her face looks so white

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I remember when she was this age (5) and thinking she was old. GSDs are seniors at 7, and I felt like she was aging too fast. I thought her face was so white. She started greying at 2 and eventually almost her whole face would turn white. Looking back on it now, she was so young and fit at 5. She was in the prime of her life. People would ask me if she was a puppy (probably mostly because she was so small) up until she was about 11. I had no idea how long she would live, and how well she would do up till she hit 14. It was unbelievable, really. 

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every snowing kiss | 13/?

      here  is  a  daily  reminder  that  camila  mendes  is  a  woman  of  color,  latina  and  brazilian,  and  proudly  so.  therefore,  having  her  face  look  white  as  a  paper  is  whitewashing.  i  know  riverdale  is  hell  to  color,  but  it  is  not  okay  to  whitewash  her  (  or  anyone  for  all  that  matters  ).  i  have  seen  several  edits  on  the  tags  whitewashing  camila  and  this  is  not  okay.

Whouffaldi AU // The White Raven

In some universe, a rebellious human time traveller Clara Oswald has gone and gotten herself into a sleazy deal, with a choronolock tattooed right at the back of her neck. So she travels around avoiding each and every raven or bird she sees. Although, I must point out that hers is no ordinary chronolock, as it is the one connected to the white Quantum Shade, The White Raven, who is no ordinary bird. He is very humanoid and always under “deep cover” with his wings that are invisible to others. But then, Clara Oswald too is no ordinary girl either, she is the impossible girl. So, as the chronolock counts down and the White Raven prepares to collect his soul, he starts to find himself, for once, unwilling to do what he has to.  

Say, Anne, did you know that Gilbert Blythe is dying?“ Anne stood quite silent and motionless, looking at Davy. Her face had gone so white that Marilla thought she was going to faint.

"Davy, hold your tongue,” said Mrs. Rachel angrily. “Anne, don’t look like that – DON’T LOOK LIKE THAT! We didn’t mean to tell you so suddenly.”

“Is – it – true?” asked Anne in a voice that was not hers.

“Gilbert is very ill,” said Mrs. Lynde gravely. “He took down with typhoid fever just after you left for Echo Lodge. Did you never hear of it?”

“No,” said that unknown voice.

“It was a very bad case from the start. The doctor said he’d been terribly run down. They’ve a trained nurse and everything’s been done. DON’T look like that, Anne. While there’s life there’s hope.”

“Mr. Harrison was here this evening and he said they had no hope of him,” reiterated Davy.

Marilla, looking old and worn and tired, got up and marched Davy grimly out of the kitchen.

“Oh, DON’T look so, dear,” said Mrs. Rachel, putting her kind old arms about the pallid girl. “I haven’t given up hope, indeed I haven’t. He’s got the Blythe constitution in his favour, that’s what.

—  Anne of the Island ‘The Book of Revelation’

When I was young, the neighbor kids liked to dig holes in the woods at night. My parents weren’t too keen on the whole “parenting” thing, so I’d usually get to stay up and watch them. I’d watch them from the bushes, but I’d never confront them. I had an inkling that they knew they were being watched as they were always so paranoid when they went through with their night ritual. Rather than dead bodies, they’d fill their holes with shards of glass, dishes, and other objects that you could easily shatter that they brought along with them in a huge sack. They always had so much. Once their holes were full they’d run off. I would too as the vibe of the area became oppressive once their ritual ended.

Unlike most kids, I liked getting up extra early in the morning, even on school days. It gave me more time to play outside. I’d run to the sacred area where the neighbor kids dug their holes. The sacred area would be flocked by crows. I liked running at them and scaring them off. They never flew away when I did, they just hopped really fast. I thought it looked funny. The holes would always be empty. I got it into my little kid mind that the shards had biodegraded over night. Later, I rationalized that someone would clean out the holes. Now, I think the crows took the shards. Maybe the crows ate the shards and it messed up their insides and that’s why they hopped instead of flew. Maybe that’s why they sounded like they did too. I don’t really know. I liked to jump into the holes and climb back out. They made a hollow, metallic thunk sound when I hit the bottom. I thought it was weird, but cool. When I got home from school, I’d visit the area again and play alone there. The holes would be filled, but the crows would sit at the edges of the sacred area and watch me play. I felt like they were my audience.

One day, my mother’s favorite dishes disappeared from the pantry. She was only a little irritated at first, but as time went on she became furious over it. She blamed me. My father uncharacteristically decided he needed to defend me. The dishes were there when I left for school, so I couldn’t have done anything to them was his argument. My parents, being the way they are, got into a passionately aggressive shouting match over this. They got into shouting matches often, but rarely was it over me. I felt guilty. I left my house for the sacred area and I just sat there alone. The crows were there. There were much more than I had ever noticed before. They were in the trees and circled around the sacred area. I think I even stepped on a few on my way there.

The neighbor kids showed up after some time with their sack of shards, their shovels, and another empty sack. Neither of them looked happy. In fact, they looked terrified. I didn’t know what to say to them, so I continued to sit there, probably looking depressed. One of the kids raised their shovel above me and whacked me straight on the face. It hurt, of course. I think she broke my nose. I screamed, and I cried. I tried to run away, but the crows flocked all over me. They were cawing, something they had never done before. It sounded like they were screaming, crying, and maybe laughing. I had a weird thought, probably because I was child who was just struck on the face by a shovel, but I thought they sounded “alive”. The kids restrained me and forced me into their empty sack. They were stronger than you’d think.

I think they were trying to tie my legs together, but I kept struggling. They began whacking me with what I assume were their shovels. It definitely felt like it, and what else would they whack me with? You’d be surprised by how many hits from shovels a little kid could take. I kept screaming and one of them kept yelling at me to shut the fuck up. I did, out of pain and exhaustion rather than my own volition. I stopped moving. The crows didn’t sound happy, and the neighbor kids said some things that I think indicated that they had went too far. They must have thought I was dead. I heard a hollow, metallic thunk when I hit the bottom of the hole they dropped me into, followed the feeling and sound of being covered in thousands of shards.

The crows’ cawing seemed to come together in one guttural sound. It was like someone clearing their throat, but once again the only way I can really describe it is that it sounded like it was “alive”. I was pulled from the sack and through the shards, which sliced into my skin and got into my mouth. I was being pulled into the air. Below me, I could see the sacred area, awash in crows. I wondered if I was being abducted by aliens, or being taken to heaven. The next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital bed. My parents and grandmother were there. For the record, my grandmother had died earlier that year. The room was so white, and the look on her face was gentle. The bed was covered in crow feathers and shards. She wiped them off in a single motion and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I don’t remember anything about my stay in the hospital after that.

I was out of school and stuck in my room for a month afterwards. My bed was sat in front of a window. Every so often, a crow would fly straight into it. I’d go into a panic every time and scream for my parents. They’d tell there was nothing wrong and that it just happens sometimes. Eventually, they stopped coming in my room when I complained altogether. I’d have nightmares. They were never detailed, just plates breaking and memories of myself playing in the sacred area that I had intruded into. I’d wake up in a cold sweat, afraid for a bit, but it’d fade into pure guilt and misery. I was being shamed.

We moved far away from my old home shortly after the incident. The crows still flew into any window I was near. I’d still go into a panic when it happened. The worst was in high school. I was in calc, barely paying attention when they decided to fly into the window right next to me by the dozens. I had the worst panic attack in my life afterwords. The crows don’t bother me much anymore, but the trauma still lingers. You don’t ever really get over stuff like that, especially when it happens at such a young age. Yesterday a crow flew into my window. I felt guilty for a moment, but it quickly passed. It has been more than a decade and half since that incident. I’ve mostly moved on, but they still hold a grudge. It’s kind of pathetic.

NOTE: A version of  this story is also on r/nosleep because I wrote it and put it there.

Did that really just happen? *Harry Styles One Shot*

WORD COUNT: 1555

I stood in the bedroom I once shared with my husband and sighed to myself. How could this happen? We seemed so happy, I thought we had a perfect marriage no children but it was a good marriage. At least in my eyes. My family hated me and people gave me dirty looks around town. Sure he was older than me but what did that matter it didn’t mean I didn’t care about him. The beginning was magical a real life fairytale. He was romantic and sweet, but then something changed. He stopped coming home with flowers every other night. He stopped kissing me before he left and eventually he just stopped talking to me. I don’t know what I did but it made me feel horrible about myself. There was a subtle knock on the door and I turned around to find Harry my soon to be ex-stepson standing there sheepishly. “Hey,” I whispered quietly whipping my face quickly. “I uh came to get the last box,” Harry said pointing to the box of his father’s things. “Right, here you go,” I said handing him the box, “Thank you for helping Harry,” I said giving him a weak smile. “No problem,” he said giving me a sympathetic smile. He turned to leave but stopped at the door, “Don’t let him get you down he’s not the only guy out there.” He left with that, leaving me standing there confused, there was a meaning I was missing in his words but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I let out a shaky sigh and walked to the door. I took the steps one at a time afraid I would stumble over my shaky legs. I headed for the kitchen but was stopped in the hall when a picture caught my eye. The two people were smiling perfectly, the white veil framed her happy face and she looked so familiar but at this time she felt like a stranger. A happy stupid stranger. The picture slipped from my hand as my eyes landed on his face. The picture hit the hard wood floor and I could hear the glass break. My foot came down on the poor picture frame stomping it into the ground a few more times before a quiet cry left my mouth and tears began to pour out. My hand covered my face and I couldn’t control myself. I felt someone grab me and try to shush me, I could feel a warm chest against my cheek and strong arms around my body. He stroked my hair while telling me it would be alright. I looked up at him and for the first time really saw him. He was gorgeous his emerald eyes, his chocolate curls and his strong caring embrace. I shook the thoughts out of my head he was my stepson that was wrong, even if the divorce would be finalized tomorrow. He let go of me but his hands rested on my cheeks. He used his thumbs and whipped away the painful tears, “Don’t cry for him, he’s not worth it,” he whispered. His eyes searched mine and I didn’t know what he was doing but I didn’t stop him. He moved closer slowly and I couldn’t get myself to move whether that be away or closer, I just couldn’t move. His lips brushed mine lightly and I felt my eyes flutter shut. It was a ghost of a kiss for a second and then it was gone. I opened my eyes to look at him and he was watching me curiously. I moved forward attaching my lips to his, he didn’t respond to the kiss and I pulled back slightly about to apologize immensely for my inappropriate actions, but when I started to move away he reacted by kissing back and pulling me closer to him. My body fell against his with him leading the kiss that soon became heated and needy. His hands searched my body curiously moving over every inch of me while my hands gripped his hair not letting him pull away. His lips found their way off of mine and onto my neck kissing down and back up while his hands pushed up the shirt I was wearing. He pulled it over my head and as soon as it was gone his lips found mine pushing me backwards until I could feel the bottom stair at my feet. He didn’t pick me up long enough to walk up the stairs he simply laid me back against the stairs his lips trailing down my body. Half of my mind was in pure bliss loving the way his lips felt against my heated skin and the other half was telling me how wrong this was. I didn’t care though I needed this and I needed it now. He pulled at the button of my jeans still leaving sloppy kisses along my abdomen. He slipped my pants down my legs and ran his hands up my bare legs leaving me to feel an ache in my center for him. He got close but didn’t continue to it. I pulled him up kissing his lips hard while I pulled his shirt up over his head. His hands went around me and pulled my bra off. Piece by piece clothes came off until we were both left naked on the stairs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he held up one of my legs wrapping it around him. He slowly entered me and I threw my head back against one of the steps letting out a loud moan, “Fuck,” I cried biting down on my lip harshly. It’s been so long since I had any sexual contact and this felt amazing, I had even given up on doing it myself so this was very much needed. He rocked his hips slowly moaning quietly against my neck sending vibrations through my body that resonated in my core. My fingers tingled and my toes curled as he thrust harder hitting my g-spot several times in a row. His hand came down and he used his thumb playing with my clit trying to get me there before him. “Oh, shit Harry I-I think I’m going to cum,” I cried arching into him as I felt an orgasm wash over my whole body, “Y- yesss,” I moaned shaking against him while he continued to pound into me. He was going hard and I could tell he was close, he had me pressed into the stairs hard but I didn’t care because I could feel pleasure bubbling up again. He thrust hard into me bottoming out and releasing everything into triggering a second smaller orgasm. We both collapsed panting for air trying to breathe normal again. When I gained my breathing back reality hit me hard. I had just had sex with my stepson that was wrong on so many levels I couldn’t believe I let that happen. I started to push him off of me and gathered my clothes quickly covering myself again, “You need to leave, we shouldn’t have done that,” I said trying to fix my hair and clothes. “Come on, you know you liked it,” he whispered pulling me into his naked chest. “No stop it, this can never happen again and no one can ever know we did that,” I said pushing him off me. He rolled his eyes and started to get dressed. I bent down and started to pick up the pieces of glass from the picture frame. I felt one of the pieces slip and cured as I felt the sting of a cut on the palm of my hand. “Shit,” I said standing quickly. “Here let me see it,” Harry said fully clothed and reaching for my hand. He pulled me into the kitchen and began running water over my bloody hand. I winced at the pain and felt tears begin to prick my eyes, and not because of my wounded hand. “No one can know about this Harry, I’m serious, they already blame me for the divorce, you can’t tell anyone what we did,” I pleaded as he dried off my hand and started to bandage it. “Don’t worry I’m not telling anyone, anything,” he assured with a nod. He got my hand covered and let it fall. He turned to leave, but I had to stop him, “Harry wait,” I called and he stopped turning around to look at me. “I’m sorry about earlier it’s all my fault I shouldn’t have acted like that,” I said feeling like this was all my fault. “Don’t be it was… fun,” he said smirking at me. My mouth fell open, he didn’t seem fazed by the fact I was his father’s wife, well soon to be ex, but still he didn’t seem to register this in his head. “Don’t worry, I never thought of you as a mom, stepmom or even my dad’s wife, to me you’ve always been, (Y/N),” he spoke answering my questions. I nodded my head and he turned around to leave. Did that really just happen?

A Blast from the Past

A/N: So i write again! This idea have been bugging me for a while so I had to write it down, and the blonde thing, I just have to put that in here. oh, and I have an ‘ask’ button on my page now, I’d love to get some reviews for my writing, that keeps me going.

@spencer-reid-recs

It’s in Spencer Reid’s POV

We, me and Morgan, were in a hospital, we were going to interview the only living victim from our latest case. I introduced myself to the doctor, “My name is Dr.—“ I stopped, she seemed really familiar, “(y/n)?”

“What? No, my name is Dr. (y/n) and your name should be Dr. Spencer Reid,” she chuckled.

I threw my arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug, “Oh God, I’ve missed you, (y/n),” I kissed the top of her head.

I didn’t want to let go of her but, “Hey, Kid, the hell is goin’ on here?” Morgan interrupted.

I pulled back from the hug, laughing, “Sorry. Morgan, this is (y/n), my friend—“

“Only,” she winked, “At least until you got the entire basketball team to worship you,”

“My only friend in high school. (y/n), this is Derek Morgan, my co-worker,”

“What? I don’t know Pretty Boy got a hot friend, why didn’t you introduce us sooner, Reid?” he mused and shook her hand.

“Pretty Boy, huh?” she gave me an amused look, “Well, I can’t say I disagree, you are pretty, but I can’t say the same for your hair, though,”

“Well, if I know I would be seeing you today, I would’ve gotten a haircut yesterday. And I’d love to introduce you guys sooner, but she disappear three years, six month, and seventeen days after we graduate, so I can’t actually do that. And she wasn’t even—” that hot. Is ‘hot’ even the right term to describe her? I felt my face getting hot and I could see Morgan laughing.

“Alright, I’m sure you two gentlemen are not here to get to know me. So, how can I help you?” she saved me from being Morgan laughingstock.

There are some questions I’d like to ask her but she was right, we’re here to work, “We’d like to see James Miller, he’s supposedly admitted here—“

“Eighteen hours ago, yeah, skull fracture, concussion, broken ribs, possible retrograde-amnesia. Longest surgery I’ve ever went on. Hell, whatever happened to that guy, I wish he’s got the amnesia or else he has to deal with PTSD and that’s not fun. He’s in room 427, you guys can go there, I have to check on my other patients,” she bid her goodbye and left us there.

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An hour later we were already back in the precinct. Reported back to the team what we found from the victim, which is nothing, (y/n) was right, James miller got an amnesia from the torture he’d endured. (y/n). God, how I’ve missed her. She was the one who kept me sane in high school. Twelve years I never heard from her. After we graduated high school, we kept our line of communication, we call each other, we send letters, we meet up in parks whenever we were back in Vegas on our college breaks. And then out of nowhere the calls stopped, the letters never came to my hands, no more—

“…. Reid? You heard me?” I heard Hotch voice from afar.

“Spence, you’re okay?” JJ piped up.

“What? I—uh, yeah, I, I’m okay, sorry I zoned out. What did you say?”

“I want you to work on the geographical profile,” Hotch said.

“Reid, you sure you’re okay? You seem different, what happen at the hospital?” Emily turned her head from me to Morgan.

“Pretty Boy got himself a girl, a hot one I might add,”  Morgan grinned from ear to ear.

“WHAT?” Emily and JJ spoke in unison.

“I know you got that in you, Kid,” Rossi chuckled.

“Oh my god, Reid got a girl. What’s her name, Boy Wonder, I have to check on her background, to make sure she isn’t a serial killer or something,” Garcia giggled, I didn’t even know Garcia was listening over the phone.

“I’m fine. She’s not my girlfriend, and don’t look for her information, Garcia, she’s not a serial killer,”  I left and asked an officer to give me a state-wide map and worked on the geographical profile.

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“Garcia, pull out the names of male in his late thirties to mid forties, who owns silver sedan,”

“It’s still a long list, Boss. How do I narrow it down?”

“Narrow it to people who live within two miles radius from the park where all the bodies were found,” I added.

“Reid, hey! I’ve checked all women who works at that hospital and this far no one has suspicious background, I can dig deeper if you just give me her name, because my Chocolate Thunder won’t even—“

“Garcia,” Hotch interrupted, thank God, she could go all day if he didn’t stop her.

“Right, I’m sorry, Sir. So I’ve narrowed it down and I got two names who fit your profile, Adam Harris and Joe Robinson. Before you ask, the addresses already in your phones,”

“Thanks, Garcia. Dave, you take Reid and JJ to the first house, the rest we’ll go to the second,” Hotch said as he put on his bulletproof vest

The ride to the address was quiet, we got a call from Morgan telling us they’re heading to our address as well, they went to the second address and it was clear, the house was empty, looked like no one lived there in the past month.

When we entered the house, we knew we got the right house, we were in the unsub’s house. The house was a mess. There were some blood spatter on the floor and walls. “Adam Harris, FBI,” Rossi stated, “We know you’re angry at Ronald Parker because your wife left you and chose him over you. But killing people who look like him won’t do you any good. If you give yourself up we’ll go easy on you,”

“And what’s in that for me, anyway? I’ve already killed those men, giving up or not I’ll go to jail anyway,” there he was, the unsub, he’s got a gun. And then I found myself laying on the ground. I felt cold. That’s when I realized I got shot. Right above my bulletproof vest.

“Spence! Spencer! Look at me, open your eyes,” JJ came into view and mumbled. Why was she mumbling?

“We got an agent down, we need medic,” I heard Rossi’s voice. Why did he sound so far away? 

Then everything went dark.

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I opened my eyes slightly, blinded by the lights, I closed my eyes again. I was in a hospital. “Spence, you’re awake?” JJ’s voice, I nodded. “Good. I’ll get the doctor,” I saw the rest of my team sitting across the room, eating takeouts.

JJ came back with the doctor, (y/n), a few minutes later, “Hello again, Doctor Reid,” she mused. I returned her greetings and didn’t say anything. We spent a good few minutes in silence when she checked on my vitals. I could feel eyes on me, my team’s, but I didn’t mind. I took time to look at her face.

“So where is your white hair?” I touched her now-brown hair, brushed it away from her face. She was done checking my vitals. She told me I could leave in a few hours.

“It was platinum blonde, duh,” she laughed, “And I still am a blondie, just not at work. Why? You have a ‘thing’ for blondie now?” I flushed. Now that I think about it, maybe I do have a ‘thing’ for women with blonde hair, all of my past crushes were blonde, not that there were many, but Lila Archer, JJ, Ashley Seaver all have blonde hair. Maeve had red hair, yes, but I didn’t know that when I got closer to her, and I was interested in her mind I didn’t even think about her appearance. “Oh my God, you are! You’re blushing!” (y/n)’s voice startled me, “I was joking but you actually have a ‘thing’ for blondie,” she bursted out laughing with my team as well.

“Hilarious, (y/n),” I tried to mask my embarassment by trying to sound stern, and failed, stern didn’t fit me.

“Sorry, but, let me ask you this, did you really missed me that much so you decided to be my patient?”

“You make it sounds like I got shot on purpose, (y/n),”

“Reid, you’re not gonna introduce us to your girl?” Emily spoke.

“Oh, like Morgan didn’t just tell you what happen yesterday when we met (y/n),” I mused, “This is (y/n), my high school friend. (y/n), these are my co-worker, my team, you’ve met Morgan and JJ, Jennifer Jareau, I mean, the rest is Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, and Aaron Hotchner,”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you guys, and David Rossi, I read all of your books, you’re a great writer, you should write more,” she smiled.

After a few minutes of getting to know each other—my team basically bombarded (y/n) with questions—they said goodbye and went to the hotel, left me in the hospital with (y/n). “So, what do you say we get dinner together?” I asked her.

“I usually don’t take my patient’s offer,”

“Then discharge me, so I’m no longer your patient, please?” she didn’t say anything, so I tried again, “I’ll get a haircut,” I put on my hopeful face.

“Then I’ll be a blondie,” she replied with a smile.


I’ve never been so eager to get a haircut before.

[Kingdom Love - Kris] 다섯 (Part Five)

Parts: [1]    [2]    [3]    [4]   [5]   [6]   [7]   [8]   [9] 

I won’t ask anymore.

“Come here.” Her soft voice echoed into your ears as your eyes locked onto the material – you were busy at the moment…

“Hey,” She chuckled quietly, causing you to hum quietly as your hands worked on the wool you were knitting – you wanted this to be as perfect as you could. It has been a month or so since that incident at the garden, ever since that morning… it still blew your mind everyday just thinking about how it all happened; it felt so surreal; as if everything was just a dream. Those nonchalant talks in the garden seemed to be a regular thing, those little touches he’d sneak in as he passed by you, those handsome smiles he’d give you as he ‘coincidentally’ passed by your room – it was impossible to not fall in love with him a bit more each day.

Yet you couldn’t be happier as each day passed.

You wanted to make this sweater for him. At least, that was what you could do.

“Is that for Kris?” She asked quietly, kneeling down beside you where you blushed a little before your eyes lifted to meet with hers shyly. “Y-Yeah…” You mumbled softly, causing her to grin as she patted your head, you were so diligent in making this that you actually lost nights of sleep just perfecting this – you wanted to give it to him by tonight before he left for a trip to another village where he would be dealing with some issues. You heard that the trip there would be very chilly and he would be gone for a few days or so. Not wanting to risk anything, you wanted him to be warm and maybe… maybe think of you while he was gone?

“I’m sure he’ll love it, dear…” She whispered, causing you to look down on the pure white sweater you knitted with a small letter K at the top right – would he really like it?

“I… I’m not sure, though…”

She couldn’t help but laugh at how nervous you were – why were you even nervous in the first place? Ma had already sensed that the Prince had feelings for you even way before he confessed, even way before the two of you had secretly gotten together – she, had already figured out. She noticed the little signs he gave; those moments where he’d specifically ask for you to clean his bedroom, those moments he’d ask about you and hurriedly skip to asking about the other maidens he didn’t care about – he was being a little too obvious to a woman who has a lot of experience in noticing young love.

“He’ll love it – it’s perfect.”

You sighed as your hands ended the hem of the sweater with a few knots before you pulled the sticks out, your hands patting the well-knitted sweater with a small frown, “I really hope he does…”

Ma reached for the sweater, putting it down on the floor before she assisted you up to follow her to the other side of the room. She made you kneel down with her in front of a chest – it was her special chest in which she kept some of her valuable items. “M-Ma…” You croaked out unsurely, eyes following her hands as she lifted the chest open only to pull out a white material that made your eyes go wide. She lifted it up in front of you beside her face where she showed you this full length white dress – it looked so beautiful… It had long sleeves along with a v-cut at the back, white lacing over the white material – it was a very plain yet elegant dress…

“Wear this tonight when you meet him by the garden. I want him to remember how beautiful you are while he is away.”

You gulped and shook your head, “M-Ma, I can’t. That’s your favorite dress…”

She sighed and made you hold onto the dress with a smile, how are you so considerate?

“I want you to wear it – I’m sure, and your parents are sure that you will look stunning in this. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Plus… Isn’t today your first month with Kris?”

You immediately gasped, using your other hand to plaster it over Ma’s lips with a shocked and worried expression, “Shh! What if people hear?” You were so frantic, it was so amusing to her as she held onto your hand whilst laughing, “We’re living at the lowest ground in the castle – what makes you think there are people listening to maids talk?”

You frowned and shrugged, “I don’t know…”

She snickered, patting your hand with another hushed sigh, “Wear this tonight and I hope, no, I know things will go well.”


You fiddled with the box you were holding on – what if he didn’t like it? What if he thought it was too corny? What if he thought that… it was something too… cheap for him? He was, after all, a prince. A prince who has the good life, the luxury and such but you do not have any of that. You couldn’t even afford a good piece of silk even if you tried. Wool was the best you could buy from the village (even with that, you risked sneaking out just to buy it). You remembered vaguely one night in his bedroom where he made you sleep in his arms in his bed, he had mentioned white was one of his favorite colors. Taking note of that quick, you had bought the right about of white wool just for his body size.

You sat down on the bench behind the trees – it was the regular place you’d meet Kris here every other night. You had your legs crossed – this dress was a bit shorter than the long skirts you’d usually wear. You had the box on your lap, still waiting for him to arrive that you had closed your eyes for a moment.

Him, on the other hand, had a bit of trouble trying to escape from his bedroom without much questions from his mother. As soon as he managed to lock his bedroom door, he snuck out from the window, climbing down from the side before he hurriedly used the stairs to reach the ground. He then continuously jogged all around the back to get to the other side where he could vaguely see your figure under the dim moonlight. He was slightly breathless, but he quickened his pace in walking nevertheless until…

Until he could finally see up close on how you looked like.

He was merely just ten steps away from you, opposite you but he couldn’t take any more steps when he was taken away by your looks.

You looked, stunning.

You were breathtakingly beautiful to his eyes as he stared at you.

The way you had your hair swept to one side as it was laid down on your shoulders, that gorgeous dress hugging your body nicely as you sat down comfortably, the way your eyes closed as if you were in a deep sleep but you were actually just waiting for him to arrive – it all made his heart beat faster as he came closer towards you. The moment you heard his last step towards you, which is right in front of you, your eyes opened carefully only to gasp when he was suddenly here – so close to you. You gasped and jerked backwards with your eyes wide open, a hand on your chest where you were shocked – he has got to stop doing this…

“K-Kris!” You half-whispered, half-shouted as you blinked at him.

He chuckled, sitting down beside you with a grin, “Sorry, mei li. But… you were just so pretty from afar that I wanted a closer look without disturbing you.”

You frowned and looked away with a quiet huff. He couldn’t help but snicker, reaching for your hand where he gave you a squeeze, “Don’t be mad… You’re prettier when you’re happy.”

You peeked to look at him – he was already grinning at you as he made you turn your body to face him.

His eyes looked up and down on you – as if he was scanning you from head to toe. You gulped and lightly poked his arm, “W-What are you looking at?”

He sighed, giving your hand another squeeze, “You look so beautiful…” He continued staring at you in awe, not wanting to look away from you as you shyly looked down. Your lips parted in a gasp when his fingers tilted your chin up, where your eyes met gazes with him, “Don’t look away from me – I want to see your eyes…”

You blinked at him slowly a few times, as if you were putting him in a trance just by looking at your beauty – he could go on staring at you forever. But he knew his time was limited, so he had to carry on what he wanted to do; what he intended to do for a while now.

“So, I-“ The two of you had mumbled the same words, causing a small eruption of laughter at the same time.

“You first.” Again, the same words came out from your lips.

You leaned away with a small smile, shaking your head as you used a hand to motion him to go first, “You first.”

He shook his head, “You first, mei li.”

You frowned at him, but went first nevertheless. Your hand holding to his had released, moving to the box where you gripped onto it tight, “I… I know you’re going to the village for a few issues so… I made this for you.” Your hands shyly moved forward, handing him the box where you looked away the moment he held it in his hands. He chuckled, eyes smiling at you as he held onto the box, “Why are you getting so nervous, mei li?”

You gulped, shrugging, “I don’t know…”

He patted your hand, “I’m sure I’ll love it.”

Your heart nearly stopped when his hands lifted up the cover of the box, revealing the perfectly knitted sweater that was fitted folded to fit the box. His hands placed the lid to the side, where his hands lifted up the sweater by the collar as his eyes grew wide from looking at it – he has never received a gift like this before…

Indeed he was a prince, and that he had the luxurious life but he has never received something that could radiate warmth and love in an instant – he has never received a gift that contained such sincerity before…

His eyes blinked at his as he lowered it down, feeling the material as his fingers brushed on the wool – he felt the tingles running up and down his spine.

You on the other hand, had no idea what’s going on in that mind of his that you mumbled out, “I… I know it isn’t much but, it was the best I could do. I didn’t have much to work with.”

His head turned to look at you – in disbelief. How could you think this wasn’t enough when this was more than enough?

“I know that it may be nothing to you but I hope that it can at least warm you up on your journey there. I heard from Tao that it’s going to be very chilly so maybe this could help. I’m sorry I couldn’t get a better gift-“

“I love it.”

“-but I… what?” You breathed out in the end, eyes growing wide as you stared at him. You cleared your throat, “You what?”

He smiled, eyes looking back at the sweater where his fingers brushed over the small letter ‘K’ you sowed at the top, “I love it…”

He carefully put the sweater into the box, closing it before he turned to face you. “I love it so much, mei li. Don’t ever think it’s not enough because it’s more than just enough. I’ll definitely wear it every night when I go to sleep, thinking about you and how you made it just for me. It’ll be like feeling your touch, your warmth when I’m away. Thank you so much.”

You gulped, heart skipping a beat from what he had said about the sweater you made. He loved it…

“R-Really?”

He grinned at you, a hand he had raised up to place it at the back of your head where he gave you a loving stroke, “Really.”

You couldn’t help but show this cute side of you where your feet shuffled excitedly on the ground, your hands fidgeting as you couldn’t contain the happiness in you. He snickered, catching your attention as you looked at him. This time, he gave a nod, as his free hand reached into his pocket after he whispered quietly, “Close your eyes, mei li.”

Your eyes fluttered shut on command as he told you to. You could feel him letting go of your hand but that was about it. It wasn’t even a minute when he had spoken.

“Open your eyes…” His voice echoed into your ears, making you open your eyes where you stared down at him - he was now kneeling down on the ground. His eyes seemed to have directed you to look down on your chest where this sparkling letter of your first name appeared. A necklace.

He had placed a necklace around your neck with your initial along with a letter ‘K’ linked to it with a heart.

Your lips parted as you reached for it with your fingers, blinking at it as if you were looking at something so foreign. It was so beautiful as it sparkled under the night sky. Your lips parted as you were taken away by this – it was a first for you to receive a necklace…

Your eyes flickered up to meet with his where he gave you a shy laugh, “U-Under such a short notice, I couldn’t get something else-“

“It’s so pretty…”

“-and I- oh?” He couldn’t help but sound surprised at your reaction – you were being so cute, too. Your eyes glancing at him as your eyes were looking at the necklace around your neck. “It’s so beautiful, Kris… I love it…” Your eyes looked away from the necklace this time, staring directly into his eyes where you whispered sincerely, “Thank you, Kris… It’s amazing…”

One of his hands reached up to hold onto yours, where he laced your fingers together, “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it.” You corrected him, causing him to laugh quietly, “Alright, alright.”

You laughed along with him, but you let the laughter die when he let it fade away into the quiet atmosphere. You stared into his eyes and noticed this pinch of hidden feelings behind it – there was something he was silently asking for. Your lips curled up into a smile, making his heart warm up just looking at you smile like this. How can someone be so obliviously beautiful?

“What…? Your voice was so hushed, so quiet as it soothed into his ears.

He got on his knees, his body raising up to loom over you.

“Can I…” His voice was soft but that was the only thing you could hear. His other hand reached up to cup your cheek warmly, just taking its rightful spot as he stroked your skin lovingly with his thumb – he would want to do this for a very, very long time, whenever he’d could. If he didn’t do it now, he’d regret it all the way during his trip.

“Can I just…” He stammered this time, licking his lips uncertainly as his eyes flickered down to your lips and then back up to your beautiful eyes. You could see that he gulped nervously as his hand holding onto yours had moved over to cup your other cheek – both of his hands holding your face delicately as his lips inched closer.

And that was when it happened when your eyes fluttered shut the moment his lips brushed against yours before he covered his lips with yours. You felt how gentle the kiss was, how sincere and how much love it contained as he was being so delicate. He could feel you kissing him back – it sparked up the dominancy in him as he kissed you a bit harder, loving that quiet wince you let out as your hands clutched onto his shoulders as he got up from his knees, moving to sit beside you with your lips in lock as his hands moved down to hold you by your waist as you two were so close to one another on the bench. He pulled you closer, trying to get a better angle at prolonging the kiss. It felt so blissful and he felt like there was this promise he had created with you as soon as your lips touched.

It was as if silently and quietly, this was a promise that he belonged to you only.

And you, him.

It never felt so right – and not a single doubt crossed his mind.

He parted his lips away from yours just a mere inch – breaking the kiss as his forehead leaned against yours with his breath hitting your skin as he inhaled and exhaled; you were doing the same, too. He saw how pink your lips were, how slightly red your cheeks became from that kiss – it made him smile as he whispered on your lips, “I’m definitely going to miss you when I’m gone…”

You couldn’t help but sigh, your hands moving over to hug him by his neck, “M-Me too…”

You could see how he blinked at you, how his hand at your waist moved up to frame your cheek tenderly, “Can I kiss you again?”

A grin played on your lips as you nodded your head, nuzzling your nose with his, “I don’t think you need to ask, Kris…”

He smirked, lips coming closer again, “I don’t think I’ll ask anymore.”

Pick Up the Pieces

She made her way into the reception, anxious and excited to see all of her old friends. It had been a while since she visited him, college keeping her busy. She wasn’t exactly sure who’d she see, secretly hoping to avoid her ex, Harry if he was here. Things didn’t end well and she knew she’d be weak the moment she saw him.

Harry sat at the table, playing on his phone when his friend elbowed him.
“Ow, what was that for?” Harry asked angrily.
“Isn’t that the girl you always cry over when you’re drunk?”

Harry’s head snapped and when he saw her, his stomach clenched. It was her. And she looked good. So good.

Her bright eyes gazed around, soon brightening up at the sight of the open bar. With the few friends she already talked to, they all asked about the breakup, which was still a sore subject. “A one Long Island, please.” She asked the bar tender, leaning against he stool.

Harry got up and made his way to the bar. He wasn’t going to talk to her, but he was going to give her to option. And if she didn’t, he would assume she’s happy and leave her alone. Let himself move on.

Barbara peered up, her face instantly turning white. He looked so good and hell did she miss him. “Harry..” She mumbled out, quickly looking back down.

“Hi…” He smiled gently at her. He loved her, but looking at her hurt. It hurt his heart to know she wasn’t his. He wanted her so badly, to hold her again.

“So, you’re here.” She said, quickly shaking her head at how stupid the statement was. “You, uh you look good.”

“Thanks.. You look beautiful.” He said quietly, looking her up and down. “How have you been?”

She blushed, taking a sip from her drink. “I’ve been okay, just working a lot and busy with classes.. You?”

“I’ve been working. Starting to work so I can take over dad’s company, you know.” He chuckled sadly. She had always encouraged him to work hard so that he could be successful, and now he was getting there. Only without him.

“Really? That’s great, you’d been amazing at it.” She smiled softly. “See, told you that it would happen.”

Harrys smile fell, remembering her telling him he would be able to do it the night before they had broken up.
“Yeah, you did.”

“I’m happy things are working out for you.” She added, grabbing her drink. “I-I should find my seat.”

“Yeah…” Harry whispered, gulping down his drink and setting it down a bit harshly, walking over to his seat. Once he was sat, he put his head in his hands, rubbing his temples. It didn’t even seem like she missed him.

Her seat was at a nearby table and she couldn’t help but stare over at Harry. It took everything in her not to run back to him, apologize and beg for a second chance. Soon though, a man sat next to her and began to flirt his ass off.

Harry looked up and saw a guy next to her, talking her ear off and touching her hand. It automatically made his blood boil. When they had been dating, Harry was always a bit possessive, as was she. She looked uncomfortable, so he got up and took the seat next to her free side.
“Hi darling, I got your drink.” He placed down his other drink, staring down at the man.

She attempted to pull her hand away and hint she wasn’t interested, but the guy wasn’t taking it. As soon as she heard Harry, she sighed gratefully. For a moment, it felt real again. “Oh, thanks love.”

“No problem.” He smiled at her, taking her hand.
“Who are you?” Harry smiled falsely and glared at the man, hating him for touching her.

“I’m Eric.” He replied, a smirk still on his face. “When you’re done with her, I’d like a turn.” He said before walking off.

“Fuck off mate, she isn’t a fùcking game. ” Harry growled. Then he realized his hand was still in hers. “Shit; sorry. I just um, I saw he was bothering you.”

She looked up, her gaze on their hands. “He was, so thank you. I hate weddings for the reason of people getting drunk and wanting to hook up.”

“Yeah… I’m not much into that. Haven’t really done anything since…” He trailed off. He hadn’t had the time or the heart to do anything with anyone else. He loved her too much. Loves her.

She nodded, pulling her hand back to her lap. She was so much reserved and quiet now that she wasn’t his. “Yeah, I haven’t been up to dating and the shit that comes along with it.”

“Yeah.” Harry clears his throat. “I’m just gonna, go back to my seat.” He smiles falsely, swallowing as he gets up to go back to his seat. It hurts, so much.

“Hey-” she mumbled, looking at him weakly. “M'sorry about everything, just wanted you to know that.”

His eyes started to water, so he nodded and walked quickly outside. He needed to get away. He couldn’t stand being near her and not having her as his.
His chest ached as he imagined her with him, this being their wedding. Or even worse, her wedding with someone else.

He leaned against the wall and took deep breaths, trying to calm down. He knew it would hurt to see her again, but he didn’t know it would hurt this much.

She got up to follow, but stopped herself. She thought she was stronger than this. Seeing Harry hurt killed her, especially since she knew it was her fault. “Haz-” she called out, finally stepping out to look for him.

Harry wiped his eyes quickly, but he knew she would know he had been crying. She could read him like a book.

“Yeah?” He said weakly, looking over at her.

“C'mon, I’m not worth crying over. I’m shit and you know that.” She whimpered, quickly moving towards him. “Please.. I’m sorry, but I had to do it.”

“You’re the furthest thing from shit there is. Don’t ever say that. I wouldn’t be crying if you were.” Harry said fiercely. He hated when she talked down on herself.
“I know you had to. I know, and I’m glad you did something for yourself. But I just can’t stop thinking about why I wasn’t enough.”

“You were more than enough!” She yelled, her voice still low for only them to hear. “I didn’t do this for myself, but for you.. I was moving and long distance is too hard. Plus, we’ve always dated each other. What if I’m not your girl?”

“You’ve always been my girl! You broke my damn heart when you left me, how can you say it was for me? I told you I wanted to work through it, I said I would. You were my fùcking world, but I let you go so you could be happy.” He screams, wiping the tears that started to flow.

She clenched her jaw, hands moving to wipe her tears away. She couldn’t give in, she was doing this for him. “I’m not happy, I’m in fucking pieces and hate myself for what I did.. But you have to understand its best for you.”

“Best for me? Then why am I so fucking miserable? Why can’t I go in my bed without reaching for you and then my chest hurting because you’re not there? I would rather miss you every day and still call you mine than not have your at all. Why can’t you understand that?” He said loudly, but volume decreasing to a whisper at the end of his rant.

She stepped back, attempting to hide her own tears; she hated crying. “Because I feel guilty. It’s my fault we’d be apart and I wanted you to move on. Harry I loved you, fuck I still love you, but I need you to let go of me.”

“I’ve tried!” He yells, his breath heaving. “I was going to, I was trying and then I see you again and it all comes crashing down. I can’t move on. I’m still so in love with you it hurts. It hurts to look at you but I can’t stop.”

She shook her head, her breathing quickening. “And this, you think this is easy for me? Knowing I’m the reason we’re not happy? God if it was easy I’d be with you, I’d never leave your side.”

“Then why don’t you come back to me? I’d take you back without a question. I just want you to be mine again.” Harry said softly, walking closer to her.

“I’m five hours away, and I’m not good enough.. I can name twenty girls that are way better than I’d ever be for you.” She sighed.

“I don’t WANT them. I want you. You’re good enough for me, too good for me. I can see you on weekends, I can figure something out. I just can’t be away from you any longer.”

She peered at him, tears streaming down her face. “I messed up, so fucking badly, and you’re willing to forgive me?”

Harry walked over and placed his hands on her cheeks, wiping them gently. “Of course. If it means having you again, god I would do anything.”

She stared at Harry for a moment before leaning up to kiss him, her lips shy and slow. “Never let me go again, please.”

Harry’s heart felt like it was warm again, and he froze before he took her into his arms, kissing her passionately.
“Never, ever.” He breathes between kisses.

Her hands moved to curl against his shirt, lips moving eagerly and with the same passion. She loved him more than anything and would never let him go again.

The Sun Came Out- chapter 1

Daryl found himself watching more of her than the movie, especially when about a quarter of the way through she handed him a large pillow and they laid down on their backs side by side like they always did, Beth inching unconsciously closer as the movie grew more and more intense. Normally he hated being this close to other people but after months of Friday night movie nights he’d grown used to having Beth nearby, the blue glow of the TV making her hair look white and her face so easy to read that he actually found it more entertaining to watch her rather than the movie.

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