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seriouslyhooked · 4 years

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Feels Like This (Part 1)

Emma Swan is a once lost girl who is now making good. She has made a way in the world for her and her young son, Henry, and after years of hard work, Emma is in her last stretch of schooling for the career she’s always wanted. Unexpectedly, she finds herself in a tiny nation no one’s ever heard of for her last year of study. She knows nothing about the place except that it’s beautiful, has a world-renowned child life program, and is filled with possibility. Meanwhile, Prince Killian is hardly happy with the title he received at birth. As the second in line for the crown, Killian has long tried shaking his royal duties. He built a career in the royal navy, and has stayed out of the limelight, but his ship has been called to port indefinitely at the request of his brother, the King. Fate (in her many forms) brings Emma and Killian together and the resulting fic is a cute, fluffy, trope filled romp featuring heart felt moments, a healthy dose of insta-love and an assured happily ever after. Story rated M and will have 12 parts. Available on FF Here and AO3 Here.

A/N: Hey everyone! So months back I hinted that I was working on a few new AUs. I have been wanting to write this fic since the moment it popped into my head, but I held back, knowing I had two other great stories that deserved their happy ending and a proper send off. Now though both of my other fics are done, we are on to one of our first new fics. To all of you that have begged for another CS AU where someone is a prince or princess… this is for you, and for me. I can’t tell you how excited I am to be writing this. I have missed this kind of world since I finished When Love Reigns, and this time the script is flipped – it’s Killian who is royalty. This first chapter though, is building a bit of our back story. It’s from Emma’s POV and it puts us on the path to change. So without any more delay, I hope you guys enjoy the story and thanks so much for reading!

“Goooood Morning, New York! It’s that time again – WAKE UP CALL!”

The sound of sirens and clanging that blasted through the clock radio next to her bed echoed through the once silent room, slamming into Emma with a force that gave her no choice but to wake.

“Crap!” Emma screeched as she jolted from the bed, woken from an incredibly sound sleep. On instinct her body moved quickly, trying to jump from bed like she would when Henry was little and called to her in the night, but she wasn’t totally coordinated yet. Instead of landing on her feet, she tumbled, hitting the ground hard and letting out a groan. “Double crap!”

A knock sounded at the door and two seconds later her son’s voice filtered through. “Mom, did you fall out of bed again?”

“No comment,” Emma replied, checking herself for major injuries. Thankfully she would be fine, but this was not a good look.

It’s temporary, she said to herself as she stood up and stretched, willing her limbs to let go of the tension and the achiness that a fall like that would cause. The semester is nearly over. I’ve only got one summer class. One not three. One not three.

She chanted the mantra that had gotten her through this spring over and over in her mind as she went through her morning routine. It was a rushed, frantic situation, as it normally was on weekdays, but somehow, just like always, things came together in the end. She was showered and ready, dressed for her admin job in the financial district. Henry was also totally geared up for school, proving once again how self-sufficient he was. Having a son with as much maturity as Henry was a blessing on mornings like this one where she was dead on her feet from studying all night and still had to be up bright and early for the office. He was eight going on thirty-eight. Honestly most days it felt like Henry had it more together than she did, but as she walked into the kitchen to press a kiss on the crown of his head and he smiled genuinely at her, Emma couldn’t seem to care. She might not be perfect at being a Mom, but her kid was happy and well, and that was all that truly mattered.

“Someone seems chipper this morning. Did you sneak those powdered donuts I hid or something?” Emma asked as she made herself and Henry some sliced fruit. Henry, meanwhile, measured out their cereal, liking to be a part of their prep process as much as he could. He handled things with the ginger care and attention of someone trying their best, focused on the task with so much purpose and precision.

“No, I didn’t, honestly Mom, I promise.”

Emma stifled a laugh at how adamant he was. She knew the truth: her son was too good for stealing, even just a few treats. It was amazing how much of a moral compass he had. Sometimes she wondered if it was too much for a boy his age. He should be getting into a little trouble, causing mischief, doing… something, anything that wasn’t picture perfect. But Henry wasn’t like that. He preferred stories to anything else, and the look on his face told Emma that a story was exactly what had him so animated this morning.

“Well if it’s not a sugar high then it must be a good book. What’s on tap for today?”

Listening to her little boy talk about his newfound tale made Emma so happy, because his own enthusiasm was infectious. Reading had always come easy to Henry, and he was on pace for the level of a sixth grader though he was only in 3rd. It was amazing to behold, but also a little overwhelming. Emma herself had never had that yearning to read, probably because the only books in the group homes she grew up in were ripped up and torn to shreds. By the time she was old enough to go to school and use the libraries they had, Emma was jaded. Thankfully she’d been quick to learn and always got by, but by high school she’d skipped town, never to look back.

A few years later she was barely surviving day to day and her heart decided it would be a good time to give the whole love thing a chance. She met a man who claimed he loved her, but, in the end he was nothing but a tough lesson made flesh. Neal taught Emma that it wasn’t enough to love someone. You had to love someone good, someone kind, and someone who loved you enough to care for you and fight for you too. Instead of meeting that marker, Neal stole a bunch of shit, tried to let her take the fall, and, to add insult to injury, skipped town and never looked back. Nothing ended up coming from the charges made against her – the judge threw the case out when he heard about her background, only asking that she commit to a hundred hours of volunteering, and in the meantime the only good thing Neal ever gave her was her son. But, despite her rocky beginnings, and thanks to a little luck and more than a couple of miracles, here they were. Nearly ten years had gone by since she’d seen Neal and Emma and Henry were good. They had each other, now and always, and though their family was small, and at times Emma wondered what it would be like to fall in love again, she didn’t want to rock the boat or jeopardize all the good she and Henry were lucky enough to have.

“Mom, did you hear me?” Henry asked and Emma’s mind shifted back into her room instead of where it had been, skipping down memory lane.

“Sorry, kid. Coffee hasn’t hit yet,” she said with a shrug. “What did you say?”

“I said I’m almost done with my final project for Ms. Harlow’s class.”

“Almost done? But you’ve still got another month of school.”

“I know, but it’s just reading and writing. My favorites.”

Emma listened in on his update about his project, and it didn’t surprise her to hear Henry was ahead of his class. This had been happening since he entered kindergarten. Every year the teachers set objectives and every year Henry met each one, most of them pretty early. It was a great thing in one respect, because it meant Emma didn’t have to worry about him. Henry was brilliant and gifted and would clearly go far in life, but it did make Emma wonder: was she doing enough for his son? More than once she’d been told that a private school might suit him better and might challenge him more. But she simply didn’t have the money. Hell, she’d worked overtime for years just to get them in this tiny apartment in this district which was one of the nicer ones in the city.

Henry continued to tell her all about school as they left the apartment and headed out, and their whole commute in was filled with his updates about the things he’d learned and still wanted to know. Emma noted that there were very few stories involving other kids and she knew that was probably because Henry didn’t have an enormous amount of friends. Oh the other kids liked him, of course, who wouldn’t love her son who only had nice things to say and a friendly smile to offer? But he wasn’t tied to any of them closely. Instead he preferred the company of books, and of Emma and their favorite friendly neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Hubbard.

“All right Henry, so you know the plan, right? Today’s Wednesday which means…”

“School, then library club, then Mrs. H will pick me up and watch me until you get out of class. I wonder what she’ll make for dinner. I hope it’s spaghetti.”

Emma agreed, knowing that her neighbor’s spaghetti was legendary. Mrs. Hubbard had years of practice, cooking for her own family over the course of many years, but her kids were all grown now and it was just her and her husband living in the city. Her husband, though well past retirement age, loved his job down at the docks, and still went in for a few hours every evening to manage the shift change from day shift to night. Mrs. H, meanwhile, was desperate for the chance to mother people again, and she did so often with Emma and Henry. At first Emma tried to protest, but it all fell on deaf ears. Not only did this wonderful woman help care for Henry, she was always helping with the cooking and the cleaning. She was also pretty much a built-in therapist for Emma, and every time she met a challenge in her parenting she couldn’t face, Emma called Mrs. H. That woman was the closest thing she and Henry had to family, and Emma knew Mrs. H felt just as strongly for them in return.

“Whatever it is we’re going to love it and we’re going to thank Mrs. H so much for her help, right?”

“Of course,” Henry said with a nod. They’d finally arrived at his school building and now was the time to say goodbye. Last year parent drop off was in the class room, but this year they moved the kids to drop off at the door. Most kids took that as a sign to stop hugging their parents when leaving for the day, but not Henry. Instead he gave her a big hug which warmed her through and made her feel so blessed and reassured. Henry was truly the sweetest, and when he finally let go and ran into the building Emma let out a sigh, thinking to herself how damn lucky she was to have Henry as her son.

Her day from there was just about as crazy as she expected. The time she had to get from Henry’s school to work was minimal, but she managed to slip into the office just under the radar. For eight straight hours she was moving, and she barely had time to devour the sandwich she’d packed for the day while running to and from errands that the office staff needed help with. She couldn’t take lunch though, not when she had to leave early to run ten blocks to class this afternoon. Again, her ability to get there was nearly undermined, this time by a broken subway car that caused more congestion than ever on the street as people tried to walk instead. But in just the nick of time, Emma made her way through the wrought iron gates of her university, and was in her assigned chair in the Mills Center Auditorium, listening attentively to the lecture her favorite professor had lined up today.

Since having Henry, Emma had needed to work and pay bills and figure things out. At first she tried to do that with just her GED, but soon it became clear that she needed to go back to school. Thank god there had been online classes, and she’d managed to find enough scholarships for ex-foster kids to get her an associates degree. When that was done she went to the state school in the city and started taking more classes and in four more years she had her bachelors. She was so proud of herself and so glad for the bump in pay that a simple degree had earned her, but somehow school had called her back again, this time for a masters degree in childhood development and social work. It was a very focused degree, without any ties to her current financial job, but it was the work her heart wanted to do. With her MS she would qualify for a number of jobs, all aimed at helping kids in the system, and again, thanks to some hard fought for scholarships, she was managing it all at virtually no cost but time.

The two-hour seminar she sat in today was engaging and interesting, honing in on a case study of one particular city – Sacramento. Their public programming was a beacon for the American model and through partnerships of government, schools, companies, and community activists there was a significantly lower rate of teenage runaways and kids who graduated from the system with ‘bad outcomes.’ Emma noted all the policy choice that were implemented to help these kids and she applauded the effort of these experts, but she knew there were still more things that could be done. She took just as many notes on the lecture as she did her own ideas, and by the end of class, her pages were full and her mind was equipped with a few more answers and a lot more questions.

When their time was up, the rest of her cohort dispersed. They were younger than Emma and most of them were friendly with each other. They always were nice to Emma too, saying hi and asking about Henry, but Emma didn’t linger long after class. She had to get home to her son, and to get back to working on all the things she had to face tomorrow.

“Emma, would you mind coming with me to my office? I have something to give you. It’ll just take a moment.”

“Sure, Professor Hopper,” Emma agreed, not thinking much of it. ‘Doc’ Hopper was a great lecturer and a helpful teacher and there’d been many times when he gave her a book or some other sources for her work. She assumed that was what was happening today, but when he asked her to take a seat as he moved around his desk Emma started to get worried.

“I’m sorry, professor. Is something wrong?”

“Not at all, Emma. In fact, quite the opposite. The department has selected the JR Foundation Fellowship recipient this year.”

“Oh?” she asked, wondering which of the people in her class was getting the chance to travel abroad and learn from some of the best minds in childhood development and psychology. She thought maybe Ayana or Jade might be good choices. They were both bright and determined. Matthew was a wild card. But she imagined he must be up for consideration given his often out of the box ideas.

“It’s you, Emma. You’re our chosen fellow.”

“Me?”

Emma whispered out the clarifying question, not understanding what Doc Hopper was getting at. The connection to the JR Foundation Fellowship was one of the biggest selling points of this program. Students from across the world came here just to be considered for it and to say she was not lobbying for the possibility would be an understatement. Most of the time she felt she was barely scraping by. Everyone else in her program was younger than her, none of them had children, and those who had a job worked part time or entirely for the school. Emma was always on the fringes of her cohort, but all the late nights studying and reading had paid off. She learned a lot and did well when it came to grades. Still, she never imagined this would happen, and for a fleeting moment she felt pure excitement.

You can’t go, her inner voice said suddenly. You’ve got Henry to think about. How would you afford it? You could never take him out of school. You can’t move him halfway across the world just to nickel and dime things. We’ve had enough ramen to last a lifetime.

The reasons why this would never work mounted internally as Emma cleared her throat and fidgeted in her chair. She was about to turn down the most prestigious offer anyone at her level could receive and the pain of that was sharp. To know she’d earned this but that it wasn’t meant to be hurt her, but she would not allow herself to linger in the sadness. Nothing had changed from this morning – she was still a very lucky woman, with a roof over her head, food on her table, and an incredible son who filled her life more than any stop in her career ever could.

“Professor Hopper, I’m truly flattered to be chosen. But -,”

“Wait, Emma, before you turn this down, please know that the faculty is aware of your unique circumstances and we’ve made some adjustments to the fellowship terms. It’s all spelled out here,” he said, handing her a folder with papers and admission offers.

Emma opened it up, and within the bolded headlines of the first page there were all sorts of add ons. A housing grant that would cover her and Henry for more than six months, additional ‘cost of living’ scholarships, and more. Tears formed in her eyes at she looked at the stipend she would receive if she accepted this appointment. It was more than she made at city hall, and she knew already that her good standing with the city would allow for her to take this opportunity if she chose to. She could request up to a year of leave where they’d hold her job if she gave enough notice, and she had just enough time to do so. Still there was one concern – what about Henry? What about his life? Would it be right to spring something like this on him? They had only a month before the fellowship was set to start. She couldn’t do that… could she?

“I realize that you’ll need time to consider, Emma, but as you can imagine time is rather limited. I can wait a few days, but we’ll need to know by the end of the week if you accept.” Professor Hopper looked at her with a transparent sense of honesty and empathy. It was always clear why this man studied child psychology and counseling. He was quiet and patient but adamant in wanting to help. But when he looked at her like this, Emma remembered her own childhood and how little there had been by ways of help and guidance. “For what it’s worth, Emma, I really hope you’ll take the appointment. In all my years at this school, I’ve never met a student so well suited to this job. Your experience is one thing, but it’s a gift unique to you. You have a way with these kids, Emma, and a fellowship like this can help you make the most of your degree come graduation. It opens all kinds of doors and you know what that can mean.”

“Helping so many more kids,” Emma admitted aloud, and that was ultimately what she wanted more than anything. Yes, providing for her son was the most important thing, but there were so many more children out there who didn’t have nearly enough. Without family or money or hope, the world was a sad and scary place and Emma wanted to fend off some of that fear for as many kids as she could. Doctor Hopper’s point was undeniable, and people who had previously taken this fellowship had gone on to do so much, like launch successful non-profits and run whole government departments for children in need. It was a chance to learn, to grow, and to meet people who knew how to make things happen, and Emma was enticed by that, so much more than she should be.

“Take some time, Emma. Mull I over, talk to your son, and if it’s right, it’s right. You know you’ll always have my full support either way.”

Emma thanked Professor Hopper and collected her things, heading out of his office and away from school. It was a short commute back home, but riding the subway at this time of day meant being a part of the last big rush of people. She was squished into the train car, but she didn’t think much of it. Instead she read over the more than generous offer of the package the school was giving her. Usually the fellowship was generous, with the chance to go to Montenaro (a tiny European country she’d never once heard of outside of this) and a small stipend to live on with placement in student housing. For Emma, however, other arrangements had been made, including a small house that was still at least triple the size of where her and Henry lived now. The stipend was also larger (to cover the cost of any needed ‘childcare expenses’) and Doctor Hopper had written a note – he had a good friend who had a connection to a private elementary school near the University of Montenarro. There was a spot for Henry available for the fall semester, which was still a few months out, and a space for him at the University’s summer camp. Emma actually cried at how kind this offer was and how much time it must have taken and how many favors must have been called in. People had moved mountains for her and in the process they’d pulled down so many of the blockades that might keep her from saying yes.

Her heart began to believe that this might actually be possible. The timing was actually kind of perfect – her term would start in six weeks, in the middle of June and her lease on the apartment was set to end at the end of that month. She was planning to renew, but it didn’t make sense to keep the place for six months while they were away. That was money she could save for a rainy day, and when all of this was over she’d be done with her degree early and would be looking for a job anyway. Maybe they weren’t strictly bound to New York. They could end up anywhere. The possibilities seemed endless. Still, as she made her way back to her apartment Emma tried to get herself in check and school her features. The last thing she wanted was to get her hopes up. This would come down to what was best for Henry, and she’d never want to pressure her son into doing something for her that he didn’t really want. But at the same time it was such a great opportunity. The money, the living arrangement, and the work experience. It all seemed so perfect.

“Anybody home?” She asked, as she opened the door to her place and walked in, dropping her coat and taking off her shoes in the front walk as she headed to the kitchen.

“Hi Mom!” Henry said, barreling into her with another big hug and a huge smile on his face. “I missed you today.”

“I missed you too, kid,” she said, ruffling up his hair. “Hey Mrs. H. Something sure smells good.”

“It’s spaghetti Bolognese, and it’s very near ready. How was class, dear?”

“Great. Actually about that, I got some news today.”

“Big news?” Henry asked excitedly and Emma shook her head and smiled.

“Huge news. You know that fellowship I told you about? The one in Europe?”

“I remember. It’s in that tiny little country on the coast. What was it? Monta… Monta…”

“Montenarro,” she filled in and the light in Henry’s eyes burned bright with recognition.

“Oh right – you know their national fruit is called a montacari? It’s like if you mixed a strawberry, blackberry, and a raspberry. They only grow in mild mountain climates and before the berries grow the plants make flowers that are pink and red and white. Every August they have a festival there to celebrate the harvest.”

“How do you know that?” Emma asked, amazed at her son’s seemingly endless memory and then she filled in at the same time Henry did. “Let me guess: you read about it?“

“I read about it,” Henry echoed and they laughed. “So who won the spot?”

“I did,” Emma announced and for a beat there was complete silence. She watched as her son took in the news and then he was moving, jumping up and down and hugging her all over again.

“You did it, Mom! You did it! You did it! I knew you could do it!”

“You thought I’d win?” Emma asked and Henry nodded fiercely.

“Absolutely! You’re the best, Mom, everyone knows that!”

Emma laughed as she looked over to Mrs. H who had a huge smile on her face. “Congratulations, honey. But I think I must have missed something. What exactly is this fellowship?”

Emma explained the circumstances surrounding the placement. It was a six-month appointment, for two terms – summer and fall - and in that time the recipient worked for the J.R. Foundation. J.R. was an international charity with an impeccable reputation focused on helping vulnerable youth populations around the globe. They worked on literacy outreach, education initiatives, disaster relief and more, but this fellowship appointee would work with the counseling division, focusing on children’s health, wellness, and mental resilience strategies. That six months of work counted as her two semesters of full time interning which she needed to graduate, and for Emma, it would mean cutting down her time to graduation significantly. At the end of this six months, if she added in an online class or two, she’d be ready to graduate, finishing up eighteen months earlier than she previously expected.

Halfway through her explanation, Emma watched Henry leave and head to his room. She heard a lot of movement inside and she frowned, worried about what he was up to. “Henry? Everything all right?”

“Are you kidding? Everything’s awesome! We’re moving to Montanarro and I’ve got to get packing!”

“Henry, wait,” she said and her son popped his head out before she motioned for him to come closer. “We still have to talk about this. This is a really big change. It would mean you miss the last few weeks of school here, and that next fall you’re not with your friends here. We wouldn’t be back until just before Christmas. Are you sure you like that idea? I won’t be mad if you want to stay here. This is our home.”

“Home is where we are together, Mom. You know that,” Henry said, reciting a line she’d said over and over again to him, especially back when times were tougher and they really struggled to get by. His assuredness made her throat tighten. Again she was on the verge of tears but she fought them off. “Besides – every hero has a special journey, Mom, and their special journey usually starts with a new place. Think of the adventure we can have together. It’s gonna be awesome!”

“Henry it might not be that easy. Moving can be hard sometimes. Things will be different there. I know they speak English, but there’s other languages and customs too. It might not be the easiest adjustment.”

“I can do different!” Henry replied eagerly with a smile. “I’m great with different. Different is my middle name.”

“Henry, you don’t have a middle name,” Emma teased and he shrugged.

“Well now I do, and it’s Different. So can we go, Mom. Please? I promise I’ll be so so good.”

“You’re always good, kid.” Emma said softly, running her fingers through the hair that was shadowing his brow. “Are you sure, Henry? It’s a really big step.”

“Can’t you feel it, Mom? Don’t think with your head. Use your heart, like you taught me.” Emma was quiet for a moment as she took in her young son’s sage advice. “You feel it too, I know you do. This is right for us. It’s our path.”

“Why don’t I sleep on it, okay, kid? In the meantime you go wash up for dinner all right?”

Henry seemed to accept this non-answer, though he muttered under his breath about always having to wait for adventure. Emma smiled despite herself and then looked to Mrs. H who was watching her closely.

“So what do you think? I know we’d be leaving you and Mr. H in a bind. You weren’t expecting to have to look for new tenants and -,”

Mrs. H interrupted Emma by taking her hand in hers and silently commanding her attention. Emma looked up and listened carefully. “Honey, you don’t worry about that at all, you hear me? My Horace and I are golden. We don’t need to rent this place out, but we took one look at you and Henry and we knew you were going to be like family. And you know what family does, Emma? They support each other always. This fellowship sounds like everything you’ve wanted. You can make a difference and you and that darling boy of yours can see the world a little. In the meantime we’ll keep this place here for you. No one else is renting it and you don’t need to worry about paying anything at all. The payment has been getting to know you two these last few years. That’s better than anything money can buy.”

“Are you sure?” Emma asked, half wondering about her generosity but also asking if she should go at all. She was excited, to be sure, but she was also terrified. What if she failed? What if something happened? What if –

“I am, Emma. And deep down you are too. Henry was right, this is an adventure, one you should meet and embrace every step of the way.”

Emma appreciated the counsel and though Henry came barreling back in soon and the conversation shifted, Emma had all evening to think about the choice in front of her. She grappled with her options – to take the safe path and pass up on a once in a lifetime opportunity, or to take a little risk and have a taste of adventure and fulfillment with her son in a brand new place. By the end of the night, as she was drifting off to bed, Emma knew she had her answer: this was going to happen. She was going to take this step and take a chance, and somehow, despite her less than stellar origins, she trusted it would all work exactly the way that it should.

Little did she know how true that was, and just how much purpose and hope she would find in a tiny country halfway around the world.

Post-Note: So there we have it. Just in case anyone is curious about the title, I actually got a creative burst in conceiving of this AU plot line when I heard the song ‘Feels Like This’ by Maisie Peters. If you haven’t heard it before, you should definitely listen, as it’s a lovely one with all kinds of feels. Anyway, I know that this chapter was all from Emma’s POV, but as you might have guessed, next chapter we will see Killian and where he is at when we begin this story. I’m so excited for this AU and to build this dynamic and I am hoping to share the second chapter with you all next weekend. In the meantime, I would love to hear what you all think, what you might like to see in this fic, and what your general thoughts on this kind of AU are. As always I appreciate you all so much, I hope that you’ve enjoyed, and I wish you all well and happy! Thanks again!

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I’m Not Her- Ch 7 Final

I’m Not Her- Bucky Barnes x Reader. Bucky can’t stop a girl getting killed in a robbery gone wrong, but what happens when he sees her all over the place.

Previous Chapter / Master List

Warnings: Language

Chapter 7

Pages crinkled as you gripped the little notebook that held your sisters words. A chanting mantra of ‘you can do this, you can do this’ sounded through your head as you stood in front of Bucky’s door. You barely had lifted your arm to knock when the door swung open wide.

He looked the same as the last time you saw him. The dark circles under his eyes might have been a little deeper but he still took your breath away. For some reason, after your call with Steve, you expected him to be a little worse off. Unkempt and wearing stained sweatpants, he deserved to feel miserable, but the nagging voice in the back of your head told you that wasn’t really true and you were happy he looked ok.

“I heard you standing out here.” As way of explanation, his voice a little more gravelly than last you heard it.

“Can I come in?”

He seemed surprised but nodded all the same. You step around him and head to the couch to sit.

“I found some things.” You start as he takes up the spot beside you, still leaving enough room that someone could have sat in between. “I went through the storage unit that had my sister’s items. You know I had been needing to clean it out for a while and I finally did it.” He nodded again, the corner of his lip twitched a little. “That’s when I came across this. She had kept diaries I didn’t know about and this one in particular…” You swallow down the lump forming and hold the notebook out to him. “This one is about you. I marked the page where it starts.”

His brow furrows as he take the little book. “I hadn’t met her before, why was she writing about me?”

“Please just read it. I’ll wait.”

It was by no means a short section, but you didn’t want to leave him to face this alone. Even if he had hurt you tremendously he was still a good man. You watched as his face went from confusion, to surprise, to the click of understanding as he got to the end. You were wound up tight waiting on his reaction to what you just showed him.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he closed the little notebook carefully, hand running gently over the cover. “Why?” Was the only question he could think to ask. Why him? Why even tell him? Why was she so interested?

“Steve saved her life. She learned all she could about him and his life, which brought her to you.” You held your breath a little before it came rushing out, along with your words. “We had more in common that I thought. Seems we were both in love with you.”

His head jerked up to look at you, but your eyes were still on the notebook sitting in his lap. “Were…” He breaths, handing over the delicate item.

“Just thought you should know.” You tell him, ignoring the one word that shatters your heart all over again. “You can stop wondering why now. It really was her choice. No one could have stopped her in that moment, and I understand how she felt.” You sigh and stand up, still not looking at him. “Have a good life Buck. I truly hope you can find someone that can be what you need.”

You only make it a step before his hand shoots out to grab you by the forearm. His grip gentle and loose, you look down at his hand on your skin. “Wait, please doll. Just…” Your eyes travel from his hand, up his arm, until you are finally looking at him. The pain in his eyes is worse than the first day you met him and it has you rooted to the spot. “It just can’t end like this.” His voice broken as he looks into your eyes for the first time in almost a month. He’s played the good little soldier, for Steve. Pretended to be alright, gone back to his routine before he met you, but he doesn’t want to live the lie anymore. You’re here, in his apartment and he doesn’t want to lose you again.

Turning to face him, he drops his hand away. “Then give me an explanation. Something to justify why you broke my heart.” You stand there and watch as his face collapses, not having anything to say for himself. “Goodbye, Bucky.”

“I don’t know ok?!” He stands and practically shouts at you. “I’ve racked my brain over and over again, but I was just thinking about you and how perfect you were. How beautiful and how I got so damn lucky to find you. That you would even agree to be mine. But it wasn’t lucky for you, was it?. It cost you your fucking sister and I should still go to hell for that, because all I felt was fucking grateful that it wasn’t you. For once I wasn’t guilty that she had died, I was god damn happy because it meant I had you!” Bucky fell to his knees, his hands on his head, nails scraping painfully in his hair as a broken whine is released from his chest. He hadn’t intended to admit he was happy she was dead, especially to you. He hadn’t even admitted it to himself until it all came spilling out of him. The thought of you walking out that door and never coming back, pulled the truth from his soul. He knew you would leave then. Knew you would never want him after what he just confessed. It took a moment to register the soft warmth surrounding him, and the even softer voice in his ear.

“Shhhh, it’s ok, it’s ok.” You whisper comfortingly. Your arms wrapped around him as you knelt on his level. Running your hands up to try and loosen his own, to keep him from hurting himself further. You gently pry back his fingers until you can intertwine your hands in his. He slumps forward, like the strings holding him up have been cut. Arms around your waist and head on your shoulder, you can feel his tears seep into the shirt you are wearing, but he doesn’t make a sound.

You hold him like that even after your knees and legs go numb, not pulling away until he’s ready to let you go, stroking his hair and back as he calms down.

Watching him break down has tears running down your cheeks as you try to keep your voice steady and comforting. This wasn’t how you thought this would go, and even now you’re struggling to figure out why you can’t let him go. Why you can’t walk out the door. Of course the answer was simple, you loved him and he was in pain because of you. Chewing over his words as you rubbed his back and head, murmuring soft words and phrases to him, sometimes even just a gentle hum. You feel some of the tension in his shoulders relax as you sit and hold him.

He starts to stir and shift and without thinking you brush your lips over his forehead as he pulls his head back to look at you. Both of you freeze as you realize what you’ve done. Eyes glancing back and forth, seeming to dare the other person to move. Your eyes flick quickly to his mouth and that’s all it takes to get him to pull you closer by the back of your neck. Lips crashing into yours like a man starved for affection.

You melt into him, needing this just as much as he does. Your head screaming at you that it’s a mistake and that it would never work out. The taste of his mouth as he deepens the kiss drowns out your thoughts, leaving you heady and light feeling. The warmth spreading through you, makes you feel like you’re glowing. You’re hands go from clinging on his shirt to under it, running them down his back, feeling his skin and the heat radiating off of it. He moans out at the contact, and you push in closer.

His arms go around and under your thighs, and without even breaking the kiss, he stands up taking you with him. The trip to the bed is quick and the soft mattress on your back feels good after being hunched over for so long on the hard floor. Once you’ve been deposited into the bed, the kisses become sweet and lazy. Taking his time savoring every moment and you can’t help but smile. He feels it and pulls back, finally releasing your lips.

Pulling his knees up to either side of your hips so he can support his weight on just his legs, his hands hold your face and he leans down to press your foreheads together. “I love you. Please, please believe I love you, so much.” He begs. Tears well in your eyes and he swipes them away with a brush of his thumbs. “I know you can’t forgive me for what I said the last time we were in this bed, or tonight, but please just let me hold you. Just let me love you for one more night, and I will let you go.”

“Do you truly mean that? Even if we just lay here and sleep? You would be able to let me go after, get back to a normal place?”

“Darlin’ I’ve never been in a normal place, but for you? For this? It would be enough. Please say yes.” The hope in his eyes started to shine through, that you could at least give him that.

The night swirled through your head. All the things he said and did. In your heart you knew that your mind had been made up when he collapsed in front of you and you followed him down. “Bucky…” your hands come up from your side and wrap around his neck, playing with the soft hair there. His eyes close savoring the feel of your hands on him. “I’m sorry, that’s not what I want or need.” He looks devastated and the rest of your words tumble out in a rush. “No baby, no that’s not what I meant.” You reach up to hold his face as he held you before. “I mean I can’t just do one night. I can’t do this anymore. I miss you. I don’t want you to not be in my life. I still love you.”

You thought the reaction would be immediate, but he just hovered above you, not making a move or a sound. It was honestly starting to worry you. “Baby? Are you ok?” He ignores your question with one of his own, barely a whisper. “You forgive me?” The awe in his voice makes it hard to breath, let alone speak, so you settle for a simple nod. The reaction you thought you would get before, comes now. His arms around you and lifting you into a sitting position so he can hold you to him. The grin he has lights his whole face up and you can’t help but to let out a bubbling sound of joy, seeing him look so happy.

Kisses are planted all over your face making you giggle and squirm away. “Thank you sweetheart, you won’t regret it.” He tells you when he finally relents. His hand at your back, holding you to him and the other combing your hair with his fingers. “I promise I will love you and take care of you the rest of your life, doll. Thank you for giving me a second chance and trusting me.” He’s so soft when he says it that you just have to believe him. Realistically you know that feelings can change, that people can grow apart and nothing can be guaranteed, but for right now, in this moment, it’s all you’ve ever wanted to hear.

I’m sorry this is up a day late, yesterday didn’t go as expected.

So that’s it for I’m Not Her. I know it’s an ambivalent ended and I might to an epilogue with a time jump but right now I don’t have any plans for it.

Thank you as always for going on this journey with me and hope all the pain was worth it.

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bab-ybird · 5 years

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Moon Like U

In which Choi Youngjae’s romantic feelings towards his best friend are exposed by his own song- and he deals with that by running away.

Good thing his best friend is good at running after him.

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Pairing: Youngjae x Reader

Genre: College!au, Best friend!Youngjae, best friends to lovers, fluff, fluff, and more fluff

Word Count: 3,583 words

[ ft. GOT7, TWICE, and DAY6 members + 15&’s Jimin ]

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You remember the day your neighbors moved in. At eight years old, you were coming home from school one day, stepping out of your mom’s car to see boxes littered on the porch of the house in front of you. Curiously, you watched as people rushed in and out of the front door, picking up boxes and heaving them inside.

That’s when a little boy walked out, looking all kinds of happy. He’d tried to lift one of the boxes, but ended up falling on his behind as they were too heavy for him. A woman you guessed was his mother laughed and ruffled his hair, then proceeded to let him help her carry the box inside- though it was obvious that the mom was doing all of the work.

The next day, you sat in your chair at school, doodling on a piece of scratch paper. Your homeroom teacher suddenly called for the attention of everyone in the room, making you look up to listen.

“Everybody, we have a new student today, and I expect you all to make him feel welcome.” She’d said. “This is Choi Youngjae.”

The boy you identified as your new neighbor, a timid yet bright looking person, stood beside her, looking nervously at the class. He offered a smile that you returned. Not that he saw it, of course.

“Why don’t you take a seat over there next to Y/N?”

You watched as Choi Youngjae walked to the unoccupied table on your left, hung his bag on the back of his chair, and settled in his seat. He turned his head to the right, met your curious eyes, and gave you a timid smile. You smile back.

And that’s how your neighbor, the new kid, became your seatmate for the rest of the year. And your best friend for the rest of your days.

Choi Youngjae quickly became a permanent fixture in your life. It was uncommon for either of you to be seen without the other, whether at home or at school. After learning of your friendship, your parents quickly became friends, his siblings befriended your siblings, and you had multiple family dinners together. Both of your parents welcomed the other kid like they were their own child. Soon enough, the Chois became your second family.

You and Youngjae ended up going to the same middle school and the same high school. With all the time you spent together, you knew each other like the back of your hands. He fit into your life so perfectly that you couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t in it.

It was just the two of you in middle school. You were both satisfied with your friendship that neither of you went looking for other friends. And as if the world sensed it as well, ‘new friends’ never came looking for either of you.

Come freshman year, you befriended a classmate of yours, who found out about your love for the kitchen and invited you to join the cooking club. Youngjae, on the other hand, had befriended a senior, Jaebeom, who introduced him to dance and music. Saying that Youngjae was a great dancer and an even better vocalist, he was invited to join their performance group, GOT7.

GOT7 was a family on their own. A family that Youngjae became a part of, finding himself new brothers. Being his best friend, you also became friends with the boys, but you were more of a cousin to them, rather than a sister. The supporter. The audience member who was present at all of their shows, always bringing bottles of water and homemade snacks to keep the boys hydrated and energized during practice, and the first person to listen to Youngjae’s original songs and covers.

Youngjae remained a proud member of GOT7 up to high school graduation, even carrying it up with him to college. With all the time he dedicated to the performance group, you began to notice changes in him.

His face and physique started maturing. He started appearing slimmer and more toned, his baby fat being shed away by the hours he spent dancing. His voice also improved a lot from the practice and coaching he received from Jaebeom. He learned to take better care of himself, which meant a brighter complexion and a healthier glow. Most importantly, he looked happy. He glowed of happiness.

At this thought, you couldn’t help but smile. As scared as you were of change, you happily welcomed this. You couldn’t help but think that Youngjae had grown into a man, and that he wasn’t the same little boy who had trouble lifting moving boxes years ago.

A few months after graduation was all the time you had to relax, and before you knew it, you were moving into an apartment near the university you were going to be attending. To nobody’s surprise, you and Youngjae were going to be attending the same university, and even got apartment units in the same building. With only one floor in between your units, you were still considered neighbors.

Despite the close proximity, you both found that it was going to be difficult to spend time with each other. Due to having different majors, it was rare for the both of you to have similar break times. Upon finalizing your class schedules, you realized that there were only a couple of days a week that you would have a common empty slot in your timetables.

One of these common empty slots was your Saturday nights. From 6:30 pm onwards, neither of you had any classes. At the beginning of your freshman year, the both of you agreed that Saturday nights were ‘best friend’ nights. From then on, you built your schedules around that one night, and it became an automatic response to refuse anything or anyone else that tried to occupy that night. Youngjae made sure that he never had practice or a shift at the radio station, while you made sure that none of the clubs you joined were meeting then. The offers you received to have Saturday dinners with your friends and club members were immediately rejected for walks in the park, movie marathons, and nights in with your best friend. It became a tradition, and neither of you had plans of breaking it.

These Saturday nights were when he took the opportunity to have you listen to whatever he managed to compose throughout the week or tell you stories about interesting things that happened in the past few days. Whatever he had to say, whatever he had to rant about, you were there for it. You found that you loved listening to him and making him laugh.

As much as you loved it when he talked to you about things, you couldn’t deny that he was an amazing listener as well. You could talk to him about anything and everything, and he never judged or criticized without reason. Even when you had a terrible day, he would sit and listen to whatever you had to say, letting you rant and get it out of your system before comforting you with his words of support.

You don’t remember when his sincerity started being so attractive to you, but it was. It was one of the many things you loved about him; that he genuinely cared. You saw it in the way he made sure you ate properly, in the way he was overprotective of you, and in the way he was always there to support you. All he had to do was give you one of his smiles and a hug, and instantly, you felt better. He made even the darkest days brighter without even having to try.

You don’t know when it started. At first, you doubted the whole ‘liking your best friend’ thing, but as time passed, your feelings started to grow stronger. It grew and continued on growing until Choi Youngjae was all you could think about.

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On the second Saturday of the November of your second year, after a particularly tiring class on organic chemistry, you’re ready to drop dead. Arriving at your apartment, you flop on the couch and dial Youngjae’s number, listening to a few rings before he picks up.

“Hello?”

“Youngjae~” You whine.

He lets out a chuckle. “What is it?”

“Let’s just stay in tonight. Can you bring dinner?” You ask, voice lazy.

“I was just thinking the same thing.” He says. “Pizza and garlic bread?”

The other GOT7 boys can be heard in the background as they overhear Youngjae’s words and start chanting for food. You let out a small chuckle. “You know me so well. Don’t take too long!”

“Yeah, I know.” He says. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes or so.”

“Thank you~” You chirp.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s no problem. See you!”

The line dies after that.

You end up falling asleep on the couch, only to be awakened by the sound of knuckles rapping on your apartment door. Your movements are sluggish as you drag yourself off of the couch to greet your best friend, your mood instantly brightening as your eyes take him in.

He’s dressed in the usual black and white hoodie that you always see him in, with his backpack on one shoulder. He sports black joggers, and a pair of black sneakers. On his head, he wears a black cap, and in his hands, a box of pizza and a bag of garlic bread.

Never in a million years had pizza delivery looked so attractive.

Despite Youngjae looking immensely attractive and cute, you maintain your composure and act normal; just as you had done every single time you guys saw each other.

Once the door is locked, the both of you fall into your ‘Saturday night dinner’ routine. While Youngjae sets down the food and starts unpacking it, you head into the kitchen and grab two glasses and a bottle of cola. Setting these on the table, you join your best friend and sit cross-legged on the floor, grabbing a slice of cheese pizza for yourself. Youngjae, already munching away on a slice of his own, uses his free hand to pour cola into both of your glasses. As he pours your drinks, you take your TV remote and aimlessly scroll through Netflix.

When you finish eating and cleaning up, you both relax for a while, finishing the movie then doing your own thing and naturally falling into conversation. You manage to convince Youngjae to join you in playing a game he isn’t particularly fond of. With the game console and controllers set up, you take the earphone he’s offering you, and listen to music on his phone while playing.

After leveling up your characters a couple of times, Youngjae pauses the game and excuses himself to use your bathroom, leaving you to wait for him while listening to his music.

You’re enjoying the current song, so you lean back into the couch and relax as you listen. Soon enough, the song comes to an end, and the next one starts.

“Y/N-ah. This is for you.”

Not thinking much of the dedication at first, you continue to listen, paying extra attention to the lyrics. After all, this is for you.

A couple of minutes in, and you’re overcome with a feeling that you can’t decipher.

It’s a love song. One about the different things about you that he adores, comparing you to a heavenly body, and how he falls for you over and over again.

You don’t know whether to feel ecstatic that he feels the same way towards you, or scared because it feels like a major breach of privacy. Not knowing what to do but not wanting to stop either, you patiently wait for Youngjae to finish his business so you can ask him about it.

The bathroom door opens and closes not too long after you realize what the song is about, and Youngjae plops down beside you, smelling of your peach hand soap. He puts his earphone back on, and when he realizes what song is playing, turns to look at you with an alarmed expression- only to find that you’re already watching him with gentle, confused eyes.

“Youngjae-“

He doesn’t even hear what you have to say because he grabs the earphone you have in your ear, quickly gathers his belongings, and runs out the door.

It happens too quickly for you to process anything, and by the time you run after him, he’s gone. You try checking his apartment and knock on his door repeatedly, but no one answers. Disappointed, you return to your apartment and plan to look for him the next day.

Except, you don’t find him.

For the next few days, you look everywhere he could possibly be, even asking at the radio station he works at if he had taken any shifts recently. His partner DJ, fourth year student Kang Younghyun, replies that yes, Youngjae had, and that in fact, his shift had ended just before you showed up.

You thank Younghyun and leave, frustrated that he even went so far as to change his extra-curricular schedule to avoid you.

A little over a week after that unfortunate night, you receive a call from Jackson, a member of their performance group.

“Hey Y/N! Want to join us at the bowling alley this Friday night? It’s the first time in a while that so many of us have been free at the same time, and even Nayeon, Mina, and Jimin are coming along.”

The sound of Jackson’s voice and the mention of your other girlfriends brings a smile to your lips, and you can practically feel his energy through the phone. Deciding that you miss everyone and deserve a break from school, you gladly accept. Jackson cheers, and is about to end the call, but you stop him at the last second.

“Wait!” You say hurriedly.

“Hmm?” he answers. “What is it?”

“Is Youngjae coming?” You bite your lip, suddenly feeling stupid for asking.

“Actually, no…he’s not.” The deflated tone in his voice gives you an image of Jackson frowning. “Didn’t you know? He told us he’s been really busy with homework and projects. He’s not free until winter break.”

It’s your turn to frown. He didn’t tell you that.

“Oh. Well, okay. See you on Friday!” You try to sound excited, but don’t seem too convincing. If Jackson notices anything, he doesn’t mention it as he ends the call.

Friday night comes faster than you thought it would, and you head to the bowling alley to meet up with your friends. The first people you see are Nayeon and Mina, who excitedly capture you in a tight group hug. Greeting everyone, you notice that the only people not present are Jeongyeon, Younghyun, Dowoon, Yugyeom, and Youngjae. Jackson greets you with an overwhelming amount of enthusiasm, and despite the heavy feeling in your chest that the absence of your best friend causes, you find yourself smiling happily for the rest of the night.

A few more weeks pass and you start feeling lonelier and emptier than you ever have. Despite knowing that Youngjae wouldn’t show, you still keep your Saturday nights free, hoping for him to come knocking on your door. For the sake of tradition, you do what you would normally do together, having solo movie marathons and taking walks in the park alone.

One fortunate Wednesday afternoon, your inorganic chemistry professor sends a message to the class beagle, informing everyone that there would be no class today as he has a family emergency to attend to. You walk out of that class feeling relieved, as you didn’t have time to do the reading, and the professor you had for that class was quite fond of graded recitation.

Walking leisurely along the quadrangle just outside your department building, you take your time and soak up the sun, thinking about everything that happened within the past few weeks. Unsurprisingly, most of your thoughts are occupied by Youngjae.

As if your thoughts summon him, you see your best friend descending the steps of the arts building, walking in the same direction you’re headed. For a split second, you don’t believe it. Then you remember that for the past few weeks, you’ve been hoping for at least a glimpse of your best friend- and here he is. You’d recognize that mop of brown hair anywhere.

You break out into a run, and when you get within hearing distance, you call out his name.

“Yah, Choi Youngjae!”

He looks over his shoulder and sees you running towards him. You slow down, expecting him to stop and wait for you to catch up, but he does the exact opposite. Turning back around, he walks even faster to get away from you

Frustration quickly builds up inside of you, and you sprint. He rounds a corner just as you catch up to him, grabbing his backpack to keep him in place.

“Ah-!” Losing his footing, he stumbles at the sudden force that’s keeping him from moving. He recovers quickly and turns to face you, avoiding eye contact with an obvious look of nervousness on his face. “Hi Y/N…”

He meets your eyes. The look on your face shows that you’re both angry and disappointed, and he knows that it’s time to stop running away.

Your best friend clears his throat. “Want to go for a walk?”

You accept, and soon enough, you find yourselves at the park that you always used to visit.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been here.” Youngjae comments randomly.

“That’s because you’ve been so busy avoiding me and running from your problems.” You can’t stop yourself from snapping at him, the word vomit escaping your mouth. Immediately you regret it, bringing a hand up to your lips and looking at him with an apologetic look in your eyes.

He chuckles dryly. “It’s okay. I deserve that.”

“But why?” You frown.

Exhaling deeply, Youngjae scoffs bitterly. “You know me, I’m insecure as hell. Whenever you fawn over guys in those movies and dramas you watch, I realize I’m nothing like them, and that you’ll never like me the way I want you to. Stupid, I know, so I hid my feelings. All of it. I only let it out through my songwriting.”

You watch as he brings a hand up to run it through his hair and to rub the back of his neck. “It’s not that I had plans of hiding that song from you. Until I realized that my own song exposed me, I forgot that I included that little dedication in the recording.

“I panicked, of course. I didn’t know how else to deal with it other than distancing myself because I was so sure you didn’t like me back, and I couldn’t bear the thought of our friendship being awkward after that. I resolved that if you ever talked to me about it, I’d still sit there and listen, but I knew that nothing would be the same again.”

You decide you’ve had enough of listening to the boy’s insecurities and step in front of him, blocking his path. “Don’t you get it? That’s exactly why I like you.”

Confused, Youngjae stares at you blankly.

“Youngjae, you’re the greatest guy I know. You’re an amazing listener and you’re always there for me whenever I need you to be. There are so many things I love about you, and I hate that you’re so insecure about yourself, because, honestly, you have no reason to be. I also hate that you didn’t talk to me about it. I thought we told each other everything?” You pry, watching him with gentle eyes.

He bites his lip, looking down at the ground. “I’m sorry…” His voice is tiny, and he sounds so sad that it breaks your heart.

You sigh, reaching out to take his hand in yours. “From now on, don’t hold back with me, alright?”

Nodding, he lifts his head to look at you. “Okay.”

You find yourself smiling, then return to your original place beside him to continue walking, never letting go of his hand. “Do you have anything for the rest of the day?”

“No…”

You turn to face him. “Then where should we go for our first date?”

“D-date?” He looks back at you with wide eyes, stuttering.

Cute.

“Yes, our first date. Unless, you don’t want-?” You raise an eyebrow, and Youngjae immediately regains his composure.

“No! No, of course I want to.” He replies hurriedly, tightening his grip on your hand.

You let out a laugh, leaning forward to quickly press your lips against his cheek. “Let’s go.”

Ready to continue walking forward, you almost stumble as you feel him suddenly tug at your hand. Pulling you close, he presses his lips to yours in a proper kiss. He lets go of your hand and places his hand on the small of your back, the other going to your elbow to bring you even closer. With your hands resting on his arms, your brain goes fuzzy at your close proximity, and your chest feels hot, heart beating fast. Nothing can compare to the amount of happiness you’re feeling right now.

Pulling back, he looks into your eyes, and you understand the amount of love and affection he has for you, without him needing to say it explicitly. He touches his nose to yours, beginning to sing softly.

“There’s a moon like you.”

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the-beastslayers-queen · 5 years

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Magic and Moonlight: Chapter 3

I’m on a roll today. Enjoy! Tagging: @queenofthearchitect

I was at the PC, doing my daily yoga routine to cool down from my training today and I saw Colby walk in with Roman and Dean. On his shoulder was his NXT championship belt. This was the first time I had seen him in the PC with his title. But I was pulled out of my thoughts and day dreams about Colby by a throat being cleared.

“Are you coming to my party,” Sasha asked as she sat next to me. Becky, Bayley, and Charlotte join her.

“I am,” I replied as I exhaled, “Is Colby going?”

“Yeah, him and his stable mates are coming,” Sasha smiled, “You like Colby don’t you?”

“Maybe,” I tried to hide my smile, but failed when Colby’s eyes met mine, “When’s the party?”

“After the tapings wrap tonight,” Becky replied, “Charlotte and I are going to help get you glammed up for tonight. You and Colby are so drawn to each other that we’re going to make him want you tonight.”

I groaned as the girls got up to head to the locker room to change into their ring gear before going to Full Sail for the tapings. Colby had broken away from Roman and Dean, and came over to sit across from me as I continued my yoga.

“Hey Thea,” Colby greeted me as he laid his title on his lap.

“Hi Colby,” I greeted him back as I exhaled, “I see you brought your title in today. First time I’ve ever seen it, actually.”

“Do you want to hold it,” he asked as I got into position to meditate to finish my cool down.

“Sure, pass it here,” I held out my hands and he set the title in them. It felt heavy in my hands so I draped it over my shoulder.

“Wow,” Colby breathed at seeing his title on my shoulder, “You look good when you have a title on your shoulder. One day you’ll be NXT women’s champion. I can see it now, the whole crowd chanting for Casey Ferguson as you hold that title high over your head.”

“Easy tiger,” I giggled, “I haven’t even debuted on NXT yet. I’m actually debuting in the taping tonight.”

“And you’ll do great,” Colby smiled at me, “And I’ll be there, happy to see you make an inpact.”

The tapings just finished. I felt so bad for Colby. He was so proud, and happy as the first NXT champion, but he lost it to Big E Langston. I know he must be crushed by this. Maybe he won’t end up going to Sasha’s party tonight.

I had just finished changing out of my ring gear and into the dark purple skater dress Bayley lent me for tonight along with the black wedges heel Becky donated to my outfit. Charlotte handled the jewelry and Sasha did my makeup and hair. I looked amazing. I was ready to go have some fun tonight.

I was walking up to Sasha’s house when I saw Colby’s car parked by the curb.

He actually came. Guess he really wanted to come to this party. I wonder if he came because you’re here. Or just to get drunk to forget that he lost tonight.

Morrigan, really? Can’t just stay quiet for a whole day, please?

Morrigan fell silent as I entered the party. The music was loud and there were bodies everywhere. There was even a couple making out on the stairs. I just shook my head and went to find the kitchen to get a drink.

“Well hello there,” I heard a familiar voice in my ear as I poured myself a shot of Jameson.

“Colby,” I smiled as I set the bottle down before grabbing my drink, “I didn’t think you’d come after your loss tonight.”

“And miss out on seeing you,” Colby admired my appearance before continuing, “Not a chance. You look beautiful, Thea. This purple is perfect on you.”

“Awe Colby,” I couldn’t help myself as I blushed like mad, “Thank you. And you clean up nicely too.”

Colby was wearing a black button up shirt with a dinner jacket over it, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of all black sneakers. His hair was pulled back in a low bun, keeping his hair out of his face.

“Oh this,” Colby smirked, “I just threw this on. You really like it?”

“Yeah,” I replied, “Black is your color.”

I took my shot, letting it slide down the back of my throat before you grabbed Colby’s hand and dragged him over to living room, which was turned into the dancefloor for the party. I began to sway to the music and Colby fell in behind me, taking my waist into his hands. I was lost in the music and the scent of his cologne, I didn’t notice the pair of sinister eyes watching me as I danced with Colby.

After sharing several songs with Colby, I opted to leave him to get another drink. As I was pouring my drink, I felt my magic flaring up. I stopped pouring my drink and I bolted out of the house. I knew I had to get away from all the people. I felt bad that I didn’t tell the girls or Colby, but for the safety of others, I had to get out of there.

As I was walking, I could feel something was off. The air felt cold and unease. I looked behind me and I saw a dark figure following me. I decided to dip into an alley around the corner, hoping to lose my pursuer. But I was wrong. So very wrong.

“Hello, lovely,” the man teased as he slammed me into a nearby building, “You tried so hard to run. But you only made all the better to catch you.”

“Leave me alone,” I begged, fighting my tears and against his grip on my arms.

“Not until I’ve had my fill,” shit he’s a vampire and I don’t have vervain and my choker was blocking my stronger magic.

Morrigan, help me!

I can’t! The charms are too strong for me to take control.

That’s when I heard a feral growl. I looked out the corner of my eye and I saw my wolf there at the entrance of the alley. He was growling loudly, his teeth barred. He was ready to strike at the vampire.

Before the wolf could strike, the vampire latched onto my neck, biting down hard and began to feed on me. The wolf charged, surely seeing red, at the sight of this vampire hurting me.

The vampire was ripped from my neck as the wolf pounced. I sank to my knees and grabbed at my neck, trying to stop the blood. I heard the vampire scream as the wolf tore into him. Soon the screams died down as the vampire died. I was struggling to stop my bleeding as the wolf came over to me.

That’s when the wolf saw my choker and grabbed it gently with his teeth before tearing it off. That’s when my magic surged to the surface. For the first time in years, I wasn’t afraid of my magic. I immediately began to heal my wound, repairing the damage done by the vampire.

“Thank you,” I breathed heavily as I felt my magic withdraw itself from the air, “You saved my life.”

I grabbed the remains of my choker, a little saddened that it had to come to this. That I had to lose my safety net to save my life.

“Thea,” I heard Charlotte call out to me.

“Char, I’m right here,” I rose from the ground and I went to look back at my wolf companion, only to find he was gone.

“So you’re telling us that you were saved by a werewolf,” Bayley tried to clarify what I was telling her about my eventful night.

“Yes,” I replied to her.

“And this wolf has imprinted on you,” Becky added.

“Yes,” I replied again.

“And you have no idea who he is,” Sasha asked next.

“Correct,” I responded.

“And now you have no binding charms to keep your magic in check,” Charlotte added the final detail as she held my choker in her hands, “Are you going to be okay without it?”

“Honestly, I have no idea,” I told all of them, “But I’m tired of fearing my magic. It’s time that I learn how to control it. And I think I can learn how to control by being around Colby more. He knows I’m a witch and I’ve used a bit of magic on him before. I’m sure he can help me stay in control.”

This was going to be risky, practicing magic with Colby around. Especially since I have no idea what he is. He knew what my mark meant, which means he wasn’t human. But I needed to know what he was.

#seth rollins fic #seth rollins x oc #seth rollins fanfic #seth rollins fanfiction #werewolf!seth rollins #witch!oc #supernatural/occult!au #wwe fanfic #wwe fic #wwe fanfiction #magic and moonlight

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rkminhyun · 5 years

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MGA SEASON FIVE ∙ duos performance

𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 : 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲

performing a reimagined acoustic version of block b’s toy

surviving eliminations feels wrong, no matter how hard he works building up for the day, how much effort and will goes into making it past another round; his thoughts are inevitably pessimistic in nature. by the time they start calling out the names that will go home, his heart leaps into his throat, fists clenched in his lap, nails digging into the skin -- he expects it.

and it never comes.

could one call something like this, perhaps arbitrary in the long run, survivor’s guilt? relief, however, is like a high he can’t shake, and he sits there for a while trying to process it. he might not find his luck abundant enough to keep going, but it feels strange for circumstances to acknowledge how hard he’s working, how often the voice deep inside him tells him to summon the courage to believe in himself.

once they begin calling the duos, minhyun finds he doesn’t necessary know his partner, gaze curious as he looks in her direction. she seems nice enough, though his attention falls more towards the guidelines of the round -- both of them, or none at all.

he should’ve expected that, he tells himself later, bitterly amused.

he spares a few thoughts doused with worriment towards how the partnership might go, if it’ll be as smooth as he wills it to be. he may be easy to please, but he’s also more of a avoid-conflict-if-possible type, finding it rather exhausting to deal with. however, a few moments in, he’s quickly reassured on his own, yuqi being someone easy to agree with, and eager to work.

the song choice is proposed by his partner, and he’s fairly quick to fall into agreement. the song is catchy and he can see both of them succeeding in pulling off the performance but he can’t help but wonder if it’ll be enough. will it leave enough of an impact? will they pass with just this?

as a result, rearrangement feels like the best route in the long run, the decision to rely on acoustics falling back on a voice that whispers its selfish desire at the back of his mind -- do it to bring attention to yourself, do it so it looks like you attempted to put some effort into the whole thing, do it because you can.

somewhere along the line, it shifts into having fun and doing his best to support yuqi than it is about himself. yeah, he wants to survive so bad he can almost taste it, but he knows victory is often bittersweet unless it comes with that satisfaction you performed and had fun with the people you’re with -- he learns that best with empty enigma.

it helps that yuqi’s talented and outgoing from the get-go, that minhyun doesn’t entirely have a chance to be as awkward as he’d been fearing. her energy and enthusiasm is contagious, and it reminds him of his own little sister, the one he’s most protective of in the world. so, maybe it’s a cliche, but he rolls with it and hopes the cameras can also pick up on the chemistry they build as they work on the song, hopes it translates into the performance itself.

his main objective, however, is making sure he has the right chords down. it’s the beginning that takes him some time to get down and lots of practice. he starts, stops, repeats until he’s sure he could play the song as fluently as possible in his sleep, keeps his guitar on him when he crawls into bed and eyes the ceiling as he strums to a beat in his mind, often recognizing it to be the very song they’ve been obsessively practicing throughout the week.

but, the very core of minhyun’s being has yet to change even though he’s been on stage for as long as he can remember, has returned to it some time ago since reign was conceived from the ashes of his past failures, even when considering the performances he’s done on the mgas alone. taking all that into account and more, one still can’t deny the common factor each week; he’s so nervous he almost keeps forgetting to breathe.

he wonders if it’ll ever get easier.

he texts yuqi a “we’ll do great” the night before, tacking a smiley face at the end and wills himself to believe his own words. he believes they’ve done all they can, have practiced until they could drop, and he knows the song as well as he knows himself; tells himself over and over, chanting as if the words were a mantra of their assured victory. ( victory, the confidence the word upholds shakes him to the brink of his existence, but minhyun’s always been good at pretending. )

he lugs his guitar around on his back, secured in his case. it’s almost a reassuring weight, having something so familiar close to him, bringing comfort as he thinks instead about how this instrument brought him and his mother closer, occasional memories with his father as he sat on his lap as a small child and watched the other play with wonderment present in his gaze. it feels like he himself has been playing for a lifetime now, and the idea settles him -- he can do this, he knows he can, and he can do it well.

“you ready?” various individuals ask throughout the week -- he wills himself not to retort with how he’s sure his lifespan decreases by a couple years each time he’s asked, instead just shrugs slightly and offers an as ready as i’ll ever be.

new week, same old routine.

he pays more attention this round, racks his mind for each contestants’ name as they go up two by two, and each one leaving a chilling feeling in his bones. he doesn’t even know what his friends are doing this round, more focused on getting through his own performance, added with the fact he’s too often lost in his thoughts, timing passing all to quickly. if he didn’t already know it before, he’s too aware of the fact everyone’s good, of course they are considering it’s already episode three into the broadcasting, but he wonders if it’s a mistake, him making it this far.

a few minutes before his performance, and he’s starting to question his spot on the show -- how typical.

sungwoon goes up shortly, with his partner, and before he knows it, he and yuqi are called up. he shoots her what he hopes is a reassuring smile, and grips his guitar on the way up, nodding pleasantly through the introduction. his mind blanks and he feels he more or less floats his way to his seat on stage, propping his guitar onto his knee, before taking a breath.

it’s a moment before he starts, his fingers ghosting above the right chords, letting his mind come into focus. then, he begins, starting position staring at his fingers move as he waits for yuqi to start off the song with her voice. then, he lifts his head towards the audience and judges as he starts off his verse.

쓸모 없어지면 버려 몰래 문득 어렴풋이라도 기억될 수만 있다면 나 everything i do it for you i’m a toy, toy

the acoustic version feels more sentimental in a way, led by the emotion they try to channel into the song, however there’s a casual attempt towards keeping it upbeat, with the way their voices plan to rise, with how they sway their heads and bounce a little to the beat. his vision of the song is one filled with a certain longing, to be one’s even if they don’t necessary hold you to the same degree.

얼마 안 돼 구석에 놓이겠지만 이 운명은 네 소유인 걸

to put it simply, minhyun simply channels what he feels when he hears the song. a degree of nostalgia as he thinks about on failed relationships, often on the end of being broken up with, or even more generally. extending it to the sometimes overwhelming needs to feel like someone’s number one -- it can be a difficult feat to achieve, and with a pang of unwarranted loneliness, minhyun allows his voice to grow louder as the chorus approaches, intent in showing off a more powerful message for the middle part.

난 너에게 더 이상 바랄게 없어 나로 인해 채워지는 널 본다면 꺼내줄 수 있어 다 가져가 주겠니 사랑이 장난이면 가차 없이 날 이용해

he works various emotions into his expression, eyes closing as he prolongs a note, the corner of his lips rising here and then as he tries to play the persona the original vocalists had channeled when performing the part. then comes their shared lines, and minhyun looks to his partner, sharing a small smile of comfort as they communicate with their eyes.

now you know, all you need is me i’m your toy, i’m your toy, i‘m your toy

here comes yuqi’s solo part, and minhyun nods along as he plays, portraying the image of a man invested in the performance he’s in the middle of, fingers moving almost on their own. he’s sure she’ll go far, filled with talent and hungry to show it -- for a minute, he hopes he won’t be the one holding them back in the moment.

난 너에게 더 이상 바랄게 없어 나로 인해 채워지는 널 본다면 꺼내줄 수 있어 다 가져가 주겠니 사랑이 장난이면 가차 없이 날 이용해

now you know, all you need is me i’m your toy, i’m your toy, i‘m your toy

as the performance ends, and his fingers stop playing, minhyun takes the moment to let the end settle before he looks back to yuqi. a nod of acknowledgement, gentle dash of contentment in his gaze he hopes she picks up on on, before they say their thank you’s. as he bows, the thought flickers into his mind, that he’d gotten lucky with his partner. he shines a more genuine smile to the cameras as he stands straight, before walking off stage, each step interchanging between feeling lighter with the knowledge they were done become more prominent and a settling heaviness at what’s to come.

#rkmga5duos #rkmga5 #rkyq

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rockynfriends · 5 years

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Rocky’s Stay Chapter 4: Night Watch

This is the final chapter of the narrative regarding Rocketchu’s recovery visit, featuring characters developed by @augmentedampharos. Rocky’s canonical return is soon to follow.

Rocky’s eyes suddenly snap open and he tilts his head towards the door of his room. A thumping sound from the threshold was more than enough to wake him, and in a split-second he’s by the door listening.

“One day…One day…at a time…”

Oddly relaxed by the song, even from an unfamiliar voice, he smiles as he thinks back to earlier that day. Dinner had been lovely, especially in light of sharing with his new friends. He’d been able to contribute his own recipe, which had gone over better than he hoped. His decision to go to bed early was more from a desire to rest than a feeling of apathy – if anything, he had more energy now than he’d felt in a long time. He throws back the covers and steps outside to see a Charmander standing near a table, looking somewhat miffed at his recent collision.

“When did that get there? Hope no one heard—oh. Oops. Sorry, stranger! I just got home and I was trying to avoid waking anyone. Guess I messed it up.”

Rocky smiles. “It’s alright. I was just admiring your singing voice. What’s your name?”

Charmander blushes. “Heh…I had that song in my head and didn’t even know I was singing it! I’m Tas. I live here. Are you Golden’s new friend?”

“It’s nice to meet you, Tas. No, I originally came here because Fugue invited me, though I’d like to see Golden someday. Name’s Rocky!”

As Rocky regards the fire-type, he suddenly realizes that the Charmander is looking rather past him.

“Is there something behind me, or…?”

“Oh, no. The sound in the room just bounces a lot so I was a little off in determining your location.”

“You came remarkably close. I hope I didn’t sound…”

“Oh, no, don’t worry, you didn’t. I was born this way and it’s really not a big deal. Sometimes it even helps when I’m pretending to listen to a grown-up lecture me,” he winks.

Rocky chuckles. “Grown-ups can be tiresome. I think most mean well though.”

“They do, but they don’t know everything. I was playing with Chester, otherwise I’d probably already be in bed.” “I haven’t met him. Is he nice?”

“Yeah, but he likes to stay outside. His ears are like my eyes, so we use telepathy to talk and play.”

“I didn’t know a Charmander could learn that! I’m very impressed.”

“He’s a Kadabra, so he has enough psychic power for us both. You should see us in our dart gun games. We’re unbeatable.”

“I imagine so, what with your synergy.”

“You seem a little different, if you don’t mind my saying.”

“Oh? H-how so?”

“You’re gentle. Most strangers are pleasant, but…kinda noisy. Did something happen?”

“Yeah, a lot did, actually. I’ve been thinking a lot and trying to help get my head right. I think I’m almost there.”

“Well gosh…can I help?”

“You kind of already are--” once again, the Pikachu is surprised by the Charmander’s eyes lighting up.

“Wait, I can’t believe I didn’t connect the dots. You’re Rocketchu!”

“That’s…my official name, yeah. It’s reminiscent of a time in my life long since over. Thus the shorter moniker.”

“It’s an honor. I’m kind of a fan of Team Recover. I mean, you’ve got the guardian of everything, a super-powered cyborg Eeveelution, and a Pikachu who can turn into a superhero!”

“I wouldn’t say the last part quite like that…but how did you know?”

“Well, I listen to broadcasts of Rescue Team events, but I’ve also heard about you from Fugue and Chester…and Budapest. I’ve wanted to meet you for forever! When Fugue told me you were friends I made him promise to introduce me some day.”

Rocky can’t help but blink. “That’s awfully kind of you to say. Now that we’ve met…your thoughts?”

Tas grins. “Definitely as cool as I thought.”

The Charmander can’t see it, but Rocky is touched. At the same time, Rocky notices that he and Tas have exited the house to the yard without ever mentioning going outside.

“Well…that’s honestly more humbling than anything. I mean, it’s very kind of you – but the truth is I’m just another Pikachu trying my best to make the world a little better. I don’t know what I’d do otherwise.”

“And you think that’s ordinary? You are not an ordinary Pokémon.”

“Well, neither are you! I wish I was as quick to encourage others as you are – and as quick to perceive the good in others.”

“Perception requires practice. Kind words…more practice. Oh, but you’re about to ask me a question.”

“I—you’re right! Well, here it is. Earlier…that song you sang. Do you remember where it comes from? What it is?”

“Oh! Well…I only remember the first line.”

“So it does have words. What’s it titled, do you know?”

“I don’t, honestly. But…how about the first line…and maybe that’ll refresh your memory?”

“It’s certainly worth a shot.”

“Okay…here you go.”

So saying, the Charmander takes a breath and begins the melody.

“One day, one day at a time.”

Rocky’s eyes widen as it suddenly comes in, and he hums.

“Bum bum…dun-dun…dadada…one day, one day, at a time.”

“You know it?” Tas says, a bit excited. “Do you know the whole thing? What’s it from?”

“It’s the Song of Life,” Rocky says. “I’d practically forgotten it. It’s the song that flows through every fiber of our world. Written by the reality guardian, and then sent into the heart and soul of every one who could sense it.”

“And now you remember it? Will…will you sing it for me?

Eyes shining, grin wide, Rocky’s nods. “Tas, I would be honored.”

One day, one day at a time! Some days I feel I’ve lost before I even try! On my own, losing grip, trying hard not to cry. Seems like all the others here have got life figured out, But I’m poised on the edge of a breakdown. Life hits me, so how can I fight back? Trying to hold on but the power I lack! I try all I can, but still lose the fight! Wear a smile all day, to fall apart at night! At the end of my rope and I can’t hold on! I fear every moment that I’m getting it wrong! I start calling for help and I hear this song! Don’t worry…don’t worry.

Don’t despair! There’s always trouble out there! Yeah it’s okay for you to still care! Just don’t let it absorb your mind! Don’t give up! There’s so much power in love! You keep your eyes fixed on what’s above! And then you take it, one day, one day at a time!

I want to learn to live in peace a little faster. Enjoy the moment, think less of disaster. Keep my focus on peace, faith, love! The rest will come, those three are enough! Yeah the world is a mess, but it’s not all on you! There’s a lot to be said, for the good you do! And there’s always someone Who loves you too! So don’t worry…don’t worry.

Tas listens as Rocky’s voice seems to fill the air. Suddenly Rocky whirls around as if in a choreographed routine and begins to chant.

To exhausted ‘mons, and trainers in pain, And the people on whom life’s a constant drain, You gotta take it, you gotta take it, one day at a time.

To the broke down, and let down, and hurt ones like me, To addicted and lost all trying to get free, You gotta take it, you gotta take it, one day at a time.

To the struggling workers, whatever your load, When you’re overwhelmed I promise you’re not alone! You gotta take it, you gotta take it, one day at a time!

From adults to children, let’s never forget! Life’s not always glee, but we’re not home yet! You gotta take it, you gotta take it, one day…one day…one day!

The song ended, Rocky’s eyes close, and he stands silent for a moment, taking a deep breath.

Tas applauds. “So that’s…Cassiopeia’s song?”

“I doubt they’d call it that…but in a sense, yes. I think it’s everyone’s song, though. The world isn’t fair, and life isn’t easy, and sometimes it flat out stinks, but…there’s still so much out there to be encouraged by, be it events or friends and family. This is an anthem of love to remind us that no one is truly alone where they are. I had forgotten not only the words, but the meaning of the song itself. Thanks to you, Tas, I remember. And now I know what I have to do.”

“Oh? Is that good?”

“Yeah. It’s time for me to go home.”

The two spend the next couple of hours talking about the song…about how they met Fugue, and any number of other things. After a long pause, Tas finally sighs and smiles.

“You know…it’s nice to find out you’re not…I dunno…”

“Untouchable?” Rocky laughs.

“Kind of. I mean, I knew hanging out with you would be great – I just didn’t think it would be like…this.”

“Well, what did you expect? A cape?”

“I guess so!”

Rocky grins. “As much fun as that would be…I’m glad I didn’t seem…like a comic book hero. I’d much rather have friends than fans – and honestly I’m still amazed by the stories you told. You can bet I’ll come back for more…and with more!”

“We’re a couple of special Pokemon,” says Tas, giggling. “I’m only sorry that I met you only in time to see you go…especially with the sun rising now…I guess you’ll want to leave soon?”

“Yeah, but it won’t be too long. You’ve all done so much for me. I wish I could return the favor.”

“That sounds like the beginning of a farewell,” says a familiar voice. “Rocky…you going home?”

The Pikachu and Charmander both turn around, and the former nods with a smile. “My mind…and more importantly, my heart – are back where they need to be, Fugue. My team needs me – and I’m finally ready to be there for them again. You, and Athens, and Budapest, and Tas…you helped me get it together and I can’t thank you enough.”

Fugue smiles, wiping away a few tears. “Rocky…that’s what friends are for. You’re always welcome here whenever you choose to return.”

The Pikachu can’t help himself, and finally tackle hugs his dear friend. “I love you, Fugue.”

“I love you too, Rocky.”

They separate and exchange a smile.

“Alright,” Fugue grins. “Your family can’t wait to see you again.”

“I can hardly wait to see them. Oh, but Fugue…one other thing. I figured out the song.”

Fugue’s smiles curiously. “Really?”

Rocky nods, gesturing for the taller Pokémon to lean over. Fugue does so, and Rocky whispers something in his ear, causing the larger Pokémon to break out into a broad smile.

“Well now…I guess we both needed that reminder.”

“Everyone does, once in a while,” Rocky replies. “Tell everyone ‘thank you’ for me!”

With that, he speeds off, but as they physically separate, the three Pokémon remain united in mind with a particular refrain.

One day, one day at a time…

#rocketchu #tas #fugue #chester #rocky's stay #final chapter

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daydreaming-away-reality · 6 years

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Cyborg [Chapter 1]

Steve Rogers x Reader | ☁️ + 🌠 + ✨ | 1.8k | Cyborg!Reader

[ Cyborg Masterlist ]

You stared at the dark sky, stretching in preparation. It was barely daybreak, yet, here you were standing outside in the chilly air in a t-shirt and tights for running. Breathing out, you could see a small cloud appear and fade before you in the dim streetlights.

Five o’clock use to be a dormant time for you, lying in bed and recharging the electricity in your body. Ever since you moved into the suburbs of New York though, your roommate had a habit of going on a ‘morning run’, and since you were eager to experience the world with him, you picked up his habit too.

“Alright, (Y/N),” a deep male voice called out to you. “Sorry for the wait. Ready to go?”

You turned, (E/C) eyes meeting beautiful blue ones. Seeing Steve’s smile in the morning was almost enough motivation to get you up and moving for the day.

“I’m ready when you are,” you chimed out.

Steve gave you a once over and frowned. “Wait.”

He moved towards you, leaning down. You curiously watched him, uncertain of his next move. Reaching forward, he began to tie your shoelace.

“Don’t want you tripping and hurting yourself,” Steve explained as he fixed it.

You blushed lightly. “Thanks, Steve.”

Your roommate was Captain America, the one and only Super Soldier who saved America. After waking up as a cyborg, you had been assigned as the Captain’s assistant when he woke from the ice - much like how JARVIS was for Tony Stark. After the Battle of New York though, you had been forced out from hiding and moved in with Steve for the past two years.

Living with him finally let you experience the world for the first time and try out your new abilities.

Overall, you enjoyed the mundane way of life that you and Steve shared as you both tried to adjust to your surroundings.

“Sure you’ll be warm enough?” Steve asked, noticing how you didn’t wear a jacket.

“Don’t worry about me,” you reassured him. “I’ve altered my internal body temperature and adjusted the cooling system to match weather right now. Are you ready?”

Steve couldn’t help but smile at your technical terms. Being a cyborg, you often spoke in this manner out of habit. Steve found it cute how you always tried to find ways to make things easier for him. As much as you found it to be your responsibility to look out for Steve, Steve felt it was his responsibility to protect you. Perhaps it was old fashioned, you personally admitted to Steve that you found his gestures to be endearing.

All in all, you both had a strong, reliable relationship as partners - even though it was clear there was something more between the two of you.

“Let’s go,” Steve agreed.

The two of you took off, starting off slow before picking up the pace. It was the usual long running route around New York, one that Steve would aim to do at least four or five times.

Initially, you had struggled with the run, unaccustomed to the extensive activity. Steve didn’t mind - in fact, he took it easy with you, building your endurance and pacing. Now, you were fully able to keep up with him and Steve commended your efforts.

The repetitive sound of feet pounding against the ground paired with steady breathing became the only sound that filled the air. Surprisingly, someone else, a man, running the same route as the two of you.

You fell back a bit, trailing behind Steve as the two of you ran by.

“On your left.”

It wasn’t long before the two of you saw him again as you ran along side the lake.

“On your left,” Steve called out again.

“Uh huh, on my left,” the man responded. “Got it.”

By the time you were about to make the third round past him, you decided to slow your pace down.

“Don’t say it, don’t say it,” the man chanted.

Completely out of habit and courtesy, but at this point out of amusement, the words slipped out of Steve’s mouth.

“On your left.”

“Come on!”

You chuckled, changing your pace to match the man’s.

“Sorry about him,” you said, smiling. “He’s dedicated to his routine.”

The man panted but nodded. “He’s fast, how do you keep up?”

“Practice, its not easy though,” you cheerfully replied. “Nice to meet you, by the way, I’m (Y/N)!”

“Sam Wilson,” he replied. His brown eyes flickered up to the disappearing figure of Steve’s. “Sure it’s okay for you to leave your partner?”

“I’m sure we’ll catch up, if not, he’ll find us,” you brushed off. With how hard you had been pushing yourself to keep up with Steve, this pace felt more leisurely. “Is this run part of your morning routine?”

“Yeah,” Sam said. “Hard to break habit.”

By the time the sun was out and shining brightly, you and Sam took a break, resting under the shade of a tree. Using the connection link in your brain, you sent a message to Natasha, letting her know the morning run was over as promised.

Standing in front of Sam, you slowly stretched as you complied the statistic elements of your run, keeping track of your development. A notification in your brain alerted you to the Steve’s approach as well as Nat’s reply, ‘Thanks sweetheart. I’ll be there soon. :)’

“Need a medic?”

Sam laughed, looking up at the newcomer. “I need a new set of lungs. Dude, you just ran thirteen miles in like thirty minutes.”

“Guess I got a late start,” Steve replied.

“Really? You should be ashamed of yourself. You should take another lap. …did you just take it? I assume you just took it.”

You smiled, fondly watching Steve interact with Sam. It was nice seeing him converse with others.

“What unit are you in?” Steve asked.

“Fifty-eight para rescue, now I’m working down at the VA.”

With this new information, you almost instinctively searched Sam up in the military database. After working with the Avengers, it had fallen into a bit of a habit - perhaps, you could look up this former soldier, but at a later date.

“Sam Wilson.”

“Steve Rogers,” your roommate answered. “I’m assuming you met (Y/N)?”

Sam and you exchanged nods.

“Must have freaked you out coming home after the whole defrosting thing.”

Steve sighed. “Takes some getting use to. I have (Y/N) here though, so it’s not that bad.”

Blue eyes met yours and you immediately caught onto his gesture. Walking over to his side, you waited for Steve’s next move.

“It was nice meeting you, Sam,” Steve acknowledged, turning away.

Your eyes flickered over to Sam, noticing his approach.

“Your bed,” Sam started.

“What?” Steve asked.

“Your bed is too soft,” Sam said. “Over there, I used rocks for a bed and pillow like a caveman, now I’m home, lying in my bed and it’s like...”

“Lying on a marshmallow,” Steve finished, nodding in agreement. “Feel like I’m going to sink right to the floor.”

The men continued their talk, and you flickered over the plan for the day in your head. Steve had so much to do after joining SHIELD, he always had the best intentions. You appreciated the efforts he put into every little thing - caring for you included.

“Marvin Gaye, 1978, Troubleman soundtrack. Everything you missed, jammed into one album.”

“I’ll put it on the list.”

Steve pulled out his notebook, the one kept around to note things down by hand. Despite having you, he hung onto simple things like this, showing his attachment to the past.

“I’ll add it too,” you mumbled, mentally adding to the growing list of things Steve wanted to look into.

Steve’s phone buzzed and the message flashed in your brain too.

‘Mission alert. Extraction imminent. Meet at the curb. :)’

“Alright, Sam, duty calls. Thanks for the run, if that’s what you want to call running.”

“Oh, that’s how it is?”

“Oh, that’s how it is.”

“Any time you want to stop by the VA, make me look awesome in front of the girl at the front desk, just let me know.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

The roaring approach of Nat’s car by the curb shifted your attention.

“Hey fellas, either of you know where the Smithsonian is? I’m here to pick up a fossil,” Nat greeted.

“Hilarious,” Steve retorted.

“Let’s run again together sometime!” you called out to Sam with a wave. Ducking into the backseat, you greeted the redhead. “Morning, Nat!”

“Morning, darling,” Nat replied, flashing a smile your way.

Being the youngest among the group appeared to make you the soft spot for everyone. Most of them indirectly met you during the Battle of New York, when you had wirelessly communicated and aided Steve. Over the past two years, you’ve actually met some of them in person, proving them cared about you all the same.

“Can’t run everywhere,” Steve said to Sam.

“No, you can’t,” Sam agreed.

The car quickly took off and you made sure to click in your seat belt.

“Did Director Fury give me permission to come with you guys?” you asked, eager to hear Nat’s response. “I’ve been getting stronger, I think I can handle a mission.”

Nat offered you a sad smile when she made eye contact with you through the rear view mirror.

“Sorry sweetie. Fury say its not safe for you and because of the location, you won’t be able to contact us either.”

“I’ll try to convince Fury to let you join us next time,” Steve added. “I know you’ve been improving. Your hand to hand combat is great.”

You sighed, sparks of electricity fizzling from your fingers. Your inner bioelectricity was buzzing, waiting to be used. Concentrating, you let the electricity flow and made sure to control its power. A small electromagnetic force field appeared, pulsing with energy.

“When did you learn that?” Nat remarked, as you tore your eyes away from your hands.

“A few weeks ago,” you replied. “I’ve nearly perfected it.”

“Don’t underestimate her, Nat, (Y/N) is incredible.”

You blushed at Steve’s compliment and it appeared that Steve realized his words too, flushing slightly. Nat’s perceptive eyes didn’t miss a thing as she glanced at the two of you.

A incoming message alert flashed in the corner of your vision - urgent. You let the message open up, the content surprising you.

‘Meet me in SHIELD headquarters once Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff head off for their mission. - Director Fury’

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Crystal Reiki With Karen Prodigious Tricks

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A Day In The Life Of Artist, Designer And Small Businesswoman, Rachel Castle

A Day In The Life

Sasha Gattermayr

Rachel at the CASTLE studio with Sydney the sausage dog. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

A morning walk around the neighbourhood with Sydney. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Rachel starts a morning at the office with a coffee from Ona in Marrickville. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Rachel and the team! Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

The ever-bubbly, gorgeous Rachel Castle! Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

The studio slash office is filled with prints, inspiration and works-in-progress. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Chatting with Design and Production Manager, Simone. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

There is no shortage of colourful paints to play with lying around! Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

There is always time in Rachel’s day for sketching, painting and drawing. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

A true artist’s space! Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Rachel started embroidering in the evening when her kids were little and in bed. Now, she has to do it in the early hours of the morning before her team arrive at work! Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Rachel gets into the studio early to sew, and catch up on TV! Her current favourite is ‘Ramy’. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Swathes and swatches of fabric in rainbow shades. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

A piece in construction. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

It’s the mark of a true creative spirit when they spend every spare second making something for the sake of it. This was how it all began for Rachel Castle, who picked up embroidery in the early hours of the evening when her young kids were in bed, the only time she had to herself during their childhood years. It was here that her true calling revealed itself.

But before she was an artist, designer, and the director of her own small business, Rachel’s professional life meandered from PR to marketing. She and friends Alex Willcock and Russell Pinch used to run a branding company in the United Kingdom, but when their second child was born, Rachel left the business to become a full-time mother. She considers this the best decision she ever made.

‘I believe you can definitely have everything in life, just not all at once,’ she says. ‘I was never conscious of a path, I just worked with people and product I loved, and the rest worked itself out.’ Though the meandering route she describes is encouraging for others who might be in the same working-it-all-out boat, it undersells the seriously hard work Rachel has done in establishing her cult lifestyle brand. Between her firm focus on keeping her business small and practice-based, and the overtime hours she clocked developing her distinct artistic style over the years, Rachel is a tenacious, self-made professional.

Rachel took TDF around her heavenly Marrickville studio where we spent a day in her sunny, colourful world. Her creativity knows no bounds!

FIRST THING

I’m definitely a morning person. My husband recently retired which means (hallelujah!) for the first time in a decade I can go to work whenever I want. For years I had to scramble around to find the time to work, but now I’m free as a bird, which is an amazing feeling. If I wake and can’t sleep at 5am I go to work, but generally, I’m in the car by about seven. I don’t do social media in the mornings, I’m too old and can’t handle the early morning scramble to find my glasses and get three sentences together that make sense, so I just amble around quietly and slowly, a way better and nicer way to start each morning.

It’s a half-hour drive to work so lately I’ve been listening, for the first time in my life, to a really good AM radio station. During the protests its had some really diverse speakers, activists, writers, artists, poets. I’m converted! Also, I can’t work out how to change it back to FM so I’ll leave it here until the end of 2020 and see what else I can learn.

As soon as I arrive in Marrickville I grab a coffee from Ona down the road, and get straight to it.

MORNING

Emails and DMs…. Omg there are so many. I check all the inboxes and delegate where necessary and then, best part of the day, I sew and watch TV until the girls arrive at 9. The earlier I get to work the longer I can spend watching anything from Homeland to Ramy to The Real Housewives; this is my junk time and I LOVE IT. Sewing for me is like getting a massage or going for a run or doing yoga, it’s my outta body knock-knock-there’s no-one home time.

The girls slowly start to arrive and its the normal chit chat (‘Where did you go last night? Did the NBN guy come? Where’d you get your pants from?’) and then we all move into getting the orders out for the day, getting the artworks signed, the tea towels sewn and the commissions sorted. I potter around watering the plants, and mid-morning try to sort something with our Wholesale and Web Content lead, AJ, for socials, a little video or pics for our stories or a new wall for our studio. FINALLY having the space in our studio for a bed has transformed the way we spend our days as there’s so much bed-making and wall painting to be done!

There’s really no routine to the morning, I just go creatively wherever I feel the need, I might try to cut up some new embroideries, or prepare some canvases for painting, or do some little watercolours on paper. So by lunchtime, I’ve generally got 7,000 things started and not a single thing completed (not joking) every single day of the week.

AFTERNOON

Generally at around 3pm we all have a heart attack and realise, ‘OMG! It’s 3 o’clock!’. The girls get some lunch and I get ready to spend some time with Simone, CASTLE’s design and production lead. No two days are the same, but this week we’ve been working on our new towel shoot with Stephanie Somebody, and an upcoming collaboration with Gorman, some new sweater designs and our next Spring/Summer range. In between there are all the usual production issues!

During COVID-19 the Indian ports were closed for a month and a lot of our suppliers are on skeleton staff, so it’s been a very challenging period for us and for them. It’s very slowly getting back to normal, and we hope and pray things for India start to improve soon. Over the years we’ve become very close to our suppliers, they are as much a part of our family as our customers, we send them love.

LATE AFTERNOON

From the minute I wake up I start chanting my mantra….. ‘I will do more painting today, I will do more painting today.’ It only ever happens around 5pm and recently I’ve been coming to terms with this. I’ve tried LITERALLY everything to get more time painting but I just can’t do it. So I’ve started reframing the narrative, and now I’m grateful that I get an hour to do it at all. The advantage of having grown children with no more play dates and park visits is I can go into work on the weekend, where I can smash out a thousand brush strokes in an hour. Time stops in the studio on the weekend, it’s an incredibly peaceful place to be.

EVENING

I’m home every single weeknight by 7.15pm. I love my drive home, this is my time to ring my mother and speak to my friends on the phone. It’s just me and the boys at home, so we eat together and Lucas goes off to study (apparently). He’s in Year 12 so a big year for him where we all try to be as quiet and gentle as we can. Cleo moved home too during COVID-19, and I have to say the family time has been nice!

I don’t cook or go to the supermarket anymore (SOUND THE TRUMPETS) and it’s the best part of my new older life, so the evenings for me are spent eating and then doing my social media… then falling asleep reading with my glasses on and then trying to find all the right creams for my face at 10.30pm. Then snooze and sleep like a baby.

Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Right now I’m listening to/watching/reading…

Watching Ramy I laugh and cry from one scene to the next, it’s teaching me a lot about Islamic culture and religion. It’s hilariously funny and, equally, really tackles the big issues, it’s really good.

Reading A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry. It’s a beautiful Indian tale covering the country’s growth over the past 30 years. Knowing the history of this beautiful country is really important to me.

Listening to any podcast I can get my hands on, and always a daily dose of Dan Savage!

One important thing I do every day is…

Eat dinner with my family. Every weekday of our lives, it’s a deal breaker for me.

I get my best work done when…

I’m in the studio by myself with my music on and my phone switched off.

A philosophy I live and work by is…

Touch it once. Emails, DMs, designs, products. Going back to something we discussed yesterday doesn’t work for me. We resolve it on the spot, or resolve it to a point where we can pick it up later. I never say ‘Let’s sleep on it’, which means I make mistakes, but we need to keep moving because inertia is the DEVIL!

My productivity tip/tool is…

Definitely the above, touching it once.

Something I learned the hard way is…

Don’t put a whole range on pre-order just before a pandemic… note to self!

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