7 Works by partialstars
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the sun rises here by partialstars for social_blunder
Fandoms: Avengers Assemble (Cartoon)
15 Aug 2021
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Steve feels like he's barely closed his eyes when he hears a rustle. His eyes fly open and he squints at the darkness, his vision adjusting immediately, and sees an approaching shape which…
“Tony?”
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Gansey doesn’t say anything, just looks at him with that soft expression on his face again.
“What?” he asks, a little bit confused. He’s not sure if he’s imagining it, but Gansey might be blushing.
Gansey gives him a small smile. “Nothing. I like your laugh.”
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follies of aristotle by partialstars for borntorun
Fandoms: Secret History - Donna Tartt
02 Jul 2019
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He regarded me with a scrutinizing glance. “Richard,” he intoned. “Do you not know the moon landing was faked?”
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He hears the crunch of woody undergrowth, feels the body of another person sitting next to him. He doesn’t need to turn his head to see who it is, there’s only one other person who knows this place. Only one person he told.
“I knew I’d find you here.” Gansey says.
“You didn’t even know I was back.”
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“So… what did you want to talk about?”
Adam takes a deep breath, stops his pacing and stands in front of him. He has his head down, looking at his own fidgeting hands. “Do you… uhh…” He swallows and looks straight at Gansey’s eyes. “Do you remember that time we practiced kissing?”
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Baz remembers being thankful that he was taller than Simon Snow. He thinks back to the early days, when he would hold Simon’s things (his books, his wand, his tie, that infernal red ball he used to have) up above his head, smirking at Simon as he jumps up and down trying to reach it. That fight usually ends with Snow getting frustrated and kicking his knees to make him drop whatever it was he was holding, but the pain was worth looking down at Snow and watching his pale, freckly face flush red as his eyebrows work their way into a scowl.
He tries to remember that pain and bring it to the front of his mind when Snow, once again, collides into him. Snow’s face smashes into his chest while his nose gets buried in those bronze curls. The smell of cinnamon surrounds him and he fucking hates fifth year and the horrible dawning realization that there is indeed a fine line between love and hate and that he has fucking crossed it.
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“Hey, so does this mean I’m the only one who doesn’t get a kiss?”
Ronan pitches his voice low, “Well, if you really want a kiss…”
“Uhh, I think he was asking for a kiss from me, actually.”
They sit there, frozen in place, staring in front of Noah’s bedroom door where Noah had suddenly materialized. And it is him. Noah Czerny, drowsy eyed with messy hair but without the gray smudge that indicated his head wound. Noah smiles shyly at Henry, “Do you want me to kiss you know?”