January Meme: Day One
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balsamandashDay One: Endings (from bookblather)
((Prompt list; still need 7 prompts for the full month)
Whether or not it really ended up all that fitting for the prompt is debatable, but, uh, have New Years themed ficlet?
clouds on my agenda, and a spring in my feet
MCU, High School AU, Peggy Carter/Natasha Romanoff
479 words; brief mentions of death in the family, no other content warnings
At just shy of two hours to midnight on December 31st, Peggy is ready to go out of her head from the restlessness.
The scant handful of friends she kept in touch with back in England had all put down their computers and their phones already, off to ring in the new year or go to bed after exchanging the expected well wishes. She's been trying to stave it off for a while, staring listlessly at her Kindle and the television in turn, but nothing's worked for so much as a minute yet.
On the one hand, she can't help but feel utterly ridiculous, hanging any kind of emotion on the date; in the long run, it's just another day, and nothing really changes on January 1st. On the other, she's never been good at sitting there and doing nothing, no matter what day of the year it is.
(This time last year, her parents had suggested they spend their time together, their smiles screwed on. Peggy had shut her door without a reply and had only left once the next day for food. The year before that, she and Michael had missed the moment of transition as he'd chased her through the kitchen, lunging after her to take back the last piece of something or other.
It doesn't hurt as much to think about that this year; it doesn't make her want to run full-speed away from everything anymore, at least. But it doesn't make it any easier to sit still.)
Barely another five minutes pass before she decides the hell with ridiculousness. She'd do as she pleases any other day; might as well end the year without changing that.
The roads are far from deserted; what's normally hardly a drive worth mentioning takes nearly an hour, between the traffic and the decision to stop along the way. The parking lot outside the gas station isn't quite so empty as she's used to seeing it, either; Peggy ends up wandering the aisles with one eye on the counter and coffee in either hand, waiting for the last of the few customers to wander away before she approaches.
Natasha's smile is always tired, especially when Peggy comes to see her at work, but it's still a better sight than just about anything else.
"You're pretty early." She sounds amused already, like she's already guessed why Peggy's coming to visit hours before she'd normally consider showing up. She shrugs, leaning on the counter and handing the larger of the two cups she's holding across it.
"If I say I want to start the new year with you, you're going to laugh at me, aren't you?" Peggy asks, but she's not bothering to make an excuse, even though Natasha's already shaking her head.
"Only a little," she responds, and while Peggy could think of better places, she definitely couldn't think of anyone she'd rather be with, whatever night it might be.
bookblather)((Prompt list; still need 7 prompts for the full month)
Whether or not it really ended up all that fitting for the prompt is debatable, but, uh, have New Years themed ficlet?
clouds on my agenda, and a spring in my feet
MCU, High School AU, Peggy Carter/Natasha Romanoff
479 words; brief mentions of death in the family, no other content warnings
At just shy of two hours to midnight on December 31st, Peggy is ready to go out of her head from the restlessness.
The scant handful of friends she kept in touch with back in England had all put down their computers and their phones already, off to ring in the new year or go to bed after exchanging the expected well wishes. She's been trying to stave it off for a while, staring listlessly at her Kindle and the television in turn, but nothing's worked for so much as a minute yet.
On the one hand, she can't help but feel utterly ridiculous, hanging any kind of emotion on the date; in the long run, it's just another day, and nothing really changes on January 1st. On the other, she's never been good at sitting there and doing nothing, no matter what day of the year it is.
(This time last year, her parents had suggested they spend their time together, their smiles screwed on. Peggy had shut her door without a reply and had only left once the next day for food. The year before that, she and Michael had missed the moment of transition as he'd chased her through the kitchen, lunging after her to take back the last piece of something or other.
It doesn't hurt as much to think about that this year; it doesn't make her want to run full-speed away from everything anymore, at least. But it doesn't make it any easier to sit still.)
Barely another five minutes pass before she decides the hell with ridiculousness. She'd do as she pleases any other day; might as well end the year without changing that.
The roads are far from deserted; what's normally hardly a drive worth mentioning takes nearly an hour, between the traffic and the decision to stop along the way. The parking lot outside the gas station isn't quite so empty as she's used to seeing it, either; Peggy ends up wandering the aisles with one eye on the counter and coffee in either hand, waiting for the last of the few customers to wander away before she approaches.
Natasha's smile is always tired, especially when Peggy comes to see her at work, but it's still a better sight than just about anything else.
"You're pretty early." She sounds amused already, like she's already guessed why Peggy's coming to visit hours before she'd normally consider showing up. She shrugs, leaning on the counter and handing the larger of the two cups she's holding across it.
"If I say I want to start the new year with you, you're going to laugh at me, aren't you?" Peggy asks, but she's not bothering to make an excuse, even though Natasha's already shaking her head.
"Only a little," she responds, and while Peggy could think of better places, she definitely couldn't think of anyone she'd rather be with, whatever night it might be.
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Date: 2017-01-01 10:21 am (UTC)I love them so much and I love you and I am so excited I got words from you today. But really, giiiiiiirls.
(Also, have I said how much I love your Peggy? Because even high school Peggy is just wonderful.)
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Date: 2017-01-01 10:27 am (UTC)(I am glad you think so? She makes me happy to write, so. <3)
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Date: 2017-01-01 10:30 am (UTC)(SHe is the best. You are also the best, though in different ways.)