1934. New years eve. You’re in brooklyn just for a few hours to watch Glenn Miller play before he goes mia during the war. This guy across the room keeps making eyes at you & he’s kinda cute so you smile back & he comes over to talk.
“You know, I know the face of every dame in Brooklyn. So why don’t I know you?”
“I’m from California. Just passing through.”
“Thats a shame”
So he sits down & you get talking. Hours pass but it feels like minutes. Next thing you know hes asking you to dance to what would later be called Moonlight Serenade.
“So how long are you in town for?”
“I’m leaving tonight.”
“So this is all I get?”
“Give me a reason to stay.”
At that moment the music changes and people start counting down to midnight.
“10. 9. 8. 7…”
“Why did you leave california?”
“It wasnt home.”
“I can give you a home. So please, stay. Just for a while.”
“3. 2. 1. Happy new year!”
You go in for the kiss and it’s like instant fireworks. “Happy New Year, Bucky Barnes.” You impulsively decide to stay and wind up moving in with Bucky and his skinny little friend. You start working at the club where you two met as a singer while he works any job he can get. Years pass and you fall madly in love. Then Pearl Harbor is bombed and he gets drafted. On his last night before shipping out he takes you out to the Stark Expo and out dancing and the two of you stay out until sunrise. You go with him to the docks so you can kiss him goodbye one last time before he leaves and right before he gets on the boat he slides a ring on your finger.
“When I get back I want you to make me the luckiest man in the world.”
Months pass and you find yourself alone because even his skinny friend left to go fight in the war. You spend your days reading every paper and listening to the radio praying you never hear his name amongst the dead. Once you hear about the Howling Comandos you spend all your time at the movies watching news reels hoping to see his face again. Then one day your whole world comes crashing down when you hear about what happened on the train so you pack your bags and never look back. Fast forward to modern day. Bucky is out of cryo. Every trace of Hydra is gone from his brain. He decides to move back to Brooklyn because it was the last place he ever felt truly happy. Then one day, at the local farmers market, he sees a girl that looks identical to you but brushes it off as his mind playing tricks on him. Except he keeps seeing that girl everywhere around town. One day he sees the girl and notices a very familiar ring on her finger. He gets up the courage to ask her about it.
“Excuse me, miss. Where did you get that ring?”
“My fiancé gave it to me before …”
You turn to face the man and fall silent, tears springing to your eyes.
You practically knock him off his feet with the force of your hug, trying to hide your sobs in his chest.
“Kitty? How is this possible?”
“Come with me back to my place. There’s a lot to explain.”
He follows you back to your apartment building, the same one you two lived in together all those years ago but recently renovated. You make him some tea and sit with him on the couch explaining that the reason you were still alive and as young as when he left was because you were a time traveler who had only been in that club that night to hear Glenn Miller. You tell him that the California you had left behind was the modern one and that he was the only reason you stayed as long as you did and that the only reason you left was because your home had supposedly died in the war. Then you tell him that you moved back into your old building because it was the closest thing you had to a real home and that you still wear his ring every day and tell any guy that hits on you that you’re engaged. Bucky breaks down crying which makes you start crying and all either of you can do is hold each other before you finally break the silence.
“Now that you’re back, how about I keep my promise and make you the luckiest man in the world?”
He moves in that same day and later that week you start planning your wedding 70+ years in the making. Every little detail has to be perfect. And Bucky wants to be involved in making sure it’s all perfect. The only thing you don’t let him get involved with is picking the song for your first dance. The big day rolls around and everything goes acording to plan. All of your closest friends and family are there. Both of you were sobbing while reading your vows. Everything was perfect. Back at the reception everyone is milling around waiting for the two of you to make your grand entrance. The doors open and you head to the dance floor for your first dance. Moonlight Serenade starts playing over the speakers and Bucky breaks down in tears, remembering both the night you met and the night before he shipped out and how much he’s loved you for all these years. He leans in close and whispers in your ear. “This song was the only thing Hydra could never take from me. Every time I thought about it I could see your face and I felt safe and loved.”
This made you break down crying and all you could do was hold him close and kiss him, giving him yet another sweet memory to go with your song. More years pass and one day you come home to find Bucky on the couch with your kids watching random home movies when suddenly the video and photo montage from your wedding starts playing, the song Lucky by Bif Naked playing over pictures of you getting ready, and Bucky starts tearing up. You walk up behind him and bend over to wrap your arms around him, kissing his cheek before moving to the other side and sitting in his lap, singing along with the song, both finally happy and home.
(Sorry it’s so long. Also sorry for any typos. I was literally sobbing while typing this.)
Please tell me you’ve written this or are planning to because I swear I almost cried and you picked one of my favourite songs. and I’m gonna need a minute. - Gen
Does anyone else have this problem, where you are going through your wallet looking for a coupon or whatever, and instead you end up pulling out dried-up paper boats, and Porter rings, and bible pages full of salt?
Obiyuki Week day 6: Little Mermaid Haaaah, this is getting longer that it’s supposed to. Part 4 will be the last.
After what had happened down at the rocks, the herbalist had spent the rest of the day in a daze. The truth of what she’d seen, of what he was, was nearly overwhelming. Whenever she had felt settled, another image of the merman’s golden eyes and sharpened teeth would scurry through her mind like a mouse. Spending the evening with everyone, more than one worried question was sent her way, and forcing smiles as white lies slid between her teeth was more draining than nights spent grinding and mixing herbs back in Wistal.
She had left for bed early that night, leaving a slightly forlorn Zen behind to complete a jigsaw puzzle by himself. With a single lamp to illuminate her room, Shirayuki paced in small circles, mouth in hand as she stared at nothing. Eyeing her bed with an expression akin to a convict faced with certain doom, she debated with herself over whether or not she should bother with sleep tonight.
It was only the thought of facing a concerned Kiki in close quarters that sent her to bed.
I saw somebody else do this, but noticed that a lot of my favourite movies weren’t included, so I made my own! This is mainly for me but I thought I might as well share it with everyone else, and we can all enjoy them together! This isn’t finished yet, I still have a ton of movies to add when I find the time.
And please let me know if you find any of the links are not working :)
When I texted @beastiebros I remember we talked like every single day in the beginning of our friendship AND HE PROPOSED TO ME WITH A BOAT AND A TINFOIL RING IN SCHOOL AND WORE A LITTLE TIE AND IT WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER AND I STILL HAVE IT WITH ME ♡♡
“Lately I’ve been thinking of Paris, and you
I’ve always been fond of museums
And in each one your face is the art I dare to steal
Lips meeting in a garden of Monet
When our names are forgotten we’ll make the Lourve
We run round the tower in the rain but I only do it make you laugh
Mostly everything i do is to put that magic in you
And when you suggest the boat, the ring surprisingly fits for a guess
But I didn’t expect the sea and sky to meet
We waltz on the night of salt stars and I don’t stumble
The world blankets us reminding that in
the embrace of tonight can last and last and last and we let it
We say those cliche words over and over again until it’s a language of our own
Reclaiming it’s beauty, planting our garden this night
The trauma of thorns will never fill us to be loveless
Rosy dawn greets the peeling wallpaper before traversing across us; entangled
Limbs aching with the giddiness of the stars that haven’t left us yet
Because it simply is the rise and fall of your chest that makes me in Paris with you
Before I could write, I heard a poem that made me cry and smile ( @little-lamp )
Imagine Loki taking you out on a boat ride on the ocean just below the palace, the same ocean where Frigga floated down and away. You lie in Loki’s arms as you two stare up into the galaxies and stars, but then, Loki gets up, only to get back down on one knee. He takes out a small box, and reveals a lovely green and gold ring.