#˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . just like the rain you cast the dust into nothing ⌗ 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘪𝘴𝘮 .

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she  clings to  cordell   for   dear   life   ,   hyperventilating   as   she's   pulled   from   the   depths   of   a   vivid   and   awful   dream .   cassie   still   sees   the   abuse   she's   suffered   in   her   life   ;   it's   all  still  there   when   she   closes   her   eyes.   only   as   her   boyfriend's   arms   envelop   the   blonde   in   a   strong   ,   reassuring   embrace   does   she   snap   out   of   her   trauma   response.   cerulean   orbs   flicker   to   the   clock   she's   placed   atop the table next to   her   side   -   she   loves   that   she has a  side   -   of   the   bed   ,   tense shoulders relaxing somewhat   as   @cordelliism   continues   to   sooth   and   comfort   her.   ❝   5  am   ,   i'm   so   sorry   ,   ❞   cass   whispers   ,   tucking   her   head   in   against   his   chest   as   labored   breathing   gradually   begins   to   slow .   

[howaerds]

when will her husband return from war

[ace-of-gay]

Between cold and warm, hes home

Loki x reader

Warnings: thunder and lightning, physical contact, a confrontational customer nothing to be worried about lol

No pronouns nor skintone used or implied including no hair textures mentioned

Welcome to all body types

1,321words

Edited to the best of my ability

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With a bounce in your step, a warm sunny morning, the forecast was predicted to be fairly warm, being the beginning of autumn it wasn’t quite time to put away the warmer months clothing, a couple more weeks.

You volunteered to pick up an extra few hours of someone else’s shift so they could have the time for a doctor's appointment, it was going to be fun.

Getting ready you put on a comfortable pair of shorts and a loose sitting t-shirt, a flannel for if your arms got cold, finishing up your morning routine, grabbing your headphones and bag kissing Loki goodbye and leaving for a ten to fifteen minute walk to work.

Why not savor the sun while its still there.

Once at work you put your headphones on and got into the groove of putting new books on the shelves, trinkets on display and checking in boxes of new inventory for next week, helping customers along the way.

A game of magic going on in the corner, hearing the cheers and laughter upon the group, children playing with the interactive center its perfect, or was perfect, taking your lunch break you head to the cafe across the street to get a sandwich and something to drink as usual.

Sitting down in the lounge to eat your sandwich and send off a couple emails and being ready to head back, throwing your trash away, carrying your drink with you, waving goodbye to the person behind the counter.

Clocking back in from your lunch. You quickly get back to that you had been doing, carrying a stack of books to go in the historical fiction section when you trip over books that were left off the shelf, the books in your hands scattering across the floor and yourself falling hard onto your chest not having time to catch yourself. At the moment the shop had been empty save for a few people in checkout.

Picking yourself back up and dusting yourself off and gathering the historical fictions.

Putting them in their place you go and put away the tripping hazard books and start tidying up the interactive area.

Your normal shift comes to an end, starting to work evening inventory, your coworkers clocking out leaving you with closing shift. The clouds rolling in, at first they didn't look like rain clouds but once they cast completely over you noticed that they were looking unreasonably dark grey to just be rain clouds.

Ten minutes or so later the first mark of rain hits down outside, hoping to yourself that it stops in time for you to walk back home.

About halfway through inventory and restock someone comes knocking on the door, a woman tries opening the door finding both are locked and knocking again.

You unlock the door and open it enough to talk "what can i do for you ma'am?" You smile, your customer service voice playing role.

"You know what i want, I’m here to shop" she snaps

Pointing at the closed sign and the printing of the store hours on the window you chime, "I’m sorry but we closed almost two hours ago, you’ll have to come back tomorrow or another time, I’m sorry for the inconvenience"

Trying to push her way in "yes but you’re here so do your job" you close the door quickly locking it, your hands trembling, luckily she leaves while screaming how you’ve lost a valuable customer.

Finishing up you shoot Loki a text letting him know its been a bit of a weird day and that you’re clocking out a half-hour early after getting permission from your boss.

The rain hasn't stopped, infact it seems as though its started coming down harder.

Stuffing your phone and your headphones into your bag after wrapping them in your flannel in hopes of keeping them from getting wet, locking up and doing your best to walk under the store canopies, making it a couple blocks when a car driving past hits a deep puddle splashing you, luckily your bag stayed mostly dry.

A crack of thunder followed by a flash of lightning, lighting up the sky, noticing the leaves on the ground and the ones still changing in the trees. Your first instinct was to try and get home to make sure Loki was okay because of the storm, you really didn't care about how cold and uncomfortable you happen to be without your music, the center of the storm just so happened to be over your city, it doesn't look like its going anywhere.

You a block or so from home and all instinct hits to go as fast as your body can handle, you can see your apartments.

A small cast of warmth creating its place in your chest, finally this strange day is over, running up the stairs you fumble with your keys when the door clicks and opens from Loki.

He’s standing there with a fluffy towel, pulling you inside you feel a sense of warmth wrap around you in tour home, an a towel straight out of the dryer.

Helping you out of your shoes he has you wrapped up in the towel, leading you to the bathroom, "oh my mortal i am so glad you are safe" you can see it in his eyes, he’s relieved.

Helping you rid your body of the soaking wet, freezing cold clothes he helps you into the warm bubble bath he had ran for you just minutes prior to you arriving.

Making sure you are comfortable, he places a cup of tea on the edge of the tub for you, dimming the lights he steps out for a moment but returning with a pair of pajama bottom and a green henley from his side of the closet.

"Have you eaten since lunch?" He questions

Shaking your head he smiles to himself.

"Come on out when you feel ready my love" with a smile he walks out of the room.

Once the water had lost its heat, most of the bubbles had faded and you had finished you tea you pulled the drain, stepping out to dry off, getting dressed in the comfy clothes he left you, you emerge from the bathroom to the smell of your favorite dinner, the thunderstorm much more enjoyable from inside your cozy home he hands you a plate and taking his own, sitting next to each other on the couch eating and watching whatever movie happened to be on.

"I put your phone and headphones on their chargers, and hung your bag up to air dry over the weekend" he mentions.

Once done with dinner he cleans the plates and returns, you’re leaning into his side when feels it’d be more comfortable cuddled in bed where he can hold you close. He truly does love you, whether or not it can change the temperature of his cold skin he feels warmer when he’s with you and its never been such a desperate desire to run through him until he met you, you feel like home.

Helping you up he leads you to the room letting you get comfortable under the covers while he pucks out a book. Joining you he pulls you to where your half on top of him, he places a gentle chilling kiss to your temple before opening the book to read aloud.

The thunder outside and the rustling leaves on the trees, his voice like a lullaby, a love song through each and every heart beat and humm from his chest, if there was an option to stay like this forever he would do beyond anything to make you feel even just a sliver of peace you’ve brought him, truly he sees your gift as unsurpassed, there is nothing he could do to ever show you everything he feels because of you but he plans to spend this lifetime of your trying.

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If youre gonna ask what happend to it being shorter than my normal... uhm im honestly asking myself the same thing, this was gonna be 600 words max .. yet here we are at my normal fic length.

Weather is based on what weather is like here in my state i know its different all over the place

[sleepysera]

17, 18 and 19 please!

aww @eveesque thank u for the music ask game questions ♡ i'm adding a cut bc i'm annotating these in the margins.

[I might post these on @tinyblips]

17. 4 songs that make you think of a specific person

Circadian Rhythm (Last Dance) - Silversun Pickups Currently on repeat. A dance in a gay bar after work, and headlights behind me in the fog at 4 in the morning. Don't really have to stay, don't really have to leave, and yet we're here, we're here, we're here, we're here-- Circles - Post Malone About a smile that's faded in the dust, and it's almost been a year. A heart drawn on a window that's slowly vanishing with the sunlight and the rain and just the simple passage of time. Maybe the Time Traveler never made it out, and maybe that's okay after all. Auf Achse - Franz Ferdinand A giggle in the high school halls, and maybe the vibrations caused by those sound waves over a decade ago are still causing vibrations in the sky now. Maybe the love that had nowhere to settle settled up high in the clouds above us, swirling and turning into snow falling gently upon my eyelashes. Smile Like You Mean It - The Killers A sigh in a parking lot late at night staring up at the stars with an iPod well worn. Cars passing by in the night and I wonder where I'll be ten years from now--twenty even. The feeling settled unwelcome in my chest: I knew that we were already done, and soon enough you weren't going to be part of my story anymore.

18. 4 songs you would listen to when you can’t sleep

The Moon is Down - Explosions in the Sky The feeling of tired eyes and a weary soul. The change is here, and all that's left is to breathe through it softly. The winds will settle, and the waves will wash all of it away, and you will stand on the rock in the sea under the moon surrounded by the grace of love and the knowledge that you did the best that you could. There is no harm in that for nothing is ever wasted. In the quiet night before dawn, there are no regrets, and there are no more tears to be shed. Waltz in A-Minor, Op. Posth. - Frédéric Chopin The college dorm sheets sit in disarray, and the glow of the lamplight haunts the window until the break of dawn. Insomnia lines the eyes thick with the tragedy of isolation and doubt. Coffee sits cold and untouched, along with the question of whether it's best to lean into the untired sleepiness with another cup, or to sit restlessly deep into the night with eyes unclosing. My Love - Sia The fog wraps itself upon the city like a lover left out in the cold. Lights beckon the unsleeping eyes, and hesitant fingers play restlessly with zippers up and down, up and down. The streetlamp casts its glow upon the movement of the fog, reflecting the swirls of the soft night breeze, showing what was invisible like a love and a sigh and a death. What is the separation of consciousness? What does it mean to love, and what does it mean to die? Rubber Ball - Cage the Elephant My hands are shaking. They are cold and cracked dry. I've worked them day after day, night after night, doing too much for people who don't even need it--don't even want it. Why do we try so hard to succeed? Why do we try so hard to be lovable? Why does my heart always feel like it's never enough--like I'll never be loved?

19. 4 songs that help you work

everything i wanted - Billie Eilish Cold are the echoes of my steps through the stairwell; hard is the slam of the door to the offices. White are the walls and grey are the carpets; cubicle after cubicle passes by my scanning eyes, scanning, ever scanning. The office supplies are supplied; the coffee freely flowing. A whisper in my heart tells me it's not right, but I know that this is home. I wouldn't rather be anywhere else than this place that's accepted me for who I am. The screams of home don't exist here. The constant threats of homelessness are a stranger to these walls. lofi hip hop radio - LoFi Girl Mischievous laughter during the holiday break, and my friend and I cast the LoFi Girl on the big screen TV of the lobby conference room. Office work is a steady beat, and with no one in the building the beat gets slower, and the talk gets thicker. We lounge and pretend we're friends, slowly beginning to understand that maybe we've been friends all along--maybe even a certain type of family. He asks the real questions, about life, about dreams. We breathe and pass the hours away, happy for the moments we can spend knowing what it means to be valued. Helena Beat - Foster the People The days are getting longer, and my shoes hit the concrete, fast. I look at the same hallways I've looked at every day, each time finding something different I hadn't seen before. Looking at the building with an artist's eye I observe all the little things that make it what it is. Was that pipe always there? The table sits just so, perfectly centered between chairs that swivel back and forth between nervous conference calls. I look out the window of the top story to see the pale moon rising behind the mountains and I know--the time for life is now. The thought crosses my mind, and I wonder if this is what it means to be alive: to help people who matter to you do their job well. When I'm Small - Phantogram For all the thrills that office life gives me (and the endless hammerheads and double shot cappuccinos), the thought still sits restlessly covered under the sands at the bottom of my heart: "Ah, so you're leaving." The thought sits heavy in my throat that I had dared to think I had found a friend--a best friend, even. One who would run with me beside the violent stormy seas at night; one who would show up and help me clean my room when I'm at my very worst, tired and angry, lashing out at the world and everyone who ever loved me. Taking the tides of my volatile soul he tempered it, sustained it, grew through it. And yet as he sits in his desk down the hall newly promoted, the thought sticks like a wrench in the cogs of my mind. This is only temporary, and one day, he is leaving.

[howaerds-a]

❝   baby  , i'm fine   ;   the   doctor   says   i   can   still   ride   for   a   few   more   weeks   ,   ❞   cassie   giggles   ,   tugging   the   reins   just   enough   to   slow   libby   down   to   a   halt .   ❝   are   you   seriously   pulling me  over   right   now   ?   ❞   it's   then   that   she   notices   stella   ,   perched   on   the   fence   behind   the   ranger   with   an   apologetic   smirk   plastered   across   her   visage .   ❝   well   at   least   you   got   someone   to   tow  the  vehicle   ,   ❞   she   snorts   ,   shaking   her   head   as   @cordelliism   stands   expectantly   with   his   back   turned.   with   a   sigh   both   defeated   and   amused   ,   she   waits   for   stella   to   secure   the   reins   under   liberty   belle's   bridle   and   steps   out   of   one   stirrup.

❝   better   hurry   up   ,   stell   -   i   think   i'm   about  to get  cuffed   ,   ❞   the   blonde   chides   ,   earning   herself   a   disgusted   groan   from   the   teenager   as   she   maneuvers  her  body   -   and   her   just   barely   noticeable   bump   -   onto   cordell's   back.   ❝   you're   gonna   be   so   much   fun   the   next   few   months   ,   aren't   you   ?   ❞   cassie   teases   ,   leaning   around   to   plant   an   affectionate   peck   on   the   stubbled   line   of   his   jaw.

[howaerds-a]

𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 . the bloodhound adopted by cassie and cordell ( @cordelliism ) , named in honor of the ranger's love for king of the hill .

-- 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 --

[howaerds-a]

though  saline  glitters   behind   her   eyes   ,   the   blonde   stubbornly   attempts   to   pull   her   countenance   together.   she   was   unprepared   for   just   how   hard   the   words   have   hit   her   ,   the   truth   in   which   is   all   but   evident.   cassie   has   lost   so   very   much   in   her   life   .   .   .   her   youth   ,   her   innocence   ,   her   baby   .   .   .   the   list   goes   on   and   on   ,   and   she   has   yet   to   get   any   better   at   hiding   the   way   a   lifetime   of   instability   has   affected   her   mental   state.   the   span   of   her   neck   flexes   with   the   effort   of   swallowing   back   a   sob   ,   cerulean   optics   darting   upward.

❝   i'm  fine   ,   ❞   she   lies   ,   trying   her   very   best   to   shake   the   anxiety   out   through   her   hands .   the   hitch   in   her   cadence   is   evident   ,   however   ,   and   the   frustration   of   this   only   serves   to   tip  the levee   and   allow   cassie's   tears   to   stream   freely   down   rosy   cheeks .   for   a   few   moments   she   simply   stares   into   space   ,   before   finally   coming   to   the   conclusion   that   there   is   simply   no avoiding   being   seen   in   this   condition.   petite   digits   flick   salted   droplets   from   a   flushed   visage   ,   expression   timidly   apologetic as she finally turns toward @cordelliism .   ❝   i'm   so   sorry   ,   this   is   so   embarrassing   ,   i   just   -   i'm okay   ,   i'm   sorry.   ❞

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❝ she is literally almost as old as i was when we started dating , cordi . ❞

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𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥 . ( @cordelliism )

-- 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 --

[howaerds-a]

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥 . ( @cordelliism ) cassie teaches cordell the way of the selfie .

-- 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 --

[howaerds-a]

@cordelliism

[howaerds-a]

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥 . ( @cordelliism ) emily's spirit finally finds peace , but not before giving cassie and cordell her blessing .

-- 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 --

[howaerds-a]

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥 . ( @cordelliism )

-- 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 --

[howaerds-a]

𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 . given to cassie by cordell ( @cordelliism ) once she's gotten used to ranch life , liberty belle - or ❝ libby ❞ as she calls her - is an eleven year old flea bitten grey thoroughbred mare . she's seventeen hands tall ( requiring a mounting block for cassie to ride ) and has some mild trauma surrounding abuse from a former owner . seeing a lot of herself in the mare , cassie develops an incredibly close connection as she and libby learn to heal together .

[howaerds]

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥 . ( @cordelliism )

-- 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 --

[howaerds]

hubband :(