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makesitprecious · 2 months
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when you're having a serious conversation about trust but the sexual tension is THAT. HIGH.
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interchangetalks · 2 years
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UNDER THE SEA...
that’s where all our ships are sinking because it’s break up season, bitches. no one is weathering this storm. ariel might have sat on rocks to sing a pretty tune but around here our favourite disasters are crashing into them like never before and if you ask me, there won’t be many who ever make it back. rest in pieces. 
to honour our most recent dearly departed guests, i’m not even going to throw shade. i’m sure that auggie will do enough of that about our most beloved threesome participant francis wymack. good luck in the city, bodhi and owen, you were our favourite gays (sorry, kai). please, only come back if you want to be in another controversial fourway relationship.
we’ll start with a little low down on our favourite unhappily married couple everett and emerson. we’re all shocked they stayed married this long but we hear through the grapevine that everetts finally filing for that D-I-V-O-R-C-E. celebrations might be in order but emerson went full speed ahead when it came to fulfilling her new role as community hoe... is she trying to one up her husbands rep? more on this later.
rumour has it that kai left the party with our favourite young sweet magazine enthusiastic. so, which option did you take on the pop quiz? A or B? you know, we never pictured lloyd in a sexy beach themed entanglement but it certainly has our interest. our new otp? ares and olivia are out forever, kai and lloyd are in. 
silas was playing his normal party tricks and honouring his title as one of the community dicks, first there was reese, then there was emerson (these two have a thing for sharing guys) and then there was... most shocking of all, reid bennet. it must be hard putting so much work in around here to seeming sexy and mysterious but the good news is that it seems like there’s a new mystery man on the horizon... welcome to the interchange mariano. i wonder if he uses the pet name kitten too. 
with this shit ton of new faces it’s hard to keep up but we’ll make sure to keep a close eye on all these new attractive young people to ensure we can dish the dirt on them as a matter of urgency. 
keo and ashley mac making are making a splash when it comes to hitting the likability scale- but with the return of the other ashley, we have to question how long it’ll take for shit to hit the fan and if she’s interested in rekindling her little friendship with our very own naomi o now prank seasons over. if not maybe we’ll get our dreams of a man hating ashley supremacy over here. 
it seems like valeria returned just in time to be flavour of the week and she might have enjoyed a little flirtation with finley and everett. but don’t feel bad about flirting with your friends husband, val... emerson will be square because we hear she was busy asking cassidy if he was interested in a little ocean action. now, i thought we believed in girl code at least, ladies. can’t you trust any of your friends with your boyfriend, cecilya? 
we did spy one particularly thrilling scene, our own little tyler standing up to his long term lover (and executioner) elle woodhouse. we all know how elle loves to keep a list of rotational lovers on the go but with them dropping like flies, maybe she should be a little kinder to the only one who actually likes her. maybe it’s time for little ty to get a piece on the side and see if she cares when she’s going through dick-privation. consider rosalie, alana or jac as some sexy options. 
what else? auggie’s still crying about his crush, no one knows what’s going on between noah and lafayette, estelle and silver still haven’t fucked, arisa is still single, zeki and mel are still together and i’m still wondering what georgia was up while she was gone. 
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shadowsong26fic · 11 months
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Passing the Time
Author: shadowsong26
‘Verse: Feredar
Rating: G
Characters: Taz, Dallu
Warnings: Nope, not for this one
Notes: Written for the Year of the OTP event. April prompt: pranks.
(I am also doing this for Star Wars, BSG, and two of my other original ‘verses, if you’re interested in checking those out! One ship per canon. The fanfic ones will be posted to AO3 probably a day or two after they’re on tumblr. Master list of all fills can be found here.)
The thing about life at sea was that, while there were adventures to be had and combat to engage in and danger to face, between those bright spots of activity, there were many very monotonous, repetitive, routine tasks; and when crossing the Broad Sea between the Islands and the continent, there might be nothing new on the horizon for days on end.
So, the sailors, and their Captain, and their navigator, found ways to pass the time. Gambling, flirting--or more--in dark corners, little crafts that didn’t take much space.
Petty feuds, too; though a good Captain--and Taz Hantree, despite her youth, was a very good Captain--kept a weather eye out for those and nipped them in the bud.
It wasn’t all that different from the long, dark night of winter in the North, Dallu has found. A similar sense of being crowded in together, cut off from other peoples, and finding distractions when there wasn’t an immediate task to occupy the mind.
And, especially now that he and Taz were together, Dallu considered it part of his role to help keep his Captain on an even keel.
…well. Much as she ever was, anyway.
It started with little gifts; surprises for her to find as she went about her day. Little scraps of brightly colored fabric or shell to make her smile.
But some part of him, perhaps influenced by his Captain’s flair for drama and chaos, kept whispering…is that enough?
Eventually, of course, he gave in. His routine might not have been quite as monotonous as the sailors’--navigators were outside the regular chain of command--but he got bored, too, on occasion.
So he started to add a little flair to his surprises.
Like the time she opened a hatch to be greeted by a carefully-prepared flash of chill early morning air.
Or when she picked up one of the shells he’d hidden and got a brief jolt of static along with it (that one took very careful setup, to make sure the energy wouldn’t set off actual sparks).
His favorite, though, was the scrap of fabric in her very favorite bright turquoise that he had managed to spell into being magnetic. Most of her jewelry, of course, was gold, so it didn’t stick to that. But it clung determinedly to the hilt of her sword.
She tracked him down, pretending to be annoyed, but he could hear the laughter in her voice as she insisted he undo it.
Which he did, of course.
And he couldn’t help but notice that, within a day or so, she finished off the rough edges of the scrap and tied it around the sheath as a kind of banner, where it wouldn’t be so in the way.
A very good day’s work, he thought.
…although--and perhaps this should have occurred to him sooner--by opening this particular door, he had given her an opportunity to retaliate in kind.
…this is going to be a very interesting trip, he thought, grinning to himself as he--very, very carefully--pushed open the door of their shared cabin--
Not carefully enough.
A bucket of tinted water spilled over him, soaking into his pale hair, leaving it dyed a much fainter shade of that same turquoise that his Taz so loved.
…worth it, he decided, as he wiped the water away from his eyes. Absolutely worth it. The real question now is what should I do next…
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auburnflight · 2 years
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12-desert
You know you have a supportive partner when she says that your favorite character and your self-insert are their OTP. Anyway, this was written based on a challenge from my partner to write out a scene of a joke drawing I made.
Even if they were both made of countless tiny specks, snow and sand were nothing alike. In fact, that might have been the only similarity between them.
Trudging through the arid expanse with a small group on the way to meet up with a larger section of the Hoshidan forces, Aki would have given just about anything for the dust barraging her face and weighing down her feet to be icy snow instead. But as she shielded her face with an arm, walking just abreast of her pegasus in the hopes that his wings would save her from the worst of the onslaught, the relentless sun beat down upon them with a strength many times greater than even the brightest winter day.
If only there wasn’t such a headwind, they could fly. Perhaps eventually the weather would calm, and it would be a different story… But neither she nor the rest of the pegasus knights were keen on fighting the vicious gusts from the air. At least from the ground, they could shelter behind one another and keep a relatively stable footing, short of the patches of sand shifting beneath them. Keeping a hand on his haunches, Aki guided her pegasus through the worst of it. Every few minutes, he would snort and kick in vain at the loose sand, and Aki would encourage him gently. Clearly he wasn’t used to this kind of environment, either. But at least they could struggle through the terrain together.
Out of all the members of the small Hoshidan troop, who remained relatively silent as they trekked mostly single file across the rolling sands—a couple other pegasus knights, and a few archers and mages--none seemed to be having an exactly easy time of it, except for Rinkah. The Flame Tribe woman had taken up position at the head of the group, picking out the best course across the terrain that Aki thought all looked largely the same. She stood tall with her eyes fixed on the horizon in spite of the sand buffeting the group. It wasn’t an officially appointed position--more one assumed out of necessity, once the weather had taken a turn for the worse. And although under most circumstances, Rinkah preferred to keep her distance from several of the others, Aki noticed her once or twice turning back to survey the status of each of the group’s members as they travelled.
If her thoughts weren’t already clouded by fatigue and by so many other emotions that would jump to her mind first, Aki might have been jealous.
The shade of her pegasus’s wings brought barely any relief. Even the wind itself seemed to be smoldering, and under all her layers, much more appropriate for wheeling through the sky’s cooling air currents than for enduring desert weather, Aki felt she might burn up from the inside out.  And especially since she couldn’t see their destination, the time blurred together, punctuated only by regular stops to pull her narrow riding boots out of each particularly deep patch of sand.
Of course, she wouldn’t complain—even she was too knightly for that. But part of her wondered how much farther they had to go until they reached the shelter promised by the larger group already stationed near the Wind Tribe.
“I find it funny that of all things, the desert ends up being your weakness.”
A low, lilting voice spoke from somewhere in her proximity. Aki fell back from her pegasus and lowered her elbow just enough to look to both sides. She blinked in surprise that, at some point, Rinkah had fallen into position beside her. The other was easily keeping pace with the pegasus knight and her mount, her steps expert and efficient from having been honed on the sands for a significant portion of her life.
Aki lowered her head slightly and scoffed, partially to get some of the sand out of her mouth. “Yeah. Funny how that works out.” 
“What will you do when you come to the Flame Tribe with me and you have to do this in front of a bunch of strangers?” The slightly upward intonation of Rinkah’s voice hinted at a wide grin and a jab of humor.
“Hope for better weather?” Aki’s lungs convulsed in a half-laugh, half-cough. Even speaking in winds this strong was no easy feat.
“That doesn’t change the fact that there will be a lot of sand,” Rinkah retorted. As if to prove her point, Aki stumbled slightly as the ground slipped from beneath her and brought her nearly to her knees. But, with as quick reflexes as ever—or maybe she had simply seen it begin to happen—Rinkah caught her under one arm and lifted her slowly until she could regain her footing. “You look miserable.”
“Well, hopefully I’m not a lost cause,” Aki sighed, trying to sound ironic, but realizing she had let more disappointment into her voice than she had intended. Rinkah didn’t seem to have trouble with any of the weather or terrain in the Hoshidan lowlands—save for the humidity in summertime, which even then, she withstood with little more issue than perhaps a quicker temper. It felt almost unfair that Aki was unacclimated to every aspect of traveling in the desert. Once they reached the mountains, with their slopes of rock and hardy brush, at least the earth underfoot would grow more navigable. But even then, the daytime heat would reduce Aki to a mess of exhaustion, and she would pine once more for the relative mildness of her home. She wasn’t sure her pegasus, equally adjusted to such a climate, would fare much better than she would.
“Really, seeing you struggle like that is making me feel sorry for you.” 
Aki couldn’t quite hear over the winds whether Rinkah’s voice was condescending or teasing, and she bit back a spike of irritation that she blamed on the inclement weather. She opened her mouth to ask for a suggestion of what she should do, then—but before she could form the words, the ground was swept from under her.
The pegasus knight gave an indignant shout and threw out an arm, hoping to grab anything that would save her from being sucked into a mass of sand. But as her rapid heartbeat calmed, she realized that the ground wasn’t rushing to meet her. In fact, there was now a consistent, even pressure on her lower back, as well as on the backs of her knees. 
She blinked a few times in confusion, and at the rhythmic bobs of someone walking beneath her, her initial panic returned. Accompanying it was a rush of embarrassment that only increased upon hearing the pitch of her own voice. “What are you doing?!”
 “Now I don’t have to watch you.” Rinkah’s voice came not far from Aki’s left ear, and the pegasus knight glanced toward the source. A slight perk at the underside of one of Rinkah’s narrowed eyes betrayed a concealed smile.
“Whaaat?” The pitch of Aki’s voice went even higher than she thought it could physically go, and she just barely fought the urge to thrash in protest, opting to hide her face against her arms instead. It wasn’t that the sensation wasn’t… nice. Rinkah carried her against her own robust form with ease. But just when Aki thought the desert climate would be the end of her, a deep blush only flooded her face with further heat. And… what about the others around them? Was nobody going to say anything? Especially since Rinkah was typically so undemonstrative…
At least with sand and wind continuing to pelt them, she had an excuse not to lay her eyes on the reactions around them.. She stared at the ground as she tried to process the whirlwind of thoughts in her skull.  But to no avail—the storm of emotions was as relentless as the desert winds surrounding them.
“Hey. You need to save your energy for when we get there, not spend it flopping around helplessly in the sand,” Rinkah admonished, and as Aki forced herself to inhale deeply through her stomach, she acknowledged that, at least in some way, there was truth to her words. Maybe not enough to convince her entirely… But it was enough, in combination with the strangely complete sense of feeling safe, that Aki abandoned her efforts to communicate otherwise. 
She gaped aimlessly at her own hands, which were now folded defensively against her sternum, and only dared to meet Rinkah’s gaze out of the corner of her eye. The obsidian-black beads around the Flame Tribe warrior’s neck kept her from holding Aki completely against her upper body, but nevertheless she held the other securely in her muscular arms. Suddenly conscious of the sheer closeness, Aki let her gaze drop to the ground again and hoped that her racing heart didn’t too obviously reveal her thoughts. 
“You aren’t going to do this when we go to the Flame Tribe, are you?” she tried to joke, but it ended up sounding more like a complaint.  
“Ideally, I won’t have to,” Rinkah replied, and in the periphery of her vision, Aki saw her teeth flash in a grin. “But if you make me…”
“No. Sorry.” Aki shook her head rapidly, trying to clear her head of the fog of bewilderment. But in spite of herself, once again looking down as possible to hide her face from view and from the drifting sand, she found herself smiling.
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daeneryssansa · 3 years
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kendalroys · 4 years
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goodbye // reunion
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN - At World’s End (2007) | Dead Men Tell No Tales (2017) 
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laezelofkliir · 4 years
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Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End (2007) dir. Gore Verbinski
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cherylblossom · 7 years
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Separation ➜ Reunion
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nora-durst · 6 years
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one day ashore, ten years at sea
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glitteringspark · 7 years
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it’s 2017 and willabeth still owns the game and my heart
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piracys · 6 years
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another-snape-story · 4 years
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Quidditch Incident
Chapter XIX
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Quidditch pitch came into sight as the trees thinned out into a wide field. The stands were full of cheering fans and their loud uproar reached you from afar. Neither you nor Snape had desire to merge into this excited buzz preferring the solitude you shared together, yet your feet inevitably led you to the epicenter of an event.
Not that you were a big Quidditch fan, but one couldn’t deny the whole atmosphere contributed to a gambling mood. Moreover, since Hogwarts provided not much entertainment, you found it really nice to change the setting and clear your mind – last days were quite tough.
The view opening from the height of tribunes induced an eye to roam freely over the hills and plains which spread far to the horizon building a landscape of all vivid colors. The brilliant greens, reds and yellows banished every dark thought. Cool wind blowing you in the face felt especially pleasant under warm rays of sun, and the man beside you added gayety to your spirits.
You watched final preparations being done anticipating the teams to appear on the pitch while Snape watched you. The fire of life he thought had gone out, flared up in his soul anew. Your kind attitude reminded him he was a human – with simple human desires and aspirations. Could he be blamed for striving for at least one fleeting touch of warmth? Ironically, after admitting he seemed to have found someone he’s been longing to come into his life for so long, he felt astray like never before. Snape didn’t know how things with the Dark Lord might turn out. Involving you into this dangerous game never came along with his plans.
“Here they are!” your cheerful voice pulled the man out of despairing reflections. In a blink, players soared up in the air looping around the pitch and greeting their fans and guests who arrived to attend the first Quidditch match in this season. “I hope we win!”
Bitterness which lied upon Snape’s heart melted away as he saw your eyes full of ingenuous delight. Although the score was the least of his concerns, he softly smiled in response. “Yes, I do hope so too.”
Once two captains shook hands, Madam Hooch’s whistle announced the game to begin, and four balls, freed from ties, blasted off at full tilt. Following the Quaffle going from one team to another, you also tried to keep an eye on Bludgers aimed to kick players off their brooms, shrinking every time iron spheres threatened to reach the goal. Quidditch has never been a bore always offering a spectacular performance, but the only thing you hated about it was an extremely high risk of injuries.
Slytherin scored another ten points, and the half of stands packed with swarm of green colors exulted in triumphant elation. Engulfed in overall excitement, you grinned happily until you noticed Harry Potter struggling to tame his Nimbus Two Thousand which seemed to have gone wild jolting and swishing and… bucking him off? Your heart sank.
“Severus,” you nervously seized his hand, “something’s wrong with Potter’s broom!” Eyes widened in terror, you looked up at the man, but he already was aware of the trouble.  
“I know,” he answered briefly, a mixture of confusion and determination on his face. Close attention directed at the boy, Snape traced his every move with an intent stare. You heard him muttering unknown magic formulas, presumably, inventing some on the spot and hoping to find the one which might help. Afraid to interfere, you pulled out your wand, ready to cast any spell needed to at least slow down the fall. Your glance darted rapidly from Snape to Potter checking whether Harry was still holding on to his broomstick and whether Severus still had things under control – if a term ‘control’ was relevant in these circumstances at all. Worse luck, as a mockery of someone who initiated this wicked show, Snape’s coat caught fire for some inexplicable reason.
“Fire! You’re on fire!” screamed a voice from behind your back.
While Snape got distracted by extinguishing the flame, you discovered that Potter’s broom suddenly calmed down, and the boy could fly safely again.
“Are you okay? What was that?” you worriedly examined the man from head to toe, making sure he wasn’t harmed.
“No idea,” Snape replied absentmindedly, his eyes chaotically running over the place.
By chance, you caught a glimpse of Professor Quirrell adjusting his stupid turban that started annoying you lately. To your surprise, the man seemed to appear in different light for a moment – his face conveyed stern, unrelenting emphasis so untypical of him, which didn’t last long, however, and transformed into his usual pitiful expression as he looked around. You found it curious.
Meanwhile Potter caught the Snitch and brought Gryffindor one hundred and fifty points. This meant your team lost the game, but it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered except for his strange incident.
“We better go now,” a soft touch on the small of your back awoke you from perplexed stupor, and a tall black figure drew you along through the crowd, down the stairs, away from the pitch.
“Do you believe it might be Dark Magic?” uncertainly, you shared your assumption once the road seemed deserted enough.
“Absolutely,” Snape affirmed grimly, furrowing deep in his thought. “To perform sorcery so strong and resistant, one should possess an extraordinary proficiency.”
“The Dark Lord?”
“Yes, I suppose.”
You fell silent for a moment pondering how to handle situation like this. Rumors about return of Him-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named were getting real. You didn’t expect it to happen so soon.
“What do we do now?” you questioned helplessly.
“Wait,” Snape stated firmly. “We can only wait.”
You’d never stop admiring this man, so strong, so powerful he was, and so brave. Resolute glance of black eyes with no shadow of fear demonstrated his readiness to face whatever was coming.
“Be careful, Severus…” you begged, realizing he put himself in danger trying to counteract evil charms. “He knows you’ve ruined his plans.”
Snape’s lips formed a gentle smile. An alien until recent time, yet so pleasant feeling took over him erasing disturbing apprehensions – the way his heart responded your little grain of care made him forget about all of his troubles for a split second.
“I’ll be fine,” he reassured quietly.
Dealing with the Dark Lord wasn’t new for him. What bothered Snape more – how the things would unfold; he had to foresee every possible scenario beforehand to be able to protect the school, Potter – damn his guts! – and… you... He wouldn’t let a hair fall from your head, even if it costed him life.
Unwilling to return into the castle, you dragged your feet after Severus, wishing you could stay outside – with him – a little longer.
“Do we need to go straight back?” you gave Snape a pleading look which he couldn’t resist.
“I was actually going to have a word with Headmaster,” he admitted, and this was enough for you to get the hint.
“Oh, sure,” you apologized scolding yourself for being too importunate. “Never mind. Of course, the matter is pressing…”
“But!” Snape had to slightly raise his voice to stop your mindflow and continued in his usual measured tone once he had your attention. “But he must be celebrating the victory at the moment, so – I guess – we could take some air.”
You beamed happily in response to his sly smirk.
“However,” Snape portrayed a pointedly serious expression, “I’m afraid we can’t go further until you’re freezing up.” Indeed, it was getting colder each day and – despite your red cheeks and ears – you refused to take a notice – whatever the weather outside, inwardly you’ve always felt warm and sunny when you had this man beside.
Before you could utter a word, Snape pulled his scarf off just to carefully wrap it around your neck. The fabric still carried his warmth sufficient to melt your heart. Smiling gratefully, with all sincerity, you grabbed long ends and rose them to your face snuggling into the softness of woolen textile. A slight scent of potion fumes stuck in knitted loops reached your nostrils – enthralling, intoxicating. You closed your eyes for a moment enjoying the pleasure of a new wondrous sensation. Although he surely could use a simple warming charm, a gesture he chose instead played so touching and emotionally rewarding.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
“Just don’t tell anyone. I have reputation, you know,” he said sternly and you giggled.
“I’m not going to share your scarf with someone else! It’s too soft and cozy.”
A small smile emerged in the corner of Snape’s mouth.
“You may keep it.”
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lyndibs · 3 years
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OTP/Shipping positivity post! 💖
It’s been such a late night that the sun is starting to rise, and your OTP(s) are starving. Where do they hit up for breakfast?
Hmm good question and which of my many OTP's do I choose for this question? Lol I will go with Birkinfield as I've been really into them again lately.
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After a long night full of reading files, searching for answers they needed for a mission they were currently working on, Chris finally looks at his watch, it was already hitting 6AM and they both hadn't had dinner.
Sherry's stomach growls and it's very audible. Her face slightly reddens in embarrassment. Yet she didn't dare look over at her partner afterward.
Chris puts down the document he has in his hands and looks over at her, the young woman that he's grown so close to, the woman he has fallen in love with. A smile grows on his face as he can tell her embarrassment as plain as day.
'She's so cute.'
"I don't think there is anything left to read here. But either way, we both needed a break and I don't know about you. But I'm starving." Chris said with a smile.
A smile he finds himself wearing a lot more because of the blonde across the table from him. Sherry looked up from the document she was half way through, already knowing Chris was right and that the documents were pretty worthless and gently chucked hers on top of the pile of other files she had already when through.
"You're right." She replied as she started to stretch in her seat.
"Where were you thinking?"
"Not sure. It's early... So not many places will be open yet. But I will let you choose." He said as he stood up, feeling the great need to stand after hours of sitting.
"Hmm.... Oh! iHop!" Sherry replied and turned her spinning chair toward him with a big smile on her face. The image of chocolate chip waffles filled her mind.
The complete look of happiness written on her face when straight to his heart. He would deny it, but a redness very lightly grazed his cheeks. If it would keep her smiling like that, he would take her anywhere she wanted to go.
"It's a date." He replied.
He started collecting his belongings. Afterward he looked back up at his partner who was just staring at him, her face clearly red. He wasn't sure why, until it dawned on him that he just called their plans a date. He resisted the strong urge to smack himself over his choice of words. He didn't know if he should correct himself or just let it go. Her reaction was very intriguing to him though. She didn't seem to be weirded out by the idea of them going on a date. Did he dare allow himself to think maybe she felt the same as he did?
"Sherry?"
'He said date! Calm down! He probably didn't mean it the way you wanted him too....'
She shook her head, snapping herself out of her thoughts, realizing she was basically gawking at the man like a school girl.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" She quickly replied and hurriedly began collecting her stuff as well.
"Are you alright?"
"Oh yeah! Of course." she grabbed her phone. "I am all ready if you are."
Looking back up, Chris was no longer standing across from her. Instead Chris had walked over to her side of the table and now stood beside her, rather closely. Due to their height difference, she had to look up to see his face.
Chris reached his hand out toward her shoulder, gently grasping it.
"Are you sure everything is all right?" He asked one more time, trying and hoping to get a better understanding on her reactions.
"Yes I am sur-" Sherry wasn't even able to finish her sentence when she took notice of the intense look in Chris's eyes. A gaze that made Sherry feel all warm and tingly.
Their eyes met and locked in on each one another, it got very quite in the office, besides Sherry's rapidly beating heart, that was hammering against her chest. She hoped he couldn't hear it.
Chris's gaze went down to her lips, he hadn't meant to look, but his feelings for her were getting harder and harder to push down and hide. He wanted so badly to kiss her. Without even realizing he was doing it, his hand went from her shoulder to her soft cheek, ever so gently cupping it; his face began inching closer to hers. Sherry barely moved or breathed, worried that any movement she did would stop him from what he was doing. Their lips were so close to claiming each other that they could feel one another's breath upon their lips.
Before their lips could touch, Chris's phone began to ringing, filling the once deafening silence. The abrupt sound making them both jump back.
Disappointment ran through them both as Chris forced himself to remove his hand from her cheek and to back away from her, from the insanely intimate moment they had been having. They stood there for a few seconds looking at one another before Sherry broke the silence between.
"You should take that.... I'll wait for you outside."
"Sherry...."
"It could be important." She said and gave a understanding smile to him.
Upset that the moment they had shared ended, Chris reluctantly took the work call as Sherry made her way out the office double doors.
Moments later,
Chris made his way out front, opening the automatic doors to the outside. The night sky was slowly becoming bright as the sun started making it's appearance.
It was summer and the weather felt just right at this time of day. It was one of the only good reasons to be awake at this time in the morning.
Chris eyes landed on Sherry, whom was sitting on one of the mental benches, looking lost in thought. Maybe their was two good reasons to be awake.
As he got closer to her, their eyes meet again that night. Neither one of them knew if they should bring up the intense moment they shared only minutes ago or to act casual and go from there.
As much as she wanted to talk about what happened between them and what almost happened back there, she decided maybe for now she should go for acting casual.
"Anything urgent?" She asked genuinely concerned considering their line of work, him being a BSAA captain and her being a DSO agent. Their jobs were tough, but worth it.
"Not really. They were checking up on our research process." He replied with a touch of noticeable disappointment in his
Disappointment that was weighing heavily on Chris's mind, over two very different things. Being unable to find anything worth something in those files and missing out on the chance of kissing the gorgeous, kind and caring woman sitting in from of him.
"I gotcha. Don't worry Chris, we will figure it out together." Sherry said, mainly referring to their mission. Although as soon as the words left her lips, she knew it had also sounded like she could be suggesting they could figure out what was clearly happening between them. She choose to leave what said alone, because she did in fact want desperately to future that out as well.
The corner of Chris's month perked upward. Sherry always seemed to know just what to say to make him feel hopeful.
"Aye, aye Ma'am."
He extended his hand out to her,
"Are you ready to go?"
Sherry instantly took hold of his hand, "Absolutely!" She happily replied with a bright cheerful smile plastered on her face.
Their hands didn't let go as they made their way to Chris's hummer. He opened the passenger side door for her like the gentlemen he was and then made his way around the hummer to join her.
Wordlessly, their hands found one another again, fingers entwining this time.
When the time was just right, Chris would tell Sherry how he truly felt about her. After the start of this wonderful morning, he had a feeling it would be sooner than later that he would confess. But for now, he would have to settle for taking her out for breakfast.
If he were to be perfectly honest, he was content with that. Because when he was with her, everything felt whole and right.
And off they were to iHop, with a new found hope in their hearts for a potential romance in their future.
That future was just beyond the horizon
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Thank you for the ask! I really never expected one! So I went out for it and made a short one shot! 💓💓💓💓
EDITED: I wanted to make it better. I feel better about it now. Lol
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bartonbones · 4 years
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@catefrankie tagged me in a top 5 otps ask meme thing and it is both a) the first ask meme thing i’ve been tagged in in aprox.....800 months and also the WORST ask meme to tag me in so now enjoy me wracking my brain and old fanfiction accounts to try and remember who if anyone i have ever shipped: 
jyn/cassian for “she dominitad his thinking nonetheless; neither pity nor pragmatism explained it.” 
chidi/eleanor for “find chidi.”
elizabeth swan/will turner for “keep a weather eye on the horizon.”
dawsey/juliet for “would you like to marry me? i’m in love with you, so i thought i’d ask.” 
this is four but i am literally struggling to think of any more so you’re going to have to forgive me, deeply i am only going to tag one person in this @mykingdomforapen because i want her to suffer like i did, 
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belacquaparry · 5 years
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23For23 ⟶ Day 18: The OTPTM - Will Turner & Elizabeth Swann
Keep A Weather Eye On The Horizon.
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daeneryssansa · 2 years
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