#if it needs mending don't be afraid to tell me!!

[tommo-draws]

Ignore how it's been a week since I posted that text post. I got distracted—

ANYWAY! Here it is! The drawn reaction to my sibling's reaction lol. I tried transcribing it so if you're having a hard time reading my handwriting don't hesitate to check the alt text!! ↑↑↑↑

I need to draw my sibling's reaction to the most recent dungeon meshi episode. Their face fucking dropped and we both got misty eyed lol.

[thecherrytarot]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

pile 1 → pile 2 → pile 3

Pick the photo that you feel the most drawn to. As always, this is a general reading so take what resonates. This is a reading is between the tarot reader and your person so the 'they' here is you!

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏:

The reader would tell your person, "They are someone who is ruled by the planet pluto or have a lot of Scorpio in their chart. They have gone through a lot of transformations to be who they are today and they are very wise because of this. They are very mysterious, intelligent and highly calculated. Oh, you thought you had the upper hand ?! honey they gave you that hand, don't be a fool they are always one step ahead of you but not in a cunning way, it's just the way they are. They are like the flame of a burning candle, constantly changing and never remaining the same. Now I know this PG-friendly reading but your person is very sensual in nature and is not afraid to show the love they have for you even in public. Your physical union iykwim will be very healing for not only you but them as well, don't worry they will take care of all your needs and wants. Be careful with how you approach them and remember 'if you can't stand the heat then get out of the kitchen'. Cause being with them is not a nice walk in the park, they have problems that they know how to take care of all by themselves, are you ready to prove that you are dependable? They have experienced their share of loss and endings and now they know exactly what they want and let me tell you, they won't settle down for someone who doesn't fit their standards. They care a lot about others, it is almost as if it is their second nature. They will go out of their way to help someone but not because they are a people pleaser, they do it just because they can help. They do not expect anything in return. Why does that shock you? There are people like this world and you will be lucky enough to meet them."

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐:

the reader would tell your person, "oh my your person is already manifesting you, how sweet! They have been through so much and for some reason, they have very little support from their family and/or community, maybe they are the same gender as you?! whatever the reason they have had very little experience with real and pure love. They feel alone and may naively even go look for love in all the wrong places. Your person might even feel left out and behind by their friends, how dare they !!!! Poor soul though. I just imagined them and they are on their bed, crying to some higher being to send them someone who will love them the way deserve to be loved. Well here you are, their soulmate or should I say destiny. Oh, how silly of you both to underestimate the blessings of the universe. I won't talk much now and the universe let you meet by chance and mend the bond"

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑:

the reader would tell your person, "quite a character not gonna lie. at first, they will appear as this shy, mysterious and typical 'i don't speak unless spoken to' kinda person but oh boy, the minute you speak it is so adorable how they continue to ramble and then zone out mid-sentence. I just imagined how they will have their resting face on but the minute you go up to them and say a 'hello! what is your name?' you can see how the gears inside their head are turning. very introverted and they love reading books and no they are not your typical nerd the books they usually read are found in the adult section and yes they will ask you to recreate the 'lean on the door' pose. They enjoy their alone because they need to be alone with their thoughts, they won't mind if you are there but please do not make noise, they will kick you out <3 You love teasing them, don't you? love to see them react like that to your advances, don't worry they enjoy it a lot more than you do and miss it when away from you but they will never tell you that. They are your soulmate and a very wise one in fact, they know how life works when to be patient, and when to sacrifice for the greater good. They will help you look at life from a completely different point of view which help you a lot in life and the best part about this they will drop this life-changing advice in the middle of their rambling session. Cherish them they won't show it but they have been through a lot too."

[writing-reference-redux]

Halloween Prompts

60 ideas for writers and artists!

Either choose your own prompt, or ask your followers to choose for you by sending you a character or ship and the number or emoji. Also, let people know if you welcome combos (combining two prompts into a single story or art piece)!

🎃 - Pumpkin carving time!

🍭 - Candy eating contest!

🫣 - Let me tell you a scary story...

🙅 - In support of the Halloween-disliker

💬 - I'm scared, and I'm going to text you all about it

🤒 - What do you mean you're sick? It's Halloween!

😳 - I have never been so embarrassed in my life

😱 - Don't worry! They're just wearing costumes!

🍷 - A little tipsy, a little spooked

☕️ - Pumpkin spice and everything nice

🍁 - The leaves are lovely this time of year

🌙 - A stroll in the moonlight

💃 - Dance the fright away

💔 - Halloween heartbreak

❤️‍🩹 - Halloween heart-mending

💍 - A Halloween proposal

🛏️ - Getting spooky in the sheets (always practice safe hex)

📖 - An armchair, a bathrobe, and a good creepy book

📺 - Let's stay in and watch scary movies

🍿 - How about we go see that new horror flick?

🛒 - What do you mean I bought too many decorations?

🪡 - Adventures in costume making

💅 - Trust me, you're going to look great!

👥 - The perfect couple's costume idea

🧼 - Your makeup really won't wash off?

🥸 - They can't tell that it's me in this costume!

🍬 - We're (not) too old to go trick-or-treating

😈 - No treat, all trick

🏚️ - Two tickets for the haunted house, please

🕯️ - A little bit of candlelight

🔦 - Are you afraid of the dark?

👂 - Did you hear that?

👀 - I'm probably just seeing things

👻 - Do you believe in ghosts?

🧛 - Vampires aren't real... right?

🧟 - The dead walk (or run, or mosey, or swim...)

🐺 - Werewolves and other fuzzy menaces

🧙 - Are you a good witch or a bad witch?

🤡 - Clowns aren't THAT scary

🪓 - Didn't you hear there's an axe-man on the loose?

💀 - Is that skeleton rattling in this direction?

🐙 - It came from beneath the waves

🧠 - It's all in your head (no, really... it's in there)

🎭 - Possession for fun and profit

🤫 - Shh! It will hear you!

🕷️ - Eight-legged guests

🐈‍⬛ - Black cats need love, too

🐦‍⬛ - An unkindness of ravens, a murder of crows...

😴 - Nightmares can't hurt you

🧸 - Children shouldn't play with creepy things

👩🏽‍💻 - An online presence

📦 - What's in the box?

🪦 - We'll just take a quick shortcut through the graveyard

🔤 - Tell me that isn't a Ouija board

📜 - An unfortunate artifact

📕 - Volume of the damned

📼 - I wonder what's on this old VHS tape

🖼️ - A portrait of very bad things

🚪 - A strange door to... somewhere

🎶 - The reanimation of the ancient being known as a "songfic"

[pinkusmaximus]

I absolutely love your Wade and Logan protecting their partner post 😍 How do you feel about their partner can't help but scold both of them while crying? You know that they have their healing factors but it doesn't mean you want them to literally shield you with their bodies! Your body is fine but your heart hurts! You even try to make both of them promise to never do that again 🥺 but both of them admitted that they would do it again in a heartbeat 😤 Please tell me your thoughts if you don't mind!

Well, you already know the problem, anon. Of course they’d do it again.

And I’m sorry, this won’t be as pretty as you’d hoped. It never is with them.

Despite the fact that it left you housed in a birdcage made of ribs glistening with blood, gristle hanging off each bone like scraps of fabric clinging to old curtain rods in a long abandoned house. A peek of Logan’s heart pulsated through the holes in his chest— this wasn’t what you’d meant when you’d asked him to show you how he felt inside.

Saliva tinged pink with hemoglobin slipped from Wade’s wrinkled lips, deep red settled in the cracked skin. The only thing keeping them upright was the way their hands desperately clung to one another’s arms, bruises blossoming under Wade’s fingertips and Logan’s claws sunk into Wade’s shoulders, settled deep beneath the scapula. There was no breathing besides your own, just deep, wet rattling— unsettled that your ears registered the sound from their gaping chests, not their mouths.

Utterly tranquilized, eyes so wide it felt like your eyelids were stuck to the sockets, you felt a deep sense of helplessness as you realized they’d be stuck like around you that until their bodies repaired themselves enough to move again. Sure, they could typically keep moving through the worst of torment, but when it was every inch of your body used as a sponge for- god, you could barely remember what had even happened, your memory suddenly blinking out- and maybe they weren’t even still for that long? Maybe the seconds were passing like minutes, like hours, because suddenly the sound of a sick shlick alerts you to Logan retracting his claws from the meat of Wade’s shoulders, dropping from kneeling to sitting on his calves, head slumped against the back of your neck.

Just as quickly, Wade collapses into your front, his head lolled into the crook of your shoulder and arms at your sides, a hand managing to grasp weakly for Logan’s fingers. Your face feels wet and hot, covered in tears that drag through the blood and offal. You find your arms raising without telling them to, bringing them to Wade’s sides in a faltering embrace.

“Thank you,” your vacillating voice chokes, thank you, because how could you say anything else? You couldn’t leave them. They needed as long with you as possible with your fragile, short life. You needed as long with them as you could manage, too.

The organic, gristling sound of flesh mending itself, cartilage reattaching to bone, fascia connecting to muscle, fills your ears as Logan places a weak hand on your hip. His breath hot and fetid against the back of your neck, the smell of rapidly repairing soft tissue indescribable. Not that it mattered. The pulp of their decimated bodies was threading itself back together, little by little, cell by aching cell, as you held each other in a vulnerable, frighteningly feeble embrace. How could you feel anything less than grateful? Afraid, yes, queasy, qualmish, absolutely— but every atom of your entirety trembled with thankfulness.

This was something beyond love, what you three had. Something transcending any kind of devotion comprehensible or able to be upheld by man.

[mattmurdocksscars]

Depression

Alright, here's my little blurb on depressed reader. I wrote it with Matt Murdock in mind, but I left it pretty vague so you could really imagine any guy you wanted.

Word Count: Just under 500

Calloused fingers skate over your arm, pulling you from your deep slumber. Heavy eyelids flutter open to a dark room before shutting again. Gently, the fingers caressing your arm travel up until a warm hand is cupping your face. You hum and lean into the touch. 

“Angel?” A deep voice murmurs, trying to coax you into the waking world.

“Hm?” You sleepily hum, trying and failing to open your eyes.

“Are you feeling okay?” There's a deep concern there and it is enough to pull you further from your slumber. You finally manage to open your eyes and find your boyfriend's face in your vision, a concerned pull to his brow and mouth.

“I'm fine. Why?” His mouth twists into a frown at that. 

“You've been sleeping more lately. Just worried you're feeling sick or something.” 

“Just catching up on all my missed sleep.” You try to joke but it falls flat and his expression doesn't change. The frown is still there. You sigh.

“It's nothing. Really. I'll be fine.” You try to convince him. It doesn't work.

“Angel, you don't have to lie to me, you know? I'm here for you. Whatever you need.” It's a sweet sentiment and it brings tears to your eyes. You try to blink them away but he knows they're there. You sniffle.

“Things are just really hard right now. But I'm sure I'll be fine.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He's moving then,  crawling in beside you and holding you close. It's like a dam breaks inside you. Suddenly you're crying into his chest as he holds you and gently rocks you.

“Shhh. It's gonna be okay. I've got you.”

“I don't know what's wrong with me.” You whimper, burrowing further into his arms. “I don't know why I'm so broken.”

“You're not broken, sweetheart. You've just been through a lot. Have you ever thought about going to talk to someone? It might help.” He offers the suggestion gently, like he's afraid you'll bolt. Which is a fair assumption. You've always shut down the idea of going to see someone about your mental health. Too afraid of what they might say and the general stigma around seeing someone. But now, as you realize how bad you've gotten, you understand that it may be a good idea.

“...would you come with me?” You ask timidly. 

“Only if that's what you want.”

“I do. I don't want to do this alone.” You admit. 

“Oh, honey. You're never alone. I'm right here with you. Whenever you need me.”

With his help, you finally find the strength to get out of bed, shower, and eat something. Together, you set up an appointment with a therapist. He holds your hand through the whole process and tells you how proud he is of you.

Together, you mend the broken pieces of your heart and psych.

[chaifootsteps]

hb could have actually worked Stolas in to the 'Blitz needs to believe people can love him so he won't die alone' plot without it being so disgusting and yucky

OK so hear me out - everything plays out the same up to Ozzie's

then in s2-4 instead of doing The Circus and making Stolas the main character, we stay with Blitz. if S1 was about who he's hurt in the past s2 is the point at which he begins trying to mend fences, but actively instead of the writers just forcing him to do it because he realized in Ozzie's he doesn't like how things are now

have the 'crashed Moxxie's anniversary' actually pay off with M&M being frostier than usual and Blitz being afraid he's about to lose them too. have Loona be annoyed when Blitz is overbearing when she's trying to make new friendships and accidentally sabotaging them with his over-protectiveness

have it be a story of Blitz simultaenously trying to make it up to people from the past (not all of whom forgive him) while he's trying to avoid repeating the same mistakes in the present with his new family

have the circus accident be more directly his fault - maybe he's practicing a stunt to win his father's love and causes the fire that way, even though he obviously didn't mean to

and have him begin to be emotionally vulnerable in small ways and he feels it pay off when others respond in kind instead of mocking or hating him like he fears. Trash 'Oops' as an episode but keep the emotional beat of Fizz forgiving him being the turning point for Blitz forgiving himself a bit, too, because Fizz's forgiveness is the thing he's secretly longed for during the entire show (next to Barbie's, who should also get vastly more screentime). have arcs to handle each of the main cast and flesh out IMP first and foremost

then as he begins to heal and treat people better, return to the Ozzie's plotline. have it be a thread throughout s2 of following Blitz's perspective of the fallout, not Stolas'. Show how confused he is by what Stolas is doing and why he's so happy to avoid him for those months off. have him make small comments to the people in his life about how deeply unhappy Stolas makes him and have them actually notice, because Blitz hated himself so much before he just rationalized what was being done to him as something he deserved

have the full moon argument play out as-is, but instead of what happens during apology tour, have Blitz think what he needs to do is apologize to Stolas to complete his character growth and love someone. Except make it clear to the audience that he has nagging doubts about all this - especially when Stolas pulls the 'I can't believe you didn't ditch taking your daughter to the doctor's office to come save me despite sending your employees to help because I fundamentally don't value your family or your time' card

And then right when it looks like he's about to cave and give Stolas what he wants - he doesn't.

He tells Stolas now he's learnt to love himself and he has people in his life again who've proven to him that he can be cherished and his worst self won't be rejected so long as he puts the work in to make things right when he screws up. He tells Stolas he used to think the owl was the closest thing to real love he could ever have - feeling used, abused and degraded. But he knows better than that now and he isn't about to let a pompous self absorbed royal bully him into being the perfect consort he wants. He goes further than that, even, telling Stolas he was bought to be his friend and pitied him from the start - and even now he wouldn't trade places with him even if he could

Because Blitz has rebuilt his life by looking in the mirror, holding himself to task and trying to be better. Meanwhile Stolas - who has had every advantage Blitz hadn't and could have chosen every step to do things differently - has actively pushed away both Via and Blitz with his 'never my fault, promise to do differently while getting worse all the time' behavior

Then Blitz walks out of his life for good, because now he has regained a sense of self worth he can see that he deserves better than the "love" Stolas was offering

and the one person he does apologize to, besides Barbie/Fizz/Moxxie/Verosika/etc? Striker. He apologizes for calling him a supremacist (still happens in this rewrite but as a sign of how hard Blitz is trying not to think that Striker has a point about Stolas) and that he isn't interested in fighting with him any longer

And Striker just responds with a smile, because he knows it means what he hoped all along would happen, has happened. Blitz is finally free from Stolas - and when he's ready he can move on to a love who respects him instead of just wanting to use him

I want this. If we can't have this in canon because Viv is Viv, I'm glad we have it here and now.

[transparentbeardmentality]

People on twitter finally figuring out what @dekacchannn has been saying forever:

Bakugo is connected to OFA.

Yah! He can see All Might's vestige! He has OFA stars in his eyes!!!

....

Now for my interpretation and speculation that I don't see anyone talking about...

Bakugo freaking KNEW he was tapping bits of OFA WAY before the battle. That's why he's not at all surprised to see the AM vestige, and just says "Oh. Right.."

It perfectly explains why at UA again, he is looking so uncomfortable, sweating bullets, explaining his new (saving Izuku unlocked) move to Izuku/Deku. He's not just sweating because that's his thing. He never just sweats in battle like that!

Sweating bullets gets used a lot to convey intense/awkward discomfort. I think he was panicked about breaching the topic of OFA power up! But Izuku totally blanked him... Bakugo didn't really wanna have this confusing conversation to start with (but I believe he was trying to broach it anyway). So when Izuku doesn't respond openly, he drops it immediately.

Like Deku, he withheld important information about how he unlocked it -and what it means- because their relationship feels like a fragile, intense mess. It's way too important for him to jeapordise.

Bakugo was very insecure and afraid here!

And I don't think Bakugo knows what to make of the OFA thing, or do about it. Izuku clearly has no idea, or he'd say something, right? He had an opening, and nothing?

He knows his feelings for Izuku are intense.. Everybody does. But the well goes deeper, or he wouldn't be afraid to talk about something so important, involving feelings he's already revealed.

I totally agree with theories that it's a love connection, not a reminant of a non-manga movie -even if some crossover characters appear. There's no way Horikoshi doesn't want his beloved manga to stand on its own.

And his beloved manga talks about people being in love, what's in their hearts, feeling like dying without their person, overwhelming emotions bending rules, and Deku's control your heart (over Bakugo) plotline.

I also wonder if the reason Bakugo reacted so strongly to Deku holding his hand out to Aoyama is because it was symbolic of Deku lending his strength (and compassion) to him. Bakugo may have worked out that his OFA connection works, because in some way, honorable Deku has had his hand extended to him -for as long as he can remember. Because that's what Deku does. Deku is a saint. And maybe OFA is an extension of that for him.

I think that OFA connection strengthened too, when Bakugo learned how DEEP that part of Deku went for him.

He cannot dismiss Deku's feelings as him being a bleeding heart over every person when Shigaraki is telling him that for Deku, he is 'The' person -and is bent on killing him because of it! That's shocking (also terrifying) information.

Remember Bakugo said he didn't expect the apology to change anything between them, but Shig knowing about 💚Bakugo💚 means he was unmistakeably Deku's closest person, before he even apologised!

Bakugo feels so much for Izuku, but thought he had to start mending things to even be considered a real friend... Especially since Deku has so many friends and close people! He just saw them all pour out their deep affections to bring him home to UA. He does not think he is special.

But Izuku has a secret! (At least from Bakugo, no one else could possibly be confused at this point.)

So Shigaraki taunts Bakugo for falling behind Deku. He's just a minnow. But all he can focus on is something to the effect of -'Holy shit. He loves me. He loves me.. I need him to know that I-.. I need to live up to him! Izuku...'

The secret feelings reveal made him brave and honest with his own heart. There's nothing left but longing to be worthy of him, and be with him. He makes his last stand for him. And in the end, he reaches out for Izuku too -even though Izuku is not there with his own hand this time.

And this is when we first see the AFO stars are in his eyes. He does reach him. Or at least their connection. And that's why we see All Might, and why Bakugo is not surprised. But Bakugo seems resigned as though it's too late. He's already reminiscing.. But I believe All Might is going tell him it's not over. That he has to save Young Midoriya, and how.

What else could he possibly be there to say?

I can't wait for Izuku to find about Kacchan being OFA love-bonded to him.

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: It’s time for another song imagine y’all! I was going through my wattpad drafts, there’s still some more that I haven’t posted.

This one is also really sad, literally almost cried editing this. I don’t know what I was on, when I made this one. But please enjoy!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

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I heard the sounds of something heavy. Like fists hitting a wall in anger. "Anybody here?!" I heard, yelling.

I wanted to tell back the only thing I could muster was a wee groan.

Help me, it's like the walls are caving in

Sometimes I feel like giving up

But I just can't

It isn't in my blood

They continued to yell for me as they keep searching. I then heard the one voice, I loved so much. "(Y/N)?! Can you hear me?!"

Spencer.

I wanted to yell, back and tell him that 'I was okay,' and that 'He didn't need to worry,' and knowing that my voice was horse and scratchy, I tried.

Boy, did I try.

"Spence.." I just ended up in a coughing fit.

Laying on the bathroom floor, feeling nothing

I'm overwhelmed and insecure, give me something

I could take to ease my mind slowly

Just have a drink and you'll feel better

Just take her home and you'll feel better

Keep telling me that it gets better

Does it ever?

I tried to call out to him again, but I just ended up in a coughing fit once more. I didn't want to move, I didn't want any of my wounds to get worse.

I have to wait for them to find me. I kept trying to apply pressure, but with how weak I was getting, the pressure I had on it, was getting weaker too.

Help me, it's like the walls are caving in

Sometimes I feel like giving up

No medicine is strong enough

Someone help me

I'm crawling in my skin

Sometimes I feel like giving up

But I just can't

My eyes were starting to shut, I'm trying so hard to keep them awake, but it's hard. But what caused them to jolt open was the steps that approached the basement door, and it being swung open.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)!" Spencer ran over to me, putting his gun in its holster.

It isn't in my blood

It isn't in my blood

I'm looking through my phone again, feeling anxious

Afraid to be alone again, I hate this

I'm trying to find a way to chill, can't breathe, oh

Is there somebody who could help me?

"Get a medic down here!" I heard Derek yell, out the door.

"(Y/N), look at me. You're going to be okay." He said, applying pressure on my wound, seeing as to how weak I had been.

"Okay?" I nod, and put my left hand to his cheek.

It's like the walls are caving in

Sometimes I feel like giving up

No medicine is strong enough

Someone help me

I'm crawling in my skin

Sometimes I feel like giving up

But I just can't

It looked like Spencer tried to hold in his tears, and I managed to crook out a few words. "Don't cry..Spence..." I wiped his eyes gently with my thumb, he shook his head.

"Where is my medic?!" Derek yelled again, clearly impatient, leaving the room so it just Reid and I.

It isn't in my blood

It isn't in my blood

"Spence..just know that.." I closed my eyes, for a couple seconds, before opening them up again. "..that I love you." He shakes his head again.

"Don't say that (N/N). We're going to get you out of here-"

"Spence-"

"If we don't then how am I supposed to call myself an FBI Agent, but more importantly-"

I need somebody now

I need somebody now

Someone to help me out

I need somebody now

"Spence." I said a little louder, but Spence keep going.

"How am I supposed to call myself your boyfriend-" I used a lot of the strength, I had left to kiss him. I pulled away and rested my forehead on his own.

Help me, it's like the walls are caving in

Sometimes I feel like giving up

But I just can't

"Promise me, this." He didn't respond, but I know he we definitely listening. "Repeat after me, okay?"

It isn't in my blood

It isn't in my blood, oh, oh

"I take you Spencer Reid..to be my lawful wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward.." He then started to repeat after me.

"To have and to hold, from this day forward, from better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, for sickness and in health.."

It isn't in my blood

I need somebody now

It isn't in my blood

I need somebody now

It isn't in my blood

"..until death do us part. I love you Dr. Spencer Reid." I said laying back down.

"I love you too Special Agent (Y/N) (L/N)." I heard before, resting my eyes, with a small smile set on my lips.

[archonadeptus]

Hi ^^ ok so I got a spark of inspo and I want to get this out before I forget, Genshin x Creator! Y/n (GN) angst thing. Idea is that Creator y/n has a nightmare where their body is almost not their own and they're forced to watch themself kill all of their beloveds, then go to pov the Genshin characters and they have to watch y/n thrashing around saying little "no.."'s and "stop.."s while the Genshin characters are trying to wake them up and stop their suffering, :insert something with ur incredible imagination:, and then they finally wake up with a gasp and tears falling down their face and they hug the nearest character (say like Tighnari or someone else you choose ❤️) and then they just sob their heart out saying "I'm sorry...." Over and over again until they get comforted, then they tell the Genshin characters (I'm leaving the character choosing to you) what the nightmare was abt and then at the end they breakout crying all over again, then one big group hug later y/n is happy (but still very sorry and regretful) and it goes to fluff cuz I can't handle having my heart shattered, with y/n being a bit more clingy. The end. And ofc you don't have to do this req but it was an idea that I got just after reading one on your other fics, anywho have a good day/night/whatever the heck and take care of yourself, imma go cry bc this idea already shattered my heart thinking abt it. 🙂

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I appreciate it so much~♡ I absolutely love this idea, I love Angst and comfort so much!! I truly hope that this is everything you were looking for. I hope I shatter all of your hearts and mend them again at the end with all of the fluff! Enjoy, lovelies.♡

Edit A/N: I got a little excited and carried away I'm so sorry it's so long omg.

Characters: Tighnari, Kazuha, Wanderer, Xiao, Zhongli

Warnings: A lot of Angst within the first section. Main character deaths (in the form of a dream), upsetting scenes, mention of a character ending their own life. A lot of comfort at the end!~ (The Angst is just a dream!)

Control.

Sitting upon your throne carefully crafted by only the most glorious chunks of cor lapis and most vibrant of flowers always felt a little too much for you. Yes, you had embraced being the creator long ago, but it still felt a little too much. The way everybody would bow to you, some even looking a little afraid. Why in Teyvat would any of your own creations fear you? Then again, why were you even in your throne room to begin with? This was reserved for occasions where your beloved acolytes had assured you that your presence specifically on the throne was important, you just had to address Teyvat from your rightful place. As far as you knew, there were no emergencies that needed tending to and nobody had told you to come here.

"Tell me, what makes you think I adore you all?" Who said that? Wait, that's your voice echoing off the marble walls. Why… Why do you sound so angry? Why is your voice void of any love? Silence fell upon the room, the pressure of the air seeming to thicken. "I do require a reply, that was in no way rhetorical." Your eyes narrowed, deep golden eyes glaring down at five of your acolytes beneath you, bowing lowly on the floor. You weren't controlling your own voice, nor were you controlling your own body. Why is this happening? They all look so afraid.

"M-my divine." Zhongli spoke first, daring to lift his amber hues to meet your own. "You created us. Everything is made with nothing but your own hands and abilities. Do you not love what you have created?-"

"Shut it, Morax." Your voice was so heavy in the air, the floors lightly rumbling with an ever-growing rage. "I did not ask for a rant, just a simple reply. And did I hear you questioning me?" You stood rather abruptly, Zhonglis eyes meeting the floor once again. You summoned a weapon made of nothing but pure golden swirls, you placed the tip beneath Zhonglis chin and lifted his gaze upward to meet yours again. "I simply detest you. My most loyal acolyte? What a lie." Kazuha seemed to slowly lift his gentle tear filled gaze up, his soft doe eyes meeting your own.

"B-beloved, he didn't mean it in the way you think. We truly adore you… But please…" The sword you now wielded left Zhongli causing his gaze to move away to the floor again, it now lifted up Kazuha's gaze to meet your own.

"Beloved?" You spat out, glaring down at him. "And you too dare to question my judgement?" He slowly shook his head, shutting his eyes tightly to try and will away his pretty tears threatening to spill down his dusted cheeks.

"I-im sorry, your grace." A smirk painted itself on your lips before you knelt down a little before him.

"Let me tell you a little secret, my dearest wandering samurai. You know your beloved Tomo?" His eyes immediately filled with love and pain at the mention of the fallens name. "I had so much fun controlling his fate, you know. His obsession with the Musou no Hitotachi was such a good plan. Do you know why I led your beloved to death?" He was trying to muffle his own sobs with his hands pressed against his mouth. You… You led Tomo to death? "Because I grew bored of him. I didn't want to play with him anymore. But my goodness, seeing you watch him die certainly was a treat. I mean, look at what it did for your character development!" Why were you telling lies? This wasn't you, why can't you stop yourself? "Do you want to know what he was saying before your arrival? He was begging me to spare him for longer, just so he could say goodbye to you. To ensure you were okay." You scoffed at this, "He didn't trust that you were safe with me." Kazuhas sobs now escaped his lips as his broken stare met your own. "Ah, but maybe he was correct. I'm bored of you too, Kaedehara Kazuha. Tell me now, how badly do you wish to see him again?"

"N-no please… T-this isn't you. S-stop, I beg of you, I'll do anything." Rolling your eyes you stood,

"Your begging no longer amuses me, Kazuha. Do you desire to see what Tomo saw upon his death? Let me show you…" Before he could even cry out his love for you and his apologies, you preformed the divine punishment upon him. Though this time, it was all golden. His body lay before you, your other acolytes whimpering at the sight.

"Now, Xiao my darling." He seemed the calmest of them all, his eternal suffering allowing him to mask his emotions easily. That now though was boring to you, you wanted to see him break. "You're nothing but loyal to me, right?" Your hand gently cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing against his skin in soothing circles. He nodded eagerly, eyes on your own.

"Yes, your grace."

"Would you do anything I ask of you, beloved?" Once again, another gentle nod as his faze softened at your touch.

"Yes, your grace."

"Good boy." With a smile, you gave him his Jade Spear again, standing with him. "Kill Morax."

"Y-your grace?" Zhonglis head snapped up at your words before gazing at Xiao with the Jade spear he once gifted him.

"You heard me, darling. Kill him, he's a traitor. Did you hear how he questioned me? Did you hear his lack of faith?" Xiao's hands gripped harder onto the spear before his eyes met Zhonglis again.

"Child, you must." He sighed, lowering his head. "It is what our creator desires. I deserve this punishment…" Xiao raised the spear as you smiled brightly, stepping back.

"Any last words, Rex Lapis?" Zhongli knelt on his knees, gazing up at Xiao.

"It was an honour to fight beside you, to raise you, and die by your hands my Adeptus. You are my strongest warrior, and you shall always shine like gold within my memories. Even during death." Xiao shook, eyes finally filling with tears. Did he… have to do this? Did he have to kill him… n-no. There must be another way for him. Immediately he lowered his spear and fell down to the ground before your throne once you sat back upon it.

"Your grace, please. Spare him, let me die in his place"

"Oh how boring. I would have thought you'd at least inflicted some damage. Not even offering Tighnari over there as a substitute? Or Wanderer? No?" Rolling your eyes you hummed. "Very well. Put on a show for me." Xiao simply nodded, Zhongli however stood and began to rush over to Xiao.

"No!" Golden chains soon shoved him to the ground. "You cannot make him do this! This is unjust, your grace." His eyes shone as he struggled against the ever strengthening chains.

"Unjust?" You smirked, "I see now that I sit before Rex Lapis and not Zhongli. Only the God of contracts would have the will of stone to dare question his creator." He growled lowly, golden markings forming upon his skin.

"Do not lay a hand upon him." You giggled, throwing your head back in glee against your throne.

"Me? Lay a hand upon him? No, no. I think you'll find yourself quite mistaken there, Morax. For he shall kill himself." Without another word needed from you, Xiao did just as you had said. He laid there before your throne, body weak as he whined and reached for you within his final moments. At this, you simply smacked his hand away and sighed. Zhongli was screaming with rage at this point, nothing but agony filling his body. Wanderer and Tighnari simply sat there and watched it all.

"H-how could you kill off your own acolytes like this?"

"Ah look who's finally decided to join this wonderful discussion of ours~ If another word leaves your lips, I too shall end you Tighnari. I'm not interested in you right now…" Your golden eyes drifted over to wanderer. "I'm interested in him."

You knew Wanderer was panicking, all of the memories about being abandoned, tortured and broken replaying in his head. You were watching his memories and his thoughts, they made the real you scream in upset. Surely all of this wasn't happening right now?

"My dear Wanderer." His doe eyes gazed at you longingly. Ah, so this wasn't Wanderer. This was your beloved Kunikuzushi, before you got bored and put him through suffering so all of his love and loyalty would belong to you. "My darling Kuni… You love me, don't you?"

"Y-yes my divine." You smiled brightly, moving over to him and removing his hat to pat his head.

"Good boy. How will you prove your love to me, Kuni?" He scrunched his eyebrows in thought, it was almost beyond adorable.

"However you see fit. You have all of me, my Divine." You smiled brightly before humming again.

"Then perish just for me? Just like Xiao?" He simply nodded almost like he was in a trance.

"Yes, my divine."

No. No. No. No! No!

"NO MORE!" Your eyes snapped open as you threw yourself up into a sitting position, out of it and seeming to be in a half awake dream state. You were pushing whoever was around you away, whilst simultaneously trying to pull them closer.

"What's going on? Your grace, wake up now." Wanderer sighed whilst trying to hold you still to prevent you from hurting yourself in your panic.

"Hey, hey!" Was that Wanderer? "Calm it down love… Wake up." You began to scream, the dream still feeling so real. Tears rapidly rolled down your face as firm hands gripped onto your shoulders. "Hey! Fox boy! Get here now!" In any other circumstance, if you were fully awake, you would have giggled at Wanderers words. But not now, not when you killed them all. Not when you forced Tighnari and Zhongli to witness such brutal deaths.

"Seriously?! 'Wake up now?' That's all you could think of saying? I tried that already!" He growled lowly as he struggled to keep you calm, your cries and screaming tearing at what heart he wished he had.

"Our divine can hear our voices, that will keep them grounded onto something and saying 'wake up' just proves to them they're in a dream." Tighnari snapped lightly whilst fumbling in his bag before pulling out an orb filled with plants. "Hold them still!"

"What does it look like I'm trying to do? I'm not just sitting here for my own amusement." He spoke harshly to others, but his lips moved by your ear as he whispered. "Shh, I've got you. Everythings alright now, I'm here, I've got you. Love… Come back to me." At his gentle tone, your screams lessened into light whimpers. This prompted Tighnari to place the orb beneath your nose, and once the sharp smell of several herbs filled your senses your eyes snapped open.

"KAZUHA!" You panted, starting to cry again hiding within Wanderers arms. "X-xiao! Wanderer- What have I done?!" Tighnari immediately moved the orb away, tucking it back into his bag as he cupped your cheeks so you looked at him. Wanderer was a little taken aback at the possessive feeling within him especially after hearing you call his name like that. He'd never seen you look so helpless, almost like the way he once was when he was known as Kunikuzushi. Tighnari offered you the most reassuring smile he could,

"Hey there my Lotus, we've got you now. You're here darling, you're away from that place." Your whimpers shattered his heart, yet due to calling his name you didn't see Xiao rapidly approaching.

"Get away from them! What happened?" He moved to push them away to check to ensure you were alright, but Wanderer just shoved him away with his leg as he continued to hold you.

"Watch yourself little Adeptus, don't take what isn't yours." Xiao opened his mouth to say something more before Zhongli cut them off once walking into the room.

"Do not upset our Divine any further, your rage is distressing them." Xiao gazed at your tear stained face, but once your shaky hand reached up to his cheek curiosity filled his mind from your words.

"You're alive…"

"Yes, I am alive." He responded quickly, confused as to why you were asking. His debt didn't affect him whilst you were there, why would he be dead? Your head turned to see Wanderer holding you safely in his arms.

"Wanderer… My Kuni - you're alive too." Your eyes trailed around the room to try and find Kazuha. Where was he? Did you actually kill him whilst that horrible nightmare possessed your body? "Kazuha. Where is Kazuha?" You immediately stood up despite shaking, it felt like your body was still gaining its rightful strength after your dream. As you heard once in a previous life, all dreams pass a realm of reality. You tried to move forward, only for Xiao to hold you safely as you fell a little. Zhongli placed his hand upon your back,

"Tighnari, please go and get the samurai. I believe this is the only way we can calm them." Tighnari nodded before giving you one last look before leaving to quickly go and find Kazuha. He was always wandering your serenitea pot lands at this time, he wouldn't be too hard to track down. They soon moved you back down to sit upon the sofa again trying to keep your attention on them and not on the nightmare.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." Your tone was filled with nothing but heartbreak, your tears rolling down your flushed cheeks once again. "I'm sorry, please forgive me. Please don't hate me, I don't think I can bear it." Your soft sobs and begging flickered panic within your acolytes' hearts. Their own creator was begging them… This felt so wrong.

A bang from the main door made you jump whilst the others summoned their weapons to protect you, Wanderer standing in front of you to shield you with himself.

"Your grace!" The sound of Kazuha's voice made you sob out in relief as you pushed past to bring him into your arms, fist clinging onto Xiao's clothes as you held him.

"You're alive. You're both alive - you're okay." Taking a shaky breath in between your sobs you continued to cry out apologies. "I'm sorry, I'm so truly sorry." Falling to your knees, the wandering samurai and adeptus followed your lead and dropped to their knees with you to bring you into their warm embrace.

"My beloved divine, I am here now. I'm so sorry I'm late, dearest. I won't leave your side now okay?" You nodded against his warmth, hiccuping as after a while your sobs slowed.

"I killed you. I killed you Kazuha, fed you dreadful lies then killed you." Taking a jagged breath inward, your eyes met Xiaos. "You ended your own life due to my words in return for me sparing Morax. I- … I then went to kill Wanderer the same way as Xiao before waking. I forced Tighnari to watch all of it, I was so horrid I couldn't control my own body. Please, forgive me." A cup of cold water was soon brought to your lips by Tighnari as both anemo users held you closer. Softly sniffling, you began to drink slowly before coughing a little.

"Gentle, your grace. Do not rush…" Xiao gazed at you sorrowfully before looking downwards.

"No, you do not need to be forgiven. I do. If I was here, I would have destroyed the dream before it dared to even look upon you."

"Xiao," Zhongli began, his hand upon Xiao's head with a gentle smile. "Not now. This wasn't your fault, nor was it our divines. Bad dreams happen, I've seen my fair share during my lifetime. Many were brutal from the archon war." He sighed lightly, placing his hand carefully upon your cheek trying to comfort you. "But you see, dearest, they are a manifestation of our worst thoughts. Something that you would never do turns into something so real. We are all okay now, my divine, we're all here." His touch grounded you even more as he slowly lifted your now fragile form up and into his arms before getting you comfortable back on the sofa. Wanderer was sitting beside you, hand fiddling with the divine material of your clothing. Your gentle voice was but a whisper, but it made him practically melt.

"Please, hold me?" You didn't have to ask twice. You were immediately against his chest, safe and warm. A warm hand upon your back making soothing circles. Sure, you couldn't feel any heartbeat to ground you, but he was trying by channelling power through his vision to slowly bring it to life to mimic a heartbeat.

"Your grace, you can tuck your hands into my tail. You seem chilly… And don't worry, that was a case of a night terror and sleep paralysis. I've got little herbs to ensure that won't happen to you again." He paused, smiling as you held onto his tail. A light giggle escaped your lips as Xiao moved over to dry your tears. "We know we're safe with you, just like you know you're safe with us."

"What're you looking at, grandpa? They're safe with me, they don't need any extra. Move aside." Wanderer smirked before sticking his tongue out at Zhongli causing the archon to sigh. Though he buried his head against your neck as you held onto him hiding into his warmth with only a gentle whisper to be shared between you both. "I'm not going anywhere, yeah? I won't abandon you, and you won't abandon me. I've got you, I'll keep you safe." He pressed a gentle fleeting kiss to your shoulder before Tighnari took the place beside you, his tail soon brushing against your hand.

"Such a thing won't happen again." Xiao stated a matter of factly, crossing his arms against his chest. He'd be keeping a closer eye on your dreams now, so do not fret.

"And even if it did…" Kazuha's voice soon joined in, leaning over the sofa to fiddle with your strands of hair. Oh how you melted his heart, creator. "We will forever be here to pull you out of the world of dreams. They shall never hold onto you forever, but we shall do so."

"I agree with Kazuha, your grace. Forgive our selfishness, but you cannot get rid of us so easily. We shall forever be here with you and we won't ever lose you. As, my beloved, you shine like gold to us and us alone."

You're safe with them now, and believe me when I say you don't leave their arms for a long while. They never complain about this of course as this is all they want. You.♡

You have the control, your grace. Nothing like that will ever occur unless you desire so.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 19 (Dumped at a Wedding!)

"Heather, I care about you, so I need to be honest: I was working late, but I was also afraid to come tonight."

Offended, Heather tore herself from his arms and zipped herself back into her dress. "And you're telling me this now? What's wrong with you, Malcolm?"

"Yeah, I'm a jackass, alright! Is that what you want me to say?"

"You don't respect me or my life as a vet in a small town. Why are you with me at all? Are we just supposed to build a future on great sex?"

"Who doesn't respect who here, Heather? Or should I say, 'Buttercup'?"

"Switching suppliers wasn't about you."

"No? You made it pretty clear how little you're interested in the business success of my family," he countered. "It's a beautiful venue for the wedding, by the way. With fireworks, too. Really looks like your dad's enjoying the windfall from his new business venture."

Heather seethed. "You should leave. Don't call me."

"If I leave right now, I'll never call you again," he vowed. She couldn't stop the tears, but refused to crumble and held her ground. "My loyalty to my family is no different than your loyalty to yours. We're done, Heather."

"Just go!" she begged, sobbing as she watched him walk away. He didn't turn once, and she scowled at his back.

She made her way inside and found comfort in her friends and family. Her mother Daisy offered a hug. "I'm so sorry, honey."

Heather dabbed her tears with a napkin. "I know it's the right choice, but I'm embarrassed. And I'm angry I didn't end things with him sooner."

"Our hearts don't always feel what our heads are trying to tell us," said Daisy. "Don't beat yourself up. Just remember you've always got us."

She drowned her sorrows in her mother's shoulder. "I'm glad I don't need to go back to work for a few more days," she said. "This vacation's been more emotionally exhausting than I expected."

"How's your friend, Dylan? You should visit her before you leave the city."

Dylan and Gavin missed Holly’s wedding because Dylan had just had a baby, so before she left town, Heather stopped in to meet her friends’ newborn daughter, Pearl.

"How's married life?" asked Heather.

"A lot easier than taking care of a baby! But we're doing great. And I've never been happier to have my mother around!" Heather laughed as Dylan's clingy mother, Susan, hovered nearby. "Sorry we didn't invite you to the wedding. We just went down to the courthouse with my mom when we found out we were expecting. We didn't need a celebration, but I don't want you to think we wouldn't have wanted to share the day with the people we care about."

"Are you kidding? You can do whatever you want for your wedding. We're friends, and I'll just support you whatever you do."

Dylan breathed a sigh of relief. "My mom really had me thinking not having a wedding would alienate people! She's so old-fashioned."

"My parents eloped in Oasis Springs when they found out they were expecting me, so I think it's kinda romantic."

Dylan smiled as her friend cradled Pearl, making faces at the blinking babe. "You're going to find someone who makes you feel as special as you are," she promised her friend.

"You don't know that. Maybe I should stay single."

"For a while, maybe, but not forever! You're a real catch, and the right guy is gonna see it."

Nearly everyone around her was happily married or on their way to it, but Heather had a broken heart to mend.

As always, she leaned on her work. She was great at her job and brimmed with confidence at her clinic. With every successful pet surgery, she felt more a part of the Brindleton Bay community.

Heather had navigated heartbreak before, but would things be different with Malcolm? ->

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[ifollowmagicalrivers]

THE STORY OF US

she crossed her thoughtless heart spread her wings like a parachute

she’s the albatross she swept in at the rescue

she was there all along but our indie records were much cooler than hers

so she kept standing by and waiting at our backdoor All this time how could we not know?

'You belong with me, you belong with me Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry I know your favorite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you? Been here all along, so why can't you see? You belong with me Have you ever thought, just maybe You belong with me?

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince, and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say yes

Romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel This love is difficult, but it's real

Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess It's a love story, baby, just say yes’

we’re on the bleachers  born to be suburban legends

great minds think alike cooler in theory But not if you force it to be and the skeletons in our closets plotted hard to fuck this up when you are young they assume you know nothing

too high a horse for a simple girl to rise above too impaired by her youth to know what to do

‘'who do I have to speak to About if they can redo The prophecy?'

THE LIGHTHOUSE FAMILY

they swept in at the rescue

- conversation with friend(s) - a long long time ago

‘to these mass coming out kids’ i was so used to being the narrator not including myself - looking from the outside in ‘saviour complex’ became a doctor telling other people that it would be okay because nobody had ever told me - it was my comfort structure there’s escape in escapism

the beginning of the end.

aaron dessner and justin vernon decided that they were going to break the cycle of sadness by letting a birdy sing songs for the tortured poets…

the most famous tortured poet

would make worlds collide function as a bridge

she took the night shift so that one day

there would be daylight

for all of us

the industry had plotted hard to make sure that our paths wouldn't cross. so they had to do something to make sure she would start floating in our orbits - change the system from within.

i'm the perfect example that their masterplan worked (if i'm not completely derailing and going off the grid) hi it's me sad smart queer emo 90’s kid (i know how to ball and i know aristotle) representation is key

we'll see

I keep going round and round on the same old circuit. A wire travels underground to a vacant lot. Where something I can't see interrupts the current. And shrinks the picture down to a tiny dot. And from behind the screen, it can look so perfect.

But it's not.

I'm always running from something I push it back, but it keeps on coming And being clever never got me very far

happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time It's miserable and magical but jesus chris, I'm so blue all the time and that's just how I feel always have and I always will i always have and always will

comfort is a construct i don't believe in good luck

I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind People need a key to get to The only one is mine I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child No mid-sized city hopes and small town fears I'm there most of the year Cause I hate it here I hate it here

So baby kiss me like a drug, like a respirator. And let me fall into the dream of the astronaut. Where I get lost in space that goes on forever. And you make all the rest just an after thought. And I believe it's you who could make it better. But it's not. No it's not

It’s time to sing a new song and chase the clouds away

——— keep the masses entertained and fed and make sure that the pop dolls are kept far away, away from where the culture is clever

this is not to tell a story about me or my life it shines a light on how fucked up society is

miley cyrus - wrecking ball - passed me by taylor - sorry girl - same

until...

they started to put narcotics

in pretty much everything

(spotify wrapped 2024 - taylor and miley 💯 both solid #1 en #2)

this is (one of) my essentials spotify lists it's funny cause it shows

how well the plan worked out (if this actually is a plan)

13 nov 2020 taylor swift enters the chat and life would never be the same again :)

no i'm staying 'cause baby WE are the New Romantics the best people in life are free

------- narcotics narcotics narcotics watch this be the real thing 👇

and i stand by it 'stupidity' you play stupid games you win stupid prizes 'Cause karma is the thunder Rattling your ground Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter Karma's gonna track you down Step by step from town to town Sweet like justice, karma is a queen Karma takes all my friends to the summit

thanks karlie for never not being funny 😂 and for just being you i think this vlog is my favourite especially the part about trees

thanks taylor for being a lifeline 🔂 and the boss for being my lighthouse

birds of a feather we should stick together new anthem we've come a long way from 'hospital beds" to end up here 🙃

bye bye sphere

I thought this hell of a bumpy rollercoaster ride had me going from this 🎢

to this 🎡

now i see that it's actually bringing me back to this ☀️

[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 11: Texas Now

Warning: Mention of miscarriage. Some chapters have sex.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

Caught in the transition from the memory to the present, you blinked, refocusing on Jake's expectant gaze. The shift from recollection to reality brought a renewed sense of clarity, along with the weight of the unresolved tension hanging between you.

"Well?" Jake repeated, his voice pressing for a response, a mix of concern and impatience lacing his words.

"You'll be given as much explanation as you provided when you left," you stated, starting to turn on your heel toward the bedroom, when Jake seized your arm.

You turned your head back and looked at him. "Let go of me, Jake," you demanded and headed towards his bedroom. Jake following close behind and he closed the door behind you.

"Darlin', I'm sorry. I don't know how many times I can say it," he said.

You faced him, tears brimming in your eyes. "As many damn times as I need to hear it! You walked away from me, Jake! You might have needed to prove something to those above, but down here," you gestured emphatically towards the floor, "I had to prove myself!"

He stared at you, at a loss for words.

Frustrated, you threw your hands in the air. "And then you return, behaving as if just sleeping with me again would mend everything. Listen here, pal, those four years were lengthy for me as well, and it's not like I was without options."

"Well, I wasn't exactly lacking attention from women either," he retorted, the sting of the situation finally dawning on him.

Your gaze fixed on him, tears of anger streaming down your face. "So what?"

He met your eyes, a heavy silence filling the space between you. "I was married. That's what. I didn't even tell my closest friend. Imagine his surprise when I mentioned I was heading back home to Wisconsin as a married man."

The revelation hung in the air, thick with emotions and unsaid thoughts. You could see the mix of pride, vulnerability, and a hint of defiance in his posture as he shared this piece of his life with you. It was a side of him that few got to see—the side that made life-altering decisions based on what he felt in his heart, regardless of the consequences or the opinions of others.

"Jake, that's... that's huge," you finally managed, your voice soft, reflecting the complexity of your feelings. "Why didn't you tell anyone? Were you afraid of their reactions?"

He let out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I guess I was. It wasn't just about their reactions, though. It was about making something in my life purely mine, ours, without the world weighing in on it before we even had a chance to live it. What about you?"

"A month later, I removed my wedding band. The people close to me were aware of my circumstances. Then, I met someone who didn't seem to mind at all."

As you perched on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around yourself, confusion clouded Jake's face.

"Doctor Dorian Stryker," you disclosed. "He approached me while I was in Wyoming, working. He admired my genetic research on cattle and suggested we co-author a book about it. Naturally, I agreed. Why wouldn't I?"

Jake moved closer and settled on the edge of the bed beside you.

"The research and the study went really well. He inquired about me, about my life." You turned to Jake. "I told him I was married to a fighter pilot who was currently deployed. He mentioned that he was the child of parents who served, so he understood what that was like." You inhaled deeply. "Then, there was a fair. That's where I met Chuck. I observed people dancing, having fun. I saw couples holding each other close and I wondered if that's what you still wanted." Tears began to well up in your eyes once more. "Dorian noticed me and asked if I'd like to dance. I agreed. We stepped onto the dance floor, and he pulled me close. I closed my eyes, Jake, and it was you I imagined holding me. Before I knew it, his lips found mine. When I opened my eyes and realized it wasn't you, I pushed him away. Just then, Chuck saw us and called out my name. I ran to him and ended up going to the hotel alone that night. I didn't encounter Dorian again until I returned to Texas. Our work was well-received by the professors, leading to its publication. Dorian attempted to reach out to me, but I refused to engage with him. By then, the house was finished, so I went back to Wisconsin, reached out to a local veterinarian and got hired, and focused on turning our house into a home, harboring the wish every day that you would return." Tears quietly traced down your cheeks. "I felt like I had made a mistake by pursuing my dream, just as you chased yours."

Jake reached out, drawing you into his embrace as you began to sob uncontrollably. "Oh, darlin'. No, you didn't do anything wrong."

"I needed you, Jake, and you weren't there," you mumbled into his chest as you continued to cry.

"I know. I suppose I won't be winning any 'Best Husband of the Year' awards, but I'm here now."

You sat up to face him directly. "Are you really?" The sound of your phone caught your attention. You picked it up and glanced at the screen, reading the incoming text message. "It's Dr. Colson. He wants to meet," you said, standing up. "I need to clean up and head out." With those words, you made your way to the bathroom, leaving Jake seated on the edge of the bed, absorbed in thought.

You maneuvered the red F-150 into a spot in the guest parking nearest to the Agricultural and Life Sciences building. After freshening up, you had opted for a new pair of jeans, a tan tank top beneath a brown and tan lightweight plaid shirt, and finished the look with brown cowboy boots and a distressed brown baseball cap, your brown hair in a ponytail.

Exiting the truck, you made your way to the building's entrance, pushed open the door, and walked towards Dr. Colson's office. Finding his door ajar, you knocked.

"Come in," came the reply from inside.

You entered and halted in your tracks at the sight of a dark-haired individual seated in front of Dr. Colson's desk. Dr. Colson rose to his feet. "Y/N! We were just discussing you!"

The figure in the chair stood and faced you. It was Dorian.

Dr. Colson came over, and the two of you embraced. "You remember Dr. Stryker, right?"

Dorian gave you a nod, and you managed a smile. "Of course."

"Please, take a seat," Dr. Colson urged, indicating the chair beside Dorian.

With cautious steps, you moved to the chair and sat, feeling Dorian's gaze follow you closely.

Once seated, Dr. Colson resumed his place behind the desk. "We were discussing the upcoming conference this weekend. Dorian proposed that we include you in his genetics lecture."

You offered a smile. "I'd be happy to. I'll just need to organize my notes tonight. This was quite the surprise."

"We wouldn't want to impose if it feels like too much," Dorian added.

Turning towards him, you replied, "No, it's not any pressure at all."

"It should be manageable. We're primarily covering material from the book," he replied, his crystal blue eyes meeting yours.

"In that case, I should be just fine," you said, reassured by the familiar content.

"Then it's settled!" Dr. Colson declared with enthusiasm, handing over two passes to you. "These are for you and your husband. I presume he'll be attending?"

With a smile, you responded, "Yes, he will be."

Dr. Colson extended two tickets towards you. "These are for the reception on Saturday night. I'm eager to meet your husband."

Gratefully, you accepted the tickets. "Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow."

Standing up, you quickly made your way out the door.

As you stepped out of the Agriculture and Science building and neared your truck, a familiar voice calling your name halted your steps.

Turning around, you recognized Dorian approaching you. His six-foot-two frame was clad in jeans, a polo shirt, and tennis shoes, his midnight black hair combed to such perfection that not a single strand was out of place.

When he reached you, he observed, "You're quick."

"I have some preparations for this weekend, Dorian. What's up?" you asked, slightly rushed.

His piercing blue eyes scanned you briefly. "It's nice to see you again, Y/N."

"Likewise, Dorian. Was there something you needed?"

He passed a hand through his hair, a gesture of hesitation or perhaps unease. "I wanted to… apologize for last time…"

"It's fine. I've moved past it," you reassured him quickly.

"Are you and your husband back together then?"

"We never really parted, aside from his deployment."

"That's not what I heard," he countered, a hint of doubt in his tone.

"You shouldn't always listen to what people say," you replied, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. "Look, I really need to go." Turning, you began to walk toward your truck, eager to leave the conversation behind.

"I never stopped thinking about you, Y/N," he suddenly blurted out, causing you to pause momentarily.

You spun back to face him, your expression firm. "Well, I never spent my time thinking about you. Goodbye, Dorian." With those final words, you turned again and continued on your way to the truck, leaving the conversation—and Dorian—behind.

You pulled the truck to a stop outside the garage at your in-laws' house, reached over to grab the garment bag holding your dress for the next evening, and then stepped out of the truck.

As you stepped inside the house, Cindy was there to greet you warmly. "Oh, Y/N! There's something wrong with one of the horses. I need you to take a look. Here, let me take your garment bag and hang it up for you," she offered, reaching for the bag you carried. "I was about to call the local vet, but since you're here, I thought maybe…"

You offered her a reassuring smile. "It's okay. I'll check on him."

"He's in the back ring," she informed you, indicating where you needed to go.

"Okay." You walked back out the door and headed towards behind the barn.

As you made your way around the building, your gaze lifted to find Jake perched atop his chestnut mare.

Pausing, you took in the sight of Jake. He was dressed in a white tank top beneath a red and white plaid lightweight short-sleeved shirt, paired with blue jeans. His look was completed with black cowboy boots and a tan cowboy hat resting atop his head.

"So, was the hurt horse your idea?" you inquired.

"Yes, Ma'am," he responded with a nod, then extended his hand towards you after sliding back slightly on the saddle.

You let out a sigh, torn between the need to prepare your notes for this weekends presentation and acknowledging Jake's effort to reach out. Deciding to give this moment a chance, you stepped closer and placed your hand in his. With careful movements, you positioned your foot into the stirrup and hoisted yourself up into the saddle, settling in front of Jake.

With a gentle noise from Jake, the horse began to amble forward.

"Where are we headed?" you inquired, curious about his intentions.

"It's a surprise," he responded, his voice carrying the thick Texas accent that always seemed to deepen when he returned home.

You leaned back, finding comfort in the warmth of his chest as the horse meandered slowly through the open field.

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[demonqueenart]

Evie, hi! First of all I want to thank you for spending your time and energy to write all those answers and posts. I'm amazed that you're still able to keep them understanding and kind, which makes it much easier to have this conversation. Thank you!

Your frustration with DnP's lack of reaction is justified and the next thing I'm about to say isn't me coming up with excuses on their behalf or telling you to stop talking about it. It just hurts to see a kind and gentle person like you get upset, so I'm trying to give some consolation, but I'm not too good at that, so sorry in advance if I fuck it up.

Please have patience. Not for their sake, for your own. We won't stop trying to make them acknowledge the racism, but it might take some time. Since their comeback our way of interacting with DnP has been kind of a black box - we talk about stuff on different platforms and then they suddenly mention it. So we know they saw us talking, but we don't know exactly when.

The last 2 weeks have been pure chaos: the leak, the rushed announcement, the wrong dates in the promo, the venues not giving enough info or giving wrong info. After tickets went on sale they only had 4 days before they fucked off to have their just-the-two-of-us-ranch-ingredients vacation.

What I'm trying to say is: their current silence doesn't necessarily mean that they saw us talking and chose to ignore it. Maybe they haven't seen it yet, maybe they are thinking about what to do and what to say. Also, unfortunately white people do need a bit of time to go from "this is an unreasonable attack, I'm not a bad person and they are just haters" to "it's not an attack, it's reasonable criticism and I was being the asshole this whole time". I went through this process myself (and you were the one who helped me understand). Sorry it took me that long.

This isn't me saying it's fine that they haven't addressed anything so far - it's not. Just please don't give up hope yet. They listened to us when it came to Palestine, I'm sure they'll listen now too.

Oh, and ignore all the fuckers who are telling you to either leave or shut up. You make the phandom a better and kinder space. I want you here and many others do too. Plus it's not like anyone gets to gatekeep the community in the first place. You have the right to be here.

From beautiful hellscape with love 💜

Anon 🥹 I felt so cared for because of you. Thank you so much 🫂🫂💞💞 I always want this space to be gentle and kind, even when I’m hurt and angry, I still want to understand where everyone is coming from. I believe that everyone deserves to have their voice being heard. Even when our voices clash and don’t always go together, we can still come to a new understanding, try to mend and build a bridge together. Fighting isn’t always the end of things, it’s when two sides trying to express how unfair the situation is so that they can come together.

And of course, you’re right. They might be quite busy as you’ve pointed out, it doesn’t always mean they’re not going to do anything. I think why I assumed for the worst is because this is very much a new territory for them to cross. They have never brought up their racist remarks, never tried to address or take accountability in things. I’m just afraid it’ll end up just like any other time before.

But having you speaking this to me have reassured that I’m not fighting alone in this. In some way or the other, I have cultivated the most understanding and generous people of all who’re willing to support me during the toughest time, and for that, I’m so grateful. Thank you for reaching out and giving me some consolation to reassure me. Your words will not be wasted :) Thank you so much for everything 🫂🫂💖💖

[kasagia]

Our little game pt. 3

~Part 1~ ~Part 2~ ~Part 4~ ~Part 5~

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x witch! reader Summary: Thomas has been trying to mend your relationship all weeks leading up to the wedding. You must admit that he was a true, sweet gentleman, but… something was wrong. You didn't feel those butterflies (or moles as Kol used to say) in your stomach when you were close to him. You thought that maybe after bachelorette party and wedding you two would again get along with eachother and everyting will be fine. But drunk you had a completely different idea to solve this situation. Warning(s): smut mention, swearings, I used the thread from "Friends", I don't regret anything (I guess) Word count: 4,6k

*Two months later*

"I can't believe it has gone by so quickly, I feel like I just arrived in New Orleans." I said to the girls while we were putting on our dresses for the party.

"Yes. Me too. I feel like Elijah proposed to me yesterday, and now the four of us are going to my bachelorette party."

"Actually five. I invited Cami." Rebekah corrected Kath while fixing her makeup.

"Since when have you exactly been friends with Klaus' therapist?" I asked, not believing for a moment in her good intentions toward the bartender.

"Since she's trying to talk you out of the ridiculous idea of getting back with your ex."

"Hey! We all agree that we're not going to discuss that topic. Today is about Katherine. Only her."

"Take it easy, Y/N. We're just worried about you."

"There's no need, Katherine. I can take care of myself. Also, I haven't decided yet what I'm going to do with this mess around me. It's enough that the Mystic Falls gang put me on their blacklist a week ago. I don't need more complications."

Yes. Officially, Damon Salvatore has become my enemy because I refuse to help him bring Elena back from her "sleeping beauty state." At least Bonnie stayed my friend.

"Well, I saw both of you in that new restaurant. You two seemed quite enjoyable with your company." Rebekah snapped me out of my thoughts.

The original vampire spent the whole two months trying to force me to set up with her brother. It was getting pretty tiring to the point that I decided to avoid Klaus like the plague and not give the blonde a chance to put her plans into action. I loved her with all my heart, but I will not allow anyone to meddle in my affairs and try to set me on a particular path. Not even one of my best friends.

"Yeah, like one meeting was a declaration of true, unconditional love." I replied sarcastically, turning my attention back to my reflection in the mirror. I started putting on my makeup, being careful not to accidentally gouge my eye out with mascara. "Thomas and I spent half life with ourselves. It's obvious that we're feeling good together when we know each other better than anyone else."

"That's what we're all trying to tell you!" the woman snatched the mascara from my hand and turned to look at me in the eyes. "You don't love him anymore! He is like an old, favorite movie; you watch it because you have a soft spot for it, not because it brings you new, amazing emotions. You got used to having him around. And you're afraid that my brother will destroy your idea of loving Thomas. Even if it's obvious to everyone that you don't have any feelings for him. You fell for Nik, finally admit it to yourself!" she burst out, reproaching me again.

"Rebekah, enough. You're crossing the line." Freya stepped between us, wanting to reassure her little sister and trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"You want me to finally make a decision? Fine. Right after the wedding, I'm going back to Thomas. You don't have to wish me luck. I already know I'll be very happy with him." I replied, staring furiously at the blonde over Freya's shoulder.

"You have to be joking?! Seriously? Are you doing it just to spite me?"

"I'll meet you all downstairs. I promised to call Tom before we went out all night." I said, ignoring Rebekah's angry look at me.

I left the room quickly before any of the vampires (or the witch) could stop me, heading for the only place I could get some privacy.

Klaus' art studio.

The guys had already left the mansion an hour ago, teasing Katherine that they would make one last effort to find someone better for Elijah before she "ringed him with a golden muzzle," so I was sure no one would find me there. Who would have guessed I was hiding in the "cave" of a big bad wolf?

I was walking in a dark room, lit only by the moonlight. I took my phone out of my dress pocket and dialed Tom's number. I put the device to my ear, staring at the unfinished painting on the easel. Klaus must have been pretty pissed while painting it. I hadn't even seen so much intense red when the hybrid returned covered in blood from one of his "preventive missions."

"Y/N?" Thomas's voice snapped me out of my thoughts about the original.

"Hi." I replied with a little smile, sitting on the piano opposite the easel. Klaus went all out designing his studio.

"Hello, honey. Are you going out with the girls?"

"Yes. So don't bother calling; I won't answer, and even if I do, I doubt I'll be in a good condition." I replied jokingly, smiling wider as I heard his laugh.

"Ha ha. You know what they say: You are the truest version of yourself after alcohol."

"Is this your way to tell me that you're waiting on a drunken love confession from me? It isn't quite romantic, don't you think?"

"I don't care about it as long as it's true." I smiled. I wanted to respond to his taunt, but I froze in place as I saw someone's all-too-familiar blue eyes in the darkness of the studio. As our gazes met, he went out from the shadow and stood right in front of me. "Y/N? Can you hear me?"

"I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow, Tommy." Klaus wrinkled his nose at the "cute" diminutive.

"Have a good time, honey. Don't drink too much or I'll have to pick you up." before I could answer, Klaus snatched the phone from my hand.

"You don't have to worry about her. She will be in my excellent care, Timon," he said maliciously before aggressively hanging up.

"Seriously? Don't you have a brother to drink up instead of messing with my boyfriend? By the way, his name isn't Timon."

"Your boyfriend?" he laughed incredulously, shaking his head. "Since when? If I remember correctly, he left you for like... two years ago?"

"So what? You're not better at all."

"Unlike him, I was interested in your fate, love."

"Sending your minions to follow my every move is stalking, not caring. And stop calling me that. It's disgusting." I said, turning towards the exit, but the hybrid blocked my way as usual. The look of displeasure on his face instantly made me feel much better.

"They didn't follow you... most of the time. I just wanted to make sure you're okay and you're not putting yourself in unnecessary danger for the sake of those imbeciles."

"Did you know that there is an ancient gadget called the telephone? You could have checked for yourself if I was alive."

"You changed your number." I blushed at my stupidity. He was right. Right after breaking up with Tom, my phone suffered minor damage due to my sudden emotions and relative lack of control over my magic. I just don't know why it hurt so much that he couldn't text me. It's not like I've been waiting for his call all these years... right?

"Well, we can't go back in time and change that anyway. There's no point in dwelling on it." I finally replied, looking away from him to hide my true feelings.

The man wouldn't let me get away from him so easily. His left hand went to my chin, forcing me to look again into his blue eyes, which gradually began to give way to his night-black pupils.

"So that's it? You want to go back to him as if nothing happened? Like I didn't send you a thousand bloody letters to beg you for a little piece of your attention like a desperate fool, that I am every single time you look at me!" he exploded.

His jaw was clenched in anger, and his other hand was clenched so tightly that it seemed to me that droplets of blood were dripping from it. But my stupid brain could only process one goddamn thing in this improbable situation.

"Letters? What letters?"

"Oh, don't play with me like this, love…" he tried to walk away from me, but I grabbed his arm before he made any step towards the exit.

"Klaus, what letters? I didn't get anything from you since you went." I asked, searching his face for any explanation.

"Don't lie to me. It's even beneath you." he replied contemptuously.

A red light went on in my head. The son of a bitch had no right to walk into my already messy life with his fucking shoes and accuse me of whatever shit he fancied. This is exactly what caused my agitation. Not the hostile look I couldn't take from him.

"Beneath me? How can you tell if something is in "my type" or not?! You don't even fucking know me!" his jaw tightened. In the next second, he pushed me into a wall and put his hands on both sides of my head. His eyes were enraged, mad, and... passionate.

"I know you better than myself. I spent months admiring you in the shadows until you decided that I was curious enough to be noticed by you. It took you a bloody year to warm up to me and to treat me like something more than a monster. And when we were apart… I've never missed anyone as much as I have missed you in the thousand years I've lived. You told me here months ago that you would be the one to burn me. You were too stubborn to admit our connection that much, that you, love, didn't notice I was already burned by you a long time ago."

"You're lying. You wouldn't even have come up with that stupid excuse if Thomas hadn't shown up. You want me to lose my chance at happiness, don't you? The moment I trust you, you'll stab me in the back for your own amusement."

"Is your beloved ex-boyfriend, as I would like to point out, clouding your mental clarity so much?"

"Maybe he's my ex, but unlike some people, he really cares about me, not my power."

"Did he? Because if I had a chance, which you gave him, I would never, ever leave you. Not even if I could rule all of this damn world."

"Please, it's impossible that you could truly love…" he cut me off, pulling my face closer to his lips to shut me up by kissing me.

I imagined that moment so many times in my head, but nothing conveyed the true feeling of his lips on mine.

I moaned as he bit my lips and opened a way into my mouth like that. His treacherous tongue slipped inside like a snake, catching mine in his snare.

The sounds of brushes and paints falling were my only warning before he grabbed me around the waist, set me down on the table, and made me his height to (surely) kiss me dead.

The moment one of his hands started wandering toward the zipper of my dress, making me shiver every time his fingers touched my exposed skin, was a time when the warnings of my mind shouted over the dark, hidden desire of my foolish heart.

*SLAP!*

My hand left a small red mark on his left cheek for a while before his vampire power healed it. He slowly turned his head towards me, with his own hand on the place I slapped him, shocked that I (a little, mortal witch) was that dumb-brave to do this.

I breathed heavily as I stared into his impenetrable oceanic iris.

"Don't..."

"Why?"

"Because I… you… we can't…" He leaned his head down toward mine so that our noses were touching. Our lips were disconcertingly close for me to express any logical thought that wasn't related to HIM.

"Y/N!! We're going to be late! Hurry up!" Katherine's voice made me jump out of the hybrid's embrace, scared of what might have happened in the art room if she hadn't interrupted us.

Before I left the room, he grabbed my hand and turned me to face him. I fell straight into his chest. His second hand grabbed around my waist, making sure I wouldn't go before he stopped talking.

"Have your fun, love. We'll continue this discussion when you return." he said as he tucked my hair behind my ear. 

"Y/N! What could possibly be taking so long?!"

"We have nothing to discuss." I growled, yanking myself out of his grip, and went out without even looking at him.

I need vodka or I'll completely lose my mind.

~•♤♤♤•~

"Ha ha, I can't believe it!" I was laughing so hard when Rebekah finished her story about Klaus and Elijah running from bees when they were humans.

"I swear to you, they came out of the river drenched as ducks, only to meet some "huge and terrifying wild beast" and roll in the mud to let him lose their scent. They screamed like little girls as he approached them and growled at them. Kol was bursting with laughter, but in the end our mother's old fur fell off him and he had to run away from them."

"All right! How do I look?" Katherine emerged from the dressing room, making an impressive turn in front of us to present her dress (not a particularly successful one, given how much alcohol we had consumed).

"I like it, but you look much better in your real wedding dress." Freya commented as she adjusted Cami's fake veil.

Yes. All five of us decided to put on white dresses and continue our evening dressed like this. I have no fucking idea how it happened.

"I know where we should go next!" Rebekah screamed, threw my legs off her and got off the couch. She ran over to Katherine, showing her something on her phone and whispering conspiratorially. I shrugged, grabbing a bottle of champagne.

Freya snatched the bottle from my hand, handing it to Cami. The barmaid drank the rest of its contents and sat down next to me. I put my head on her lap so she could comb my hair. I closed my eyes, feeling a little relaxed for the first time in weeks. The quiet whispers of the vampires in the background and the slow, calming movements of the blonde's hand were a wonderful sleep aid.

"Don't fall asleep, sleeping princess! We're going dancing." an enthusiastic Rebekah nudged me gently on the arm, trying to pull me out of my own world.

"Dancing? Where?" I asked, opening one eye to look unconvinced at the blonde.

"You will see. Come on, the night is still young, and we're not drunk enough." the vampire grabbed my arm and dragged me down the stairs to the waiting limousine.

The five of us drank chilled champagne from the limousine in seconds, continuing to talk nonsense until we were at the door of the club Rebekah wanted to take us to.

If I had seen its name better, maybe I would have realized that this is the same place the guys went to celebrate Elijah's bachelor party, and maybe what happened later that night wouldn't have happened at all.

But we all went inside and lost each other in a sea of other people.

I looked around the crowd until I saw a familiar face at the bar. Instantly, my heart warmed, and the unreasonable desire to approach him overcame the rational side of my brain. I ran towards him, doing my best not to step on the white dress. Without knowing why, the people around me immediately let me through, so I didn't have to push through them.

"Nikkie!" I screamed when I saw the hybrid. I made a few steps toward him, and I fell into his arms, tripping over my fake wedding dress. I could hear Kol chuckling in the background. "I've missed you, love."

"You know I can get you two married at any moment, brother? Just say a word."

Kol took his beer from the bar as I leaned dangerously close to him, threatening to accidentally spill the alcohol down my dress. Klaus held me closer to him so that I wouldn't wobble from side to side, checking to make sure my drunken walk towards them didn't injure me in the process.

"Shut up, Kol. She's drunk."

"Hey! I'm not drunk, but you're ridiculously hot when you're mad." I giggled as I cupped his face and kissed a crease between his eyebrows. "And so sweet when you're confused." I said, chuckling after he gave me an incredulous look.

"The offer is still valid." a vampire muttered under his breath, teasing his brother.

"For bloody hell, Kol, I'm not gonna marry her!" he growled at him. Suddenly, I felt very sad. Tears came to my eyes from nowhere.

"No? Why? You don't love me?" I asked, sobbing. His eyes immediately fell on my weeping form in pure panic. Nik gently pulled me to him and cupped my cheek, wiping away my tears with his thumb as he looked at me softly.

"Yes, Nikkie, don't you love her?" Kol interrupted our moment, much to Klaus' annoyance and anger.

"If you want to live to see tomorrow, get out of my sight. Now."

"Have fun together, Nikkie!"

He followed him with his eyes until he disappeared into the crowd of others. His eyes softened as he looked at my tear-stained face.

"Love, why are you crying?" he asked softly, wiping away my tears.

"Because you don't love me at all!" he sighed, hugging me tighter and kissing my head tenderly.

"Of course I love you." he whispered timidly into my hair.

"You do?" I moved away from him, placing my hands on his chest so that I could hold onto his body the whole time while looking into his eyes.

"It's impossible not to, love. Can we go home now?"

"No. Say it again."

"What?"

"That you love me."

"Y/N. You're drunk, just come with me and…" I cut him off by catching his stupid, beautiful lips in a kiss.

At first, he stayed there, shocked, not even making the slightest move. I got a little irritated after a while, so I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him closer, biting his lower lip until it bled. I moaned in a kiss, as I could feel his sweet, addictive blood on my tongue. Without knowing why, I felt "the alcohol mist" in which I found myself begin to slowly leave my body. In the next moment, that annoying man finally started to respond to my affection. His arms were all around me, reaching into every part of my body.

In an attempt to regain control, his lips began chasing mine. We fought with each other, giving all our hidden passion, anger, and frustration into that kiss. But it still wasn't enough for me. And he knew this.

"Don't be such an asshole and stop teasing." I groaned, breaking away from him for a moment.

"Never." he whispered against my lips, skillfully avoiding mine.

"For the love of God! Kiss me right or…" I moaned as he interrupted my threat by biting into the sensitive skin of my neck.

He was drinking from me.

Klaus. Fucking. Mikaelson. Was drinking from me.

And it felt amazing.

I gasped, pulling his hair with one hand and grabbing his muscular shoulder with the other. After a few minutes, he pulled away from my neck and kissed me again, this time complying with my request. During our demanding kiss, I felt a trickle of blood running down my neck to my chest. The wound closed in a matter of seconds.

I summoned my magic to teleport us to his room. More specifically, his bed. I started to rip off his shirt so as not to interrupt our kissing session. But hybrid has other plans.

He pulled away from my bruised, tingling lips and grabbed my hands just as I was about to get to the waistband of his pants.

"We need to stop, love."

"Why? I thought you wanted me."

"I do."

"Then shut up and kiss me."

"No. We can't. Not like that." he sighed as I started to bite and make hickeys on his neck. He grabbed my hair, pulling me closer.

"Don't act like you didn't dream of it. Like you don't wanna feel my hot, naked body on yours. Like you don't wanna drink from me while fucking me and leaving marks on all of me to make it clear to everyone that I'm yours." I whispered against the skin of his neck.

"Y/N. Stop." he growled, pushing me away from him when he felt my hand dangerously close to his pants' fly.

"Why? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't finally get this damn feeling out of our system!"

"That's not how it works and you well know that."

"God! Why do you always have to make things so hard for me?!" I started gathering my things, intending to leave the refusing-me hybrid.

"Where are you going?!"

"To Tom! Maybe he will be a man and fuck me, if you don't want." I found myself instantly in his strong embrace. He was breathing rapidly, his pupils so dilated that his blue irises were almost impossible to see. He desired me. If he wanted me too, then why didn't he use his chance?

"Be careful what you wish for, love."

"Let me go. I wasted enough time for you." I groaned as I tried to break free from his grip.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Why?" I asked, lifting my head in challenge.

"Because you're MINE. Mine to touch, mine to kiss, mine to fucked from your mind every single thing that isn't me. We belong to each other. And you hate it. So much so that you can't accept the feelings that are between us. This is why you gonna go back to my bed and sleep by my side so I can make sure you're not going to do something incredible stupid tonight."

"Don't act like a protective boyfirend, if you don't care about me." I choked out, taking advantage of the fact that he doesn't look me in the eye and instead places small kisses on my face.

"You stupid woman, don't you see how much I've already done for you just to keep you safe and happy?"

"You wanna make me happy? You wanna satisfy me? You wanna make sure I'm only yours? Then shut up and finally let it happen." I kissed him, pushing him on his back, so I could sit on him.

I started to strip myself, looking straight at him. His chest rose and fell at the speed of light, black pupils completely replacing his blue irises. I take a moment to appreciate his tattoo and kiss every flying bird.

"Lie that you love me." he said, after turning us so I was under him.

"It wouldn't be a lie." I thought as he kissed his way to my underwear.

"I know it's part of your game. Just... pretend for a moment you really feel something for me Y/N."

"It's not a game anymore. And since our first meeting, I have felt for you... everything."

"You win." he said, kissing me with all of his desire for me, and trying to get any response out of me.

"You win.'" I thought, letting myself get lost in the feeling of his skin on mine. "And I'm fucking terrified of it."

~•♤♤♤•~

Consciousness begins to slowly return to my battered, relaxed body. I sighed, snuggling into something warm and cozy beneath me. I put my head in a more comfortable position and took a breath of the amazing perfume.

Klaus' perfume.

I froze in place, afraid to make any move. After a few minutes, I finally decided to hesitantly open my eyes and lift my head slightly.

My fucking God.

I slept with Klaus Mikaelson.

With my brain overheating from the new information, I had the opportunity to take a closer look at the unconscious hybrid. He looked so... innocent when he slept. And carefree, even blissfully, judging by his gentle smile, which I could see despite the darkness in the room.

The disheveled hair on his head only made him even hotter. It was also helped by the fact that I was probably the perpetrator of his messy look.

I tried to slowly put myself out of his arms to get the phone, but Klaus instantly held me closer when he felt from his sleep my littlest move. I carefully placed my head back on his chest. I let myself hear his beating heart and smell his addictive perfume for the moment.

Curiously, I looked around his room, enjoying as much as I could of what little peace I had left before my partner woke up. For a moment, I could imagine that Klaus was my boyfriend, we led a dull, safe life together devoid of anything supernatural. Hope lives with Hayley for a week, with us for the second, his family comes over once a month for dinner together. And above all, no one wants to kill us, we have no enemies from whom we must defend our loved ones. Maybe we'd even get married and have children of our own?

Married.

Wedding.

"OH MY GOD! Klaus! Hey. Nik. We have to get up, or we'll be late for the wedding! Oh, come on! You can't sleep that hard! Niklaus!" I screamed. I tried to pull his arm to wake him up, but his eyes were still closed. "If you don't wake up, I'll smear your room with all those expensive paints you have."

"Shh, five more minutes, love." he mumbled, turning on his side and pinning me to his bed with his arm. He pulled me closer, burying his nose in my hair.

"Katherine is going to kill me if we miss her wedding." I said in panic, unknowingly brushing his hair with my fingers.

"I won't let her do this." he tightened his grip on me, still in his semi-conscious state. "You might as well not mention her name in my bed."

"Klaus, I'm serious. Move. We have to get together."

"Vile woman, have you no pity on me?"

"Not even a little. Now get off me, you're heavy." I moaned under him, trying to move his body.

"I have a better idea of how to spend the day than being at my brother's wedding with the devil. I think you'll like it too. Last night, you did. Very much, considering the moans of my name coming out of your beautiful, alluring mouth."

"Yeah… talking about last night. It doesn't change anything, right? I mean… we're… we not…"

I stopped as he placed his head close to mine so he could lick up the dried blood from my neck. This man would be my death.

"Penny for your TRUE toughts?" he whispered against my neck, pulling away from it to look into my eyes.

"I just..."

"Yhm?" he leaned closer to my lips, but before he could kiss me, I pushed him off me and off the bed, sending him crashing to the floor. I took the opportunity to wrap myself in his duvet, running into the hybrid's bathroom before he recovered from my unexpected move.

"Dress up. We have to be there in 10 minutes. Don't forget the wedding rings!" I screamed, knowing full well that he would hear me through the closed door even if I was whispering. I listened for a moment, standing perfectly still, until I heard his grumpy mumbling and footsteps walking away.

With a sigh, I leaned against the door, sliding myself down to the floor. Memories of last night started to slowly come back to my mind, including his half-drunk "I love you."

What the hell have I done?

[prismaticpichu]

Anonymous opinion!

I feel like you struggle to sort out yourself between two opposite inclinations: you want to fit in and be respected as an adult but you're afraid to lose your auro of innocence, which leades to doubt and anxiety, because you still don't know who you wanna be. Take your time, no need to rush into it!

I bet you love cute stationery, maybe holographic stuff.

You totally have Water Signs in your Big Three!

*fishes out piggy bank* AIGHT, PSYCHIC, CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT MY FUTURE IS…? 😂

For real tho lol, you are one insightful soul, my friendo. You hit the nail on the head ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა Anxiety has its roots in uncountable things, of course, but when it comes to my time online…? Yep, there is admittedly a whole lot of doubt. And a whole lot of Cloud-esque indentity crisis x,3

(Potential triggers under cut ❤️)

Last minute edit: sorry in advance for ramble dhdhdh… this was just very good to get off my chest.

Irl, I’ve seen some shit. I’ve been through some shit. No need to go into details, but I was diagnosed with PTSD at age ~14, then needed to undergo trauma therapy in order to mend certain relationships in my life. And I’m not saying this to garner sympathy; I’m saying this because, when I jump into the ol’ computer or phone—as cheesy as it sounds—it’s kinda like an escape from being forced to grow up too fast ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა I can just be… me, y’know?? That wacky, Sephiroth-obsessed goofball who can make others laugh and smile, who can be an absolute, unabashed idiot without having to be afraid of that stupidity being too out of place. And I love that part of me dearly <,33

But I also spend a lot of my irl around adults lol… Like, almost exclusively. I don’t really connect with people my age, simply bc I can have little patience for things that my brain chemistry deems are “immature” or “stupid” or “crude”. My best friends at school are my teachers. And I don’t say this to be a condescending snob or anything, because I can ABSOLUTELY act immature and selfish and all the other traits that my brain development is in reality. But I do say it because, as you can prolly infer by now, this tends to translate into my online connections—as well as where I try to fit in those online spaces ^^, Which, ofc, to circle back to what I said before, can clash a lot with the innocence that bubbles out when given the chance to thrive. And that much is definitely a cause for a lot of anxiety and doubt.

Anywho… I’m sure you get the picture by now 😂 And once again, I’m very sorry for such a ramble shshsh. I’ve just never really been given an opportunity to, well, EVER express this lol, so I genuinely do appreciate you giving me that chance with your courageous observation 💖💖

(Oh!!! And I DO love my colorful notepads and pens <3333)

[hanayori89]

Darkness Incoming

*Kakariko Village*

Link awoke to the sound of dishes clattering in the distance. He groaned as he swung his feet off the bed. That's when he realized he was at Renado's.

And that he had spent the night with Y/N.

Link turned to see the bed completely empty. Not even her imprint was nestled into the empty space beside him.

Goddesses, she needs to go to work!

Link stood; his gait was slightly woozy as he made his way to his boots. He was still drunk from the deep spell of sleep. He reckoned his deep slumber was thanks to being snuggled in with Y/N.

Which was by no fault of his own. The true culprit was that horrid nightmare making its nocturnal reappearance. Only this time, when he reached his arms out to dive and catch the mirror, he felt a warm body in his embrace in its stead. Link felt almost as if he were on the precipice of another dimension. The dimension in which his physical body held Y/N, and she was safe. There was no Mirror of Twilight. No crying. No heartbreak. But then there was his mind, which couldn't seem to escape the dimension it was trapped in or the immeasurable warning of what was to come.

But one look at Y/N's face, shrouded in the tranquility of sleep, caused Link to push the warning away. As long as she was in his arms, no harm could come to her. When he awoke, he instantly took notice of her fingers tangled within his bangs. He made no attempt to move them. He was suddenly overtaken by a feeling of weariness. All the running he was doing when he was awake, he couldn't even escape in his slumber. He then fell back asleep, Y/N and he remaining enmeshed in one another.

As Link continued to straighten himself up, he mentally reached out to Goddess Hylia.

Hylia, please help me. I'm so worried about catching her, but I'm the one who has fallen and won't be able to get up. I don't know how this will play out. Above all else, please help me continue to walk a path of nobility. I know these dreams are so much more. But I do not wish to see them come to fruition. Please help me.

Please.

A single tap sounded on the other side of the door. Renado gently pushed it open, peeking inside. When he saw Link awake, he let himself in.

"Good morning, Link. Sleep well? Y/N is finishing a walk with Luda. I packed a light breakfast for you both."

The mention of Luda's name induced Link to come up with an idea. "Renado, thank you for your hospitality. I'm afraid I must ask a favor. I can make it worthwhile. At least for Luda." Link gave Renado a gentle gaze. He walked over to the saddlebag that held Y/N's dress.

"I wanted to take this to the tailor. I know they're not open at this time. If I give you some rupees for the mending as well as for your inconvenience, would you take it for me? I can return to pick it up. Or if you'd like to come to Ordon, I can secure you both lodging at my place. Luda could play with Beth and the others."

Renado took the dress from Link in a careful manner. As if sensing the importance of it. He regarded Link with inquisitive eyes. "This girl means a great deal to you. I can tell."

Link nodded. "I-" He stopped himself once again, changing the trajectory of the conversation. "She is very special. Thank you, Renado. Would 100 rupees suffice?"

Sensing Link's eagerness to change the discussion, Renado followed course."100 rupees is very generous. I will accept this amount, but more so as travel compensation. This will make her smile. Thank you, Link."

Link nodded awkwardly, hearing the deafening sound of Renado's unasked questions within their silence. Thankfully, an eruption of giggling and cackling encircled them both as Luda and Y/N strolled back into the house.

"Link," Renado warned in a low gargle. "I sense darkness approaching. I've felt it the past few days. In the urgency of the rain. In the aggression of the thunder. It speaks to me. I implore you to be careful. Watch the girl, too."

Before Link could inquire further, Luda skipped up to them. "Link, Y/N here is so fascinating. I had a great time with her! She was telling me all about where she is from!"

Link raised an eyebrow in Y/N's direction. She gave him a meek smile in return. The ride into Castle Town was sure to be an uncomfortable one. They did sleep with each other. Well, in each other's arms, that is.

"Where did she tell you she's from?" He asked cautiously.

"She said it's a faraway place past the Gerudo Mesa. She was telling me how they do circuses! She was telling me they have a girl play you." This made her burst into laughter.

"Why is that funny?"

"Well, you do have to admit, if you didn't have your muscles and had longer hair, you would look like a girl. Even Beth thinks so."

"Beth? Does everyone think of me as feminine?" Link glanced around for support but found there was none to be had.

Renado choked back a small cackle before correcting Luda. "I think what the girls mean is that you have an androgynous appearance."

"And draw generous? What's that?" Luda looked up at Renado, confused by his selective term. One that Link suspected he had most likely thought to himself since their meeting.

"It just means Link's look is mutual in a masculine and feminine regard."

"Well," Luda let out a devilish smirk. Anytime a child gifts a devilish smirk, what follows is never a good thing. "Y/N thinks you're very manly. She likes your eyes. And your arms. And that she wants to kiss-"

"Luda, that's enough. They have to be going." Renado curtly cut in.

They exchanged goodbyes with Renado and Luda, readying Epona for the trek to Castle Town in complete silence. Link's anxiety was at an all-time high thanks to Renado's warning. But he didn't share his sense of alarm with Y/N, not wanting to scare her. He just needed to see Zelda, and fast.

It was no longer just time closing in on them. The darkness around them was asphixating.

Link tried to push it away. But the harder he pushed, the clearer he could see that whatever this was ended with that dream.

Had Hylia heard his prayers?

*Castle Town*

Most of the voyage across Hyrule Field was spent with light spurts of chatter. Link wondered if Y/N, too, could sense the imminent foreboding that seemed to surround them. Renado had been right.

It was in the fog that looked like it had been smeared across the sky with a knife.

It was the precious dew drops that coated the grass. They no longer looked like miniature diamonds but whetted tacks.

It was in the gray tufts of clouds that seemed to have the sun pinned against the wall of the sky.

It was even hidden within the crisp chill of air that could lethally permeate through your skin and into your bones.

"Y/N, are you cold?" Link noticed her shiver for the third time against his back.

"No, I am fine." She lied.

"I brought a light blanket in the event of weather like this. You can wear it like a shawl. I can stop so that we can retrieve it from Epona's saddlebag."

"Link, really. I will be ok. I just want to get to work."

Her response came out short. He knew how detrimental a stormy sky could be to the mind, so he shrugged it off.

"We'll be there soon. I promise." Link couldn't fight against the next thing that left his mouth. "You can rest on me. If you wish."

She didn't reject his offer. Her head plopped onto the back of his shoulder blade as her arms reached around his waist, seeking security. He took his idle hand and rested it on top of one of hers.

Together, the melting of their flesh melted away time. They had arrived in Castle Town.

***

There was a line all the way down the street at Telma's. Link couldn't help but gasp in horror at the sight. "Y/N, did Telma mention anything special about today?"

She slowly shook her head, refusing to tear her eyes away from the overwhelming exhibit of customers.

"Goddesses, I hope Telma is ok." Y/N dashed towards the bar, and Link quickly followed behind her, curiosity pulling at every inch of him. He'd never seen Telma's bar look like this before. Once inside, they spotted Telma. Her normally polished plaits were frizzed by the frenzied atmosphere of the bar. Sweat beads cascaded down her neck into the well of her cleavage like a waterfall.

"Telma!" Link called out to her.

"Thank Hylia, you're here! I need all the help I can get!" She held three mugs in one hand and three in the other. She began running all the mugs beneath the draft server of mead. It spilled all down the mugs, splattering all over the floor.

As soon as Y/N called out to Telma, cheers erupted. "THERE SHE IS!"

Telma laid a tray on a table with all the mugs she just filled. Mead sloshed everywhere as she lifted them off the tray. "They're here for you. Word got out about my new employee and her face that could break a 1,000 yr curse."

Link stammered, his heart sinking as it dawned on him. "What..."

"They're here for Y/N. Isn't it great? I've made enough for this month's rent in one day! Of course, yesterday she was off, but I promised my patrons she'd be in today. She's got a following, Link. They adore her!"

The inundation of male flattery tore into Link's heart as he listened to the barrage of comments that came at Y/N from left and right.

"Wow, she is as pretty as Princess Zelda."

"Hylia, look at those e/c eyes! Is she single? Telma needs to hire people more often!"

"She's very sweet too! She has a bit of an accent. She waited on me the other day when it was her first day. I fell in love with her before I even had my four glasses of mead!"

Link could feel something unfamiliar controlling him. Sweat began to erupt all over his flesh as the catcalls and applause continued.

He had heard of jealousy, but he himself had never experienced it, for he was never given a reason to. Besides, wasn't jealousy a low-level emotion for someone who was a hero?

But under the low lights of the bar, Y/N's hand withered beneath the hardened hold he had on her. He was jealous.

As far as Link was concerned, Y/N was his. As she had been in that moment he set eyes on her in Ordon, that moment he caught her. The only time he caught her.

What if someone else catches her? What if she converts and chooses to leave me in the dust?

"Link, I must go put my apron on and help Telma."

Link knew this was a polite way of ushering him to let her hand go.

"No way. I can't leave you both alone to handle this. I will help."

"No! Weren't you going to see Zelda? I'm counting on you, Link!"

A giddy, intoxicated male puckered his lips at her and called from a table. "Hey, Y/N, how's about you bring us a few glasses of milk over here?

"I absolutely am not leaving you here alone!"

"Yes, you are."

A stiff, feminine voice whirled past them both. Link recognized it. He had grown up hearing that voice his whole life.

It was Ilia.

Just like that, the hand he refused to let go of was discarded in revulsion.

Edited: 3/19/23

An unlikely patron has made an appearance at Telma's bar. With Link's barrage of nightmares increasing in frequency and an unexpected visit from Ilia, what does it all mean?

Has Goddess Hylia heard Link's prayers? Or is it too late?

Check out my other completed OOT Zelda work- No Woman Beyond