but I read all of your fanfiction in a single night and I cried over all of it and I finished the latest WIP at like four a.m. but it ended on a cliffhanger and I can't stand not knowing and I dreamed about it last night and I'm going to live in constant misery until it's resolved
“Quite honestly the thing that interests me the most about her relationships with Gale and Peeta is that they’re completely organic to the situations. That in the beginning of Catching Fire, she wants to forget her time in the games and go on with her regular life, which means she will be pushing herself away from Peeta because he’s a reminder of the Games, and growing closer to her childhood friend Gale because he reminds her of home. But when she’s thrown back into the Games, she’s pulled away from Gale and pushed back towards Peeta, because she finds comfort in him having shared the trauma of the Games. But I never, for one minute, think that she sits around debating who she likes better.
She doesn’t have time for it.”—Francis Lawrence, the he-fucking-gets-it director for Mockingjay and Catching Fire (via jerichoes)
The kid across the bar plays for the other team, the team they’re playing tomorrow. And he’s not a kid, he’s the same age as Ryan. Zach Parise—Ryan remembers his face from all the tape they watched, it’s going to be his job to shut him down tomorrow afternoon.
He catches Ryan’s eye and smiles. Fuck, but he has a great smile.
It would be a lot easier to explain making out with a player from the rival team behind a bar if he was drunk, Ryan thinks idly as Zach kisses across the line of his jaw. Not that he seems to be stopping, since he’s in the process of pulling Zach closer against him.
By the time Sidney’s shut the house up for the night, Matt’s already curled up in bed. Taylor always says that his house is terrible and empty and sterile, but it doesn’t feel like that when Matt’s here. It’s just nice to have someone around.
Matt looks like he’s asleep, his eyes closed and his face relaxed, but when Sidney slips into the bed next to him, he rolls over and cracks a smile.
"Hey," he says, and then kisses Sidney. It’s quick, perfunctory even, but it settles him a bit.
This is the best part of summer, even when they’re too tired to so much as think about having sex, because they’re playing during the day and in the evening his house isn’t empty and Matt is in his bed at night.
Matt kisses him again, whispers something that might be “love you” against his lips, and then scoots away a little bit. It’s too hot to sleep curled together, but Matt stays close enough that their hands are touching. Just enough to be a reminder that he’s there.
The “love you too” catches in his throat but that’s alright, Matt knows. Sidney kisses his temple and drifts off to sleep with their fingers laced together loosely.
Elias falls asleep on the couch halfway through the movie, pitching sideways until his head is on Ryan’s shoulder. It’s the third time it’s happened this week, because Elias is a sleepyhead and Ryan’s too nice to wake him up or draw a dick on his face or something. Instead, he waits it out until the movie ends, and wakes him up just enough that he can stumble, semi-upright and leaning on Ryan, to his bedroom.
When he trips forward onto the bed, he pulls Ryan down with him and doesn’t let go. Elias is asleep again almost as soon as he’s horizontal, and half on top of Ryan, which is making it really difficult for him to get up.
Which is probably why he wakes up with Elias curled up against him a lot of hours later. Seven, it turns out when he rolls over to look at the clock.
"Maybe we shouldn’t have taken them skating," Gabe says cautiously to Erik, who looks concerned that the tiny boy who swears he’s Matty Duchene—and definitely looks the part—has just wiped out for the third time.
Tiny Dutchy, for his part, is completely unconcerned, pulling himself up immediately and skating off after the tiny version of Nate.
"No, this is good," Giggy says knowingly. "This will wear them out."
He has kids and stuff, he probably knows what he’s talking about.
Tiny Nate wipes out and slides into the boards. He’s wearing a helmet, because they’re not totally hopeless with with safety, and besides, Giggy insisted, but he starts crying anyway. Because he’s about three, and tiny children cry a lot.
Gabe skates over toward him and picks him up. Nate sniffles weakly but holds himself together enough that he doesn’t kick Gabe with his skates.
Pick a trope from this list and provide a fandom/pairing and I’ll tell you something about the story I’d write for that combination (i.e. write a snippet from the story or write not!fic or tell you the title and summary for the story I would write)
this december when the early admissions results come out my school’s national honor society is organizing an event where you take your rejection letter to the local ice cream place and you get a free kiddie cone