and he's still searching for her

likenolion  asked:

write some thing about aveline! either the legend or the companion.

here’s a bit about Aveline Vallen in the aftermath of da2

Kirkwall feels emptier after Hawke leaves.

Of course it is emptier; so many people died in the aftermath of the Chantry explosion, templars and mages alike, but Aveline has to admit that she searches for familiar faces in the people milling about in the tattered streets.

She stayed while the others left. It wasn’t safe for them to stay, but Aveline figured it would be safe if she stayed. Maybe not safe for her, but safe for everyone left who deserved even a relatively safe city. Donnic stayed, too, because he is a good man and a good guard. Most of the surviving guards stayed, too, and they rallied when Aveline called for them. She knows Sebastian will return one day, seeking revenge or perhaps justice.

Kind of ironic, really.

Still, she finds her breath catching in her throat every time she happens to encounter an elf with short dark hair or a man with feathered pauldrons, or hears the clicking of a crossbow being loaded echoing between the crumbling Lowtown buildings. Donnic sees her tense up every time every now and then, and he puts his hand on her arm.

“I’m fine,” Aveline tells him every time.

“I know,” he replies every time.

It’s true, and she’s never needed people around her to make her feel somehow complete anyway, but some days she just feels so damn empty.

(She passes the Hawke mansion every day, but the door is always locked.)

safrona-shadowsun  asked:

Send me a [X] to see my muses favorite picture of your muse. {Carice Van Houten}

“How beautifully the snow frames this striking creature” Xepher mused as she looked over the picture. A silver painted finger tapped the photo before glancing to the man before her. It was a shame she did not have information of this woman’s whereabouts because she would have loved to meet her. The man seemed less enthused with her response as he grunted. Emerald eyes watched the choker clasping that pale neck with intrigue and wonder. Who was this woman and what secrets did she keep that another searched for her? The man reached a hand to take the picture back but Xepher snatched it away from him. “What is her name?” She eyed the man with a lofted brow in challenge. The burly figure grumbled before responding “The Red Courier, now give me back that picture”. Those words fell to deaf ears, she was still marveling at the contrast of the cool background and this ‘couriers’ warm appearance. “Hmm, no wonder you are in search of her” She whispered beneath her breath, a wry smile crossing those full lips. 

{ @safrona-shadowsun Thanks for the ask!}

so maybe yoonkooks girls serve to be memories they can’t escape. They have to learn to accept what happened, and accept each other again. The girls push them toward reconnecting.

The girl follows tae but namjoon follows a girl– tae left everyone behind but namjoon is still searching for him, watching over him from afar even tho tae feels betrayed by namjoon (he tossed his phone that he used to call namjoon in prologue)

The girl in jihopes scene/ she’s the only girl that can serve as a mother or sister figure and makes hobi feel better about what happens but that’s what jimin wants to be for hobi so he watches and learns from the girl

Jin’s girl wasn’t in there but seeing her run and leave stuff that fell behind made jin realize he can’t run away from the past and leave things broken. He has to confront what happens just as he’ll have to confront the girl to give her the notebook back


Edit: full theory here

nochu unsolved (m)

Pairing:  Jungkook x Reader
Genre: boyfriend!jungkook , smut, comedy, fluff
Warnings: thigh riding, dry humping, panty fetish, creampie, graveyard sex, mention of past emo Jungkook lmao
Word Count:  8k+
Summary:  cryptid hunting with your boyfriend doesn’t go quite as planned…

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the crows as kids i encountered at nursery today:

(all these kids are between 2 and 3 years old)

kaz: the 2yo who took off her boots, put her socks neatly inside them, and wore a pair of flip-flops she stole from another kid even though they were 2x the size of her feet.
inej: the kid who climbed into the oven of the play kitchen. i still don’t know how he fit. he also took the sink out of the kitchen set and tried to climb through the resulting hole
nina: the kid who set up a pizza picnic complete with plates, cups, bowls, silverware, and plastic pizza slices, and then pestered everyone to join her. she also flirted with my only male coworker the whole time
jesper: the kid who wouldn’t stop dancing/jumping even when he almost fell off a chair twice and hit his head when he went searching (dancing) for a goldfish cracker under the table
wylan: the kid who plopped down in the grass in the middle of a game of tag to gently appreciate a dandelion
matthias: the kid who never talked except when he walked outside, said “it’s too hot”, and walked back inside (it wasn’t even hot)
kuwei: the kid who took off his shoes and pretended to microwave them in the play kitchen

PULP FICTION 📖 [ACT 1]

PAIRING: steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader

summary: nancy breaks up with steve and he is a bit of a mess when you find him. being the new girl in hawkins you try to befriend and keep nancy off his mind. it backfires and now you have him falling in love with you, as you fight off the urge to fall in love with him, too. [THIS IS AN AU!]

warnings: swearing, sexual situations, violence

a/n: quentin tarantino is my favorite director and i really love old movies. so here’s this. lot’s of music in here. also, nothing too major happens now. just two characters meet. this is possibly the maybe first time i have such an independant/strong reader

if you like my stuff and want to support me, don’t forget to treat me to a KO-FI!

MASTERLIST.

[ACT 2.]

music.

“Hey, sorry to bother you. I wouldn’t be if… if you didn’t look like you could use some company.”

Your statement is met with silence as the unfamiliar guy in front of you lifts his eyes up to stare at you in bewilderment. Late autumn wind blows past and ruins your neat hairdo. Your hand grips the strap of your purse; you note tears glisten in his deep brown eyes and decide to look away so he’d have enough time to collect himself. The guy sniffles, rubs his eyes before giving you a tight smile; He opens his mouth to possibly dismiss you, but you beat him to it, “There’s no shame in crying. If you’re sad, you’re sad, right? Nothing you can do about it.” He sighs, “May I sit?” You inquire. After a moment of consideration, he gives a curt nod. And so you do.

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Construction revenge ten years in making and why I will never have another business partner.

Long story. TL:DR at bottom.

A little over ten years ago, when I was a young carpenter, I met a guy who I’ll call “chad” because f*ck chad.

Chad was a new hire by the company I was working for, and became my helper. We got along famously even though he was 10 years older than me, he didn’t mind working under a 23 year old carpenter as an apprentice.

Chad and I had worked together for 6 months when he brought up the idea of starting a business together, he figured between the two of us, we could easily run a crew and build houses.

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BACK WITH ANOTHER ONE-SHOT!!! I told you guys I’d have some canonverse klangst, so here it is! Longer than my usual one-shots, and while I don’t want to give a vague summary… there’s a bomb involved. So. Yeah, that’s a thing.

This one is actually inspired by this absolutely gorgeous, angsty art/mini-comic by @littlecofiegirl who is an amazing artist that you should definitely check out!!

I saw this comic on my dash and I loved it so much that I was immediately inclined to write for it? Anyway, here it is! I hope you enjoy!


The plan had been going flawlessly.

Key word being had.

Shiro and Lance were both searching opposite sides of the base for their captured teammate, and Pidge and Hunk were too occupied giving Shiro directions through the maze-like corridors that they neglected to warn Lance of the approaching Galra heat signature.

A cat blocked his path in the hall, staring at him with large, yellow eyes. It didn’t move to attack, but it also didn’t run away.

“Um… guys?” Lance tried over the coms, lowering his gun just a bit. He wasn’t about to shoot a cat, but he still wanted to be on guard.

He didn’t hear the Galra behind him until her hand was on his shoulder.

That was mistake number one.

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Inktober 2017 - 14 - Fierce

The fight between two Nen beasts, which one is fiercer.

“Thanks, Maggie. Love you,” Dex says, and Nursey’s heart stops beating for a moment. His lungs refuse to inhale or exhale. The muscles in his legs forget that they are holding up an actual person.

Then Dex’s eyes catch his, going wide at the interruption, and Nursey somehow finds it in himself to pretend that everything is exactly the same now as it was thirty seconds ago.

He looks away and heads for the fridge, his limbs remembering themselves once more.

“Hey, uh, sorry, I gotta go. Can I call you back?” Dex says into his cell phone on the other side of the Haus kitchen.

Nursey rummages through several pounds of butter in search of something edible. He silently repeats to himself his old mantra from Andover, from when he could barely see straight for the tears welling up in his eyes at every backhanded remark or micro-aggression. The mantra he used to train his emotions not to show themselves at every turn, the way they had done with abandon throughout his childhood.

“Write it down instead,” his sister suggested, when he confided to her his inability to keep things bottled up. And, after a time, that strategy seemed to work.

Write it down instead, he still tells himself now, at the end of his Sophomore year at Samwell, whenever the world becomes too much, whenever he feels suddenly as though his façade of always okay always fine always chill isn’t strong enough to handle the current situation.

Nursey begins to silently run through the words again in his head now, trying very hard not to analyze why he needs to.

“Um, so. How much of that did you hear?” Dex asks him, and luckily Nursey’s got his head buried so far into the freezer that he doesn’t have to cover his pained grimace.

“Not much, man, don’t worry about it. Hey, you think Bitty would murder us if we used his new oven for store-brand taquitos?”

He barely hears Dex’s reply, though, too busy faking normalcy. Too busy wondering who it was on the other end of Dex’s phone call that got to hear the words “I love you” from the guy, and so casually offered up that Dex must say it to her daily.

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By Chance

Summary: A/B/O!AU. Female!Reader is an Omega. Alphas and Omegas are rare, and Reader’s been able to avoid alphas through sheer force of will and luck in equal parts.

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, 18+, language

Word Count: ~9,190 (… oops?)

A/N: So I started writing this with the intent to post it when I hit 200 followers. Well that milestone came and went and I’m quickly approaching 300 so it’s high time I posted this. I love all of you and hope you enjoy this <3

I’ve been wanting to write an A/B/O fanfic for a while. So, here it finally is.

I may or may not have gotten… completely carried away writing this.

Masterlist

Originally posted by sxy-seabass

Bucky’s POV

The first time he smelled her was when he was on a mission. Vanilla and Wildflower. The single-minded focus that had been drilled into him by the Hydra brainwashing and training was severed in an instant and his head whipped around to search for the source. He tore his mask off and dropped it onto the ground unceremoniously, sniffing the air frantically as he tried to pinpoint the scent. His blood sang in his veins.

The scents of the city made it hard to pinpoint her, but he wouldn’t give up. He left the spot he’d been staking out for hours, rifle forgotten on the ledge as he jumped off of the roof, dropping two stories onto the ground and rolled to diffuse the worst of the impact. His knees protested in agony anyway, but he ignored them along with the shocked cries of bystanders as he followed her scent.

He’d smelled other Omegas before. Most of them had been claimed, just a passing flicker of recognition in the back of his mind while he was out on mission. Rarely, he’d catch the scent of an unclaimed Omega, but even then it was only a brief, fleeting distraction, his Hydra programming overriding his biological programming.

Something about this Omega broke the control Hydra had over his mind, cutting through the fog with ease. He realized distantly that he’d started remembering things about himself; the feeling of chasing after an omega was familiar, linking him back to a life that had long been erased from his memory.

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what happens in vegas pt. 1

*I had to re-upload as i accidentally the original post!*

◇ summary: It was supposed to be a weekend of mischief and fun, but when your ex-boyfriend tags along you soon realize that what happens in Vegas, doesn’t always stay in Vegas

◇ pairing: reader x Jungkook

◇ genre: angst, smut, childhood sweethearts

◇ word count: 6,508

◇ warnings: alcohol use, language, explicit sexual content

“Please tell me why we are going to the airport at 4 in the damn morning?” you groan, handing your suitcase over to your cab driver who is trying hard not to laugh at your current state of sweatpants wrapped in a denim jacket.

Wendy rolls her eyes, “Y/N, we are only going to be in Vegas for 2 nights. We need to make the most of it. Plus, the tickets were like $100 less than if we left later in the afternoon. Just sleep on the plane.”

She gets in the back of the cab, hoping to close the door before your sharp tongue can come with a witty remark. But you aren’t about to let her off the hook that easily. You throw open the door, sliding into the seat next to her.

“Y/N, I don’t want to hear it. You are not going to ruin this for me! It’s my bacholerette party. I only get one” Wendy snaps, holding her hand to your face as you buckle your seat belt.

“If you’re lucky,” you mutter under your breathe, making your best friend smack your thigh loudly.

The rest of the drive is spent in silence as both of you are too tired to try and make conversation, especially since you had been up almost the entire night watching Wendy pick out her clothes for the next 2 nights. Two of you spent almost an hour picking out a black dress that looked identical to every other black dress she owned, but swore was different. As the dark purple circles settled under your eyes this morning, the only thing on your mind was getting through security and popping a Nyquil so that you could spend the rest of the flight in peace.

“We’re here,” Wendy whispers, shaking your shoulder to wake you up after what felt like five minutes. Her eyes shift past you, focusing the on something behind you, “I should have probably told you sooner, but Jungkook is coming.”

“And you’re telling me this now?” pointing to the airport outside the window “You decide to inform me that my ex-boyfriend is coming on this trip right now? You told me two days ago that he wasn’t coming because of work.” you hiss, chasing your best friend out of the car and towards the trunk.

“And he wasn’t going to! But then he called Namjoon yesterday and told him that he had managed to get the time off.” Wendy all but pleads for forgiveness, hiding behind the cab driver.

“You should’ve told him he wasn’t invited! That the plane was completely booked! The hotel was completely booked! Anything!”

She shrugs, “He’s Namjoon’s best friend, Y/N. And he had already bought his ticket, what was I supposed to do?”

You take your suitcase from the driver and make a beeline for the airport entrance, “I’m not speaking to you until we get to the gate.”

Wendy knows better than to push you when you’re upset, that law school and your work had given you a short fuse. Your attitude worked in the courtroom, helping your clients leave feeling happy and content and divorced while they fill your pockets with the end of their marriage. But it didn’t always translate the same to your personal life and most of your loved ones knew to stay far away when you were upset, knowing that your emotional time bomb was slowly ticking away.

It isn’t until you’ve both winded your way around the security line that you turn your attention to your best friend and ask, “Is he on our flight?”

Wendy chews on her lip before answering, “He and Namjoon are already waiting at the gate.”

You take a deep breath, trying your best to mentally prepare yourself for seeing your childhood sweetheart for the first time in almost a year.

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anonymous asked:

I know there's a lot of stories and shit about Taako and Lucreita and how Taako should forgive her, but let me put it this way, Merle, Magnus, and Davenport were all put in a place where they were safe, where they could grow and have a stable place to stay. Taako didn't get that, Taako got life on the road. Barry probably would of gone with Taako if Barry didn't tell Taako to kill him, but Taako ended up with no one, and no place to go if things went south. There was no community for Taako.

This is an interesting point, anon, and I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about Lucretia’s decision of where to put Taako. She wants Taako to be loved by everyone, and she believes he will be. All he needs is a stage. She believes this because she knows him, and she knows that it’s so hard not to love Taako. He’s fun to watch, with all of his ridiculous shenanigans and fascinating cooking skills, with that humor and lack of barriers that comes with getting to know him. Taako needs people who are close to him, a family, just like they all do. But she has no reason to think that he won’t have that when she knows people will flock to him.

Lucretia doesn’t give any of them a family. That’s not hers to give; family is made or found, not gifted by a third party. Magnus and Merle found theirs on their own. And she might have given Taako the potential for a nice, quiet life like Magnus or Merle - but that’s not Taako. She knows him better than that. She can leave him wherever she likes and he’ll do his own thing anyway, so she gives him what she thinks will make him happiest - a head start on success with the kind of life that’s familiar to him.

It might have worked, but there’s something Lucretia couldn’t have known - something Taako couldn’t have known. No one could guess who Taako would be without Lup. Not just having lost Lup; without Lup entirely. Taako might have made himself a family just fine on the road, might have even settled down eventually, except he has no experience with trust. He has no reference point for unconditional love. People flocked to him and Taako had no idea what to do with them. It’s not until he finds Magnus and Merle again that he starts to figure it out. He’s at a disadvantage for rebuilding his own life, because he’s missing something so very important to who he is.

Lucretia had a decision to make - did she let Taako keep Lup, with the understanding that he would continue searching for her forever with probably no hope of finding her, knowing that he was still torturing himself over it in the same hopeless way that he has for months already? Or did she take Lup away and hope that the absence gave Taako a second chance to live a full life, to be happy again? There is no good solution. There is no right answer. There is just a decision to be made and consequences to be faced.

Lucretia made a gamble that she couldn’t hope to win, because there was no winning hand. 

anonymous asked:

Brace yourself, this is a hard question: Favorite reunion scene between any characters?

Originally posted by casclaire

Originally posted by 50shadesofsubtext

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Originally posted by sunlitcas

Originally posted by mellofone

SOBBING.

Cas though Dean was going to his death and offered to go with him. Then he was the one who asked about Dean when the sun was fixed, ignoring his own father who he has been searching for basically his whole life. Tried to keep good his promise to Dean to look after Sam, was on a mission to do this when he comes to the bunker and… THERE IS DEAN.

HE THROWS HIMSELF AT HIM. LOOK AT THIS KOALA.

Dean doesn’t feel as strongly because he isn’t the one who missed the other, for him it all happened organically, but he still holds his arms out for a hug and fucking SOFTENS INTO THE HUG. 

Then Mary is there and fucking hell this exposition….look at her FACE. The way Dean introduces Cas to her… mom this is my boyfriend, could not be more blatant. Then her question, setting us up for who and what Cas is, when the theme of who we are not what we are is so strong all season for ALL of them and… well we all know why I believe Cas KEEPS being asked this question over and over again.

It just sets up the rest of the season so perfectly, with Mary acting like Cas’ mother in law, Dean figuring out what his relationship with Mary can be, what he can tell her and what he feels he has to hide (e.g. his feelings for Cas and John’s parenting), starting to realise that who he is and who he loves (Cas) is ok even if Mary is ‘bad’, metaphorically gives him this look all season, realising that he deserves good things exactly thanks to Mary being a ‘bad’ mother, Sam being missing and it bringing Mary and Dean together against the BMoL’s influence (as per 12x22 finally telling her some truths about himself and it being a GOOD THING, it saving her, it being positive that he was honest and accepting the truth rather than repressing it), Cas floundering around who he is and where he belongs, Cas being the one who ACTUALLY dies and Dean being the one who misses him for a long time…

There’s just so much going on and I love the way Dabb loves to loop the story back around to the beginning, how there is so much of 12x22/23 that links to 12x01/02 and then all the way back to season 1.

I love it :D

The Bughead reconciliation we deserved

This is totally rushed and emotionally charged and probably has errors but enjoy

Jughead trudged home, the energy sapped from his body as the crushing weight of reality pushed further onto his shoulders. He couldn’t believe it: Mr. Phillips, the one person at Southside who had appeared to take genuine interest in Jughead, was the Sugarman. As if he didn’t have enough going against him.

He walked up the steps to the trailer, quickly slamming open the door and preparing to head straight for the fridge when he realized that the door should have been locked. 

He looked up, surprised to find a very nervous looking Betty Cooper standing in his living room. Quickly glancing down to check her fists, a habit he would need to work on letting go, Jughead breathed a small sigh of relief to find her fingernails free of her palms.

The relief was short lived, however, as an uncomfortable tension settled between them.

“What are you doing here?”

His voice was rough, a combination of anger and exhaustion giving his tone a darker coloring. Betty took a nervous breath, and he couldn’t help but feel a small sense of satisfaction as her eyes clouded with apprehension. She should be on edge. She didn’t belong here, not after she made it very clear that she was too good for Serpent trash like him. 

“Jug, there’s something I need to tell you.” She took a small step forward, to which Jughead parried with a small step back. He watched as her lips, once warm and lush and pink, tightened into a thin white line. 

“What? Are you here to tell me that you still love me again?” He crossed his arms across his chest, releasing a laugh that contained absolutely no humor. “Pretty sure you’ve already poured enough salt on that wound for one week, thanks.”

He moved into the kitchen, hoping that if he just walked away maybe she would get the message and let herself out. He couldn’t deal with this right now. He already had so much going wrong this week.

Of course, in typical Betty Cooper fashion, she didn’t leave. Instead she followed him toward the kitchen, leaning over the counter as she watched his back.

“Jughead, please. I need to tell you the truth. There are things you don’t know.”

“Yeah, well, that makes two of us.” Jughead mumbled beneath his breath, opening the fridge and pretending to survey it’s decidedly empty shelves.

He didn’t even have to look up to know Betty had furrowed her brow, “What does that mean?” She asked, her voice hardening just a bit.

He closed the fridge, looking her dead in the eye with as cold an expression as he could manage.

“Toni and I kissed. More than once.”

He wasn’t sure why he said it - maybe because he wanted to hurt her like she’d hurt him, or because he wanted to prove to her that he was fine without her. Something inside him told him it was more likely that he was simply incapable of keeping such truth from her. Absolutely none of him felt any better when he saw the pain in her eyes.

“Oh.” She whispered, her eyes flickering down to the floor, “Did it - I mean - Did it mean anything?”

Jughead shrugged, “What does it matter? You broke up with me, remember?”

“I did it to protect you!” Betty’s voice rose suddenly, before quickly finding its way back down to a whisper, “I did it to protect you.”

Jughead sighed, backing out of the kitchen to meet Betty on the other side of the dividing wall, “From what? The Serpents? Newsflash - you’re a little late.” He pushed up the sleeve of his t-shirt, revealing the black and green ink that hid underneath. Betty’s eyes widened, just a bit, but she quickly composed herself. Not that it mattered - he knew she was judging him. “Go ahead,” He growled, “Say it - say what you’re thinking. Say all the things you sent Archie to.”

“Jughead that’s not - What Archie said, none of it was true.” Betty looked up at him, her glassy green eyes searching his for even a semblance of understanding. “I told you I would support you, and I meant it. I still do.”

Jughead was reeling with emotion. Why did she have to be here? Saying these stupid things in that stupid soft voice of hers and looking at him with those stupid eyes. His whole body ached just thinking about her, her very presence leaving him feeling like an addict who had just been offered one last hit. He wanted her out, wanted the pain to just stop, but he took one last mistaken look at her crumpled appearance and couldn’t stop his heart from faltering.

“If what Archie said wasn’t true, then why would you break up with me? Why would you -” Jughead’s voice gave out, his throat tightening as he attempted to hold back his emotions, “Why would you take away the only good thing I had left?”

“Jughead,” Betty stepped forward, reaching out to stroke his face on instinct before realizing better and pulling away. 

“Just tell me what is going on Betty.” He was practically pleading now, desperate to know why she had left him. Why, if she never wanted to see him again, she had insisted on helping with the drag race and jumped in his car to ensure they both escaped the police safely. Why, if she really didn’t want him to be a part of his life anymore, she would tell him she still loved him.

Betty took a deep breath, and Jughead braced himself for whatever was about to come next.

“The Black Hood - he contacted me.”

“With the letter, I know.” 

Betty shook her head, “The letter was just the beginning. Last week, I started getting these phone calls. He’s been calling me, threatening me, threatening Polly and Veronica, threatening…”

“Me?” Jughead asked, the pieces in his mind slowly clicking together. He couldn’t believe he had been stupid. He had been too distracted by his insecurities and his anger to recognize what had been going on. He hadn’t even questioned it when Archie had appeared at his door, hadn’t even doubted that Betty was abandoning him. He’d just left her at the mercy of a psychopath. “Oh God, Betty -”

“Please,” Betty started, “forgive me Jughead. I… I understand if you want to be with Toni, if she makes you happy, but I don’t think I can live with myself if you don’t forgive me.”

She looked so small standing in front of him, so vulnerable and so very unlike the Betty Cooper he had fallen for. She had sacrificed so much for him, he couldn’t believe he’d been so selfish.

“Betty,” Jughead rushed forward, capturing her cheeks in his hands and pressing his lips in a bruising kiss. She released a slight sob against his lips, quickly grasping on to the fabric of his shirt and relaxing against him. He breathed her in, the fog that had been surrounding him lifting and giving way to a buzz of pure adrenaline. When pulled away, pressing his forehead against hers and wiping a stray tear from her cheek. “I’m so so sorry. I can’t believe I didn’t even notice -”

“No, Jughead - it’s my fault.” Betty placed a hand over his heart, “If I had just talked to you -”

“We should have talked to each other.” He reached up and took her hand into his own, melding his fingers with hers and wishing he could never let go, “I shouldn’t have just taken Archie at his word. I should have fought for you -”

Betty cut him off with a kiss, softer than the first but just as full. “Let’s just forget all of it, okay?” She smiled at him, that wonderful Betty Cooper smile. It hadn’t even been a week, but oh how he’d missed that smile.

If love were a drug, Betty Cooper was, without a doubt, the most addictive of them all.

“I love you.” He whispered against her chin, slowly tracing kisses along her jawline as his fingers trailed around her waist. “I love you, I love you, I love you…”

Betty captured his face in her hands, bringing his eyes up to meet her own. They were brighter than before, shining exactly the way he remembered them at night. “I love you too.” She said, her lips brushing against his with every syllable, before crashing down into him once more.

Her.

This is a soulmate story and completely different to what I usually write about. It took me forever to write but I actually like how it turned out. Let me know what you think and if you would like to read another part. Thank you.xxx

Ouch.
Harry looked down to where it felt like he chopped his whole finger off and huffed when he found his skin flawless. Of course. Of course, it wasn’t him who hurt himself it was her. She was the clumsiest thing he ever met, he swears to-
He actually never met her. And maybe that was exactly why he was so huffy and grumpy all the time and got even more irritated when she didn’t watch where she was going.
She was his soulmate ans she took an awful lot of time to finally get to him. Even though Harry had to admit that he wasn’t too sure if he would be over the moon happy as everyone said he would be when he finally met her.
She was just an awful lot. She was happy when Harry was sad, and when Harry was happy, she was sad.
The fact that he felt her emotions just as strong as his own made him go insane, the doubled trouble too much for him at times. But sometimes it comforted him to know that she felt the same. That she felt him. He loved it when she would rub her own tummy when she felt him mopping around because he felt her rubs and it made him happy. And he loved to kiss over the parts she hurt on his self when he felt the burn on his skin because he knew it made it better for her.
Just how he did now. He kissed over his fingertip three times, a forth time when he still felt her pout.
Yes, he loved her with all his heart even though sometimes he felt like crying frustrated tears when she became too much for him to handle.
The only thing he didn’t love about her was that she took so awfully long to get to him. All his friends already found their other half while he searched for her everyday but she was nowhere to be found.
It didn’t help that she had a boyfriend either. Harry didn’t knew why she needed a boyfriend when she,(he’ll stop with the annoying stressing on ‘she’ now even though he felt the need to express that she wasn’t just any she), when she had him. It broke his heart over and over again when he felt her boyfriend kissing her because only Harry was supposed to do that. Harry didn’t understand why she needed a boyfriend when she sent an ‘I love you’ to Harry every night before she fell asleep.
When Harry told his mum that he was able to communicate with her her jaw dropped to the floor and she gushed about how special that was and while they already were soulmates they had an even more special connection than others. Harry believed it was just because it took so long and their souls craved each other so they had to find a way to overcome the distance.
While they were only able to communicate in the morning and at night it was enough because he had the time to tell her that he loved her and longed for her and needed her and so much more. But it still wasn’t enough because even though it was nice to hear her telling him how much she loved him every day he wanted to see her lips wrapping around the words before he wrapped his lips around hers. He wanted to be able to hold her and have her hold him and be with her. Even though he knew he had forever with her he needed forever to start as soon as possible.


Y/N was just as desperate to find him even though she had a boyfriend. She liked her boyfriend but didn’t love him because there was only one person she could ever love. But because she hasn’t found him yet she needed a distraction so the hole in her chest couldn’t grow any more and eventually swallow her whole.
She loved him so much already. So, so much. Even though she wouldn’t admit it she was dependent on him already, she lived for the ‘I love you’s he sent her and his kisses when she hurt herself.
Just like now, she felt the gentle pressure of his pillowy lips against her fingertip and just like every time it happened she just wanted to feel his lips against hers. She just wanted him here with her.
Harry felt her pain just like always. It didn’t matter if it was physical pain or emotional pain, he felt it. He closed his eyes with frustration but not because she annoyed him, no. Because he wished he could take that pain away from her. Make her forget she ever felt lonely.
He sent her a ‘Soon, my love.’, and hoped she heard him because somehow it was still morning even though it was 11:13.
'Soon isn’t soon enough.’ he received back and smiled softly in agreement.
'We’ll find each other. I promise.’ Oh, how he wished he could send her a hug as well.
“Promise to love me too?”
“More than anything.”

It was the longest conversation they ever had. Harry had a feeling it was because their connection grew stronger with each day. Maybe that meant they’ll meet each other soon?


When it happened nothing could have prepared Harry for the feeling he felt when their eyes met for the very first time. The whole world stopped and he saw nothing but her. She was beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. Her eyes had the color of melted chocolate and Harry loved melted chocolate. Her lips were plump and full, their color reminded him of strawberries and when he thought about strawberries with melted chocolate he felt like he could cry.
When Y/N’s eyes landed on him it was like time stood still and nothing existed but him. And her. Together. His eyes had an ocean like color and Y/N loved the ocean. His lips were plump and perfectly shaped, their color reminded her of raspberries and when she thought about a day by the ocean with raspberries she felt like she could cry.
They pushed through the people who were in their way until they reached each other, both not looking away for a single second.
“My love.” Harry cried and reached out to touch her skin.
She closed her eyes when he touched her, overwhelmed by the love she felt for the man standing in front of her. The love radiating of of him.
Harry pulled her to him, wrapping her in a tight hug. Y/N nuzzled her face into his neck, kissing his shoulder a few times. She liked the way he smelled, like fresh laundry and a tad bit of perfume.
Harry loved the way she wrapped around him perfectly, she was made for him. Just for him, he knew it.
“What’s your name?” he asked her quietly, pulling back a bit to look into her eyes and a new wave of love for her hit him when he saw her loving gaze.
“Y/N.” she told him.
“Y/N.” he repeated in awe.
“Beautiful. I’m Harry.”
“Harry.” she whispered and stroked over his cheek.
God, she loved him. Her eyes wandered over his face, trying to memorize every little detail. He was handsome. So incredibly handsome. Actually, handsome wasn’t the right adjective to describe him. Beautiful. Yeah, beautiful seemed to fit better.
Harry watched her, how her eyes ran over his features. Under any other circumstances he would have felt uncomfortable if someone would have looked at him so intently but it was her and he loved the way she looked at him. He loved it because her eyes held love and adoration.
Harry was sure that she was the most beautiful woman to ever walk the earth. She was absolutely and completely perfect. And she was his. Well, not exactly…
Y/N watched with concern how the smile left his face and a frown took over his features.
“Hey, what’s going on?” she asked him gently and grabbed onto his hands, frowning herself when she felt his big rings which blocked her from feeling his fingers thread through hers, blocked her from feeling his skin against hers.
“Will you come home with me? So we can talk?” he questioned almost shyly, squeezing her hands so she knew he was alright.
“Of course.” she nodded without a hint of hesitation.
He might still be a stranger but she loved him and she had no worries about going home with him.


Once they arrived Harry made them both some tea,taking his time with the process. Y/N couldn’t help but notice the change in his demeanor, how the happiness from earlier seemed to be completely gone and replaced with… frustration?
She also couldn’t help the horrible thought that took over her mind. Her worst nightmares of her soulmate not being happy with her. Not loving her. What if Harry had a completely different idea of his other half? What if she wasn’t enough for him?
“Y-You’re not happy that you met me, right?” she asked shakily.
Harry whirled around with shock, he felt like someone just punched him in the throat . She might as well have.
“What? Darling, no.” he shook his head vehemently and rushed over to her, hugging her tightly to his chest.
“No, no, no.” he whimpered and kissed her forehead over and over again.
“Don’t ever think that. You hear me?”
“Then what’s going on? You seem like something is bothering you. Something about me.” she searched his eyes but found no answer.
It was crazy because now that she actually was with him she couldn’t feel his emotions anymore. At least not the way she did before.
“Yeah…” Harry admitted somewhat ashamed.
“Yeah? What is it?” she begged to know and almost lost her mind when Harry pulled away from her.
“It’s just… You have a boyfriend and… I don’t know what to do with that.”
She starred at him for a few moments. This time she was in shock. He knew that? And why did he think of it when she hasn’t thought about her boyfriend for a single second since she met Harry?
“How do you…” she trailed off but she didn’t need to finish her sentence.
“I feel it. I feel it every time he kisses you because it breaks my heart. And I also feel it when you do… other things. Feels like someone rips my heart out then.”
“Harry… I’m sorry. But I’m sure you had a girlfriend before as well, so-”
“No, I haven’t.” he shook his head.
“You haven’t?” she asked disbelievingly.
“No. Why should I want a girlfriend who could never make me happy when the love of my life is waiting for me?”
“Harry…” she sighed.
“I mean I know that people have relationships before they meet their other half but I just never wanted that. I want to discover everything that comes with love with you and nobody else. I hoped my soulmate would feel the same.”
“Do you really think I love him?”
“I feel the butterflies whenever you look at him, love.” he smiled sadly.
“I like him. And he’s important to me. But that’s it. There’s only one person I will ever be able to love and that’s you.”
“But… but when you know that why do you need him?” he asked her.
“Because I’m lonely. I hate being on my own. I always hated that empty feeling in my chest and knowing that only one person on this whole planet could fill that empty space… I felt hopeless.”
He understood her, he did. But then again, he didn’t. Didn’t she know that he felt exactly the same? He felt empty and lonely but he knew that anyone who wasn’t her couldn’t take those feelings away from him.
What he really couldn’t understand was how she could catch feelings for her boyfriend. He always thought it wasn’t possible for someone to fall in love with anyone but their soulmate. And she was in love with her boyfriend even if she wouldn’t admit it.
“You love him.” Harry stated.
“Harry, I don’t. I love you. You.
“But you love him too.”
She sighed with frustration and walked over to where he was standing, taking his face in her hands and forcing him to look at her.
“He’s important to me but I don’t love him. I never could.”
She gave Harry a chance to prostest again but his mouth remained shut.
“Now can we please stop fighting about this? I never thought I’d fight with you the first time I meet you.”
Harry nodded and sighed, she was right.
“I love you, okay? Please don’t ever doubt that.”
“I love you too.” Harry mumbled and pulled her closer to him, flush against his chest with his arms around her waist.
Y/N threaded her fingers through his short curls, scratching lightly against his scalp because she knew how much Harry loved that. She pressed a kiss to the shell of his ears, smiling softly at the grateful hum she received.
She pulled back a bit to look at him, stroking his cheeks tenderly and admiring the way his eyes closed with the pleasure of having her here with him.
“Harry…” she whispered softly.
“Hm?”
“I want to kiss you.”
His eyes opened immediately, his nerves evident. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
He hasn’t thought about that yet. He never kissed someone before. What if he messes up completely? What if he’s so bad that she doesn’t want him anymore?
What if… he isn’t as good as her boyfriend?
“We d-don’t have to if that’s t-to fast for you. We can take it slow.” she stuttered.
“No! No, no, no. Of course I want to kiss you. But… it’s just… you’re my first. And I don’t want to mess up.” he shrugged shyly.
“Harry, you could never mess up. You kissed my forehead earlier, right? S'just the same only on the lips.”
Harry nodded and thought for a moment. He could do it, right?
He pulled her as close as he possibly could, one hand on the side of her face and the other one squeezing her waist. Y/N cupped his face in her own hands, stroking over his raspberry pink lips that she noticed immediately when her eyes landed on him for the first time earlier. They were soft to the touch and she could feel a light layer of chapstick.
And then she leaned in. First she rubbed the tip of her nose against his before she tilted her head to the side and captured his bottom lip between hers. The kiss was soft and loving, letting him get used to the feeling of being kissed before she fastened her lips to his again and let them linger, humming softly when she felt him kiss her back. With the next one she licked over his bottom lip with her tongue, motioning for him to open for her and he did, moaning when her tongue licked over his. She pressed a few more pecks against his lips before pulling back, chuckling softly when he whined at the loss.
He opened his eyes and saw her gentle smile that showed nothing but pure happiness. Her eyes were sparkling and he could see the love in them. This was just what he wanted. What he’s been waiting for all his life.
“Was I any good?” he asked sheepishly when he felt his cheeks heating up from her intense gaze.
“You were perfect. Best kiss I ever had.” she reassured him, pecking his lips again to prove her point.
“Love your kisses.” he admitted shyly.
Y/N didn’t think it could be possible for someone to be smoking hot but adorably cute at the same time. And he was her soulmate. How lucky was she?!
“I love kissing you.” she whispered before touching her lips to his again.
“Does it…” he started but shook his head, deciding against asking her the question that burnt on his tongue.
“What, hm?” she asked him and grabbed one of his hands to somehow make him feel more confident.
“Does it feel the same when you kiss your boyfriend?”
He shouldn’t have asked. He knew it when she sighed that he shouldn’t have asked. God, he was stupid.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha-”
“It doesn’t. It doesn’t compare to this. Not at all. When I kiss you I feel butterflies and fireworks and tingles and like… like I’m on top of the world. I don’t feel that with my boyfriend.”
Harry nodded relieved, even though that was his first kiss he could make her feel like that. And no one else could, no matter how much practice they had.
He guided her mouth to his, kissing her this time. It was a warm peck that made Y/N shudder and Harry couldn’t help but press against her more due to that reaction.

They moved to Harry’s couch then, kissing and giggling and declaring their love to each other. They were so happy. So incredibly happy that they were sure their hearts were going to burst any second. It was perfect. So perfect that Harry was sure nothing could destroy this moment…
“Will you stay the night?” he asked her in a whisper, watching how she lifted her head from his chest, stroking a tot of hair behind her ear.
“I can’t, Harry.” she sighed sadly, biting her lips when she saw his face fall.
“I need to feed my cat and Matthew is probably already worried about me.” she explained, frowning when his face fell even more.
“Can’t you text him? He can feed your cat, no?”
“He doesn’t have a key to my apartment.”
Harry sighed defeated and turned his head to look at the ceiling.
“Harry…” Y/N sighed sadly and sat up to look at him.
“We’ll get breakfast tomorrow, yeah? You can come over tomorrow and I’ll prepare us some pancakes and smoothies and everything you love.”
“I just… I don’t want to go back to being without you.” Harry mumbled.
“I don’t either. But only for tonight okay?”
Harry sighed but nodded, his heart feeling heavy in his chest at the thought of her leaving him.
“Are you going to talk to him? Tell him about us?” he asked in a hopeful tone.
He just wanted her to break up with her boyfriend and forget about him completely. Even though she reassured Harry over and over again that she only loved him, he didn’t like that boy one bit.
“Y-Yeah.”
“Promise?”
She nodded and smiled softly before Harry leaned up and kissed her lips again and again, so long until she really had to leave.
She gave him her number and countless kisses before she rushed out his door with an 'I love you!’.
Harry wasn’t as happy as he thought he would be. He always thought that once he met his other half everything would fall into place and finally make sense. That he would feel secure and safe but that wasn’t the case at all. He never felt so insecure before.
He felt her again when she was far enough away from him, felt her nerves and worries.
And he felt it when her boyfriend came over and she kissed him. He felt it more intense than before he met her and he hated it. Hated it that she still got butterflies in her tummy and leaned in for another kiss after she kissed Harry. How could she?
And he knew she didn’t talk to him because an hour later he could feel her having sex with her boyfriend. Making love to another man.
Cheating on him.
What was Harry supposed to do with that?

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Watch_Dogs 2 + Cinnamon Roll meme

Power Cut V

Originally posted by kookiegyeom

Pairing : Yoongi x Reader
Genre : Fluff, slight angst, Hybrid!au

Summary : Yoongi is the cat hybrid you once adopted at an adoption center. You took care of him as best as you could months following his adoption but he still has not erased the distance he voluntarily puts between you.

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The following days were tenser than you ever witnessed in Yoongi’s company. You would not forget that night when you got home from Jisoo’s place. You would not forget your hybrid’s weird behavior as you had found yourself against the wall, him pressed against you, a cold smirk plastered on his lips with your heart pounding against your chest. How would you forget how enthralled you were by his piercing glance? You would not forget the sweet smell of his body wash and how he eagerly nipped at the skin of your neck.

“Damn…”

You smashed one fork against the sink, your thoughts racing through your mind, your lips quivering slightly. Throat constricting, you cursed under your breath, remembering how much your body wanted to be tamed by your own hybrid. However, reason took over desire. Reason noticed Yoongi’s weird behavior even if you deep down always dreamed of becoming his. He had sounded so angry, so possessive this night as if he wanted to tame you right there. It felt negative although one side of you secretly rooted for it, for him to take you while being on heat.

Fuck it. Why it had to be like this?

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Restless Nights

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Neither of you meant for it to happen, but now Bucky can’t sleep without you, and you can’t sleep without him.

Warnings: fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, third-person, very little plot (just something fun, idk), unedited, more trash writing (but like, trashier than usual because I’m trapped in an angst-ridden hole with my other fics)

A/N: Forgot this was stuck in my drafts. I kinda rushed to finish this because there was one huge section that was incomplete and I didn’t want to leave it untouched for another month. So, here it is. I’ll find another day to edit it. Think of this as a rough copy. It might be choppy. Whoops. This is more like four drabbles put together. 

Word Count: 2,102

“RESTLESS NIGHTS” MASTERLIST

WHEN BUCKY’S ATTITUDE necessitated a slap to the wrist, Tony, with all the subtlety of a Times Square billboard, decided to scour the Tri-State Area for the best therapist that the Stark’s money could afford. It was a warning. No words were said out loud, but the message was pretty damn clear: don’t taint the newest member of the team, or the good Stark Avenger name.

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Dear Mummy

I’m honest with you guys; I cannot deny that I have not cried a bit while writing this! Some of you will probably hate me but just know I do it already myself! :D In this story Harry and Beau are a family! I really hope you like it! And leave some feedback behind!!! And let me know if you cried :D (Picture is not mine!!!)


Harry went up the stairs to his daughter’s bedroom to check up on her and to kiss her goodnight at the same time. She suspiciously went to bed earlier than she normally would do. Also the whole day she was acting strange. Harry noticed that Beau was quite still after he got her from school if you consider how talkative she normally is. As he asked her about it, she just shrugged her shoulders, telling him she was absolutely fine but just exhausted by her day. Harry didn’t bring up the topic again because he didn’t want to pressure her, if she wanted to talk she would tell him, but he was clearly sure that something must have made her upset.

He slowly opened the door to his daughter’s room and was surprised as the lights on the ceiling were still on. His eyes searched for the little girl and he found her lying in her bed, her back turned towards him.  

“Bub, are you still awake?” He asked quietly however he got no answer from her side. It was very quiet in the room, so quiet that you probably could have heard a pin falling onto the ground. Frowning, he moved closer to her bed and when he was close enough he discovered that her shoulders were slightly shaking, followed by a heavy sob escaping from her mouth. Beau could not hide her façade forever, not from her dad who knew if something was wrong with her and finally broke down in front of him. Everything she had gone through a few hours ago was crushing onto her like a heavy brick.

Harry instantly tore her from her lying state as he cradled her on his lap, pressing her firmly against his chest as he gave her countless kisses on her forehead. The young girl held onto him like he was her only living source and so many tears were falling from her eyes as she cried. Harry had never seen his daughter so upset before.

“It’s okay, bub…” He tried to soothe her, running his hand through her long curly hair that she inherited from her daddy. “Wanna tell me why you’re crying?” He took her young face between his warm hands and caught every falling tear with his thumbs. Seeing his little girl in this state made him want to cry himself. Harry could never stand seeing his loved ones suffering, especially not his princess. He would tear down the entire planet if that meant that he could see her smile again. By now he just noticed the fluffy teddy bear under her left arm and he could only assume what it was about. She only cuddled against her that specific toy when she was missing a certain person. A person she loved with her whole heart as much as Harry did. Because it was a gift from her.

They were sitting in this position, father and daughter holding each other, until Beau’s crying died down slightly and her breathing became normal again. Her eyes met her father’s gentle green ones and she somewhat lowered her gaze in shame. She hated crying, crying made her weak and vulnerable but it was a human thing. No one could suppress their feelings forever. Beau just wanted to be Harry’s strong little girl and not a whiny little thing.

“I’m sorry, daddy…” She sniffled.

“There is no reason to be sorry, princess. You know it’s normal to cry sometimes. Now, what happened? What made you so upset, hmm?”

Only the thought about the event that went on earlier caused new tears appearing in her eyes. She did not want to think about it anymore but the wound that had been caused was too fresh for her to ignore. She was just a little girl. How could she deal with pain properly?

“Aww beautiful, just speak to me. I’m here for you, you know that.” He kissed her forehead again to encourage her. Beau took a deep breath, but her voice still sounded very shaky.

“T-today in s-school Mrs. Riley suggested preparing a little gift for mother’s day. She said this time we should send them to our mummy’s instead of giving it to them personally. Then, o-one of the mean girls just said how I wanted to send my gift to mummy since there’s no mailman for heaven. A-and they made fun of me the entire d-day. Even though our teacher warned them and told them how disrespectful their words are, they still didn’t stop. Macy told me that mummy did not love me, that’s why she left and she is probably happy where she is without me.”  She began to sob again. “Is that true, daddy? Is that why she left us? Is that why I have no mummy anymore?”

Anger boiled in Harry’s veins and he wanted nothing more than to scream at the children who bullied his little girl and planted nonsense into her innocent mind. He wanted to yell at their parents for raising bad-mannered children who just had no idea what he and Beau had gone through the past year. How could they make fun of a little girl who just involuntarily lost her mother? This is not only disrespectful towards Beau but also his wife. Harry clenched his teeth in rage but tried to keep his composure. That was not the best time to freak out in front of her.

“Never, munchkin.” Harry said hoarsely. “You’re classmates were being very mean to you. They just have no idea. Mummy loved you from the bottom of her heart and she would have never left you voluntarily. You were the most important person in her life and she loved being a mother to you.”

“Then why did she die, daddy? Why did she leave us?”

“Because heaven needed her, you know? Heaven always needs the most beautiful humans in the entire world.”

Beau buried her face in the crook of his neck. “But I need her too, daddy. I want mummy back and I miss her.”

He sighed. “I know, little one. I miss her too but one day, I promise we’ll see her again and we’ll never leave each other. Never again. We’ll be happy forever and ever. Just you and mummy and I. But I want you to know something and keep this forever in your mind. You will always have a mother, no matter if she’s here or not, mummy will always be your mummy, okay? Because if it wasn’t for mummy, you wouldn’t be here. There is no way you can’t have a mummy.”

He took her tiny hand into his and led it between her chest. “As long as you keep her here, mummy will always be there. She’ll never leave us, bub. She’s watching over us and protects us from bad things.” He bent forward to place another soft kiss onto her forehead. “Now, no more crying love, alright? I bet mummy wouldn’t want us to be sad.”

Beau responded by only nodding her head. Harry laid her back into her bed carefully and stayed beside her as long as she needed him to be with her. She asked him if he could tell her stories about the past which Harry gladly complied and the more he told her about him and his wife the more in love he felt with her. And actually, this was the most painful thing. To love somebody unconditionally but not be able to show it. When Beau finally fell asleep with a smile on her lips and cuddling her teddy bear, Harry gave her a one last kiss on her cheek and covered her up tightly so she wouldn’t catch a cold in the night.

The weather was a bit windy and rainy recently and he wanted to prevent her of becoming sick.

He closed the door carefully behind him and made his way back downstairs. He was still beyond mad and if something like this should happen again, he would not hesitate to make the responsible person’s life a living hell. What the fuck was just wrong with the world nowadays? Harry could not understand.

Taking a bottle of wine and a matching glass from the kitchen, Harry sat down on the couch in his living room. He felt the pain that he tried to suppress for almost one year now creeping its way onto the surface. How many nights had he just spent crying himself to sleep, just wishing it all was a dream? How many times had he just insulted and cursed at the drunken man who just took the love of his life away from him? How many times had he just wished that it was the man who painfully met death’s eye instead of his love? It took him so much strength, so many therapy sessions and so much compassion to come the point where he was now. Acceptance. Even though it was too hard, Harry had to accept that she was gone. Gone physically but never emotionally. Sometimes, Harry could tell he felt her close nearby, often hearing her voice and this made him question his mental health.

Pouring a bit of wine into his glass and taking a gulp out of it, Harry just decided to rummage through some family albums that he had not touched since the incident one year ago. The pain was still fresh back then and he didn’t dare to look into them in fear that he might break.

He randomly just opened one page and the picture he saw took his breath away. There she was, his beautiful wife smiling happily at him. Harry still remembered taking the picture like it was yesterday. They had been at a family wedding and she was 8 months pregnant with Beau. Harry remembered how stunning she looked and that he could not tear his eyes away from her the entire day. All his attention was on her. She wore a slight pink evening dress that Harry had the privilege of choosing it for her. Pink was the new black for him and he was proud of finding a perfect dress for her that she also liked.

She smiled happily at the camera, her one hand being placed protectively over her belly as if she was afraid something could happen to their unborn baby while she steadied her other hand on her waist. She wore a floral wreath on her perfectly made hair and her beauty shone brighter than the sun. She was so excited to become a mother that her happiness radiated out of her. Harry wished he could turn back to that time, just to see her that happy again.

A tear dropped on his hand as he traced the outline of her flawless face. “I miss you, darling.” He sniffled, wiping away the tears that followed after the first one. “I love you so much, my perfect wife.”

How much he wished she was there with him. Holding her tight was what he wanted, kissing her soft lips was what he desired and loving on her was what he longed for.

Countless times he just asked himself what he had done that fate and life at the same time punished him with that kind of pain. Harry was always kind and respectful and supportive however life just rewarded him with the worst. Life had kind of been unfair to him and Harry had no clue why.

When Harry got the call from the hospital, being told that his wife was involved in a car crash, his whole world fell apart. He wasted no time and rushed to the hospital with a racing heart but unfortunately it was too late.  All he found was a soulless corpse of his wife and doctors who wished him their deepest condolences. He dropped on his knees, cried and screamed until he had no voice anymore. Harry couldn’t even remember how he made out of that hospital that fateful night, or how he could make it through the funeral. His inside was numb the entire time. He never wanted to feel any emotion again.

Another problem was how he could just tell his little girl about her mother’s passing. It was definitely the biggest challenge in his entire life. Seeing his little Beau mourning over the loss of her mother tore his heart apart even though he was convinced that there was no heart left anymore. His wife took his heart a long time ago. He never wanted to see Beau in that state ever again. He had to be strong for the sake of his own health and especially for Beau. They got all the support they needed and life was getting a bit easier from time to time. But it would never be the same.

Turning the pages over, he looked at the next photos, often smiled or even cried at some point. All these moments that were pictured on them crushed onto him heavily but Harry gladly accepted them. Remembering all these beautiful moments he was able to spend with his wife and Beau; that was something he was proud of having the pleasure to experience it with them.

The last picture and the more recent one was taken last year a few months before the accident. Harry took his family on a vacation to the Maldives and they spent some wonderful family time over there. Their last one as a complete family. All three of them were smiling into the camera, Harry laying his arms lovingly and protectively over his wife’s shoulder while she had Beau pressed against her chest. They looked like a perfect family which they truly were. Harry had never been in love with somebody that much before.

When his wife came into his life, he learned another side of love. A love that he would have died for.  From the first moment he laid his eyes on her, he already knew that she was the one he wanted to spend a life time with. And when he found out about her death, he wished it was him who died that night. He would have sacrificed himself if that meant that she could live.

“I really hope you’re fine wherever you are, angel.” He whispered into nothingness. “We miss you so much but I know that you are patiently waiting for us and I cannot wait to have you in my arms again. I swear I will never let you go, love. I love you. More than you’ll ever know.” With these words snapped the album shut and put it back into its place.

In that night, Harry felt more at ease as if his wife was lying right beside him and covering him with her warmth.

A few weeks later, when mother’s day finally arrived, Harry and Beau found themselves in the cemetery. Beau had made something special for her mother and was very excited to lay it onto her grave. Harry had bought the prettiest roses that he could find and it honestly was a huge bouquet that he carried along with him. His wife only should get the best from the best.

When they were standing in front of her grave, Beau let go of his hand and slowly walked towards the space where her mother was resting. She carefully laid her gift onto the grave.

“I love you mummy.” She said quietly. “I hope you like my present for you. I worked really hard on it.”

“Happy mother’s day, my darling.” Harry said, placing the large bouquet carefully next to his daughter’s present. His fingers traced over the cold grave stone where his wife’s name was written on. “We love you dearly and we miss you.”

Beau also placed a little note next to her present. Written by a little girl’s hand, it says:

  To the loveliest angel from all angels, my dear mummy.