in a stuffy old suitcase and needed to get out there and see New York at Christmastime.
The first idea that had come to mind was ice skating, your favorite winter pastime as a kid, and Central Park was absolutely lovely in the winter. After a bit of prodding, you and the sisters managed to get Newt out of his case and out the door.
The lake was full of cheerfulness and laughter. A group of schoolboys had claimed one corner for a hockey game, young girls skated arm-in-arm with their friends, and couples of all ages glided around, merry in conversation. You took a deep breath of cold air, and stepped onto the ice, feeling right at home.
“C’mon, Newt!” you say cheerfully turning to the tall Brit, who had finally managed to lace up his boots.
Newt stepped onto the ice cautiously with one foot, and then carefully brought his next foot down.
“Good, good…now,” you angled your right foot and pushed off, “Forward!”
Newt’s knees wobbled as his body swayed back and forth rigidly, still not entirely convinced this was a good plan.
You couldn’t help but giggle at him, as he always seemed so sure-footed and nimble on solid ground. He picked up one foot to kick off, but wavered, and stamped it immediately back down.
“How d’you…how d’you stay on one foot?” Newt inquired as he unsuccessfully attempted to move forward again.
“You just have to be brave. And balance! But most importantly: don’t be scared,” you reached a gloved hand out to him. He was looking down at the ice, concentrating hard.
“It helps if you look up, you get your bearings that way!” you said smiling warmly. Newt gave you a skeptical look with his round, green eyes, and gently placed his large palm in yours.
“Okay, okay, now,” you faced him directly, “hang on to me for balance, and point your toes out, yes, like that, and use one foot to push the ice behind you, like a plow.”
Newt gripped your hand tighter as he shakily raised one knee up (a bit hilariously too high) and brought it down at an angle, launching him forward a few inches.
“Goodness…” Newt said.
“Attaboy!” you exclaimed.
You made Newt repeat the same process with alternating feet until he could keep a slow, but steady pace around the rink. He was surprisingly a fast learner, though he never let go of your hand for one moment. His cheeks and nose were red and rosy from the cold and from the exertion.
“(Y/n), I f-feel like this is getting a little easier,” he looked up at you from under his messy reddish brown hair.
“Yeah?” you said with a mischievous grin, “Okay. I think you’re ready to try on your own.”
Newt suddenly looked a bit panic-stricken, “W-what? I don’t know…”
“Of course you are. Just be confident, don’t look down. I’m going to wait for you at the other end of the lake, okay?” you say, still smiling.
“Really. You can do it. I believe in you,” you gave a little wave and took off for the snowbanks on the opposite side of the lake as the hem of your coat swished back and forth gracefully.
You watched for a minute as he struggled with nothing to hang onto, but placed his arms straight out, rather comically, and gained more confidence. His movements were still jerky and awkward, but he was moving. He suddenly picked up speed, hair blowing from his forehead and a bit of a goofy smile on his face. You looked to the side briefly, hearing loud cheers from the hockey players, and when you looked back, you realized that he was coming at you fast, a little too fast.
“(Y/n)? (Y/n), how do you, er, stop?” he said heading straight toward you.
Before you say anything, the two of you collided, you trying to stop Newt’s forward momentum by digging your skates in hard, though that just threw you off balance. Tipping backwards, Newt clutched you tightly, trying to cushion your fall.
FWOMP. You landed on your rear end, Newt’s arms outstretched on either side of you, and his face inches from yours. You could see he was instantly terrified.
“Merlin’s beard, (Y/n), are you alright? Are you hurt at all?” his eyes darted up and down looking for any injuries.
“I’m perfectly fine, are you?” you knew your bum was going to be sore the next day, the most typical of ice skating injuries.
He nodded vigorously and swallowed hard, “I-I’m so sorry. I just didn’t, um, really know how to stop myself, so to speak.” A group of schoolgirls zoomed past the two of you, giggling.
You could see every freckle dotting his face in sharp detail, and his eyes slightly watery from the cold. He looked so sincerely worried for you that you couldn’t resist breaking out in laughter.
“Newt,” you said between fits of giggles, “You…you should have seen your face. You looked…like…” you imitated him, opening your mouth and eyes wide as saucers.
Newt tried to look down, but realizing he was looking unintentionally at your chest, squeezed his eyes shut tightly and tried to stifle a small laugh. Little puffs of breath came from his nose, “S-sorry, again (Y/n).”
He pushed himself upwards in the snow and managed to get back on two feet after a bit of slipping and sliding. He reached both hands out to pull you up, and you looked up at him. Blue coat caked with snow, hair even more disheveled than before, standing knock-kneed, and looking positively embarrassed, he looked sweeter than ever.
“Thank you, Newt,” you say raising yourself up. Coming face-to-face, you looked at each other for a moment, silly smiles stuck on. Even though you were just dunked in a pile of snow, you felt strangely very, very warm. Newt’s expression softened, his eyelids relaxing.
“Shall–shall we keep going? I actually find this to be, rather enjoyable, as it were,” Newt said shly.
You nodded, taking him by arm, “But I think I might need some cocoa to warm up soon.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Newt said quietly, looking down at you, seeming rather pleased after all about his day out of the case.