The rich girls steal, the pretty girls lie, the smart girls play dumb, and the dumb girls spend their days trying to be all of the above.
AU in which Clara remembers her other self, Connie, from the 40s. She knows who Bucky is. She remembers. But she can’t believe the same man standing before her is the man she knew back then.
PRIMEVAL MEME ✖ [1/4] FRIENDSHIPS
└ HILARY BECKER & MATT ANDERSON
MATT/EMILY AU » TITANIC: Matt, Emily, & their daughter Charlotte are one of the lucky families who gain passage on the Titanic’s maiden voyage. ‘Lucky’…so they think. It’s a living dream at the beginning, knowing in a few short days they’ll be starting a new life in a new world, with so many opportunities waiting to be taken. But for many the dream ends on the Ship of Dreams, and those who leave it are left with only nightmares.
“Women and children, only!”
The command is being shouted over and over by every crew member standing on the deck, hands on the levers to lower the boats. Emily can feel Matt’s hand on her back even through the thick life jacket, ushering her towards the lifeboat, but she stands fast. “No,” she insists, shaking her head as she turns to him. “They’re not letting you on and I am not leaving without you.”
“Emily, listen to me.” His hands are on her shoulders now, but his grip is gentle, just as it always is. “You and Charlotte need to get on that boat and don’t worry about me, alright? I’ll get one of the later ones and meet up with you later. But you need to get on this boat right now.”
Emily wants to argue. She’s always been stubborn and Matt knows that. She can’t leave him and split their family apart with the possibility of never seeing him again. But the clock is ticking and the man a couple of feet away is already threatening to lower the boat. “And what if you don’t find one?” she says finally, buying just a few more seconds.
Matt hesitates, but he doesn’t flinch. “I’ll find a way,” Matt answers simply, even though they both know that’s the least likely scenario. But just for this moment they can pretend.
to a land that isn’t our own
take my hand and we’ll make it home