Whenever you die, you have the ability to reincarnate at any point in history with full memories of your past lives. Billions of deaths later, you realize the truth: Every single person in all of history is your past or future reincarnation. You're all alone.
Nubar 24 | Masa Kecil
Aku rindu kala itu, saat masih menjadi pemaaf yang paling ulung. Tidak ada isi kepala yang rumit, kecuali hanya tentang rasa kesal karena waktu bermain telah habis. Nyatanya, menjadi dewasa memang tak seindah dulu
Dalam pelukan ibu aku mengadu manja, menangis terisak dan meminta sebuah benda, itu di masa kecilku.
Dalam pelukan ibu, aku menipu rasa, berkata baik-baik saja, menutupi tangis dengan tawa, agar ibu tak ikut terluka, itu di masa kiniku.
Waktu kecil ayah sering memarahiku karena tak pandai membaca. Waktu kecil ibu sering memarahiku karena tak pandai menulis. Kini aku sudah bisa membaca dan menulis. Aku membaca diri di cermin dan menulis luka yang ayah dan ibu berikan semasa kecil.
Dengan sifatku yang acap kali menutup diri dan tidak suka diganggu, aku tidak perduli dengan tanggapan mereka terhadapku. Kata orang tuaku, aku harus belajar, dan Aku berpikir bahwa untuk menanggapi hal tadi sama saja dengan membuang-buang waktu.
Dulu, yang aku tahu semua orang itu sifatnya protagonis. Namun sekarang, sepertinya Aku lah si antagonis yang pertama kukenali.
Semakin dewasa semakin rumit terasa. Rasanya banyak hal yang menjadi pertimbangan ketika harus mengungkapkan rasa. Tak bisa seperti waktu kecil dulu yang dengan mudahnya kita tertawa lepas saat bahagia dan menangis dengan bebas tanpa mengkhawatirkan apa-apa.
Jika mesin waktu ada, aku ingin kembali ke usia delapan, saat ayah dan ibu masih saling cinta.
Aku rindu saat dimana aku pura-pura tertidur dan Ayah dengan sigapnya membopongku ke tempat tidur. Aku rindu saat dimana aku ingin makan ini itu dan Ibu dengan cekatannya membuatnya untukku.
Masa-masa dimana seluruh indera tajam merekam semua kenangan. Curangnya saat memori memutar itu semua hingga terasa sesak di dada.
Aku merasa bebas. Kerikil kehidupan tak membuatku lemah. Segala tantangan kulakukan penuh semangat. Kesulitan dihadapi tanpa ragu. Semua seakan menjadi masa indahku. Masa yang selalu kurindukan. Diriku di masa itu, hai?
Yang kurindukan hanya dulu, di mana aku belum mengerti apapun tentang dunia ini. Masa di saat semuanya terasa begitu seru, tanpa beban dan kekhawatiran.
Seringnya, masa kecil membuatku iri. Sebab mengenangnya, menjadikanku hanya ingin kembali ke masa-masa dulu; dunia yang penuh kepolosan.
Hei! Kamu pernah melewati hari dimana kamu ga begitu peduli apa yang akan mendatangimu atau apa yang akan melewatimu. Kamu hanya fokus pada bagaimana kamu jalani hari demi harinya dengan begitu 'hangat', tidakkah kamu ingin kembali menjadikan 'rumahmu' yang sekarang seperti 'rumahmu' yang dulu? Meskipun lingkupnya sempit tapi hangatnya menjalar sampai keseluruh sisi, itukan yang membuatmu senyum ketika mengingatnya?
Sedari kecil dirutinkan untuk selalu bangun dini hari karna mendampingi ibu dan melambaikan tangan serta memberikan harapan titipan saat turut menghantarkan ayah pergi mencari nafkah. Ah, mengingat itu semakin menggebu rindu di kalbu.
Memang benar hal yang pernah aku mimpikan semasa kecil ialah cepat-cepat menjadi dewasa. Dimana aku tak perlu repot memikirkan hal rumit. Tertawa lepas sana sini. Lucunya baru ini aku menyadari bahwa menjadi dewasa itu terkadang tak seindah waktu kecil.
Kenangan manis pada masa kecil tak dapat kulupakan, dimana belum banyak kehilangan serta kekecewaan. Perihal hidup, beban yang ada di kepala hanya sebatas pr matematika. Tidak seperti dewasa, yang perlu jatuh, bangun menghadapi kerasnya dunia.
Tak ada yang bisa ku ceritakan. Tak ada juga yang ingin aku kenang, meski mengendap dalam ingatan namun rasanya telah hilang.
Masa kecil kita sama. Lugu dan seenaknya.
Mungkin bedanya, hanya ada satu sayap yang membawaku mengangkasa.
Saat kita masih berseragam merah putih kamu berjanji akan selalu ada di sampingku sampai kapan pun ternyata, setelah kamu dewasa kamu melupakan segalanya; melupakan kenangan manis kita dulu.
Kala itu, aku berimajinasi seluas angkasa, merangkai setiap bait mimpi, menjelma menjadi pahlawan terhebat di muka bumi. Mengharapkan setiap angan tertuju pada sasaran. Indahnya kala itu, tanpa terpikir panjang terasa angan sampai pada tujuan. Detik ini aku tersadar, bahwa mimpiku tak seindah itu, rasaku tak mampu sampai dan harapku pupus setengah jalan.
Waktu itu, aku ingin kembali.
Ketika kita tidak mengenal rasa ragu dan apapun yang diinginkan terasa akan terwujud.
ketika aku berada di pangkuan ayah ibu,
Aku dimanjakannya, kasih sayang mereka ia taburkan untukku.
Aku nakal, mereka tetap sabar dan menasehatiku.
Merawat diriku, hingga bertumbuh,
Menjagaku tanpa kenal lelah,
Memelukku dengan kehangatan.
Aku rindu kebersamaan itu, andai saja momen itu bisa hadir kembali.
Tapi itu hanya sebuah angan, karna semesta lebih mencintai ayahku, aku pun harus mengikhlaskan kepergiannya.
Masa kecil. aku memutar netra lalu tenggelam dalam kubangan asa. Mereka menceritakan indahnya, dan aku ragu untuk menulis apa? Apa yang mesti kutulis, sedangkan masa kecil-ku abu tak memiliki warna untuk kulukis, tidak memiliki tawa untuk kuceritakan betapa indahnya. Aku manusia kecil yang sering menunduk pasrah di sudut itu, menutup mata karena takut tapi mencari celah untuk melihat karena penasaran. Serumit itu, aku kecil sering bertanya tentang apa, bagaimana dan mengapa? tapi tak seorang-pun berkenan tuk hadir apalagi selalu ada, menyediakan bahunya untuk aku bersandar dan bercerita. Aku kecil begitu kesepian, ruang kosong di hatiku masih hampa.
25 Days of CHRIS-mas ( masterlist )
Santa's not in town yet, but my Chris(t)mas spirit is stronger than ever! From the idea of @wiypt-writes, this is a collection of imagines of Chris Evans' characters (hence the CHRIS-mas in the title). Each one of them will have its own warnings, so always pay attention to those if you do not want to read something you're not entirely comfortable with. ONLY THE LAST ONE-SHOT WILL BE CHRISTMAS THEMED, so you can read the others without being continuously smothered by the holidays!
If you want to participate, just visit @wiypt-writes' profile and you will find all the info you need to try and spend December thinking about Chris Evans for a reason (not that you need one).
I'm sorry to inform you that the fics here will always have a fem!oc or a fem!reader, it's the way I am used to, but if you want me to write with neutral pronouns or male pronouns, I can definitely try!
PEOPLE UNDER 18 ARE NOT ALLOWED!
if you want to read more stories written by yours truly, this is my lovely Masterlist.
1 . Jake Wyler (Not Another Teen Movie)
DAYDREAMING, jake wyler x fem!reader
[ fluff and cringe ]
Jake Wyler never noticed her through high school, but she noticed him. Oh, she did, all right. What happens when she finds out that he not only noticed her but even knew her deepest secret?
2. Kyle (Perfect Score)
OUR PAL IS DOOMED, pumba!kyle x timon,fem!reader
[ fluff and comedy ]
Matty is completely smitten with Francesca. What about Kyle and Y/N? Where does this leave them? The trio is probably going to be forgotten if they do not do something and this cannot happen. This is how Kyle and Y/N try to stop love from blossoming, but it does anyway and not only between Matty and Francesca.
3. Ryan (Cellular)
WHISTLE STOP, robin hood!ryan x fem!reader
[ smut ]
Ryan Ackerman steals from the rich and gives to the poor. He breaks into houses and tries to take as many things as he can to help his people. He always whistles while entering a house to see if someone's inside. One day, he accidentally enters his old employer's house and finally meets his daughter, Y/N, who doesn't call the police but... blows his whistle.
4. Bryce Langley (Fierce People)
I'M KISSING YOU, romeo!bryce x juliet,fem!reader
[ fluff and smut ]
Their families do not want to see them together. It would be a scandal. Centuries of hatred cannot be wiped out by a stupid young love. Except that it can, and it will. Bryce and Y/N know how much their love is worth and they finally decide to act upon it after years of pining for each other.
SKIPPED FOR NOW
5. Johnny Storm (Fantastic Four)
COMIN' UNDER FIRE, johnny storm x grimm,fem!reader
[ smut ]
She is Ben's daughter. She is off-limits. No one is allowed to look at her, touch her, charm her, or kiss her. Let me rephrase that: Johnny isn't allowed to be close to her in any shape or form. If Ben finds out that Johnny did something to his baby girl, he'd kill him and reduce him to ash. Pun intended. But does Johnny care? Not even a little.
6. Syd (London)
SYMPHONY, neighbor!syd x violinist,fem!reader
[ fluff ]
He's moved on from London. He is clean now, he went to rehab and is ready to start his new life. His new neighborhood is full of green areas, dogs and comes with a pretty little thing by the name of Y/N. He always listens carefully to her practicing the violin and he swears he's falling more in love with her each new symphony.
SKIPPED FOR NOW
7. Mace (Sunshine)
THE REASON WHY, james mace x fem!reader
[ fluff and angst ]
!! the reader is dead in this one !!
While on Icarus II, Mace is distracted. Everybody notices, but nobody knows why. In his head, he's thinking about his first love and how she influenced him to choose this path. He still cannot believe that she's not with him anymore. Maybe after this suicide mission, he'll see her again.
8. Harvard Hottie (The Nanny Diaries)
WOLF LIKE ME, dilf!hayden x baby sitter,fem!reader
[ smut ]
The wolf loses the hair but not the vice. Hayden already has had a love story with a nanny, but history always repeats itself. The problem now is that Y/N is not just a random nanny, she's his children's nanny and he definitely can't fall into temptation with her. He knows that Y/N wants him, he can see how her eyes devour him. Now he has to choose what to do, if she's worth it or not.
9. Paul Diskant (Street Kings)
SAVING ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU, paul diskant x lawyer,fem!reader
[ smut ]
They cannot stand each other. Y/N thinks that Paul is an arrogant piece of shit who sadly knows how to do his job and Paul is certain that Y/N exists just to ruin his, otherwise, happy life with her sassy remarks. They often are assigned on cases together and the only way to not constantly butt heads is releasing their tension. They cannot stand each other during the daytime, but during the night... that's when they come to play.
10. Jimmy Dobyne (Loss Of A Tear Drop Diamond)
CIGARETTES BLUES, jimmy dobyne x fem!reader
[ smut ]
Jimmy smokes, he smokes a lot. Always lits up a cigarette. Every free moment is an opportunity to take a drag on his favorite poison. He smokes during lunchtime, while horse riding, while taking a relaxing bath, and while he's receiving the best blowjob of his life. Did I say cigarettes are his favorite poison? Scratch that, she is.
11 Nick Gant (Push)
12 Jake Jensen (The Losers)
13 Lucas Lee (Scott Pilgrim)
14 Mike Weiss (Puncture/Injustice)
15 Steve Rogers (Captain America)
16 Colin Shea (What’s Your Number)
17 Mr. Freezy (The Iceman)
18 Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)
19 Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)
20 Me (Playing It Cool)
21 Frank Adler (Gifted)
22 Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)
23 Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)
24 Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)
25 Chris Evans (as himself!)
Lewis and the Christmas Giant
I invite you, dear reader, to join me in a most peculiar tale. This story cannot be certainly discredited, though one would be hard pressed to confirm its authenticity. Some, upon hearing this tale laugh and shake their head. “Too Ridiculous,” they might say “Too ridiculous to be true.”
Other readers may furrow their brows and say, “Well, perhaps too ridiculous to be entirely true, but I dare not say it is all false.”
There is another kind of reader, though, who will embrace this tale for all that it is worth. That is the kind of reader who waits patiently for Santa, who avoids fairy circles, who delight in seeing other worlds in their bedroom mirror. To that reader may every blessing befall. To all readers who humor this story, may you walk away refreshed, with new Christmas joy in your hearts.
Now, for our story.
Imagine a tiny island in the middle of a vast ocean which does not belong to our world. On this tiny island lived a boy. He was only nine years old, but the dark brooding in his eyes and the heavy, serious mood of his eyebrows seem to belong to a man of fifty-nine, one who had seen altogether too much of life. The boy’s name was Lewis. He laughed seldom and short. His shoulders hunched as if they bore a great weight. He rarely looked up. I will now relate to you the story of how his eyes became young, his laugh jolly, and his shoulders straight.
Lewis lived in a in a hill of debris a few stone throws from the Dwarf Mine of Tisland. What did the dwarves mine? No one knew. He thought it must be Petathiaic, the most precious medal on the whole island. Every day they would come up with wheelbarrels, wagons, and lifts simply overflowing with debris and in one swift motion dumb it upon this hill. What kind of debris? Oh, all kinds! There was Clay, dust, crude rust, screws and nails, copper rings, bags of sand, bags of soft moss long since dried and hairy. The bulk of the hill was wholly artificially now, though its foundation was natural. Years of debris mixed with clay, mud and solid rain had made it sturdy enough to house a small boy in reasonable safety. Here Lewis heard all day the clanging of the Mine Bell, of the singing of the Dwarves, and the infernal din of hammers on stone. This noise came from deep below the ground, several fathoms down. It sounded like the very earth was mumbling, grumbling, crying and fretting.
Late at night, so late it was nearly morning; Lewis’ Dwarf Jin-Haung would come in from the Mine. He was hunched, hungry, and hurried. A short dwarf, he came only to Lewis shoulder. All the same he drove the boy before him like a chained dog. The dwarf was not, one might say ‘cruel.’ He was only very selfish, self-concerned, and self-important. All dwarves are this way. Their heart was created after their heads, their egos before their ethics. Every Night (or early morning) he would bark and snap at his boy. “Go here, Lewis!” “Take That Lewis!” “Bring my such-and-such a thing Lewis.”
Lewis obliged readily. For one thing the Dwarf, though not cruel, had quick and heavy hands and would strike the boy without warning if a task was not done as quickly or as well as Jin-Haung thought it should be done. He had a temper as short as his stature so Lewis was dreadfully careful not to set him off.
During the day Lewis had chores like the rest of the Dwarf boys. He honed and sharpened the big Dwarves’ tools from the day before. He emptied debris onto some of the smaller mounds around the Mine. He worked the watermill to lower ropes down into the darkness. He brought mugs of hot coffee and food down to the Dwarf men when they forgot to come up for it. The coffee and food were made by the Dwarf wives and daughters who were just as sharp, hard and feisty as their husbands and fathers. Well, perhaps not just alike. There was in their attitude a calm serenity their husbands lacked; Other than that, nearly exactly alike.
Lewis did his chores silently. The dwarf children did not speak to him. Many would bully or harass him if he spoke. His language was labored, his accent thick, his words scrambled or incorrectly pronounced. Many times he could not understand the other dwarves either. They spoke too fast. Often their words were too complicated and erratic for Lewis to decipher. He thought he must be very slow and stupid and so, in shame, he kept very silent indeed.
Every night he trudged home in the evening, hat in hand, and would walk to the very edge of the island to look out on the waves until the stars peaked out. Other times, when he had not avoided the bullies, he walked the whole shoreline until he no longer felt like crying.
This tiny island was always cold, even in the midst of summer. Some dwarves said the whole vast sea around them was glacier and their island happened to be in the only warm pocket for many thousands of miles. In the winter bit horrid winds came from the north accompanied by terrible frost and ice-rain, ice-rain that turned to rock-hard snow when it hit the ground. Sometimes in the dead of night it would freeze the very ocean waves mid-crest. During the winter there were terrible blizzards which would build ice walls across hills, trees and holes alike. Several times a year this weather would trap the Dwarves in the Mines for days at a time. The Dwarves did not mind at all. They liked the cold and dark, and there were many air ways so they would not suffocate. Lewis, though, hated the wind and the cold and the ice and would curl into his trundle of a bed and block his ears against the dreadful winter.
Then, of course, there was The Monster.
The Monster came a couple times a year. What a dreadful monster he was! Taller than the volcanic mountain. His great body would blob out hundreds of stars, his long legs could step across a mountainside as easy as we can step across the street. His eyes were flames of flashing, burning coal. His terrible fingers came down like so many pointed teeth, longer the wisps of smoke trailing from the clouds.
When it walked the whole island shook. The waves crashed. The Island’s trees crumbled beneath his trembles. The sun was blocked out and all things turned to darkness like a great eclipse.
The Dwarves hated the monster. They would drive him away with sharp knives, arrows and swords hurled at him. They would light fires in his path. They would use their magic to bring up thick fogs and blind him. Always they drove him back into the ocean, where he would sink beneath the waves. Lewis knew this did not kill him though. He could always see the Monster far away, climbing back out of the sea and disappearing into the horizon.
Once the Dwarves’ set The Monster on fire. Its’ scream was terrible to hear and for days after a peculiar smoke lingered in the air. Lewis would never forget the way it fled the island that foggy morning, flames licking up Its leg, running like a tree on set aflame.
It was the dead of winter. The Dwarves had been iced into their mines for nearly a fortnight – one of the longest entrapments Lewis had ever known. Worse still, a blizzard had blown great ice walls all over the island. Lewis knew he was cut off from the other homes. No one would brave this bitter weather to help him if he need it - Especially not him, the malformed and unnatural dwarf child. He made the best of his loneliness and tried to ignore the howling gale and the ice and the cold. Then, Lewis heard something which chilled him more than the wind outside.
The Monster. It was coming.
Lewis dove beneath the only bit of furniture in the house. The low-resting table he and Jin-Haung sat at for meals. Not now. Not when he was alone and help so impossible to ask for. Not now, please not now!
Closer, so close! It was already on the island, and the men were stuck in the Mine. He knew the Mine would not cave in – it never had and never would for Dwarf magic is too strong – but oh how he wished Jin-Haung was above ground!
Lewis squeezed his eye closed. Go away, he prayed silently. Go away, go away, go away!
But the Thumping went on, and now it was so close Lewis imagined the Monster must be only a few miles away. Oh, where was it? Where was it going? The Thumping grew so loud and terrible Lewis realized the Monster was on his side of the ice-walls. He could hear it breathing. He could hear it’s heart-beat. It was nearly on top of him. He wanted to scream, and his prayer became a shrill whisper. “Make it go away, Make it go away, please make it go away. Don’t let It see me.”
The Thumping stopped. A great heavy hand thumped against the hill. Another drew back the stone in front of the doorway. A face leaned into view. Lewis screamed and bolted to the farthest corner of the hovel. “Go away!” he screamed. “Go away!”
For a moment nothing happened. The wind howled. The ice-walls grew. And the Monster stared at Lewis without blinking. Then he sat down, cross-legged, in front of the door and folded his hands across his lap. He spoke.
“If you really wish me to leave, I will. I do not stay where I am not wanted.”
The voice was not dreadful. Nor was the fact that this Monster could speak. Lewis raised his head a little. “I didn’t know you could talk.”
“Some don’t. Some never learn.”
“Are you going to kill me now?”
“But…. Do you kill things?”
His answers seemed so final that Lewis did not dare continue down this path at that time. Instead he said, “Well then. What do you want from me?”
“I need nothing from you. But I do wish to give you something.”
Lewis had stood up without realizing it. Now he took a step forward. “Monster?”
“I can’t see you well. Mightn’t I come closer?”
“Come as close as you dare. I will not harm you.”
Lewis did. He was still afraid but not so badly afraid as before. The Monster did not seem so terrible when he sat and spoke like this. His voice was not vicious, and he had not tried to kill Lewis yet. Surely he would have tried already. All the same, he stopped half-way to the door.
“Are you frozen, Child?’
“No, Monster. I am only afraid… afraid I can’t go farther.”
“Why are you afraid?”
“You are big and terrible and I am small and week. You are a Monster and I am not.”
“Supposing I wasn’t a Monster?”
Lewis thought. “Perhaps I’d dare come closer.”
“Dare then. For as surely as you are not a Dwarf, I am not a Monster.”
This remark surprised Lewis so much that he did dare. He walked out the door and stood at the Monster’s knee. All the time he looked at his feet and did not raise his head to the frightening face.
“I am here,” he whispered.
“You are here. “ The Monster shifted. “Tell me your name.”
“I’m Lewis.” He hesitated. Then, “And what is yours, Monster?”
“I’m afraid you wouldn’t understand it yet. You may call me The Good Giant.”
“Good Giant.” Lewis was not sure what to say next. “What do you want to show me?”
“The world, and it’s Maker.”
The Good Giant held out his hand. “You may come with me. Or you may stay here in safety. I will not force you to come.”
Lewis climbed into the hand. He had almost forgotten how big the Good Giant was. Speaking to him at had seemed they were the same size. Even now he seemed smaller than he had before when Lewis had seen him streaking across the hills. He plucked up his courage and faced his travel companion.
The face was not hideous, but it was peculiar. Long and narrow, as dark as coal and as rough as leather, with a great beard that dropped down to the Giant’s chest, and a great mane of hair down his back. There was also a many-spiked silver crown on his head, but it was so small and so thin that Lewis almost didn’t notice it. His eyes were as bright fire against all the darkness of his skin. Lewis shivered.
“You are cold.” The Good Giant reached up with his other great hand and pulled a huge scarf from around his neck, many miles long. Lewis was about to protest – to thank the Good Giant but to regretfully reject the offer – when the scarf came around his body as long and as warm as if it were tailor-made to fit him. The Good Giant wrapped it and knotted it so that the ends came down to his toes where they pooled, and the back fell to his ankles. In the front was a fine, wide loop which fell to his knees
“Warm enough now?” Lewis nodded. “Get comfortable than, young child.” The Good Giant stood slowly, boy in hand. Lewis, sitting on his knees with his back against the giants fingers, closed his eyes and tried not to look down.
“Open your eyes.”
So Lewis did. He saw the whole Island spread out beneath him. He saw the mine, buried in ice, twinkling like a studded tower in the moonlight. He saw the shoreline, the waves breaking throw ice, freezing and breaking, freezing and forming, freezing and crashing. He saw hills of stone and walls of ice cutting along them, thin, fragile, and deadly. He saw the snow blowing wildly and he heard the wind. He smelt sea salt. He heard bear trees creaking and groaning in the night. He wondered that he could see everything so clearly. He wondered that he could see anything when it was so dark.
“Hold on tightly, Lewis.” The Giant began to walk.
The whole Island spread out beneath Lewis like a warm, moving map. Each step the Good Giant took was so long and steady it was more like flying than walking. The wind blew wildly past his ears but Lewis was safe and warm in the Good Giant’s palm. He did have a shock when wild spray of water struck him in the face, cold and real and perfect. The next wave that came drenched him all over. They were walking on water! No, they were walking through water. It pooled at the Good Giant’s legs. It splashed and roared, foamed and crashed. Lewis could see ever wave crest, ever icicle forming and fracturing, ever jeweled droplet as it rose in a fury around them. But just as soon as he saw it, there was the whole event in full quick enough to miss and all he saw was wild, untamed water. All he smelt was wild salt. All he felt was free. He laughed aloud. The Good Giant laughed with him.
The water came to an abrupt halt. All around Lewis and the Good Giant were faced with icey jaws of ocean water which might never thaw again. Lewis could not tell if the Giant simply stepped over these obstacles or scaled them in a few massive leaps, but in seconds he was on top. Just as fast the ice fell behind them. They were on a frozen shoreline; thousands of shells mixed with gold sand streaked by them. They were climbing a cliff of stone. They were at the top, overlooking the whole landscape. Looking out, Lewis realized they had just cleared an entire glacier in one leap. He felt strangely sad. He would have liked to see the glacier. As if reading his mind, the Good Giant spoke. “Don’t be sad, young Lewis. We will journey back across the ice when we end our journey. It is too cold now – too cold even with your special sweater. You could not bear it yet. But hearken! – see the island where you live.”
Lewis did see it; A small pebble of green surrounded by a thin strip of moving water, encircled by foaming, spiking ice which stretched for miles upon miles. It was like a stormy whirlpool had frozen in the throes of its motion, but the center had been curiously spared the frost. Stranger still, the center ceased to spin but had begun instead to lap on the Island shore steadily, as sure and as certain as if the rest of the whirlpool had never existed.
“Are you warm enough?”
“Yes,” said Lewis, and it was true. He was perfectly content. In fact, he wasn’t even wet from their watery adventure, though he’d been soaked through more than once. I supposed we’re moving too fast for me to stay wet long, he thought.
“Are you ready to move on?”
“Yes, but –” Lewis faltered. “I don’t really belong to that Island do I, Giant? I mean, I live there but I shouldn’t should I?”
“No you shouldn’t.”
“You said I wasn’t a Dwarf.”
“No, you couldn’t be less of one.” The Giant spoke with a smile on his tone. Lewis chewed his lips. “What am I then?”
“You are a human boy. You belong to a race of creatures that live far, far from here. All across the worlds. Very far.”
“Are we going there?”
“We are going many places this night. Your world will be the last place we visit, the last but one.”
He began to walk again. He didn’t move quite so fast now, (though ‘not so fast’ was still fast) and sometimes he’d pause as if unsure of his direction. The Cliffs by the sea were slick with snow, ice, and frozen mud. The sky was overcast now, no stars but Lewis never lost his vision. He wondered where the light came from by which he could see so well. He fancied it came right from the Giant. How peculiar!
Once when the Giant paused Lewis raised a question.
“Every time you came to the Island, were you coming for me?”
“I came for everyone but I had a special interest in you. I could hear your loneliness. I could feel your isolation” The Good Giant crouched down to begin his decent from the Cliffs. Then Lewis got quite a fright – the Good Giant stepped right off the cliff edge into the sky!
He stepped out of the world as easily as words step off a page. All at once every natural, living noise disappeared. Every sensory movement disappeared. All was still. All was silent. Lewis was sure if he moved from the Giant’s hand he’d be neither warm nor cold. Blackness stretched out in front of the travelers, out and all around them. For a moment the darkness was all Lewis saw. Then distantly, he realized there were stars – stars lived out here! He saw great whirling spirals of violet, green, crimson, orange, and silver; spirals the size of galaxies, spirals that were galaxies. He knew they were all very far away. There was a great deal of blackness to walk through before getting to them. But even here not all was black. He saw streaks of brilliant color as if an artist hand use this dark canvas as a to practice shading and shaping. He saw planets gleaming like jewels. He saw tiny lights streaking past him like fireflies. Some golden. Some silver. Some in colors he couldn’t name.
“It’s starlight on its way to the world’s below.”
The Giant’s voice gave Lewis quite shock. He didn’t think anything could speak out here. He didn’t think anything could exist out here. Already he’d half-forgotten where he was and whom he was with.
The Giant said nothing else. He passed across the sky like an iridescent shadow against the vastness of space. They travelled quickly, and Lewis got the idea that the Giant must have grown. Otherwise they could not move so fast, nor take steps so long, and anyway he could feel they must be bigger, much bigger. Well, it had to be both of them or else Lewis would have been quite lost in The Good Giant’s hand. It would have been another whole world.
Then, the Good Giant and Lewis found a living path of silvery mineral, frost and sparkling gases. It bent across the sky like a waterfall from some great, hidden lake. It curved and pooled, rushed and spun, whispered and roared. The Good Giant sat down on his knees and scooted into the mysterious path.
Lewis had never been sledding. He’d never been swimming, or paddling. He’d never sailed in a sailboat or gone down a steep hill on a bike. Even if he had nothing would compare to this. Lewis and The Good Giant were floating down a silvery space-river made up of a thousand lights, matters, meteors and goodness knows what other magical things that can only exist far from human interaction. He heard a whistling, sighing sound of all these odd things mixing together, clinking in harmony. It moved like water and wind and fire. It smelt like snow. It made Lewis cold all over. He curled into a small ball in the Giant’s hand.
He must have fallen asleep because the next time he opened his eyes the Good Giant was stepping into a silver city.
It wasn’t a city really, but for the glory of it, it could have been. Really it was more like a great, floating realm made up entirely of soft silver, forged iron, hanging bells, and glass towers. At first Lewis thought it was raining but no, those jeweled droplets floating gently down were beams of light forever falling, falling. They fell slowly, sparkling and bright amid the glass and silver and this wondrous kingdom. Some light beams danced on their descent, and some fell slower than other so you barely noticed them moving. Some left streaks of dust behind them, pure ethereal dust.
The whole of that realm shimmered and moved like it were made of water, melting into the depths and spreading out like fog or smoke does over a lake. When Lewis reached out to touch one of the towers his hand shimmered against it and a shock went up his spine It was like touching moving water, like touching a canopy of soft leaves.
“Good Giant,” Lewis gasp, “what is this place?”
“This is where the Stars come to rest and recollect. This is where wishes are granted, dreams are kept, and prayers are passed gently to their destination. Count yourself lucky, Lewis. You’re in the Star’s kingdom in the dead of winter, it’s most illustrious season.”
“Stars! Are stars people, Good Giant?”
“Not people, but spirits. They have some physical form but it is not as solid or as restrictive as your human form is. They spirit is not trapped by physical limits. Whatever they can think, they can do.”
“Where are the Stars?” Though the city was bright and beautiful Lewis saw no one in it. It was silent, silent as falling snow.
‘Come,” the Good Giant turned toward the highest Glass tower. “You shall see for yourself.” The Good Giant opened his hand at the topmost window and Lewis climbed into the room beyond. It was all warm and bright, hung with garlands of diamond and precious stone, each glistening like flames. “Go to the southern window and look out,” said the Good Giant. So Lewis did.
Outside the window the Star Realm stretches a few more miles and then dropped off like water over a cliff-side. He saw a Million Stars dancing in the sky. Each one was alight with an inner glow. He could see long graceful bodies and shining, gleaming garments of white. But he could not make out shapes or faces. He wondered if Stars looked human or if humans looked like Stars. They weren’t quite human he could see, but whimsical like trees, and translucent, like angels. Yet they had hands. He could see each star busily weaving something in their hands. They were weaving beams of light from stardust and space-frost, and when a beam was done they’d send it down through the lightyears to the worlds below, like birds being sent to land.
There was a great deal of laughter in the stars. They were speaking in a strange and beautiful tongue, and Lewis thought he would die to hear this sort of conversation again. ‘Stars are nothing like Dwarves’, he thought. ‘Stars are warm and bright and free. Dwarves are harsh and dark and bury themselves in caves. There is no room for laughter on my Island.’ He now noticed that while all the stars were making small beams of light, they also all seemed to be making one very large beam. It was as glorious as the sun and probably twice as large. It was all silvery and blue, but as he watched there came great threads of blood-red into the spirals of this light. He fancied the red almost more than any other color until he saw the threads of gold, and the gold brought tears to his eyes and joy to his heart and made him want to simply sit in that golden glory for alltime.
The Stars began to sing then, and some voices were high and warm and some were low and quacking. The Good Giant’s hummed along with them as if he knew the tune well but did not want to spoil it. They were joined by another Voice which Lewis could not place but he loved it at once. It was so big, so grand, so happy! He was sure even Dwarves would sing if they heard this voice. Behind him the Good Giant knelt on one knee and pulled out a bell and rang it thrice. Lewis was too enamored to do anything but stare, for now something better was happening!
It seemed the universe walls open up and a ray of sun from beyond broke through and shone on the beam of light the stars were weaving. And the ray of sunlight carried the Voice in it. And it set every color on fire and tempered them like steal and smoothed them like water, and the stars sang happier than ever and all together they blew upon their new, shining balls and it rolled down on its journey to the center of the universe.
The Stars all turned them and saluted the Voice and for a moment Lewis saw something like a man with infinite depth reach out his hands and receive a thread of light from their midst. And he laughed a jolly, untamed laughed and he sang, and the song was blessing and thanking and giving. And all the Stars answered his Voice in their own voices, accepting his proposal. Then the Voice went quiet, but not completely quiet. Lewis noticed that he could still sense it’s presence in the turning of the galaxies, the spinning of the planets, and the strange existence of space frost along the silver rivers.
“Ho, Ho!’ Cried the Good Giant. He had stood up from his bow. When he waved one of Stars over. “Lend me your light, young Star. We’re chasing the bells to the next world.”
The Star pulled a long string of silver from her fingertips, passing it to the Good Giant. “Travel fast, Giant. Godspeed.”
“What are they celebrating?” Lewis asked this question rather breathlessly.
Lewis and The Giant stepped into a sunny, frosted glade. “See, Lewis,” Said the Good Giant, “what few humans have ever seen. The Realm of Faerie.” Lewis looked out from over the Giant’s fingers and this is what he saw.
They were in a wide open glade The grass was so tall it came up to the Giant’s knees. It was golden and red and fiery orange. It was all covered in a thin layer of the finest winter frost you can imagine, purer than sugar, finer than crystal. Lower down on the grass’ blade it became speckled so bits of the grass’ original color poked through in warm happiness. There were large trees with thick trunks and low-growing branches. Their leaves came down so long and thick they touched the earth, making caves and tunnels. These trees were an array of orange, green, red and white, each with a sheet of frost so thin the colors bled through and the trees became like hills of stained glass. The sky above was clear blue – they type of blue you dream about but never see. The wind whistled through the glade and all the growing things swayed and chimed in the wind. The entire scene was surrounded by boulders and cliffs, smooth and colorful as river pebbles. On all sides silver falls of water came pouring down into clear-glass pools with fine golden waterbeds. The falls came right down into the glade and there were many pools amongst the great trees and tall grass. Because of the bitter cold the water froze here and there, creating sheets of ice mixed with moving cold water of the finest, richest kind.
Then Lewis saw the Faerie’s. There were about a hundred of them dancing in the grass between the two greatest, brightest trees in the Glade. They were dancing around one of the golden pools, the largest of three which fountained down the stair-like grass in joyful music. He jumped from the Giant’s hand into the Bright world below and rushed to meet these new creatures. Many of them were twice his size but some were shorter than him, shorter even than Dwarves. Some had wide beautiful wings, not like bird wings, these were more like dragonflies or butterflies. They laughed and chanted and sang. Some carried drums of fifes. They came two by two, three by three, making rounds in some kind of peculiar, difficult ballet. Lewis noticed that whenever they got to the end of a song (or perhaps it was just a verse, for every bit of music seemed to continue that last piece) they’d all stop, lift their hands to the sky, clap three times and cry out in jubilation. The two nearest to the front each bore a fine silver pitcher, which they would dip into the largest pool. They would take a long drink, each drinking from the other’s pitcher, start a new chant, and pass the pitcher down. Every Faerie got a draft of that fragrant water. There was always a pitcher being passed up, and always a pitcher being passed back, and sometimes the pitchers travelled clockwise, and sometimes counter-clockwise.
“What are they celebrating?” Lewis asked the question with something like awe.
“The one Great Story of All time; the story of hope. The story of new beginnings and happy endings. We chased the light of a star here, but it will not stop at the world. The light of the stars go to all worlds - yours will be illuminated next.”
“You mean, the Dwarf world?”
“No Lewis. The world you were born in.”
A few moments passed, and gradually Lewis walked toward the Faerie. He got close enough to brush one of their wings. But he dared not join them. He wouldn’t know how to. He watched the dance grow faster and merrier. He saw some of Faeries take flight, their wings gleaming in the early crispness of the morning. He heard one of the Faerie call out high and happy. “The Dawn, the Dawn is coming!” Now all Faerie rose to the sky. Far away on the North side of the glade, the sky turned the faintest pink. The Faerie began a dance in the air. They sang and brought water up to throw into the sky – water which froze in mid-air and hung like silver wind chimes, suspended by the morning wind.
***** END PART ONE *******
**** This is as far as I have in chronological order. I will post the rest of the book in the days the week to come. The ending is really what gives it it’s “Christmas” vibe, but I hope the beginning gives you a warm “Christmas time” feeling. Pardon any misspellings. I’ve not yet edited anything. WHICH IS A BIG DEAL FOR ME. I’m an editing monster. :-P
Merry Christmas everyone! And a VERY Happy Epiphany.
(thank you @inklings-challenge for hosting this.)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: 18+ Smut / Angst / Mentions of panic attacks and nightmares
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: This was written for @the-iceni-bitch's 1k challenge! Thank you to Natalie for this chance to spread my writing wings a bit further! &congratulations on 1000 followers, may there be many more <3
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Prompt - "I'm thrilled by the still of your hand"
You squint your eyes open, suddenly very aware of the cold chill washing over you. Looking down, you realise the cause of your problem; falling asleep naked from your romantic evening with Steve was intimate but now bothersome as you were coverless and freezing. Glancing over at your sleeping beau, you could see the covers entangled with his legs but the rest of his naked form was exposed. You steal a moment to admire his beauty amongst the tranquility.
Carefully reaching down to grab the covers, Steve’s leg twitches violently and you retract quickly. You wait a minute, worried you’d disturbed him from his slumber.
You knew Steve hadn't been sleeping well since the events in Wakanda, since what people were nicknaming ‘The Blip’. Still ingrained in your mind was the sickening look on his face as he walked back into your home, petrified his worst fears had come true. You had walked into the lounge, nursing a very strong coffee when you saw your defeated fiancé leaning against the wall. Dropping your coffee instantly, you ran straight into his arms, determined to never let him go again. Thus, leading to your earlier romantic date night. A tradition started when Steve came home, where you’d both agreed time was too precious to neglect the importance of one another. A promise to devote even more time and effort to your relationship, a vow to cherish and appreciate.
Withdrawing from your recollection, Steve was now fidgeting frantically and mumbling incoherent words to himself. You wondered if he was awake, but with the glare of the street light in your darkened room, it was obvious he was still asleep. You could also see a heavy layer of sweat coating his forehead and a small amount pooling in between his defined chest; it was unsettling and you knew you had to coax him awake.
Gently placing one hand on his shoulder, you used the other to lace your fingers through his resting on his stomach to show you weren’t there to hurt him. Tracing patterns over the dewy skin on his shoulder and squeezing his hand gently, you hoped it was enough to wake him or at least draw him out of his nightmare and back into a blissful slumber.
Before you could even check if your soothing actions were working, Steve shot straight up, clearly reaching an extremity in his nightmare. Watching him stare forward like he was completely alone, you nervously picked at your nails waiting for his composure, not wanting to startle him further. Soon he was panting heavily and squinting his eyes closed, rubbing them furiously as if to remove the dark images from his mind, evidently swept up in his hysteria. Starting to realise he wasn’t nearing the end of his torment, you felt unnerved about how you would draw him back to reality.
“Steve..”, you barely whispered, hoping the sound of your voice was enough comfort but it just drifted into the void.
The trembling of Steve’s hunched frame and the vice like grip on the covers exposed the unravelling of a broken man, a distinct onslaught of a panic attack. You knew you had to act fast, terrified of what could happen or what Steve would do if this escalated further.
To bring Steve back to reality, you knew you had to take a risk. A bold move that would quite literally shake him back into the real world.
In one swift movement, you were straddling Steve’s naked form and gripping his face in your hands, forcing him to look you in the eyes.
“Steve, listen to the sound of my voice!”
“Baby, I’m here,, you’re ok!”
“I love you, I’m right here, you’re safe!”
The feeling of your heart thumping out your chest spread through your body, all the way to your fingers as they continued to grip his face. Time had ultimately frozen whilst you waited for Steve’s reaction.
Hands quickly shifted to grasp your waist, instinctively pulling you closer as Steve found composure in his breaths and a softness in his movements. Staring into his eyes, you found tenderness and infatuation. Steve was looking at you like you were his lifeline; his strength and weakness simultaneously.
A barbaric flood of emotions coursed through you as Steve’s grip turned possessive, pulling you tighter against him and kissing you with a distinct behaviour; urgency. You could feel the desperation as your lips fervidly crashed together, tongues instantly swirling around one another as you united with weighted emotions. Throwing your arms around Steve’s neck, you pulled yourself impossibly closer, desperate to prove you belonged to him.
You moaned into Steve’s mouth at the feel of his cock nudging against your core. The intensity of the situation driving your need, and want, for one another. Steve deepened your kisses, biting on your lip occasionally to draw more obscene moans from you, knowing that they also turned him on.
No words were spoken, demanding touches were communicating exactly how you felt. Both already naked from the night before, Steve lifted you up and pulled you back down onto his hard cock with ease. The uncontrollable need was enough foreplay to have you both squirming for one another.
Naturally feeling the urge to pleasure Steve until he forgets his pain, you started grinding in deep circles, both of you needing to know he was filling you up completely. With a tight grip on your hips, Steve encouraged your movements and pushed himself deeper inside of you, sleekly brushing against your g-spot repeatedly.
Fingerprint shaped bruises certain to litter your hips and red marks from intense kisses left on your chest surfaced like a plea for you to be Steve’s, a prayer for you to unconditionally belong to him.
Keeping your grip tight on his shoulders, Steve began thrusting up into you at a fierce pace. Resting your forehead against his, your body was overwhelmed with a craving for him. The feel of him driving into you was unmatched, every thrust tipping you closer to the edge. Your back arched as Steve pushed impossibly deeper, your eyes rolling back as your head fell back in utter ecstasy. Steve moved one hand to grasp your chin to pull you back to him for an eager kiss.
Your kisses became choked with lust against each others lips as you spoke the first words since this carnal display of passion began, “I’m yours forever.”
Continuing his unforgiving pace which was now spurred on by your words, the rouse of your orgasm quickly rushed to the surface. The filthy moans veiled by Steve’s skin pounding against your own was stimulating you further. As you etched sloppy kisses on his neck and shoulder, the gentle warmth of Steve’s breath graced your body; an intimate reminder of your all-consuming love.
It was then that you realised this was never about pleasure, this was Steve seizing every shred of intimacy between you to ground him, to draw him to you like an anchor. A rushed need of passion to destroy his dark thoughts.
Your body was now so overwhelmed with euphoria and emotion that it felt like it was going to shatter. One of your hands left the support of Steve’s shoulder and fumbled down towards your clit, now desperate for release. Steve’s thrusts were starting to falter so you take over, one hand sloppily tracing circles on your clit whilst the other gripped tightly to Steve’s neck, bouncing up and down on his cock. Steve’s hands were exploring your skins surface like it was the first time, gripping at your hips, caressing your breasts and embracing your face. As your own body started to waver, you settled on passionately grinding till you were both cumming together.
Delicately persisting with your movements, you both descended from the culmination of impassioned highs. Your body convulsing as your orgasm continued to burn through you, Steve’s body also jolting with pleasure.
The only sounds in your bedroom were ragged breaths as you rested against Steve’s chest. Your arms lazily slung around his neck as you gently ran your hand through his hair. Eventually, you raise your head and look Steve in the eyes, brushing your nose softly against his own.
Feeling slightly concerned with his inattentive gaze compared to his usual tender aftercare, you raised your left hand, smiling as you admired your ring like usual before gently placing your hand on Steve’s cheek.
The softness of your other hand placed over his heart, the tenderness of a perfect kiss and with the love in your eyes, you were determined to subdue his thoughts. The intimate touches bought a clarity back into Steve's eyes, a knowing that he was always going to be home when he was with you, a stillness in his heart.
Hello there friends, yeah I’m back with the final challenge that I decide to participated, this is the 3rd and last one, until a new challenge and until @hellotvshowtrash give us a new prompt next month, If you haven’t read the previous one I would leave the links down so you can read them. And don’t forget tomorrow new chapter of Waiting for you.
Dom, I don’t know when you would read this but I hope this could help you a little bit, take the time you need, we would be waiting for your return. @xxwritemeastoryxx
Rescue for @hellotvshowtrash #August2021promptchallenge
Back to the start for @elijahs-wife #Tays1kwritingchallenge
· Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester sister
· Warnings: Cursing words, sadness, anger and tension.
· Prompt: “How long have you been standing there?” “I love you, I need you to know that”
Tag´s: @valsworldofcreativity @helenasingers @r13mar
You ran your hand through your face, an expression you have pick up from your older brother, taking your ringing phone, knowing perfectly if you don’t pick up now the next time that rings would be with a text message from him, saying he is driving to New Orleans to find you and you better pick up the phone next time he call you.
“I know Dean, I know” you exclaim without raising your voice, knowing that would make him angrier.
“Oh really?” he said with airs of greatness.
You curse under your breath, detesting when he did this, making you admit what you weren’t capable of “I wasn’t able to finish the mission” repeating the word he have used when he explain the reason he was sending you here.
“I didn’t find the white oak stake to kill an Original vampire or the white oak ashes to used them against them” you admit with your eyes closed, trying to finish with this the sooner as possible and leave New Orleans, back to the bunker where you could try to dialogue with him.
“And why is that?” He question you fearing the worst.
“Because I screw it up, Dean!” you confess, resting your head in your free hand, your eyes still close trying to take aback the tears that where starting to form “I screw everything” you affirmed shouting back “I broke the only fucking rule dad had for me” you finally admit to him.
“Goddammit Y/N!” he shout at you “what the hell you were thinking?” he add, realizing that you didn’t have a control on it.
You open your eyes, tears already releasing from them when you saw him standing on the doorway of your share bedroom, an stoic expression on his face, of all of the things you have expect this wasn’t one of them “Dean” you call calmly reaching for his attention from the ramble you have stop hearing since you glance have set up in Elijah “I will call you back”
“Don’t you dare to hang up on me or I swear..” but you didn’t hear the end of his claim, disconnecting the call and turning off the phone putting it away in your jean’s pocket.
Neither of you said anything for what you could think was hours but only a few minutes have pass, until you took a deep breath and open your mouth to ask the obvious “How long have you been standing there?”
“Enough that would make me think of kill you right here and now” he mention while fighting with his changing features, darker eyes and veins under them that lead to his vampire face.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t do it” he offer taking a deep breath to control his inner monster.
This isn’t how you have plan to tell him this or even admit it to yourself “I love you,” you finally reveal to both of you, don’t wanting to believe that a hunter, a Winchester of all of them, have fallen in love with a vampire “I need you to know that”
“How do you want me to believe you that?” he request with a mocking tone “when you just admit, all of this, was just a mission to you” he finish to then appear inches from you “I should kill you” raising his hand in direction of your throat but closing it in a fist and with the help of his vamp speed putting some distance between you two.
You could see how hurt he was in his eyes and in his actions but even with all of this, he still fight his dark side in order to keep you safe, allowing you to keep a light of hope in your heart.
You wiped a few tears from your eyes, knowing that didn’t matter what you would said, nothing would convince him of the contrary, because what he and all his siblings believed they didn’t deserve; happiness.
You force to move yourself from your spot, taking the duffel bag previously prepared set at your bed, throwing the strap over your shoulder and taking with your right hand your armor bag “If my words aren’t enough proof of it, probably my actions would do it” you express to him..
“What are you doing?” watching you pass him in direction of the door, now facing you, concern reflecting on his eyes.
“What a Winchester do the best, Elijah” you exclaim with teary eyes and a sad smile on your lips, knowing he still care about you but that he won’t try to pursuit his own happiness, because of his own mother fault that make him believe he deserve to be miserable as long he walk this earth while been an vampire “screw up things and then try to fix them”
You take a few steps to be closer to him and went he didn’t move, raising with the help of your finger toes you deposit a peck on his lips “maybe in other life we could meet again and be together” you wish before leaving him standing alone on the middle of the room, watching you abandon his life.
Killing (insert character) once a month, of 2022
Do you ever want to kill your characters over and over again? Then here is the challenge for you!
2021 has come to an end, and 2022 is just springing to life. With that I’d love to welcome everyone to “Killing (insert character) once a month” round 2, 2022 edition. After the success of last year, and a lot more time to plan things… I’ve put a lot of thought into it. It was amazing seeing so many great writers last year, and so many winners. I’m hoping this year is going to be, just as big.
Rules, prompts, and links for our discord server can be found in this reddit post on r/Fanfiction!
1K Follower Celebration!
So to celebrate hitting 1,000 followers, I’m hosting a little writing celebration! Below are varying prompts, entries can be as small as 500 words and as long as you want! You can write for any Henry Cavill, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Pedro Pascal as well as any of their characters! I’ll leave it open ended as deadlines are unnessecary stressors and this is meant to be fun! Just shoot me an ask to claim the prompt and I’ll put your name down for it! If the prompt you want is claimed, it can be still be used as long as you are writing a different character. When you post tag #Allie’s1kcelebration and tag me in the post! Also if you’re not a writer, feel free to make a moodboard for one of the prompts and use the same hashtag!
Once again, I want to express just how grateful I am for everything single one of you. I love you all so much! Good Luck and Happy Writing!
Coffee Shop!AU - @its--fandom--darling w/Captain Syverson, @sif-the-tsunami w/Henry Cavill
Soulmate!AU - @beck07990 w/Henry Cavill
Royalty!AU - @forever-rogue w/Frankie Morales
Stripper!AU - @connieisland w/Walter Marshall
Fake Dating!AU - @nyasiaaaaa w/Javier Pena
High School Reunion!AU - @luna-aestas w./Captain Syverson
Book Store!AU - @ronalduswanson w/Steve Rogers
Rival!AU - @salimahbicharara-comun w/Din Djarin
Teacher/Professor!AU - @zealoushound w/Walter Marshall
"You don't have to be gentle with me, I don't break easily." @connieisland w/Walter Marshall
"When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me."
"Do you need me to finger you first?" @littlefreya
"I can't wait to be on my knees for you later."
"You'd better watch your fucking mouth." @connieisland w/Walter Marshall
"I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it."
"Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?"
"It's okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I'm between your legs." @zealoushound w/Walter Marshall
"You know, there wasn't a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in."
"I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth." @salimahbicharara-comun w/Din Djarin
"Say my name over and over again and, once you think you've said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who's making you feel good."
"Open your mouth."
"Are you going to be good from now on?"
"If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat." @nyasiaaaaa w/Din Djarin
You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up." @cavills-little-princess /Captain Syverson
“Am I the reason you cry every night?”
“Which part of me wasn’t enough?” @littlewrenofrivia w/August Walker
“Are you satisfied now...?”
“Did you expect this to turn out better?”
“How do you sleep at night?” @connieisland w/Walter Marshall
“When did things fall apart?”
“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”
“Why are your eyes so red?”
“Is that what you think of me?” @connieisland w/Walter Marshall
“If I told you I hate you, what would you do?” @littlewrenofrivia w/August Walker
“Should you be drinking that much?” @poledancingdinos w/August Walker or Sy
“What would you do if I didn’t come back?” @mary-ann84 w/august walker
“And that makes it okay?”
“Will you miss me at all?” @sillyrabbit81 w/Captain Syverson!
“Are you leaving?”
- from @prompt-dealer
“I’m really happy that you’re here with me.” @mary-ann84 w/Henry Cavill or one of his characters
“I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone this much before.”
“I feel like I’m in the clouds when I’m with you.”
“You are being extra sweet today.” @its--fandom--darling w/Captain Syverson
“I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt.” @the-soot-sprite
“My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature.”
"I'd kill for you, not like a lot of people. Maybe like six or seven, but that's definitely more than I would kill for myself!"
"Hey! I may be a dumbass but I'm your dumbass!"
“No one else can compare to your loveliness,”
“I’ll keep you warm. Hold me closer.” @henrythickcavill w/Henry Cavill @mary-ann84 w/one of henrys characters
“If you keep kissing my face like that I’ll have to retaliate.” @ronalduswanson w/Steve Rogers
“Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.” @connieisland w/Walter Marshall
“Does this kiss tickle~? Haha. Why are you laughing so much?”
“If you keep kissing my face like that I’ll have to retaliate.”
“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together. -@sillyrabbit81 w/Henry or Sy
- from @idreaminelectricblue, @alloveroliver and @drink-it-write-it
one word prompts:
aeipathy (n.) - an enduring and consuming passion @madbaddic7ed w/Character TBD
brumous (adj.) - of grey skies and winter days; filled with heavy clouds or fog @sif-the-tsunami w/Henry Cavill
commuovere (italian, v.) - to stir, to touch, to move to tears
convivencia (spanish, n.) - living together, in the sense of living or working closely with other people with whom you share feelings, desires, or a common purpose
hiraeth (welsh, n.) - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past
kalopsia (n.) - the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are
retrouvaille (french, n.) - the joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation; rediscovery
fervent – adj. strongly and sincerely felt
kenopsia – n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet @hope-to-hell w/August Walker
vellichor – n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time
serendipity – n. the chance occurrence of events in a beneficial way @shy-violet-soul w/Geralt of Rivia
nighthawk – n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night, that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep @feralrunaway w/Sy, Walter and Mike
-from @crescendo-for-survival and @timobeechalamet
I Love Dr. Seuss
I love Dr. Seuss ...
I love him a lot!
I love Dr. Seuss ...
His books I have bought.
I’ve read them alone -
I’ve read them in a crowd.
I’ve read them to myself -
I’ve read them out loud.
I read them as a child -
And later in life.
I read as a daughter,
... a mom and a wife.
They’re full of good lessons ...
They’ve taught me so much.
To be helpful and kind ...
To be honest and such.
To try new things -
To love who you are.
To share and be friends -
To those near and far.
So please don’t take
any more books away.
Let us keep them and read them...
... please let them stay.
© Gina K. Judy 2021 All Rights Reserved
I’d be happy if you’d tag me if you do a day! :)
Traversing The Antarctic
1 - Bring a coat. Duh.
2 - Travel while the sun is out. It gets lonely sometimes and will help guide you in exchange for company.
3 - Wear goggles.
4 - If you think you saw the mountains in the distance moving, you didn't. Keep going.
5 - Use the night to rest. And hide.
6 - Don't let the whispers scare you. Focus. They might be trying to help.
7 - If the ground cracks, don't move.
8 - If you see the Spire, head for it. You'll never reach it, but your path towards it will be safe.
9 - Bring a jar of cookie butter. You'll understand once you're there.
10 - If you see the Mountaineer, turn around. Do not approach it.
11 - You can eat the hot meals you find, but always leave some behind.
12 - Don't be afraid to take risks, it's one of the things life is all about after all.
13 - Seek shelter during blizzards, they can grow stronger during them.
14 - Ice cream is forbidden.
15 - Just because something appears to be human, does not mean that it is. Be observant.
16 - Let it snow.
17 - Keep your distance from the trees. The lights might attract you, but you must not get close.
18 - The Shrouded hide in the distance. You may seek them out if you wish, but keep in mind they don't always welcome strangers.
19 - Don't start fires. They don't like fire.
20 - Ignore the singers, don't let them distract you.
21 - Be sure to leave an offering for the old ones, for their sake and yours.
22 - Don't. Pollute.
Nubar 14 | Rumah
Kelak, suatu hari kita akan sampai di suatu tempat. Dimana rindu tidak lagi memiliki tujuannya, sebab ia telah sampai pada alamatnya.
Ada kesan yang sulit tersampaikan ketika harus meninggalkan tempat bersemayamnya segudang angan.
Satu yang dapat ku tegaskan, bahwa kelak aku kan pulang dengan buah tangan berupa lembaran pengalaman.
Tempat terbaik saat di dunia. Tak banyak yang perlu diceritakan. Kenyamanan sudah menggambarkan. Meski pergi sejauh apapun. Titik kembali setelah berkelana adalah rumah. Rumah adalah surga di dunia.
Membubuhkan imbuhan -an pada kata singgah sungguh bukan hal yang sederhana. Itu merupakan tanda derum mesin dan nyaringnya lonceng kapal meninggalkan pelabuhan, tempat dimana dulunya aku singgah.
Kini mantap hatiku menjadikanmu pondasi dan nahkoda kapalku, rumah singgahan ku. Tempat kita saling berkembang dan berpulang.
Jika nanti aku lelah berpetualang, percayalah aku akan pulang. Pulang untuk tinggal bersamamu satu atap walau bentuknya sederhana. Lalu kita berpetualang menyusuri jalan kehidupan untuk menuju kebaikan.
Aku sedang menenun rumah untuk yang nantinya akan kita jadikan tempat pulang. Aku sedang menganyam atap paling teduh, juga ruangan paling tenang agar kau betah berlama-lama dan tak ingin kemana-mana lagi selain tinggal denganku. Untuk itu, jangan dulu beranjak atau mencoba singgah pada tempat manapun. Sebab aku sedang mencari cara, bagaimana mewujudkan itu semua. Semoga Allah mengizinkannya. Bersabarlah.
Bukan hanya sekedar tempat, namun jiwa yang membuatmu paling aman untuk kembali pulang dan peluk yang mendekap segala lelahmu.
Kini rumah mu hilang tempat.
Tapi aku masih disini, tetap.
Jadi, singgah saja jika sempat.
Karena disini, aku masih menantimu pulang dan menetap.
Rumah adalah tempat dimana hatimu berada, bukan hanya tentang hunian semata, karena rumah adalah tempat berbagi suka, duka, kesedihan, kebahagiaan, pilu rasa sakit mereka menjadi satu di dalam sana.
"Sudah ya, lekaslah berbenah."
Pandangannya menyapu halaman masa depan yang mendadak musnah, bibirnya sibuk merapal kaprah di belantara kata kita. Gemetar jemarinya memungut sisa anak panah yang menikam amarah di kamar bersemayamnya cinta.
"Kelak, kehadiranmu bukan lagi menjadi kepulanganku."
Kepergiannya meruntuhkan satu persatu anak tangga, susah payah diratakan kembali bersama tanah. Rupanya, rumah telah bersepakat untuk tertimbun bersama pisah.
Kita adalah sepasang yang memilih persimpangan. Terakhir, kau dan aku saling menukar tempat pulang. berjaga-jaga kalau saja salah satu jalan kita menjadi sangat sulit.
Kamu dan aku tetap menjelma sebagai rumah yang nyaman dan aman, meski tangan kita menggenggam dari lekangnya semesta.
Annie’s 500 Kitties Writing Challenge
Hi everyone! I reached 500 followers after many years, and I want to celebrate it! This is the first challenge I host, I’m so happy.
Everyone can join, I wrote the guidelines in English and Spanish (first in English, then in Spanish), and after the guidelines are the song you can choose.
¡Hola! Llegué a los 500 seguidores después de muchos años de tener esta cuenta y ¡quiero celebrarlo! Para esto decidí hacer un reto de escritura, el primero que organizo, estoy muy feliz.
Todos pueden participar, escribí las reglas en español e inglés (primero en inglés y luego en español) después de las reglas están las canciones.
Some songs are in Spanish (because my native language is Spanish), other are in English and a few are in Japanese, but I put the link to the video with English and Spanish translations in the songs, if you have any doubt about the meaning of the song send me an ask, also you can interpret the song however you want. So here are the guidelines/rules:
You don’t have to follow me but I’d appreciate it.
Please reblog this post.
Send me an ask with the song you choose and the character you want.
Marvel characters only, this includes X-men/The gifted, Cloak and Dagger, Inhumans, AOS, MCU, Jessica Jones, etc.
Due to personal reasons, please refrain from pairing the reader with the next characters: Tony Stark, Sharon Carter, T’challa Udaku or Peggy Carter.
Please, no Real Person Fics and no social media AU.
No underage characters, pedo, bestiality, incest, but there is an exception which is the Runaways 2022 or 2028 are okay because in those timelines they are adults.
One song per person (first come, first served).
Min 500 words, no max but if it’s more than 4000 words make it series, and please use ‘Read More’.
Reader insert only.
Drabbles, one-shots or series are fine, but can’t be part of previously published or existing series.
If you write smut or dark fic, the writer must be +18.
If you have any question, don’t hesitate to ask me.
In Author’s note put the song you chose, please.
About AU, I don’t understand most of the Au’s despite I investigated, if you can explain me, then I can allow it.
Tag all the warnings and triggers.
You can combine my challenge with another challenge if you want and if the other host doesn’t have any problem with.
If I don’t comment and reblog you fic in 48 hours, send me a message, sometimes dumblr doesn’t notify me, I’ll add your entry in a masterlist.
Deadline: December 26th, 2020.
Tag me when you post it and use in the first 5 tags the following tags: #Annie’s500KittiesWritingChallenge and #Annie’s1stWritingChallenge.
Algunas canciones están en inglés o japonés, porque son los idiomas que he estudiado y aprendido, pero cada canción tiene el link al video con subtítulos, si tienes alguna duda con el significado, me lo puedes preguntar o puedes interpretar la canción como quieras. A continuación las reglas:
No tienes que seguirme, pero lo apreciaría.
Por favor rebloguea esta entrada.
Mándame una “pregunta” con la canción que elegiste y el personaje.
Solo personajes de Marvel, así que esto incluye X-men/The Gifted, Capa y Daga, Inhumanos, AOS, MCU, Jessica Jones, etc.
Debido a razones personales, por favor abstente de emparejar a la lectora (o lector) con los siguientes personajes Tony Stark, Sharon Carter, T’Challa Udaku o Peggy Carter.
No fics con personas reales o actores ni social media AU.
No personajes menores de edad, pedo, bestiality, incesto, sin embargo hay una excepción, los Runaways 2022 o 2028 están permitidos porque en esas líneas ellos son adultos.
Una canción por persona (el que primero llega, primero elije).
Mínimo 500 palabras, no hay máximo, pero si es de más de 4000 palabras, hazla serie y por favor usa “Seguir Leyendo”
Únicamente que sea por lectora o lector.
Drabbles, one-shots o series están bien, si es una serie, que sea el primer capítulo y etiquétame en todos los subsecuentes, pero no puede ser una que ya haya sido previamente publicada.
Si se quiere hacer un fic Smut o dark, el escritor debe ser de mayor de 18 años.
Si tienes alguna pregunta, no dudes en preguntarme.
En la nota de autor pon la canción que elegiste.
Acerca de los AU, la verdad no entiendo la mayoría y he investigado, así que si me puedes explicar en qué consiste, lo puedo permitir.
Etiqueta todas las advertencias.
Puedes combinar mi reto con otros si así lo deseas siempre y cuando la otra persona no tenga ningún problema.
De preferencia escríbelo en inglés (o en ambos idiomas si gustas) para que más personas lo puedan disfrutar; si tienes algún problema con el idioma, puedo ayudarte aunque me tardaría un poco, ya que también estoy haciendo varias cosas en la vida real.
Si no comento y reblogueo tu fic en 48 horas, mándame un mensaje, a veces dumblr no me notifica, tu fic será agregado a una masterlist.
Fecha límite: 26 de diciembre 2020.
Cuando postees tu entrada etiquétame y usa las etiquetas #Annie’s500KittiesWritingChallenge y # Annie’s1stWritingChallenge.
Songs below the cut!/Canciones a continuación (Playlist)
1. Never let me go by Lana Del Rey (sub esp)
2. Oh no! by MARINA (sub esp)
3. Rhiannon by Fleetwod Mac (sub esp)
4. Rosas by La Oreja de Van Gogh (eng sub)
5. Wakaremichi by The GazettE (eng sub) (sub esp)
6. The night we met (sub esp)
7. Rosa pastel by Belanova (eng sub)
8. Shichi gatsu youka by The GazettE (eng sub) (sub esp)
9. A 1000 times (sub esp)
10. Hijo de la luna by Mecano (eng sub)
11. Aluminia by Nightmare (eng sub) (sub esp)
12. Si te vas by Shakira (eng sub)
13. Falling by The GazettE (eng sub) (sub esp)
14. Entra en mi vida by Sin Bandera (eng sub) @doubleshotofsomething w/Thor
15. Mizerable by Gackt (eng sub) (sub esp)
16. Cuídate by La Oreja de Van Gogh (eng sub)
17. Kuusou mesorogiwi by Yousei Teikoku (eng sub) (sub esp)
18. Off the races by Lana Del Rey (sub esp)
19. Todos me miran by Gloria Trevi (eng sub)
20. Kyomu densen by Ali Project (eng sub) (sub esp)
21. Savages by MARINA (sub esp)
22. Hoy te dejo en libertad by Ha*Ash (eng sub) @eclipsajazminez w/Charles Xavier
23. Again by YUI (eng sub) (sub esp) @malloryharris w/Steve Rogers
24. The promise by Krypteria (sub esp)
25. Jueves by La Oreja de Van Gogh (eng sub)
26. Sweet revenge by Krypteria (sub esp)
27. Reila by The GazettE (eng sub) (sub esp)
28. Afuera by Caifanes (eng sub)
29. Friends or foe by t.A.T.u. (sub esp)
30. Dan dan kokoro hi kareteku by Zard (eng sub) (sub esp)
31. The sharpest lives by My Chemical Romance (sub esp)
32. Amargo adiós by Inspector (eng sub)
33. Don’t you see! by Zard. (eng sub) (sub esp)
34. Born to die by Lana Del Rey (sub esp)
35. To be human by MARINA (sub esp)
36. Secret by the Pierces (sub esp)
37. She will be loved by Maroon 5 (sub esp) @lovermrjokerr w/Bucky
38. Somebody save me by Krypteria (sub esp)
39. Gods and monsters by Lana Del Rey (sub esp)
40. Obsessions by MARINA (sub esp)
41. La playa by La Oreja de Van Gogh (eng sub)
42. Kuroi namida by Anna Tsuchiya (eng sub) (sub esp)
43. Vampire will never hurt you by My Chemical Romance (sub esp)
44. The death of love by Cradle of Filth (sub esp)
45. Wish I had an angel by Nightwish (sub esp)
46. Love the way you lie by Eminem & Rihanna (sub esp) @hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall w/Bucky
47. Carmen by Lana Del Rey (sub esp)
48. End of the Earth by MARINA (sub esp)
49. Love the way you lie part II by Rihanna & Eminem (sub esp) @angrythingstarlight w/Stucky
50. Clowns (Can you see me now?) by t.A.T.u. (sub esp)
51. Teenagers by My Chemical Romance (sub esp)
52. Million Dollar man by Lana Del Rey (sub esp) @darkficsyouneveraskedfor w/Bucky
53. Dust till dawn by Zayn & Sia @queenqk w/Bucky
54. Wild world by Skins cast (sub esp)
55. Goodnight moon by Shivaree (sub esp)
56. Lucky ones by Lana Del Rey (sub esp)
57. Froot by MARINA (sub esp)
58. Bang bang by Nancy Sinatra (sub esp)
59. Stand in the rain by Superchick (sub esp)
60. The greatest by Lana Del Rey (sub esp)
61. Nymphetamine by Cradle of Filth (sub esp) @sinceimetyou w/Brock
62. Planet hell by Nightwish (sub esp)
63. Hermit, the frog by MARINA (sub esp)
64. Melody of a murder by Scarlett Rose (sub esp)
65. Blow me one last kiss by P!nk (sub esp) @fangirlovestuff w/Steve
66. 30 minutes by t.A.T.u. (sub esp)
67. E.V.O.L. by MARINA (sub esp)
68. Cirice by Ghost (sub esp)
69. Demon’s fait by Within Temptation (sub esp)
70. ¿Qué hago yo? by Ha*Ash (eng sub)
71. Edge of seventeen by Stevie Nicks (sub esp)
72. Hollywood by MARINA (sub esp)
73. Me muero por conocerte by Alex Hubago and Amaia Montero (eng sub)
74. Aozora no namida (eng sub) (sub esp)
75. Black paradise by Lana Del Rey (sub esp)
76. Kilómetros by Sin Bandera (eng sub)
77. Taion by The GazettE (eng sub) (sub esp)
78. Moments by Ayumi Hamasaki (eng sub) (sub esp) @shield-agent78 w/Gambit or Scott Summers
79. Eres by Café Tacvba (eng sub) @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad w/Steve
80. Moonlight densentsu (eng sub) (sub esp)
81. Homewrecker by MARINA (sub esp)
82. ¿Por qué te vas? by Jeanette (eng sub)
83. Sakura Fubuki by Keiko Kitagawa (eng sub) (sub esp **es desde el minuto 17:56 hasta 22:15)
84. Superstar by MARINA (sub esp)
85. Todavía by La Factoría (eng sub)
86. M by Ayumi Hamasaki (eng sub)(sub esp)
87. Paradise by The neighbourhood (sub esp)
88. Amor real by Sin Bandera (eng sub)
89. Cassis by The GazettE (eng sub) (sub esp)
90. Numb by MARINA (sub esp)
91. Geografía by La Oreja de Van Gogh (eng sub)
92. Ichirin no hana by High and mighty colours (eng sub) (sub esp)
93. Vestida de azúcar by Gloria Trevi (eng sub)
94. Lonely in gorgeous by Tommy February6 (eng sub) (sub esp)
95. Loves me not by t.A.T.u. (sub esp)
96 Puedes contar conmigo by La Oreja de Van Gogh (eng sub)
97. 1/3 no junjou na kanjou by Siam shade (eng sub) (sub esp)
98. Untouched by The Veronicas (sub esp)
99. Jenny of Oldstones by Florence + The Machine (sub esp)
100. National anthem by Lana Del Rey (sub esp)
Taglist: @sinceimetyou @saiyanprincessswanie @navybrat817 @realfbi @angrythingstarlight @pandaxnienke
Tagging some mutuals (if you are not interested there’s no problem, but please reblog it to spread the word): @queenqk @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @what-just-happened-bro @jtargaryen18 @sassy-pelican @crushedbyhyperbole @finleyjayne @honeyloverogers @is-it-madness @opheliadawnwalker3 @xbuchananbarnes @peakyrogers @geekandbooknerd @lovermrjokerr @fanfictionaries @hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall @kellyn1604 @joannaliceevans-fanficblog @threeminutesoflife @ransoms-sweater-holes @shield-agent78 @eclipsajazminez @kitkatd7 @firefly-in-darkness @donutloverxo @just-the-hiddles @shakespeareanqueer
Thank you to @ambiguouspuzuma for your tag! I love all the support you’ve been giving, as I’m a newbie to Tumblr!
Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better or catch up with. Or tag however many you want.
Favorite color: I’ve always loved purple the most - ranging from a deep wine all the way to soft lilac. I also love blues, like cobalt and teal.
Last song: Just listened to Heat Waves from Glass Animals, but I’ve also been listening to Somebody Else by 1975 a lot. I like listening to music while I’m writing.
Currently reading: Still working on Midnight Sun. It’s been taking me an eternity because I was working 12 hour shifts for the longest time, and also having to read textbooks for my classes.
Last movie: Last night watched Encanto. The last time I was at the movies, I saw Spiderman No Way Home. I also recently made my fiancé watch Titanic because he’d never seen it before.
Sweet, savory or spicy? Yes to all.
Currently working on: I’m supposed to only be working on my re-write of my first Phantom of the Opera fanfic that I wrote when I was 14, called Drowning in the Music. After almost a decade, my writing skills are vastly different, and the rewritten version so far is loads better. I’m about a third of the way through.
It’s one of those fanfics of the OC falling into the story - I know, super cliche, but her goal is to actually get back home. But because it’s a romance, she’s slowly falling in love with the Phantom himself in the process, and he eventually begins to feel something for her in return. I want it to feel more realistic though, in which they start off being suspicious of each other and butting heads a lot, but eventually grow to become friends and eventually more. I love slow burns. But there’s sci-fi/fantasy elements that involve time traveling, and my OC wonders if she has to die in order to return home.
At least, I’m supposed to primarily just write this story but I’ve lately become engaged in another story. I know, shame on me for writing more than one story at once.
This one I’m for now calling As the Moon Watches. As pretentious as it sounds, it’s an autobiography. I never had any intention of writing one before, but the last decade of my life has been a wild ride. It’s primarily going to be about how I met my fiancé, but I want it to sorta start off as a mystery in which you don’t know who “the one” is going to be for a while. I only feel inclined to write it because I feel like the way in which we ended up together was rather unlikely and we had a lot stacked against us but we survived it. It often feels too good to be true, but here we are! It also helps that I documented a lot of stuff in diaries, so a lot of it in a way is already written.
We were friends to lovers, but it took ages to get to that point. We survived long distance, lost friends and gained some, endured death in the family on both sides, watched our friends go in different directions in life, were quarantined together, went to Europe together etc. I just feel like it’s a story worth telling. I always enjoyed coming of age stories like Little Women. But maybe writing an autobiography is pretentious and no one would care. Who knows? All I know is that this was meant to just be a little side project that I started a couple weeks back, and I already have about 15,000 words.
I’m tagging @ficsinhistory @lady-of-himring @twst-nadira-oc @aegontoast @ispeakforthebooks and whoever wants to join. But of course, no one has to play if they don’t want to.
You are an adventurous knight.
Inside your veins flows the compassion to pursue good, mingled with a righteous devotion to defeat evil. Although you’re busy fighting mad wizards, unholy priests, and bloodthirsty dragons — you still take on the occasional side quest.
“Help me,” says a distraught man from across the dirty tavern. “My husband has gone missing!”
“Explain yourself,” you ask without the slightest trace of hesitation.
“We were camping near Winterloft, when a hoard of goblins ambushed our tent. My blade could only fell so many of them. By the time the battle was over, my soulmate Davos had been taken from me! If I had only been a little stronger…” The man crumples under the weight of his guilt.
“Fear not,” you kneel beside him. “I will find your husband.”
Summary: You and Steve spend a lot of time at bookstores. This is just one of your very cute moments.
Pairings: Steve Rogers x reader (2nd person pov)
@its--fandom--darling prompt for 1k followers (((Congratulations))) "BookstoreAU with Steve Rogers. "If you keep kissing my face like that I'll have to retaliate"
A/N: My first time writing anything about Steve, so please let me know if you like it.❤
Bookstore! AU: Steve Rogers. "If you keep kissing my face like that I'll have to retaliate"
Steve has never been one for watching tv, movies, or binge-watching anything on Netflix; he’s an avid reader instead. Any time you would ask him to watch something with you, he would always sigh and respond with something like, "Y’know Y/N.. Why would I watch that when I can just pick up this book right here and use my imagination? I guarantee you that it’s better than whatever those directors and actors are doing!” while gesturing at his weekly read.
His response would typically elicit an eye roll from you. “I know you would like this movie though," you whined, "...but fine! Just know I'm very determined, and I'm going to get you to watch something sooner or later!” you tell him as you get up from the couch, dragging your blanket, to join him in his chair where you two would sit and read for hours, taking turns reading each chapter aloud.
This was a weekly occurrence so you two had frequented many bookstores. You’ve been to enormous stores with floor to ceiling bookcases, tiny ones that could barely fit more than ten people, ones that looked like they used to be a part of a cathedral, ones that had cute little cafes, as well as ones without, and of course you two have been to more Barnes and Nobles than you can count. However, your favorite store to go to is quite large, but not so big that you could get lost in like some of the others. It's in an older building with a tasteful mixture of coved and coffered ceilings. The floors are a very light grey tile that looks almost like marble. The black bookcases were almost floor to ceiling contrasted nicely. There's a large seating area with a camel-colored couch and two cozy grey chairs at the back of the store where you and Steve spent hours reading and chatting about his past missions.
You two get to the bookstore and as you pull into the parking lot you could feel his energy shift. He was so excited to find something new to read, you barely parked the car before he jumped out. You laughed as he rushed around the car to open your door. He noticed you laughing as he opened your door so he grinned and shot you a wink as you stepped out, "C'mon doll," he said as he offered you his arm. You took it and you two strolled into the store.
Steve's eyes lit up as you walked into the oh-so-familiar store. "I'm gonna head this way, babe." You said, nodding your head toward the fantasy section.
"Alright, meet me in our spot when you're ready to pay?" He asked and kissed your cheek.
"You got it, Cap!" You said wryly, flashing him an ornery smile as you walked away. You could hear him laughing as you went to one of the bookcases.
After browsing for about twenty minutes, you decided on The Bone Shard Daughter by Andrea Stewart and The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller. You wandered yours and Steve's spot to find that Steve already beat you there and was sitting in one of the chairs reading The Book of Lost Names by Kristin Harmel and he had four other novels sitting next to him. He was so immersed in the story that he didn't notice you come into the room and sneak behind him. You quietly set your books down on the floor, stood up, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders before he could detect your presence. He jumped a bit but quickly realized it was you when you began planting kiss after kiss on his face.
He chuckled and you could feel his face getting warm as he blushed. "Now, Doll... If you keep kissing my face like that I'll have to retaliate." He warned.
You leaned to the side and looked at him, raising your eyebrows in disbelief, "And that's supposed to make me stop?" You asked before beginning again.
"Okay, okay, okay! You asked for it. Let's get out of here." He said, getting up and grabbing his books before heading to the register to pay.
On the way home, you two sat in silence while he plotted his retaliation.
Getting rejected or failing at something does not change your worth.
Day 37 - A Reminder
Jour 28 du Pipstober - JJK (Fr)
Jour 28 - Secret de polichinelle
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The witch grew angry as she stared at the baby in your wife's hands that she had birthed only hours prior. "I wanted *your* firstborn! This is a trick!" You looked at the witch in confusion. Your wife panics. This was quite an exceptional way to learn about cheating.