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Timeless - Part 2: "School Lovers"
"There was one of a teenage couple in a driveway, holding hands on the way to a dance..."
Summary: It's the kind of love you find once in a lifetime, the kind of love you don't put down, and somehow, you know you would've found each other in every life.
'Timeless' Chapter List | The Grumpy Sunshine Series
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"Rebecca..." Bucky deeply sighs, resting his head against the metal bleacher behind him, "Please, I don't wanna hear this anymore."
"I'm just sayin'. I've never seen you this torn up about a girl. It's a sign."
Bucky squints as he stares up at the sky, groaning at his little sister, "A sign, Becca?" 
"It is," Rebecca insists. "Your heart knows before your brain does."
Bucky lifts his head up slightly, with the sole purpose of glaring at Rebecca, "You need to stop reading all that romance, it's rotting your brain from the inside out."
Rebecca lightly smacks him her chosen book of the week, "Maybe you should pick up a book or two. I'm tellin' you, a girl like that isn't gonna wait forever, Bucky. You mark my words."
"Bucky! Bucky! Bucky!" Steve's voice bellows down the field, cutting through the track field as fast as his asthmatic lungs will allow him to. 
"Jesus, Steve," Bucky's eyes blow wide as Steve comes to a screeching halt in front of him and Rebecca. "What happened to you?"
Steve doubles over at the very bottom of the bleachers, one hand on his knee as he tries to catch his breath, the other holding up a finger at Bucky and Rebecca. He wheezes, his breath still ragged, "The dance- it's the dance."
Bucky slides off of his seat, stepping down the bleachers, he pats Steve on the back, "Settle down, Steve. You're gonna give yourself an asthma attack."
"You're never gonna," Steve tries to speak in between pants, "Believe... it."
"Breathe, Steve," Bucky admonishes. "Where's your inhaler?"
Steve pulls the inhaler out of his pants pocket, taking a large puff of it before attempting to speak again. 
Bucky quirks an eyebrow, equally amused and concerned at his friend's antics, "Better?"
"Someone asked her to the dance, Buck!" Steve rushes out. 
"What? Who?" Bucky questions with wide, frantic eyes. 
"The girl, Bucky, the girl you've had a massive crush on forever-"
Bucky frowns, cutting Steve off before he can embarrass him anymore, "I meant who asked her."
"Oh..." Steve sheepishly chuckles, his hands lifted above his head, "John asked her."
"John? Which John? John M.?" Rebecca frantically asks. "John B.? John L.?"
"John W."
"No," Rebecca gasps in horror. She turns to her brother with a remorseful smile and a consolation pat on the back, "Sorry, Buck. I tried warning you."
"She told him no."
"What? But he's so-" Rebecca begins to swoon, only for Bucky to cut her off with a glare over his shoulder. She shakes her head, quickly backtracking, "I mean, he's so ugly, so short, plus all that time he plays football, who would want that? No one in their right mind would go out with the school quarterback."
"Nice save," Steve quips. 
Rebecca's hands settle on her hips with a huff and a sharp glare at Steve, "Shut up, Steve."
"Anyway, my lab partner heard it from her friend who heard it her best friend that heard it from her lab partner that she said she was waiting for someone else to ask her to the dance."
"What?" Bucky exhales. 
"She's waiting for you to ask her, you idiot!" Rebecca excitedly shouts. 
"Language, Rebecca!" Steve chastises.
Rebecca glares at him even harder this time. Her eyes narrow at him with accusation and a sharp warning, "Steve, I swear if you don't tell me everything that you know right this instant I'm going to tell your mother that you hitchhiked to Jersey with Bucky."
Steve's hands fly up in innocence,"That's it, I swear, I don't know anything else!"
Rebecca suddenly gasps, a mischievous glint flickering in her eye. She sees you cutting through the running track, books in hand, just about to start your trek home. It was rare for you to walk alone. Usually there was some desperate boy after you or your friends crowding around. Rebecca smirks to herself, she couldn't have planned it better herself. It was fate. 
"You're up to something," Bucky accuses. 
"Me?" Rebecca dramatically gasps. "When have I ever been up to anything?"
"Oh, she's definitely up to something," Steve agrees.
Before either of them can interrogate Rebecca any further, she stands up from her seat on the bleachers, wildly waving her arms at you, "Hey, over here!" 
"Becca," Bucky sharply warns.
Rebecca pays him no mind, beaming as you make your way over to them. Bucky fiercely blushes, trying his best to play it cool. He's mesmerized by you. Always has been.
Your books tucked to your chest, poodle skirt flowing around your legs, the setting sun casting an almost ethereal glow on you. And that smile. You look at him with that shy smile and in that moment, he swears he's as asthmatic as Steve is.
You tuck your books under your arm, waving at the three of them, "Hi, everyone."
"Hey!" Rebecca exuberantly greets, a mischievous smirk flashing in her face, "How's it going?"
"It's going," you chuckle. "What are you guys up to?"
"We were actually just talking about the dance!"
"Rebecca," Bucky hisses under his breath.
Rebecca pays no mind to Bucky's warning or the glare burning a hole in the side of her head. She tilts her head slightly and smiles sweetly at you, "You going with anyone? I heard that John asked you."
You playfully glare at Rebecca, resting your hand on your hip, "And how would you know about that?"
"A little birdie," Rebecca coyly replies. 
"Well, I would tell that little birdie that gossiping is a terrible habit," you playfully counter. "And I would also say that I'm waiting for the right person to ask." Bucky might be hallucinating from the lack of oxygen, but he swears you glance in his direction. "It's our senior dance, I want it to be a perfect night."
"Makes sense," Rebecca agrees. She nudges her head, jutting her thumb to the two men sitting behind her, "These two are still trying to get the courage up to ask someone. 'Specially Bucky."
"Rebecca," Bucky harshly whispers. 
You snicker at the furrowed expression Bucky aims at his sister. "Anyone would be lucky to go with you boys. I just know any girl would love for either of you to ask them."
"Most girls want someone taller than them," Steve grumbles, hunched over as his hands rest beneath his chin. 
"Not from what I've heard," you quip.
Steve's ears perk up, sitting straight up, "Really? What'd you hear?"
"That Peggy Carter wants you to ask her."
Steve scrambles forward, almost tripping on the last step of the bleacher, "Peggy - Peggy Carter? Margaret? That Peggy Carter?"
"Are there any other ways to say her name, Steve?" you tease.
"Hey, I thought you said gossip was a bad habit," Rebecca whines. 
"I never said I was a saint, Becca." You blithely shrug, smirking at her. You nudge your chin in the other direction, "Anyway, I should be going, I gotta long walk home."
"Bucky will walk you!" Rebecca blurts out. 
Bucky's eyes widen at his sister offering him up on a silver platter. You catch the look on Bucky's face and wave Rebecca away with mild disappointment, "No, don't worry about me. Besides, I live a good mile away from your neighborhood." 
Rebecca shoots a glare at Bucky, nudging her head in your direction. Her eyes widen at Bucky, warning him of her words from earlier. There wouldn't be many more, or likely not anymore at all, chances for Bucky to get the courage. It was now or never. 
"It's getting dark," Bucky finally pipes in. "You shouldn't walk alone."
Your eyes flicker from Becca to Bucky. Behind him, Rebecca nods at you, urging you to say yes to Bucky's offer. Bucky's ice blue eyes bore at you, trying to tell you convey something you don't quite understand yet. But you hope you will soon. 
Your heart flutters at the thought of being alone with Bucky. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose."
"I want to," Bucky eagerly insists, standing up off the bleachers, "Really want to."
You can't help the way your face lights up with a warm smile and a shy blush, you nod, "Sure, I'd like that."
"Let me take those for you." Bucky reaches out, taking your two textbooks from your hand. He looks at you for a long moment, unabashed in his staring and you in yours. 
You smile up at him, "What a gentleman."
"And my work here is done," Rebecca blissfully sighs as you both walk away side by side. 
"Um... hello?" Steve frustratedly groans, waving his hands at Rebecca. "I still don't have a date!"
Rebecca rolls her eyes at Steve, shaking her head at the clueless man, "My guess is if you don't ask Peggy in the next two days, she's gonna ask you."
"You think so?"
Rebecca gestures to you and Bucky walking away, "Have I ever steered you two wrong?"
For a long moment, you and Bucky walk in silence.
You've known Bucky since you were kids. You've liked him since you were kids, too. You liked the way he always defended Steve. You liked that he was funny but not mean. Smart, but not arrogant. You liked his air of confidence, the way he stood tall with his head held high.
That's not the case here. You can tell by the distant look in the eyes that you know and love and the little furrow in his brow that mar his normally boyish expression.
"Penny for your thoughts?" you ask after a long silence.
"Huh?"
You chortle with an almost teasing grin, "You're thinking about something awfully hard over there."
He shyly chuckles. "I'm just - I'm sorry about my sister. She can be a little insistent."
"Don't worry about it." You wave him off, "I like Rebecca, she's a good kid. All the girls in the senior class love her."
"She's got that effect on people," Bucky agrees, his normal, much more confident grin finally making an appearance, "Honestly, I think that's why people like me."
"I wouldn't say that. You can be very charming when you want to."
Bucky quirks an eyebrow, "Charming?"
You scoff, rolling your eyes at him, "Like you don't know."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Go for it."
"Who are you waiting to ask you to the dance?"
"Bucky Barnes!" you jokingly admonish. "A lady never reveals her secrets."
"Call it curiosity."
"Well, what about you?"
"I asked you first," he shoots back. Your smile falters for a split second. In that moment, Bucky decides he would do anything to take that look off your face. "I'm sorry. That's none of my business."
"No, no! It's alright, it's just -" You take a long moment, thinking about how you could possible answer Bucky's question without humiliating yourself, "He just didn't ask me. I don't think he will."
"Why not?"
"The dance is next week, time's running out." The silence remains for another long moment. You muster all your courage to look at him and ask him, "So what about you?"
"Me?"
You timidly shrug, hoping he can't see the disappointment that bogs down your step, "I heard Dot wanted you to ask her."
"'M not gonna go with Dot," he grumbles under his breath. 
"She's real pretty. She likes you a lot." Bucky offers a halfhearted shrug as his only response. That distant, furrowed look back on his face. "Is there someone you want to go with?"
"Yeah."
"Tell me about her."
The blush creeps up Bucky's face. "I've known her since we were kids - been in love with her since then, too."
You have to look away, staring at the fences of the neighborhood like their most interesting thing in the world. You're sure if you look at him, he'll see the disappointment clear as day on your face. "Oh."
Bucky swallows the knot in his throat, mustering all the courage he has to keep talking, hoping that you'll understand what he's not brave enough to say outright. "She's smart, friends with all my friends, with my sister, even. She's perfect. Rebecca keeps tellin' me to just ask, but I keep chickening out."
You're not quite sure what to say to that, so once again, you walk in silence.
"What about your guy?" Bucky finally asks.
"He's not my guy," you correct much too quickly.
"You're avoiding the question. Is he a jock?"
You chuckle, rolling your eyes, "No."
"A nerd? 'Cause I've heard they can be real shy."
"He's smart, but he doesn't like people knowing that. A real goofball, sometimes. He's tall and handsome. Always defending his friend."
"Sounds like a good guy," Bucky frowns, watching the cars pass the two of you by.
"He is," you agree. For a moment, you want to stop there, leave it at that. But there's something inside you telling you that you'll never get another chance to tell him how you feel. And for some reason, you can't bear to live with that regret for the rest of your life. "His sister's a bit of a gossip, very insistent, too. You can't hold that against him, though."
Your words catch Bucky completely off guard. For a minute, Bucky swears he's hallucinating. He shakes his head, trying to bite down the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth, "No, course not."
"But..." You take a long sigh, "He just never asked me."
"Only an idiot would let an opportunity to take you to the dance slip away."
"Are you?"
"What?"
"An idiot?"
His hand shyly grazes against yours. You're acutely aware that this is the first time he's ever touched you. His finger tips graze yours, once, twice. 
"No, not typically - usually only if there's a pretty girl involved." He reaches out the third time, this time, he doesn't let go. His fingers lace with yours. "Would you like to go to the dance with me?"
Your heart flutters as his hand grips yours. You know there's something so wholesome and heartwarming about that first love, but you're not sure that this is that. It's something so much more. It's something that feels like finally coming home. It's the sort of feeling that lasts a lifetime. It's the sort of feeling you don't put down. 
"Yes."
So you didn't put it down. And neither did he. He never let go. 
Not when he picked you up from your parents' home on the night of your senior dance. 
Not when you stood in the driveway on the way home from the dance for much longer than you should have, just to steal a few more moments with each other. 
Not after graduation. Not when he got down on one knee. Not when you bought your first house together. Rebecca insisted on a photograph to commemorate her own match making skills. You and Bucky sat on the porch of that first house, laughing as Rebecca tried getting you to sit still. 
There was no proof, but somehow, you just knew, you and Bucky were gonna be timeless.
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Having an entire song where Taylor’s like “listen u dumb bitch. U are not the exception. He does not love you.” Only for the very next song to be “I can see our souls meeting no matter the time period…we were meant to be”. Honestly peak romantic behavior. It’s like looking at two pages of my diary side by side. Both are about the same person.
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jakeperalta · 9 months
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even in a different life, you still would've been mine
we would've been timeless
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1989taylorsversion · 9 months
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I can think of nothing more quintessentially Speak Now Taylor Swift than an entire song written about an antique shop
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strawlessandbraless · 9 months
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Thinking about Dean’s super hetero obsession with Eliot Ness and how Misha also played him in another TV series
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I have been at war with the hotel wifi and have emerged victorious
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The Ford Foundation, New York City - Kevin Roche
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chere-indolente · 4 months
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Trois femmes aux ombrelles
And we're back at the regular 1880's fashion with this set which inludes bustle skirts in 3 lenghts, 2 skirt overlays, 3 flower accessories, a parasol and an umbrella !
More pics and download below
As referenced in the title, this set was inspired by Marie Bracquemont’s painting : Trois femmes aux ombrelles ou Les Trois grâces / Three Ladies with Parasols or Three Graces, 1880.
Thanks to @javitrulovesims for making the perfect pose for this set !
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Once again, these skirts have a slight bustle shape which would best fit for the natural form era : roughly 1875 - 1883 ; (well actually, the size of the bustle is dependant on the size of the sim’s butt so do with that what you will). They are more ornate than my Cueillette skirts featuring some gathered layers and trims typical of the period, so they would be better suited for higher class people or more dressed up occasions.
And as always I give you 3 versions with each a different lenght to have more teen options and worker friendly options . The short one end mid calf, the medium one is ankle lenght and the long is full lenght. 
74 swatches : 22 solids, 10 floral, 6 plaid, 25 striped & 11 polka dot patterns
3 lenghts : S, M & L
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These two overlays will allow to respectively change the gathered layers and the trim swatches in order to channel the trim crazy period that were the 1880's.
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in the middle finger section
74 swatches for the skirt overlay : 22 solids, 10 florals, 6 plaids, 25 stripes & 11 polka dots patterns
22 solid swatches for the trim overlay
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To properly channel Marie Bracquemond's painting I needed a bunch of flower accessories so you will find 3 accessories in this set : a hair flower, a collar flower and a boutonnière. In my opinion these are pretty timeless and can suit a wide array of looks as portrayed in the pictures below.
These are all edits of @the-melancholy-maiden's Hair Flowers Through the Ages Part 2 thanks to her very open TOU.
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none of these are compatible with hats
51 swatches : the-melancholy-maiden's original 29 colors and my 22 colors
the collar flower and the boutonnière are in the necklace section
the hair flower is in the hat section, available for both female and male frames
the hair flower is hat slider compatible
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I made both an umbrella and a lacey parasol (using Javi's texture). These are rather timeless too I think, they are definetely suited for late victorian and edwardian eras.
These are both edits of @javitrulovesims's Meiji Komorebi Accessory Parasol, thank you Javi !
NOT compatible with necklaces, earrings, piercings or anything using the same UVmap (such as kijiko's lashes unfortunatly)
in the right index finger section
45 swatches : 2 colors for the frame and handle, 22 for the canopy and 1 fully black swatch
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Download : dropbox — simfileshare
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down the block, there's an antique shop and something in my head said, "stop," so i walked in. on the counter was a cardboard box and the sign said, "photos: twenty-five cents each"
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Down the block, there's an antique shop And something in my head said, "Stop," so I walked in
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Timeless - Part 1: "An Antique Shop"
"Down the block there's an antique shop, and something in my head said "stop", so I walked in..."
Summary: It's the kind of love you find once in a lifetime, the kind of love you don't put down, and somehow, you know you would've found each other in every life.
'Timeless' Chapter List | The Grumpy Sunshine Series
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"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes," you dramatically sigh into your phone. You appreciated Sam's concern, but the truth was you just missed Bucky. You miss him so much it aches deep in your ribcage. You'd never gone this long without him being by your side, and while sometimes missions like that couldn't be helped, you couldn't help just how badly you missed your person. "I told you, I just felt like getting out today."
"I'm just a little worried about you."
"And I appreciate you checking on me, but I'm really fine, Sam. I'm just walking around, hopefully, it'll take my mind off James."
"He'll be home before you know it," Sam reminds you for the dozenth time. 
"I know," you softly exhale, ambling down the quiet streets of Upstate New York. "It's just- this is the longest we've ever gone apart, it sorta sucks."
"I can't believe it's been two months. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually miss him. No one's yelled at me in 8 weeks. No one's told me to shut up. Or tried to kill Redwing," Sam continues listing, though his inflection lifts from sad to upbeat and cheery, "What am I saying? This is great! This is-"
"Sam," you halfheartedly admonish. 
"I'm just kidding," Sam teases. "Kinda."
You shove your hands in your pockets, wedging your phone in the crook of your neck, "He said they're trying to wrap things up, so I'm hoping he'll be back soon."
"I hope so too," Sam quietly agrees. "For you, I mean. I don't miss him at all."
You playfully roll your eyes at him, "Sam..."
"I miss him so much," Sam finally admits with a loud groan, "I can't believe it's been eight weeks! I'm so bored. There's no one here to mess with. There's no one to pull pranks on. What the hell am I supposed to do with my free time?"
"I know, I know," you console Sam. "I miss him too."
"Are you sure you're okay?" Sam practically whines. "Because I hate him half the time and I miss the grumpy bastard."
You chuckle, a faint smile tugging at the corner of your mouth, "I'm fine, I promise. I'll call you when I'm on my way back."
"Alright, be careful."
You stuff your phone back in your pocket and continue your lonely walk. The streets are quaint. The store fronts even more so. It's a comforting place to be when comfort ran scarce in the last few weeks. 
You missed him. There was no other way to put it. Your heart yearns for his presence. You wanted him back home, safe, and with you. 
But sometimes, these things just couldn't be helped. You knew that. Sometimes, it was you on the other line with Bucky impatiently waiting for your safe return home. Right now, it was your turn to put on a brave face for him. All you could do is remind him that you would be there waiting for the moment that he made it back home to you.
It was a small price to pay for the kind of love you only find once in a lifetime. 
But still, eight weeks was starting to really hurt.
It didn't help that your own work was uncharacteristically slow. Your own assignments ground to a vicious halt while everyone else was off working around the clock. It was a cruel irony that everything seemed to come to a halt without Bucky by your side. 
You did everything possible to keep yourself busy, to keep your mind off his absence. 
You spent days with Sam, doing your best to entertain yourselves with your shortage of work and a missing member of your trio. 
Trained with Natasha. 
Meditated with Bruce. 
Listened to Steve telling old war stories. 
You even went on an early morning run with Sam - that was how desperate you were to fill your time. 
With only the sounds of your shoes against the cobblestone filling your ears, you stroll down the empty streets.
Today hurt more than any of the other days. You'd woken up in a cold, lonely bed. The weight of his absence felt like lead in your bones, making it hard for you to even get out of bed. Your apartment was one giant reminder that you were all alone. The Compound wasn't any better. Everything screamed his name. His presence was nowhere, but his absence was everywhere. 
So you took off. To find some place where it hurt just a little less. 
Down the block, you see an antique shop that catches your eye. Something in your head tells you to stop, there's something calling you inside, and you don't fight that feeling. You shrug to yourself, what was there to lose?
A bell softly dings above you as you amble into the antique shop.
And it's like you're transported to a different place, a different time, somewhere where it hurts a little less. You'll take the relief wherever you can get it. 
Your eyes rake over the old shop, your eyes don't know what to take in first. It overwhelms you, all these precious things forgotten by time. 
Boxes lined the counter, book lined shelf after shelf, knick knacks and little trinkets filled the store from top to bottom. A cardboard box sitting beside the register with a small sign that said 25 cents each calls your attention as you amble shuffle through the store. You peek inside and see dozens of photographs.
You smile down at the black and white pictures, each one takes you to a time and place you didn't know but to a feeling you know with your entire being. You remind yourself to take a closer look before you leave.
You keep strolling through the shop. It doesn't seem like there's a rhyme or reason to any of it. 
Your eyes rake over the shelves and shelves of books. An unexpected clang of an unseen grandfather clock startles you. It's when you jolt that your eye catches a brown leather bound book calls out you. You gently stroke the embossed spine of the book, a thin layer of dust covering the gilded title.
"That's my favorite."
You flinch, startled by the sudden proximity of the unfamiliar voice, "Huh?"
"The book." A kind, graying woman appears from behind one of the shelves. You smile at her. There's something strangely familiar about her that you can't quite put your finger on. She nods to the book on the shelf, "It's one of my favorites."
"What is it?"
She plucks the book from it's place on the shelf, placing it in your hands, "It's about a couple in the 1500's, off in a foreign land, torn apart by fate."
You frown down at the book, "How were they torn apart?"
"She engaged to another man."
Your lips press into a tight smile. "Oh."
"It's a fantastic story. It's yours, if you like."
Your eyes snap up to her, "Really? You don't have to-"
"I insist." She offers a warm smile, patting your hand, "You look like you could use a bit of cheering up."
"I'm really missing someone right now," you explain. "He'll be back soon, but I- I just miss him."
"Tell me about him."
"Oh, he's perfect," you sigh, walking through the store with the shopkeeper just beside you. "I couldn't ask for a better person. He was a little rough around the edges when we first met but we just work. It's just - he's just -"
"It's the sort of love you find once in a lifetime."
"Exactly." You smile at the woman. It sounds like she speaks from experience. You look around the store. There's so much tucked in each nook and cranny of the store that you wonder how all this found its way to this little store in upstate New York. You could hardly imagine all the stories that could be told here. "This place is incredible."
"I'm very proud of it. Each and every piece was found by myself or my husband."
You softly exhale, "Wow..."
The two of you amble through the store together as the shopkeeper tells you story after story about her and her husband's adventures from their youth. You're not sure how long you're there. If the slowly setting sun in the store window is any indication, it's been at least a couple hours. Though you have a sneaking suspicion that there's so many more stories that you could hear, you know you should be on your way. 
You peek into the box of photographs, asking the shopkeeper, "Do you know anything about these?"
She smiles at you, nodding as she begins to tell you the story of each of those photos that called out to you.
You listen to her every word. Though you've just met her, you don't doubt that every word she tells you is the truth. You can see it in each of the photos. Each a love like yours. A love that you find once in a lifetime. A love that you don't put down. A love that time could not break. Somehow, you know that they all lasted a lifetime.
You know because for a split second, you can only see yourself. You and Bucky. Together. A love meant for the ages. For a moment, you swear you're living each and every one of their love stories.
School lovers at a dance.
On a crowded street in 1944.
In the 1500's, off in a foreign land.
A graying couple on their front porch. 
There's no proof but you just know, they were timeless...
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wordsarelife · 23 days
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pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader
summary: draco malfoy wouldn’t have thought to come across you in a dark magic shop or how eager he would be to marry you
notes: i changed it up a bit, i hope that’s alright
warnings: mentions of grooming, loved ones dying || navigation
the dim light of the street lantern was falling into the window of the dark magic shop. the wind hit the bells behind the door when it got opened, making them chime a melodic melody.
“hello?” a voice asked.
you looked up from the paper on the counter and searched for the person that had just come through the door. it wasn’t long until draco malfoy entered your field of vision.
“l/n?” he asked surprised when his eyes fell on you.
“malfoy” you noted. his hair was as light as ever, but he looked a bit healthier since the last time you had seen him, which arguably wasn’t the best. it had been the final fight and you had watched him being walked away by his parents.
“what are you doing here?” he proceeded to ask “i wouldn’t have thought that someone like you would come anywhere near this shop”
you hadn’t been friends at hogwarts. quite the opposite really. you had always belonged to ron, hermione and harry, while draco had made it his mission to torture them.
although you had always been by their side, he had never once said anything about you. probably because even draco malfoy pitied you, like the rest of the school. your parents had been brutally killed by death eaters during your second year in hogwarts. even though you hated to see the pity in people's eyes, you had never noticed it when he looked at you. it was just silence, like he had not a single thought in his head whenever he would look at you, as if looking at you would silence the rest of the world.
you had always looked at bit smaller, a bit more fragile than your classmates. so fragile, not even draco malfoy dared to break you.
“my uncle bought the shop last year” you answered truthfully “and as i’m staying with him..” you trailed off, leaving the rest of the sentence hanging in the air.
“aha” malfoy nodded, and having decided that that was enough smalltalk either of you could endure, without growing uncomfortable, his hand went to the bag he was carrying and took something out.
he set the object down on the counter in front of you. it looked like a normal mirror, but it was black and you knew that it wouldn’t do you any good to search for your reflection.
“it’s my fathers” malfoy said after a few seconds of silence, before he cleared his throat “it was my fathers”
“oh” was all you could say.
“i’m trying to sell a few of his belongings.. that are on the darker side” his eyes found yours as he finally looked up “i don’t think anyone would be particularly happy about us still keeping those things”
“yeah, no” you agreed, gently taking the mirror into your hands.
“what does it do?” malfoy asked and you furrowed you eyebrows, surprised that he was asking you.
“nothing good” you said vaguely, watching his eyes darting over the object in your hands “it’s corruption” you concluded “every object of dark magic just corrupts the soul and in comparison, what they can do is just not worth it”
“i know” malfoy nodded quickly, his eyes returning to watch you instead of the mirror.
you wrapped it up in some paper and taped it shut, so no one was dared to look at it.
“that’s why i’m selling it” he said “that’s why i’m selling all of these things my father owned. it will just take me some time to find all of them”
“okay” you nodded, not sure what you could say instead.
“i just have the mirror with me today, i wanted it out of the house as soon as i found it” he added quickly. it seemed like not saying anything was motivation enough for him to talk.
or maybe, what you didn’t know was that he had so much to say, because he couldn’t tell it to anyone else. there were just him and his mother in that dark house and he wouldn’t try to talk to her about any of this. she had been through enough.
to his surprise he found a bit of comfort in your warm eyes, making it almost impossible for him not to tell you everything. and it was weird that you were harry potters best friend of all people. but you were friendly and you were here, so he didn’t care.
maybe he had never really cared that he should not be feeling about you this way.
you took out a book that seemed so old, that it almost fell apart when it hit the counter and turned the pages to find the price range for the dark magical object that was still laying next to you.
malfoy was watching you in complete silence and before he could question if the mood had shifted to become uncomfortable, a happy squeal broke out of your lips.
“i got it!” you smiled, pointing at the top of the page. malfoy tried to bend his head to look at it, before you were finally friendly enough to turn the book in his direction.
“huh” malfoy nodded “it's more than i thought it would be worth”
“that's quite common with these objects” you smiled happily and malfoy mirrored your expression. he was a bit surprised you were smiling at him, but it seemed like you didn’t harbour any hard feelings towards him.
he remembered you clearly, a few months ago at hogwarts, standing on the stairs, your braid ripped apart, lose strands of hair flowing in the wind. your face filled with dirt. there had been blood coming from a cut in your lip.
he wasn’t sure if he had just imagined it, but for a split second, your eyes fell on him. standing on opposite sides, tears brimming and flowing over your cheeks quickly.
maybe you had been the sole reason for him to throw his wand at harry potter. maybe he had done it because it had felt like you had asked him to.
how could he ever ignore the calling of a beautiful girl, standing in the middle of a war, crying for him to do something?
“thank you” he nodded when you passed him the galleons. he walked back to the door, feeling your eyes on him.
“draco” you called and he turned around quickly. he had never heard his first name coming out of your mouth. it sounded so beautiful when you said it. so soft and gentle, almost like it wasn’t a curse. “thank you”
no, he had not only imagined it.
draco smiled at you and nodded. he left the shop without another word.
it only took him about a day to come back. he spent more than just a few hours searching the house for more of his fathers artifacts, storing them away safely, so he could bring in one at a time. he wasn’t sure why, but the possibility of seeing you excited him. making his days bearable.
“draco” you greeted when he entered the shop. he was almost glad that you stuck to calling him by his first name.
“hello” draco nodded, he wasn’t daring enough to use your first name just yet.
“you came back quicker than i had thought”
just because of you, draco thought to himself, just nodding to you, as if that was answer enough.
just like the day before, his visit didn’t take long. with you inspecting the artifact, taking out the book and giving him his galleons before he could even ask you anything.
he made sure to bring more than just one object when he came in the next day.
“how have you been?” he asked as he watched you turn the pages of the book.
you shrugged, not quite sure what to answer “harry, ron and hermione went back to hogwarts, so it’s a bit lonely, but it’s alright”
it astonished him how often you spoke about your friends. you had even done that during your time in hogwarts, a bit like you were always dependent on them.
“why didn’t you?” he wasn’t sure if he was crossing a line.
“huh?” you looked up at him “went back to hogwarts?” you asked and his smile died down when you began to laugh. “no” you shook your head and he recognized the sadness quickly wandering over your face.
“and why—“ before he could finish his question, you had taken out the galleons and held them in his direction.
“here” you interrupted.
he left the shop with an uneasy feeling, scared he might’ve offended you. but everything was back to normal when he came in the next day and the few following after that.
it had been three weeks of him visiting the shop regularly, his mother already wondering what he was doing there so often, when for the first time it wasn’t you behind the counter, but an elderly man.
draco waited patiently at the door, as another costumer was standing at the counter.
“where is y/n, cornelius?” he could hear the man ask. he was well into his thirties, looking a bit too old to have any connection to you, but maybe you were just as friendly with him as you were with anyone else and draco really wanted to know the answer to his question.
“oh” the bearded man, probably cornelius, behind the counter shook his head “she went off to collect a few things that we need”
“that’s a pity” the costumer noted “i had hoped to see her beautiful face one of these days”
draco grimaced at that. he ignored the costumers greeting, before the man left the shop.
“hello” cornelius waved at draco to come forward.
“afternoon” draco greeted.
“draco malfoy, right?” the man asked “y/n told me about you coming in and selling your father’s artifacts”
“that’s right, sir” draco nodded.
“you two went to hogwarts together, didn't you?” cornelius smiled “i’m her uncle, cornelius barnes”
“it’s very nice to meet you, mr barnes” draco shook the man’s hand “is y/n alright?” somehow he could sense that barnes answer to the strange man’s question had been a lie.
“yes” barnes nodded “she’s just in the back. she’s not fond of hector” he pointed to the door.
“ah” draco nodded. he could understand that you’d rather hide away as soon as that man came into the shop, even draco found him uncomfortable.
“he’s been wanting to marry her” barnes continued and draco wondered if it was in the man’s nature to just tell private things to costumers or maybe, draco was the closest thing to a friend y/n had right now, considering the rest of them had went off to hogwarts.
“isn’t he at least ten years older than her?” draco wondered.
“twenty” barnes corrected and draco shivered. “sad enough that she’s actually considering it”
draco’s chin had almost hit the counter at that “what?” he asked outraged “why would she ever marry someone— like that” he finished quickly.
“i’ve been trying to talk her out of it, but she’s always been too selfless for her own good. she didn’t even go back to hogwarts”
“i had figured she didn’t want to”
barnes shook his head “she decided against it. i wish it wasn’t like that, but money is tight and y/n wants to do anything possible to save me” he pointed down to his leg “i’m not as fit as i was a few years ago”
draco nodded understandingly.
“she’s convinced that her marriage to a man like hector could help me” barnes shook his head sadly “i wish she wouldn’t feel as responsible for me and rather find a man she could have an equal relationship with, someone that could bring her comfort after my death, someone she could actually love”
“yeah” draco nodded and mirrored the man’s sad expression. he left the shop a few minutes later, the galleons clinking together in his pocket, which made him even sadder, feeling like he was robbing you and your uncle of your last money.
it took him more than just a few days to return back to the shop, carefully thinking about how he could help you best.
“draco” you smiled when he entered the shop and he could almost read the relief from your face. “it’s alright, uncle cornelius” you patted your uncles shoulder “you can sit down in the back, i will take care of it”
barnes greeted draco, before he limped into the back of the shop.
“he’s really nice” draco said as soon as the door to had closed.
“yeah” you smiled and draco noticed how much you admired the old man “sadly we all can’t stay young for forever”
draco nodded.
you looked at him expectingly “what?” you smiled “no dark magical object?”
“not quite, no” draco shook his head, before he took out the velvet box and set it down on the counter in front of you.
“what’s that?” you asked surprised. he looked at you and nodded when you went to open the box. a beautiful ring was shimmering so much it almost blended you. “a ring?” you wondered “okay, which curse was it hexed with?”
draco shook his head. “it’s my mothers. it’s not cursed..” he thought for a short second, before he added “or magical”
“draco?” you asked and he admired how his name slipped past your lips so effortlessly, so gentle it reminded him of his first visit to the shop and the shiver he had felt every time you had said it since.
“marry me” draco said a bit faster than anticipated.
“what?” you laughed, entirely astonished at his demand.
“your uncle told me about the money problems you had” he quickly explained “i get access to my father’s assets as soon as i’m twenty-five or sooner if i get married before that”
“my uncle told you that?” you repeated faintly.
“yeah, but it’s not a problem”
you looked up at him with big eyes. “you can’t just barge in here and ask me to marry you.. you can’t just come in here and save me.. that’s not how that works, draco” you shook your head and his heart sank.
“why not?” he wondered “i’d be ready to do that for you. you need money and i have it”
“draco” you touched his hand softly “i don’t want to get married out of convenience” you explained.
“but you're thinking about marrying hector?” he raised his voice.
“he really told you everything, huh?” you muttered, looking back at the door to the private area of the shop.
“y/n!” draco called and your eyes focused back on him.
“that’s different” you tried to escape his eyes.
“how is that any different? at least i’m not twenty years old than you!” draco argued “so you’d rather get married to that disgusting—“
“yes!” you interrupted and your voice was now matching the loudness of his. “you can’t just decide to marry me because it’d be the right thing to do!”
“but it is” he shook his head “i’m trying to help you. marrying me would benefit you”
“but i don’t want to get married to you like that” the sentence had left your mouth faster than you had been able to stop it, immediately making you close it and look down. right at the velvet box and the ring that was still sitting in the middle of you.
“what?” draco asked surprised.
you sighed “i don’t care about marrying hector out of convenience, but i would care if it was you”
the smile broke out quickly on draco’s face. “you would want to marry me?” he asked “but only for the right reasons?”
“i wasn’t talking about a marriage just yet” you raised your finger and corrected him “but i wouldn’t want to destroy that option just because i could profit from it. and if i would get married to you, it surely wouldn’t be because of your money”
draco almost recognized something in your eyes. something that you saw in him that no one ever did. and even though he had never seen it before, it felt familiar and safe. “do you think you could ever love me?” he asked unsurely. maybe he was just interpreting this conversation wrong.
“i think i have loved you longer than what was probably healthy for me” you whispered, leaning on the table and resting your chin on top of your hand. “do you think you could ever love me?” you repeated his question.
his smile grew impossibly bigger. “i don’t think i could even stop if i wanted to”
he was ready to jump over the counter, to hold you close and kiss you, to make all the bad years disappear.
but before he could do anything of that sort, you smiled and closed the box containing the ring, pushing it in his direction.
“so marriage is off the table?” he asked faintly.
“not completely” you smiled “but how about you take me on a date first?” you suggested.
“okay” he smiled, then he looked around the room. there was still your problem, the one that had provoked him to ask for your hand in marriage in the first place. “i think i know someone who would buy a few of these artifacts, for more than just their market price”
“you do?” you wondered and he nodded. it was like a weight had been lifted off you shoulders. or maybe for the first time in a long time, someone else knew what to do.
you went around the corner and hugged him. he held your head in his hands, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear before he finally kissed you. soft and gentle, making a shiver run down your spine.
after all, everything became better than you had hoped it to be. you returned to hogwarts, just having missed two months of classes that you had caught up to quicker than you had been able to worry about it.
draco had started finishing his education from afar, while helping your uncle to sell most of the magic items and finally deciding on new things to sell, completely updating the place until it was filled with costumers coming in all the time.
it took a few more years, but soon enough draco proposed to you again. and in the summer of the year 2002, y/n l/n married draco malfoy for only the right reasons.
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livesunique · 6 months
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Dunderave Castle, Inveraray, Loch Fyne, Scotland,
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pomgach · 6 months
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The story started when you said hello,
You’re always gonna be mine,
We’re gonna be timeless
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