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sabbaticallife84 · 3 years

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“Going to the mountains is going home.” -John Muir

July 1st. My favorite July 1st in a long time. It was a cool day. I had a delicious lunch with my aunt. I had bratwurst, kartofel und Sauerkraut, cola, cause it was too early to drink wine.

I didn’t have a phone, no pictures of maps or much direction, so I wanted to do something not that far from where I was staying. My aunt described this beautiful walk I could take around Wolfgangsee, the lake we were staying next to. I thought that sounded ideal. There was a cute town and then another cute town along the lake that I would run in to if I was lucky. So I decided to do that walk. On my way out of town, I saw a cute little second hand shop and they had good backpacks. I decided I needed a little bit of a bigger day pack than I had brought. I found a cute back pack and it looked sturdy and high quality. I asked the owner how much it was. He looked me up and down and said “eight euro”. So that was a steal! This bag was nice, sturdy, good Austrian quality and I was getting it for 8 euro! Yay, this was going to be a great day! I walked down a side walk to the left to try to find the path around the lake.

The path around the lake was really nice and flat. I saw these happy fish swimming in the shallows. The woods around me consisted of lindens, beech trees, pine trees, vines and was so green and cool and perfect. The temperature lovely.

I walked out of town, to Fürberg. When I got to Fürberg, I wasn’t sure I was there until I saw a sign on the guest house and realized this was it! I decided I wanted to sit at this beautiful cafe and have a delicious coffee and a piece of cake. My waiter was having a slow day. He came over to my table to have a chat. He said it was “dead” there, that day. We talked about how their busy season was more like July 15-end of August. We talked about how the kids weren’t out of school yet in Austria. He said his son was 11 years old and he was anxiously awaiting July 9th, when school would be out for them. My waiter was from Hungary. He shared that his son was struggling with learning German but had taught himself English with tv and movies. His teacher had asked his dad who in their family spoke English at home and when he said, “No one.” The teacher was surprised cause his sons English was so good. The waiter went on to tell me about some beautiful sights to see in Hungary and one was the Plattensee in Hungary. We talked about Covid. His friend was an orthopedic doctor and he said his friend did that kind of specialty to avoid the really sick and infected people. I was explaining how our ortho unit had changed into a covid unit. The waiters were wearing bright white shirts and lederhosen. The waitresses were wearing the traditional dress from Austria, the dirndl. The staff looked very festive in their outfits. I ordered this delicious cake and coffee. I asked the waiter if I could go back to the back and see which kinds of cakes they had or what they looked like. I saw this delicious cake I needed to try. So I ordered that piece with whipped cream.

The couple next to me asked what kind of cake I had ordered. They called the waiter over and ordered it. I realized as the waiter brought it out, I didn’t tell them I had ordered it with whipped cream. So then I told them, they called the waiter back over and ordered whipped cream. Then the waiter didn’t disappoint. He brought this big bowl of whipped cream for them. Sitting there, I was looking that the clear bright blue water of the lake. It reminded me of emerald lake in BC. It’s almost green. It was really gorgeous. Happy fish swimming in the shallows, The perfect path around the lake. Surrounded by lindens, buchenwald, pine trees. The temperature was cool and perfect.

After Fürberg, I was walking down the path and saw a group of teenage boys with a six pack and a couple of bottles walking into the forest. I thought it was fun, and I remembered when I was a teenager in Germany and had similar experiences after school. Then “The girl on the Train” came to my mind I was all of a sudden nervous. Not that this exact thing happened in that book, but it was just kind of creepy. These guys fueled by alcohol and maybe wanting to cause trouble, who knows what they might do. I don’t know why my mind went ominous. I waited a bit to let them walk ahead of me. The path was changing from a flat path to a steeper path. It started to feel like ‘Lake View’, this hike in Priest Lake, Idaho. The path started to go up and down, with large stair cases up and down.

I learned that back in the 1500′s, supposedly, a man was trying to take his ox to the market for slaughter, when it ran away. The man grabbed the ox’s tail and followed him into the water. Back then, people couldn’t swim and the man would have sank and drowned if he wasn’t holding on to the ox’s tail. But luckily he survived, the ox swam a ways and then back into shore. Then the man or someone built a little beautiful white shrine thing on this tiny island. It was called the Ochsenkreutz (Ox cross). The water was clear and turquoise around it. The color was crazy and the water was super clear and beautiful.

I walked up the path, down the path. The forest was beautiful, quiet, except for the occasional rustle. I actually sometimes felt like I wasn’t alone. I would stop and look around, and would be totally alone. Eventually I figured out that 1.) the wind in the trees sounded like people, 2.) my new backpack had a little zipper clinking on my back, 3.) there were little brown mice running around and rustling in the leaves and that sounded like footsteps. This forest reminded me of Outlander or of Robin Hood. It was deep and green. It was so beautiful and I kept imagining at any moment the rustling would reveal a man carrying a bow with arrows, walking out of the forest towards me. I eventually made it to a bit of a bigger memorial thing on the main land called the Hochszeitkreutz. (the wedding cross) There were three people in wet suits and a girl down below in the lake who had just jumped. These brave souls were jumping off high rocks into the turqouise water below. This sweet teenage kid was standing, looking over the cliff and trying to amp himself up to go. The man, maybe his father, uncle or coach had a camera on video mode trained on him for the jump. But the young guy hesitated. I stopped to read the sign on the bench about the memorial site. You could tell that I freaked the teenager out and he thought I was watching him. I finished reading and walked off. There was a bench looking out at the water and a man was sitting on the bench reading his book.

I didn’t wait for him to jump in and then I started walking home. I also never saw those teenage boys again. It started to rain. I was soaked after 30 minutes of walking in it. I had a rain coat on so my chest, and stomach were dry. My heads, wrists, thighs, legs, and feet were squelching wet. I ducked into an Italian restaurant, that was very popular and buzzing with people. You could tell that this place was well liked by locals and tourists alike. I asked the hostess for a table and she said at the moment, they didn’t have anything. I thanked them and went to leave and keep walking. Some other customers called to me from a table and said the hostess had called me back. I waited on their covered porch and the hostess kept motioning for me to wait. I waited like 5-10 minutes and then got a table. It was great.

The server/owner and hostess/server were really sweet women and they were working so hard. Running and running. They smiled at each other and all the customers and they worked as a team, even though they were slammed. It was impressive. I got to see the other fun tables with friends and families at them (Yes I was a creeper, but what else did I have to do? ;-) ). A family was celebrating their youngest daughters birthday. It was so funny, cause the littlest girl had eaten her dinner and she was running around and running around and wanted to leave the restaurant and play outside with her grandmother. But the whole family was trying to entertain and cajole her so she would stay long enough for... the staff to come out with her cake with a sparkler candle on top. And then the whole restaurant sang “happy birthday” in English. Then the staff sang it in Italian. It was really cool. The girl was super happy and excited, until a few minutes in, she decided she didn’t like her mango cake creation and she was bouncing around again. Finally her grandmother did take her outside to run around and play and work off some of her energy.

I ate delicious caprese salad and pizza. It was so yummy. I also drank my new favorite drink, a Hugo Spritz. It’s light and sparkly and sweet. Then I walked back to my Aunts house. It was a really fun day!

“And we will meet in the woods far far away from this hustle and bustle... and share love and sunshine.” -Avijeet Das

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alphacrone · 4 years

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for it’s better to burn out than to fade out of sight (7/?)

rating: T pairings: Yuki & Tohru (platonic), Tohru/Kyo, Yuki/Machi, other canon pairings & friendships summary: In the end, it wasn’t sadness Yuki felt, when Tohru Honda had her memories erased. No, it was anger. And anger he could work with.

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vi. silently reaching for a hand to hold to warm the cold

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“Rat? Rat! Ohmygosh- ”

If Tohru thought she’d lost her mind before, it was nothing compared to now, as she pulled back the folds of Sohma’s discarded uniform to find a small, gray rat where a boy once stood. Was this some sort of magic trick? Would Sohma appear behind her and pull a rabbit out of a hat?

Pain pulsed behind Tohru’s eyes and a chill seeped through her veins to the tips of her fingers. In her mind’s eye she saw plumes of smoke, splintered wood, a hissing, orange cat..

“Well,” a voice said, small and soft. “That isn’t how I intended this to happen.”

The rat was speaking with Yuki’s voice.

The rat was speaking .

“ Sohma ?” Tohru breathed, leaning down close to look the rat in the eyes. It stood unnaturally on its hind legs, tiny paws clasped together in a patient posture. There was no way this was just a simple magic trick.

“Yes, it’s me,” Sohma said. “And now you know my family secret. Again.”

“You- rat- how-?” Tohru grasped at her head, trying to make heads or tails of what Yuki was telling her. It was impossible, a thing of magic and fairy tales, and yet...it made sense. She couldn’t say why, but knowing that Yuki Sohma could transform into a rat just seemed right.

“It’s complicated,” Yuki said simply. “I can explain better once I turn ba-”

He was interrupted by a loud bang , and a plume of smoke filled the empty hallway. Tohru turned away to cough, choking on the thick scent of incense, and when she turned back, Yuki was upright and human again...and completely naked.

“ Ah !” Tohru slapped both hands over her eyes before she could catch sight of anything inappropriate. “I’m sorry! I didn’t look!”

Yuki chuckled softly, and Tohru heard the rustle of him slipping on his uniform. “It’s fine,” he said. “This isn’t the first time, after all.”

Tohru’s cheeks grew hot. “I’m sorry about the other time, too!”

“Honda,” he said. “You’ve apologized enough for a lifetime. It’s really okay.”

She nodded and wrapped her arms around herself as Yuki finished getting dressed. “So...your secret...is that you’re...a rat?”

Yuki chuckled. “You can turn around now. And yes, sort of. It’s a...family curse. There are others specifically affected. You met a few others, when you found out the first time.” He paused, and looked down at his crooked tie. “Ah, it’s hard without a mirror.”

“Here, let me,” Tohru said, but she paused before touching the tie. “Will that...what causes it ?”

“A hug,” Yuki said solemnly. “So, you’re safe.”

“A hug,” Tohru repeated, hands working mechanically as she straightened out the tie. “How odd.”

“Isn’t it?” Yuki said wryly. “I can tell you about it more later, about the curse and everything that happened to you. I wasn’t sure if you should know, since you’ve paid the price once already.”

“My memories?”

“Yes,” Yuki murmured. “But it could be worse. The head of the family...he’s…”

“We’ll keep it a secret, then,” Tohru said hurriedly. “No one needs to know that I know, right?”

Relief washed over Yuki’s face. “Right.”

“But maybe...maybe we could tell Hana and Uo,” Tohru continued nervously. “And Megumi. He knows so much about curses, and if this- if this is a curse you don’t want, maybe we could find a way to help!”

“I’d like that, but....can we...can we not tell Hanajima and Uotani yet?” Yuki asked, playing with the hem of his shirt. “It’s...it’s something I think we should talk about more before trying to explain to them.”

“Of course,” Tohru said quickly, nodding her head so aggressively it began to hurt. “Don’t push yourself to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

“Thank you,” Yuki said, and he reached out to squeeze her hand. “Can I walk you home after school today?”

“S-Sure!” Tohru replied. A warning bell rang, and she gestured down the hall. “We better get back to class.”

They quickly returned to the classroom, much to the ire of some of the fan club girls. Hana and Uo waved at them, and Uo smiled mischievously.

“Hey, you guys kiss and make up?” She teased as they entered the classroom together. Tohru squeaked in surprise, but Yuki nodded.

“We’ve cleared things up,” he said, and Tohru realized just how much everyone had been worried about her. Class started before she could say anything, but Tohru felt so grateful to have these friends in her life.

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They walked home in silence. The weight of the truth hung heavy between them, but neither knew how to bring it up. It was an inconceivable idea, this Sohma curse, and to explain it to an outsider without Shigure or even Kyo was a daunting task.

Though the walk was a little awkward, it was over quickly, and they now found themselves standing outside the Honda household.

“Would you like to come inside for some tea?” Tohru asked, smiling up at Yuki.

“I would love to,” he said after a pause, and Tohru felt her grin widened. She pulled him by the sleeve up the steps and through the front door.

They paused in the genkan to slip off their shoes, and Tohru called a soft, “I’m home!” There was no response, so she just shrugged. “Aunt Mie is at work and my cousins must be out, but I’m not sure where Grandpa is…”

“The house is very nice,” Yuki said, sounding a bit awkward. Tohru could understand, when there was such a gargantuan elephant in the room.

“Grandpa had it all remodeled before Aunt Mie’s family moved in,” Tohru said, drifting into the kitchen to start the water for tea. “Hana brought over some odango from her grandmother—would you like some?”

“Just tea is fine,” Yuki said, settling at the table. “ Oh .”

Tohru poked her head back into the room at Yuki’s small gasp. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized he had caught sight of the altar. It housed several photos, for Grandma and her great great uncle and Mama and-

“Is this your father?” Yuki asked, eyes focused on the portrait of Katsuya Honda. He seemed so young in the photograph, barely older than Tohru herself. “You had a photo of your mother with you, when you lived with us, but I never saw your father. You have his smile.”

Tohru started. She’d been compared to her mother her whole life; father was nothing more than an afterthought, a stranger, even in his family’s home. “R-really?”

“Yeah,” Yuki breathed, and he bowed his head in prayer before the altar. Tohru left him there to prepare the tea, her mind still whirling with too many thoughts. She took a deep breath and poured water into the teapot, letting it steep as she collected cups and the dango, before carrying it all out to the table.

“You said...before,” Yuki said, accepting the proffered cup. “You said your father died of pneumonia .”

“Did I?” Tohru was surprised she’d told anyone about her father, especially a boy she’d only known a few months.

“Yes,” Yuki said. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, really,” Tohru said, pouring the tea for both of them. “I was so little, I don’t really remember it.”

“That’s still…” Yuki trailed off. “What was he like?”

Tohru frowned. “Mom said he was really kind and serious, but a little spacey. He spoke formally, like I do, which I think is really the only thing I got from him. I’m pretty much the spitting image of my mom.”

Yuki quirked an eyebrow. “Kind and spacey? Sounds like you inherited more than you think.”

Tohru’s cheeks grew warm and she laughed. “I don’t really remember him, but I know he loved me and Mom.”

“That’s important,” Yuki said softly. “Not all parents do.”

Tohru’s heart clenched, but before she could respond the front door opened and Aunt Mie’s voice carried down the hall, “I’m home!”

“Welcome home!” Tohru called back. Mie walked into the room, still dressed in her work clothes, and froze, eyes trained solely on Yuki.

“This is the boy, from the photos,” she said, shoulders tensing as she caught sight of Yuki. “The one you lived with.”

Tohru sputtered, but Yuki did not miss a beat. He stood swiftly and crossed the room to bow to Aunt Mie. “My name is Yuki Sohma, I’m a friend of Tohru’s from school. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Aunt Mie opened and closed her mouth several times, but no sound came out. “Y-You- You’re her friend?” Was all that she could manage.

Yuki’s pleasant expression did not change, but Tohru felt a chill fall over the room. “I am,” he said. “I am incredibly lucky to know Honda, and for her to deign to be my friend. As I’m sure you know, she’s a good, kind, hard-working person. You must feel so blessed to have her in your family.”

Tohru had never seen Aunt Mie’s face grow so red, but she could not tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. She knew her face must be brighter than a strawberry at Yuki’s kind words. “May I offer you some tea, Aunt Mie?” She asked, hopping up to grab a new cup. Mie waved her away, not taking her eyes off Yuki.

“That won’t be necessary, Tohru,” she said stiffly. “But have you made preparations for dinner?”

“Yes!” Tohru clapped her hands together; she’d gotten a cookbook from the library and very excited to try out some new recipes. “I did the grocery shopping yesterday.”

Mie nodded curtly. “And the laundry I asked you to do?”

“I took it off the line last night, before bed,” Tohru answered, sitting back down at the table. “And put it away in the linens drawer.”

“And the dusting-?”

“Is Tohru the only person here who does housework?”

Yuki’s tone had gone decidedly icy, though he still maintained an expression of polite neutrality. Tohru shivered, despite feeling warm from the tea.

“Excuse me?” Aunt Mie asked, eyes going wide.

“I was just wondering if Tohru is the only person in this entire household who’s assigned housework,” Yuki elaborated, stepping closer to Mie.

“W-well, I’m at work all day,” Mie snapped. “And Dad is too frail. So, of course it falls to Tohru.”

“And your children?” Yuki tilted his head to the side.

“They’re students! It’s important for them to focus on schoolwork, plus Kaoru has her part time job-”

“So does Honda,” Yuki said, expression darkening. “Is her schoolwork unimportant?”

Mie blanched. “She’s not going to college, does it really matter?”

“Graduating high school is very important to Honda,” Yuki growled. “So is doing well at her job. I guess I’m just a bit concerned you’re overworking her. We wouldn’t want her to fall ill, would we? Health is so important.”

Tohru gasped quietly as she saw Yuki’s eyes flicker to the altar, then back to Aunt Mie. Mie glared at Yuki, but said nothing as she left the room. As soon as they heard her bedroom door slam, Yuki let out a long sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I went over the line there, I shouldn’t have said those things. Will this get you in trouble?”

Tohru’s heart warmed. He’d just stood up for her, and now he was worried she’d be in trouble for it. Yuki Sohma was a sweet boy, deep down. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “Aunt Mie doesn’t yell at me. I don’t think she likes me very much, so we don’t...interact a lot.”

Yuki nodded. “If she tries anything, just call me, okay? You don’t have to stay here, you can always come with me or stay with Hanajima or Uotani.”

Tohru smiled, and grabbed a stick of dango for herself. “I’ll be fine, Sohma,” she said, taking a bite. “But...thank you.”

Yuki smiled—a real, genuine smile—and Tohru’s heart melted completely. He was so serious at school, so composed and quiet. But with her and her friends, he laughed and scowled and smiled .

They were friends. They’d been friends before, and Tohru’s memories had been taken, and they were friends again now. And for the first time since meeting Uo and Hana, Tohru knew this was the sort of friendship that wouldn’t disappear so easily. She and Yuki were connected, no matter what that meant for his curse or her family, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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enterthesmosh · 5 years

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You Made Life a Song (You Made Me a Singer): Damien Haas

Word Count: 1730 Summary: A new life and a new family.

The entire day had been pretty much a blur from the moment that you woke up; but one could really expect that since it was your wedding day. The entire morning was spent laughing and getting ready with your friends and five (and three quarters) year old daughter, Sutton, just enjoying the time and trying to distract yourself from the nerves that were building in your belly every time that you caught a glimpse of the time as it was ticking closer to the ceremony.

The actual ceremony itself was beautiful and sweet, from what you could recall. All you really saw or heard was Damien, and that was really enough. The two of you had waited quite some time to be there and all that mattered was that he was there in front of you, holding your hands, and vowing to be there forever.

At the reception, while waiting to be announced, you stood next to Damien and gripped his hand tightly as if afraid that if you let go you’d wake up and you wouldn’t have actually gotten married. You felt a tug on the skirt of your dress and looked down to see Sutton looking up at you. With a smile, you let go of Damien’s hand, and reached down to pick her up and prop her up on your hip.

“What’re we waiting for, mama? My feet hurt,” she complained, laying her head on your shoulder.

You laughed and pressed a kiss to her hair, “Soon they’re going to call us in and we’re going to go smile and sit.”

“C’mere, button,” Damien said holding his arms out and taking her from you, “We talked about this, remember? When we go in, me and your mom are going to dance and then we’re all going to eat some dinner and then your Uncle Shayne and Aunt Courtney are going to talk, then mama and your uncle are going to dance, then me and my mom… and then me and you!”

She narrowed her eyes back at Damien and for a moment, had you not known that Damien wasn’t her biological father, you’d have felt compelled to mention how that was such a Damien face.

Reluctantly, she nodded her head and squirmed out of Damien’s arms to stand on the ground in front of the both of you. “This seems like an awful lot of work just to tell people you got married,” she said with an eye roll. From beside Damien, Shayne let out a laugh and held out a hand to give Sutton a high-five. “Amen, little sister,” he chuckled before slapping Damien affectionately on the shoulder.

The wedding coordinator popped out from the main room and clapped her hands with an overenthusiastic smile, telling you all that they’re ready and to get into the order she’d given earlier. You, Damien, and Sutton were the last ones to enter. She stood between the two of you, holding tightly to both of your hands and you couldn’t help but grin broadly over at Damien as he looked down at her with an adoring look on his face.

When you reached the middle of the dance floor, Shayne came up and plucked Sutton up to carry her off to the table; she smiled and waved at the two of you over Shayne’s shoulder which just made you laugh softly.

“And now, the bride and groom will have their first dance,” the DJ said into the microphone.

You turned to face Damien and he very quickly took you into his arms as the song “We Found Each Other in the Dark” by City and Colour started to play over the sound system. You allowed one of your hands to come up to rest on Damien’s shoulder while the other slid into his own hand. You looked up at him and let out a happy sort sigh as the two of you began to sway.

“How’re you holding up?” he asked with a chuckle.

You nodded your head and smiled, “Good… Starving, but good.”

Damien laughed and shook his head as he pulled back enough to spin you and pull you back to him. When you had brought up dance lessons a few months ago, Damien had scoffed at the suggestion but it seemed like he had gone back on his first reaction. You bit down gently at the side of your lower lip and glanced over Damien’s shoulder to see Sutton was sitting in Shayne’s lap watching the pair of you rather intently but with a truly happy smile playing across her face.

“I don’t tell you enough… but thank you for loving her as much as you love me,” you said softly, glancing back at Damien.

He looked at you gave a small smile, “It’s hard not to. Besides, most people already say she’s mine.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

Damien chuckled lowly and once again spun you slowly, crossed his arms over and pulled you back to him; he placed a small kiss to your cheek when you settled back into his arms. “We were out at the store the other night and an old lady said something to her about how pretty she was and how she looked so much like her daddy,” he said with a shrug. You could tell that he was trying to play it off like it wasn’t a big deal, but you knew that he absolutely loved it.

Sutton had him wrapped around her little finger from the beginning.

The song drifted to an end; you and Damien shared a kiss before he led you back to the table. Before you had even sat down, you spotted Sutton squirming out of Shayne’s lap and rushing over. He purple and gold brocade dress shone in the soft lights and you could hear the gold tulle rustling as she got closer. She all but climbed up into your lap and gave you a big hug, which you happily returned.

Dinner and speeches seemed the go by in a flash, which you were not completely thrilled with since it seemed like every time you sat down to eat someone else was heading over to talk and hug. But, thankfully, Damien saw your face and quickly intervened, allowing you some time actually eat something before you had to get up and dance with your brother.

After Damien had finished dancing with his mom, Sutton bounded up to the DJ’s booth and was promptly handed a microphone.

“Hi everyone,” she greeted, waving and beaming.

You leaned over to Damien and whispered, “She’s such a little cheeseball.”

He nodded and laughed before he pressed a kiss to your temple. Sutton took a deep breath and you couldn’t help but smile at her.

“My mom got married today… she married my daddy. I know he’s not my… bi-beb… he didn’t make me,” she stumbled over herself. She’d asked several times over the last few days how to say biological but she just earned a few chuckles in return. “But he’s my real daddy and I love him and I’m glad he married my mommy,” she said happily and you could feel tears already in your eyes, “And he let me pick any song I wanted to dance with him, so c’mon!”

Damien could only laugh loudly and shake his head; he started to stand up and kissed you quickly on his way up to the dance floor. Sutton handed the mic back to the DJ and all but run across the floor to Damien who scooped her up and held her tight as the music started. She hadn’t even told you what song she picked so you were very curious.

Through the speakers, you heard the beginning to “I Don’t Need Anything But You” from the 2014 Annie soundtrack, and you were sure you were going to cry.

“Together at last; Together forever. We’re tying a knot, they never can sever…”

You could see Damien laugh as he held her closer and started to sway with Sutton, her hands resting at his shoulders. You had never seen two people who loved each other as much as the two of them; from the moment you introduced them, it was obvious that Damien was going to be the one if not for you, but for her.

You sniffled and wiped at a tear that had slipped past your eye and down your cheek as you watched the two of them; you looked around the room and saw a few people doing the same thing. Suddenly, there was a hand on your shoulder and a handkerchief in front of your face. You looked up to see Shayne slipping into Damien’s vacated seat and you took the cloth from him, murmuring your thanks as you dabbed at your eyes.

“I don’t think I’ve seen Damien this happy in a while,” he said, sipping at his drink.

You nodded and looked over at him, “I haven’t see Sutton smile like that, ever.”

“Y’know, Y/N,” Shayne said, grinning at you, “I’m glad Damien found you. He’s my best friend and yeah, I give him shit a lot but… you and Sutton are great and I’m really happy for you guys.”

You cooed and leaned over to kiss Shayne’s cheek, “Don’t be getting soft on me now, Topp.”

He could only laugh and roll his eyes before he playfully shoved at your shoulder. “Fuck off, Y/N Haas,” he grinned and waggled his eyebrows at you as he stood up. You watched as he walked off back to his table and looked back just as the song was ending. Sutton wrapped her arms tightly around Damien’s neck and hugged him for all she was worth before she ran off towards you.

You just barely had time to react and pick her up before she barreled into you.

Damien came back and took his seat next to you, letting out a happy sort of sigh as he did so. The photographer came in front of the table and smiled at the three of you. “Can I get a few of you three together real quick?” she asked. Sutton scurried across your lap and settled in Damien’s before she smoothed out her dress and smiled toothily at the camera.

You could only laugh and roll your eyes; this little family was going to be just fine.

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thecauldroncake · 6 years

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He Cried (A Bucky Barnes Oneshot)

Fandom: Marvel's The Avengers

Pairing/s: Dad!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warning/s: Tiny angst, fluff, probably grammar and spelling errors here and there?

Word Count: 1,782

A/N: This just came through me and I realized it was Father's day as well so why not post one? Hope yall like it!

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James Buchanan Barnes was born in the time when men were expected to be strong, physically and emotionally, given the stench of the looming death the war gave off. Tears were only acceptable at times of great dread, losing someone maybe the only one. The last time he thought he'll cry was when he bid goodbye to his loved ones as he was shipped to the war in Europe.

That changed after seeing the hopelessness in Steve Rogers' blue eyes, he was donning the Captain America suit at that exact moment, but all he saw were the eyes of that skinny guy in Brooklyn he always looked out for. After that, all was snow, cold air and the warmth of fresh hot tears escaping their confinements from his itching eyes. Death, indeed.

Then, HYDRA happened. How he wished he could've just died. How he wish the last tears he'd spent on was the pain of his death, but no. HYDRA made his life his living inferno. He's alive, at the mercy of rooms full of killers, making him one of them in the process.

Decades later came the unexpected. Bucky has turned into a new leaf after the so-called Civil War. His time in Wakanda healed the wounds, it indeed left scars, but it's better than having them all fresh in his-- and everybody's mind. The time and space pave the way to the Avengers' reunification; him, Steve and Tony most especially. That's when he met you.

Again, time worked its wonders. Now, he was sure the lone drop of tear he let on when you said the magical word 'Yes' while he kneels in front of you, with a ring box and a diamond ring he carefully picked almost half a year ago and was kept in great care all those times, would not be the last of this new kind of tears.

Tears that he never thought he would get and deserve. Tears of joy.

Your wedding day came, more of those came. Even the Avengers did so, it's not everyday they can be vulnerable, but for you guys, their tears were those of happiness, knowing you and Bucky deserve it. He wouldn't even want to talk about how much of those tears were shed when he first heard the wails coming from the then small, yet already lovely Rebecca Grace Barnes, or Becca, as you blurt out upon the first time you cooed her in your arms, your and Bucky's daughter.

Presently, you were roaming in your seat with your phone's video recorder on, gauging the Avengers', your family's reaction, to the thing before them; Becca, now four years old, in her first school performance. Soft giggles made its way pass your lips, before landing your lens to the person besides you. You focused your video camera on him for a few seconds, him still oblivious on what you were doing, before setting it into a stop and putting your phone back to your bag to enjoy the show, with your head resting on his shoulder while he reached for your forehead to rest a soft kiss there.

***

Although it wasn't a surprise Bucky turned to his best friend, Steve Rogers, to be Becca's godfather, Tony is sure as hell would give everything to be called Becca's stage uncle. After dinner, he set up the Audio-Visual room knowing you had captured the whole performance. He almost hired a professional videographer to film the whole thing and you have to bribe him with your famous cupcakes to stop him from doing so, that it was over-the-top for a seven minutes school performance. Everybody heaved a sigh of relief after he accepted the bribe and voice out their agreements with you.

The performance never failed to give smile on everybody's faces, as if they're seeing it the first time again. Once in a while, Becca would purposely look at your camera and wave, make a face, giggle and technically all she did was things that makes your hearts flutter, especially yours and Bucky's.

You two made this ethereal, fluffy human being. Lovely as she can be, it's pretty obvious how all of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes are wrap around her plump adorable fingers. You can't help the surge of pride running into your every nerves realising the job well done you made so far, alongside with everybody who helped you and Bucky raise Becca. The road to parenthood takes a lifetime to end, but it doesn't matter, you're happy, content and sure that with Bucky and the rest of the Avengers helping you, you can do it.

Then, the after performance's reactions came to view. Everyone chuckled at Sam's reaction when it was shown. Tony, being the overly dramatic uncle did nothing but to make a standing ovation; again, overly dramatic. Steve was clapping with his smile so bright you sure his cheeks was hurting. The other Avengers have various reaction to it, then came the father. Tony snorted upon seeing the ever stoic Bucky Barnes shed a tear.

"So, Tin Man knows how to cry? Thought you're all in the 'brooding' thing?" Sam, of course, would take all the chance to laugh in the expense of your husband, this is one of it.

"Shut it, Stark." he half-heartedly glared before laughter erupts from his chest filling the whole room and then prompted the other to do the same.

You were also in the midst of laughing before noticing the exiting figure of your daughter, her back on everybody while they're busy chiding. You slip yourself away from Bucky and stood up, earning everybody's attention, before pointing to your daughter. Walking closer, you noticed her shoulders slacked, your heart ached at the sight. Becca has always been a lively kid, whatever prompted her to leave without saying anything, even to you, worries you.

"Becca, baby?"

"'M sweepy, mum..." Sleepy? She asked herself. It's only six pm and Tony had promised her ice cream, Becca never says no to ice cream.

"Sweetheart, anything wrong?" You cooed, she shook her head lightly. You heard rustling behind you and felt that familiar body heat near you, Bucky.

"Hey, baby doll? It's dada--" You saw how Bucky tried to reach Becca's shoulder with his flesh hand, about to turn her, but it's like Becca knew it herself, she twirled around but landed her face on the crook of your shoulder, her tiny arms clinged onto your neck as if her life depends on it, before a heartbreaking sob made its way to your ears.

"Becca?" Your eyes opened wide upon the sudden outburst of your daughter and you tried to pry her away from you, wanting to take a look on her face, she wouldn't budge though and instead tighten her embrace on you. "Becca, baby are you hurt?" Panic is obvious in your voice, everybody is now crowding around you, just giving you enough space, you were massaging Becca's dark hair, a trait she shares with her father, when you felt Bucky shifts towards the side of your shoulders Becca leaned her face on.

"Baby doll you're making us nervous here. Dada is too old for this." You knew he tried his best to make light of the situation after hearing the panic crept onto you, but the strain in his voice betrayed him. "Baby doll, are you hurt? Did anybody hurt you, tell Dada, I'll--"

Then, as if her lips found her small voice from within, you would've all missed it if not for the quietness and panic surrounding the room.

"Dada."

"What's that, baby?" You now were able to pry her face away from your neck and take her appearance in. Her eyes bloodshot, nose now resembles a ripe apple, cheeks flushed, it reminded you of the time Bucky wakes from his nightmares. Again, your heart felt nothing but great deal of sadness, your Becca is so distraught.

"What's with Dada, baby?"

"Dada don't love me anymore." She whispered, looking down the floor.

Bucky and you looked at each other, bewildered by her confession. You pressed a small kiss on her forehead before locking your hands with your husband's, he took it as a sign to come nearer. Becca flinched upon feeling Bucky near her and clinged to your arms tightly.

"Baby--" Bucky heaved a sigh. He sure needs every air he could take. "who told you I don't love you? Remember, daddy fights bad guys so you will be safe?" He then took her from your lap and put Becca on his, wrapping her in his strong arms. "Because daddy loves you." Then he pressed a gentle kiss on Becca's forehead and cheeks.

"But--" Bucky looks at her gently, prompting her to continue. "you cried... There..." her right arm and index finger shooting towards the screen you were watching at from awhile ago.

You felt everybody sigh in relief. It was a huge misunderstanding indeed, but it was also one of the most innocent moments all of you have ever seen in your entire lives.

"You see, baby doll." You took note of how Bucky's metal hand went to fingercomb his hair, you know he's got this by now, you know he's relieved too, knowing that his daughter is actually alright. "Daddy cried because I'm proud of you." He gave Becca a huge smile.

"Proud? What's it?" Becca queried.

"Erm--" Maybe he didn't got it that much...

"is good thing, daddy?"

"Yes it is." There, the oh so bright and famous smile Becca is known for makes its way back to her lips. As if in-sync, everyone did the same.

"Do you want to know how much Dada loves you?" The mischeviousness coating your husband's voice is enough to make Becca squeal in delight as she runs away from him and sought help from her aunts and uncles, few minutes passed before Bucky caught her and blew raspberry kisses on her, making her giggle for quite some time.

"Okay! Who's up for the ice creams?!" Tony exclaimed from the dining room.

"Imma race you there, baby doll. Imma finish your Uncle Tony's ice cream!" Bucky tried annoying his daughter. This usually makes you wonder if you married a child beneath a man's body.

"No!" Becca did nothing but whine before they both sprint out of the Audio-Visual room. From there, you heard Becca squeals again; she won. Of course, Bucky let her win. If you're being honest though, Bucky can never win against Rebecca, you can only shake your head on the fondness of the idea before following your daughter and husband's voices calling for you and the others to join their ice cream feast.

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princessofthedarkrealm · 7 years

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Stroke of Midnight- Chapter 3 (Pennywise x reader)

The rain had lasted all through the night and continued on to the next day. It was a Saturday, so you didn't have to go to work. Unfortunately that meant sitting around the house, which just made it worse for your paranoid, sleep deprived brain. There was no way Pennywise had been with you in your mom's house the night before. It just wasn't possible. And the balloons? It was just too much. By mid-morning you had decided you had driven yourself crazy long enough. You called the Denbroughs to make sure they were home. Uncle Zach was at work, but Aunt Susan was home with the boys. Aunt Susan told you Bill was sick—a perfect time to bring him the book you had bought him over a week ago.

You grabbed the book where it had been nestled on the small bookshelf in your living room, threw on your blue raincoat, and headed out the door. You couldn't remember if Bill already had The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, but it had been a decent price and you knew Bill wouldn't complain.

You drove down the rain drenched streets towards your Aunt and Uncle’s house. You were totally lost in thought when you saw a big yellow object on your left down the road. You squinted your eyes at it.

“What in the world,” you mumbled.

As you got closer, you saw that it was a boy in a yellow raincoat crouched down in front of a sewer drain. You slowed down to a stop and rolled down your window. Raindrops pelted the inside of the car door.

“Do you need any help?” you called out.

The boy turned and glanced towards you. His face was partially obstructed by his yellow hood, but he looked very familiar.

“Georgie?” you called again.

“Y/N,” he said in a downcast voice.

The inside of your car was starting to get wetter, including you.

“Georgie, what are you doing out here?”

“I lost my boat. Bill made it for me.” His little voice was so distraught it broke your heart.

“I’m sure he can make you another one, honey.”

“But this one was special,” Georgie whined.

You were starting to feel desperate. “Georgie, please get in. It’s pouring out here. You know Bill’s not gonna be mad.”

Georgie lowered his head in defeat. Then he jumped as if startled by something. He stood and turned towards you. In his hand was a paper boat. You stared in shock. How had he gotten it? You didn’t see him reach down into the drain, and even if he did, he would have had to have Inspector Gadget arms to reach it. He ran towards your car and you reached back to unlock the door for him. You quickly rolled up your window. Your car was definitely going to have a little smell to it once it dried.

“Now. Happy?” you asked Georgie once he had settled down.

“Uhhuh.” Georgie nodded eagerly. “I didn’t think he was going to give it back.”

You had just started to take off, but then slammed on your brake.

“What? Didn’t think who was going to give it back?” you asked slowly.

“Nobody. I was just kidding.” Georgie lowered his gaze sheepishly.

Your gaze shot to the storm drain. All was dark within. You didn’t even wait to see if you would see movement and hit the gas.

“Yeah you were just joking, right?” Your hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and glanced at Georgie in the rearview mirror.

He nodded. “Yeah. Sorry.”

You took a deep breath. “It’s ok, bud.” You let out a nervous laugh, acting like you were playing along. “You did get me good though.” You glanced back at Georgie again. He was fiddling with his boat. You pulled up in front of his house.

“Hey, Georgie, can you do me a favor?”

You turned around to look at him.

“Sure,” he said. You smiled. He was such a sweet kid.

You didn’t know what to say. There was a pretty good chance that it was Pennywise he had seen in the sewer drain, but you didn’t want to scare him more than he probably already was.

“Be careful alright. Don’t go crawling into places where you can get hurt or stuck.”

“I won’t,” Georgie said. He opened the door and left. You watched him go in the house, but you didn’t go in just yet. Something really strange was going on in Derry. You didn’t know who Pennywise was or what his game was, but you were determined to find out.

******

Pennywise’s breath quickened as he listened to the car drive off. Away. He had let the boy get away. Y/N. She had been there. The boy knew her. He had let him get away. And he had let him have his stupid boat back. He was slipping up. Because of her. Pennywise closed his eyes. He could still feel the softness of your cheek, of your hair. He had to see you again. To get you alone. To talk to you. To- He felt his claws protract. He had to feed soon. He was beginning to feel weak.

“Soon, my pretty doll. I’ll see you soon. And this time, there will be no denying my presence.”

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Cinderella defiantly stared down Lady Tremaine. "What bothers you more, stepmother? That I am common or that I am competition?"

"Why nothing about you bothers me anymore, stepdaughter." Lady Tremaine spit out the last word as if it were poison. "When the prince gets here, he will ask for Anastasia's hand in marriage. And you will still be nothing more than the servant girl."

"Then I will remain so gladly," Cinderella responded. "And someday Henry will see you for the snakes you are."

Lady Tramaine shrugged. "Royalty does not believe in divorce, dear. Now if you will excuse me..." she jingled set of keys she held. "I have a prince to go meet." She opened the door with a smirk and waved. "Ta ta." She closed the door behind her and locked it. Cinderella slowly sank into her chair. And as grief began to overtake her, she buried her face in her hands and wept.

"And... that's a wrap!" Mrs. Tunstall, the director, shouted from the front row.

You stood up as Mrs. Laura came back across the stage, key ring still in her hand and a huge grin across her face. The two of you embraced.

"Ohh you were great," Mrs. Laura crooned.

"Me?" You said as you pulled apart from each other, your own face lit up. "I wouldn't be anywhere without you. The villain makes the backbone of the show."

"Oh stop." Mrs. Laura playfully slapped you on the shoulder. "You're too modest."

She went to talk to someone and you went to find your "step-sisters". You all talked and laughed as the three of you went change out of costume and then you said your goodbyes and took off for home.

It was a little after 8, so twilight was just giving way to night. Your stomach rumbled. It would have to be a seek-and-find dinner tonight. It was Monday, so work had been busy; and theatre practice had let out late, so you really didn’t feel like cooking.

The streets were quiet except for your footsteps on the pavement. You were starting to get nervous. Usually you had loved walking home after dark, but now… Soon you reached the alley where you had seen Pennywise the other day, and stopped. Should you really pass by there in the dark by yourself? You stood, weighing your decision. That had been five days ago. If he wanted to hurt you, surely he would have done it by now. You blew a breath out through your mouth and started walking.

You were about half way down when you heard a noise behind you, like something bang against a trashcan. You turned around. You waited for a few seconds, but didn’t hear anything else, so you started on your way again. This time you heard a rustling sound close by. And then another sound behind you. You turned around and gasped.

A man stepped out from a dumpster. You whirled around as another vaulted over the chain length fence to your left. You started backing up the way you came. As you did, you glanced over your shoulder and saw a third man coming behind you from that direction. You were trapped.

You turned to face the dumpster man, and the one behind you grabbed you. You screamed and started trying to fight him off.

“Ooh she’s a feisty one, isn’t she?” dumpster guy leered at you. “Looks like we’re gonna have fun with her.”

The one holding you covered your mouth and tightened his grip. Dumpster guy came at you and started pawing at you, your chest, your stomach. You screamed against the hand over your mouth, but it just came out muffled. You moved your mouth around and finally got some leverage with your teeth and bit down. The man hollered and removed his hand from your mouth.

“Pennywise!” The name ripped from your throat before you can stop it. Dumpster guy started to pull up your shirt and you spit in his face.

“Bitch!” He slapped you across the face, making your head go sideways. He grabbed for you again and you closed your eyes. In two seconds, his weight was off of you. You opened your eyes and stared in shock. A large white figure loomed before you. He was holding your attacker up in the air, the man’s feet dangling. You watched on as the man, which you now noticed was wearing a white clown suit, grabbed your attacker with his other hand and snapped his neck. The man that was holding you let go and he and the other man at the end of the alley took off running into the night.

You started shaking as the clown turned to face you. Her mouth fell open. You had only seen that face once before, but there was no forgetting it. Pennywise. You started to back up slowly down the alley.

“Wh-why did you come?” you stammered.

“Why did I come?” He gestured to himself. “Why did you call?”

You shook your head. “You got here too fast. You were already here.”

"Pretty girls like you shouldn't be out at night. Or in the rain."

You gasped. "It was you. In the sewer drain, talking to Georgie. And the balloons. That was you too."

You could barely make out the grin that now adorned his painted face. "Is it not a custom to exchange...gifts?"

You stared at him, taken aback. "Gifts?"

"A present for a present. A picture for balloons," he said in a giddy voice. "Is that not what pretty girls want?"

You glanced down at the body at his feet. "I don't know what I want. I just know I watched you kill a man."

Pennywise's brow furrowed. "He was going to hurt you. Would you have wanted that?"

“So you’re my savior now? My protector?” you spat.

You backed up farther and he continued to step closer. “I am many things, my dear. A savior…” He let out a creepy giggle as he stepped into the light and you gasped when you saw him clearly for the first time. “…is not one of them.”

He must have been at least six feet tall. His suit was pale gray and looked very old, like from around the Renaissance period. His face was white with bright red lips and a high forehead. His head was topped with wild orange hair.

As you studied him, you saw a light out the corner of her eye. A man was standing at the end of the alley, shining a flashlight.

“Hey you!” he called.

Pennywise turned towards the newcomer. That was your chance. You turned tail and ran. You kept running and didn’t stop until you reached your house. You sat yourself on the front steps to catch your breath, your heart beating erratically.

The strange and frightening scene you just endured kept playing through your mind. And so many questions kept flitting across your brain, like a scattered flock of crows. Why was Pennywise following you? Why did you call for him in your moment of desperation? And more importantly, why did he think you were important enough to save?

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5lbsofsmarties · 6 years

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You Made Life a Song: Chad James

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The actual ceremony itself was beautiful and sweet, from what you could recall. All you really saw or heard was Chad, and that was really enough. The two of you had waited quite some time to be there and all that mattered was that he was there in front of you, holding your hands, and vowing to be there forever.

At the reception, while waiting to be announced, you stood next to Chad and gripped his hand tightly as if afraid that if you let go you’d wake up and you wouldn’t have actually gotten married. You felt a tug on the skirt of your dress and looked down to see Sutton looking up at you. With a smile, you let go of Chad’s hand, and reached down to pick her up and prop her up on your hip.

“What’re we waiting for, mama? My feet hurt,” she complained, laying her head on your shoulder.

You laughed and pressed a kiss to her hair, “Soon they’re going to call us in and we’re going to go smile and sit.”

“C’mere, button,” Chad said holding his arms out and taking her from you, “We talked about this, remember? When we go in, me and your mom are going to dance and then we’re all going to eat some dinner and then your Uncle Sam and Aunt Lindsay are going to talk, then mama and your uncle are going to dance, then me and my mom… and then me and you!”

She narrowed her eyes back at Chad and for a moment, had you not known that Chad wasn’t her biological father, you’d have felt compelled to mention how that was such a Chad face.

Reluctantly, she nodded her head and squirmed out of Chad’s arms to stand on the ground in front of the both of you. “This seems like an awful lot of work just to tell people you got married,” she said with an eye roll. From beside Chad, Sam let out a laugh and held out a hand to give Sutton a high-five. “Amen, little sister,” he chuckled before slapping Chad affectionately on the shoulder.

The wedding coordinator popped out from the main room and clapped her hands with an overenthusiastic smile, telling you all that they’re ready and to get into the order she’d given earlier. You, Chad, and Sutton were the last ones to enter. She stood between the two of you, holding tightly to both of your hands and you couldn’t help but grin broadly over at Chad as he looked down at her with an adoring look on his face.

When you reached the middle of the dance floor, Sam came up and plucked Sutton up to carry her off to the table; she smiled and waved at the two of you over Sam’s shoulder which just made you laugh softly.

“And now, the bride and groom will have their first dance,” the DJ said into the microphone.

You turned to face Chad and he very quickly took you into his arms as the song “Baby, I’m Yours” by Arctic Monkeys started to play over the sound system. You allowed one of your hands to come up to rest on Chad’s shoulder while the other slid into his own hand. You looked up at him and let out a happy sort sigh as the two of you began to sway.

“How’re you holding up?” he asked with a chuckle.

You nodded your head and smiled, “Good… Starving, but good.”

Chad laughed and shook his head as he pulled back enough to spin you and pull you back to him. When you had brought up dance lessons a few months ago, Chad had scoffed at the suggestion but it seemed like he had gone back on his first reaction. You bit down gently at the side of your lower lip and glanced over Chad’s shoulder to see Sutton was sitting in Sam’s lap watching the pair of you rather intently but with a truly happy smile playing across her face.

“I don’t tell you enough… but thank you for loving her as much as you love me,” you said softly, glancing back at Chad.

He looked at you gave a small smile, “It’s hard not to. Besides, most people already say she’s mine.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

Chad chuckled lowly and once again spun you slowly, crossed his arms over and pulled you back to him; he placed a small kiss to your cheek when you settled back into his arms. “We were out at the store the other night and an old lady said something to her about how pretty she was and how she looked so much like her daddy,” he said with a shrug. You could tell that he was trying to play it off like it wasn’t a big deal, but you knew that he absolutely loved it.

Sutton had him wrapped around her little finger from the beginning.

The song drifted to an end; you and Chad shared a kiss before he led you back to the table. Before you had even sat down, you spotted Sutton squirming out of Sam’s lap and rushing over. He purple and gold brocade dress shone in the soft lights and you could hear the gold tulle rustling as she got closer. She all but climbed up into your lap and gave you a big hug, which you happily returned.

Dinner and speeches seemed the go by in a flash, which you were not completely thrilled with since it seemed like every time you sat down to eat someone else was heading over to talk and hug. But, thankfully, Chad saw your face and quickly intervened, allowing you some time actually eat something before you had to get up and dance with your brother.

After Chad had finished dancing with his mom, Sutton bounded up to the DJ’s booth and was promptly handed a microphone.

“Hi everyone,” she greeted, waving and beaming.

You leaned over to Chad and whispered, “She’s such a little cheeseball.”

He nodded and laughed before he pressed a kiss to your temple. Sutton took a deep breath and you couldn’t help but smile at her.

Chad could only laugh loudly and shake his head; he started to stand up and kissed you quickly on his way up to the dance floor. Sutton handed the mic back to the DJ and all but run across the floor to Chad who scooped her up and held her tight as the music started. She hadn’t even told you what song she picked so you were very curious.

Through the speakers, you heard the beginning to “I Don’t Need Anything But You” from the 2014 Annie soundtrack, and you were sure you were going to cry.

“Together at last; Together forever. We’re tying a knot, they never can sever…”

You could see Chad laugh as he held her closer and started to sway with Sutton, her hands resting at his shoulders. You had never seen two people who loved each other as much as the two of them; from the moment you introduced them, it was obvious that Chad was going to be the one if not for you, but for her.

You sniffled and wiped at a tear that had slipped past your eye and down your cheek as you watched the two of them; you looked around the room and saw a few people doing the same thing. Suddenly, there was a hand on your shoulder and a handkerchief in front of your face. You looked up to see Sam slipping into Chad’s vacated seat and you took the cloth from him, murmuring your thanks as you dabbed at your eyes.

“I don’t think I’ve seen Chad this happy in a while,” he said, sipping at his drink.

You nodded and looked over at him, “I haven’t see Sutton smile like that, ever.”

“Y’know, Y/N,” Sam said, grinning at you, “I’m glad Chad found you. He’s my best friend and yeah, I give him shit a lot but… you and Sutton are great and I’m really happy for you guys.”

You cooed and leaned over to kiss Sam’s cheek, “Don’t be getting soft on me now, Mitchell.”

He could only laugh and roll his eyes before he playfully shoved at your shoulder. “Fuck off, Y/N James,” he grinned and waggled his eyebrows at you as he stood up. You watched as he walked off back to his table and looked back just as the song was ending. Sutton wrapped her arms tightly around Chad’s neck and hugged him for all she was worth before she ran off towards you.

You just barely had time to react and pick her up before she barreled into you.

Chad came back and took his seat next to you, letting out a happy sort of sigh as he did so. The photographer came in front of the table and smiled at the three of you. “Can I get a few of you three together real quick?” she asked. Sutton scurried across your lap and settled in Chad’s before she smoothed out her dress and smiled toothily at the camera.

You could only laugh and roll your eyes; this little family was going to be just fine.

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Just Thought I’d Check in on My Beloved - Pt 7

Marriage suited Benvolio and Rosaline far better than anyone could have expected. Livia followed them into their new home, and had truly blossomed since being restored to her proper station as a lady. While Verona still had a long road of mending ahead before true peace would be established, Rosaline had been shocked to see that even the Lords Montague and Capulet had started to work together instead of against one another. Everything had truly started to fall into place; she’d grown accustomed to running her own home, Benvolio had established himself well now that he was out from under his uncle’s oppressive thumb (and the God-awful reputation that once followed him), and the pair strengthened their bond with each passing day.

They did not often see one another during the day, when her husband managed Montague business with his uncle and Rosaline worked alongside their staff; the first thing they’d done was ensure any servants sent by their uncles were well-paid and provided for, much to Damiano Montague’s ire. Benvolio ensured that he made it home to her before dinner each night, which they shared with Livia (and oftentimes Count Paris, who had elected to spend a season in Verona...to establish positive trade relations with both the Montagues and Capulets, of course). From there, they would occasionally spend the evening out, visiting the theater, perusing the market, attending formal dinners and balls as expected.

Her favorite time, though, came after they turned in for the evening. When they could both shed their formal etiquette, respectful distance, and the stressors of the day, and just be Rose and Ben. Some nights they would simply relax together, she reading and he sketching or painting, before laying together and enjoying languid exploration. Some nights, they would banter and play, light and carefree, tickling and teasing. Others still, they would collide, burning so hot they could scarcely breathe. It was in these times they learned the most about one another: how to give and take, how to read unspoken emotions and thoughts, and how to come together as one against any challenge.

It had served them well in the months since the wedding; even though the Great Houses were mending fences, and even though they were away from their respective abusers, presenting a united front had been necessary to prove that they were not to be pushed around any longer. Still, from time to time, her aunt and his uncle would make valiant efforts to exert control once more, and it would require an evening of sitting or walking the garden together, whispering soft reassurances and, in blessedly rare occurrences, tending to minor injuries.

Rosaline found herself caught up in the midst of one such evening, and was grateful beyond words for the protective, adoring man stepping up behind her. His presence, his hand sliding around her waist to settle discreetly on her abdomen, gave her the strength to square her shoulders and hold her head high despite her aunt’s raging. Benvolio would not speak, not unless she signaled for him to do so, allowing her to fight this particular battle on her own.

“You have not even been a Montague for six months, and already you carry yourself as one,” Lady Capulet sneered. “You disgrace the Capulet name, sweet Rosaline.”

Rosaline gave her aunt a charming smile as her husband’s fingers twitched against her dress. She reached up to cover his hand with her own, twining their fingers together and leaning subtly against his chest. “While we may possess the name Montague, and while I may have spent too long under your roof, I assure you that how I carry myself has nothing to do with Montagues or Capulets...I am, and shall ever be, a Tirimo at heart, and run my home as such. Now if you would excuse us, it is time we make our way back.”

Benvolio released her waist, and stepped beside her in time to bow as she gave her aunt a curtsey. Together they turned and she tucked her hand into his elbow. As soon as they crossed through the Capulet gates, Benvolio stopped, took her face in both hands, and overwhelmed her with a heated kiss. When he pulled away, she held onto his forearms to keep her steady.

“My beloved Tirimo, you handled that beautifully.” He pressed his warm lips to her forehead, drawing a tender smile from his wife. “She can imply that she will draw Livia back to her house, but she will never succeed.”

Rosaline nodded, and they continued walking once more. “I am well aware...yet confidence in her inability to harm us does little to ease the sting of her words. I…” She sighed heavily, gaze falling to the ground for a moment. “I look forward to the day when they can no longer hold sway on our hearts.”

Benvolio gave her a wry grin. “Speaking from my own vast experience, beloved, part of us will always crave the approval of those who deny it most.”

“I must say, I was rather impressed with how well you restrained yourself, dear husband,” she teased. The smile fell from his lips, and he sent her a mock-wounded look as they made their way into their own manor. “You are getting much better at letting me speak for myself with her.”

He led her directly to their bedroom, and immediately began helping her to untie the laces at the back of her dress. “Can you truly blame me, considering…” His voice wavered, and she wished she could see his face. Her mind flashed back to the first time he’d seen Lady Capulet strike her. It had been before their wedding, she’d been berated ceaselessly for some slight or another, and Benvolio had been brought into the room by a servant just as her aunt had backhanded Rosaline so hard she’d stumbled. Her then-betrothed looked as though might have lashed out at the Lady Capulet, had his hands not been busy steadying Rosaline.

Rosaline settled a hand over her stomach as it fluttered at the memory. It had taken time, and the occasional loving reprimand, to convince him to allow her to stand up to her aunt. She knew it was difficult for him, knew that it took every ounce of self-control to hold his tongue, and she could not have been more proud of him for it. As soon as he’d undone the laces and slid the dress off of her shoulders, she turned and threw her arms around his neck. Benvolio caught her easily and held her close. Rosaline took a moment to revel in the strength of his embrace, the tender way he cradled her head against his shoulder. She could not deny that his protective nature could feel overbearing at times, particularly of late...but she knew it was borne of devotion and boundless love. “Her words might sting, but they do not linger for long because I have you to chase them away.”

“Always,” he responded with intense conviction. An affectionate smile tugged at her lips, and she drew back just far enough to kiss him.

“Undress and come to bed, my love. It has been a long day that I would very much like to forget.” With a smooth step backwards, Rosaline left her husband chasing her lips with his own, and giggled at the indignant pout he wore when he failed to catch her. Feigning disinterest, she settled herself onto their bed and opened the book on her nightstand. Fabric rustled for a moment before the mattress dipped...though not alongside her as she expected. It tested her willpower to keep the book up so that she could not watch him.

Benvolio gathered the hem of her shift in his hands, and it was drawn up slowly over her legs. Only when it reached the underside of her breasts did he stop and lay it down against her skin. His knees slid between her legs, nudging them wide enough so that he could settle the weight of his nearly-naked body between them. Finally curiosity won out, and she returned the book to her nightstand. "Ben," she chuckled, “what are you doing?”

He did not look at her as he tucked his arms under her back and turned to rest his ear gently just below her navel, eyes closed peacefully. Once again her stomach fluttered, and a blissful smile crossed her husband’s handsome face. “Just thought I’d check in on my beloved.”

The breath caught in Rosaline’s chest, and tears blurred her vision. She reached down to run her fingers lovingly through his hair. Never had that phrase, evolved as it had become over the course of their relationship, held such wonder...never had it meant so much more. “Oh,” she whispered, drawing his gaze to her without lifting his head. The sea of blue staring up at her held the same overwhelming mix of feelings swirling inside of her, and she smiled. How had she come to be so blessed? “Come to me, husband.”

Benvolio complied without a word, but first pressed a loving kiss to the barely-there swell of her belly. She hummed in contentment when their beloved fluttered yet again, as if in response to his (or her!) father’s affection.

I hope you liked this one! It's definitely one of my favorites!

For now, I have written all of the ideas that I had for this particular set. I've got a few one-shot ideas and I think I am going to add on to my multichapter fic (What Matters), but I would love it if you guys have some more "just thought I'd check in on my beloved" scenes that you want to see! Thank you so much for all of the love this story has gotten, it means more than I can say!!

#still star crossed #ssc fanfiction #rosvolio #rosaline x benvolio #rosaline montague ;)#rosaline capulet #benvolio montague #i will go down with this ship #abc can fight me if they don't give us closure #just sayin

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dydturktek · 5 years

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Warrior, Healer, Love associated with Life 'Words held in the mouth

Warrior, Healer, Love associated with Life ‘Words held in the mouth

My spouse and i miss,

I just miss,

My spouse and i miss.

Hesitant my phrases will overflow

I mouthful my lips.

My eyes ache.

Fearful the cry in my eyes

will become nostalgia together with spill,

carefully,

I think about the sky.

Empty sky. ‘

– Very own grandmother’s poems

As long as I’m able to remember, my favorite grandmother (Halmuni in Korean, the true solution I handle her) has loved existence. Life, within the various manifestations: flowers, trees, weeds, wildlife, dogs. I became born in to a family having one pet. But sometime, or for many things throughout my well being, new dogs kept acting in Halmuni’s house, and by the time As i moved to help Thailand at age nine, I had been living in a lot of things with 9 dogs. Just one dog for one year. Halmuni would go walking her bit countryside neighborhood whenever your lover had moment, admiring the actual sweeping via golden almond paddies rustled by the wind turbine. She has at all times walked using a little manipulate in your ex back, browsing the ground she walks regarding; she isn’t going to want to pass up a single possiblity to spot, identify, and enjoy little areas of wild flowers. Sometimes, My spouse and i walked with her too, reversing her actions. When we observed paw designs left while in the concrete of your road previously it had place, we asked yourself together precisely what animal it may possibly have been. My opinion was a doggie. Hers, the tiger. At 60, your woman had the wilder creative thinking than a 90 years year old. From some time during the stroll, a stray dog seems. It looked up at Halmuni and observed. Just used, without a footprint of doubtfulness of who else she was or wherever she was initially going. Halmuni kept strolling, walking, followed straight back home, and if your new puppy was still at this time there, it achieved it00 there to sleep in. The fourth time this taken place, I researched at the girl like a little one in amaze because I used to be. Maybe it’s not so much that she adores life, still that it loves her. Everyday living reaches near her because if she had been light. Animals follow your ex and fatten under the girl care; indoor plants flourish, even when they are heading back from simply being half dead. Halmuni will save you and heals, saves in addition to heals.

As much as she is any healer, nancy a warrior. When my very own aunt, our mom’s elderly sister, within high school, your lover got addicted to reading comic book heroes. She copied them through the comic book store together with shared them with her good friends, flipping with them voraciously. The only problem was, this girl read these folks at classes. Not throughout classes, but during noiseless study time from 7-11 PM.

‘She was innovative, your mother, ‘ claims Halmuni. ‘She set the girl textbook upright vacuum, then put the comic book within her publication so that in the front, the actual teacher notion she was studying. The best way smart. Why didn’t I do think of that at school? ‘

In due course, my sister got caught. She was initially treated just as one organized criminal leader rebelling against the sacred silent analyze period. Any time my halmuni caught statement of this, the woman didn’t discipline my cousin. Instead, the girl marched on the school, herb printed shirt and colorful drawstring trousers flying outside behind the girl, and taken care of my aunt.

‘What is really so wrong by girls enjoyable themselves through comic books? It’s not like they may about intercourse! They’re just simply innocent absolutely love stories! Really 11PM the actual! Silent study is basically sparetime, for God’s sake, what amount of of the child’s everyday life do you want to deal with? ‘

In that case, she met with all the moms of the young ladies involved in the circumstance and billed them plan the belief that of course , she has been right. Halmuni was famous after that. When my mom followed around for the same institution seven years later, then my grand uncle, two years after that, all the college knew which they were dealing with a warrior.

That is definitely what Halmuni always has been for me, as well. Her weapon of choice was thoughts, usually spoken (sometimes yelled), but when I had been growing up, the girl also wielded a write. Halmuni was a prolific poet warrior and even her challenge was to possess her tone heard as the woman. Nonetheless last summer time, I went back home that will Korea to that the girl wasn’t generally a soldier. She termed me towards bedroom someday when I was basically looking by way of her quality recipes with the grandfather to choose what to currently have for dinner. Actually entered the area, she has been sitting on the ground as the lady usually is certainly, looking at pictures from a frayed looking field. I had never spotted this common box before.

My spouse and i sat cross punch legged in front of her and asked, ‘What’s this? ‘

‘This is actually my family, ‘ she answered, not finding out about. She turned a photograph near in my track. I saw not one but two little girls together with two aged boys, mother and father, and a nanna. Halmuni pointed out the elderly girl to me. ‘That’s all of us, ‘ this lady said, ‘And that’s this little sis, my inlaws, my parents, and my mom. ‘

‘But you don’t have any kind of sisters. You have one elderly brother, ‘

‘I used to have a little sibling, and a further brother, very, ‘ Halmuni touches typically the tiny white or black photograph while she says the. The image is seeped in age, curling round the edges. Their finger sweeps the short hair of her brothers, stopages on the common Korean clothing that what she grandmother is wearing. Halmuni delicately begins a story about your ex family, ahead of this family group. A family My partner and i forgot your woman must have acquired, because the lady was generally so primarily the matriarch of acquire.

We were born equally Korea was basically liberated through Japan. Previous to I could perhaps comprehend i was Korean, another warfare broke available. There were zero enemies, though, non-e i always could find out: everyone during this war was Korean. There seemed to be no Japoneses armor just about anywhere, but individuals were dying alright. I was 6 in 1950. I lived with our grandma, mother and father, my couple of older friends, one twenty and one eight, and a bit sister, who has been a baby. My parents were always out carrying out things and so i was catered for by my grandma. I realize now that these were socialists, very prominent while in the political world. But in that political ballpark where there was only communists and democrats, there was fewer room for socialists. I recall my elder brother going back home someday looking paranoid, and he smiled and told me that he was going to save all of our parents. We learned in the future that he traveled to jail on my mom and even dad for their political hobbies, but… that will didn’t mean my parents were being safe. My partner and i never noticed any of them for a second time. My earliest brother, my friend, or my dad.

We had for you to. The Soviet army was basically coming Southern. My aunt was a baby. My grandmother wrapped your girlfriend in a umbrella at home. All of us couldn’t take her. Very own grandma, I believe, knew your baby wouldn’t pull through the alpage, anyway. It was cold. I just shined typically the shoes for blonde-haired troopers for sweet and periodontal disease. I mastered my primary English statement then. Chocolates.

By the time we got to a relative’s house more South, it absolutely was just my cousin and us.

We gape at my grandmother who have now looks like she basically jumped away from a history guide. More pictures come out of which box, considered one of her mother and father, another resumewriter one for her most well-known brother, is actually every one, she seems deeper and out of the park away from people, floating to impress her back in some sort of lake associated with memories. Still I feel more close to her, overly, in more techniques than I possess known prior to my grandma is not just our grandmother. Previously that, this lady was a little girl, an orphan, a girlfriend, a woman. She is healer, warrior, significant other of the light and existence, full of energy source and ambiance. I think about where everything life hails from. I question whether I would have the ability to pour a great deal of love within the world basically came from any of a new loss. My spouse and i wonder what she aspirations at night, I wonder what exactly her hands and fingers think if they hold excavation, my epidermis taut along with soft without having made it three winter seasons with no equipment, unlike my favorite grandmother’s, who also only received her own grandmother’s hands to place hers through the cold.

Halmuni is healer, warrior, significant other of the gentle and everyday living. And the woman with a survivor.

‘Life is although

one long exclamation place! ‘

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imma do as much of the veleveteen rabbit as ican from memory while in pf class and also sleeb depribed wsih me lucj

here was a velveteen rabiit and int he beginning he was really splended. he was fat and bunchy as a rabbit should be, his coat was spotted brown ans whute, he had real thread whiskers, and his ears were lined with ppink satin. on christmsa morning whe he sat wedgned in the top of the boys stocking with a sprig of holly between his paw, the effect was charming. there were ohter things in the stocking; nuts and ornages and a toy enigine and chocolate almonds and a clockwrk mouse. but the rabbit was quite the best of all. for at aleast two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and there was a great rustling of tissue paper and unwrapping of parcels and in the exccitedment of looking at all the new presents the veleveteen rabbit was forgottin. christmas morning. for a long time, the rabbit slept in the cupboards or on the nursery floor and noone thought very much about him. he was naturally shy, and being only made of velveteen, soem of the other toys quite snubbedhim.the mechanical toys were very superior, and looked down upn everyone else. they were full of modern ideas and pretended they were real. the model boat, who had lived through two seasons, caught the tone from them and never mised an opportunity to refer to his rigging in technical terms. the rabbit couldnt claim to be a model of anything, for he didnt know that real rabbots existed. he thought they were all made of sawdust like himself, and he understood that sawdust waas very out of date and should never be mentioned in modern circles. even timothy, the jointed wooden lion who was made by the disabled soldieres and should have had broader views, put on airs and preteneded to be connected to government. between them all, the rabbit was made to feel very insignificant and commonplace. the only personn that was nice to him at all was the skin horse. the skin horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of hte otehrs. he was so old that is brown coat was bald in patches and showed teh seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. he was wise, for e had seen a long succession of toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by and by break their main springs and pass away, and he knew they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else, for nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the skin horse understand all about it. "what is real" asked the rabbit one day whiel they were laying side by side near the nursery fender befoe nana came to tidy the room. "does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stickout handle" "real isnt how you are made" said the skin horse. "its a thing that happens to you. when a child loves you for a long time, not just to play with, but really loves you, then you become real." "does it hurt" asked the rabbit "sometimes" replied the skin horse, for he was always truthful. "when you are real, you don't mind being hurt." "does it happen all at once, like being wound up," asked the rabbit, "or bit by bit?" "it doesnt happen all at once" said the skin horse. "you become. it takes a long time. thats why it doesnt happen often to toys who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. but these things dont matter at all, because once you are real, you cant be ugly, except to those who dont understand"

okokok that;s all i can do from memory but can you tell that i love ove lvoe the velveteen rabbit akdhalsk

#the velveteen rabbit #margery williams

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