Timeless

I Miss Him

He was my best friend.

 I don't understand why. 

Why? 

Why is he gone? 

He is...was so young. Only 20 years old. His birthday is this month on the 28th and he will never have that beer he'd been excited to buy himself and drink. He's always been such a good kid, so innocent. He would tell me he wanted to go crazy for the first time in his life on his 21st birthday and he won't ever have that moment. I will never see his adorable baby face. I will never see his huge smile. I will never play with his curly hair. I will never see him running around my house like a little kid. He was the type of person that can light up a room instantly. He could make you smile on your darkest hour. He was like my little brother. 

Now he's gone and there's nothing I can do. I can't hear his voice. I can't ever hear his singing voice again. We used to be the four of us and now there's three and it’s not the same. We don't laugh as loud anymore. We don't smile as bright. Something's missing with us. 

I didn't want to go to his funeral because I was afraid it would make it real but I went anyway, for him. For his family and for our friends.  I wanted to be strong and I couldn't. After the burial I practically ran to my car. I just sat and cried. I couldn't do anything else. I then heard two of my car doors open. It was the other two. We all sat in my car, sobbing. We held each other in the backseat. The three of us were devastated. We all miss him. I'm sad I'll never be able to tell him all the things I should have told him.

I love and miss my not so little, little brother.

Love,

Your forever sister

Love Language - Bucky Barnes

Acts of Service

He’s not good at saying what he’s feeling but he will show you with the little things. 

He randomly fixes things around your house because he saw it was broken. 

“It was bothering you, wasn’t it?” 

He would get a head start on your morning routine for you, fixing her coffee, getting coat, and bag together. 

“Here, I didn’t want you running all around in the morning.” 

Does the chores that you forgot about the day before and doesn’t even mention it. 

When he’s not on missions, he will always cook you breakfast, no matter what. 

It doesn’t matter that he had no sleep from a mission he got back on, he will be in that kitchen flipping pancakes, scrambling eggs, making coffee, or whatever he makes. 

He always makes sure your flower vase is full, always replacing them before they die. 

If you fall asleep somewhere, he will pick you up and tuck you into bed. 

When he goes on morning runs, he takes your dog with him. 

He takes responsibility for taking care of your dog.

He's a gentleman to you.

He opens your doors, holds your bags, walks on the outside of the sidewalk.

Emmett Cullen as a Boyfriend

Once he’s committed, that’s it. He’s locked in and doesn’t even notice other women in any way. 

He loves physical affection. 

Expect a lot of hugs, cuddles, affectionate touches, and his lifting or carrying you around. 

He is a classic adrenaline junkie. He wants to go on adventures with you and do a bunch of fun outrageous activities. 

He is naturally an uplifting, positive person, you cannot be in a bad mood when he’s around. 

He celebrates your wins like they’ve his own. He’ll shout and cheer no matter how small the victory. 

He’s a little possessive if others approach you but he has complete trust in you. 

Over the top gifts.

"I love you, but I'm not letting you buy me a car."

Constant teasing.

When you go to the gym, he goes with you even though it doesn't do anything for him. He just wants to spend more time with you.

"Hey can I borrow your hoodie?" "Sure, why?" "That guy keeps looking over and I need a pump cover." "You don't need it, I got you."

Proceeds to stand right behind you during squats, staring at the guy.

"Drink water, you're gonna pass out."

Even though he’s a big, strong man, he has absolutely no issues in loving you loudly. 

He will always compliment you and make sure people know you’re his. 

“That’s my girl.” 

“Damn, that’s hot.” 

“You are so damn gorgeous.” 

Carlisle Cullen as a Boyfriend

He is literally a mix of an angel and a victorian gentleman 

He is deeply compassionate. 

You have a rough day, “Tell me everything, my love.” 

He LISTENS! It’s rare for a man to just shut up and listen and he does it. 

If he senses something is off with you, it doesn’t matter if he’s doing something important, he will drop everything to make sure you are okay and talk things out. 

He is so respectful. 

Keep in mind he’s from a different era, so expect old school romance. 

Holding doors. 

Handwritten love letters in beautiful writing. 

He’s very patient and gentle in everything he does. 

Protector, but no overbearing and it’s not the major point of the relationship. 

One thing you love about him is how smart he is and that he’s an amazing conversationalist. 

This man has been alive for centuries. He speaks multiple languages, history buff, art lover, you can have deep conversations with him and he always has something to say. 

Unlike some other Cullens (👀), Carlisle is emotionally stable. 

He doesn’t ghost you, play games, or act jealous. All that is a waste of time to him. 

Carlisle is able to admit he doesn’t have all the answers and needs help. 

“I’m still learning to love you the way you need. Please help me understand. Please.” 

He’s loyal and consistent. Everyone else is chaos, he’s the calm in the storm. 

He is overall a great partner and easy to be with, you don’t have to try with him and I think that is so simplistically beautiful in a relationship. 

Steve Rogers x Latina Woman

Golden retriever boyfriend that’s happy to be included in things. 

Asks you so many questions. 

Food! It's his favorite thing that she does!

Loves your cooking and that you serve so much food at a time, even with his super soldier metabolism he gets stuffed and given a second plate. 

Loves enchiladas. He always says “it has more flavor than anything I’ve ever had” 

I swear all he wants is your food and your kisses. 

He almost cried one day coming home from a horrible mission and seeing a table full of food. 

Loves the food and watches you cook while asking what things are. 

“Honey, what is this?” “What’s this spice?” 

Genuinely confused that you make nopal. “You eat… cactus?” 

Crying heavily but still eating, “Why is this so spicy?” 

Actually believes the tower was under attack when you were cooking chilis 

Gets scared when you start yelling in Spanish, literally looks like a kicked puppy. 

You call him “lindo”.  

He melts when you tell him, “Que lindo” 

Draco Malfoy with a Gryffindor

Draco Malfoy is dating a Gryffindor

At first he would fight your connection so hard. 

You’re a Gryffindor- bold, loud, righteous- he’s supposed to hate you, but he catches himself staring when you argue in class. 

“Stop looking at me like that, Malfoy.” “Like what? Like you’re interesting?” 

Eventually, he’d cave. Maybe after a heated argument that turns into a passionate first kiss in a corridor. 

He’s not openly mushy, but Merlin help anyone who messes with you. 

It’s giving, “God help anyone who disrespects the queen” vibes. 

He’s all sharp words and intimidating stares behind your back. 

Draco doesn’t want anyone to know he’s soft for you, but behind closed doors? Clingy! 

Loves cuddles and praise. 

“You’re sweeter than you pretend to be, Malfoy.” 

Your relationship would thrive on witty comebacks and playful roasting. 

Constantly challenging each other, but with a flirty edge. 

“You’re insufferable.” “And yet, here you are, holding my hand in our spot, laying on me like I’m your favorite pillow.” 

House rivalry is everything! 

Gryffindor wins the Quidditch match and you tease him mercilessly. 

He pretends to be mad all day, but then “You had your fun but if Slytherin wins the next match, you’re wearing green for a week. Deal?” 

Steve Rogers x Witch Practitioner

He is super respectful of the belief system you go with. 

He’s a curious boy and asks questions, and asks how he can be respectful of everything. 

He collects little rocks for you on his morning runs. 

Ask if he can put little knick knacks on any of the altars. 

Saves any jars he uses. He even purposely buys the grocery stores that come in glass containers so he can wash them out and use them when he’s done. 

He loves and consents to any magic you want to do on him. 

He tries to remember what all your sigils mean. 

“Honey, what does this symbol mean again?” 

Her whole place smells like Florida Water. 

She enchants his dog tags for protection. 

He notices that she mutters things when she is making food or stirring his drink. 

He cannot drink coffee unless she makes it, she enchants his coffee and it never tastes better and it gives him more energy. 

Since he’s awake before the sun rises for his runs, he brings in her moon water before it gets ruined by the sun. 

“Did you buy another herb plant?” 

"Why is there is salt in the doorway?"

At the end of the day he doesn't mind what you do and he will even encourage you in your craft.

Thor Odinson x Latina Woman

He’s obsessed with wanting to learn about the culture. 

He wants to hear all the legends and tales there is to know. 

Dia de Muertos, he helps with the ofrenda and celebrates with you.

He learns of the Aztecs and is fascinated, “You, my queen, come from warriors.” 

If you ever take him to a family party, he is built for those parties. 

Loud music, kids running around, not even finishing his beer before he’s handed a new one? This is the best thing that could happen to him. 

When he tries to speak in Spanish, he can’t roll his r’s and doesn’t like that you laugh. 

He's very confident in his Spanish, even if it's not the best.

He always wants to practice his Spanish but you don't mind because he's trying.

He will try any food that is handed to him. 

He loves the huge portions of food, “No one serves me this much.” “Well eat up because you’re probably getting a second or third plate too.” Literally so happy. 

He thinks he can handle the salsa. He was wrong. 

“By Odin’s beard, my tongue is in flames!” 

“So, you are telling me, that you fill a cardboard box essentially, with treats, then beat the can out of it? That’s brilliant!” 

Gets sad that you won’t let him use his hammer to beat the piñata. 

“Must I use a stick when I possess my mighty hammer? It will be quicker to get the sweets.” 

Loves the drama of telenovelas.

"Wait! She's pregnant with her husband's brother! I was not expecting that."

He's kinda scared when you're mad and yelling in Spanish.

You call him “Mi Cielo” 

Moving In Together

Jack Hodgins x female oc

It's his idea, obviously.

When you say yes, he would try to play it cool for about 30 seconds, then break into a huge grin and be super giddy.

"You do realize this is the best thing that's happened since I discovered that new species of carrion beetle, right?"

Will take you out to a fancy dinner just to celebrate.

He will leave cute little notes for you, just because.

He literally lives in a mansion so he will try to keep his specimens away from a wing of the home so they don't bother you.

He had custom shelving put in for your shoes and handbags for the closet.

He will move anything for you.

He knows you love flowers so he has your favorites planted in his back garden.

Always has flowers in the vase on your side of the bed.

He bought you all new skincare and body care products because you "deserve to be pampered."

"If you want to change anything around here, you are more than welcome to. This is your home too."

You want a space dedicated to your interests? He will clear a room for you without question.

"Since there isn't room in the study, I'm having a spare bedroom converted into a study for you because I know you love to read and probably just want a space of your own."

He is super thoughtful of what you would want and need.

Overall he's just happy he can spend even more time with you and want this to be a home where you are both happy and comfortable in.

My Reason To Stay

A song called Reason to Stay by Drew Ryn is what inspired me to write this.

I wrote this song a while back when I was a teenager, seventeen years old. When I was younger I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I had the perfect parents, the perfect siblings, the perfect grandpa, the perfect home, the perfect little town that everyone loved because it was so quaint, but for some reason I was still so sad. I wanted to end it. I wanted to end it all. 

One day I finally decided I wanted to go through with it. I decided the last thing I wanted to see was the full moon that was just three days away. The day before Mom had to go work at her shop, Dad was working overtime, our sister was at a friends house doing a school project and our brother was at baseball practice and pizza with the team. Mom left you with me, my three year old baby sister. It was like you knew. You told me in your tiny voice, “Don’t go. Don’t go”, I was confused at what you were talking about. I was just sitting with you, I made no indication of getting up, where was I going? 

Then the next night came, after dinner I told Mom I was going to take a walk but as I started walking to the front door you started throwing a tantrum. You were such a good baby, you never did that before. I had never seen you do something like that, you were kicking to get out of Mom’s arms. Everyone was confused. You were kicking, screaming, crying and when Mom put you down, you ran to me and threw your arms around my legs, crying “Don’t go. I don’t want you to go. Don’t leave. Don’t go”. When you cried that, yesterday somehow made sense to me. 

You somehow knew. You knew. You, my three year old sister, knew.

 I grabbed you in my arms, sat on the floor and broke down in tears. I held you while we both cried. Our family just looked at us, not knowing what happened. Mom asked if I was okay, I just told her I had a bad week and I was going to put you to bed, that she didn’t have to worry about it. 

When I walked out of your room you instantly started to cry again. That night you slept in my room, you slept on my chest. I felt your breath on my skin. The next morning I woke up before you, I just layed there staring at you. How could you have known? I never even voiced that I was going to do it. You woke up and looked at me with your big brown puppy-like eyes and asked “You don’t leave?” I kissed your head and told you that I was never gonna think about leaving, ever again. 

Now you're sixteen, and you’re my best friend. We tell each other everything. When you were eleven Dad died and I was right there with you, holding you while you cried. When I left home, I called, wrote letters, sent pictures, sent packages, I did everything I could.  When our brother and sister left home, I called everyday because I didn’t want you to feel alone. I’m so glad that I get to watch you grow into a beautiful, unique, intelligent, strong woman. I’m glad I got to hug you when you got your learner’s permit, I shouted with you when you got your license. I’m happy I get to talk to you about boys. I smile when we text every day. 

Without you, my baby sister Grace, I wouldn’t be who I am. I wouldn’t have graduated high school, gone to college, I wouldn’t have met the love of my life at that college, I wouldn't be engaged right now. I loved seeing your huge smile and your eyes light up when I asked you to be my maid of honor. You are my best friend, my sister, and my savior. My baby sister Grace, you have no idea what you have given me. You have given me a life. A life full of smiles, laughs, giggles, travels, and lots of love. 

I hope you never go through that feeling. I hope that you know you are special. I hope you know that you know deep down, you saved my life.

I love you. 

You were my reason to stay, my Gracie Girl.