They say not to bring home girls with hollow backs, boys with wings under their skin. But this is neither of our homes, and somehow I think that protects us both. On his land, I don’t think he would dare to touch me.
When the night began to grey I heard the first peals of the bell and then the cawing of the crows. I curled my face in to his shoulder and breathed him in, almost surprised at how solid and present he still was. Wood smoke pine maple sweat sweet sky wine and something animal and alive. He didn’t smell like he’d be gone in a few hours, but fairy gold never does for all that it’s made in their image. Though perhaps made in mine too, being gone just as soon, and his sort always did love shiny things. For a moment, his face winks out in to the darkness, but when I look back up from his shoulder it is there again, gently blowing smoke in his sleep.
With the next ringing the crows again threatened to drag the sky in to daylight but darkness still held our corner of the room. Light enough though that for a moment I was scared to turn around, that though I could newly see, I would not find him laying against my back where I’d remembered him, or that he would be wearing a different skin. A deep inhale behind me, an exhale through the nose that blows cool air between my shoulder blades, where he had asked me to press against on his own back a few hours before (“a thumb, or your chin”), a curious feeling of wings under skin when I did so. I had rested my face there, wrapped my arm around and nearly scorched my fingers when they rested above his heart. I find myself surprised at the lack of fire on his breath now, though his chest still heats the bed on its own. When I wake in a few hours the muscles between my own shoulder blades will be unusually tight, but for now I let the steady puffs of air pull me back to sleep. I do not turn to look.
He was up before the third chime, and suddenly – no more space between us, no careful blanket distance or borderlands. He wrapped around me less like a man than a large cat, a dragon curled round its hoard. There was the sense beyond what I could touch, of too much body and too many limbs, collapsing in to materialization upon contact, a flock a birds landing on me relentlessly one after another, shockingly heavy in their multitude. And then as quick, untangled and up, putting on boots heavier than they should need to be and gathering bits of himself from around the room.
As he opened the front door, I heard the ring of the third bells, but now, no crows cawing. They wait. When the door closed behind him, a sunbeam filled the space he left, illuminating the yellow stairs with his afterimage, the radiance of transformation.
From outside, I heard something like a purr, footsteps rumbling and rolling, and a great rustling, as though a tree had unfurled all its leaves at once with the snap of a lady’s fan, as though they had browned and dropped crackling against each other in the next breath, as though a great many wings were headed skyward and south, away from the still-warm bed and me in it.
They say not to go home with girls with hollow backs, boys with wings under their skin. I wonder if a kiss can be somewhat like a bite of food, a taste of something irrevocable, a contract signed on contact. I wouldn’t know. We don’t kiss. Just hold each other or more often a careful space between. We chart a different elsewhere in this no mans land between bodies. Although somewhere the sap boils in to syrup and perhaps there will come a time when the crows demand their gold paid in truths…here, now, this, is enough.
With the third set of bells he was gone, and a little later so too was I.
Norman slammed the
trunk of the car before looking around the Bates Motel parking lot. It was
empty. Nothing but leaves scooting along the empty gravel space. His eyes
shifted towards the office where he spent so many hours of the past five years
of his life. Going through the mail, typing up the motel newsletter, making
coffee every morning and all his manager duties. The many times he stood behind
that counter and greeted his guests with a smile as they signed the guest book.
How it felt to hand over that room key. He was somebody. This motel made him
someone. From student to employee, to manager and to owner. This motel has seen
it’s days long before the Bates moved in but, it saw it’s best days these past
few years. They made this place into a home. Mother made this place a home and
together they built this little paradise. The motel helped them just as much as
they helped it.
Norman reached up to place his hand on his chest where his Manager pin use to
sit. He would always trace the letters with his finger and feel so proud of
himself. He remembered his first day. Norman Bates was so excited he wanted to
make such a great impression. He had a sense of real responsibility. He wasn’t
sure how many different blazer combos he went through. He had to look the part
right? It was representing this motel and his mother. When he didn’t feel the
pin there he felt this sort of emptiness fill his chest. His eyes skimmed down
the line of room. Each one held it’s own story. Each one had a customer that
Norman would never forget. Gunner and his band of stoners, the spooky man in Room 9, the lovely family who had the puppies, Annika Johnson, Alex Romero,
Marion… He could go on. They were gone and they wouldn’t think of this place
The sun was slowly making its way down the sky threatening to disappear at any
moment. Norman could hear the soft song of birds as he walked across the
driveway. Entering the office he looked around a few times. The smell of coffee
and freshly sharpened pencils lingered. It was nice. His hand moved along the
front desk and over the guest book that hadn’t been touched in many weeks. He
remembered the last person to sign it and she would always have a spot in his
brain. Moving his way into the back office he let out a heavy sigh. He remembered
when this place was filled with boxes upon boxes of dusty old files and old
photos and newspaper articles. Norman had completely gone through all of them
and turned those dusty boxes into a few simple little files. That contained the
history of this place along with those old photos that new sat in the filing
Turning his head he smirked a little when he saw that old picture on the wall.
The peep hole behind it had been filled in and now it was just a regular old
picture. He dropped his head as visions of what he’s seen on the other side of
that wall popped into his mind. He got that chill as he flipped off the light
and made his way back to the front office. Reaching out he hit that switch and
the Bates Motel light flickered on. The low hum of it’s lights was all he could
hear as he stepped out into that still evening air. A deep breath left his
lungs as he watched the sign bring life to this place once more. Closing his
eyes he could still hear the sounds of his guests. Cars pulling in and out of
the drive. Dylan sitting over there in that empty chair enjoying an evening
beer. The sounds of children laughing and the TV’s turning on just loud enough
he could slightly hear it from his post behind the desk.
“It’s such a nice place you have here.”
“We’ve been driving for hours so glad we found you.”
“You’re really cleaning this place up kid.”
“Our stay was wonderful.”
“I’m going to give you a good review on Yelp!”
“Thank you Norman Bates.”
It all made him smile till he opened his eyes and it was just him. Norman made
his way up towards the long set of steps that reached all the way up to that
damn old house on the hill. The windows lit up looking alive as he climbed
those steps. God how many times did he run up these stairs? If these damn steps
could talk. The time him and Dylan had to carry Mother’s mattress all the down
to the dumpster. He stopped and looked at the faint stain where Shelby bled out
all over the place. That time Dylan slipped on the frost and nearly broke his
neck. That time Norman gave Emma a piggyback ride all the way up because she
was having a bad day with her breathing. The fights that went on, on these
stairs. The hugs that happened. The stories that were told. How many times he
sat there on that step and just had his Norman thinking time.
“She can’t do this! She can’t leave me!”
“Norman let her go!”
Climbing that last step as he crossed the porch he reached out and opened that
front door. The moment he closed it he was met with complete silence. This
house has never been that quiet. There was this twist in his stomach and he had
to take a moment to get a grip. Norman looked to his left into the living room.
That old fireplace and that couch where he spent many evenings watching TV or
reading or doing his homework. Norman stepped further into the room and his
hand moved along the back of the couch. Feeling the material against his skin
he gave a small smile. The room was dim except for a small light on the side
table in the corner. The walls that were filled with photos were now taken
down. Removed. Norman looked at that piano sitting in the corner and for a
split second he thought he could hear it play.
His heart skipped a beat as he remembered that time Mother forced him to sing
Mr. Sandman with her. Their many duets and he couldn’t count how many times he
sat there with her as she played. Trying to teach him here and there but he
could only manage to get Twinkle Twinkle Little Star just right. She was the
piano player in this family. Reaching out he debated hitting a key and decided
against it. The last sound that piano would make was the last song Mother ever
played. Instead he moved his hand to the left and turned the light off. Norman
walked down the short hall into the kitchen.
Dishes use to stack high in the sink and on the table. Piles of old newspaper
stacked on one of the chairs. The counter wasn’t cleaned. The stove was a mess
with pots and pans littered all over it. The fridge was empty and the floor
hadn’t been swept. Norman let this place go and he was ashamed of that. That’s
why he took it upon himself this morning to clean every inch of this kitchen.
Just how she wanted it. Just how she left it. He could hear the sizzle of the
frying pan and the smell of pot roast in the oven. The table was set and decorated
with fresh flowers. He could hear that hum as Mother moved along the room. This
was her work space. This was her happy place. It made Norman smile before he
turned to head down into the basement.
The basement flooded with light with that flip of the switch. Norman’s steps
echoed as he climbed down those old wood steps. Looking around the place was
pretty dusty but Norman didn’t touch too much down here. Just his work space
and new repaired furnace on those chilled evenings and the freezer. Looking
over his work station everything was cleaned up. A faint dust rested upon the
table’s surface where his taxidermy equipment use to sit. Boxes of old junk
filled the shelves and after all these years Norman never touched any of it.
Opening the freezer it was now warm as it had been shutoff. None of the
freezers worked anymore and there was still that old yellow caution taped
strung here and there. That sickening crime scene tape that only made his
stomach burn. There was still some of his creations hiding down here. They
would be left behind.
Just as Norman was about to leave he stopped seeing a dusty book just under the
step. Curious he reached down and pulled it from it’s hiding spot. Blowing the
dust off the cover it was that old taxidermy book Mother had gotten him years
ago. He wondered where it had gone. He felt his heart swell as he exited the
basement and turned the lights off one last time before shutting the door. He
walked past the laundry room that was all cleaned out. Passing the kitchen he set
the book down on the table before going upstairs. He was met with the memories
of all those fights they had. The stomping of steps met his ears and the
shouting echoed around the house.
“I don’t trust you anymore and that changes everything!”
“Stop it Norman.”
“The game was we were devoted to each other. That no one could ever come
between us. We loved each other more than anyone could love another
Norman could hear it all. The crying and the slam of the door. These doors
slammed a lot in this house. The stomping of steps and the anger that would
fill the upstairs. Norman was met with his bedroom door wide open. Standing in
the doorway he skimmed as everything looked to be in place. Bed was made. The
desk was cleaned off. The bookcase was empty. He could still hear the pitter-patter of Juno’s paws as she ran through the house. How many times was Norman
confined to that bed? After one of his blackouts or being sick or after being
stuck in a box for a few days. The room still faintly smelled like books and
laundry cleaner. Norman looked at the door connecting the two bedrooms. This
door still didn’t shut or lock right ever since he broke it that one day.
Despite the upstairs having so many horrible moments it had it’s good. Norman
turned off the light and shut the door. Walking by the bathroom that smelled of
bleach he went to Dylan’s old room. It was kinda how Dylan left it except
Norman did go in and straighten things up. Few things on the walls. Mainly
pictures of cars and hunting photos and girls. Random football and gun
magazines on the floor. He left behind a couple shirts and a hat or two. Norman
gathered up the left behind trash and tossed it into the bin near the door. It
had that Dylan musk mixed with dust lingering in the air. Dylan…
“I’m a man now not her little boy and I wanna be a good man. I trust your
judgment if you think this is the right thing to do. You’re my brother, you
know? I wanna be there for you. We’re a family and we love each other we’ll
work through it.”
“Get her back, Dylan! Get her back!”
“Calm down! You have to!! She’s coming back!”
“She’s not gonna come back! She hates me! She hates me Dylan and it’s all
“Please, Norman.. Everything I’ve built with Mom, it’ll, it’ll all be
“You wouldn’t actually hurt anybody though, would you Norman?”
Norman stood in the doorway of Mother’s room. The last room in the house he
wanted to be. The light near the window was on and there was this welcoming
glow to it. Hands in his pockets he stepped further into the room. This warm
air wrapped around him and he could smell her perfume. Norman closed his eyes
and got lost for a moment. He could feel her. Her arms wrapped around him so
tightly. Pulling him in for a hug as she kissed his cheek. He could feel her
warm embrace as she ran her hand through his hair. That smile on her face. A
smile that was burned into his mind. That bright beautiful smile of a woman who
was finally happy and finally at peace with the craziness around her. A woman
who overcome everything life thrown her way. She was a warrior and she was his
“I love you, Norman.”
“I love you too, Mother.”
“You mean more to me than anyone in the world.”
The voices echoed in his head she was still there. Smiling brightly at him as
she took his hands and gave them a firm squeeze. There was this bubble building
up in his chest. This emotion was building and it was making it’s way into his
throat. “Hey..” Her voice was soft and comforting. “You’re a good
boy, Norman.” She bit her lip and thought for a second. Norman’s misty
eyes were focused on her as she spoke so softly. “You’re everything.
Everything to me Norman.” She leaned in and pressed another kiss to his
cheek. “There’s a cord between our hearts.” Those memories of that
night on the lake came flooding back to him at her words. He couldn’t form any
of his own at the moment as tears fought to fall from his baby blue eyes. He
suddenly didn’t want to let go. He couldn’t let go. He couldn’t let go of her.
That familiar pull and power she had over him all these years was slowly
creeping back into him. His hands grasped hers tightly and she gave him a sad
smile. “It will be okay. Got it? YOU can do THIS.” Norman softly
nodded his head and she pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth as she
playfully added. “Now get the hell outta here.”
Norman’s eyes flew open and frantically looked for her. The bed, the closet,
near the window, behind him. She wasn’t there. His hands shook as he brought
them up to his face. Taking a moment to collect himself. That warm embrace he
had felt was gone. The smell of her perfume was no longer in the air. It just a
still room that held so many memories that were now put to rest. Forcing
himself he crossed the room and turned the light off. He took a second to brush
his hand over freshly washed bedspread. The silence in the room was making his
ears hurt. Looking over towards the closet where all her dress use to be.. You
can do this Norman. With that Norman walked out of the room and shut the door
Making his way quickly down the stairs he dropped by the kitchen again.
Reaching out and collecting the book he had set there. One last look around he
gave a firm nod. As he headed for the front door he stopped suddenly. There it
was. He could hear that old record player turn on as Bobby Darin faintly filled
the house. There it was again. That pull. That desire to stay with her. His
hand grasped the door handle and he got his grip again and walked out of that
old house on the hill. Locking it up behind him he could still hear that old
tune as he climbed down the stairs. The sun was nearly down casting the sky in
this pinkish orange. He looked out at that parking lot, the Bates Motel sign
lit high above. The For Sale sign stuck just below the No Vacancy sign. He
would never see this again.
His heart pounded so hard in his chest as he made his way towards the car.
Tossing the book in through the window.
“We came here to start over, I am starting over.”
“We’ve been through a lot and this is our chance to start over.”
Norman Bates looked up at that old house that had been his home as well as his
prison for the past years. Piling in this damn car with whatever it could hold
and moving to White Pine Bay was an adventure. A town full of weirdos who at
first didn’t welcome the Mother and Son but then found them worthy to be apart
of their community. Moving here and running this motel was a fight for
survival, a fight for acceptance and a fight to succeed. Behind all this
fighting was just a family trying to find their place in the world. Trying to
start over and along the way only grew strong and bigger. Many had doubted them
and they hit a lot of roadblocks. This wasn’t your average family. Just a
confused, loving boy and his Mother trying to make a life for themselves. Sure
this rundown motel and that old house might have seen it’s share of tears and
blood and bodies but also laughter and undying love. This old house. This old
motel. Was just a spot on the road but it was a dream. It was her dream.
“We own a motel, Norman Bates!”
A few tears fell from Norman’s eyes but he quickly brushed them away. Suddenly
he couldn’t hear that old record player anymore. No longer could he feel the
soul that had been dancing her heart away in that old house. For the first time
in his life he was alone. Truly alone. Mother was gone. Giving the Bates Motel
sign one last smile Norman climbed into his car and pulled out of that drive
way, never looking back.
Warnings: Mentions of blood/death, angst, fluff & smut
Word count: 6,503
A/N: Hello again! I’m back with another fanfic for you! This is the first part out of two; it’s in first person, your name is Hana, and everything italicized is a memory. Please let me know what you think!
Everything was gray, or at
least, everything appeared darker than it should have been. Somehow, even the
brightest of colors came off mute and dissatisfied, and the darkest colors only
seemed to get darker. Everything was just…gray.
I couldn’t remember the last time I
saw something for what it really was, or saw the world as something beautiful.
I’d lived too long to appreciate anything for what it was. Until I saw you.
Only you could make me see the light in this dark world. Only you could breathe
life back into the helplessness I’d become. As pathetic as it sounds, I’d only
come to live for you. But it’d been too long since I was able to see you,
meaning, life could only drone on at a monotonous pace, growing duller the
longer you slipped through my fingertips. I was empty, completely and utterly
empty without you.
Okay, so what if, while Shirō had to work, instead of taking care of Shura he would leave her at Yuri’s place (what is it, an apothecary? A studio?) and Yuri took good of care of Shura like a mother.
As the days go on, however, Shura can’t help but notice that Yuri seems to be getting… bigger. She doesn’t question it, but for about a year this goes on. Then one day, she’s totally flat. Shura starts yelling to get Yuri’s attention-
“Hey, MS YURI. What happened to your stomach?”
“Ssssh, please be quiet, Shura.”
“I asked you a question!”
“Shura, please be quiet my babies are sleeping.”
The whole pregnancy spiel sex talk whatever moment later and Yuri offers to let Shura see her sleeping children. Yuri opens the door and Shura sees a pair of wooden cribs. Yuri carries Shura inside, over the cribs to look in each one.
“The one with the blue flames is Rin,” Yuri says, then carries Shura over to the next crib. “And the fair skinned one is Yukio. He has my moles.”
The second Shura goes home, she’s ecstatic to tell Shirō about the twins! But she didn’t know any better that Shirō wasn’t supposed to know and that’s how the twins got found out in the first place?
Now, Shura had always been jealous of the twins. They had a proper mother and a good place to sleep and food, while Shura had been raised by Hachirotaro until a certain age. So when she sees that Shirō has adopted the twins, she gets hurt. But for some odd reason she cannot, for the life of her, remember why Rin was so special.
She feels some kind of jealousy when Shirō asks Shura to teach Rin how to use a demon slaying blade. What was it about these twins that made them have it easy? Why did she get thrown in the trash bin?
Why did Shirō care about them and not her?
And soon she realizes why, when Amaimon shoots a blazing ball of blue fire out of the sky and threatens to kill him. When Rin screams that ‘ONE DAY IM GONNA BE THE PALADIN!’
Shura oddly enough believed that the impossible could be done. She’s seen these twins do it before. So… she takes them under her wing like an older sister/mother. Because now she understands why Yuri and Shirō gave their lives to protect these twins. And she’d be damned if she wasn’t the next to go for them.
Cammino ancora per queste strade cittadine come camminavo sui monti, guardando ed imparando, cercando i terribili drammi della vita tra anime senza occhi e corpi senza anime. Aspetto ancora che i semafori fioriscano ad aprile ed osservo i grattacieli per capire, da come si piegano, da che parte soffia il vento. Faccio ai grandi caseggiati le stesse domande che facevo ai prati in fiore, ma loro non hanno mai visto un tramonto e vivono di silenzi e di vite in cui i sogni non hanno colori. Dopo la pioggia cerco nell'aria l’odore di erba bagnata e nelle pozzanghere il sorriso delle nuvole. In metrò se trovo qualcuno che sorride o se due innamorati si baciano prendo nota della fermata a cui scendono e il giorno dopo come un bracconiere dilettante mi nascondo dietro ai grigi pilastri per incontrarli di nuovo. Guardo ancora gli aerei nel cielo come se fossero aquile incapaci di seguire il vento e salire in cerchio verso il sole. Porto ancora i crisantemi alle banche perché penso sia giusto mostrare pietà per le tombe dei sentimenti. Regalo sempre qualche palla di vetro o un gessetto colorato ai ricchi che incontro perché hanno bisogno di tutto quello che possa farli diventare bambini per tornare ad essere per l’ultima volta felici. Osservo sempre questa città senza farfalle e libellule con paura e diffidenza, e perdo il mio tempo cercando capperi ed asparagi selvatici, nella sterilità dei parcheggi. Osservo stupito ed offeso come la ricca città punta minacciosa contro il cielo le sue dita di vetro e cemento cercando di rubarlo. Di questo non so darmi pace perché ancora per me la felicità dipende da quanto azzurro vedo alzando gli occhi. Confesso che questo comportamento associale nasce dalla mia infanzia felice, passata sui monti ad ascoltarli respirare, e raccogliere tra ghiande e leggende le voci delle felci e dei castagni destinato a diventare mio malgrado, l’unico savio, in mondo di folli.
I still walk through these city streets as I walked on the mountains, looking and learning, looking for the terrible drama of life between blind souls and soulless bodies. I still look to the traffic lights bloom in April and I look at the skyscrapers to understand, how they bend, whence the wind blows. I do to the blocks the same big questions as I do to the meadows in bloom, but they have never seen a sunset and live silences with lives where dreams have no colors. After the rain I search in the air the smell of wet grass and in the puddles the smile of the clouds. In the underground if I find someone who smiles, or if two lovers kiss, I notice the stop at which they descend and the next day as an amateur poacher, I hide behind the gray pillars to meet them again. I still look at planes in the sky as if they were eagles unable to follow the wind and climb in the circle toward the sun. I still carry chrysanthemums to banks because I think it is right to show mercy for the tombs of feelings. Always I give some glass ball or a colorful chalk to the rich people I meet because they need everything you can give them to become kids and than to be happy for the last time. I always look at this city without butterflies and dragonflies with fear and distrust, and I lose my time looking for capers and wild asparagus in the sterility of the parking lots. I am astonished and offended how the rich city threatens against the sky its glass and cement fingers trying to steal it. I don’t like this because happiness for me still depends on how much blue I see by raising my eyes. I confess that my asocial behavior is born from my happy childhood, past on the mountains to listen them breathing, and gather between the acorns and the legends the voices of ferns and chestnuts, destined to become the only wise in this world of fools
There were many possibilities of taking a walk that day, but this
threatening sky showed itself not until evening. Within a few hours, the
storm blew every single dark cloud away and enabled the view on a clear
Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.
Author’s Notes: Christmas <3. It’s so fluffy! I proofed/edited this without my glasses because I don’t want to get out of bed to find them (just in case I missed something weird, ha!) Tags are at the bottom!
I love your comments, messages, asks, likes, reblogs – all of it. <3
“Buck?” I asked sleepily as I reached for his side of the
bed. My hands came up empty and I slowly opened my eyes to find him. He was
standing by the window with his back turned to me. His shoulders seemed tense –
I could tell something was bothering him. I grabbed a blanket off the bed and
held it to me as I crept up behind him. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him
behind his ear. He seemed to visibly relax at the contact, and turned to face
me. “Good Morning,” I said shyly as I smiled at him.
“Good Morning. I’m sorry – I couldn’t sleep so I went down
and got us some breakfast and then I just sort of ended up here,” he shrugged
with a sad smile.
“Is everything okay?” I was worried – whatever was bothering
him had happened since I had fallen asleep last night.
“I’m fine doll – I promise. Guess what?” he asked with a
grin. He was always good at deflecting conversations when he didn’t want to
talk about himself.
“Merry Christmas.” He bent down to kiss me and wrapped his
arms around my waist.
“Merry Christmas.” I smiled at him as he looked at me
“Since one of my presents is already unwrapped I think I’d
like it now,” he said with a laugh as he swept me off my feet and carried me
back to the bed. He laid me gently on the bed and laid down beside me. He
kissed me sweetly – the fierceness that
he had earlier was gone. He broke away from the kiss to look at me. “Have you
changed your mind?” he asked quietly.
“About what?” I wasn’t following his behavior this morning.
He seemed to be completely opposite of what he was like last night.
“Do you still love me?” his voice cracked as he asked.
I paused for a moment. I wasn’t sure why he would think I
would say something and take it back in the span of a few hours. I sat up a
little and looked down at him as I tried to decipher where his sudden change in
mood had originated from. “Yes – of course I do. I wouldn’t say something like
that if I didn’t mean it, Buck. It’s all I could think about while you were
away,” I whispered.
I was hoping my reassurance would lift his mood, but he
returned my answer with a soft sad smile. “Can I give you your Christmas
present?” he asked quietly.
“But yours is back at the compound,” I protested.
He put his hand up to stop me from continuing. “This is
something that I just want to do when we are alone, doll. You can give me my
present later. I have been thinking about this for weeks – and I just want it
to be between us,” he said seriously.
I chuckled nervously. “What did you do… steal a baby for me
or?” I asked. This did merit a small chuckle and shake of his head. He got up
off the bed and crossed the room. After rifling through one of his bags he
returned with a small box in his hand. He sat on the bed and fumbled with it
nervously. It seemed as if he was suddenly uncomfortable with the thought of
handing me the box. He kept looking everywhere in the room except for at me. “Buck…”
“I never talk much about my family. It seems like that was
another lifetime ago… I guess because it was. Being ripped away from them the
way I was and then finally waking up one day with my memories coming back to me
in bits and pieces…. It was like losing them twice. Have I ever told you about
my younger sister?” he asked as he finally turned to me.
“You’ve mentioned her a few times…” I answered softly.
“When Steve helped me get away from HYDRA I found out she was
still alive so I tracked her down. She was in a nursing home that catered to
patients suffering from dementia,” he scoffed and paused. “There were a few
moments where she would remember me. She’d look at me and I’d know that she
knew who I was. A few months after I found her she passed. When I went to the
facility where she had lived to take care of everything they said she had told
them to give me this box.” He paused and looked at it sadly. “You see… the day
before she passed she had a moment of perfect clarity and she knew who I was
and remembered enough of our talks during my visits to write me a letter. When
she was done she tucked it in this box and handed it to her nurse and told her
to make sure I got it. She went to bed and died sometime during that night.” He
smiled sadly as he opened the box. He fished out a folded piece of paper and
handed it to me. I unfolded it gently and began to read it.
I know you worry about me, but you
shouldn’t. I’ve lived a long life and a happy one. So when I’m gone – don’t dwell on what
you wish had happened for me. I want you to let go of the past. You can’t change it
and you shouldn’t punish yourself for it. Don’t waste your
life chasing ghosts. You deserve to be happy. Please be happy.
someone that loves you and don’t let go. When you find them know that you deserve
every minute of it. I wanted to give you mom’s ring. I’ve worn it every day
can remember. My hope is you will find someone special to wear it.
present. Be loved. Remember who you are.
I looked up from the letter to see Bucky holding the ring. I
couldn’t formulate a sentence let alone a thought. “I’m not asking you to marry
me…. I’m not saying this is one of those ridiculous promise rings that Steve
will not stop talking about…. I just knew last night… after you said you loved
me…. that you’re the person I want to have this. I want you to wear it… I mean
if that’s okay with you… When Rebecca gave me this I never thought… but somehow
she knew before I did that you would show up one day…” he trailed off and
looked at me hopelessly.
I had tears spilling over my lashes. “Of course I want to
wear it!” I sputtered as I threw my arms around his neck. He chuckled softly
and slid it onto my ring finger on my right hand. It was a perfect fit. He
smiled at me and kissed my forehead.
“Now you see why I didn’t want to do this in front of Stark
and the others,” he chuckled sheepishly. “I want you to have it as a reminder
of me when I’m not here…” he added softly. I pulled him closer to me on the bed
and snuggled myself next to him.
“Hopefully you won’t be gone as often – so I can just wear
it because I love you,” I added softly.
He sighed and replied, “Hopefully. We should sleep a little
more – it’s really early and I’m sure Stark has a full night of events lined
out for us.”
“Mhm…” I responded groggily as I began to drift off to
Maybe I dreamt it but I thought I heard him whisper, “Merry
Christmas, doll. If I’m lucky maybe one day this ring will be more than just a
I woke up to Bucky shaking me gently. “Doll – we should
probably get back to the compound,” he said softly. I blinked at him sleepily
as I tried to wake up. Suddenly I realized I had nothing to wear but the red
dress that laid crumpled on the floor.
“I don’t have anything to wear,” I complained as I turned
over to try to sleep more.
“I have a pair of sweats and you can wear one of my extra
hoodies,” Bucky added as he rolled me back towards him to keep me from falling
“Fine,” I sighed grumpily. He smiled at me triumphantly as I
managed to slowly get up from the bed and put on the clothes he handed me.
It was a cold December morning and the sky threatened snow
as we hopped into a taxi to head back to the compound. I nervously twisted
Bucky’s ring on my finger as we sat in silence. The feeling of the ring felt
like some type of promise – a promise that he would always come back to me. The
feeling was amazing – my heart began to race and my palms started to sweat.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked quietly – the sound of his voice caused
me to jump. I looked at him sheepishly as he raised his eyebrows in amusement.
“I… um… I was thinking about you,” I responded shyly as I
stared at my palms.
“What about me?” I could hear a hint of amusement in his
voice – he always liked catching me off guard.
“Oh…” he sounded a little unsure of himself suddenly.
“I was just thinking about how this has been the best
Christmas I have ever had,” I added sweetly as I peeked up at him through my
lashes. His face erupted into one of his rare smiles – the kind that crinkled
the corners of his eyes.
“Can I tell you a secret, doll?” he asked.
“This has been the best Christmas I have ever had too,” he
said as he put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. “I love you,”
he sighed before kissing me again.
“I love you too,” I whispered back and grabbed his hand and
held it in mine.
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Someone asked the other day my favorite Bellarke fanfics and it’s the end of the year and I thought I would be a great idea to make a mastepost with MY favorite fanfics! So, here I am now! I will make it in categories to be easier for you.
Please remember that most of them are from AO3 and FF. Also, I’m more into the action-adventure theme fics so you won’t find a lot of only-fluffy fics here… But I have some! And the order I put them it doesn’t matter. I love all of them the same!
All the fanfics are after the cut.
Ps. Sorry for any mistake… If you have any problems with the links, let me know and I will help you :)
With a smile you picked up the intricate paper plan that
only Raphael would have thrown into your window. When you opened it you found
the usual invitation to sneak into Hotel Dumort later that evening.
Once you’d completed your mission you headed out to the
Hotel, your heart beating hard in your chest as you thought about seeing
Raphael again. You made your way through the hotel to the usual meeting place
only to find it pitch black.
“You know I always wondered what Raphael saw in the little warriors
he collected… but I suppose I can see your charm.” The cold icy voice of
Before you could do anything you were being gripped by the
neck, the vampire laughing as you slowly slipped into unconsciousness.
Lie your body next to mine, let us dream of waking next to each other until we finally do morning light stirring our bodies together; you are the sugar melting into my coffee cup drawing out the bitter tastes leaving a sweetness on my lips that marks trails from your neck to your hip bones while they are pointed toward the starless night sky that threatens us that we can only answer in long languid moans and in waning crescent bite marks scattered across blank canvas skin
The night was full of sadness and bad omens. Clouds had gathered in the night sky, threatening to pour rain down on Hithlum. The moon had disappeared behind the clouds, and only a few stars were visible. Their light was cold and weak, as if someone had tired to erase that light. A cold wind was blowing, forcing the long branches of the tall trees to quiver.
Huor had lit a torch and he looked sadly around him. There was nothing to see except the trees and the path that led to the inhabited area of Dor-lomin. He shivered due to the cold of the night and he started walking, wanting to shut himself in the comfort and warmth of his house. But, that moment, he thought that he heard a strange sound coming from behind. He turned around and he tried to pierce the darkness with his eyes. “Who is there?” he shouted.
((A/N: I’m not even SORRY for Hospital Beds, but I am making up for it with today’s challenge. Decided to go with humor and fluff because it seemed the most natural for this. And because nothing says humor like Garth, I’m bringing my favorite side character back into business. Continuing with the one-week challenge by @deanxkatherine-af and initially tagged by @aprofoundbondwithdean!
Prompt: “We Met In A Dating App”
Word Count: 2000
Warnings: Allusion to sex. Language. Fluff. ))
“Garth’s a good dude, Y/N. Helped me out back when Sam was getting married to Becky.” Dean smiled widely at the younger brother in the front seat of the Impala. Sam rolled his eyes. He’d tried very hard to forget that, so of course Dean wasn’t going to let it go. In fact, when you’d joined up with them about six months ago it was one of the first stories you heard. Mostly because Dean was trying to win you over. Also because it was funny.
“Are you always going to mention that?” Dean considered this as Sam looked over.
Danielle didn’t know much about religion. Vlad hadn’t really taught her much about that. Instead, he’d taught her how to speak, to read and type, and use a computer, and then given her books on NASA so she could get on Danny’s good side.
But she knew how to Google. And one of the first things she looked up was ghosts. And then ghost hunters. And then exorcisms.
And that was how she was first exposed to religion.
Painting my nails the appropriate colors while relaxing w/ mrg uy girlfriend
Lighting candles around our apartment so that when we and our cat walk around them they will bring us good luck
Brought our plant baby inside, since it’s been getting too much heat (the weather spiked to 90 yesterday!) and the sky is threatening rain which we’ve had too much of lately! Save the baby!!!
Yesterday when I had more energy, I went out and picked a bunch of wild honey suckle, some clover, dandelions, and a good mushroom and set them on the altar along with a small tray of Oats (with a pink shell to tie back to the ocean ofc) sat next to my star holder and ocean water. I laid out a crystal grid containing amethyst, malachite, quartz, opal, sugilite, aventurine, jade, rose quartz, moss agate / tree agate, and a few other apropriately colored goodies! I also put some dried flowers into the mortar (Thyme, carnation petals, lavender, and some recently picked wild ‘lawn daisies’)
yesterday I cooked a meal with fresh vegetables and shit and I also baked dessert
White pillar candle with crushed mint, thyme, and a little dash of bay leaves for Beltane, wrapped in braided pink and purple thread. The closest I got to making ribbons an shit yall
Request: can i have an angst with a happy ending? Doesn’t really matter the plot, but lord I’m in for a tear-jerking story. btw haaaii~ (I was so close to ending it sadly omg)
Word Count: 3,573 words
an exercise, shall we?” You just looked at her and she continued to smile at
the spirit. Great, I’m going to show you a series of colours and you tell me
how you feel or what you associate them with. Can you do that for me?” You simply
looked at her, not willing to talk to her and she took it as a yes.
Green. The colour of your mother’s
Brown. The colour of your father’s hair.
Pink. The colour in your mother’s
Your father’s coat was strained with it.
clear as day. You could still remember the way your mother looked at you, the
way your father kissed your forehead before they left. The smiles they had on
their faces, your smile and how you though how everything was going right. For
“I’m so sorry
for your loss.”
words lost its sentiment each time you heard it. You could only reply with a
thank you and hold their picture. You couldn’t cry anymore, having almost
fainted from dehydration and nobody would answer you why you weren’t crying. You
couldn’t scream either, you could only bow at the people who came to say
like you were drowning, every word you wanted to scream was just being
swallowed up into air bubbles that would never reach the surface. The water was
frigid, dark and inescapable. Every day felt like you were slipping deeper into
this endless basin of water. You were surrounded by people but nobody noticed.
Could they not see it?
about her, she does this a lot.”
session is in three months. Make sure she reattaches herself to the outside
so much, Dr.” Your brother dragged you out and you didn’t say a word. He was
frustrated with you, you could tell by the way he angrily threw his lighter
when it wouldn’t work. He put his cigarette back into the pack and you followed
him to the car.
to talk to someone.”
you’re still grieving and so am I.”
have is each other now. I never imagined it would be this way but you can’t
give up on me like this.”
all I have, Y/N.” He sighed as he parked the car in the driveway and you
silently walked up to your room. It was hard on him as well. Your brother had
to grow up fast, take on two jobs and go to university. Your parents saved up for
the both of you, having ambitious plans for you and him but they won’t get to
get to see you graduate.
get to see you get you diploma.
won’t walk you down the aisle. Your mother won’t cry on your special day. Your
husband won’t have to worry about having a good impression on your dad. You
won’t see your dad trying to teach your husband how to fish. He won’t tell him
all the stories he told you when you were younger.
embarrassing photos that your mom would show him.
that was taken from you. You had your brother with you, the only other person
who could possible understand how you felt but he couldn’t cope with it
not naked, are you?” You almost cracked a smile and he opened the door.
what the doctor said, right?”
talk to that girl, what’s her name? Hye Sung?” You shook your head and he
listed more girls you used to talk to, resulting in the same response from you.
them? Do you want to meet new people?” You shook your head and he sighed again,
you put your hand on his head slowly petting the raven coloured hair. He had
your grandpa’s hair colour, often acting as an old man because of it. He liked
napping and you have trouble waking him up in the mornings but he was the
hardworking person you’ve met.
try for me? I have a few friends that want to meet you. Can I invite them
over?” You bit your lip, going over the idea in your head and seeing every
possibility. His friends could be creepy, kind, strange, or good people. He
wouldn’t let you around people that weren’t kind of weird.
there so if you feel uncomfortable, just tug on my sleeve. Do you want to try?”
You slowly nodded, you couldn’t find your voice just yet but you want to try
for him. You didn’t like your therapist, her tone and the way she pretended to
care about your problems. She felt like an adult that would mock you when you
left, not understanding the pain you carried with every step you took.
you want to meet them?”
my dear baby sister.” He kissed your forehead and patted your head before
closing your bedroom door behind him. You changed into sleepwear and let the
sands of slumber take you.
up to the grey clouds, the sky threatened to rain and you closed your window.
You washed up, going downstairs to make your brother and yourself food. He came
downstairs when you were in the middle of making his lunch and he yawned while
scratching his head.
for making breakfast.” He ruffled your hair, smiling while you hit his arm. You
finished making his lunch and reheated your breakfast, the food beginning cold
after waiting on the counter.
I’m going to be late.”
rushed out, forgetting his lunch and couldn’t call out to him. You grabbed the
phone he gave you, texting him quickly
You forgot your lunch
I realized I was missing something
when I started driving
Sis, can you bring it for me later?
I have a meeting that’s up until lunch or I would have pick it up myself.
slipped the phone back into your pocket and went to school. None of your
teachers questioned why you didn’t speak, just expected you to do all your work
on time and they would leave you alone.
buzzed, your brother telling you to bring his lunch and you took the bus to his
office. You wandered past the front desk, looking for your brother when you
found him talking to a guy while sitting on a desk.
hugged you and took his lunch from you, his friend making eye contact with you.
His lips were perfectly shaped, his dark eyes oddly inviting and his build
towering over you. You were in your school uniform making you stand out like a
sore thumb and he cleared his throat.
be the adorable little sister he can’t shut up about.” You bowed and he let out
a hearty laugh, your pulse racing a bit.
to be formal with me.”
You bowed again, and he smiled at you.
you don’t have to be so formal with me.”
lunch break isn’t over yet, right?” You shook your head and they both looked at
each other, standing on either side of you.
wanna eat with us?”
drive you back to school.”
nod or shake your head no?”
here while your brother and Yoongi chatted excitedly about a business proposal.
You ate your apple and you heard Yoongi exclaim ‘Your sister made that’,
wondering why he’s so surprised.
you’re an amazing cook.”
thought you wasn’t lying.” You rolled your eyes and looked at Yoongi.
should think about going into the culinary arts.”
to go, isn’t it?”
Y/N.”You waved goodbye to each other and your brother took you back to school,
just in time for you to run to your next class.
droned on, you lazily biking home and meeting your brother dressed in an apron.
You went up to your room and came downstairs, changing into a tank top and
shorts. You felt eyes on you, noticing Yoongi sitting on the couch and you
hair.” You ran upstairs when your brother came out, looking at the two of you
You heard him chuckle you put on a long shirt and leggings, covering more of
your body before rejoining them in the living room.
wanted to come over for dinner today and you seemed to not hate him yet, so I
let him come.”
you mean she doesn’t hate me yet?”
you’re fortunate, my sister is very picky-ow.” You hit his head, smiling at
Yoongi and glaring at your older brother.
let’s eat.” You all went into the dining room, Yoongi sitting in front of you
and your brother right next to you. You stole a few glances at Yoongi while he
talked to your brother and he went to get a glass of water.
you’re in your last year of high school, right?” You nodded and he thought of
other things to ask you.
want to hear a joke?”
you call a magic owl?”
He started cracking up and your brother walked in with dessert, placing your
favourite cake in the centre of the table.
doing his jokes again? I can throw him out now, if you want me to.” You shook
your head and Yoongi let out a sigh of relief.
are your manners?” You laughed at how innocent Yoongi’s smile was and he looked
laughed. Wow, that was cute.”
you making moves on my baby sister?”
needs another oppa in her life.”
want oppa to live long, right?” You nodded confused as to why he was saying
that and he answered your question.
date this punk.”
flirt with my little sister in front of me. Don’t date men like him, you’ll
make my hair grow grey.”
“Oh, I think
I see a grey hair already.” You giggled again, your brother looking like he
wanted to hit Yoongi but instead cut the cake. He gave Yoongi a small slice,
him whining when he saw the size of your slice.
thicker than water.” You playfully stuck your tongue at him and he looked
stuck her tongue out at me, did you see that?”
was your imagination.”
ate your cake, loving the savoury flavour and you wanted to indulge in more but
your brother took the cake back to the fridge.
playful one, aren’t you?” You looked at him innocently, feigning ignorance to
what he meant.
innocent now, I know your little games.” You raised your eyebrow and he got up.
Your brother lead Yoongi to the door with his arm around your shoulders.
and his cute sister.” He ran off before your brother could hit him and he
closed the door.
he never learns.”
comfortable with him, right?” You nodded, smiling and he smiled back at you. You
went up to your room, happy that you found someone outside of your brother that
you felt comfortable with.
smile and inviting eyes that you couldn’t seem to get out of your head.
You hit the
floor, three angry girls standing over you and making the division between
superior and inferior.
talk because mommy and daddy aren’t here to speak for you.”
stupid mute. What, did you cut off your tongue?”
in the bathroom?”
They shoved you in a stall and walked out as if they did nothing wrong and you
heard footsteps coming in.
you in here?” It was him, you banged on the door of your stall and he came in
front of it. You opened the door and his eyes looked at you worriedly, seeing
what those girls had done to you.
you up pretty bad, huh. Can you stand?” You tried to, winching in pain and he
lifted you in his arms. He carried you out the bathroom, the eyes of the school
on you as Yoongi the “mystery man” carried that “weird mute girl” out the
case you were wondering, Jin told me to pick you today and you weren’t coming
out so I had to find you.”
have a feeling Jin doesn’t know about this.” You slowly nodded, knowing you
can’t deny it after what he saw and he smiled.
honesty. Now, why were they hitting you?” You looked for a memo pad and
scribbled down, handing him the note.
think I’m pompous because I don’t speak.’ The kids these days. Why didn’t you
too much and he has it hard enough’ Wow, is that why you wanted to meet new
people?” You nodded and he patted your hair.
good little sister. I wish I had one like you.”
don’t have siblings?’ I don’t have ones that talk to me but I have an older
brother like you.”
Oh, oppa we’re here.’ Man, I wish you could say it out.” You covered your
cheeks, trying to control the blood rushing through them and he opened your
door for you.
Seokjin! I brought her home and she may or may not have a new piercing.” He
looked at you while you laughed a little at his joke. Your brother came in
running, prepared to hit Yoongi when his eyes shifted to you.
Yoongi, I swear to god if you- Y/N, who did this to you? My poor sister.” He
walked over to you, squishing your cheeks and spilling out his worried
“I have to
call the school and it’s either they expel those people who hurt you or you’re
transferring schools.” You tugged on his sleeve but he was in worry mode,
guaranteeing that your attempt would fail.
so worried that he didn’t even notice I called him Kim Seokjin. Usually he
would hit me for calling him that.”
hits you?’ Yes, and hard. Your oppa is scary for a guy who dots his i’s with a
Your oppa does a lot of things.”
you tell me more?’ O-Oh. Sure.” You pulled him to the couch, crossing your legs
and sitting in front of him.
I start? Oh right.” You spent most of the evening just listening to Yoongi talk
and you scribbling down what you want to say.
probably go before your brother notices I’n still here.”
Not even a goodbye.” You scribbled it down and tossed it at his head, giggling
as he whined about the paper hitting him.
sharp, you know. ‘Good night, Oppa’ You know, I want to hear from you, it
sounds weird when I say it.” You shrug and he leaves when Jin calls you.
getting expelled, yay.”
you look so worried? Didn’t oppa do good?” You shook your head no, yo know for a
fact that those girls are going to hate you now more than ever.
worry, I’ll pick you up everyday or even Yoongi sometimes. I’m just so glad you
finally opened up to someone.”
let’s eat.” You knew how much Jin loved food and you ate with him. Your mind
found its way to Yoongi, loving his childish side and how forward he was with
was right, maybe you did need a new oppa in your life.
in your room, laying down on your bed when you heard your door swung open.
you knock, I could have been naked’ That wouldn’t be so bad.” You threw a
pillow in his face and he had a blank look on his face.
going to get it.” He ruffed your hair and you pouted. He sat on your bed and
you looked at him, catching his eyes but unable to look away.
anyone ever tell you how your eyes shine? There’s this little glint in your eye
that just twinkles.”
you saying?’ Ah, I’m just messing with you. Plus, you’re Jin’ little sister
which makes you my little sister.”
not funny, oppa.’ It hurts more with that goofy smile on your face, aish.” You
laughed and he cracked a smile. You liked spending time with Yoongi, he managed
to make you giggle and his expressions were priceless. He was a great friend.
heart fluttered when he got too close to you, you liked the way he styled his
hair or when he would rest his head on your shoulder and just fall asleep. He
would call your reactions ‘ cute’ and flirt with you. Yet, every time you felt
like he saw you differently, he would say he’s joking and you’re like a sister
all you could ever be to him? His best friend’s little sister?
you’re-” You marched upstairs and shut your door. Of all the people in the
world, why did it have to be her?
Your voice was foreign to you, the raspy voice didn’t seem like something your
body could produce.
as I’m glad that you just spoke two words to after three months of hanging out
with you, I’m coming in.”
“I know I
did something wrong but please forgive me.”
alone.” He wiped your cheeks, you looking away as he continued to wipe away
you’re crying like this. I’m sorry, Y/N.”
she have that I don’t? Tell me.”
see it? Don’t you see how much I like you? I’ve been liking you this whole time
and you never once acknowledged me. Am I not good enough for you?”
because of Jin oppa, isn’t it?”
all I’ll ever amount to? Jin’s little sister?”
understand. This is why I didn’t want to open up. People always hurt me.”
Yoongi.” He looked at you, you turned away from him and you heard him close the
door behind him.
He was your first love. The first
man besides your brother and father that you loved.
right?” You nodded as you sobbed into his shirt and he patted your back. He
sang to you while you clenched onto his shirt, tears descending into his shirt.
better, Y/N, it’ll get better.”
in your room, now reeling over your first love and you heard the front door
open. You went out of your room, sitting at the top of the stairs as Jin was
standing there and blocking the face of the person at the door.
done enough, Yoongi. Go home.”
“I need to
let you keep hurting my baby sister! The last time she spoke to me was when we
were at our parents’ funeral, now it’s because of you.”
leave without talking to her, Jin.”
while I’m being kind.”
pained you that your heart still pounded against your chest when he yelled your
name. How could your heart be so cruel as to let that man be your first love?
want to see you!” You heard a thud and you rushed downstairs to see Yoongi
clenching his jaw and Jin standing over him. He was about to hit him again when
you hugged him from behind.
don’t hit him please.”
You let him go and he stepped away from Yoongi, both of their eyes on you.
have to be here?”
you’re going to say to her, you can say to me.”
Y/N, I’m an idiot. I know, it’s obvious, everyone and their grandma knows that.
But I’m an idiot for losing you. I didn’t realize how much you mean to me until
you weren’t there, how much I missed your giggles, your smile, your eyes. Just
you. I should have said this soon but I’m a stubborn bastard that can’t admit
when I lost something precious. I guess what I want to say is, can I be your
pulled you in by your hips and Jin put his arm between you two.
kissing, you two.”
The gods tie an invisible red cord
around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another in a certain
situation or help each other in a certain way.
The two people connected by the red
thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This
magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.