Instantanées
TITLE: Instantanées
AUTHOR: schtroumpfette9
POSTING OPTION: #4
PAIRING/POV: Rob/Kris ; a little Dakota/Art ; a little britpack
PROMPT: #28, #47, #70
RATING: G
SUMMARY: These tiny moments that define everything
WARNINGS: none
DISCLAIMER: I don't own a thing
A/N: Thanks to Erin, my amazing beta!
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(#28) England - Men are crazy
It still amazed her that a guy who couldn’t even run normally was such a soccer fanatic.
But if she had remaining doubts, they were all washed away this evening.
Watching the England team play while in a room full of English people will remain the creepiest experience of her life. Like “can someone remind me why this person is my boyfriend” creepy.
When the USA scored, she didn’t utter a sound, afraid that she would be scalped by wild English men.
Finally, after watching Art running around the room screaming words she never heard (and hope he would never say to her) at their goalie, she decided to save hers and Dakota’s life and run to the balcony.
Yep, it would be a really, really long month.
(#47) Michael - Closure
1 year, 2 months, 11 days, 3 4568 minutes, the time it took him to finally understand it was over.
He couldn’t tear his eyes from the two of them. Their love was so blinding.
Even if they never had the opportunity to win an award together, he was sure that she would never have acted like that with him.
It seems she almost enjoyed herself. She was giggling, god damnit, Kristen was giggling!
He felt awful wallowing in his own self-pity and he could feel Emma’s eyes on the back of his head.
She took his hand and smiled at him.
In this moment, looking at them, then at her, he understood and finally let go of Kristen Stewart.
(#70) Sentiment - Disorder
I was struggling against the sheets that were intertwined with my legs, though I was happy to finally be able to sleep late in the morning.
The sun was heating me up nicely and I slowly opened my eyes, searching for the body missing against mine.
Seated in his childhood bed, I let my eyes wandered around his room. The walls were plastered with posters of old movies and his first guitar was lying against his desk.
His impressive collection of music and books were lined up in a strangely studied chaos.
A wave of tenderness and love, for this man, hit me.
It was all him, warm and wild.
I smiled and hopped out of bed, almost running toward his laughter, coming from downstairs.
AUTHOR: schtroumpfette9
POSTING OPTION: #4
PAIRING/POV: Rob/Kris ; a little Dakota/Art ; a little britpack
PROMPT: #28, #47, #70
RATING: G
SUMMARY: These tiny moments that define everything
WARNINGS: none
DISCLAIMER: I don't own a thing
A/N: Thanks to Erin, my amazing beta!
1.2.3.4.5.AcquaintancesAmericanAndrewApartArt6.7.8.9.10.AshleyAutumnBake/Baked/BakingBandBella11.12.13.14.15.BlueBobbyBonesBounceBritish16.17.18.19.20.BubbleCamelliaCapitalCapitolCatherine21.22.23.24.25.CheesyChrisCigarettesCursiveDakota26.27.28.29.30.DavidEnemiesEnglandFansFriends31.32.33.34.35.GalaGray (Grey)GreenGroinHow36.37.38.39.40.IndigoIslandJacksonJohnnyKellan41.42.43.44.45.LauraMarcusMatterMeadowMemory46.47.48.49.50.MethodMichaelMisspeakNicholsonNikki51.52.53.54.55.NinaNippleNostalgiaOrangePaint56.57.58.59.60.PeacePeterPrejudicePridePrivacy61.62.63.64.65.ReadRedReliefRestaurantRhythm66.67.68.69.70.RingRoadSamScriptedSentiment71.72.73.74.75.ShannonShindigSlangSousedSpring76.77.78.79.80.SteakStephenieStrangersStringSummer81.82.83.84.85.SummitSushiTaylorTelevisionText86.87.88.89.90.ThomasTogetherT-ShirtUnderwearUnscripted91.92.93.94.95.VioletWaxWhatWhenWhere96.97.98.99.100.WhoWhyWinterWireYellow productivity100
(#28) England - Men are crazy
It still amazed her that a guy who couldn’t even run normally was such a soccer fanatic.
But if she had remaining doubts, they were all washed away this evening.
Watching the England team play while in a room full of English people will remain the creepiest experience of her life. Like “can someone remind me why this person is my boyfriend” creepy.
When the USA scored, she didn’t utter a sound, afraid that she would be scalped by wild English men.
Finally, after watching Art running around the room screaming words she never heard (and hope he would never say to her) at their goalie, she decided to save hers and Dakota’s life and run to the balcony.
Yep, it would be a really, really long month.
(#47) Michael - Closure
1 year, 2 months, 11 days, 3 4568 minutes, the time it took him to finally understand it was over.
He couldn’t tear his eyes from the two of them. Their love was so blinding.
Even if they never had the opportunity to win an award together, he was sure that she would never have acted like that with him.
It seems she almost enjoyed herself. She was giggling, god damnit, Kristen was giggling!
He felt awful wallowing in his own self-pity and he could feel Emma’s eyes on the back of his head.
She took his hand and smiled at him.
In this moment, looking at them, then at her, he understood and finally let go of Kristen Stewart.
(#70) Sentiment - Disorder
I was struggling against the sheets that were intertwined with my legs, though I was happy to finally be able to sleep late in the morning.
The sun was heating me up nicely and I slowly opened my eyes, searching for the body missing against mine.
Seated in his childhood bed, I let my eyes wandered around his room. The walls were plastered with posters of old movies and his first guitar was lying against his desk.
His impressive collection of music and books were lined up in a strangely studied chaos.
A wave of tenderness and love, for this man, hit me.
It was all him, warm and wild.
I smiled and hopped out of bed, almost running toward his laughter, coming from downstairs.