total eclipse of the heart

fic: oh, take me back to the start.

sugarpromises — Thu, 23 Jan 2014 02:04:47 GMT

Title: Oh, Take Me Back to the Start
Author: sugarpromises
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Characters: Serena van der Woodsen, Blair Waldorf
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Let it go, and just enjoy the show
Timeline/Spoilers: All seasons. Set in the past, present, and future.
Word Count: 3042
Summary: It takes some time, but Blair knew all along how they'd end up.
Author's Note: Written for leobrat. A request from many moons ago.

When Blair Waldorf thinks back on her youth, she thinks of it fondly. She pictures the uniforms and the hair-bands, remembers the scandal and social suicides. She recalls when the backs of limos were for champagne toasts, staircases were for best friends, and boys were there to either keep or break your heart.

She remembers loving Serena, Nate, and Chuck; each in their own way, each in their own time. It has been them against the world since the beginning of days ("You can tell us anything, we don't judge. We’re the non-judging breakfast club, anything you do is something we did too") and whatever trouble one of them would fall into, the other three would pull them out. No questions asked, until the end of time.

And here the four of them stand now; 45 years old and huddled together in a quant chapel off the beaten path. They're probably somewhere between the Hamptons and Montauk, Blair's not entirely sure, but she also doesn't care at this point. The sunlight shines through the stain glass windows creating the most beautiful hues on the altar in front of them and Blair feels fortunate to be a part of this exquisite moment. She and Chuck stand on either side of Serena and Nate who exchange rings and vows, as the Italian pastor speak words of love and promise.

It takes some time, but Blair knew all along it would end up like this. Finally, Nate and Serena officially complete the family that Blair's been waiting most of her life for.

++

It figures that like her mother, Serena van der Woodsen wouldn't get her life together until her early forties. With her twenties splashed vibrantly on every gossip page and her thirties succumbed to silence and solitude, it's not until she turns 42 that she emerges into society a golden firefly. And like moths to a flame, eligible bachelors flock towards her beauty with eyes of wonder and whispers of promises. It's an imitation of her youth and much like her youth; Blair stands right by her side.

Blair, like her mother, stays in high fashion and spends her time between Paris and Manhattan. She revels in the shiny silvers of her life, a man by her side, and a son in her arms. Her penthouse home is dazzling with every modern trim and flare, each corner painted with certainty and security. She is a grown up, a professional and successful woman in every sense of the word.

Together, Serena and Blair are the pillars of the Upper East Side, a position they've been building on since they were young girls. Their schedules are not one without the other: Thursday night fashion shows, Friday night socials, Saturday galas, and Sunday brunch. Gone were the days of feeling over shadowed and under appreciated by the other; now they stand strong as close as two sisters can ever be.

It's only right. As Blair once said, all those years ago, "what is you, is me."

++

Dan Humphrey is not the love Serena's life. In fact, he's not the love of either Serena or Blair's life and with that knowledge, he settles into the background blues of Brooklyn. His novels never make it back onto the bestsellers list and the entire Upper East Side sighs in relief that there will be no more "tell all" tales in the days to come.

During this final breakup, Serena shows up at Blair's door, a sullen face at the lowest point of her adulthood. Her appearance is so alarming that she looks anything but society's golden girl. She hides away in their apartment, takes up sketching, and spends her nights reciting passages of Fitzgerald to the cats. She spends mornings in Henry's playroom, mourns the babies she's lost and pretends she can wait for her future family ("I'll name her Daisy or Rosalind and she'll be the light of my life, B, my baby girl, my one true thing.") She wears her sadness in her stillness, her ache in her tears, and her desolation in her drawings.

It goes against everything she's ever known about being Serena's friend, but Blair takes her husband's advice and lets her be. No one can ever change what has already happened and what Serena has already lost, which makes it all the more difficult to find a way out of her perpetual darkness,

"I hate seeing her like this, she barely says a word at dinner," Blair whispers to her husband at night before bed. For the most part, Chuck soothes the worries and comforts her sadness. But there is always one moment, just before she closes her eyes, the moment Blair makes a wish for Serena… one that can never happen.

"Serena will find her way, she always has," Chuck whispers to her before she fades to sleep.

A month passes and finally deciding that she's given her enough space, Blair takes a week off work and tries to find a way to mend Serena's broken heart. They sit side by side in the playroom, watching Henry attend to his activities. At night, they curl up on the couch in the media room, keep away from the cats and Fitzgerald novels and watch Gregory Peck fall in love with Audrey Hepburn over and over again.

"I'm 37 and most of my life has been spent loving the wrong person," Serena finally says one morning. Blair's fingers sweep across her cheeks to brush away the silent tears. Across the room, Henry concentrates at his easel, mixing strong reds and bright blues. Serena never takes her eyes off the child, the longing clear in her crystal blues.

"That doesn't mean you were wrong for loving him or staying with him longer than you should have," Blair consoles.

"That's not what you said when I came back from L.A."

"Well, I was angrier back then, I hated Dan for taking advantage of you when you were vulnerable. And you were so hurt, even I could see it and I wasn't seeing much of anything besides my own pain."

Serena nods, smiling at Henry who catches their attention to show off his latest art masterpiece. Blair stands and takes the painting to hang by the window to dry. Serena watches their movements, noticing the ease as Blair sets up a new page for Henry to pain on. The shared smiles and Eskimo kisses between mother and son clench at her heart.

"I'm never going to be a mom," Serena says softly, "I'll never have a family."

Blair doesn't disagree and it takes another few months before Serena says goodbye to Daisy and Rosalind, and all the things she can never be.

++

Serena and Dan's wedding celebration is almost immediately succeeded by a bon voyage soiree when the approval for a Hollywood production of Dan's latest novel sends the newlyweds to Los Angeles. Again, they gather with family and friends, accept the reluctant well wishes and good lucks ("New York isn't the same without you, S. How will I manage with you literally across the country?"), and ride off into the sunset that is the west coast.

In the year following their departure, Cyrus succumbs to a terminal illness and passes away that winter. Stricken with grief, Eleanor runs back to Paris where Harold and Roman tend to her sadness, leaving Blair to claw her way out of her own devastated heart. With anguish fueling her words, she lashes out at everyone around her, fires Dorota and kicks Chuck out of their home. Soon, her hysteria builds to the extreme and Blair becomes inconsolable.

It takes one phone call from Nate, and Serena rushes to LAX where she knows his private plane is on standby ready to take her home. Hours later, when Serena steps off the plane and onto the tarmac, she's not surprised to see Nate waiting. He takes her in his arms, presses his lips against her sun-kissed hair, and leads her to his limo.

"How bad did it get?" Serena asks, not waiting a beat. The car pulls away from the airport and starts a steady drive to its destination.

"Bad," Nate admits. "Chuck sent Henry to Lily's for a week thinking that Blair could use the time to calm down, get her bearings, and start working through her grief. But it just got worse and she's refusing comfort from anyone."

"That explains why she never called."

"We thought a change of scenery might help, so Chuck took her to your family's house in the Hampton's. Dorota should be bringing Henry up in a day or two," Nate explains. Serena nods and moves her hair out of the way to rest her head on his shoulder. He takes her hand in his, gentle but firm as ever.

"Thank you for calling me," she says quietly, fingers picking at the loose thread on his coat sleeve. Again, she feels his lips press against the crown of her head. The rest of the trip is met with silence.

They reach the Hampton's by morning and despite her jet lag in the brisk winter air, Serena walks into the quiet house and moves past the foyer to the room at the end of the hallway. The curtains are drawn shut, letting very little light in, but Serena can still make out the furniture when her eyes adjust to the darkness. Without hesitation, she climbs into the king sized bed and gathers Blair up in her arms.

Nobody sees them for three days.

On the fourth day, Nate is stunned when he walks past Blair's bedroom to find the door wide open, curtains pushed back, and Blair sitting up in bed with Henry in her lap. Blair is wrapped up with her son, attentively listening to him prattle on about discoveries made during the week, as Serena sits in a chaise nearby. Nate pauses to take in the view, relieved to see Blair looking better than she has in weeks.

In no time, Blair moves from her room to the kitchen, from the house to the back porch. She slowly slides away from the grief and moves towards getting back to her life: she takes phone calls from work, walks the snowy pathways with Chuck, and sits at the dinner table with her family. The remnants of the despair and pain still linger in their mind ("Nothing's going to be the same now, S; he left such a hole in our lives"), but soon it's time to pack up and go home.

Nobody questions when Serena doesn't book a flight back to L.A.

++

Shortly after Henry is born, Waldorf Design debuts their spring line, they all turn 28 and Serena suffers a miscarriage. She works through her pain by working days and nights at The Spectator, avoiding life with Dan, and ignoring calls and messages from her family.

She winds up staying late on a Friday night, not wanting to go home and not having anywhere to be. Nate has a business call with China anyway, so she figures her presence wouldn't hurt. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a stroller enter the office, followed by her best friend.

"Blair, what are you doing here?" Serena asks, immediately standing. She gestures for Blair to take a seat on the visitor's couch nearby and sits down across from her.

"Nate called, said you hadn't left the office yet."

Serena spares a glance at Nate's office and observes his head bent down and focused on the reports on his desk. He appears every inch the hard working man behind the company, but in this moment, Serena will not be fooled. She's known him for far too long to be deceived by his pretense; Blair's visit is intentional and one hundred percent at Nate's insistence.

"It's late, you and Henry should be in bed," Serena chides softly.

"Henry and I are fine; we're just taking in some night air. I'm more worried about you, to be honest. Shouldn't you be at home with your live-in boyfriend?" Blair asks, never missing a beat.

"I've got deadlines to work on," Serena replies, "besides, Dan left on a business trip this morning." Her tone is light, but her eyes flash a silent warning to her friend of things she doesn't want to talk about. Unfortunately, Blair doesn't bite.

"Italy with Georgina hardly counts as business. He's your boyfriend, S, almost-fiancé, really. You can hardly let him go off gallivanting with that woman."

"I really don't want to talk about this, Blair."

"Fine, then let's talk about how you haven't been over since Chuck and I brought Henry home from the hospital. I know how hurt you are, but I can't help but feel like you're mad at me for…"

"Having something that I lost?" Serena finishes for her. Blair nods and the two fall silent.

"Can I hold him?" Serena asks. Without hesitation, Blair lifts him from his stroller and gently places him in Serena's arms. "I'm not mad, Blair, I swear. And it's nearly impossible to not want to be with this little one all the time," Serena tells her. "I'll be better, I promise."

"We're going to raise our family together, S. Life just can't end up any other way," Blair says. Her tone is all knowing and Serena feels all doubt leave her heart.

Looking up from Henry, she sees that Nate has moved from his desk to lean against the door of his office. There's a look in his eye as he watches them and she can't quite decipher what it means, but offers him a smile when he comes to sit next to her. Nate peers down to look at the baby, at the way Serena's long hair curls towards Henry's tiny fists, and he's transfixed at the sight.

"My two best friends and my baby boy," Blair whispers softly.

In the back of her mind, a picture begins to form.

Blair can almost see her future exactly the way she wants it to be.

++

The summer after Lily marries Bart, Serena and Blair continue to reaffirm their friendship in the Hampton's at Cece's house. The option of fresh fruit, mimosas, and beaches on a daily basis sustains them well into July, until the heat becomes unbearable. They lounge in chaises on the front porch, dissect the latest gossip news from Manhattan, and avoid all topics of Dan Humphrey and Chuck Bass.

It doesn't last very long.

Serena insists that Dan has to be the love of her life, the "be all to end all". Blair isn't so sure, so she can't point fingers when her own heart yearns for someone she never imagined herself being with.

"How did this year get so fucked up?" Blair asks one evening. They've set up camp on the beach, roasting marshmallows in front of a bonfire. The sun sets in the distance and for a brief moment, there's a cool breeze coming up off the water. "I came into the school year thinking that Nate and I were going to be together forever, that I would never see you again, let alone be your friend, and that Chuck was… well, Chuck."

"Expect the unexpected," Serena replies, "I heard a teacher say that in one of my classes. It couldn't be any truer."

"Well, if that's the case, then maybe I can hope for a happily ever after for myself. Expect the unexpected? Well, Chuck is the last person I expected."

"So is Dan."

Blair glances at her best friend, watches the way the embers flicker from the flames, and refocuses her attention on her marshmallow stick.

"He's going to break my heart," Blair says softly. Serena reaches out to grasp her arm, offering a slight squeeze of comfort and support.

"He's going to break mine too."

++

A few months before their first year at Constance, Serena and Blair decide to indulge in their childhood activities one last time before entering young adulthood and all it may entail. They ride the carousel at Central Park, watch the sea lions feed at the zoo, and wander through the biggest toy store in Times Square. After sharing an extra large frozen hot chocolate at Serendipity's, they end up at Serena's, blasting Hilary Duff from the expensive stereo system Klaus had bought to impress the kids, and invading Lily's closet.

"When I grow up, I want to be just like my mother," Blair says, removing an elegant navy blue dress off its hanger. She carefully slides on the dress, adjusts the capped sleeves, and loops a belt around her waist to keep the dress from falling. She takes the white feathered boa from the top of a box, and moves to the jewelry stand to pick out the best pieces.

"I don't think I want to be anything like mine," Serena retorts. She flips her blonde hair from one shoulder to the other and pulls out a sequined mini skirt. She roughly shimmies into the skirt, grabs a pair of platform heels, and moves to stand beside Blair. They look at each other in the mirror and grin at the sight.

"We're going to be like this when we grow up, S. Exactly like this," Blair says, arm on her hip, as though posing for a camera. "We'll be rich and stylish, with the smartest husbands and the prettiest daughters."

"Our daughters will be best friends, of course. We can live in the same building, that way we'll just be an elevator ride apart."

"I can't wait to see where we end up," Blair smiles, all teeth and every inch the young girl she's allowing herself to be for one last day.

"Enjoy the show as it happens, B. If my mother is any indication, one day we're going to be old and wrinkly and never as happy as we are in this moment."

Blair wrinkles her nose at Serena's jaded attitude. It's in that moment she makes a promise to herself; one she would do her best to keep. It will be her mission to make sure that the two of them, through the many years to come, will make it out happy in the end.

She's positive she can make it happen.

Fin.

fic: of all the times you've needed me, i know this must be one of them.

sugarpromises — Thu, 17 Oct 2013 04:14:55 GMT

Title: Of All the Times You’ve Needed Me, I Know This Must be One of Them
Author: sugarpromises
Fandom: Arrow
Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, and John Diggle
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Hold your breath
Timeline/Spoilers: Through 2x01. Set sometime in the future.
Word Count: 1348
Summary: This ambush has nothing to do with his green hood and everything to do with being a Queen.

The first time Felicity gets shot, it's fast and hard, and completely out of Oliver's control.

He watches from across the ballroom as Diggle hauls her up from the floor, like a broken doll, and stashes her behind pieces of a fractured table. Weapon in hand, Diggle takes down the assailants closest to him but more seem to flood in. The mixture of screams and gunfire surround the room, increasing until the chandeliers that hang high above them explode like fireworks. As the shards of glass rain down, Oliver's fingers twitch to reach for his quiver.

"Help!" he can hear people moving around him, crying out in agony.

Oliver moves quickly, between the bullets and falling bodies, but can't get past the middle of the room. His hand starts to move hand to his ear, hoping to catch a second of what's happening with Diggle and Felicity, but freezes when he realizes that this is not a mission gone wrong. His team is not linked up with comms and he is not equipped with arrows to take down his enemies.

This ambush has nothing to do with his green hood and everything to do with being a Queen.

"Ollie!" he hears a cry from his left. Automatically, he reaches for his sister and brings her as close to the ground they can get. He tries his best to maneuver them behind a pillar, hoping they remain unnoticed. He feels a tightness in his chest as Thea takes shelter in his arms, fingernails digging into his shoulders. Out of the corner of his eye, he tries to keep a close watch on Felicity, but her body is crumpled in a heap on the floor. Oliver can only catch a glimpse of her satin blue dress, its stillness a drastic change from the way it moved with him on the dance floor. He spies Diggle stripping off his jacket, moving to hover over Felicity; the panic in his face is as clear the blood on his sleeves.

Only when the last bullet rings out and the police start to move in, does Oliver become aware that he's been holding his breath the entire time.

+++

Felicity's recovery is slow and slight, and the worst kind of contrast from their everyday lives.

Three days after the ambush, she wakes up to an exhausted Diggle and an over alert Oliver by her side; Diggle keeps a steady hold of her hand while Oliver paces around the room. The contrasts in the men are enough to make her head spin, if the drugs weren't already doing their job. Apparently, the gunmen were hitting homes of the rich all across Starling City and lucked out when they realized the Queen mansion was holding a benefit.

"There's no way we could have predicted they were coming," Diggle says, a hint of an apology at the tip of his tongue.

"This will never happen again," Oliver vows. He finally stands still long enough for Felicity to reach out and uncurl his fist. Her fingers flutter over his wrist and the steadiness of his pulse is all she remembers as she drifts back to sleep.

Felicity spends a week in the hospital and a week at Diggle's, with Oliver occasionally stopping by at night and sitting with her until dawn. Her time with Diggle is split between napping at odd times of the day and entertaining his nephew A.J., who comes over after school. Mostly, she just watches the way Diggle moves around his space, comfortable but not quite at ease. He's never more than three steps away and hovers like a mother hen when he worries A.J. is too rambunctious.

"I'm probably okay enough to go home, Digg," she tells him.

"I'd rather have you here," he says, a slight edge to his voice. He leaves the hallway light on when it gets dark out and his bedroom door open, just in case.

When Felicity finally is okay enough to go home, Diggle spends the first two nights on her couch under the pretense of wanting to catch the latest drama series on cable television. She calls his bluff on the third night and kicks him out, only to wake up the next morning to Oliver in her room. He vacates her armchair and stands next to the bed. She wants to be surprised, but really, she's not.

"You can't tag-team the invalid," she protests. She pushes off the covers, wincing when she stretches more than she anticipates. Immediately, Oliver's arm shoots out, frames her body and holds her up as she slides out of bed.

"Keep calling yourself an invalid and we may never stop," he chides her, voice softer than usual. He moves his hand so that it's splayed across her back and suddenly, the heat of his palm seeping through her tank top is all she can focus on. She sucks in a breath as his other arm grips her by the elbow, and slowly, he walks her to the bathroom. When they get there, she turns sharply to keep him from going in any further.

"You and Digg are going to have to relax a little and start remembering that I lived through this," she tells him. It's hard to keep the emotion out of her voice when he looks at her; but this tilt in their threesome, this slant that has caused her boys to fret, worry, and hover, must be readjusted.

"You have to realize, Digg and me…" he pauses then and takes a deep breath, "… we're still living through this."

Oliver's confession pulls at her heart and when he starts to move away, she grabs a hold of his wrist to pull him back in. Closing her eyes, she feels a light kiss on the crown of her head before he tucks her securely into his arms. In a different light they could be dancing; on another night, they were. Fingers rubbing his wrist, she calmly realigns herself with the steadiness of his pulse.

It takes another two weeks before Oliver stops sleeping in her armchair and starts sleeping in her bed.

+++

The change in their relationship is subtle and noticed by no one, except for Diggle, of course.

He has watched his partners in crime circle around each other for the last two years, it only makes sense that their feelings would eventually spill over beyond their control. Seeing them finally balance each other out, soothes the slight agitation he's been feeling ever since the shooting.

When Felicity is well enough to go back to work, she also insists on heading to the basement of Verdant. Diggle and Oliver listen to her lament about her poor unattended computers and are forced to leave her alone so that she could make the necessary upgrades and adjustments. Oliver never strays too far, his eyes always going back to make sure she's right where they left her.

It's then that Oliver decides to tell him things Diggle already knows, has known from the start, really, and never need to be said. Nonetheless, he appreciates the sentiment.

"I wasn't there that night, I couldn't get to her. And I can spend the rest of my life hating myself for it, punishing myself, but I think I'll just be grateful to you instead. For saving her life."

"She survived that night, Oliver. And so did you," he says.

"So did we," Oliver corrects him. Diggle nods and allows their conversation to drift back to cleaning up the streets of Starling City. At a quarter to midnight, Felicity emerges from her station and Oliver immediately takes to her side. He stills his breath for a moment as he watches Felicity gather her things; even though her face shows a slight fatigue, her eyes still shine bright.

"I'm okay," she promises him and grins at Diggle, who can't help but smile back. Oliver's breathing returns to normal, just in time to respond to Felicity's lips. He touches the back of her neck, before he takes her hand and leads her out of the basement, with Diggle close behind.

Fin.

fic: of wishes and dreams (and all attainable things)

sugarpromises — Mon, 08 Jul 2013 00:17:31 GMT

Title: Of Wishes and Dreams ( and All Attainable Things)
Author: sugarpromises
Fandom: Parenthood
Characters: Adam Braverman/Kristina Braverman
Rating: PG 13
Prompt: Hold on, to me as we go as we roll down this unfamiliar road
Timeline: Season 4
Word Count: 933
Summary: In the midst of this chaos, Adam wishes for silence. He wishes for stillness and Kristina wishes for life.
Author's Note: Written for lapiccolina. I can't find the link from where she requested it, but I know it exists. This is my first time writing Parenthood, so be gentle!

The days roll into one another, each as chaotic as the last. Adam thought that having one less kid in the house would mellow life out; but life, the one he built with Kristina (the one he dreamed he'd build forever with Kristina) was changing and it was changing fast.

Doctor appointments, school interviews, puppies and kids fall into succession like rapid firework. They come at him, one after another, a new crisis like a burst of light and flame. There's barely a moment to breathe, let alone think, and the drumming beat of everyday life starts to grate on his nerves. In the midst of this chaos, Adam wishes for silence.

He wishes for stillness and Kristina wishes for life.

+

Every morning Kristina stands at the kitchen counter and soaks in the movement around her. She watches Max leave for school and it takes everything in her not to call him back to play hooky for the day. She reads Haddie's morning text and busies herself around the kitchen to keep from jumping in a car and driving out to Cornell. She moves Nora from one hip to the other and bites her tongue from whispering, "I'm going to miss you the most."

When she wakes up to an "on" day, she lets Adam's family visit. Camille, Sarah, Julia and Jasmine cram into her living room with nothing but smiles and laughter. She doesn't know how they managed to be free from work and responsibility for a day, but she is joyful in their presence.

"And so I end up in the middle of the dance floor with this fool and I'm absolutely mortified… turned me off school dances for the rest of the year."

"Better a dance floor than a bar."

"A bar at least has provisions: tequila, gin, three dollar shots special--"

"-- a bull-riding competition?"

The sounds of their voices warm her like a summer day. They exchange stories back and forth like girls at a slumber party, friends destined to live out the rest of their lives together. But soon her time is up and she feels her eyes getting heavy with sleep. The chatter simmers and the next thing she knows, she wakes up with an afghan on her shoulder and a steaming cup of tea on the coffee table.

She lifts her head from the couch to look out the window. The sun shines bright in the Californian afternoon as Kristina views the scene before her: Camille, walking arm in arm with Sarah, and Julia hugging Jasmine before they get into their cars. She can't hear them but knows from experience, that the promises of phone calls and texts are shared before they finally part ways.

Kristina watches the last Braverman leave her driveway and she wishes for one more day.

+

"Hi Mom, I'm just calling to let you know that I'm five weeks into chemo. Things are going just as planned, well, the doctors are very positive. Adam's family has been very kind, I mean, crazy at times, but really good to me. And Adam… Adam's been a constant surprise. Anyway, Max is enjoying school; he's doing this really great thing with his presidential candidacy. Nora's been fussy but I remember Haddie being the same way at that age. Speaking of Haddie… I spent hours arguing with her the other night. She wanted to move back home to be closer… I guess she takes after me, wanting to be close to her mom."

Kristina takes a pause and closes her eyes. She waits for a response but all she hears is the beeping of the answering machine telling her that once again, her time is up.

+

At night time, Adam stretches his arm over her body and whispers new promises in her ear. She smiles at the sweet adventures he'd conjure into existence even if they exist only in their minds.

"The secluded beaches of Vietnam sound exotic, don't they? Or maybe one of the many remote islands in Thailand," Adam says, "we could have our own little boat, travel from port to port..."

"I can practically hear the waves," she replies.

But the dreams only last for so long before reality settles in and they think about what they are facing. Dreams can't measure up to fear and the chance that their future, the one Kristina spent all her life dreaming about, could go in a direction she's not ready for.

"Nora's first ballet recital," Kristina whispers quietly. She shuts her eyes but the tears come pouring out, "her first day of school, graduation, Haddie's wedding, her kids, Max… Max…" she doesn't finish her thought.

There are far too many moments to count and knowing she could miss each one burns her heart.

+

The first week of remission is a whirlwind of a different kind. The days roll into one another, each as enthusiastic as the last. Adam revels in the energetic tumble of their night to day-day to night kind of life; and life, the one he built with Kristina (the one he knows he'll build forever and ever with Kristina) will continue to change the way he sees fit.

Adoption ceremonies, baby announcements, puppies and kids fall into succession. Adam takes them as they come. There are infinite moments to smile and laugh, and the renewal of everyday life kick starts his heart. In the midst of celebration, Adam whisks Kristina away on the adventure he's spent nights carving into their imaginations.

It's everything she wished it would be and her heart flutters in a new way, in the best way.

Fin.

twenty-five.

sugarpromises — Sun, 25 Dec 2011 14:39:03 GMT

Merry Christmas lovelys. Wishing you a very safe and warm holiday filled with family, fandom, and fic.

xoxo

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holiday specials.

sugarpromises — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 03:12:04 GMT

Dear Yuletide Author,

First of all, THANK YOU so much for signing up and taking on my prompt. I am sure I will love whatever you write me and I am excited for Christmas this year! Second of all, I am so sorry for not putting up this letter sooner! I just got my internet hooked up last night, so now I'm good to go! I wrote little prompts when I signed up, I thought I'd also post something here.

Community
I loved the episode of Annie moving in with Troy and Abed. Abed and Troy have the best BFF and their adoration for Annie is endearing. The term "our Annie" sticks out in my mind, so I would love to read something about the three of them living together. A three-way kind of BFFs. As I had mentioned in my sign-up form, maybe something ordinary and everyday, but Abed/Troy's version vs Annie's version.

How I Met Your Mother
Before the last episode, I wrote my prompt as: How do they all realize that they can't just hang out in the bar as friends? I think that still stands, but it's up to your interpretation and whether or not you want to include the cliffhanger. Other way, I know I will love your story.

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World
Wallace and Knives are my two favourite people in the movie, so having an obscure story about a gay semi-narcissist and a 16 year old catholic girl will be amazing. For example, how does Wallace know that Knives is too good for Scott? Maybe Scott's not around and the two of them bond.

New Girl
Winston comes home for a visit to see a semi-functional roommate situation. I love the show's quirks and characters, I love the guy's fierce loyalty and aggravation for Jess. You can take the prompt or go in any direction you want, but I would love some roommate BFF goodness.

So that's that. Thank you again!! I am psyched to read whatever you write for me!

Love,
sugarpromises

fic: your sort of human being.

sugarpromises — Sun, 02 Jan 2011 22:27:20 GMT

Title: Your Sort of Human Being
Author: sugarpromises
Fandom: Roswell
Characters: Liz Parker, Max Evans, Kyle Valenti, et. al
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Their flight was more about the friendship and less about the departure. They were together more often than not, but now with the danger at hand, they’re more scattered than they ever were.
Author's Note: First post can be found here. This was written for femmenoire for Yuletide 2010. Writing this fandom really took me back. Oh, my youth. How I loved this show back then.

March 23rd. Happiness is fleeting. I’m Liz Parker, but nobody knows that any more.

*

It’s over a year after graduation and Liz Parker finds herself on the East coast. She’s alone for the moment, but she knows that’ll change by the end of the night. It varies how they travel these days; they can’t be too sure who to trust. A group of people become suspicious when crossing state lines; it’ll be more suspicious when they make it to the border.

It’s still cool in Pennsylvania, but she welcomes the fresh air. She misses the desert sometimes, the way she misses her youth. The past few months have forced her to grow up and face her life in a way she’s never done before. The ring on her finger bounds her to one man, but lately she feels disconnected from him. Some days are better than others; some days are wasted away in silence.

It’s when Maria goes missing, she feels her final undoing.

*

It started out feeling like a vacation. A quick detour to a small chapel where she and Max were married and it all seemed like a honeymoon. Their flight was more about the friendship and less about the departure. They were together more often than not, but now with the danger at hand, they’re more scattered than they ever were.

Isabel and Michael haven’t been back in three weeks. Sometimes Kyle travels with them, but he’s mostly been sticking around her and Max. She thinks something went down between him and the alien princess, but she’s never approached the subject. It’s when Kyle’s with them that Max disappears into the night. One night he leaves and a few days later he’s back.

“I never thought we’d ever end up here,” Liz tells Kyle one night. Max has left the morning before and won’t be back for another day. The three of them have moved beyond Pennsylvania and into Connecticut. Tonight her hair is black, while his is blond; she is Angela, while he is Matt. They’re just outside of the Harvard campus where there are students walking in pairs, so they fit right in.

“It must be the end of finals, there are people everywhere getting ready to party,” Kyle comments. The noise is refreshing to her, and she suddenly feels a surge of energy.

“Come on,” she grabs his hand and starts dragging him to the bar across the street.

“Liz, we probably shouldn’t--”

“Why not?” she blinks up at him, her real name sounds so foreign to her ears, “This is what we’d be doing now anyway if things were different.”

They end up in the dark corner on the side furthest from the juke box. Liz remembers Maria and the way she sings, so she orders shots of tequila for the both of them until the only voice she hears are hers and Kyle’s.

“I don’t see her anymore,” she tells him, leaning her head on his shoulder. The room spins but her visions are clear. Their future is something she can’t predict anymore. “I try but there’s nothing there and I’m afraid it means she’s gone. Or that I’m gone. And all I want to be is human again.”

“You are human.”

“Only when you remind me. No one else does.”

Later that night, she wakes up in bed, groggy and weak. He brushes her hair away from her face and presses his lips against her cool cheek. She says a name, not sure if it’s the right one. Sometimes it takes a while for her to remember the names, true or not.

She thinks she hears him say, “It’ll be okay,” but she falls back asleep before she hears anything else.

She doesn’t know why but he’s suddenly become the anchor in her life, unconditional and strong. More often than not, she’s turning to him when Max is away. Sometimes they have a hotel room and sometimes they hide in the back of the van. She doesn’t mind because it’s the company that matters.

But she finds herself missing Max when he’s gone for the night. Mostly, she finds that she misses herself.

*

Nearly four years ago, Max saved my life. He said that he loved me and I was his destiny. This is what our lives are now, running from who we are and what we know. Becoming a different person in a different city for every week of the year... I’m not sure if this can be called destiny. Alex is dead, Maria is missing. They’re everything to me and now they’re gone.

Sometimes I feel myself fading too.

*

Lately at night, she’s back at the Crashdown Cafe. An endless amount of memories in pictures are laid out on the counter before her. She remembers living those moments: dress up in the attic, childhood laughter, trips to the south. A flash happens and suddenly there’s clanging in the kitchen and somebody singing in the break room. It sounds like Maria, but she’s not quite sure anymore. Another flash and somebody is sitting beside her.

“I keep trying to see if I can touch her in my dream, but all I seem to find it you.”

“Oddly enough, I don’t really see that as a bad thing, Liz,” Alex says. Her name has never sounded so warm. “Didn’t think you were grooving the alien side so much,” he comments.

“She’s here, I know she is. I should be able to find her; she’s my best friend, my sister. I found you, didn’t I?”

“You’ll always find me because I’m always a part of you, just like I’m a part of Isabel and a part of Maria. We can’t ever really be gone,” he assures her. The singing grows louder from the back and Liz can’t shake it off.

“Do you remember the trip to see Madam Vivian?”

“Maria sang the entire way there and ranted the entire way back.”

“She was singing this song, don’t you remember?” she asks, “this is her, Alex. She’s here!”

Her declaration cuts off all noise. Alex is speaking to her, but she can’t hear his words. She reaches out to clasp his fingers but he moves into the distance. She sees his echoes and feels his sound, but nothing is registering as sound. A flash and she catches the side of blonde hair.

She wakes up alone.

*

Michael shows up one day, when they make a stop in Maine just before the border. She hasn’t seen him since Tennessee, but watches him carefully as he speaks to Max for the first time in months. They’re last encounter was volcanic, which resulted in the separation in the first place. She wonders what this one will bring.

“She’s not dead,” she thinks she hears him say. She hears enough.

*

Isabel returns three days later and her heart hums with adrenaline. There’s a plan in the works, she knows there has to be. The dynamic of the road changes again, now that there are five people in the van once more. One night, she sits beside Michael while they station the van in an abandoned loading dock just before the Canadian border.

“Do you see her?” she asks him, a little anxious and not at all sure he would understand what she means. “I can only hear her, everywhere I go, everything I do, I can only hear her.”

“I’ve seen her. Once, in a mess of lights and armour, but I know it’s her and I know she’s there,” Michael tells her. “Isabel’s seen her too. Max shouldn’t have left her behind.”

“No, he shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have either.”

*

They come to a standstill, the happy couple. It’s been building up since Tennessee and intensifying since Connecticut. Max is respecting her space and the anger she realizes is radiating from her body. No wonder he’s tentative to the touch.

They’re alone now; she doesn’t know where the others are. She’s sitting by the window writing to the journal in her mind, since they can’t afford to have written evidence of their existence lying around. Max is watching her from the other side of their hotel room. She sees his reflection in the window she feels sixteen again, waiting for him at the Crashdown, waiting for him to come and kiss her senseless.

She’s waiting to feel like herself again.

He moves towards her, taking her into his arms. Automatically, she feels solid and real, and whatever she’s been holding on to starts to fade away. She kisses him, fiercely, the first passionate contact she’s had in months and he kisses her back just as strongly. It feels like forgiveness.

A loud crash breaks them apart; they turn just in time to see Michael and Kyle bring a limp body into the room, wrapped in blankets, as Isabel follows from behind. Max immediately jumps into saviour mode, and helps lay the body on the bed. Liz rushes towards them, but Kyle makes a grab for her, pushing her away.

“Let them do it,” he tells her, his voice barely above a whisper into her ear. It takes another minute or two, but she hears her name being called and for the first time in ten months, there’s meaning behind it.

“Liz.”

Maria’s voice is quiet and exactly like the one that’s been haunting her all this time. She lets go of Kyle and climbs into bed, gently wrapping herself around Maria’s weak limbs. She’s familiar to the touch, and the kind of humanity she’s been looking for in the world, in herself.

She starts to remember what this flight was originally about.

*

A vacation is far from their minds, though they are probably in need of one. They pass through customs with ease, and find themselves in a little town just at the edge of New Brunswick. There is snow on the ground, three feet more than the night before, and there are lights all around.

Liz is in the backseat with Max, hands clasped, wedding bands linked. Maria is curled up in Michael’s arms just in front of her, while Kyle drives through the night as Isabel dozes in the passenger seat. He catches her eye through the rear view mirror.

“Thank you,” she mouths to him. She’s not sure if he knows for what, if he remembers the promise he made her of everything being okay. But he gives her a short nod and turns his eyes back to the road.

Everything will be okay.

*

It’s December 24th. I’m Liz Parker, but nobody knows that any more, nobody except for the five other people in this van. It’s not destiny, it’s a choice, and as long as they never forget, I never will.

Fin.

book list 2011.

sugarpromises — Sun, 02 Jan 2011 22:14:52 GMT

I've definitely for sure joined 50bookchallenge this year. With this on my back, plus the fact that beforetv is awesome and I'm going to try to join in their monthly books, I hope I can complete this challenge. Here's to the next 50 books! I'll try to make posts about what I'm reading throughout this challenge ;)

BOOKS READ IN 2011 (Updated April 22, 2011)

Hector and the Search for Happiness; François Lelord
No One Belongs Here More Than You; Miranda July
The Cheese Monkeys; Chip Kidd

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santa's gonna come and make you mine this christmas.

sugarpromises — Sat, 25 Dec 2010 03:29:57 GMT

It's Christmas Eve, I'm wrapping (and buying) gifts and wishing for nothing but a warm bed. Who else besides me had to work a full day? Hmm... maybe I'll have some tea and cookies before sleep.

happy holidays love faces;
Warmest wishes for you all this weekend.
Hope you get what you've been hoping for this year.

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fic: when everything goes red.

sugarpromises — Tue, 21 Dec 2010 04:14:29 GMT

Title: When Everything Goes Red
Author: sugarpromises
Fandom: General Hospital
Characters: Maxie Jones, Patrick Drake
Rating: PG 13
Prompt: Breakable
Timeline: Summer 2008. After Maxie sleeps with Spinelli the first time.
Word Count: 748
Summary: The sight of her clinging to the ground is unsettling, but he doesn’t dare disturb her state. He’s seen what shock looks like on Maxie and worries that one wrong move could lead her there.
Author's Note: Completed for day seven of the 12 Days of Christmas. An unclaimed day, but I took apart and reassembled a disaster of a piece I thought would be a "Five Things" fic. It's not, so it's really now just a bunch of nonsense.

Patrick walks through the park, hoping the shortcut would get him to Robin’s apartment faster. It’s been a long week, and he hopes to spend most of his free weekend with her, even if she doesn’t know it yet. Like every other day, Patrick turns the corner towards the steps of the clearing. Unlike every other day, he stops abruptly at the sight before him. A blonde woman draped across the park steps, arms stretched and unmoving.

“Maxie! No, no, no... Maxie...” Instinct kicks in as he rushes to her side, carefully kneeling to her side. Her eyes are open, to his relief, but he places his fingers on her neck nonetheless.

“Maxie, can you hear me?” he questions the girl. The sight of her clinging to the ground is unsettling, but he doesn’t dare disturb her state. He’s seen what shock looks like on Maxie and worries that one wrong move could lead her there.

“This is all wrong,” she says in a voice that’s nearly lost in the wind. Relief pours through him at the response, though it’s quickly replaced by concern.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he scans her body for any signs of injury or harm, blood or broken bones, but doesn’t see anything physically different about her. “Did someone do something to you? Maxie, help me out here--”

She shakes her head, as best as she can. Her hands start to tremble, but she makes no motion to sit up and move away from the pavement steps. “It was me, I did the doing.”

Seeing that this was getting them nowhere, Patrick makes the decision and puts his hand gently on her back. “Let’s get you out of here. I was on my way to Robin’s--”

“No! I can’t... she can’t see me,” she stops him, panicked at the thought.

“Okay, okay,” he reassures her, “I’ll take you somewhere else.”

He helps her to her feet, her legs as shaky as her voice sounded. Wrapping his blazer around her tiny body, the two of them move away from the park. He takes her to his apartment, cold and unfamiliar, the result of abandonment and of Patrick spending more time at Robin’s. Still, he leads Maxie inside and sits her down. She’s less despondent than before, but still so unlike her usual demeanor.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call Robin? She’s so much better equipped with things like this,” he says, moving around the apartment, trying to figure out what to do. Finally, he prepares a warm cup of tea and sets it on the side table.

“I slept with Spinelli.” Her voice is quiet, but firm. There is no mistaking the certainty and sorrow in her tone. “I always do these things... mess everything and everyone up. So, why am I the one that always get to live?”

His heart breaks; he prays to the heavens that his child would never have to feel the pain Maxie has felt over the losses in her life. He has seen this guilt in Robin. Sometimes it dissipates quickly, but sometimes it broods over them like a thick blanket and there’s nothing he can do about it. So, he takes a seat on ottoman by his couch and listens.

“I slept with the one person I shouldn’t have, breaking one of the best things in my life. And now... now, it just means that nothing good came out of Georgie’s death. It was something I could hold on to, my friendship with Spinelli, some strange beyond the grave kind of gift or something.”

Patrick opens his mouth to respond, but Maxie beats him to it. “You don’t have to say anything to make this better. I’m sure there’s nothing that even remotely comes to mind,” she says, but he doesn’t agree.

“Our baby was conceived the day of Georgie’s funeral,” he offers her. “Maybe that’s a gift you should hold on to. I know I do,” he tells her, his voice honest and unwavering. Maxie smiles at the thought and closes her eyes. She opens them again when she realizes something.

“You said ‘our’,” she says, “as in you and Robin.”

“I did,” Patrick responds, not the least bit hesitant. They sit in silence for a while, but Maxie finds it oddly comforting. Her eyelids feel heavy as she moves to lie across the couch. Patrick reaches for the yellow afghan to cover her.

“Patrick?”

“Yeah?”

“You can call Robin now.”

Fin.

fic: in the key of e.

sugarpromises — Mon, 20 Dec 2010 07:22:18 GMT

Title: In The Key Of E
Author: sugarpromises
Fandom: Everwood
Characters: Ephram Brown
Rating: PG 13
Prompt: Balloons
Word Count: 580
Summary: These days, Ephram doesn’t know what he’s running on.
Author's Note: Completed for day six of the 12 Days of Christmas. An unclaimed post, but written and finally finished for empressearwig who might be slowly getting her happy ending. Finishing this and posting my Yuletide fic?! All in one night?? I'm on fire!!!!

These days, Ephram doesn’t know what he’s running on. Sometimes he thinks it’s the angular trends of Bach, a partita of notions to come to terms with. Other times, he thinks it’s the turbulent motion of Liszt running through his brain and running him out of town. He makes the mistake of mentioning this to Delia before he leaves and isn’t all that surprised at her reply.

“Don’t be stupid. You’re just running away again.” She pouts the same pout she gave when he left for New York one summer – their first time apart – but hands him a bag of drinks and treats for the road.

“What do I tell her when she calls?” Delia asks him.

“She won’t.”

*

Ephram drives through all nine Beethoven symphonies and a handful of concertos. The rondos keep him grounded; the constant returns reminding him of things he knows he shouldn’t ever forget.

(Everwood will always be home, Amy is the love of his life, and he will never meet his son.)

*

It’s his third day on the road and he’s sick of the inside of his car. It’s too late for a hotel, not that he’s seen one in the last five hours on this stretch of the road, but a tractor light catches his attention and he knows a house is nearby.

“What brings you to these parts of town?” The lady who answers the door is chunky and could kill him in one step, he’s sure of it.

“I’m not sure,” he says stupidly. Honestly, but stupidly. She studies him, careful and brutal, and for the longest minute Ephram is sure she’d throw him out. She doesn’t and lets him stay the weekend. He plays on her slightly off key piano and is not surprised at the noise, but at his music. Before, he could sit at any piano and melodies would automatically ring out. These days, all he hears are chords, destructive in their diminished way, with no real direction or destiny.

On Monday, when he sees that his car has been moved from the back of the farm to the front yard, he knows he’s overstayed his welcome. There are no resolutions in his compositions, why should this be any different.

*

It takes him another four days to find a new town, one with streets and houses and hotels. He stumbles into the small county, feeling connected to the name. Like it’s been repeating in the back of his mind, a constant drone distracting him from moving on with his life.

After checking into a hotel, he stops by a convenient store along the way where balloons in the corner catch his eye. With the image of blond hair and hazel eyes in his mind, he buys the whole stand full. He starts to walk through the various neighbourhoods that remind him of home.

After an hour goes by, he realizes that it’s the fourth time he’s passed by this house. There’s a porch swing and a red tricycle, and it’s the fourth time he’s strained to see past the fence and into the backyard where the laughter is coming from. It’s the fourth time his heart skips a beat and the fourth time he thinks of his son.

(This is essentially a lie because there isn’t a moment in which his son isn’t in the back of his mind.)

In the end, he ties the handful of balloons to the front gate and walks away.

Fin.

fic: baby, you can't see a target or a tragedy.

sugarpromises — Sun, 19 Dec 2010 06:15:14 GMT

Title: Baby, You Can't See a Target or a Tragedy
Author: sugarpromises
Fandom: General Hospital
Characters: Maxie Jones, Lucky Spencer
Rating: PG 13
Prompt: But now the memories of the man are haunting her days / And the craving never fades / She's still dreaming of the man long forgiven / But not forgotten
Word Count: 611
Summary: Tonight could be messy, but with Lucky Spencer, things always are.
Author's Note: Completed (late!!) for day five of the 12 Days of Christmas. Written for empressearwig who deserves better than this silliness I've created.

It’s a late summer night, the air heavy with rain and humidity. Maxie Jones saunters into Jake’s, fresh from her last disaster and ready for the next one. Coleman is never surprised. He gestures her to take a seat at the bar and asks for her order.

“A double shot.”

“Of what, darlin’.”

“Anything,” she says, but changes her mind, “everything.” It’s not really a choice, but nothing’s been really working in her favour anyway. It’s nights like these that she feels raw and vulnerable. There’s a humming in her head that’s fighting so much with the aching in her heart. She needs a movement to silent it all.

She sees him out of the corner of her eye, off of his latest shift and into his third beer. She takes her drink from Coleman and moves to his table, crossing her legs so that they extend towards his line of sight.

“Bad night?” she asks him.

“Something like that. You?” Lucky tilts his drink towards hers.

“Story of my life.” She downs her alcohol and signals Coleman for the next one. Tonight could be messy, but with Lucky Spencer, things always are.

*

“You have a way about you, Maxie Jones,” his familiar voice interrupts her coffee break. It’s a warm September afternoon and the leaves have already started to fall. She and Lucky have been hanging out all summer, but like everything else in life, with autumn comes change.

“It’s the Jimmy Choo’s,” she responds with a smile.

“I’m sure it’s more than that.” Lucky takes the empty seat next to her. “You didn’t stop by last night.”

“There’s only so many times a girl can lose at the game of Life,” Maxie says, hesitant in her words and their double meaning. “Matt took me out last night; he finally managed a day off work.”

“So, that’s what’s different about you.”

“Not just that,” she corrects him, “I said yes when he asked me to marry him.” She moves her hand and he sees the ring on her finger he can’t believe he had missed before.

“He’s a good man.”

“I know,” Maxie replies, reaching out to clasp his fingers. “You are too.”

*

Nothing ever goes the way it’s supposed to. Neither her head nor her heart ever allow for such happy endings. It’s the second wedding she’s planning for herself, and the second time she feels apprehensive. She remembers a time when they were little, when Georgie used to ask who she wanted to marry and be with forever and ever.

For Maxie, there was only ever one answer.

*

She leaves Port Charles with two dead boyfriends, a non-husband, and an ex-fiancé under her belt. She never knows where to put Lucky in the grand scheme of things. With everything that’s happened, she should have a clearer picture, but the last few months have muddled her mind. He’s confused her heart to pieces.

The flight is quick and easy, a heavy contrast from her decision to leave home in the first place. She stares out the window for most of the time, rubbing her ringless wedding finger, trying not to think about what she was leaving behind. When she gets to the apartment that has been set up for her, there’s a blinking light from the answering machine.

“If you think this is for the best, I’ll let it be. I’m sorry things always end up this way, Max.”

She never knows where to put Lucky in the grand scheme of things, but when she finds herself alone in an empty house, in a brand new city, she thinks she knows exactly where he belongs.

Fin

fic: seasoned lovers.

sugarpromises — Tue, 14 Dec 2010 04:54:36 GMT

Title: Seasoned Lovers
Author: sugarpromises
Fandom: All My Children
Characters: Jake Martin, Amanda Dillon
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 939
Timeline: Circa 2009. After Amanda moves in, but before the ILYs and the baby is born.
Summary: She’s careful around him, he realizes, quieter if not, distant, in their moments together.
Author's Note: Completed for day four of the 12 Days of Christmas. This was an unclaimed post, so I thought I'd finish my Jake/Amanda story. Dude, this was 939 words. Yuletide isn't as crazy to me anymore.

Her movements are slower now. It’s not just her expanding body... there’s something holding her back, keeping her mind occupied. He finds her in deep thought, not paying attention to their telenovelas, not eating all of her food. She’s careful around him, he realizes, quieter if not, distant, in their moments together.

She rises early in the morning, evading and avoiding his presence she used to welcome. Their kisses burn fresh in his mind, but he’s a sensitive man. If she wants space, then he’ll do his best to give it to her. He leaves home and she’s already gone; going about her day, separate from his life. He wishes for her lovely face exiting the elevator doors or waiting for him at the nurse’s station. He goes the day without seeing her and he knows that eventually, this space could be the death of him.

He comes home and stops at her room. Peering in, he finds her curled up on one side. Quiet melodies from Jenny’s lullabies are trailing in from the crib three doors down. He knows she can hear them. She’s mouthing the words to herself.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey.”

He doesn’t know how to proceed in her silence. It breaks his heart to see her sadness.

*

“You shouldn’t have done that. I can’t... I can’t do this by myself.”

The two of them are returning home from her latest doctor’s appointment where Jake tuned the monitor to show Amanda exactly what it was she’d be leaving behind.

“You’re not by yourself, Amanda, despite your best efforts to keep it that way,” he tells her in a low voice. His mind is focused on keeping the car aligned with the road, even though his emotions are swirling around with hers, thunderous and striking.

She grows quiet. He stops the car at an intersection and watches as she folds her hands in her lap, staring at them for what seems like an eternity. He gauges her silence as an opening.

“What’s really bothering you, Amanda?”

“You mean, besides the disaster that is my life?

“Yes, besides that,” he doesn’t miss a beat. “There’s something more here, something else going on. Tell me.” It’s such a simple request. All she wants to do is curl into his waiting arms, but she refrains. He tries to read her body language, fighting the instinct to kiss away her pain.

“I can’t sleep at night anymore. The more time goes by, the more I think about him,” she finally tells him. “The more I think about him, the more I think about her.”

Jake frowns, “I’m not sure I follow.”

Amanda finally looks up at him, eyes washed down in tears. “What would my mother think?”

The light turns green and the subject is dropped when he drives on.

*

The conversation in the car breaks their distance and he starts sleeping in her bed at night. He rubs her back until he’s sure her breathing is even and she’s fallen asleep. Then, he stares up at the ceiling and imagines the life he so desperately wants. He leaves her bedroom in the morning and meets Tad’s disapproving glare.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” he asks.

“There’s only one thing I’m sure of,” Jake replies.

*

Her cracks are beginning to show. She’s not sure he should be the one to lean on, but she’s desperate in wanting him to be the only one. He breathes a kind of life into her that makes her feel alive, a taste of a promise she can’t afford to believe in.

“It’s not that I just dream about him. I dream about you. I dream about this,” she says, gesturing between the two of them. “I dream about a life I want, but know I can’t have.”

“Amanda,” he brushes her hair aside, trails his fingers down her right cheek, “I’d do anything for you.”

“Not this. Never this.” She breaks away from him and moves to stand by the window. .

“I mean it. I’d do anything for you; I’d do anything for him--”

“I don’t want you to say something we’d both regret...” she tries to stop him, to no avail.

“I love him as though he were mine,” he says strongly. “I love you a thousand times as much.”

Her resolve is breaking. Little by little, she can feel a part of herself surrendering against her will. To him, to it, the possibility of a combination of both, a beautiful life. She’s falling just as much in love and it’s breaking her heart.

*

He doesn’t approach the subject again, even though it’s understood in everything that they do together. They wake up in the morning, a mess of twisted sheets and legs. He rests his hands on her belly and feels the heartbeat he’s hell bent on protecting. He kisses her neck and wishes for her heart as well.

It’s Saturday morning and he doesn’t have to go in to work. Her face seems lighter when they turn to face each other in bed, her belly in between. There are promises in his caresses, tenderness in his smile. She closes her eyes and presses her forehead against his.

“You believe me, right? Always?” she wonders.

“Forever, as long as you believe me,” he replies. She nods and he wraps his arms around her, bringing her closer the best that he can. He keeps this in his heart for a while and starts formulating a plan.

Happily ever after, it’s just around the corner.

Fin.

fic: and we're left.

sugarpromises — Mon, 13 Dec 2010 00:59:43 GMT

Title: And We're Left
Author: sugarpromises
Fandom: General Hospital
Characters: Maxie Jones, Dillon Quartermaine
Rating: PG 13
Prompt: Snow
Timeline: Post (March 5, 2008) episode. The end of the Text Message Killer storyline.
Summary: Visions of sewers she thinks she can forget -– it’s the feeling of rope around her neck that burns inside her brain.
Author's Note: Originally started for theechochorus, but completed for today's unclaimed fic of the 12 Days of Christmas insanity I decided to do.

She stumbles away from the warehouse, a prince leading her out and a pauper trailing from behind. When they find themselves at a good distance away from the wreckage, both men whip out their phones. Strands of conversation fill the air as Nikolas speaks to the police, his brother most likely, while Spinelli speaks to Jason.

She moves away from them then, phone in hand, and half collapses to the ground when she finds a clearing in the snow. Her fingers fumble, but she manages to make the connection and barely waits a moment when the other end picks up.

“It was Diego. All along, all this time, it was Diego.”

"Maxie...?"

“He’s dead now, it’s over.”

She shuts off her phone, lays her head down on the snow, and closes her eyes.

*

Maxie isn’t surprised when Dillon flies in from Montreal the next day and shows up at her front door. He’s wearing his face so much like the last time, it’s as though Georgie has died all over again. She doesn’t question his presence; she doesn’t throw her arms around him either, but lets him into the house nonetheless.

The two of them sit in her living room. She doesn’t bother hiding the newspaper articles spread across the coffee table, her sister’s beautiful face next to the one that ended her life. She thinks she sees Dillon flinching at the sight... or his memories, she’s not too sure. It shouldn’t surprise her though, because there once was a triangle and now Dillon’s the only one left standing.

“They’re sure?” he finally speaks, eyes brimming with tears. He removes his scarf and tosses it on the ground. Maxie nods and half collapses into him as the two of them start to sob.

*

Her mind is filled with foggy remnants of sewers and knives, ropes and screams. It’s dark and she tumbles toward nothing and everything, steel and edge, it’s messy and she has to check if she’s still breathing. Visions of sewers she thinks she can forget – it’s the feeling of rope around her neck that burns inside her brain.

She doesn’t remember when his number becomes a part of her speed dial, below her family but above work. It’s the place for a best friend to be, but she tries not to think of this too much. Things have a way of leaving her when she needs them the most.

“Hello?”

“It’s me.”

“I can be there in five.”

*

When Dillon finds her, she’s slumped on the ground, leaning against the wall of lookout point. She makes no move to greet him, so he has no choice but to take a seat on the snow beside her.

“Bad dreams?”

She doesn’t respond.

“They’re just dreams.”

*

Maxie goes back to work. Kate’s tone softens in the morning, while Lulu side steps too much. She forgets to eat and takes on an extra work load, spending way too many hours in a hotel that has been blown up too many times for her liking. She wants things to go back to normal, but normal is Georgie studying at home, getting ready to go to Paris. Normal is living and breathing and neither she nor her dead sister seems to be doing that right now.

It’s late at night, the lights are dim, and the elevator door opens. She smells grilled cheese sandwiches from Kelly’s and a familiar voice echoes in her mind.

“Maxie, you haven’t eaten dinner yet, so come on, stop working, and let’s eat!”

It’s an echo from the past because when she turns around, it’s Dillon with a brown paper bag and coffee in his hand. He wheels Lulu’s chair over and places the food on her desk, as though it’s normal for the two of them to be eating dinner without a third party.

But normal is living and breathing; she doesn’t think either of them remembers how.

*

They lay together, side by side, a foot from her headstone in the cemetery. It’s like that night on Dillon’s houseboat all those years ago; him, Georgie, and herself together in one bed. Only in this sick and twisted version, the third body has been buried for eleven weeks.

“I hated you for leaving her.”

“I’m pretty sure I hated myself more,” Dillon answers. “I had all these plans for us. I thought it would be okay in the end.”

“She needed you, but you left.”

“Maxie...”

“She needed me, and I always bailed too. Now I need her and there’s no way I can get her back. They wouldn’t even let me see her. I couldn’t even see my sister one last time.”

Dillon doesn’t respond. She lets him not need to. There are many backs and forth, fingers and blame, but when all is said and done, Georgie is still the one dead sixty feet below the frozen ground, while she’s up here trying to remember how to live.

*

It’s Thursday night and this time, it’s her phone that rings. She picks up and waits through the silence. A million times over, she never expects she’d be having this conversation.

“I don’t have to. Go, I mean. There’s not... It’s just that... I can stay. If you want.” His words are ragged but his meaning is clear. He doesn’t want her to call him in the middle of the night, only to have him across the border and so far from reach.

“It’ll be okay,” she finally tells him. “I know you’re not leaving me.” She pauses and he’s quiet, so she takes the opportunity to voice the exact hope she knows he’s been keeping in his heart all this time.

“Georgie knew it too.”

Fin.

fic: surfacing.

sugarpromises — Sat, 11 Dec 2010 01:54:08 GMT

Title: Surfacing
Author: sugarpromises
Fandom: Joan Of Arcadia
Characters: The Girardi Family. Adam. Grace.
Rating: PG 13
Prompt: What happens when Joan doesn't have any more projects.
Summary: The summer after graduation, Joan sleeps for two weeks straight.
Author's Note: For torigates. Day 2 of The 12 Days of Christmas. I hope you enjoy this, I've never written Joan of Arcadia before!

The summer after graduation, Joan sleeps for two weeks straight. She alternates between dreams and memories, wishes and demons. She flips from one side to the next, sinking her head deeper into the next hour, the next day, the next night. Glynis texts her every morning, sometimes twice before noon, while Friedman quotes ancient words to her voice mail.

There are split seconds every now and then that she’s absolutely positive He’s sitting beside her. Like she used to believe Judith was alive before fully waking up. It takes a moment for her head to register that it’s all over now. She’s alone.

It’s dark and she has nothing left to do.

**
"She hasn’t decided on college yet."

“One step at a time, Mom, Joan hasn’t even gotten out of bed,” Kevin reminds her. There’s a hint of worry beneath his nonchalance. He and Luke watch their mother fret around the kitchen, like it’s all foreign to her, like she’s been misplaced and this is not the life she was expecting.

“Everything is going to be okay,” Luke promises, “she just needs some time.”

There’s such a certainty in his voice, a change in Luke and Joan’s relationship that Helen doesn’t recognize. In any other circumstance, she’d be over the moon about their closeness, but nothing about anything makes sense anymore. They fall silent as Helen seats herself between her sons, gearing herself for asking the question that’s been on her mind for some time now.

“Can somebody please explain to me what exactly happened?”

**
When Will comes home every night from work, he kisses his wife hello, and moves to stand outside his daughter’s door. He peers inside, the hallway light shining on her sleeping face, and remembers the feeling he had when he watched her singing as a zombie on stage. He then remembers the look on her face two weeks ago when she came home, silent and weary, and cried in his arms.

He misses the sound of her voice. He should have paid attention to the warning signs along the way.

**
It’s nearing the fourth of July and Joan wakes up from a dream. The digital clock has been unplugged, but her cell phone blinks messages and notices. She hears fireworks in the distance, but that’s not what makes her sit up in bed for the first time in weeks. A crackle catches her attention just before a sparkler lights up the darkness. She reaches out to turn on the lamp.

“You’re here,” she says. Her voice cracks from its lack of use, but the meaning is there. The love is there. She beams at the two people sitting at the foot of her bed.

“We came as soon as we could, Jane,” Adam’s voice tells her, wrapping her heart like a warm blanket.

“Like we would ever leave you alone,” Grace chimes in. “We said till the end, remember?”

“I remember,” Joan whispers. “I remember.”

Fin.

fic: the cracks in her heart.

sugarpromises — Fri, 03 Dec 2010 02:24:08 GMT

Title: The Cracks in Her Heart
Author: sugarpromises
Fandom: General Hospital
Characters: Patrick/Robin. Emma.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: He knows he probably deserves it, walking around, breaking hearts the way he does
Author's Note: Day 1 of The 12 Days of Christmas. For lapiccolina. I’m so rusty at Scrubs... this is definitely not fluff, and for that I apologize. For a full list of the 12 days, please go here.

It frustrates him to no end. She is now the one with an inability to commit to anything. She leaves him hanging in a way he’s uncomfortable with. He knows he probably deserves it, walking around, breaking hearts the way he does. His family is in ruins and he becomes his worst enemy: a strong imitation of a husband and father gone wrong. He can’t even get a family dinner together.

"Emma and I are going to spend Christmas with Uncle Mac," she tells him. The waver in her voice pierces him, and he wonders if she's remembering Georgie or remembering his betrayal. He decides he's not happy with either option and realizes there's nothing he can say to change her mind. He drops the subject and looks down at the baby girl in her arms. Emma stretches out her arm and clutches at his sleeve.

"Matt bought a Santa Claus outfit. He feels as though Emma's holiday tradition should be wide range and filled with... I don’t even know what," he says, pressing his fingers into his daughter’s palm. His heart eases when Robin smiles.

"Emma did light up when she saw the Santa decorations at the hospital," she replies, fighting back a coy smirk. "Matt might have the right idea. I think you'd look good as Santa."

"I think he's trying to live out his childhood dreams through our daughter," he reveals. The two look down at the beautiful child between them. It's so easy when he doesn’t think about it, when she's not punishing him; as though the universe bows to them and lets everything just fall perfectly into place. They laugh over Emma's baby talk, bond over patient care, and stand strong behind Matt's pursuit of Maxie Jones.

He loves her. In a way that he never has; in a way that will never end. He knows that she loves him still, and on their brightest days, it's enough.

Fin.

while we tell of yuletide treasure.

sugarpromises — Sun, 21 Nov 2010 21:37:34 GMT

Dear Yuletide Author,

Thank you so much for signing up and writing my story! I am excited and beyond thrilled to be reading whatever you have for me. I hope you have a wonderful time with the story you end up writing :)

I generally like stories that are character based and emotionally driven. I have a strong adoration for all things BFF -- strong relationships, strong friendships, together till the end kind of thing. A lot of the requests skew towards future fic, as I'm more interested in where they are now and what has brought them there (based on what we know from the show and the relationship on the show.) I love angst. But happy is good too. I don't like slash or parodies.

Ghostwriter
I've always wanted to explore what could have happened between Tina and Alex after high school, hoping that they would end up together. It probably wasn't easy -- high school, college, growing up. It doesn't matter what time frame it takes place in, but it'd be interesting to see that connection translate from childhood to adulthood.

Joan of Arcadia
What I loved most about this show was the Girardi family, and the Joan/Adam/Grace friendship that went on around it. I love all of these characters, Joan most of all. It was always interesting how God fit into all of it, but that doesn't necessarily have to be a focal point. I mean, yes, it affects Joan, but as usually, I'm more curious about Joan's interactions with her friends and family. Not slash between Joan and Grace, and not romantic love between Joan and God. Joan and Adam don't even have to be together (but maybe their issues could be addressed.) Again, I'm curious about their future... do Luke and Grace end up together? Does Kevin dance at his wedding? Does God ever leave Joan? Will Adam ever stop calling Joan Jane? It's silly, since I'm not at all specific about what I want, but maybe that could help conjure up some ideas.

Sliders
I never liked the way they were split up. Wade, Quinn, and Remy. I never liked it that Quinn never saw Wade again. I know that they did this whole storyline of Remy finding Wade, but maybe let's just scratch that and build a new one of Quinn finding Wade and Remy, being reunited with them... what that means in terms of their travels and what they went through when they were apart. And because this is Sliders and with all those worlds out there and an infinite amount of possibilities, I tagged this request with "Five Things" as to help out.

So, those were the things I had in mind when I was making my requests. But of course, I know that anything you write me will be a gem!!! I cannot wait until December comes around.

Kisses!!
sugarpromises

i broke every law the minute i saw your face.

sugarpromises — Sat, 16 Oct 2010 00:11:20 GMT

October is halfway over. It seems hard to believe because this month has been moving at a snail pace. In any case, this one's for you empressearwig. I promise that fic is coming soon as is our date, but for now I hope this tides you over!

Ephram: You know, after my mom died. Everybody told me that I was going to be okay. That it would take a little time but I'd heal. That didn't really happen. Not really. What you are feeling right now, Amy. It doesn't ever really go away. Not completely. It's not like you're going to, you know, you're going back to be the person you were like before they died. The person's gone. It's more like... something inside of you breaks and your body finds a way to compensate for it. Like if you busted your right hand, you figure out how to use the left one. And sure, you might resist for a while because you get pissed off but... You have to learn all this stuff again that no one else does. Eventually your body takes over and it figures it out for you and you're glad. Because if it were up to you, you, you'd just... look at your busted hand forever. Trying to figure out what it was like before. Well.

Amy: I wish he wasn't your father, Ephram. I wish I didn't have to think of him every time I talk to you.

Ephram: Sometimes I wish he wasn't my father too. Believe me. I do. I mean, he's a good person, Amy. And he knows what you're going through.

Amy: If you're asking me to forgive him, I can't do that. I'm sorry.

Ephram: So what happens now? With us?

Amy: We're friends, Ephram. Let's just leave it at that, okay?

Ephram: Okay, sure. I'll see you at school.

Amy: See you at school.

- Everwood, "The Last of Summer"

eight of twelve.

sugarpromises — Tue, 12 Oct 2010 01:11:10 GMT

And the heat wore on. I spent my days drinking iced coffee and eating macarons. Not a lot of stuff went on in this month, but here it is nonetheless.

Banner soon to come.

movie;

SCOTT PILGRIM VS. THE WORLD (4/5)
It was definitely better than I was expecting. I was not the biggest fan of the main characters,
but their support team won me over. Plus, the music and geek references helped too.

events;

Lots of patio drinking with friends. A free METRIC concert downtown.

seven of twelve.

sugarpromises — Tue, 12 Oct 2010 00:54:34 GMT

July was a hot one. The heatwave was unwavering and it was a month of tank tops and short skirts. Friends were married, drinks were had, and Canada celebrated a birthday.

atm songs;

This is Good, Hannah Georgas
My Sheppard, New Pornographers
I’m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You, The Black Kids
Maps, Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Gonna Get Along Without You Now, She & Him
Forced To Love, Broken Social Scene
Breaking News, Emm Gryner
Late Bloomer, Sarah Harmer

movies;

{ There is nothing like a good summer blockbuster }

INCEPTION (5/5)
This was an amazing movie. I watched with a big group of people, so it was fun to discuss over drinks.
The cinematography was breathtaking. And I loved the craze that came afterward.
The ever lovely empressearwig is my number one for that end, how many times did you go see it?

TOY STORY 3 (5/5)
Everyone told me how awesome this movie was going to be, and I was just planning to DVD it afterward.
Thank god I thought better of it! How I adore these characters! How I love some of the new ones.
And of course, it was a lovely way to wrap up a childhood. Something we've all gone through, I'm sure.

bones episodes;

{ The three most emotionally happy and intense episodes ever }

Bones, 5x20 The Witch in the Wardrobe.
The reunion of Angela and Hodgins! The reunion of Angela and Hodgins! I knew this had happened seeing as how I watched these episodes months after they aired, but it was still such a joy to watch. The ending was a nice touch, you can see how much Booth cares for Brennan, making the wish for her.

Bones, 5x21 The Boy with the Answer.
I had no idea that they were going to revisit the Grave Digger. Man, my heart was beating so hard for the whole watch. I especially loved the scene between Cam and Sweets. The team was falling apart, pulled tight to their limits, and there was nothing for her to do. You could also see it wearing on Brennan as well. I loved how Angela and Hodgins announced their marriage. I also loved the way the episode ended, referring back to the 100th.

Bones, 5x22 The Beginning in the End.
And now Cam's fears are realized. The band is breaking up. I love the happiness of Angela and Hodgins, it's about time. It's also a good balance to Booth and Brennan's tension. The way of this finale was an interesting turn and definitely made me want to tune back for more. That ending was so emotionally telling.

tv moment;

{ Maxie and Matt start dating on General Hospital }

book reads;

six of twelve.

sugarpromises — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 01:40:22 GMT

June brought a lot of boredom to my fandom watch. I mostly spent time preparing for extra-curricular musical functions and spending time with friends and coworkers. Oh, right, and lived through that pesky little thing that happened in Toronto.

music;

The New Pornographs > Together
Drake > So Far Gone
Sarah Harmer > Oh Little Fire
Zeus > Say Us
Hannah Georgas > This Is Good
Stars > The Five Ghosts

events;

The G20 Summit. June 26-27, Toronto, Ontario.

Barricades were put up on the streets I walked along to work. Landmarks and windows were boarded up.
The week of the summits, the trains and sidewalks were empty, downtown Toronto was a ghost town.
Afternoons were filled with protest marches. And then there were the weekend protests...

The FIFA World Cup. June 11-July 11, South Africa.

There is nothing in the universe than World Cup time. It's constant after work patios and pubs,
lunch time viewings, flags on the car, colours being worn. I didn't watch a lot of the games,
but it's definitely something that brought people together. Especially the people in my life.

five of twelve.

sugarpromises — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 01:07:16 GMT

I'm slowly catching up, I swear it! May is definitely one of my favourite months. It houses Mother's Day, tulips, purple and pink, a slew of season finales, my birthday, a long weekend, and 31 whole days. What's not to love? Especially the part where it houses my birthday.

music;

Hey Rosetta! into your lungs / She & Him volume two
Matt & Kim grand / Broken Social Scene forgiveness rock record

tv finales;

How I Met Your Mother. Doppelgangers.
I wasn't the happiest with this season, but I really liked the way the season ended.
Lily and Marshall are one of the best TV couples and I like how they now have this storyline to play around with.

"Kids, up to this point in the story we had found doppelgangers -- eerie but awesome lookalikes for four of the five of our little group. There was lesbian Robin. Moustache Marshall. Stripper Lily. And Mexican wrestler me. Yes, mine was the coolest. So, we were all eager to find the fifth doppelganger, Barney's. Turns out, it was more important to some of us than others."

Gossip Girl. Last Tango, Then Paris.
The OMG were over the top and all in good fun. As always, they wrapped up the storylines in 35 minutes,
leaving the last 7 minutes to build up something for the next season. They've certainly intrigued me.

"When are you gonna get it? For three years, you've tried to worm your way into our world, but you will never be a part of it no matter what you do. This isn't copycat dressing at Constance or dumping dairy on your best friend to prove a point. Nate and Serena? That's mythic. You don't mess with that and survive. You're hurting people I love. You're hurting people you love. Nate loves Serena, Dan loves Vanessa -God knows why-, and chuck loves me. But, you, Jenny? No one loves you, except your Daddy. And after what you pulled yesterday, who knows if that's even true anymore?"

Smallville. Salvation.
The opening scene reeled me in. I loved how it had nothing and everything to do with the man and the storylines.
My favourite scenes were definitely the Chloe/Oliver ones, and oddly enough, Lois realizing who The Blur is.
Smallville finales are also big events, and the stabbing of Human!Clark Kent is definitely one of them.

"You think I want you to go? I can't imagine being in this world without you. Look, you've inspired an entire team of heroes who will be here to protect us. And maybe your true purpose is to lead your own people."

life moments;

{ I celebrate my 26th birthday }

Weight Lost: Um. None? I might have gained 4 lbs in the Month of May due to eating.
Gray Hairs: Zero.
Boyfriends Gained: In the works.
Married Men Interested In Me: I've had many men be nice to me...
"Hook-ups": One.
Alcohol Units: So much more than the previous year, despite the lack in tequila.
Cigarettes: Zero.
Jobs: New job, new job location. It was scary and lonely at first, but I've found my crew.
Apartments: Still at home.
Life Changing Events: Some of my hopes in life came true.

{ I get the super-duper pack of user pics }

{ General Hospital dangles the loveliness of Maxie and Matt in my face }

"Come on, we're young, we're single, we have disposable incomes. You're going to look amazing in this dress. Just throw caution to the wind. Let's go out for a night."

four of twelve.

sugarpromises — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 02:12:50 GMT

I'm so behind on my 2010 scrapbook, but I'm so determined to finish this project no matter what. If I weren't so damn obsessive about my pic spams, maybe this would be done in a more timely fashion. Anyway, here's what happened in April.

couples;

Smallville. Chloe and Oliver. I can't help it. They're so adorable together.

tv episodes;

Smallville. Escape. Oliver and Chloe are finally out in the open. And while Clark is none too pleased,
Lois is plotting double dates. There's also something about possessions, but nobody cares.

Lois: "Let's talk about Mr. Green, in the bedroom, with my cousin.
Oliver: There it is!

Smallville. Checkmate. Green Arrow is kidnapped but it's not as bad as when Chloe gets kidnapped.
Tess finds out about Oliver's identity and he makes it clear to her who he now loves.

Oliver: You scared the life out of me.
Chloe: You better be careful Ollie, I'm going to start to think you're falling for me.

tv moments;

Booth and Brennan have their EPIC moment and it deflates our hearts.

Booth: I knew, right from the beginning.
Brennan: Your evidence is anecdotal.
Booth: I'm that guy. Bones, I'm that guy, I know.
Brennan: I'm not a gambler. I'm a scientist. I can't change. I don't know how... I don't know how.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Vidivodo.com : glee - express yourself Etiket: glee express yourself

The New Directions ladies shows off their stuff in an awesome Madonna tribute

I don't know why I loved this performance so much. The colours under their suits.
The finger waves in their hair. There's something that's so sexy and powerful about it.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Ugly Betty ends. But Marc, Amanda, and Betty are awesome.

Amanda: I love this song!
Betty: Me too!
Marc: Me three!

favourite fiction reads;

At The End Of The Day, Smallville, (Oliver/Chloe)
Tell Me A Secret, Smallville, (Oliver/Chloe)

real life;

One post that pretty much sums up my April. (F-Locked)

parisian fires.

sugarpromises — Sat, 22 May 2010 22:48:02 GMT

OMG! Gossip Girl, did that really just happen?!?!?!?

i wish you were.

sugarpromises — Thu, 08 Apr 2010 01:31:39 GMT

OMFG. BONES. THAT LAST FIVE MINUTES, I THINK, JUST KILLED ME.

three of twelve.

sugarpromises — Sun, 04 Apr 2010 21:38:00 GMT

March ended up to be quite the time for me. While I jetted off to places across the world, the TV world gave me things to be excited (and disappointed) for. I also re-fell in love with Jane Austen and her Pride and Prejudice...

songs to rock by;
The Avett Brothers, And It Spread
Franz Ferdinand, No You Girls
Metric, Stadium Love
Amy Millan, I Will Follow You Into The Dark
The Smiths, Panic
Emm Gryner, Almighty Love
Melissa McClelland, A Girl Can Dream

tv;

tv episodes;

The Office. Welcome to the world, Cecilia.

Pam: Wanna count her fingers and toes again?
Jim: No. Let her rest. I'm sure there are still 12 of each.

movies;

Pride and Prejudice. There truly is nothing more romantic than this movie.

"You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on."

tv moments;

Georgie Returns to General Hospital... in a dream

And of course they were going to bring Georgie back just to solidify Maxie.
But man, what I would kill to have more Maxie and Georgie scenes. Even if Maxie
stayed in limbo for a little bit longer. I just want them to gab about their lives.
And be fabulous together. And have Georgie tell Maxie she belongs with Matt :/

"Oh, I love you, Maxie, and I'm so glad that you chose to live. There's so much you can accomplish, and I'm going to be cheering you on the whole way. Sometimes at night when you're falling asleep, you'll know I'm there."

favourite fiction reads;

Lines (Make Me Want To Cross Them), Bones, (Booth/Brennan)
Everlong, Bones, (Booth/Brennan)
Bourbon Confessions, Smallville, (Chloe/Oliver)