#autumn my girlfriend...winter my wife...i miss them

[lacnunga]

Cmoooon summer be over already

[chilling-seavey]

Hey Emily!

How are you doing? I hope you are doing well

I have a Christmas imagine request for Christian.if you can’t that’s alright

So basically y/n is starting to put up the Christmas decoration and asked Christian to come help her decorate the apartment and in between the decoration process they take breaks by drinking hot coco and dancing to Christmas song after they finish decorating they were starving so Christian went to get food and y/n was looking at their masterpiece but she noticed something was missing which was the MISTLETOE so she hanged it in front of the door and was texting Christian to see where he was so she can record when he comes back  if he would notice after a while he would and you write the rest 🥺

Ik it’s too long but I hope it’s not to much

Love ya and ur writing

XOXO❤️

↳  A/N Aw thank you so much for this! For the ask and your kind words! I don’t often get Christian asks so I cherish the few that I do receive <3. Since you sent a general ‘y/n’ concept, I’ll just pick one of my universes to write it for if that’s okay with you – but don't worry it can be read and understood even without knowing any of my universes! This is as y/n as I can take it hehe

↳ Word Count: 972

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Sunday, November 29, 2026

The apartment was filled with the cheery sound of Christmas music, laced with angelic jingle bells and soulful vocals, leaking into the hallway of the building under the thick wooden door. Christian was balancing skillfully on his tip toes, trying to neatly wrap the silver string lights around the small evergreen tree in the corner of the living room. The woman who stood just behind him was his most recent relationship – his life usually consisting of girlfriends being few and far between. Just a girl he had met while out with friends one night in the early autumn and hit it off and thus asked her out formally. They were taking it slowly but surely and there was no better time to spend together than decorating her apartment for quickly approaching Christmas season.

“I can’t believe I’m decorating so late this year.” she tisked as she watched him drape the lights over another branch for an even spread while she nursed her mug of hot chocolate in her hands.

Christian glanced over with a smile, “At least it’s not December yet.”

“True,” she admired his handiwork as he stepped back, “and your definitely have more of a knack for this stuff than me. This looks straight out of a magazine.”

Christian just smiled off her compliment as he lifted his own mug of hot chocolate from the coffee table, “Just missing the ornaments.”

“That box there.” she pointed with her toes that were hugged in thick woolen red socks. “Did your family always decorate early?”

“Early to mid November, yeah.” Christian spoke loudly over the new song that played with strong volume from the Bluetooth speaker set up on the table. “My younger brother and his wife and three daughters always come out here for the break so my parents aim to get everything done in time to spare. Then they just have to focus on the cooking for all of us and not the decorating.”

“Do I get to meet your nieces this year that you speak so highly about?”

Christian sent her a little teasing glare, “Only if you’re good.”

His girlfriend only curtsied dramatically, “Top of Santa’s nice list this year.”

“That’s debatable.” Christian hummed as he stepped closer to her.

His hands slid around her waist over the material of her winter sweater. She only smiled up at him, holding onto his arms sweetly as they moulded closer together as the Christmas songs wrapped them up in festive cheer. They shared a dance in the small living room overlooking the city of Vancouver, singing off key together just for the fun of it.

But as their hot chocolate cooled and the short day grew darker, their decorations were disappearing from their storage boxes and returned to their rightful places on the tree, shelves, and around the rooms. They both flopped back onto the couch together, apartment sent into silence by the music being turned off, and they took a moment to admire their handiwork.

“We make a good team.” his girlfriend smiled, curled up in his side as his arm was draped around her shoulders.

Christian nodded in agreement, “That we do.”

“I’m really hungry though.” she lolled her head to the side to look at him, “And I was going to make dinner for us but that sounds like far too much work.”

“Okay, I can pick up something.” Christian chuckled, stopping only to press a kiss to her temple before he was standing up from the couch with a tired groan.

“What a gentleman.” she grinned.

When he had left for the parking garage, she was left alone in her newly decorated apartment. Christian seemed to have an honest hand for that as even the star on top of the tree was perfectly aligned and sparkled beautifully. She circled the apartment to stack the empty storage boxes together to stuff back in the closet until spring when one missing piece caught her eye. Under a small pile of packing paper, a small green ball of faux foliage was poke out of the corner. When she lifted it out by its string, she recognized it as mistletoe.

With Christian out, this was her perfect chance to hang it in a place where a sprinkle of cheesy winter romance could blossom so she pushed over a kitchen chair and tied the mistletoe to the foyer’s light fixture.

Christian came back soon and she was waiting for him in the small foyer excitedly. He sent her a confused little smile when he closed the door behind him, arms claimed by the takeout bag and drinks, “Were you waiting for me by the door like a puppy?”

“Mm, maybe.” she shrugged sweetly.

“Why?” Christian dragged out the word a little in slight confusion as he met her in the middle.

His eyes followed hers as she looked up towards the light fixture and when he saw the new addition to their precise decorations, he looked back at her and bit back a smile.

“I see.” he said slowly.

“Mhm.” she smiled, clasping her hands behind her back to wait for him to make the first move.

“Well, we can’t go against the rules of Christmas, huh?”

“Of course not.”

“Of course not.” he repeated breathily before leaning in towards her over the takeout bags in his arms.

She met him halfway, raising up on her tiptoes slightly, and smiled into their kiss that lingered between them for a moment. His lips were icy from the cold outside air and hers were warm from the cozy apartment and they pushed together perfectly. After a few seconds a few soft chasté kisses, they pulled back with matching bashful grins.

“I hope you know,” Christian sighed, speaking in a whisper, “My niece is going to kill you for that.”

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Enough

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Requested by: anon

Prompts: “I‘m never going to be good enough for you, am I?” (49 from list 2)

Summary: you’re not a barmaid. You don’t train horses. You’re nothing compared to the other women in his life

Warnings: swearing, arguments, very brief harassment

“YN!” John’s voice rang out from the side room. “Come ‘ere, girl, come and sit with us!”

You smiled weakly at him. He always tried to include you. “A-Actually, I was just heading home,” you said softly, walking over to him, ignoring Tommy pouring out a gin for May Carleton.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Is it Finn? D’you want us to tell him to fuck off? We know he’s off putting- oi, Finn, go play with the other kids, yeah, fuck off,”

You giggled slightly. “No... it’s not... it’s not Finn, you can sit down,” you said, and the youngest Shelby grinned at you in thanks.

Esme, johns wife appeared at the door. “You can sit with me if you like. Lord knows I need some female company while him and Arthur are playing cards,” she smirks, jabbing him in the rib with her elbow.

You smile softly and give in. “Fine,” you said. Once the door was shut, you leaned to Esme, murmuring, “you’d think you’d have plenty of female company what with Tommy bouncing between Mrs Carlton and the barmaid,”

John overheard and snorted into his whiskey and esme glared at him. She looked at you sympathetically, and said in a hushed voice once the boys were distracted by cards again, “you still love the fucker, don’t you?”

Signing, you looked down to your lap, fidgeting with your hands. “Mm-Hm,” you confirmed. “He just... he confuses me so much. He cuts it off with me after the war, saying he needs space when really he was chasing that barmaid spy... she fucks off after he has her, and he comes back to me for a quick one. I was a fool to let him, because not two weeks later it’s May Carlton this, May Carlton that,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, hating to admit that you were jealous. But underneath that, you felt vulnerable. Inadequate.

“He’s a cock, YN,” esme said, rubbing your shoulder gently.

“Who’s a cock, Es?” John asks. Nosey bastard.

Esme sighed softly. “Thomas. Flaunting the horse woman round YN. Says she was born riding, but I bet she’s only ever ridden Fillies she inherited. Never had to break one in herself,” she rolled her eyes.

John and Arthur looked at you, smiling sympathetically. “If it’s any consolation to you, YN, we prefer you over an Irish spy or some posh woman any day of the week,” Arthur said. “You were with Tom since you were sixteen, and since he er... broke things off... he’s been a right dick,”

You smiled softly. Arthur and John would’ve made such lovely brothers in law. “Thanks, boys,” you sighed. “But it’s not... it’s not that I’m mad at him for seeing other women, he can do what he wants. It’s the seeing me in between and then ignoring me. I-I know I’m no good. I know I’m boring. I know I’m useless. Just... he doesn’t seem to be arsed about how I feel, even though I care so much about him. It’s like rubbing salt into an open wound- I don’t even know why I’m talking about this to you lot of all people,” you let out a high, nervous laugh. Esme patter your back as John and Arthur each reached to squeeze one of your hands reassuringly.

“What’s going on?” Tommy asked, the door now what as he slipped into the room. May was nowhere in sight.

“Where’s your girlfriend, Thomas?” Esme spat. You were glad for her venemous tongue sometimes.

Tommy rolled his eyes and barely regarded his sister in law. “May Carlton has left small Heath to go back to her home,” he said bluntly. “To tend to my horse,”

“Even though you’ve got Curly here. He’s the best at horses,” you blurted, without really thinking.

“Yn,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “What would you know about horses?”

His words stung. He had taught you how to ride when you were 16. He’d taught you how to tell what a horse was feeling, how to calm a nervous mare, how to get a horse to behave without taking to the crop or the whip. In your letters while he was in France you always made sure to tell him how the horses in the yard were getting on, and he told you about the beautiful chestnut stallion he had seen, the dappled mare which the commander rode. “Only what you taught me,” you whispered, tears pooling in your eyes. “Only what you taught me before you went off to France. Before that fucking war and then that fucking copper ruined everything,” you pulled away from esme’s comforting pats, from John and Arthur’s sympathetic gaze, from Finn’s baffled look. You stared at tommy, taking a deep breath to say something scathing, but could only manage a small sob.

You hated yourself for it. Tommy grabbed your arms but you wriggled from his grasp. “Look, YN, calm down, love, we’ll talk-“

“Love? Love?” You hissed. “You lost your right to call me anything but my name months ago. Don’t you coddle me, Thomas Shelby, because I know exactly what you’re thinking. I‘m never going to be good enough for you, am I? I’m never going to be a pretty Irish barmaid who keeps a pistol in her handbag. I’m never going to be a prostitute you wouldn’t let your brother marry because you wanted her all to yourself. I’m never going to be some rich widow with a big house and a wealth of knowledge about horses. All I gave you, ten years of my life, my innocence, my youth... it was never good enough for you, was it?” tears were streaming down your face.

“Yn,” Tommy said.

“No,” you pushed past him. “Don’t bother,” you slammed the door to the snug. As you walked out of the pub, a man grabbed at your wrist.

“Need some cheering up, darling?” He snarled, Hans tracing your thigh.

“Get your filthy fucking hands off me before I rip your fucking balls off and shove ‘em down your own throat,” you growled, yanking your hand away from him, and storming home.

Men were the worst. All toe rags, you decided.

***

A week has passed since your argument with tommy. Each of the Shelby’s had tried reaching out to you- you were practically a sister to them for ten years before Tommy decided he’d had enough.

You sighed as the door knocked. “As much as I appreciate it Arthur,” you sighed as you took the chain off. “Im really not in the mood to spend my night drinking away my sorrows with you and John- oh. It’s you,”

You immediately looked down, not wanting to look into those blue eyes, that perfect face. That stupid, perfect face.

“YN... look,” he said slowly, carefully. The same way he would coax a nervous filly to trust him. “I’ve been... ive been a bastard, okay. I’m sorry. I still... I still love you,”

You snorted. “Explain that to everyone within a mile radius of May Carlton’s house, hmm?” You said bitterly. “Or to the horse you named ‘Grace’s Secret’”

Tommy sighed. “I know you hate me, YN... but... I love you. I haven’t stopped loving you since we were 16 in my uncle Charlie’s Yard, hiding from your dad. When we used to sit by the cut eating those pretty little cakes you used to make. I used to give you the strawberry off the top of mine, so long as you gave me some of your buttercream. We wrote to eachother every week while I was in France, sometimes twice, three times, even. I still have those letters, YN. You used to put a spritz of your perfume in each one and do a little kiss in all your different lipsticks so it was like you were hugging and kissing me all those miles away,”

As he spoke, he was slowly backing you into your living room, until you were both sitting down. “I didn’t bring you flowers, because I know you only really like them in the spring and summer, because they wilt too fast and look too sad in the autumn and winter. And if it was spring, I would’ve gotten you roses or violets or pansies, because I know lilies and chrysanthemums make you sneeze,” a fresh round of tears slipped out of your shut eyes. You couldn’t bare to look at him under his intense gaze- you knew you’d break down after just a second.

“Tommy,” you whispered softly. It was the first time you’d called him by his nickname in over a year

“I know that you can’t sleep without snuggling into something- blankets normally- but... it used to be me, and I miss it so much, YN,” he said the last part in a soft, quiet voice.

You let out a soft cry, moving to his side, allowing him to engulf you in his arms and hold you tight, the way he held you the night before he went off to war. You cried into his chest, and we’re sure he was crying into your hair for more than an hour, finding long lost comfort in one another’s arms, the way they slotted so well together despite so long apart.

“I want this to work Tommy,” you eventually whispered. “I want it to be how it was,” you felt him not his head.

“No more secrets, YN. No more women. Only you. The only woman I’ve ever truly loved,”

You sighed softly and nodded, snuggling into him the way he pointed out you did. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed, you look like you haven’t slept in days,” he said guiltily, picking you up and carrying you upstairs. As he was tucking you in, you grabbed his hand, eyes suddenly alert.

“Don’t leave me again,” you whispered, squeezibv his hand. He squeezed back, before kicking off his shoes and taking off his belt, sliding into bed behind you, cuddling you close the way you did all those years ago. It seemed the most natural thing to do, and he almost sighed with relief when you snuggled close. He kissed the top of your head gently.

“Never, YN... never again,”

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[mamaskillerqueen]

Maybe a song fic with Ben Hardy to the song "Paper Rings" by Taylor Swift?

A/N: Hi anon!! So, I’m firstly going to apologise for how long this took me to get out. I just haven’t been loving it. I think I started over at least three times. I still don’t think that it’s my best but I do hope that you enjoy it!!

Four Years Ago: 

Is there anything worse than house parties?

If there was, it was house parties where you didn't know anyone. Your anxiety had already gotten the best of you, but to top it off with the only person you knew having left to be a host... this was not your ideal night. 

You'd met Joe the day you moved in next door. Having come a long way from your hometown to take up residency in New York, you were alone to unpack. That included all the furniture you had brought along to furnish your new townhouse just outside of the city limits. You were contemplating just sleeping on the hardwood floor because carrying your mattress up by yourself didn't sound appealing, when Joe came to your rescue.

Since struggling to get the furniture up the stairs, and yelling very loudly "Pivot!" at each other, you'd become pretty close friends. He was sitting on your couch during a FRIENDS marathon one day when he mentioned that his Borhap family was getting together at his later that week. Ben and Gwilym were supposed to be coming into town, and they were all going to be having dinner at Joe's. He extended an invitation and you immediately declined. 

The thing about your friendship with Joe was that he never let you turn down things that you'd later beat yourself up for. He insisted you be at his house, promising it was just a small get together. Somehow you didn't believe him... and here you were, standing in his foyer ready to bolt because this was not what you signed up for. As a good friend though, you elbowed your way further into the house, hunting for the kitchen. If you were going to stay, you were definitely going to need a drink.

"Y/N!" 

If it was possible to slur just a name, Joe was definitely doing it. Despite yourself, you smiled as your friend pulled you into a hug. He was drunkenly telling you how happy he was that you were here, vaguely pointed to his friend beside him but didn't actually introduce you two. Before you could even say anything else Ben, as you recognised him from all the Instagram posts, was pulling Joe away from you.

"Nice to meet you, love." 

He called it over his shoulder, even though you weren't actually introduced. How rude. 

Deciding that he wouldn't notice if you didn't stay, you quickly slipped out the way you came. The house reeked of smoke and sweat and booze, the combination of smells turning your stomach. It was good you were leaving, you wouldn't be missed because everyone was so out of their mind they wouldn't notice. Not to mention, you literally knew one person. He saw you, that was all that mattered. 

The next day you woke up earlier than usual, having gotten to sleep far earlier than you had anticipated. After your morning coffee, yoga, and a shower it was time to adult and go to the grocery. If you could get by just eating food delivered to your door step, you would. That would be the life, however, you couldn't. What even is a delivery expense if the driver doesn't actually see that extra money?

The day was nice, far too warm for being so early but you weren't going to complain. Much. With your purse over your shoulder, you locked the front door and started down the steps. Movement caught your eye on the steps next to you and that was when you got a really good look at Ben. Photos didn’t do him justice. 

Despite the direct eye contact, you completely ignored him as he started to wave. You came to the sidewalk as he was calling your name, trying to catch your attention. Without a word you looked up at him, a brow raised in question.

“Hope we didn’t keep you up too late last night.” 

There was a smugness to his tone that made you roll your eyes. It was a playfulness you hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“Slept like a baby.”  

You yelled over your shoulder at him, and went on your way. Most of your interactions went like this. A playful banter, and he often left you rolling your eyes. You didn’t see him too often though, only when he was out for a smoke at the same time you were passing by. Joe mentioned that Ben was crashing at his for a while, something to do with work. Anytime you were invited to hang out, you quickly declined. 

There was no way you were getting caught up in that party scene again. 

At least that was what you thought. Joe came by your place, insisting on squeezing in a few episodes of FRIENDS because it had been far too long. There was no refusing that but, that was your first mistake.

He swore it wasn’t going to be a huge gathering. Ben was wrapping up the project he’d been working on the last few months and Lucy and Rami wanted to say congratulations and goodbye before he hopped a flight back to England. You’d already missed your chance to meet Gwilym, and you weren’t going to lie, meeting Lucy sounded like a blast. 

One could always use more girlfriends. Or just a girlfriend, as you hadn’t made any since moving to the city. 

“Fiiiineee...”

The dramatics made him laugh, and despite yourself you laughed too. When the day finally came, you couldn’t help but feel kind of nervous. Even as you knocked on the door, it felt more like the first day of school than anything. You’d been playing this game with Ben for weeks now, almost like a cat and mouse. There was no denying you were interested though. 

If you were being completely honest, you may have completely stalked him on the internet. Probably more than once.... okay, definitely more than once. Something about the playful banter made you want to know him more. The only problem was, you didn't want to lose the light fun you always had when you interacted. We'll just pretend anxiety didn't play a part. 

In very Joe fashion, the party started out just the five of you but quickly developed into quite a bit of people. It was like every friend any of them had ever made ended up at Joe's house. The music was loud, because how else can one dance? They all just wanted to have fun, and sure after a few drinks that was definitely what you were having. You still barely knew anyone but it was a lot more than just one person now. 

Even with all the fun, you felt the need for some fresh air. The backdoor was much closer than the front, with far fewer people between you and it. You'd been back there a few times, loving the fact that your neighbour had a pool. Summer days were always great by the pool but as autumn was giving way to winter, the pool was the last thing on your mind. Or so you'd thought. 

"Hey." 

Ben's deep voice startled you as you closed the door behind you. You were probably a sight as you jumped, clutching your chest as your heart tried to jump out of it. After a moment you caught your breath and took a seat on the lounge chair beside him. 

"What are you doing lurking out here?" 

You were responded to with a laugh as he held up a cigarette. You nodded your head in answer and then turned to look over the pool. Joe hadn't closed it up, saying he was going to have a heater installed so that it was usable all year round. That was something you'd have to see to believe. 

Silence stretched out for a while but it was surprisingly comfortable. Until Ben finished his smoke, that is. He was over the silence, apparently, and ready to annoy you again. He quickly shed his jacket and pulled the beanie off his head.

"What are you doing?"

"We are going swimming, get up."

"Are you insane?" 

"Maybe. Let's go love." 

He had already taken off his shirt and shoes and was working on his belt by the time you gave up arguing. You just sat there and watched him as he dropped his pants. He looked over his shoulder at you once and then offered a wink before jumping into the pool. Clearly, he'd lost his mind.  

"What are you waiting for?"

"Summer, like a sane person." 

"You're so boring." 

The chuckle made your roll your eyes, a comeback wasn't going to help you. You slid from the seat, quickly removed your sweater and pants before quickly jumping into the pool. It was far more freezing than you had anticipated and when you surfaced again you couldn't help but gasp.  

"This was a stupid idea!" 

You were shivering but you weren't alone, no matter how much he tried to hide it. 

 "I didn't think you'd actually do it." 

"You thought wrong." 

 Three Years Ago: 

You were more than surprised to see how quickly your friendship with Ben grew from that night on. He left only two days after the pool night but you didn't go a day without talking. It was weird for you but somehow through the distance you'd grown closer. So much closer that you found yourself hopping a flight to London and crashing on his couch. 

It was that trip to London that ended in a relationship. 

Trips back and forth weren't a rare occasion. You often found yourself in London, and if you weren't there, it was a guarantee to find Ben in your bed in New York.

"I know you were planning on coming back to London with me this week but I've had a change of plans." 

You were laying in bed, the chill of winter crippling your little town house. It was late, the midnight sky leaving just a soft moon light coming through the blinds. You were wrapped up in Ben's arms, your head resting on his bare chest. It had been nearly a year since the party at Joe's house. Nearly a year of being together. 

"And, what kind of change are we talking?"

"I've gotta get a flight home to see my brother. He and his wife are expecting a daughter any day now." 

A smile pulled the corners of your lips up, your eyes transfixed on the finger that was drawing mindless patterns on his chest. He always spoke so fondly of his brother, and he'd been so excited to become an uncle. It was all he'd spoke about since he found out.

"I promised to help paint the nursery." 

You hadn't realised how long the silence had stretched on until he'd spoken again. 

"Sounds like a lot of fun." 

He hummed and silence stretched again. It was so long this time you'd nearly fallen asleep. 

"Come with me." 

You were surprised, the thought of meeting his family was crazy. It was probably way over due but it still made you quite nervous. You still agreed to go, and you both got there with perfect timing. The day you landed his sister-in-law went into labour, leaving the two of you to get the finishing touches done on the nursery. 

It was so much fun, getting to paint the walls and move all the furniture back in. You'd gotten to meet his parents when they dropped by before going to the hospital to meet the baby. It was a great time, and you weren't sure what you had been worried about before. Ben insisted on staying behind and waiting to meet his new niece until she made it home. 

Something about him seemed off after his parents left. He wasn't as excited, it seemed like something was bothering him. You waited until you had everything in its rightful place before you even attempted broach the subject. 

"You wanna talk about it?"

He looked up with a raised eyebrow, as if he didn't know that he was completely obvious about his feelings. For someone who often wanted to hide the way he was feeling, and for being an actor, he was terribly unconvincing.  

"It's nothing." 

Normally, you weren't one to push. When you uttered the same words you wanted enough respect from someone to be left alone for you to deal until you were ready to talk. Today seemed to be an exception.

"It's not nothing. This should be a happy occasion right?" 

It was after the words left your mouth that you felt maybe you were the problem. Maybe he felt as though he wished he hadn't brought you along? 

"Do... is it... I mean, is it me? Do you not want me here?" 

You stuttered as you got the words out and when you finally managed a coherent sentence you were immediately soothed with a 'NO! Of course, I want you here'. He sighed and then motioned for you to follow him. You made your way down the stairs to the kitchen where coffee was immediate set to make.

"I just look at all of this, and you deserve this one day." 

He motioned around the house and as you looked around your brow furrowed. This was just stuff, and with how well his career was taking off, he could more than afford to give you stuff. Not that you wanted any of it. For you, all that mattered was that you had him. 

"You're going to have to elaborate, darling." 

He chuckled at you before explaining further what was bothering him. 

"One day, when it's time for you to have a baby.. if that's what you choose, you should know that your husband is going to be there with you." 

"And you can't provide that?" 

The confusion was clear in your voice as well as on your face. Ben always told you that you were such an open book, and easy to read. You never took that as a compliment until times like these when you wanted to convey your genuine feelings.

"Not if I'm on a set thousands of miles away from you." 

He seemed so genuinely upset but all you could do was scuff at this. When he heard your reaction his head shot up to look at you. Now it was his turn to be confused. 

"I don't need any of this. I need you. It doesn't matter if your thousands of miles away or not. I would marry you with paper rings. All of the ex's, the fights, the flaws, we wouldn't be here. I adore you, if that hasn't been abundantly clear the last year or so. As for the rest of it... we can figure it out as we go. You and me. We got this."

Your shoulder bumped against his, and he couldn't help but break out into a smile. You could tell almost immediately that he felt much better. In return a smile lit up your own face, your head falling to his shoulder as you hugged his arm. 

"I think you're pretty great too, just so you know." 

Present Day: 

The mosh pit that was happening in your stomach was becoming rather annoying. You just wished your baby knew what night and day time were. The clock on the bed side table flashed a ridiculously early time at you, informing you that sleep wasn't happening any longer. 

Nights like this was when you found yourself reminiscing. It hadn't been very long after sitting in Ben's brother's kitchen that you ended up engaged. Even shorter time frame from that you were married. The shotgun wedding was only six months ago, and here you were five months pregnant. Sometimes it all felt so fast but then you looked at the snoring butt head beside you and you didn't mind one bit. 

You found yourself marveling at the fact that when you first met, you kind of hated him, and then you stalked him on the internet, and now you watch him breathe. Kind of crazy how life works out. Who knew moving into that small little townhouse in New York was gonna change your life so drastically, so quickly. Not that you were complaining.

"You're staring darling, and quite frankly it's a bit creepy."

His thick and sleepy voice startled you, making you jump before chuckling. Normally, he would have been laughing with you but he was clearly too tired for that. 

"Can't sleep?" 

"I'll get there eventually, go back to bed. I love you." 

His hand reached over, finding your growing stomach and rubbing soothing circles. They were slow and lazy, but they seemed to do that trick as the summer salts that were happening came to a slow and then a halt all together.

"I love you too. Both of you."

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✿ “ Perfect Two ” ✿

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—> Sweet | Gift / Songfic

—> Description | It’s a surprise. Love you Rachel <3 feel better and remember to smile honey.

Note: I’m sorry if it’s bad, it’s really late and I didn’t have much energy to begin with. I just really wanted to make you smile today, you deserve so much. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but Chū and I are here for you. It’s pretty rushed sadly... I hope it’s tolerable still atleast. Ngl I feel sorta sick at the moment, but when there’s a friend in need- you are my priority. Probably a lot of mistakes too. 😭 it’s almost 4am-

Words 2.5

When you first met, the last scenario to play in Chūya’s mind was for you to be standing in front of him with a beautiful white gown. Those adoring eyes of yours, leaking any emotions you tried to conceal in your heart— the same heart you’ve given to him since your first exchange of smiles.

But here he was, getting dressed in a expensive tuxedo, preparing to await for his beloved future wife in the wedding room.

Imagining you in a gorgeous wedding dress had him shiver in anticipation, trying to calm down his flustered heart.

You can be the peanut butter to my jelly

You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly

You can be the captain

And I can be your first mate

You can be the chills that I feel on our first date

“ Let go of me, Chūya! ” You growled, beginning to whine as Chūya reached over you for his wine glass which you rudely snatched from his grasp while his back had been turned. “ You’re heavy as hell, fuck off before I make you regret it! ” The frustration in your tone seemed to increase rapidly, trying to convince yourself to be genuinely angered with the hot headed boy leaning against you. He practically had you pinned on the couch while you held his wine glass in an outstretched arm. Chūya’s shorter arms unable to reach for it while cursing at you under his breath, attempting to keep himself composed for you. He never enjoyed yelling at women, but it was so incredibly hard with your proud smirk forming before his eyes.

“ Until you return what you fucking stole, I refuse. Now hand it over ” Chūya’s voice was rather composed aside from the curses, until you still refuse to budge. Losing all rational thoughts, he applied more of his weight ontop of your body, his lips grazed against your ear while muttering in an aggravated tone. “ I’d like to see you try and threaten me again, it won’t be pretty in a minute. Now hand over my wine so I don’t have to do something damn rash... ”

“ As if! You’re always rash, you don’t scare me Chūya.” You snicker, unfazed by his clear threat.

It was true, nothing he did was threatening to you.

He loved you so much, and that was his first date with you. Together you drank the night away, holding each other on the couch. He planned to go out to a restaurant but the weather had other plans. Drops of rain echoed in the room all night, adding to the atmosphere.

You can be the hero

And I can be your sidekick

“ Chuya, what happened?” You gasp at the sight of him outside in the rain, returning home from yet another Mafia business trip. “ Are you okay? ” Your concerned voice echoes throughout the darkened skies, observing your injured boyfriend.

“ I’ll be fine, just ran into a couple morons who really pissed me off. Fuckers were stronger then they look— huh? ” As he began to speak, you were already dragging him inside of the house. Running throughout the home in search of medical aid, he couldn’t help but smile. Watching you stumble over your own feet as you arrived back in front of him, a small chuckle escaped his throat. Catching your attention, you kneel down to tend to all his cuts and bruises, allowing your chin to lift a bit and stare at him for a moment in confusion.

You were always waiting at home, welcoming him with open arms. An uncontrolled warmth lit a flame in his heart, each and every time you’d aid him with any issues that would come up.

He loved you so much.

“ Take me with you next time, even if I’m not as flashy and powerful like you. I can’t stand you arriving home injured again. ” you mutter weakly against his skin, leaving small kisses on each bruise.

You can be the tear That I cry if we ever split

“ Why don’t you ever use your head, Chūya?! ” You shout will a pout by his grave mistake in eating the last of your food, this was your first argument. Silly really, it was all just a misunderstanding. Tears threatening to fall dramatically from your eyes, the puppy look was sickeningly cute to Chuya.

“ Hah?! How was I supposed to know that it was yours!? ” Chūya was incredibly frustrated, arguing with you over eating leftovers from the other day.

Even while you were angered, both of you were incredibly fond of the other.

You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin'

Or u can be the sun when it shines in the mornin'

Waking up at your side was always Chūya’s desire after your returned romantic feelings for one another.

“ Wake up, you’ll be late for a meeting again if you continue to cling on me like this— Chū? ” you desperately try to pry the fatigued red heads arms off your waist. His face nuzzled into your chest while keeping a firm grasp on your figure.

“ Hell to the meeting, I need you right now. ” Chūya grumbled, attempting to rest again peacefully without you nagging him about work he didn’t want to think about so early in the morning.

“ Come on Chū... please? I don’t want you to be late because of me. ”

Don't know if I could ever be without you

'Cause boy you complete me

And in time I know that we'll both see That we're all we need

Exchanging smiles, laughs and happiness felt like pure bliss. Hand in hand, you both walk out in public together- enjoying the cool breeze of a beautiful autumn damn.

“ Keep your head down. ” Chuya suddenly said, while you simply tilted your head in confusion. As he accepted the fact you wouldn’t listen to his direct order, suddenly he lifted his hat off his head and shoved it over your face. Blinding you temporarily-

“ Wha-“ man you were confused, receiving no response was rather frustrated too. Lifting the hat off, you glare at him. Softening when you see a couple other men across the street who you could only assume wouldnt be too fond of chuya being away from work for a date with you. He was only hiding you for your own safety—

Thanking him with a peck on the cheek was plenty for him to begin smiling again. A small blush flushed on his cheeks.

'Cause you're the apple to my pie

You're the straw to my berry

You're the smoke to my high

And you're the one I wanna marry

He loved you so goddamn much, and there you are. A blush adorned your cheeks as you stare at your feet shyly, walking down the isle for your wedding. Meeting his eyes as you lift your head. Both parties felt butterflies flap their wings in their stomachs.

Standing so vulnerably infront of him, all he could imagine was your future together. He was really marrying you here and now, it’s settled.

'Cause you're the one for me (for me)

And I'm the one for you (for you)

You take the both of us (of us)

And we're the perfect two

Did he deserve something so beautiful? An angel dating a Mafia executive was odd, but he accepted it. The thought rarely crossed his mind, to distracted by your utter beauty.

You were really his, and his alone.

Preparing his vows, your Chū complimented you smoothly before exchanging a loving, warm hearted look. His eyes were so warm and endearing, your heart began to melt.

We're the perfect two

We're the perfect two

Baby me and you

We're the perfect two

You were perfect for him, as he was perfect for you. The missing piece of the puzzle finally joined.

You can be the prince and I can be your princess

“ Why the hell did I agree to wear this. ” Chūya glared at himself in the mirror, a tiara placed on his instead of his typical hat. The same hat that you held over your own head happily, laughing at your cute prince in the shoes of a princess.

“ awe, stop complaining. You’re so cute, Chū~ “ Oh how he despises your teasing, growling as he rips off the tiara and chucks it to the side.

He looked ridiculous, wearing a cute frilly dress after losing a bet with you. Now he was forced to be a princess for his day off work, he’d complain more but atleast he could hear your cute laugh.

You can be the sweet tooth I can be the dentist

You can be the shoes and I can be the laces

You can be the heart that I spill on the pages

“ I bought something for you, I hope it’s to your tastes.” Chuya’s chilled voice meets your ears as he enters you home, a sudden smell of freshly made pastries hit your nose. Running over to greet him and the awaited snacks-

“ Is this from the bakery across town?! Chu!! You didn’t have to do this” you freaked out, wanting to repay him somehow. “ how much was it? I’ll get the money for you right now. ”

“ Not telling.”

“Why??”

“ I bought it of my own accord, a gift for my beautiful girlfriend. Accept it or I swear I’ll force you to eat it anyway. ”

Groaning, you were finally convinced to accept the gift. Opening the box he held onto, there was a bunch of little donuts freshly cake. They were decorated with tiny hearts sprinkled on them.

Taking the box, you set it aside. Whipping around, you immediately grasp onto his face— pulling the shorter male into a passionate kiss as thanks.

You can be the vodka and I can be the chaser

You can be the pencil and I can be the paper

You can be as cold as the winter weather

But I don't care as long as were together

“ You are covered in goosebumps, here- take my coat. ”

Before you could even refuse Chuyas offer, you felt a larger coat be thrown over your head. Smiling in the warmth, you can’t help but snuggle in the material of your boyfriends coat.

It was a snowy day out, sending chills throughout your body. The coat alone didn’t appear to work, so the normally hot headed boy wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your frame closer to his. Radiating heat, you can’t help but melt against him. A pleasant sigh escaped your cold lips

Don't know if I could ever be

Without you 'cause boy you complete me

And in time I know that we'll both see

That we're all we need

“ I love you. ” just those three words alone, were enough to tie chuyas heartstrings around your finger.

“ I love you too, Sweetheart. “ He muttered back, feeling as if he could faint in any moment.

'Cause you're the apple to my pie

You're the straw to my berry

You're the smoke to my high

And you're the one I wanna marry

Those same words never once lost their meaning, after your vows- both you and chuya leaned closer to each other.

“ I love you.” You both whisper in unison.

'Cause your the one for me (for me)

And I'm the one for you (for you)

You take the both of us (of us)

And we're the perfect two

A timid smile was exchanged before chuya pulled you into a kiss, everyone began to cheer. Tearing up as they sat up and clap.

You regan wrapping your warms around his neck, resting on his shoulders while a hand found its way in his hair. Tugging it gently as you feel the kiss becoming much more intimate, deeper and to say in in simple terms- hot. At the same time, his hands grip your hips firmly.

We're the perfect two

We're the perfect two

Baby me and you

We're the perfect two

...

God he loved you.

...

You know that I'll never doubt ya

And you know that I think about ya

And you know I can't live without ya

Marrying someone was always a tough decision, it was a lifelong dedication that may break. But you refused to let that happen with your beloved- even as a hot head, this bb would kiss every part of your body to let you understand how much he adores you.

Never once did Chūya have doubts for marrying you, he wanted this so badly it hurt. It was a dangerous game, to marry you even during his work at the mafia- but they all loved you. Mori and Elise insisted on arriving at the marriage to congratulate you.

I love the way that you smile

And maybe in just a while

I can see me walk down the aisle

“ Do you realize how hot you are? “ You randomly say out loud, not realizing your thoughts were brought to the real world.

“ Hah?” Chuya stared at you in utter shock. Not quite understanding if he heard you right.

“ I asked if you realize how Hot-headed you are, W-Why are you looking at me like that? “ you attempt to cover up your mistake, blushing bright red while turning your head away. Adverting you gaze from his to the wall-

Ah, the memories of your foolish coverups.

'Cause you're the apple to my pie

You're the straw to my berry

You're the smoke to my high

And you're the one I wanna marry

Pulling away from your passionate kiss, your eyes remain shut even after the connection. Chuya takes notice of this, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead to catch your attention. Allowing you to meet eye to eyes once again—

'Cause your the one for me (for me)

And I'm the one for you (for u)

You take the both of us (of us)

And were the perfect two

The ring officially will be stuck to your finger for eternity, glittering beneath the moonlight as you lift a hand to the sky. Allowing your head to fall against Chūyas shoulder. Both of you sat comfortably at the doorstep of your home— hours after you became officially husband and wife. Absolutely carefree, you guys ignored the rest of the world for just this moment.

An arm was strapped around your waist, securing you from any dangers of the night. Chuya refuses to let you frown so long as he’s there at your side, he loves that smile of yours. Planting a gentle kiss on your head.

Were the perfect two

Were the perfect two

Baby me and you

We're the perfect two(yeah, yeah)

“ I love you. ”

“ I love you more.”

“ You sure about that?”

“Are you really going fight me on this?”

“Yes.”

Oh how you two haven’t changed.

~Fin~

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Kiro’s Village Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

The phone call before this date: here! It happens right before the date, so do listen/read it for better context :)

The date begins with MC waiting around the train station for Kiro after reaching a remote town. A stranger comes up to her.

Stranger: Sister, are you here to visit relatives? Want to take my car?

MC: Thank you… but there’s no need…

Stranger: No need to be shy. My car is pretty fast, so just tell me where you want to go!

MC: I really don’t need… ah!

Someone grips my shoulder from behind, making my hair stand on end. My mind gets flooded with horror stories of female travelers who got duped when travelling on their own.

Kiro: Big brother, I’m here to pick my sister up, so there’s no need to bother you.

MC: Kiro!

I whip my head around to see Kiro blinking at me slyly.

Stranger: Ah sister, you should have mentioned that someone was picking you up!

With a wave of his hand, the man leaves. I heave a sigh of relief, and only now take a good look at Kiro.

It has been several days since we’ve last seen each other, and it looks like he has gotten thinner, and a little tanner. Even so, his eyes remain as bright as always, as though they store the blue sky in them.

Kiro: What’s with your shocked expression?

MC: You scared me just now…

Kiro: Then… I’ll definitely stand in front of you next time, okay?

MC: Mm! Have you been waiting long?

Kiro: Only for a bit. I arrived at the right time. Let’s go, sister. We shall take a big car!  

Kiro mimics the stranger’s dialect, playfully pulling on my hand.

MC: W-what are you doing…

Kiro: This is to prevent you from getting taken away by people you don’t know.

We walk across the road while holding hands, and I finally see the vehicle that would be transporting us to the mountain village.

The first thing I see is a huge exhaust pipe pointing straight towards the sky. The wheels, which reach the height of half a person, support this giant creature.

The driver rolls up his sleeves from the front seat and greets us.

MC: Wait a minute… Kiro, when you said “big car”, you meant… a tractor?!

~

On the mountain dirt path, the wheels whip up gigantic balls of dust, and the loud vehicle scares off sparrows.

MC: Why a tractor…

Kiro: [shouting] What? Speak louder Miss Chips, I can’t hear you!

MC: I said – why is a tractor sending us to the village!

Kiro: [shouting happily] It can’t be helped. The only car in the village was sent for repair, so only Brother Zhang’s tractor is available for use. Don’t you find this interesting? You wouldn’t experience such a fun journey elsewhere!

Barely making out his words over the sound of the tractor, I can’t help but laugh.

MC almost falls out of the tractor during a particular rough turn.

Kiro: Be careful!

Kiro frantically reaches out to pull me back, and my head lands on his chest. His breath encases my surroundings – familiar yet mixed with the freshness of the mountains and forests.

Kiro: Are you okay? Did you hit anything?

I shake my head to signal that I’m all right, wanting to pull myself away from his chest to sit up properly. Instead, he hugs me even more tightly.

Kiro: This is to prevent you from falling out again.

I feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck, and it travels up to my ear slowly. I lift my head, only to meet his bright eyes. My cheeks begin to flush.

MC: Kiro, the driver is in front…

Kiro: What did you say? It’s too noisy. I~ can’t~ hear~ anything~

For the rest of the journey, I remain in Kiro’s arms. After many more turns on the dirt road, the tractor finally reaches its destination. By the time we thank the driver, disembark, and step into the village, it’s already late afternoon. 

Even though the buildings are ancient, and the facilities are not as modern as in the city, there is life everywhere. In an environment so close to nature, even the air carries with it a certain sweetness.

A large group of villagers surround us once we enter the village. Wherever Kiro goes, he manages to build good relations with people.

Villager A: Ro-Ro, you finally brought your girlfriend? She’s very beautiful, you’re really lucky!

Villager B: Girl, come try my family’s walnut cookies. Take more, don’t be shy!

Villager C: Do you eat braised duck? Try my family’s braised duck!

In a moment, my hands are full of souvenirs.

MC: Thank you everyone… there’s really no need to do this…

I look at Kiro with a silent plea, and he comes over to help.

Kiro: Thank you all for your kind hospitality. Miss Chips just arrived, so I’m going to help her settle down first, all right?

The villagers gradually disperse after leaving a few more kind words. I heave a sigh of relief. Kiro takes the souvenirs from my hands, a little apologetic.

Kiro: Did they scare you? I didn’t expect the entire village to be here… they just wanted to give you a warm welcome since you came from such a faraway place.

MC: I’m happy that everyone is so welcoming, so I’m not scared.

Kiro: That’s great! Let’s put down our bags, then I’ll show you around. There are so many interesting places here.  There’s a Flower Valley near the outskirts, and if you continue down the right…

He talks excitedly about the scenic areas and his filming experiences here, as though painting the empty period when we were apart with his colours.

MC: Kiro, do you like this place a lot?

Kiro: Mm, of course. I like it a lot. And now… I like it even more.

He turns to look directly at me. The cloudless sky is behind him, but the sky in his eyes are clear, and of an even brighter blue.

Kiro: What about you, Miss Chips? Do you like it?

Bathed under the sunlight, Kiro’s smile is tender. Yet, his eyes carry within them a certain seriousness.

MC: Mm, I like it too.

In that moment, the look in his eyes becomes even brighter, and he flashes me a wide smile.

Kiro: After dinner, I have a secret surprise for you!

MC: What surprise?

Kiro: I already called it a “secret”, so of course I’ll keep it to myself first!

He blinks at me slyly, carrying our luggage as he runs up the stairs. He stands at the top of the stairs and waves.

Kiro: Miss Chips, hurry up!

MC: Mm!

In the span of an afternoon, Kiro shows me around the entire village – from the large banyan tree at the door to the river’s thousand-year-old stone path.

We take time to appreciate the traditional textiles, and even eat delicious farm dishes…

Starlight appears in the distance. To city-dwellers, this means that the night has just begun. But to the people here, it means that it’s time to return home and rest.  

In the distance, I hear tea women singing. In the midst of the song, I call out to the person who is in front of me.

MC: Kiro…

Kiro: What’s wrong? Are you tired?

MC: No, I’m just a little curious… is the “secret surprise” you mentioned very far from here?

Kiro: Not really. There, it’s on that mountain.

MC: Then why are we bringing a tent?

Kiro: That’s also a secret!

I can only pout and continue following him.

Kiro looks incredibly well-prepared. He’s carrying a tent on his back, a high-power flashlight in his hands. You can tell from a glance that you can’t buy these things from this town.

Even though he is usually bad with directions, he walks with light steps in the twilight, clearly familiar with this path. As for the small black bag he’s carrying… I stare at it with curiosity. 

I should just anticipate the surprise he has prepared!

With this in mind, I smile, my footsteps becoming lighter as well.

MC: Kiro! Wait for me!

By the time the heat of the day ebbs away and the sky is lit up by a few stars, we have reached the foot of the mountain. I look at the stone steps in front of me, slightly shocked.

MC: I thought it would be an undeveloped steep mountain road…

Kiro: Hehe, bet you didn’t expect this! Also, this stone path has a legend tied to it.              

MC: A legend?

Kiro: Legend says that in ancient times, there was a loving married couple. They agreed to go up this mountain to view the sea of flowers in Spring, the forests in Summer, the sunsets in Autumn, and the stars in Winter every year. But one day, the wife suffered from a grave injury and it became difficult for her to walk. So her husband built this mountain path by hand, so they could continue their agreement till they became old and grey. As we walk up this path, we could be walking in their same footsteps!

Kiro offers me his hand as he says this. Feeling playful, I hide my hand behind my back.

MC: I’m not the wife in the legend who needs support when walking.

Kiro is stunned for a moment, then he laughs.

Kiro: [laughing] All right, then let’s see how amazing this strong and healthy Miss Chips is!

MC: No problem! Let’s race to see who reaches that banyan tree first, how’s that!

Kiro: Does the winner get a prize?

MC: Hm… the person who loses has to fulfil the winner’s wish!

Kiro: Deal!

MC: Three, two, one, go!

With these words, we run up the stone steps. Responsible for carrying more items, Kiro trails behind me.

However, as the mountain path gets increasingly steep, I begin to lose steam.

MC: Huff… huff… another ten steps…

The distance between Kiro and I grows smaller, and I can almost hear his shallow breaths from behind.

With a sudden burst of energy, I release a shout and lunge forward.

MC: Three more… two more… I’ve reached! Victory!!

The moment I step on the top of the steps, I raise up both hands in celebration.

Soon after, Kiro also reaches the goal and gives me a high-five.  

Kiro: Ah… I can’t believe I lost… congratulations to Miss Chips for being the champion! You can state your wish now!

MC: Hmm, I haven’t thought about it actually. I just said it in passing just now… is it okay if I save it for now?

Kiro: You’re so sly! I’m reluctantly agreeing, but I’m only extending the time-limit of making the wish to the end of today!

MC: Mm! I will give it serious thought!

After resting for a while, we continue up the path until we reach an empty plain.

Kiro hangs a light on a tree branch, casting the surroundings in brightness. He removes the tent from his back.

MC: I just realised that you planned this right from the start. This tent is big enough to host a party!

Kiro: Savin helped me pick it. He said the blackout tent is especially suitable for…

MC: [blushing] Suitable for what?

Kiro: Mm… you’ll know in a while. [laughing]

After setting up the tent, Kiro asks me to wait outside.

He takes the small black bag and enters the tent. After a while, he sticks his head out of the flap.

Kiro: Miss Chips, come in.

MC: Eh? Do you need help with anything?

Kiro doesn’t respond, but his eyes are crinkled, a secretive smile on his face as he looks at me. I can only play along with him, bending down and entering the tent.

MC: …it’s so dark! Why didn’t you turn the light on?

Right after the words leave my lips, a sea of stars appear before my eyes.

In the tent, countless little star-shaped lights flicker. It’s like magic. The warm yellow lights illuminate this space - a space belonging only to the two of us.

The source of the light is in his hands, and light is also reflected in his bright blue eyes.

MC: It’s beautiful… is this the surprise you wanted to give me?

Kiro hangs the final star lamp on the tent carefully. He lowers his head and answers my question.

Kiro: [cheeky laughter] This is more like the “appetizer” of the surprise. The “proper meal” is still on the mountaintop, and is even more beautiful than this!

MC: Mountaintop?

Kiro: Mm! There’s a banyan tree with long, winding vines that form an enclosed natural area. Last time, the film crew strung several lights similar to these on the vines, and it was so beautiful to look at in the night! After the filming was over, I specially asked them to keep the scene as it is, so that I could bring you there someday.

He takes a step towards me, offering me his hand.

Kiro: May I ask if Miss Chips is interested to go to “Kiro’s special, limited-time-only secret base” with me?

I nod my head vigorously and place my hand in his.

MC: Of course! I’m looking forward to it!

MC and Kiro carry on upwards but fail to notice that the clouds are grey and that it’s about to rain. 

It starts pouring and they realise it would be too late before they can reach the tent. Kiro notes that the mountaintop doesn’t have shelter either, so they head to a nearby cave to seek shelter.

The cave isn’t very deep, but it’s dry. In a corner, there are traces of burnt candles and food offerings.

MC: Looks like this place was used by the villagers to worship the mountain god…

Kiro: Mountain god grandfather, I am grateful that you have lent us your cave so we can hide from the rain. If you can hear this, please give the rain god a call so that he can make the rain stop quickly!

Seeing Kiro putting his hands together and talking to the rock reverently makes me laugh.

Kiro: You’re laughing at me? I’m seriously praying here!

MC: I’m not laughing, I’m not laughing. I believe the rain god will soon get the call!

Despite what I said, the rain doesn’t seem to be letting up. I roll my slightly sore ankles and turn to look at Kiro.

MC: Why are you sitting down?!

Kiro: [sighs] The rain wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon, so why not take a break.

He is sitting down, leaning against the stone wall. He tosses a wave in my direction.

MC: That makes sense…

I move over to Kiro and prepare to sit down, but he spreads out his arms.

MC: What’s wrong?

Kiro: The floor is too cold! I think Miss Chips needs a warm cushion.

He looks at me with a straightforward expression, as though predicting that I would agree.

MC: In that case… you’re not allowed to complain that I’m heavy.

Kiro: I wouldn’t!

I walk towards his outstretched arms and carefully sit on his legs.

He holds my hand firmly with one hand, and takes up the star lamp in the other.

In the darkness of the night, the only source of light rests in between us.

Fine speckles of light adorn the sturdy rock, the trees that are drenched outside, and both of our eyes.

I see my own reflection in Kiro’s eyes – there is a little panic, a little embarrassment, and a little shyness.

To calm my rapidly beating heart, I break the peaceful and silent atmosphere.

MC: Mm… I wonder when the rain would stop…

As my words leave my lips, I tell myself: “Oh no”.

Sure enough, Kiro’s eyes dim, and the smile originally on his lips turn downwards.

Kiro: [pouting] I should have checked the weather forecast…

Looking at his downcast expression, I try to comfort him.

MC: Today has already been a very happy one for me. So it doesn’t matter even if I can’t see the lights on the banyan trees.

Kiro: But…

He shakes his head, bending forward to wrap me in his arms. The tips of his hair brush my cheeks, and his breath carries with it the dampness of the rain.

Kiro: I’m sorry, Miss Chips.

Hearing the despondent voice coming from the head buried in my shoulder, I suddenly feel a heaviness in my heart.

MC: …why do you have to apologise?

Kiro: I ruined this whole thing… I wanted to have a “Tidbit Eating Showdown” with you, but it can’t happen because of me. And then I wanted to give you a romantic surprise, but because of the rain… Miss Chips, I don’t want to disappoint you. I want every single one of our dates to be perfect.

The melancholy, regret, and resoluteness in his tone makes me hold him tightly.

MC: I think our dates are already perfect.

Kiro: [sighs and sniffs] Miss Chips…

MC: Because… there’s me, there’s you, and there’s nothing missing.

I straighten up and look into his eyes as we sit under the starlight.

MC: We rode a tractor, visited every corner of the village, raced up the mountain, and even hid from the rain using the mountain god’s turf. This isn’t just an interesting date - it’s an extraordinarily interesting one! 

MC: Come to think of it, it seems like every time I’m with you, we have these unexpected yet memorable special experiences! 

MC: So perhaps that starry scene at the banyan tree is an invitation letter to our next “perfect date”!

Clearly not expecting what I just said, he blinks at me in a daze.

Kiro: Miss Chips, are you truly happy today?

MC: Yes! Oh, I thought about what my prize should be from that earlier competition.

I reach out to place my hands on both sides of Kiro’s mouth, then tug upwards gently.  

MC: I want to see Kiro’s signature smile!

We maintain this comical position while looking at each other. My reflection in his eyes contains a serious expression and also a hint of stubborn silliness.

At first, Kiro is stunned. His eyes seem to have harnessed all the light from the lamp.

Even without my assistance, Kiro smiles automatically.

--It’s a smile that belongs to him, and a smile that he shows only to me. No matter when, or whatever happens, Kiro’s smile always brings me warmth and strength.

Kiro: Oh!

As though suddenly realizing something, he raises his pinky finger towards me with a brilliant smile.

Kiro: Do you remember the promise we made last year at the Spring festival?

MC: Of course I remember. You said… that you would be with me in the future.

Kiro: Not quite. It’s that I would be with you forever. But this time, let’s add on to the promise.

MC: Add on?

I hesitantly hook my pinky finger with his, and the place where our fingers link is a place where a tiny star-shaped speckle of light happens to be.

Kiro: The promise I want to add on is that I would not only be with you forever, but I will always be happy when I’m with you!

MC: Mm! Me too!

Kiro: It’s a promise! This is the mountain god’s turf, so he will be our witness!

I nod my head vigorously.

His voice melds together with the lights in the cave.

Kiro: Miss Chips, look. The rain has stopped.

🌧

Call after the date: here

[birthisacurse-and]

Hi, so my girlfriend finally got me to play stardew valley

Here's how it's gone so far:

I got the game 4 days ago. I've played 33 hours. -_-

😍 I fell in love with Penny at first fricking sight!! Lovely lil bookworm of a teacher!! It is halfway through winter, year 1, and she is now my wife 😊

I spent half the time never knowing I could use the elevator in the mines. I thought getting to lvl 40 would be fricking impossible until my gf told me about the gd elevator 😭

My gf pets her cows everyday before milking them bc she loves them. Made me feel bad for trying to milk them and make cheese asap so I could get on with the day, a c k

I play this game too efficiently. On one hand, it's very sweet and relaxing. On the other hand, must maximize crop and energy efficiency

I'm trying to really befriend everyone Penny interacts with. I've giving Vincent quite a few grapes, Jas lots of ice cream, and Pam way too much alcohol

Also, why can't I romance Robin!! She's such a fricking sweetheart, I love her!! I want my buff wife option!!

Also also, Demetrius is also such a sweetheart. Such gd sweethearts, the two of them. They danced at the luau and my wedding, what cuties!

I barely talk to anyone bc I keep forgetting the social aspect of the game, but one of my goals is to become very good friends with Linus, my wholesome, tent-dwelling boi.

I can't fish. At all. I fucking hate it. So much. The exclamation mark period is way too short!! I can fricking get the fishing part down, but I can never reel it in in the first place! I'm gonna get my gf to finish that bundle for me 😔

I wanna fix the buses asap so Penny can go to the city! She seems so sad being stuck in this town, I just wish she could explore the world!!

I really fucking want the minecarts fixed already. Or a gd horse!!! Why does it take so long to get anywhere???

I didn't realize there was a spa or you could hoe the ground for clay until halfway through autumn. I keep missing lil aspects I don't bother finding, a c k

Overall, this game is incredibly peaceful and beautiful. It even chills out my crazy, stressed-out brain sometimes. Sometimes I stress out because of the time limits on the day and seasons, but if I just breathe out, I can continue on with my pretty lil playthrough. I'm truly so happy I got this game, and can't wait to unlock new things and make new friends!! 😄

[catchlalune]

My Dearest Rose

a/n: hello again my starbursts! I hope quarantine is treating you well, please don’t forget to keep practicing social distancing! In the next installment of fics I may never finish writing is one very dear to me, I was having soooo much fun writing it but admittedly lost my steam. There are a lot of errors that I haven’t fixed and though the plot was thought out it was not completed in its entirety (obvi) it was maybe about 55% complete? But please give me some feedback and tell me if you like this style of song fic! (Also the very end is supposed to be very close to the very end of the story, I jumped around a bit whilst writting it!)

Pairing: Kim Woosung x Reader

Word Count: 3012

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Fantasy! Au, Cinderella! Au (Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella to be more precise)

Warnings: mentions of minor character death

The sweetest sounds I’ll ever hear are still inside my head

The kindest words I’ll ever know are waiting to be said

The most entrancing sight of all is yet for me to see, and the dearest love in all the world is waiting somewhere for me

The first time you meet him it is down by the public shoppes. He’s someone you’ve never met before and someone you are sure you’d remember due to the color of his hair, golden like inside of an iris’s petals.

 His eyes were so brown and so kind you had trouble responding to him when he spoke to you. 

“Miss? Are you alright?” You have to blink several times for his words to register in your head and when they do, you jolt and quickly look to the ground. 

“Yes, I think so.” You finally speak up as you gather the packages that were dropped when you were trying to not be trampled by the majestic horses and the beautiful blue carriage embroidered with the most astonishing golden detailing. 

“Those royals, never caring if they’re in someone’s way.” He comments as he begins to stack the packages for you and you quickly take them from him. 

“Oh, I’m sure they were going somewhere very important.” you reply sheepishly He doesn’t seem to buy that but gives you a gentle smile nonetheless. 

“Important enough to almost run someone over? I’m not sure about that.” He remarks, with a telling smile. You stop for a second just to think over his words, your brows furrowing as you turn from him. 

“Well, thank you, thank you very much.” You thank him meekly remembering you really are in a hurry, but before can make your getaway he frantically follows you. 

“Wait, what’s your name?” He asks, questioningly. You weren’t inclined to answer but you did nonetheless. 

“(Your name)? I like it.” The smile he gives you is charming, fit for a prince you think. 

“It grows on you I guess, if you’ll excuse me I really must deliver these now.” You can hear the fatigue in your voice as you say that and you turn to leave again but he continues to follow. 

“I can help! I do wish to speak to you some more and figure out what a man would need to learn in order to get in your good graces.” He says cheerfully and he takes the heaviest boxes from your arms before you can think about protesting. He just sets off in the direction you were headed.

“Well, I suppose I should know the name of the man that would like to know. And why he might be so adamant in helping out a girl he’s just met.” You sass as you jog after him.

“Let’s just say that he’s” a charming stranger.” He chuckles out, smirking.

“How charming can he be if he won’t answer a simple enough question as his name?” You ask as you stray away from him for a moment to drop off a package to the baker’s wife who was waiting outside of the bakery for you. She greets you with a wide smile and a warm muffin freshly baked. She sends you off with well wishes and a Tell your father thank you!

“How well do you know the people of this town?” You jump a little at the voice of the strange man to your left. 

“I’d feel more obligated to answer once I know how to address you.” You shrug. He laughs and shakes his head. 

“I thought I would be able to get away with not telling you but I concede. My name is Woosung.” He says pleasantly

“I’m not sure why you wouldn’t want to tell me if you want to help me but alright, it’s a pleasure to meet you Woosung.”  You say almost dropping a box. 

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine.” He replies smoothly. You want to smile at that but cover it up with a shift of the packages in your arms. 

“So it is.” 

With the help of Woosung you were able to get the deliveries done much faster than anticipated. Though he was a little strange and a bit over eager he was kind enough to help you with your task and see it through to the end. You decided it best to reward him by sharing half of your muffin with him. 

“It is much better when it’s still warm and with a glass of cold milk. My mother always thought so anyway.” You comment, remembering. He perks up at that while mumbling the question you so dreaded hearing with a mouthful of muffin, his stuffed cheeks making him look like a woodland creature. 

“Thought so?” 

“Yes, she passed when I was five. I remember bits and pieces but not everything.” You say. His shoulders slump and he gives you a sympathetic look. 

He replies. “I apologize for asking.” You were glad he didn’t say he was sorry for her passing, for you never really knew what to say after that in a conversation.

“There’s no need for an apology. I’ve learned to live with it now, my father had a girlfriend a couple years past and she was nice at first. Until she wanted me to call her mother then she got very mean. She made me do all the chores around the house alone and then at the end of the day would make me sleep in front of the fireplace as her two daughters took my room.” You state, seemingly unhappy with it.

“And your dad did nothing to stop it?” There was anger simmering underneath his tone. 

“He wasn’t around often. He may have been around for a week at a time before leaving for business trips. Until one day I begged him to stay or to take me with him and then he questioned why. My stepmother and sisters left very promptly after that.” Is what you respond.

“What do you do now?” He asks,with eyes that seem to be hanging off your every word. 

“Now I work with him. We moved towns after that and we are actually fairly new here. We own the flower shoppe right down there.” You point to the shop on the far side of the square that sat on the corner of the road. The bench two of you sat on having the perfect view of the quaint little store. 

“I’m not sure why I told you all this. But I think it probably has to do with having the same old routine all the time.” You continue.

“I understand that. Working tirelessly day in and day out doing the same old thing. It is nice to do something out of the ordinary once in a while.” He nods looking up at the clouds that lazily passed by. You were glad that at least someone could understand you. 

“Well, what about you?” Your question seems to startle him. 

“M-me?” Was that a stutter? He seemed so confident a moment ago. “My story is not very interesting. Just a boring family living in a boring place surrounded by boring people doing boring tasks.” He sounded a bit bitter about it. 

“That does seem a bit uninteresting.” You remark, letting it go for now, allowing the silence to settle comfortably over you both. Well, as silent as the ambience of the busy town square would allow. When the sun begins to lull he stands and stretches looking much like a cat, the thought makes you giggle and he grins in your direction. 

“Leaving so soon, Prince Charming?” He blinks at you, a bit startled. “You act so gentlemanly, it is something befitting of a prince.” You tease.

He shakes his head at this. “Oh hardly m’lady, I am not deserving of such a title.” He tilts his head then a small frown adorning his lips. They were a pretty pink color like that of a peach-colored rose. You then wonder. “Will I see you again?” 

“Perhaps, if you are ever in need of a bouquet.” He says smiling at you again, always such a dazzling occurrence. 

“I will make sure to need one in the future. Then, I’ll be going first.” Woosung says, you nod at him a small wave after until he turns his back and disappears down the cobblestone walkway.  

When you turn to make your back way to the store, your best friend stands before you a question in his eyes and his arms folded across his chest. 

“Oh! Dojoon, you nearly frightened me to death.” You squeak out, the hand over your heart could hardly calm its frantic beating. 

“Who was that?” He questions. You weren’t sure why but the tone in his voice had you a bit miffed. He was a nosy man but all in good faith. He was the first person you bonded with in town after landing a job in your store and you two were basically attached to the hip ever since. Usually you two would take turns delivering and working in the store, often alternating between the tasks. He probably set out to find you after you took longer than usual to get back.

“A charming stranger, that’s all.” You said, opening the door to your store, not really caring too much if it hits him as it shuts. 

“He has a name, doesn’t he?” He pushes. Dojoon had no trouble keeping up with your shorter strides. 

“Who has a name?” Your father's voice makes you jump for the third time that day. 

“No one, papa. How were the sales today?” You say, diverting the conversation.

 The attempt to change the subject worked well in your favor as your father and Dojoon were easily distracted by telling you animated stories of the days events. You only listened half heartedly, in the back of your mind you hoped -though a strange thought-that you would be able to meet the charming man once again. 

♧♧♧

After that encounter, Woosung came back the next day, and then the next, always incredibly charming and princely. The two of you spent so much time together you hardly noticed the changing of the seasons, summer turning to autumn, autumn to winter, the chill of the snow bidding its farewell when spring came and nestled its way into the trees, breathing life back into the nature around you. 

The two of you often spent time working together, if he didn’t help you with deliveries then he was helping your father with business matters or Dojoon with tending the flowers. If anyone enjoyed Woosung’s company more than you it was Dojoon. He was certainly skeptical at first until he met him and then they bonded well over their common interests in black roses and music. 

“Aye, did you all hear? The prince is giving a ball!” One of your regulars Mr. Windsong informs you with a bright smile. You notice Woosung stiffen next to you but you choose not to say anything about it. 

“Oh is he? I’m sure that will be very nice for the royals.” You reply to him flippantly, you weren’t very interested in the affairs of the rich. 

“You should be more interested,” Mr. Windsong motions for you to lean in so he can whisper in your ear,you humor him if only to get him to leave. “I hear he is to be picking a princess. Any lady he sees fit to marry so all of the eligible young woman in the land are invited.” 

“Trying to marry my daughter off are you?” You giggle at your father’s grand entrance bringing with him the lingering smell of cherry blossoms from the outside. 

“Oh no papa, he was just telling me about the ball the Prince is holding.” You watch as your father raises his brows and hands off a couple packages to Woosung to put away. 

“Oh the I heard about that too, apparently his parents want to marry him off. A little strange if you ask me, the King isn’t even past his prime yet.” The wind chimes tinkle as Dojoon steps in and Mr. Windsong steps out bidding everyone a farewell. 

“Perhaps his parents just want what is best for him.” The three of you turn your heads to Woosung whose mouth is slightly turned downwards. 

“Perhaps, but regardless it has nothing to do with me,” You get up from your perch behind the register and pick up a watering can to water some yellow carnations. “I have no interest in marrying a prince, let alone one I don’t know. Don’t you think marrying someone you hardly know is barbaric? What’s the use of marriage if not to marry someone you love?” You remark.

“Well we don’t know if the prince is being forced into it, he could not be.” Woosung adds, smiling at you but you sigh shaking your head slightly. 

“I’m not talking about the prince, I’m talking about the women. Why are we expected to just fall in love at the drop of a dime? Who cares if you’re a prince or a common man if you just expect us to just fall at the mention of fame and fortune?” You rebuttal.

If there was one thing Woosung was not expecting it was that. Your words caused his skin to flush, they were so cold. 

“Now dear, not all men are the same.” Sensing the tension your father steps between the two of you and Dojoon lets out a loud boisterous laugh. 

“Honestly, papa. I’m as mild and as meek as mouse, whenever someone gives me a command I obey. But the idea of being forced into marriage infuriates me. I loathe it, what am I to do if the one I marry forces me into it to? Will I ever get to be myself?” You question.

“Listen to me dear, I will not let that happen. No one will ever force you into anything ever again, not even me.” Your father sets a warm palm on your shoulder as reassurance and you nod at him. 

“I know, I just get scared sometimes thinking of life outside this shop. What if when you pass I’m married off to some evil man? Money does the worst things to people papa.” You can hear the “emotion” in your voice.

You watch as Dojoon steps forward with a crooked smile and shakes his head. “What am I chopped liver? I thought we made a pact that if you weren’t to be married by the time of your father’s passing that we’d-”

“Why are we speaking as if I’m about to meet the undertaker?” Your father interrupts, his question makes both you and Dojoon laugh. 

“Not at all sir!” Dojoon says, face flushed from laughing.

“It’s just, mama passed out of nowhere it seemed and if that were to happen to you too well I..I wouldn’t know what to do.” You prune at a patch of Forget-Me-Not’s as you say this, you vaguely remember your mother being fond of the baby blue blooms. 

☆☆☆☆

"I yearn for you, for your soft glances and your approval. I have never known a feeling quite like this, I only wish for you to extinguish the fire inside me. Please, tell me you care for me too."

You can't help but look at him from his confession, affairs of the heart were not something you were well versed in. But you'd be lying if you said his presence didn't alight a fire in you and snuff it out all at once. Its the tenderness of his voice and the way the moon reflects off the water on to his face that makes your breath quicken, at least that's what you tell yourself. 

"You know I care for you."

"But do you care for me? Does me being a prince make a difference? Tell me now, and I won't ever bother you again but you have to speak to me. Please do not shut me out." Woosung sounds desperate and you cant help feeling it's your fault for making him this way. 

The two of you sit there for a long while, him waiting patiently and you staring at the way the moon hits the water. You want to say it, want to speak your truth but admission is so hard and you are so weary. Regardless of the passage of time Woosung never moves from your side, he remains even when the chirping of early morning birds can be heard. He knows you, he understands. 

"I- I wish to-" Your voice comes out hoarse but Woosung doesn't seem to mind, he just hangs on every last word. 

When you turn to him you can see the adoration in his eyes, it was always there sparkling and bright. You could always feel it, the way he seemed to find your gaze in a crowded room always. The way with which he spoke to you, soft and steady. The way with which he bore his heart to you, slow with no pressure. It is all you can think about before pressing your lips to his in a kiss that would make Aphrodite squeal. 

The touch of his lips on yours is so right, he melts into it but does not move to make it go any further. It is languid and full of the emotions you both can not hope to ever put into words. It is full of the longing and of two beating hearts that call out for each other. Even then he remains as he always has. 

"Charming." 

"My dearest love, you are the charming one. And I will always be right here for you." He speaks the words like the whisper of a song as he taps the spot on the left side of your breast where you can feel a hammering. 

It's clear to you now that from the very moment you met at the shoppes all those seasons ago that he had always been for you, waiting and patient. 

[auroralightsthesky]

The Call of the Western Wilds

Summary: Mythology AU in which Bull is taught how to connect with one of his protectors

Note: If you guys wanna hear the music that inspired this story, the names of the song are “The Frozen Call” by Jonna Jinton and the theme to Netflix’s “Frontier”. Definitely give’em a listen, you will not regret it. Also if there is something I missed or screwed up in regards to the myths, don’t hesitate to let me know and I’ll try my best to fix it. Other than that, enjoy my friends. 

The fire crackled and spat sparks into the air while the glowing orange flames warmed the chilly autumn air. The lonely call of a wolf echoed across the Black Hills and over the towering pines, sending a chill up the back of Bull’s neck. He hated hearing it in the dead of night and when he heard barking? Forget it. Chaska had always told him that it meant a kill had taken place, yet with him, Chaska always insisted there was a lesson in everything. 

Back to the fire he had come, the old man with deep and ancient lines entrenched on his weathered old face and deep, grey-white hair that had been twisted in long, roping braids while on one side of his head hung the fallen feathers of a hawk. His clothes had been made of deer and bison hide, warm against the violent and unforgiveable Dakota winters and which held the faint smell of freshly tilled earth and pipe tobacco. Chaska was both revered and reviled among many. Revered for his leadership and skills as a shaman, but reviled by the tribe’s elite for taking Bull as a student. Unlike them, Chaska had seen what lay further beneath the surface. The color of his student’s skin did not matter to him in the least. What mattered was the hidden skill that Bull possessed and had suppressed since he was small.....and Chaska intended to help him any way he could. 

“I spoke with a few of the elders,” Chaska said, setting his things down by the fire. 

“And?” Bull asked, warming the palms of his hands against the radiant heat. 

“They agree that you are ready,” Chaska said. “Although that arrogant little Teetonka always sees fit to put in his two cents worth. Pitiful excuse of a man if you ask me.” 

Bull chuckled at the thought. Teetonka had always been “all talk, no action”, an arrogant little prick who only cared about his happiness and no one else’s. Bull’s girlfriend Irene, often had to speak with Chaska’s wife, Ehawe, about keeping the slimy shit as far away from her and the other village women as possible, lest he try anything that might warrant the wrath of the chief’s wife. 

“Regardless of what they say my young student,” Chaska said. “You are ready. But I warn you, seeking out the wakan is not an easy task. Remember what you were taught and nothing will go wrong.” 

Bull didn’t want to admit it but he was scared. Crossing from the world of the living and into the spirit world terrified him, knowing that one wrong misstep and he would be caught between for who knows how long. “I don’t think I can do this,” he admitted. 

A slight smile crossed Chaska’s face. “So do all who take up such a task,” the old man assured him. “But that is not up for us to decide. All you have to do, Bull, is decide what to do with the task that has been given to you. It is not in what you are facing, but in how you face it.” 

Chaska pulled the old and dusty blanket away and revealed the drum beneath. It was the very one Bull had used for practice, made of sturdy hide stretched over the wood frame. Bull’s eyes widened in surprise. Teetonka had broken it without a second thought and for months Bull had tried to find someone to help him fix it. But now it was fully fixed....and better than ever. 

I guess I’m more ready than I thought......he mused. 

“I’m ready,” he said to Chaska.

                                            ************

By the light of the fire, Chaska stood with the others, their voices powerful and almost warlike, rolling like thunder as they sang the words that followed the rhythm of the drumbeats. 

Night has fallen and the path appears

The eagle soars from across the mountain

The fire burns and so our people call

Come forth, come forth o spirits of the earth and sky

Spirits of the wind and water

Spirits of life and spirits of fire

O Wakan Tanka, greatest of all

We call to you in the midnight hour

One from another nation calls to you

Let your voice be heard O Great One

Show your son the way

Bull suddenly felt himself growing dizzy and light headed, slipping from his own body as he pounded away at the shaman’s drum. One moment he could hear the voices of the Lakota nation’s elders and the next he felt as though he were being pulled from his own physical body by an unseen rope and into a cold, void. All around him he saw nothing but sparks, red, hot and glowing orange as they kicked up from the dark of the night. 

Bull panicked, not knowing where he was or what had gotten him there, but up above he saw the faint glow of the moon and the rolling plains beneath the black, star flecked sky. All of the fear that had been there before had now vanished, pulled off of him like a thin cloak, leaving nothing but the deepest sense of peace within. 

He was at last in the spirit world.

The spirit world didn’t seem too different at all, no different than what he had left behind in the world of the living. The tall grasses swayed in the warm wind while crickets chirped, unseen in the grass. The warm wind got stronger as Bull ventured towards the crest of a nearby hill and the figure who stood high atop the rolling green. 

He was just like Chaska, only younger with the proud bearing of a great chief and taller with a great bald eagle perched on a gnarled old branch beside him. Bull was hesitant to approach, but something had told him that he had better not hold back. 

“I’ve waited for you for a long time little friend,” the man said as a proud smile crossed his face. 

Bull swallowed nervously. He had to speak now, otherwise he’d never find the way back. “Who...who are you?” he asked tentatively.

“I go by many other names, friend,” the man said. “Though I doubt you know them all. I am the one who leads the wind and those who must overcome their troubles.” 

“Tate’!” 

Tate’ smiled and placed his hand on Bull’s shoulder. It was warm, as warm as the fire but as gentle as the breeze. “You’ve learned well Denver,” he said. “Much more than anyone else ever could. You lead by example and command respect among both peoples. I mark you in the name of the Great One, who created all the world. You have my protection from this day, until the ending of the world.” 

Tate’ marked Bull’s face with his own hand, tracing the marks of a shaman on his forehead, chin, cheeks and neck. At Tate’s command Bull returned to his own body and opened his eyes, a powerful feeling running through his veins as he too joined in the chant of the elders. Years of struggle had turned him from a boy into a man, from someone who had once felt so small and insecure and into someone who could have conquered the world if he had tried. 

Bull Randleman had at last achieved his victory. 

[redthreadoffate]

(infinity) days of snow // c. 2 [tom hansen]

a repost, originally posted in my former writing blog

ship: tom hansen x oc

warnings: swearing; edited thrice in a span of…a few minutes so mistakes may be present

notes: i really enjoyed writing this before, super fun

summary: after summer is autumn, .after autumn comes winter. and during winter, there is snow.

(856)

During one of their coffee breaks, Tom notices that she isn’t as lively as usual. “Ava, what’s wrong?” he asks. “Are you having a bad day?”

She shakes her head and takes a sip from her tea, which he should’ve known was the first sign. She only has tea when she’s stressed. “No, it’s just that…my old friend is coming back tonight and we kinda left things in awkward terms.”

“Oh,” is all he says. “What happened?”

“Um…we were close, questions were asked—the question was asked and…um…I declined the offer.” She shrugs. “We never really had much contact after that…because I’m not sure of how it’ll work out so I’m really nervous.”

“It’ll work out,” he encourages. He shouldn’t have. He really shouldn’t have. Because once they’re back in the office, once Tom steps out of the elevator, whispers and chatters could be heard all around him. He asks Butch what’s happening. “Is something wrong?”

“Zachary Williams is coming back, Tom. And we all know what that means,” he smiles, “wedding of the century!”

“What wedding?” he asks. There’s a small smile on his face; he’s never been fond of weddings but he has imagined himself as a groom in more than one occasion.

There are cheers and claps coming from near the door. There’s a sharp-dressed man with dark hair and blue eyes. Handsome. People are shouting “welcome back” to him. The man smiles sheepishly as he acknowledges the ones around him. With careful and confident strides, he stops in front of Tom’s desk.

“Are you Tom Hansen?”

“Uh…yeah. Can I help you?”

“I’m Zack Williams. I heard you’re close to Snow.” There’s a pause and Tom can figure out why. “She isn’t in her office upstairs. Her dad didn’t notice her slip away and her secretary won’t give me proper answers. Would you happen to know where she is?”

Tom shakes his head. She hasn’t IM-ed or texted him. “I’m sorry, no.”

“Oh, I see. I also heard you two have dinner together almost every night,” the man says with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, “do you mind if you bring her to Sundae’s Best tonight? The restaurant near the theatres in—”

“Yeah, I know where that is,” Tom cuts him off gently, “and sure, I’ll bring her.”

“Thanks,” Zack smiles, “thanks a lot, Tom.”

“He introduced himself as Zack to you, Tom,” Sasha says as she fans herself with her hand, “that’s big. He must really want you to bring Miss Lanché to Sundae’s Best. He introduces himself as Zachary to everyone who isn’t in the same status.” Butch jokes that Zack could have him murdered if he doesn’t bring Snow to Sundae’s Best. He doesn’t want to take the chance. Zack Williams really looks like someone who could do that.

When he meets up with Snow for dinner, he suggests that they go to Sundae’s Best. She tells him that he doesn’t like the place because it’s too expensive. “Did Zack put you up to this?” she asks.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he murmurs.

“If it was him, you have to tell me, Tom,” she demands, “I don’t know how to answer him yet. I can’t…Tom! Is it Zack?”

“Yes,” he answers, finally, “but you can’t back out now.” They’ve stopped right in front of the store and Zack waves at them from behind the glass door. “What did he ask you, Ava?” She doesn’t answer, instead she takes a deep breath and enters the building. Tom follows and he’s surprised to see some of his co-workers but he sits on one of the stools beside Butch. “What’s happening?”

Sasha appears and begins to squeal. “Oh my god, it’s happening! It’s happening! We’re getting an answer!”

“Who is Zack Williams anyway?” Tom asks.

“Zachary Williams, is only only the heir to the Williams fortune! They own the Kipping Bank!” Sasha replies.

“So I’m no match for him,” he mumbles dully.

Butch turns to him. “You like Miss Lanché?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Tom,” Sasha says in a whisper, rubbing Tom’s shoulder sympathetically. “I…I…well, for what it’s worth,” she begins to bite her lip, “I’ve always thought that Miss Lanché had a thing for you. I think she rather fancies you more than she ever fancied Mr. Williams.”

“That doesn’t boost up my spirit at all, Sasha. And awhile ago you were cheering for him,” Tom reminds her sourly. “Or are you sorry for that, too?”

She frowns. “I was just…they were the power couple, Tom. They’re meant to be together.”

“Save it, Sasha,” Butch snaps, handing Tom a beer. “Drink. It might help.”

Tom rolls his eyes but takes down a huge gulp, not minding the burn that goes down his throat as the liquid passes by.

“Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, I’d just like to make a little speech for the most beautiful woman in here.”

It’s Zack and Tom can’t look away from the scene playing in front of him. Snow is standing awkwardly in the middles of the room, facing him, with Zack beside her and looking at her like she’s the best the best thing in the world. And for Tom, he can’t blame Zack because she probably is the best thing in the world.

“Snow, three years ago I asked for your hand in marriage. You didn’t accept because you said you that you needed time. I was heartbroken. But I respected your decision and gave you the space you wanted. So I went ahead to Europe despite being so angry at myself because I haven’t won you over and I just kept wishing that I had you waiting for me here as my future wife. I hope the time we spent apart from each other was enough for you to think…and ask you again. I love you, Snow. I have never stopped loving you. I would think about you every day. You’re amazing. Simply amazing. I’m not telling everyone here our story for sympathy, but I wanted them to hear our journey.” He gets down on one knee, reveals a black velvet box from his vest and asks, “Will you marry me?”

Snow doesn’t reply at first. She looks around her and then, their eyes connect. Her eyes are pleading but Tom doesn’t falter. Looking down at the man, she says, “Yes.”

*~*

(857)

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks her.

Snow had the decency to visit him in his apartment the next day, and he’s not sure whether to be happy or not. He had wanted to talk to her since last night but never had the guts to call her, and he’s also…hurt. It’s like his ex-girlfriends (and not so ex-girlfriend) all over again. Except he and Snow never had a romantic or sexual relationship.

“I didn’t think it was important.”

His voice rises, “I’m your…” and then stops himself, “your best friend. You could have told me you had a boyfriend who’s out of the country.”

“He isn’t my boyfriend,” she corrects.

“Right, he’s your fiancé now.” He rolls his eyes.

“Yes, he was my boyfriend but we took a break when he asked me to marry him because I didn’t feel the connection. I thought that there was someone out there for me. I love Zack, I really do, but not in the same way as…not the same way I love you, Tom.”

“You picked him last night.”

“Because you said you don’t feel the same way!” she snaps. “Why are you so mad? He was also my best friend before but it changed when he left. There was awkwardness and no sense of closure. He asked me to marry him three years ago and I declined.”

“If you knew he was coming back then you should have never told me that you loved me.”

“But I did and I still do! I thought you felt the same way, that’s why I told you. When you told me that you didn’t feel the same way, I didn’t want to tell you about him right away because I didn’t want you to think that you might have just been a scapegoat! And then it just slipped my mind, but I found out that he was coming home earlier than expected and I just panicked.”

“Well I love you!” Tom shouts.

She stands still. “What?”

“I love you,” he repeats. “I love you, Ava! And yes, I admit, this whole argument is my fault, I should have told you sooner that I love you. I fucking love you, Ava! And now that you have…that,” he eyes her engagement ring, “and him….”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

*~*

(745)

“I think I love her,” Tom says to his sister. They’re in the diner and he’s telling her all about Snow. Rachel seems happy for him and she urges him to tell her. “Do you think it’s too late, though?”

“She’s still with you, isn’t she?” Rachel confirms. “She hasn’t told you about some boy she’s seeing, right?”

He searches the back of his mind for an answer. “You’re right. I’ll tell her.”

*~*

(747)

He’s being blocked by a stack of boxes inside the elevator. The men pushing the cart had apologized but the people inside were squeezed like tuna in a can. That’s when he overhears some gossiping workers.

“Miss Lanché is hanging out with that architect a lot.”

“The cute one?”

“Tom, I think is his name. I think they make a cute couple, don’t you think?”

He feels himself smile at that.

“But she can do so much better,” the same person continues.

He frowns.

“I agree. She’s beautiful, she’s smart, she’s the heiress to this company and she’s rich. She can have any man she wants and she’s going to get it with someone who’s not even in the highest position in the architecture department?”

“But I heard that Mr. Lanché is close to Tom. Surely he doesn’t want his precious daughter to marry someone of…lesser status, right?”

The elevator dings and the doors open. He hears their voices begin to soften and he deducts that they’ve gotten off. Their words continue to ring in his ears and infiltrate his mind.

That night, he calls Rachel and tells her what happened. “They said that!? Those bitches.”

*~*

(903)

Their relationship was never the same. They constantly tried to avoid each other. Once, he was on a blind date with a woman. It wasn’t a disaster until the very end; he called the wrong name in bed. He even said ‘Snow’. This caused the woman to make him leave right away. Talking to Paul and McKenzie didn’t help either. Rachel was helpful but she wasn’t always present.

Just a week ago, the newspapers, tabloids and especially magazines, have been posting pictures of the newly engaged couple. Many journalists have tried setting up interviews, but with Snow living a private life and Zack busy, all were turned down. Tom hates seeing headlines and pictures of them together.

Tonight is the annual winter ball and Tom had tried his hardest to look his best. He wanted to impress people, to show them that he can just be as good looking as Zachary Williams. Last year, Mr. Lanché had informed them that his daughter wouldn’t be able to make it due to her illness; now that he thinks about, Tom hopes that she wasn’t too sick.

When he reaches the hotel, cameras are flashing around. Last year, he had Butch and Sasha walk the red carpet with him. This year, he knows how to handle it and he swiftly gets inside the building. In the ballroom of a lavish hotel, Tom sticks mostly to Butch and Sasha.

“Do you know when they’ll be arriving?” he asks.

“Miss Lanché always makes an entrance, her gowns are to die for,” Sasha fawns. “I wonder what she’ll wear tonight.”

After about half an hour, the doors open, Sasha squeals, and in comes Mr. Lanché in a custom suit, with a tie that that matches his wife’s blue dress. Zack is also with them, and his tie is silk silver. And then there’s Snow. Her dress is silver with beautiful, elegant patterns all over it. There’s even a snowflake that hides her cleavage. At first glance, it looks like a skimpy, narrow, off-the shoulder dress that reaches the floor. But upon closer inspection, Tom sees that the skin that is revealed at the topmost of her body is being covered by sheer material. Her hair is down, with ringlets around her shoulder, and her make-up is not at all exaggerated.

“Are you going to just stare at her,” Butch starts, “or are you actually going to go talk to her?”

Tom does manage to talk to her. It’s already eleven when he gets the chance, though. All she did so far was socialize with the elite and talk and dance with Zack. He spotted her leaving the room and heading to the restroom. “Ava!” he calls out when they’re alone.

She turns around. “Tom.”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Sure,” she says, “what’s up?”

“Um…first, you look very beautiful tonight.”

She smiles. “Thank you, Tom. You look very handsome yourself.”

Taking a deep breath, he says. “And…I don’t want you to marry Zack.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

“I love you, Ava. And…I can tell that you don’t love Zack.”

“I loved him before, Tom,” she says, folding her arms in front of her, “I can love him again just as much, maybe even more. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to check my appearance.” As she starts to walk away, he can’t help but tell her one more time about how beautiful she looks. “Thank you.”

*~*

(1385)

The day of the wedding.

He had planned on not going, to spare himself, but Butch and Sasha had made him go. Paul and McKenzie thought it was a bad choice until they thought of an idea. It would be embarrassing from the beginning, probably be the laughing stock if it failed, but hey, if it works, then it’ll be all worth it.

Even if it’s the most beautiful wedding he’s ever gone to, even if it took months for this to happen, and Snow’s dress is as beautiful as she is, and maybe the cameras around the church would make things more nerve-wracking, he didn’t want to back out.

So as the priest says the words that he’s been waiting for, Tom jumps up from his seat, pretending that the wedding is a disaster and that the cameras all over the place would not face him and dare put his name in the headlines next to the wedding of the century’s or that Zack and his family could probably declare him missing in a day, and exclaims, “I object!”

Gasps could be heard all around. Snow and Zack turn to look at him with wide eyes. Snow begins to shake her head, wanting to save him from embarrassment, most likely.

“I’m not rich, I’m not the heir to some company and I may not be as good looking as the groom,” he starts, swallowing down his pride, “but I work hard, I’m educated and I love you, Ava. I should have told you sooner, I know I should have and we could have saved ourselves from this, but I was terrified. I didn’t…I didn’t want to be turned down because I wasn’t worthy of you. You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re the heir to one of the world’s biggest companies even when you want to be a teacher.” He smiles when he sees her smiling. “In society’s eyes I’m not worthy of you, but I can prove to you that I am. I can and I will.”

She smiles wider. He grins. It doesn’t even take her a second to decide as she quickly turns back to the man in front of her. “Zack—”

“Save it,” he stops her, “let’s not go through the drama. I should have known something was up when you hesitated to answer my proposal.”

“Zack, I’m so sorry.”

He shrugs and kisses the top of her forehead. “This doesn’t mean that I’m burning and drowning at the same time inside.”

She frowns as he casually steps down and moves pass everyone. His parents run after him but not before they give evil eyes at the bride. Cameras flash and murmurs can be heard. She lowers her eyes for a moment before walking down as well. She stops in front of her parents and gives them a pleading look.

Mr. Lanché smiles at her. “Just because I’m your father and I own a company doesn’t mean that I’ll stop you.”

“He must be really worthy if he had the courage to stop a wedding that’s being watched by millions,” Mrs. Lanché adds.

Snow hugs them both before running to Tom who had been waiting for her in the aisle. She jumps and he catches her effortlessly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he responds. “It would’ve been easier if you broke off the engagement,” he jokes.

“And give you an easy time? I don’t think so,” she says. She smiles and kisses him.

*~*

(2480)

Three years of dating all leads to this.

It’s snowing outside and Snow had thought of building a snowman, just for fun. They’re now on the body, with Tom handing out buttons that had fallen off shirts for Snow to press on their masterpiece. “There’s one more,” he says.

“We don’t need more,” she argues and then looks at the man, “do we?”

“He needs a heart,” Tom continues and hands the item in his hand to her.

“If you say so,” Snow says smiling and begins to put the round item on the man made of snow. But as she does, she looks at it first and then gasps. “This isn’t a button, Tom.”

He shakes his head and gets down on one knee. “Ever since you came into my life, everything’s changed. You’re my good luck charm, if you didn’t notice. And I tried my best to show you how worthy I am to be yours and for you to be mine. Now that my position in your family’s company is more secure,” he had just been promoted to president of the architecture division, “and I finally realized why all my past relationships didn’t work, and why winter is my favorite season,” he kisses the back of her hand, “it’s because of you. You know I love you. I love you so much. And I would love to come home and call for my wife.”

“We work in the same place and get off at the same time.” She giggles.

He smiles. “Then I get to say, 'I get to go home with my wife’ every day. And I think we’re ready to have Casey and Spencer, too, don’t you think? I know I’m ready to teach Casey all my tricks and spoil my princess Spencer.”

She laughs. “Does that mean I’m the less-fun parent?”

“We can be both.” He chuckles. “So what do you say? Will you marry me, Snow?”

She grins. “Yes, Tom. I will marry you.”

Despite his bad luck with…life, in general, Tom finally did get a happy ending.

*~*

(1)

[hercleverboy]

Ghost Of You

PROMPT : Ghost Of You By 5 Seconds Of Summer

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Reader

WARNINGS: Swearing, Heavy angst.

Here I am waking up, still can't sleep on your side

There's your coffee cup, the lipstick stain fades with time

If I can dream long enough, you'd tell me I'd be just fine

I'll be just fine

3 months, 21 days, and 5 hours.

That’s how long it’d been since the love of Bucky’s life had left. With no explanation at all.

His eyes fluttered open, and heaved a small sigh, his eyes adjusting to the early morning sunlight that poured through the slightly open curtains. He smiled contently, reaching his arm out to his girlfriend, who’d fallen asleep soundly next to him the night before. However, a frown graced his features when he found her side of the bed cold and empty. He heaved himself out of the bedroom, pulling on some sweatpants and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he headed downstairs to the kitchen, were his lovely Y/N would be, making his morning coffee as she always did. Though, as his feet padded softly into the marble floored kitchen, he was surprised to find that she wasn’t there. So he called out for her, but received no response. He checked the bathroom and the living room, though those too were empty. And that’s when the panic set in. He rushed back up the staircase, calling out her name, though it seemed to only echo around the walls of their small home. His breathing picked up, beginning to get erratic and he told himself not to panic, that there was a sure excuse for everything. However, that thought was wiped from his mind when he saw the wardrobe doors, wide open, with her side completely empty. Void of her autumn coloured jumpers, and hundreds of pairs of shoes that she insisted she needed no matter how many times Bucky rolled his eyes at her antics. He reached for his phone that sat idly on his bedside table, checking or any messages or missed calls, only to find there were none. He pressed the phone to his ear, having dialed her number, as he rushed around the home, looking for a note she may have left that explained her absence. Though again, he found nothing, and her phone went straight to voicemail. He called another 23 times, though each time nothing changed. After the 23rd call, he sank down against the bathroom door, as the tears fell rapidly from his eyes. She’d left him, she really had. The woman he loved with all he had, the woman that made him feel so human despite the animalistic things he’d been guilty of doing, The woman he’d hoped to marry one day - Gone. And just like that, Bucky’s world fell to pieces around him.

He’d hoped that she’d come back, with a silly excuse for her sudden absence, and everything would be okay. But that didn’t happen. On that particular morning, he woke up from another night of getting a mere few hours of sleep. His nightmares had also returned — she was the only one that kept them away — and he found himself unable to sleep most nights. He sat up against the headboard, pulling his knees to his chest, and placing his head in his hands. He found that he couldn’t seem to cry much anymore, as if he’d cried himself dry. He was careful not to touch her side of the bed. The left hand side, she’d always insisted she liked that side better. He hadn’t touched it once since she’d left, he couldn’t bring himself to. Turning his head, he looked at the cup that sat on her bedside table. The cream coloured mug stained with the burgundy coloured lipstick she often wore, though the stain had faded since he’d last looked at it. Though he didn’t dare touch it. And he supposes that if he could dream, he’d dream of her. How she’d held him after he’d wake up in cold sweat, tears staining his cheeks from another nightmare. How she’d whisper sweet things into his ear, tell him that he would be okay. How he wished she was here to tell him that.

So I drown it out like I always do

Dancing through our house with the ghost of you

And I chase it down, with this shot of truth

Dancing through our house with the ghost of you

Liquor never did much for the winter soldier, the serum from HYDRA had made it so. Bucky could sit and drink shot after shot in an attempt to forget how his heart desperately ached and yearned for the woman he loved. It wouldn’t do jack shit. He’d only end up throwing the bottle at the wall in his angered state, before crumbling to the ground in tears. That’s how Steve had found the poor man, 4 weeks after Y/N had left. Crumbled into a ball on the kitchen floor, surrounded by glass shards, hands shaking and bleeding as he cried out for Y/N, His Y/N.

Steve was his best friend, and had seen him at his worst times, but this was impossibly worse than ever before. Steve, having not seen Bucky for a while had gone over to the couples cozy home, knocking and waiting patiently for an answer. When none came, he turned to leave, assuming they were out, but the sound of glass shattering gained his attention. He knocked again, and busted the door open when he recieved no response. Calling out for Y/N and Bucky, Steve cautiously entered the home, checking all the rooms before heading towards the kitchen. His ears caught onto the sound of shallow breathing and what sounded like crying. He turned the corner into the kitchen, his heart breaking at the sight of his best friend, holding himself as heartbroken sobs left his chapped lips.

“She’s gone, Steve.” He whimpered out, before breaking down into more sobs. Steve was confused, though quickly caught on. He’d noticed that Y/N’s car wasn’t in the driveway, and how the home seemed to be missing the warming glow that she’d brought. Y/N had gone. Had she left? Had she been taken? Steve wanted to ask, but the sight of his sobbing friend took priority at the moment. This was his best friend, sitting absolutely wrecked on his kitchen floor. And with no other idea on what to do, Steve dropped to his knees beside Bucky and hugged him tightly. To which Bucky responded by gripping onto his friend, as he cried into his shoulder. The cracked cries that left his lips broke Steve’s heart, welling tears in his own eyes. Never had he seen Bucky in such a way.

Steve got all of the avengers looking for Y/N, though she’d managed to clear her path pretty well. This only broke Bucky’s heart even more, because it meant that she didn’t want to be found. Though he wouldn’t give up. He needed her like he needed air to breathe. If she’d left because she felt as though she wasn’t good enough, he’d spend every minute he had to making her believe she was more than enough. Whatever he could do for her to come back with him, to go back home. Weeks turned to months, and the search wasn’t turning up any results. So Bucky would sit, in his broken home, as the record player spun the vinyls that she’d loved to listen to. A particular song began to play, one that she’d claimed was ‘their song’, and it only made his heart clench more. He stood up, swaying slightly to the melody as he remembered how they’d danced to this very song. How they’d made 3AM promises that it would be that very song that they danced to during their first dance as husband and wife, that they’d have kids of their own one day.

They laid in their bed, wrapped up in each others embrace. It was 3 in the morning, and they really should’ve been sleeping, but the couple found that conversations at this time of night were the best. Y/N was softly giggling at a joke Bucky had made, as she laid on his chest, her fingertips tracing patterns on his chest as his hands held her hips gently. Her giggles died down, and she sighed contently. Bucky took the time to take in her beautiful features. How her smile brought such a sense of warmth, how the light freckles on her cheeks seemed to shimmer, how her soft skin gleamed in the small stream of moonlight coming from the window. It was at this time of morning, that he let his mind speak, without often processing his words. It meant everything he said was authentic, and meaningful.

“I’m going to marry you one day, Doll.” He whispered, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

She chuckled, quirking a brow. “Are you now?”

He smirked, tightening his grip on her a little as if it would bring her any closer than they already were. “Damn right I am. One day, I’ll ask you, and You’ll be the Mrs Y/N Barnes,”

She chuckled fondly at the idea, looking into his eyes with a look of adoration. “And I’ll say yes in a heartbeat.”

He chuckled at that, “I’d hope you would.”

“And our first dance, it’ll be to our song?” She asked, her voice perking up in question.

“ Of course, doll. And after I make you my wife, we’ll have tons of wild sex and hopefully get a few kids out of it.” He was partially joking, though he knew that he wanted her to be the mother of his children.

“I would gladly have your children. But I get to choose the names, right?” She giggled.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, darlin’.”

Cleaning up today, found that old Zeppelin shirt

You wore when you ran away, and no one could feel your hurt

We're too young, too dumb, to know things like love

But I know better now, better now

Steve insisted on coming over to the apartment, to help Bucky out with the cleaning jobs that he was too mentally exhausted to complete himself. The search for Y/N had become harder and harder, as every time they came back from a potential lead empty handed, the chances of finding Y/N got slimmer and slimmer. Bucky wasn’t taking care of himself, admist all the worry for Y/N, he’d forgotten to take care of himself. So Steve insisted he’d come over to help.

Steve let himself into the apartment, with a key Bucky had given him months ago. It’d been when Y/N and Bucky as gone away from the weekend, to spend some time together. Y/N had hundreds of house plants that she kept. They were her pride and joy. Whether it was the little cacti that sat by the front door, or the flowers that were budding in a vase on the island in the kitchen. She loved them, and always ensured they had enough water. So when they’d gone away, she asked Steve if he’d keep them healthy for her, giving him a spare key and strict instructions on how to feed each one. Bucky had tried to keep them topped up, knowing that when she came back to him she’d be upset if her plants had died. But over the past month, the only thing that mattered to him was getting her back home. He disregarded anything that didn’t involve the next potential lead, and threw himself into figuring out where she’d gone, and why.

“Hey, Buck. How’re you feeling?” Steve asked, polite as always.

“I think I might have a lead on Y/N. Someone in —“ Bucky started rambling, but was cut off by Steve.

“When was the last time you ate? Or even showered?” Steve was growing angry. He understood how he was struggling to cope, he was grieving. Though Steve hated to watch as bucky tore himself apart, not even looking after himself properly as he was so consumed with finding her.

“I’m fine. I don’t have time for that, I’ve got to— I need to find her.” Bucky’s eyes were pleading, but then again so we’re Steve’s, as he begged for his friend to take care of himself. Steve bent down, beginning to pick up some crumpled cans and crisp packets that littered the room, and had just opened his mouth to encourage Bucky to eat something, when the doorbell sounded.

Bucky gasped, his eyes welling with tears as he made a dash out the bedroom door, with Steve calling after him. Bucky threw open the front door, ready for Y/N to be standing behind it, only to be met with a confused looking delivery man. Bucky’s face dropped, and his hands fell beside him.

“Uh, package for a — Mr Barnes?” The delivery guy mumbled, confused at the tears that welled in Bucky’s eyes. Steve came up behind him, taking the package from him and smiling politely.

“Yes, thanks.” He thanked the delivery man as Bucky shuffled back to his room, all hope of his Y/N returning vanishing from within him.

Steve held the package suspiciously, checking it out before deciding it wasn’t a threat and was safe enough to open. He pulled open the package, ripping the tape from the sides, and out fell a t-shirt with a small white note attached to it. Bucky’s eyes drifted over to the black shirt that Steve held in his hands. His mouth ran dry and his throat tightnened when he recognised it immediately. It was his Led Zepplin shirt that Y/N stole from him repeatedly. It used to annoy Bucky, when he couldn’t find his favourite shirt, but that one morning he’d walked in on it hanging from her frame, he’d decided it looked better on her anyway.

“Buck?” Steve’s voice brought him back from his daze, and he stumbled toward we’re Steve stood. He took the shirt from Steve’s hands, and brung it to his nose, inhaling deeply. And of course, is smelled like her. Her favourite Tropical perfume filled his nostrils, and his eyes clouded with those all too familiar tears. This was the shirt she’d worn when she’d left him. He squeezed the fabric in his fingers, inhaling the scent again as Steve remained silent, his eyes re - reading the little note that had been attached to the shirt. Bucky eventually looked up, his eyes landing on the paper Steve held.

“What does it say, Steve?” He asked quietly, though Steve couldn’t seem to find an appropriate response. Therefore, Bucky snatched the paper from his face fingertips. It was definitely Y/N’s handwriting. Neat and tidy, written perfectly in the blue felt pen she loved so dearly, and beautiful in every sense. He read the simple words over and over, hoping that maybe they’d change if he read them just once more.

“I’m so sorry, Buck.” Steve whispered. Bucky willed himself not to cry, and so sucked in a deep breath, placing the paper on the bedside table and sinking down against the bed frame, holding the shirt to his chest.

A string of simple words that made his broken heart feel shattered.

“I’m not good enough for you.

Let me go.”

After moments of silence, Bucky felt a shuffle beside him, as Steve took a seat on the floor next to him.

“Im so lost without her, Stevie.” He mumbled.

“I know, buddy.” Steve placed a comforting hand on his friends shoulder. “But we’re gonna bring her back. Okay?”

So I drown it out like I always do

Dancing through our house with the ghost of you

Bucky would never forget the day that he was pulled from his bed by rapid knocking on the door. It’d now been 6 months without his beloved Y/N, and the avengers search wasn’t turning up any results, and neither was Bucky’s. He’d groaned, hoping that whoever it was would get the hint and leave if he just ignored them for long enough. However, whoever was knocking was persistent, and so, Bucky dragged his aching body from the bed and trudged towards the door. Pulling it open, he sighed when he saw Steve standing the other side.

“Steve, you were here yesterday. I told you I’m fine, now go—“ Bucky began, but was interrupted by Steve who quickly cut him off.

“We found her.” Steve breathed. If he’d come from the tower, he was breathing heavily from the overall anticipation and adrenaline of it all.

Bucky’s voice chocked up, and his world spun. “I— you — what?” He managed to choke out.

“Y/N. We found her.”

She sighed, breathing in the fresh scent that the air held around her. She sat on the small balcony of her studio apartment, looking out at the bustling city around her. Paris truely was a stunning city, and the French culture was so intriguing to her. She’d always wanted to travel, and use what she’d learnt of the French language to communicate with those around her. She simply adored it. However, no matter how content it made her, that didn’t stop the heavy ache in her chest that weighed her down. Her heart ached for the man that she loved. Though, she had no right to claim she was heartbroken, because she’d done it to herself really. She’d been the one to leave without giving the poor man any indication as to why. And it was impeccably cruel. Thing was, she couldn’t give him what he wanted. She was no where near enough. Numerous times throughout their relationship, Bucky had expressed how he planned for her to be the mother of his children, and god she wanted nothing more, but that was the problem. 2 weeks before she’d left him without a trace, she had booked a doctors appointment. She thought she may have been pregnant, which excited her to no end, but she wanted to have it confirmed before she told Bucky. When the doctor told her she wasn’t pregnant, but instead was unable to conceive, her world collapsed. She didn’t say a word to Bucky. Surely he’d be disappointed in her? Her body wasn’t capable of giving him the one thing it was supposed to be able to do. It hurt her to think of how fondly he’d spoken of having kids and being the father he’d always wanted to be, when she knew she’d never be able to give him what he desired. Her logic was that if she left, he’d move on from her and find himself a woman who could give him the family he wanted. So with tears streaming down her cheeks and sobs catching in her throat, she’d kissed his cheek as he slept peacefully on their bed, and left without a single trace. She covered her tracks to the best of her abilities, because she knew that the Avengers would be all in on trying to find her. She couldn’t let that happen, not if she wanted to give Bucky the chance he deserved. She sighed, gazing out as the sun set, before standing and grabbing her coat from the rack by the door, slipping on her boots, deciding on going on a walk to clear her clouded mind.

Stopping in front of the apartment building, which was down one of the narrow stoned paths of the beautiful city, Bucky couldn’t comprehend what was happening. After months of sleepless nights and crying himself dry of tears, he was finally going to get his girl back and bring her back home where she belonged. No matter what had made her leave, they’d fix it. He wouldn’t live without her, he simply refused to let her go after this. The 6 months of torture without her taught him, if anything, that once he got her back, he would never let her leave his sight again. Steve pushed open the door, and began the climb up the stairs to where Y/N’s studio apartment was on the fourth floor of the building. Bucky followed closely, the nerves building up inside him. Yes, he was going to get his girl back, show her how much he loved her. But what happened if she didn’t want to go back? What happened if she didn’t love him anymore?

Bucky didn’t have time to process the immense speed that his thoughts came at, and was surprised at how quickly they’d reached the door that was hers. Steve banged the side of his shoulder into the front door, which swung wide open due to the lack of security on the door lock. The studio was quite bare, but still had little pieces of Y/N littered everywhere. Her perfume hung in the air, and there were 3 small cacti plants on the kitchen side. Though, Y/N was no where to be seen. They both checked the small apartment, but found nothing.

“She’s not here.” Bucky murmured. “She’s not fucking here!” He yelled, his metal fist curling into a ball and smashing down on the wooden table in the kitchen, making a large hole through its center.

Steve attempted to soothe his friend, though it did little to ease his anger. “Bucky. Calm down. She can’t have gone far—“

“She was supposed to be here!” He screamed, his breathing turning erratic. The silence was deafening, but Steve didn’t dare speak. Only The sound of her boot heels walking along wooden floors broke the silence. Seconds later, a hesitant Y/N walked slowly into the apartment.

Bucky’s head whipped around at the sound of someone entering the apartment, and the breath was knocked from his lungs. There she stood, tears in her eyes and a small smile on her lips. His Y/N.

“Hey there Doll.” He managed to whimper out, the tears causing a lump to form in his throat.

“Hi Bucky.”

And I chase it down, with this shot of truth

That my feet don't dance like they did with you

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

Bliss Uncovered by Tony J. Forder

D.I. Bliss #0.5

 Jimmy has years on the street in uniform under his belt before moving into his new role as a detective constable and suddenly finding himself working undercover. He is sure of his skills but there is one fly in the ointment and that is his immediate boss, D.I. Moody. In addition to working undercover he helps on a case dealing with a missing child and that proves to be much different than expected though a smaller portion of the story.

 What I liked:

* Getting to see Jimmy earlier on in his career than I had before. I came in on book six of the series so had missed much though never felt I was unable to follow along. I liked Jimmy as a young man just as well as I did in the later books I have read.

* Learning more about Jimmy when younger and not on the police force – and also learning about his family and his girlfriend

* The plot, pacing and story

* Hazel: his girlfriend seems perfect for him…in more ways than one

* The way Jimmy managed to think on his feet

* The empathy Jimmy had and his ability to see others as more than their job or issues they were dealing with in their lives

* The twist at the end…a “gotcha” moment for sure!

* All of it really except…

 What I didn’t like:

* The bad guys…although they were made to seem human and not 100% bad…at least a few of them.

* The chip on his shoulder that D.I. Moody seemed to have

 Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more in this series/by this author? Definitely!

 Thank you to the author and BOTBS for the ARC – This is my honest review.

 5 Stars

    BLURB

 The bestselling author of the stunning DI Bliss crime series is back – this time with a thrilling prequel novella.

 A double life – a single truth.

 Fresh out of uniform, DC Jimmy Bliss finds himself at the centre of an undercover sting. Enlisted by a crew of villains to crack a safe, he fears his cover is blown when he’s seen in the wrong place at the wrong time.

 But on the night of the job, things run smoothly enough until the gang leader changes the location of the heist. As the job spirals out of control, Bliss has to trust his instincts and buy some time. There’s just one problem: he has no idea if his team know what has become of him.

 As the situation escalates, Bliss finds himself at the mercy of a violent criminal who will do anything not to be caught.

    AUTHOR BIO

 Tony J Forder is the author of the bestselling DI Bliss crime thriller series. The first seven books, Bad to the Bone, The Scent of Guilt, If Fear Wins, The Reach of Shadows, The Death of Justice, Endless Silent Scream, and Slow Slicing, will be joined in December 2020 by a prequel novella, Bliss Uncovered.

Tony’s other series – two action-adventure novels featuring Mike Lynch – comprises both Scream Blue Murder, and Cold Winter Sun.

 In addition, Tony has written two standalone novels: a dark, psychological crime thriller, Degrees of Darkness, and a suspense thriller set in California, called Fifteen Coffins, released in November 2020.

 Tony lives with his wife in Peterborough, UK, and is now a full-time author. He is currently working on Bliss #8, The Autumn Tree.

    Links

Website: https://www.tonyjforder.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tonyjforder/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/TonyJForder @TonyJForder

Amazon Author: https://www.amazon.co.uk/l/B01N4BPT65

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16166122.Tony_J_Forder

Fantastic Fiction: https://www.fantasticfiction.com/f/tony-j-forder/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/tonyjforder/

[ask-puppojiminnie]

Numbers 200 to 1? \^-^/

200: My crush’s name is:Nyx ♥♥♥

199: I was born in:1998

198: I am really:Tired.......

197: My cellphone company is:MTS

196: My eye color is:Brown

195: My shoe size is:6.5/7

194: My ring size is:6

193: My height is:5 feet

192: I am allergic to:Nickel and perfume

191: My 1st car was:2002 Buick LeSaber 

190: My 1st job was:Postal Clerk

189: Last book you read:Across the Universe by @jiminthefairyprince and @possesen

188: My bed is:Double bed....?

187: My pet:Puppo is Frejya, Kitties Bygul and Trjegul, geckos Leo and Princess Bubblegum

186: My best friend:Jenna, Nathan and Sydney ♥

185: My favorite shampoo is:Herbal Essences Body Envy

184: Xbox or ps3:PlayStation

183: Piggy banks are:a thing....

182: In my pockets:Nothing

181: On my calendar:Jin and Taehyungs birthdays

180: Marriage is:A big goal for me ♥♥♥

179: Spongebob can:Be my bestie

178: My mom:Tracy

177: The last three songs I bought were?You in Me - KardHush - Miss aThe Cure - Lady gaga

176: Last YouTube video watched:Dragons in Places Part 1 - game grumps

175: How many cousins do you have?15

174: Do you have any siblings?A brother

173: Are your parents divorced?Nope

172: Are you taller than your mom?By, like.... a quarter inch

171: Do you play an instrument?Not anymore.

170: What did you do yesterday?Skyped with @nyx-vesperia ♥♥♥ drew a new comic page and wrote a bit of story

[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight:Yes

168: Luck:Yes

167: Fate:Yes

166: Yourself:Fuck no

165: Aliens:Yes

164: Heaven:No

163: Hell:No

162: God:No

161: Horoscopes:No

160: Soul mates:Yes

159: Ghosts:Yes

158: Gay Marriage:Yes

157: War:Sometimes

156: Orbs:What.....?

155: Magic:Fuck yes!

[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses:Hugs

153: Drunk or High:Gross. neither

152: Phone or Online:Online

151: Red heads or Black haired:Black haired

150: Blondes or Brunettes:Brunettes

149: Hot or cold:Cold

148: Summer or winter:Winter

147: Autumn or Spring:Autumn

146: Chocolate or vanilla:Vanilla

145: Night or Day:Night

144: Oranges or Apples:Oranges

143: Curly or Straight hair:Depends

142: McDonalds or Burger King:McDicks

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate:Milk Chocolate

140: Mac or PC:PC

139: Flip flops or high heals:High heels

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor:Sweet and Poor

137: Coke or Pepsi:Coke

136: Hillary or Obama:Obama

135: Buried or cremated:Buried

134: Singing or Dancing:Singing

133: Coach or Chanel:Chanel

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks:Who?

131: Small town or Big city:Small town

130: Wal-Mart or Target:Target but we don’t have it anymore

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler:Neither?

128: Manicure or Pedicure:Manicure

127: East Coast or West Coast:East Coast

126: Your Birthday or Christmas:Birthday

125: Chocolate or Flowers:Chocolate

124: Disney or Six Flags:Disney

123: Yankees or Red Sox:Neither

[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War:Don’t like it

121: George Bush:I don’t know enough to have an opinion

120: Gay Marriage:Make that shit legal everywhere. I want to be able to travel around the world with my wife

119: The presidential election:Ugh.... no comment

118: Abortion:Pro-choice

117: MySpace:Never used it

116: Reality TV:Gross

115: Parents:I love them, but they can be bad sometimes....

114: Back stabbers:Fuck backstabbers

113: Ebay:Don’t use it

112: Facebook:Don’t have it

111: Work:Tiring

110: My Neighbors:I’ve never met them

109: Gas Prices:Pretty fucking bad

108: Designer Clothes:Sometimes amazing. Sometimes, very questionable

107: College:Scary

106: Sports:What is sport?

105: My family:My immediate family is nice.

104: The future:Don’t wanna think about it

[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone:Sometime in september. My co-worker found out her cat had been run over by a truck

102: Last time you ate:4 hours ago

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile:I saw my girlfriend after a year in the summer.

100: Cried in front of someone:April when my friend told me about her family emotionally and mentally abusing her.

99: Went to a movie theater:July to see Baby Driver

98: Took a vacation:July

97: Swam in a pool:Two years ago?

96: Changed a diaper:Never have

95: Got my nails done:May

94: Went to a wedding:Three years ago

93: Broke a bone:Never have

92: Got a peircing:July

91: Broke the law:Never have

90: Texted:Two minutes ago

[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most:@nyx-vesperia

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is:My animals

87: The last movie I saw:Wolf Children

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most:My girlfriend coming out here ♥♥♥

85: The thing im not looking forward to:Working in the Post Office during Christmas

84: People call me:Katy

83: The most difficult thing to do is:speak my mind

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket:Nope

81: My zodiac sign is:Libra

80: The first person i talked to today was:Nyx

79: First time you had a crush:6th grade

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from:Nyx

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking:Last night

76: Right now I am talking to:Syndey and Nyx

75: What are you going to do when you grow up:Hell if I know. 

74: I have/will get a job:Yes

73: Tomorrow:Sleep

72: Today:Worked

71: Next Summer:Don’t even know

70: Next Weekend:I think I work

69: I have these pets:Doggo, Kitties and Geckos

68: The worst sound in the world:Ever heard of Justin Beibers song Baby?

67: The person that makes me cry the most is:Probably my mum and dad

66: People that make you happy:@nyx-vesperia @hyperkittyjkat @hobiisthesunfiteme 

65: Last time I cried:last week

64: My friends are:THE BEST

63: My computer is:Acer

62: My School:Don’t go to school

61: My Car:2002 buick lesaber

60: I lose all respect for people who:lie right to my fucking face

59: The movie I cried at was:The Iron Giant

58: Your hair color is:Silver

57: TV shows you watch:Outlander

56: Favorite web site:This hellsite

55: Your dream vacation:Nordics with @nyx-vesperia

54: The worst pain I was ever in was:My concussion

53: How do you like your steak cooked:I don’t like steak

52: My room is:Blue and Green

51: My favorite celebrity is:BTS

50: Where would you like to be:With @nyx-vesperia

49: Do you want children:Maybe one day

48: Ever been in love:I am right now

47: Who’s your best friend:Jenna, Nathan and Sydney

46: More guy friends or girl friends:Probably more guy friends

45: One thing that makes you feel great is:Talking to my girlfriend

44: One person that you wish you could see right now:@nyx-vesperia

43: Do you have a 5 year plan:Hell no

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die:Nope

41: Have you pre-named your children:I don’t remember

40: Last person I got mad at:Someone at work who yelled at me for not having their parcel

39: I would like to move to:New Brunswick

38: I wish I was a professional:Hairdresser

[ My Favorites ]37: Candy:Coffee Crisp

36: Vehicle:Camero

35: President:Obama

34: State visited:I haven’t been to the states

33: Cellphone provider:MTS

32: Athlete:Don’t know any

31: Actor:Kim Taehyung

30: Actress:I don’t know any....?

29: Singer:Park Jimin

28: Band:BTS

27: Clothing store:Dynamite

26: Grocery store:SuperStore

25: TV show:Outlander

24: Movie:Iron Giant

23: Website:This hell site or Youtube

22: Animal:Raven

21: Theme park:I’ve never been to one

20: Holiday:Halloween

19: Sport to watch:Figure Skating

18: Sport to play:Soccer

17: Magazine:I don’t have one

16: Book:Does Songbird and the Sea by MissterMaia count?

15: Day of the week:Friday

14: Beach:Bay of Fundy

13: Concert attended:Great Big Sea

12: Thing to cook:Alfredo

11: Food:Spaghetti

10: Restaurant:Don’t have one

9: Radio station:kkul FM 06.13

8: Yankee candle scent:Don’t have one

7: Perfume:I’m allergic to perfume

6: Flower:Hydrangea

5: Color:Pink

4: Talk show host:Don’t have one

3: Comedian:Nope...

2: Dog breed:Pitbull

1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yuppers

F U C K 

Y O U 

S Y D N E Y

[pendragonfics]

Terrestrial

Paring: Thor/Reader

Tags: female reader, fluff, angst, pining, protective Thor, Thor is not stupid, Deaf Clint, BAMF Nat Romanov, Tony Stark needs a hug.

Summary: Reader has led a somewhat lonely life, and being in love with Thor, Prince of Asgard doesn't do much to help her with that.

Word Count: 1,717

Posting Date:  2016-09-27

Current Date: 2017-05-26

By the time he returns, the clouds have disappeared and dissipated to another region to darken. There will never be a day where he stays. He is restless, he is a traveller at heart. By the time he returns, your shopping has been tucked into the cupboard, restocked and waiting to play house once more. The home is dusted. Clean. Lawn mown. DVR cleared, up to date with more storage than ever before.

By the time he returns, you are passed out on the couch, the small lounge that faces the patio. He lets himself in with his tiny key, the rumble of his ancient truck not waking you. His gaze rests upon the goosebumps across your limbs, having never been truly accustomed to the chilled breezes he carries in his wake. You stir, just as he picks you up, and feel the butterflies that live in your stomach leap to life.

"Thor," you murmur. "I meant to -,"

He places a kiss upon your brow. "Hush, you need to rest. You've been busy."

If you were more awake, you might have fought back in a jesting, playful mood, but your eyelids are heavy, aching to feel the hand of sleep invite you into the land of dreams. 

By the time you wake, the bed is warm and full, and so is your hand. Your eyes do not have to be open to know that Thor's hand swallows yours, cupping it within his fingers, stroking your skin as ever-so lightly as the warrior can.

"Good morning, my love," he whispers.

Your chest leaps once more at his words; wherever did he learn to make your pulse race so? Your eyes focus on the room around you, but more importantly, on the blonde-haired man, roped with thick muscle, with the clearest eyes you had ever lain your own on.

"I almost can't believe you made it," you breathe. The air is cold, a cloud from your lips, but it means nothing but the fact that winter is coming, that autumn is here. "I remembered to stock up on instant coffee, and I fixed the tractor," you turn your hand in Thor's grasp, sliding your fingers through his.

"My love," Thor's eyes have another look to them. They're as expressive as the sky itself, and at the moment, the blue pupils are clouded by untold news. "I can't...stay long this time. There are tidings of war coming to my land. I'm sorry."

You nod, raising your gaze to the ceiling. "I understand, Thor."

You had been learned enough over time to hold in the disappointment that would otherwise weep out, seep into your mood. Thor was to be king, soon to be king. He was first and foremost a prince of Asgard, an Avenger, then your lover. Even though you had spent time with the other heroes, and were called his girlfriend, it still felt like he wasn't serious. To be honest, nothing did.

"_______-," his voice is deep, your name a rumble of thunder in his throat. "Look at me," he pleads. You comply, and he adds, "I know it seems like all you do is wait. A day shall come where you and I will be together. Always." He promises.

But you can only doubt.

By the time you are outside, it isn't to water the garden or clean the windows again. It's to see off Thor, this time not in his rusting truck, but with his armour and regalia, hammer in hand. The sky is clear, but his eyes, they are clouded with something deeper than what you feel you can comprehend.

He leaves as soon as he comes.

By the time you are outside once again, the sky has changed, bearing heavy clouds filled with rain. You've done your work for the week, and emailed your family in an idyl hour, and still, there is something in filling your days with things that feels so empty.

When you are out, you sit in the grass, surrounded by nature. If you did not live so remotely, a neighbour would not be able to see you, hidden away from the world. If you couldn't see it, it didn't exist. The wind surrounds you, running through your empty chest as if you are not corporeal.

By the time you trick yourself to sleep, it isn't too long into the night you wake from a terror. It's the same dream every time, the flashes you feel in lonely moments. But the bed is bare beside you, and your throat thick with unshed sobs.

You lay awake for the rest of that night. Or, until you check the alarm clock, and decide there at two in the morning on something new. You shed your nightshirt, and donning day clothes, clothes and essentials shoved carelessly into a bag, you pick the keys from the stand, and the old key to the aged truck.

By five, you're well over the boarder, the wind pushing through your hair, a remedy you had forgot healed your ailment. There was something freeing about being out, driving toward somewhere you hadn't been for a while. Right on seven, you arrive there, stopping the old truck in the parking lot between a sleek Porsche and a minivan.

A familiar face greets you by the entrance, the good captain Steve Rogers,  Captain America himself. His blonde crop, short and formal sways in the breeze, a smile on his face.

"We've missed you, _________," he grips you deep in embrace, his form similar to your Asgardian significant other. It would comfort you, but Steve smells not of iron and grass, but sweat and cinnamon.  "You know, when we said you can stay whenever you want, we meant it."

You nod, "I actually came for that reason. I...I've realised I've been alone for a long time, longer than anyone should be. I won't be a burden, I promise," you swear. 

Steve waves you off. "You don't worry about a thing, _______." he beams, leading you into the compound. "In fact, Tony was asking about you the other day..." 

By the time you trick yourself to sleep, you find yourself startled awake by something. You were sleeping in Thor's allotted room, surrounded by the blankets that barely smelt like him anymore, and a thin layer of dust from the derelict state of it all. In the hour you had been asleep, the storm has come, and layering the earth with the fury of its force. The glass wall beside you is awash with water, dripping with rain like a shower of tears. In the moonlight, you curse yourself for being so attached to someone who couldn't be. You curse yourself for the nightmares, the terrors and bad dreams that echo of your history of attracting trouble. You curse yourself for even coming to the compound. But the smiles - you hadn't seen Wanda Maximoff so animated, not for the longest of times. 

A crash sounds, closer than what would have sounded of thunder. From within the bed, you flinch, pulling your arms, swathed in Thor's sweatshirts closer to your chest. It was an odd mix, you, a civilian and a hero. But you made it work, as best you could.

"Where is ______?" His voice is loud, angry, thick with emotion. He is thunder, he is a power to be reckoned with. "She left the home, she comes -," 

You feet thrust you from the bed, and stumbling, you run to the door, out to the commotion. Though you're barely dressed, the same goes for the rest of the crowds; Steve's sweatpants clash with Tony's doughnut boxers, and Nat wears an oversized football jersey. Thor, stands in the centre of the commotion, dripping wet onto the tiles, hair plastered to his skin, his armour and cape stark and brazen among the rest of the off-duty uniforms. 

"What's wrong?" you ask.

His eyes find you, and in few strides, you are crushed against Thor, inhaling his scent, soaking up his rainwater and presence like a once bone-dry sponge. The last you saw of him, he was domestic, and beautiful, but now, you can feel the presence he has, the raw power that emanates from within him. 

"________, my love, Heimdall warned me of something being wrong," he breathes into your neck, but even his lowered tone still carries his signature rumble. "I came as fast as I could, I ... I cannot bear it any longer, I - I love you _______ -," 

"Is this a freaking marriage proposal?" Clint rubs his jaw, stifling a yawn. "You break in at three in the morning to propose to your girlfriend?"

Thor nods.

Tony's eyes widen. "The extra-terrestrial is gonna make his terrestrial extra!" he whispers, and from his side, he gives you a thumb up. 

"Thor, are you -," you ask.

He nods. "I love you. I do not care if I receive the throne or not, but you shall make a fine Queen and Allmother of Asgard if I do. You and I have been going out for three years, and I do not wish to go another day with you not being more to you." His words do not run straight through you, they do not graze your knee and heal over. They break down the barriers you had built for all of your life after - after what happened. His words breathe into your lunges that had once been deflated, useless. They wake you from a sleep you had no idea you had been within. "______, my love, will you be my wife?" 

Your eyes water, but for once, they do not echo what Thor creates in the sky, what he did to his enemies. They echo yourself. "I - yes." you gasp, wrapping your arms around his chest, and add, "Yes, Thor." 

"This is going to make a great story one day," Nat grins, her smile wide and white. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to bed before I kill anyone." 

By the time you comprehend it all, you are within the arms of the man you have the deepest feelings for, and who has proved, that he too has them too. The bed is warm, thick arms rope you close to his chest, his heartbeat, steady and calming by your ear.

All is well.

[d-addictland-blog]

My Drama List

!!! WORK IN PROGRESS !!!

I’m adding the titles as long as I keep remembering them!

K-DRAMA

49 Days

About Time

A Gentleman’s Dignity

All About my Mom

Angel Eyes

Another Oh Haeyoung

Arang and the Magistrate

Are You Human Too?

Autumn in my Heart

Bad Guys

Beautiful Mind

Because This is my First Life

Beethoven Virus

Big

Birth of a Beauty

Black

Black Knight

Blood

Borg Mom

Boys Over Flowers

Bridal Mask

Bride of the Century

Bride of the Water God

Cheese in the Trap

Chicago Typewriter

Cheondamdong Alice

Cinderella and the Four Knights

Cinderella’s Stepsister

Circle

City Hunter

Coffee Prince

Come and Hug Me

Come Back Mister

Dating Agency: Cyrano

Defendant

Descendants of the Sun

Deserving of the Name

Doctors

Doctor Stranger

Dream High (+ Season 2)

Duel

Emergency Couple

Entertainer

Faith

Falling for Innocence

Familiar Wife

Fated To Love You

Father is Strange

Fight My Way

Flower Boy Next Door

Full House

Ghost

Girls’ Generation 1979

Goblin

Go Back Couple

God’s Gift - 14 Days

Goodbye Mister Black

Good Doctor

Goong

Grand Prince

Great Seducer

Gu Family Book

Handsome Guy and Jung Eum

Healer

Heartless City

High School - Love On

High Society

Ho Goo’s Love

Hotel King

Hwarang

Hwayugi

I Do, I Do

I Hear Your Voice

I’m not a Robot

I Miss You

Into The New World

Introverted Boss

Iron Man

It’s Okay, That’s Love

Jang Ok Jung

Jekyll and Me

Joseon Gunman

Just Between Lovers

KARA’s Secret Love

Kill Me, Heal Me

Lawless Lawyer

Legend of the Blue Sea

Let’s Eat 2 (+ Season 3)

Let’s Fight, Ghost!

Liar Game

Lie to Me

Lookout

Love Rain

Ma Boy

Mad Dog

Man Living at my House

Man to Man

Man Who Sets the Table

Marriage Contract

Marriage Not Dating

Mary Stayed Out All Night

Mask

Master Sun

Meloholic

Mimi

Miss Panda & Headhog

Money Flower

Moonlight Drawn by Clouds

My Ajusshi

My Fair Lady

My Girlfriend is a Gumiho

My Husband Oh Jakdu

My Love Eun Dong

My Love from the Star

My Lovely Girl

My Only Love Song

My Princess

My Sassy Girl

My Secret Romance

My Spring Days

Nail Salon Paris

Nice Guy

Nine: Nine Time Travel

Oh My Ghost

Oh! My Lady

Oh My Venus

Ojakgyo Brothers

One More Happy Ending

Only You

Orange Marmalade

Personal Taste

Playful Kiss

Police Unit 38

Poseidon

Pretty Man

Prime Minister and I

Princess’ Man

Producer

Queen In-Hyun’s Man

Queen of 7 Days

Radio Romance

Remember

Remember You

Reply 1997

Revolutionary Love

Romantic Doctor, Teacher Kim

Rooftop Prince

Rosy Lovers

Ruler: Master of the Mask

Save Me

Scarlet Heart: Goryeo

School 2015: Who Are You?

Secret

Secret Garden

She Was Pretty

Shine or Go Crazy

Shopping King Louis

Signal

Splash Splash Love

Spy Myung Wol

Stars Falling From the Sky

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

Suits

Sungkyunkwan Scandal

Super Daddy Yeol

Surplus Princess

Suspicious Housekeeper

Suspicious Partner

Switch: Change The World

Temperature of Love

That Man, Oh Soo

That Winter, The Wind Blows

The Best Hit

The Girl Who Sees Smells

The Goddess of Fire, Jung-Yi

The Heirs

The K2

The King 2 Hearts

The King Loves

The Liar and his Lover

The Moon that Embraces the Sun

The Package

The Strongest K-POP Survival

The Virtual Bride

Thirty But Seventeen

Time

Time Slip Dr. Jin

Tomorrow Cantabile

Tomorrow With You

To The Beautiful You

Trot Lovers

Tunnel

Twenty Again

Two Cops

Two Weeks

Uncontrollably Fond

Voice

W

What Happens to my Family

What’s Wrong With Secretary Kim?

When a Man Loves

While You Were Sleeping

Whisper

Who Are You?

Yongpal

You’re Beautiful

You’re The Best, Lee Soon Shin

Your House Helper

J-DRAMA

5-ji Kara 9-ji Made

Boku No Ita Jikan

Death Note

Good Doctor

Hana yori Dango (+ Sequel + Movie)

Ima Ai Ni Yukimasu

Itazura Na Kiss: Love in Tokyo (+ Season 2)

Koizora

Mei-chan no Shitsuji

Nigeru Wa Haji Da Ga Yaku Ni Tatsu

Nodame Cantabile (+ Specials + Movies)

Ooku

Rich Man, Poor Woman

Sailor Moon (+ Specials)

Scandal

Shiratori Reiko de Gozaimasu! (+ Movie)

Suki na Hito ga Iru Koto

Todome no Kiss

Tokyo Dogs

Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge

C-DRAMA

Beautiful Secret

Love Me If You Dare

Moonshine and Valentine

Stay With Me

The Starry Night, The Starry Sea (+ Season 2)

When A Snail Falls In Love

TW-DRAMA

Autumn’s Concerto

Bromance

Easy Fortune Happy Life

Fabulous Boys

Fall In Love With Me

Fated To Love You

It Started With A Kiss (+ Season 2)

Just You

Prince Who Turns Into a Frog

Refresh Man

Skip Beat

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i was tagged by @alexanderspumpkin @oneofmanyjonathans and @blushyalec to answer their 11 questions and then write 11 of my own so... here we go

sandra’s questions

what’s a sound you hate; sound you love? i hate the sound of people chewing, i looove the sound of thunderstorms and heavy rain autumn or winter? i loooooove both but probably autumn  physical book or ebook? either i aint picky what’s the worst place you have ever been to? uhhhhh i dont know, i cant think of anywhere fave types of movies? musicals or romcoms :D what was the last book you read? im currently reading the raven boys ! fave kind of clothing? oversized and comfy anything tbh pick one to live in; beach, city or country side? city !!!  last song you listened to? burning up - jonas brothers lmao do you believe in astrology? mmmmm hell yeah if you could give some advice to your younger self, what would you say? aint nothing wrong with you for needing therapy, and dont listen to everyone else and dont let them control what you do, figure yourself out and not base anything on anyone else

emma’s questions

what inspires you to be your better self? my friends do bc they out there being themselves and its inspiring to me what’s your guilty pleasure hobby? dress up games they’re fun lmao what’s one thing you wish you were better at? hmm, i dont know what’s one thing you would change in the world? oooh theres so much but lets start with the discrimination and oppression  where is your favorite place on earth? MY BED if you could be any character on any show, who would you want to be? i wanna be a kick ass lesbian with a kick ass girlfriend  who inspires you? again my friends if you could travel to any period of time, where would you go? mmmm i dont think there is any time i would wanna go  if you could re-write any book, what book would that be? haahahahahaaa @ cc lemme give u a few pointers pls  what’s you favorite piece of heirloom, if you own any? i dont think i own any  navy blue or gold? navy bluuuuee

jule’s questions 

Favourite smell? eucalyptus  If you could ask your future self one question what would it be? how beautiful is my wife lmao What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you? i dont really get embarrassed so i honestly dont know  Favourite quote? come back to me in 5 years when i actually remember a quote Something/Someone you miss most from your childhood? no one tbh, if they gone they gone, but thing??? more time to sleep  A fictional character you identify with and why? alec lightwood, i get his struggle with his sexuality and i relate to a lot of his personality traits so yeh What accomplishment are you most proud of? me?? accomplishing something????? seems fake Who inspires you to be better and why? already answered ehey Favourite book of all time? there was a book i loved when i was like.... 16 and i read it multiple times but i cant remember the title so  Something that made you happy in the last week? a couple days ago when i was getting a Lot of Love especially from jule and a lot of support for my sexuality  What is something you’ve been meaning to try, but haven’t gotten around to? uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum i .... cant think of anything lmao 

and i cant be bothered to think of questions buT thank u for ur lovely questions im sorry i suck at answering them lmao