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Chapter 9: Missed Connection

"But what about your missed connection? I wouldn’t want to stand in your way if she turns up.” Gale caught her by the wrist and guided her onto the dance floor, clasping one of her hands in his while the other rested upon her hip. Placing her free hand against his chest to steady herself, Florence let him lead the dance, her skin flushing as he leaned down to murmur in her ear. “Would you like to know a secret, Florence?” “I do love secrets.” As the music played, Gale waltzed with her casually, his hand sliding upward to fit perfectly at her waist. She could see heads turn, her peers gossiping. “You already know her quite well.” She raised an eyebrow, leaning back suspiciously. “I thought it was obvious. I’ve been trying to talk to you since the party, but you always seem to be surrounded by friends or otherwise occupied. Or more recently, completely absent. You’ve been missing from classes, the dining hall…where have you been?” “I came down with a cold earlier in the week.” The lie came to her easily, just like every other time in her life. “Nothing serious, I hope? Or contagious?” Gale leaned in close with a roguish grin, “Not that you aren’t worth the risk.” Florence halted, staring with her mouth agape. “Gale…I-” He took her hand again, pulling her against him a bit more firmly, but still loose enough that she had an out should she choose to take it. “We’re just dancing, Florence. That’s all this is,” he reassured her playfully. His confidence seemed to falter ever so slightly, but the mask slipped back into place as she allowed him to resume the dance. “Just dancing.” She echoed.

Summary: Florence runs into trouble at the goblin camp, takes a little nap, and dreams about a missed opportunity from her past with Gale. Ouch.

Pairing: Gale x Named Tav/OFC

Words: 4.3k

Warnings (please mind for this one, it gets hot and heavy, but also heavy-heavy): 18+, MDNI, violence, blood, depictions of self harm, references to incubus-related SA/deception, intrusive thoughts/distress from obsessive compulsive disorder, Astarion saying appalling things, and painful yearning.

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The following morning, Florence and her companions set out for the goblin camp Zevlor had told them about. As they wound through the woods, she did her best to step high over carrion and puddles of bloody rainwater that lined the path.

“Can’t we just side with the goblins? There’s so many of them. It’ll take hours to kill them all.” Astarion groaned.

Wyll trudged up a steep hill, hand on the rapier at his hip. “I’m going to let that question pass, because you had a bad night, Astarion.”

“It’s just-heroics aren’t really my thing-”

“I am running on little sleep and zero patience after being awakened by your teeth in my neck.” Gale growled. Florence’s gaze drifted to the scar lingering where Shadowheart had healed him from the bite. “Return to camp or come along. No one here cares, but please, will you shut up!”

The vampire raised his eyebrows and smirked, giving the wizard a wide breadth as he fell in step next to Florence, who scrambled for something to hold as she narrowly avoided face planting in the mud.

“Your wizard is testy today.” Astarion said, catching her by the elbow and dragging her uphill with him. He was surprisingly strong. “Trouble in paradise?”

“I am the only friend you have left here, Astarion. Don’t fuck it up.” She said, pulling her arm away.

“I can probably win back Karlach.”

“By advocating for the slaying of her kinfolk?”

“I didn’t say we kill the Tieflings, just…remain neutral. Let nature take its course…”

“Are you serious?” Florence stopped in her tracks. “After all you’ve been through, do you actually think - agh!”

Something like an ice pick stabbed at her brain, and she fell on her hands and knees in the dirt, clutching her skull. Astarion hissed through his teeth, and Shadowheart cried out, confirming she wasn’t the only one affected.

Hear my voice. Obey my command.

The words came from within her mind, rather outside her body, and she shook as the corners of her vision went black. She was drowning in nothingness, pulled to obey as three dark figures appeared in her mind’s eye.

These are my chosen-

The voice was cut off by a vivid orange light, energy pulsing from behind her as Shadowheart thrust a metal object forward, somehow interrupting the Absolute’s command. The woods came back into view, and Florence heard birds singing in the distance again, the babble of the river downhill.

“What-” Gale gritted out “-just happened?”

“Better question, what is that?” Astarion pointed at the artifact clenched in Shadowheart’s fist, and she brought it to her chest possessively, taking a defensive stance.

“Don’t look at me like that! I don’t know what’s happening any more than you do!”

“Nice one, Shadowheart!” Karlach clapped her on the back. “I think that thing in your pocket saved our asses.”

“Yes, but what in the hells is it?” Astarion demanded, rising to his feet. “Have you been keeping that trinket to yourself this whole time knowing it’s the only thing between us and sprouting tentacles?”

“What Astarion meant to ask, Shadowheart, is whether you might be a tad more generous with your explanation?” Well interjected.

She groaned and balanced the artifact between her fingertips.

“I serve Lady Shar.” She let out a heavy exhale. “I was tasked with bringing this back to my cloister in Baldur’s Gate for her at any cost. My memories have been repressed, and this mission requires the utmost secrecy. If I reach my contact in the city, I’ll have my memories restored, but until then, I have to guard this thing with my life,” she said bitterly. “There. You have the truth, for all it’s worth.”

“It appears we do.” Astarion murmured, eyeing the artifact with interest. “Worshiping the Dark Lady, tsk. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I can say no more, only that I can’t afford to fail.”

“Then I suggest we keep moving. We are wasting time speculating.” Lae’zel growled, pressing forward.

“Yes, let’s.” Wyll said. “We came here to save the tieflings. The rest of this will have to wait.”

“I would have to agree with Wyll.” Gale grumbled as he stood and brushed himself off. He extended a hand, tugging Florence her to her feet, his touch lingering a bit longer than necessary. His harsh expression softened, and he blushed, turning away and continuing on.

After crossing a bridge with the constructive integrity of a tree branch poised to snap, Florence smelled the camp before she stepped foot in it. It reeked of beer and strange meat, - humanoid by her assessment of its size - as it roasted it over the fire. Inebriated goblins crowded their path, and as they made their way through, Shadowheart became distracted by an owlbear cub, taking out her coin purse and bargaining with a goblin for its freedom.

“Those things grow teeth and claws first, you know,” Gale warned.

“Just-keep going. I’ll meet you at camp later. I have no interest in exploring some Selûnite temple.” The word came off her tongue like a curse as she nodded at a crumbling statue of the Moonmaiden near the temple’s entrance.

“I will not allow you to leave my sight while you hold the key that keeps us from becoming thralls, istik!” Lae’zel snarled. “I will remain as well. My creche shall cleanse me of the tadpole. I have no need for side quests.”

With a roll of his eyes but not a word of objection, Wyll waved everyone else on.

Once inside, they divided up their objectives: Karlach would address the drow running the camp, Minthara, while Wyll would look for the druid Halsin.

Astarion, Florence, and Gale were tasked with dispatching the goblin High Priestess - Gut, as she was so eloquently called - but not before investigating whether she might heal them. As they rounded the corner, however, they stumbled across a bard they’d met at the Grove, in a cage.

“We can’t just leave him.” Gale hissed to Astarion, who was eager to keep moving. “That’s the Vollo.”

“If I recall, you warned him of what the goblins were likely to do to him.”

“Go pick the lock, Astarion,” Florence commanded. “Gale and I will handle Gut.”

The vampire sulked, but broke off, muttering something about needing a skeleton key under his breath.

“He listens to you. Impressive.” Gale said as they descended a short staircase.

“Residual guilt from killing me.” Florence said and smirked. The potion vials in her pack clanked together, catching the attention of a goblin woman standing near a makeshift altar for the Absolute.

“Now here’s somebody special!” As she approached, Florence noted that her feathered shoulder pads were matted with blood. “The Absolute has touched you, hasn’t she?”

“I ah, yes. Yes, she has!” Gale gave a slight bow.

“In Her name.” Florence added.

“Indeed. Now, Priestess Gut needs to touch you, hold out your arm so I can mark your flesh.”

“That won’t be necessary, surely.“ Gale stepped in front of Florence as she recoiled. “We need not wear such a brand to prove our faith.”

The priestess’ brows furrowed and there was the slightest brush against Florence’s mind, the tadpole wriggling as she reached for it. Next to her, Gale stiffened, presumably experiencing the same sensation.

“There is something more to you, isn’t there? You’ve got something swimmin’ about in your head, don’t you?” Gut stuck a gnarled fingernail in her ear, “Maybe I can help you with that. Us True Souls got to look out for one another.”

Gale breathed a sigh of relief. “Your assistance in this matter would be wonderful. Right, Florence?”

“Right.” She said warily.

“Let’s deal with this in my chapel. In private. Don’t want this lot interfering with True Soul business,” the goblin priestess suggested. “One at a time, though.” Her eyes flitted between them and she pointed at Florence.

“You first.”

“If it’s all the same to you,” Gale began, sensing her apprehension, “My companion and I would prefer to remain-”

“Do you want your ladyfriend to become a squiddie or not?” Gut snapped.

“She’s not-of course I-”

Florence set a hand on Gale’s wrist to silence him, and he nodded, eyes flicking between her and the priestess.

“Right, of course. I’ll wait here.” A shadow of worry fell over his features and she gave his arm one final squeeze before following Gut to her chambers. The door slammed behind them and Florence flinched, concentrating on a shortlist of defensive spells.

Priestess Gut picked a vial off a table and shoved it into Florence’s hands unceremoniously.

“Drink this. It’ll cleanse you before the Absolute can touch ya.”

Florence sniffed at the elixir, picking up on the scent of werejackal blood.

“This is a sleeping potion. Are you trying to trick-”

“No tricks! You want help or not?” Gut growled.

Without arguing, Florence obediently removed the cap and downed the liquid. If she ended up dead, Withers could probably resurrect her again. Or maybe death would be a blessing in disguise.

Her consciousness drifted away, and her limbs felt lighter, weaker. With her remaining strength, she reached out to Gale through the tadpole, her mind as feeble as her legs beneath her, before she collapsed on the ground.

Help.

Soon, she slipped into a sleep, and dreamt of a memory buried by grief, and the passing of time.

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“Gale Dekarios, are you aware your Tressym is terrorizing partygoers on the balcony?”

He turned in response to Florence’s tap on his shoulder, eyebrows raised as he smiled in recognition. He was dressed nobly for the Blackstaff ball, a black, fine linen shirt with an indigo, slim-fitted waistcoat affixed over it. His matching trousers were expertly tailored, stopping at the ankle above a pair of embellished leather shoes. Florence couldn’t help but wonder what kind of money his family had.

A light dusting of snow melted on the shoulder of his thick wool dress coat, layered over the ensemble, suggesting he had recently come in from outside. She noticed he now donned a single charm featuring the Lady of Mystery’s symbol on his left ear. Not unusual, but new for the wizard.

“Florence! I wasn’t sure I’d see you here.” He glanced around her curiously. “Where’s your date?”

She shrugged. “I don’t have one. I’ve decided to show up and see what happens.”

“Strange for you to come unprepared.” Gale jested.

“I could say the same to you. I don’t see anyone on your arm.”

“There was someone I’d wanted to ask, but she’s…rather elusive.” He answered with a grin.

“A shame. And you even changed out of your Academy robes for her! I’m not sure she deserves you, Gale.” Florence teased.

“Don’t discredit her so soon,” He chuckled, before lowering his voice. “Florence, I don’t want to alarm you, but Pierson Wenzel is staring at you.”

She spared a glance and grimaced.

“I promised him a dance earlier to get out of a conversation.”

“That guy? He can barely cast a cantrip! You can do better, surely.”

“I don’t doubt your judgment, Gale, but wizards are notoriously pretentious, and the good ones are all spoken for. My options are limited.” she glanced at the other couples around the room. Not a wallflower in sight.

With a small bow, Gale offered his hand, his eyes twinkling as he looked up at her.

“If I’m not too pompous for you, I’d love to escort you for the evening. Perhaps I’ll be weaseling you out of a regrettable arrangement.”

Florence laughed.

“And what do I tell Pierson?”

“To piss off.”

“Gale. I can’t be that cruel-“

“Why not? He doesn’t seem bothered.”

He nodded again and Florence turned to find Pierson flirting with Estee Sagedust, a petite High Elf barely in her twentieth year of life. She was a head shorter than Florence, with curly blonde hair that fell down her back, and bright blue eyes that bore into Pierson’s as his hand trailed down her arm. Estee was the kind of beautiful kings waged wars over, and Pierson Wenzel was, as Gale noted, nothing spectacular.

“Well, that makes things easier,” Florence said, “But shouldn’t we rescue poor Estee?”

“I watched her dump wine on a drunk at a party once and light him on fire with a snap of her fingers. She’ll be just fine.”

“Noted. But what about your missed connection? I wouldn’t want to stand in your way if she turns up.”

Gale caught her by the wrist and guided her onto the dancefloor, clasping one of her hands in his while the other rested upon her hip. Placing her free hand against his chest to steady herself, Florence let him lead the dance, her skin flushing as he leaned down to murmur in her ear.

“Would you like to know a secret, Florence?”

“I do love secrets.”

As the music played, Gale waltzed with her casually, his hand sliding upward to fit perfectly at her waist. She could see heads turn, her peers gossiping.

“You already know her quite well.”

She raised an eyebrow, leaning back suspiciously.

“I thought it was obvious. I’ve been trying to talk to you since the party, but you always seem to be surrounded by friends or otherwise occupied. Or more recently, completely absent. You’ve been missing from classes, the dining hall…where have you been?”

Averting her eyes, she focused on a couple dancing a few steps away. The ballroom was exquisite. Marbled floors, walls and ceilings, embellished with gold accents and burgundy drapery. Blackstaff Tower could hardly compare, nor hold such a large gathering, so one of the local nobles had offered their place of residence, as was tradition. Who, Florence wasn’t certain.

“I came down with a cold earlier in the week.” The lie came to her easily, just like every other time in her life.

“Nothing serious, I hope? Or contagious?” Gale leaned in close with a roguish grin, “Not that you aren’t worth the risk.”

Florence halted, staring with her mouth agape.

“Gale…I-”

He took her hand again, pulling her against him a bit more firmly, but still loose enough that she had an out should she choose to take it.

“We’re just dancing, Florence. That’s all this is,” he reassured her playfully. His confidence seemed to falter ever so slightly, but the mask slipped back into place as she allowed him to resume the dance.

“Just dancing.” She echoed. In this light, he was as handsome as she’d ever seen him, brown hair meticulously arranged in half bun, the rest cascading along his neck, just short of his shoulders. His beard was trimmed, little more than stubble, reminding her of how it scratched against her cheek when she kissed him the night of the party.

Florence swallowed hard. Admittedly, she’d been avoiding him, humiliated by her actions. She didn’t want a reputation for being messy, and had no desire for recklessness and impulsivity anymore.

She’d learned her lesson when she’d opened that portal in her dorm room a week ago.

Over the last seven days, she had been hiding in her room, claiming to be ill and letting friends leave food and books outside of her door. Truthfully, she was petrified to step foot in public, plagued with Haarlep’s use of her form over and over the first few nights, worried she’d be unable to stifle a moan, or worse, during classes. But loneliness was getting the better of her, and she had a tendency to unravel when she gave into her agoraphobia. Tonight was a challenge, an opportunity to test the waters after a week of what she’d hoped was the incubus losing interest.

“I’ve come on too strong, haven’t I?” Gale asked, disappointment evident in his tone.

“No!” Florence shook her head emphatically and curled her fingertips over the breast of his waistcoat. “Just…lost in thought.”

He stopped in place, still holding her hand between his thumb and forefinger, and inclined his head towards the balcony.

“How about some fresh air? I believe Tara’s finally given up on her attempts at chaperoning.”

“Air sounds lovely.” Florence beamed, letting him lead her from the dancefloor. “Is she always so…motherly, towards you?”

Gale snorted as he opened the glass-paned door for her, and she stepped into the chilled winter air. “Morena Dekarios is motherly enough. Tara is….loyal. And enthusiastic. But not without good cause. I summoned her when I was a boy as an act of defiance. I had seen a basket of kittens at the Waterdeep market one morning, and when my parents denied me one, I took matters into my own hands.”

“Ambitious.” Florence responded, sitting on a nearby bench and adjusting her dress around her ankles. “Were you always such a precocious child?”

Gale removed his coat and threw it over her shoulders. “I’ve…been lucky to study magic at the caliber I have for a very long time.” He took a seat beside her with a grunt, leaving just enough space to rest his palm against the stone surface, leaning in closer. “What about you?”

Florence gathered the coat more tightly around her. “I started studying when I was twelve. I wasn’t summoning Tressyms, but I did singe my mother’s eyebrows once.”

“Ha!” Gale rubbed his hands together, blowing into them to warm them. “Is your mother a spellcaster?”

“Not even a little. Her family teases her that for as much as she neglects her Elvish heritage, Angharradh should remove the tips of her ears. But she’s been more than supportive of my ambitions.”

“And your father? What’s his story?”

“He left.” Florence said. “When I was seven.”

“Apologies. I know that story all too well.” Gale said bitterly. After a moment of silence, he chuckled.

“Well, this is hardly a lighthearted conversation.” He stood, offering Florence his hand, and led her to the edge of the balcony. She leaned out over the railing, letting the winter air cool her flushed cheeks. Underneath them on the lawn, snow capped trees swayed in the breeze, depositing a thin layer of white on the icy ground below. The moon rose high over silver clouds, shining through a dim fog and illuminating the faint creases around Gale’s eyes as he squinted at it.

“I’d like to kiss you again sometime, if you’d let me.” He said, watching her from the corner of his eye.

Florence inhaled slowly to disperse the butterflies that soared in her stomach.

“Oh.”

Gale shook his head, a huff of steam from his nose visible in the cold air as he stared at his feet.

“That was too forward, wasn’t it? It’s just that…” he turned to her, bracing a palm against the railing and tilting his head to the side. “It’s a shame we weren’t sober for the last one.”

Florence studied him. “You’re being gentlemanly. I was the only one inebriated that evening.” She inched closer. “But I appreciate your chivalry.”

Gale reached out, cupping her cheek in his hand, the other coming to her waist as he stooped down, giving her a chance to change her mind.

“I failed to tell you how beautiful you look tonight.”

His lips parted, just inches from hers, the fog of their breath mingled in the air between them as he hesitated.

“Gale?” Florence’s eyes darted over his shoulder.

“Yes?” He asked, his lips brushing against hers.

“Someone wants your attention, I think,” she nodded towards an elderly gentleman, tapping his foot behind him. The man cleared his throat in agreement.

Florence pulled back, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, rubbing the side of her neck. Gale squeezed his eyes shut, vexed by the interruption.

“Is there a reason you’re interrupting my evening, Elminster?”

Florence whirled back around.

“I’m sorry, is that Elminster Aumar?” she hissed.

The old man gave her an impassive look before addressing Gale. “I hate to interrupt, but she’d like a word, m’boy.”

Gale opened his mouth to speak, but was at a rare loss for words. His guilty expression settled on Florence.

“My most sincere apologies. I... have an urgent matter I must attend to.”

“He’s Mystra’s Chosen.” she mouthed.

“I know.”

“Is he talking about…have you met her?”

Elminster cleared his throat again.

“Wait for me. I’ll find you later.” Gale tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a small smile on his lips. “Keep the coat. It suits you.”

As he disappeared with the archmage back into the crowded ballroom, Florence felt a familiar warmth ignite in the base of her spine, warming her core, and rising in her throat like bile.

“No, no, no-”

She desperately clutched Gale’s coat to her form, and the notes of his cologne - a subtle mix of whiskey, cinnamon, and something woody - only worsened her unwanted arousal.

Florence rushed across the ballroom floor and down the spiral staircase, her heels clicking against marble and echoing through the corridor as she raced towards the exit. Mumbling fire incantations at the icy cobblestone streets of Waterdeep, she ran to her dorm, slamming the door behind her when she finally made it up the stairs and inside.

She spent the evening writhing in her bed, and when Haarlep had finished, Florence didn’t go looking for Gale Dekarios. Instead, she drew a scalding hot bath and eased herself in, scrubbing her skin raw. Despite turning a bright shade of pink, it still didn’t feel clean.

She lost track of time, and when Gale knocked on her door and called out her name, she submerged herself under the water’s surface, waiting for the muffled sound of his voice to disappear. Once he was gone, she crawled out, and with a trembling hand, snatched a folded letter he’d slid under the door.

Her fingers traced over her name, and she hurled it into the fireplace with a heart-wrenching sob, watching the flames consume it, along with any hope that the incubus would ever grant her enough peace to form romantic connections.

How could she possibly admit to someone like Gale, Mystra’s next Chosen, how foolish she had been? She had been deceived, her body traded for the hollow confirmation that she would never see her father again. She didn’t even belong to herself anymore.

Erik Ashveil had sacrificed his freedom, only for his daughter to make her own body a prison.

Each evening that followed, Florence ritualistically scrubbed at her skin until the bathwater ran red. When that didn’t dispel the invisible filth on her body, the phantom touch of Haarlep’s lovers, she evoked flames to burn herself. She locked her door, refusing to eat, attend classes, or open it for anyone.

Even when Gale pleaded from the hall for three consecutive nights, she couldn’t bring herself to give him the courtesy of an explanation. On day four, his footsteps faded away, and he didn’t return.

On day five, Blackstaff Safahr forcefully entered her room, gasping in horror at the sight before her.

On day six, for her own good, Florence was dismissed from her studies and sent home.

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“Wakey wakey! The Absolute wants to know all about that critter in your head. Start talking!”

Florence roused after receiving a sharp kick in the ribs, her face plastered against the cold stone floor of the temple, wrists bound securely at her back. Blood dripped from her nose and over her lips, some fresh, some dried. She rose to her knees, glaring at the priestess as she tested her chains. To her dismay, they were far too secure to slip out of.

“Have a nice nap?” The goblin struck her across the face so hard she saw stars. “How you haven’t turned into a squiddie by now, I don’t know, but you’ll make a tasty supper-”

Blood sprayed over the floor before her, and Florence jerked her head up to find Gale with a dagger in hand, the priestess’ throat slit as he panted over her. Gut gurgled desperately, clinging to life before going still. Gale turned pale and dropped the blade, letting it hit the floor with a clang.

“Are you alright?” He knelt behind her and muttered a spell of knock to free her from her restraints.

“I’m fine.” Florence rubbed her wrists as the chains fell away. “A knife, Gale? Have you ever even…?”

“Killed someone by non-magical means? No. I’d not killed anyone until a ten-day ago. Unfortunately, I’m getting used to it.” He wiped his bloodied hands on his robes and shook his head. “With the orb the way it is, I’m trying to conceal magical energy. However, I don’t think my next calling will be as a rogue.” He said grimly, looking at the sloppy cut he’d made in the goblin’s throat.

Florence shuddered, her mind flooded with intrusive thoughts as she remained kneeling on the floor. The cut inside her cheek and her skinned knees would be highly susceptible to infection, and the contusion to the side of her temple-

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Gale cocked his head and examined her.

Florence nodded. “Fine. Just a strange dream, that’s all.”

“Sleeping draughts are miserable. I usually end up in some stage of sleep paralysis.” He extended his hand and help her up. She stumbled into him and Gale caught her by the shoulders, steadying her, before crooking a finger under her chin, lifting it so their eyes met. His smile was a comfort, and for a moment, her mind went silent. She ached for that moment on the balcony, their lips only a breath from touching, to know what he’d written in that letter she’d discarded into the hearth…

Gale released her, opening the chamber door and waving her on.

“Let’s get you out of here. The others can figure this goblin mess out.”

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heartbreakgrill · 2 years ago

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kol mikaelson- best friend’s brother, pt. 7- the great war.

“always remember; we’re burned for better. i vowed i would always be yours, cause we survived the great war.”

a/n: why did it take so long for me to write this? why does it suck? anyways this series is over sadly :( imma write smth else just u wait friends :)))

recap: kol went cray cray and nearly killed reader. rebekah still has zero humanity. klaus and elijah are big brother core. slay.

i didn't do well with the brink of death and being covered in my own blood.

my hands were covered in the slick color, pants and shirt drenched, too. i found myself staring down at my hands, eyes distant, mind lost in wonder. i felt a little nauseous, even if i had a magic cure-all in my system.

kol brushed a stray hair from my cheek. it was stuck there by more blood. he rubbed his finger against a stain on my skin. i didn't pay attention to his touches anymore.

i just stared at my blood.

"there's so much," i murmured. i pressed my hands against my shirt, rubbing my palms clean. i drew them back under my gaze, but they were still crimson. i kept rubbing.

"i know, darling," his voice whispered past my ear, winding my hair. "can we stand up? get you cleaned up?"

i shuddered, "i don't think i can stand."

kol must've nodded or hummed in agreement. i can't remember very well.

i bunched my sleeve around my hand and used it as a rag against my other plan. he stood, warm arms dropping from my skin. i felt myself lift off the floor as kol wrapped an arm around my back, under my thighs.

i focused on the wrinkles in my skin, digging out caked blood with my hoodie sleeve. it didn't do much. just stained my already-ruined shirt. i'd probably have to throw it out anyways.

kol ascended the stairs with me in his arms. klaus and elijah were left in our dust. i didn't know what they were doing- what do you do after somebody almost dies? i guess they were used to it. i wasn't. i don't think i'd ever be.

the bedroom door fell shut behind us. kol flipped the toilet lid shut and propped my lucid body down there. he turned towards the shower and let the water begin to steam up.

"darling?"

i finally looked up to him. i'm sure i looked terrible. "wha-what?"

kol squatted before me. he drew my hands away from one another, palms squeezed in his embrace. he bore into my eyes, searching for life, maybe forgiveness. "i'm sorry-" he cut himself off.

tears welled up in his vision.

i couldn't get my body to move. i couldn't get words to come out. i couldn't get myself to comfort him or forgive him or tell him it'll be okay.

because that was kinda fucked up. and i was having a normal human reaction- shock. fear. my heart was still racing. my absence of fight or flight was like a come-down off of drugs. rash. my skin itched. my stomach ached. i guess the blood couldn't fix that.

i remained stoic. kol quickly sniffled, pulling his gaze from mine with a chin tilted towards the floor. he seemed to square his shoulders. diverting his attention again, he untied my shoes, tugged them off my feet.

then, he stood back up. he cupped his hands around my hips. pulled me to my feet. i braced my hands on his shoulders. kol brought my towards the running shower.

his fingers took to the hem of my hoodie. he met my blank stare, "may i?"

i barely nodded.

kol undressed me, slowly, carefully, piling my clothes atop the bathroom sink. he helped me step under the water. i winced as it boiled against my skin. he quickly turned the knob left, heat down.

as the water soaked through my hair, through my scalp, the blood on my body began to run down. i stared at my feet, at the watery red liquid swirling down the drain.

"okay, darling," kol spoke in a low tone, afraid. nervous. "just...call me if you need me."

a slight nod, again. kol pulled the curtain shut. the door clicked behind him.

as the peace and quiet overcame me, the shower a gentle lullaby, i was able to ground my body. my shoulders fell, my neck straightened up. i lifted my chin, i shook my hair down over my back. i washed my body, scrubbed it clean of blood like it was my duty. like it was normal.

my brain ran wild with thoughts. i couldn't pin one down. what was one supposed to think about what had just happened?

on one hand, i was anxious. i wanted to lay down in bed and hide under the covers as if there were a monster in the closet.

on the other, i saddened. the way kol looked- the expression on his face when he threw the fire poker. it was pure fury. it was like he was that monster in the closet.

i was angry, too. he wasn't the only pissed off.

i was angry for myself, for my vulnerability. i was angry for the girl who he left behind. for the girl who risked her friendships, her life, for him.

i was angry that he betrayed my trust. that i'd let him break down my walls with his sappy roadside tears. they meant nothing, apparently. because he promised me he'd try, and he'd completely shit on that idea.

i knew healing- growing- wasn't linear. but, he never even hit the slope. he was on a downward spiral the second that promise left his tongue.

and i deserved better than that.

my head hurt.

i wrapped myself up in a robe and combed through my damp hair. the bathroom light flicked off, and the door fell shut behind me. as the knob clicked into place, lol looked up at me from the bed. he was on the edge, palms pressed against his knees. there were wet streaks running down his face.

and the anger dissolved.

i sat beside him, and leant my head against his strong shoulder. he tilted his head against mine. i slid my hand over his.

"i'm sorry," his voice was quiet, solemn. he sniffled.

i moved his hand around, to entwine my fingers with his. my thoughts were scrambled, and i didn't know what to say.

i shouldn't forgive him.

i should be afraid of him.

i should've never trusted him in the first place.

a mirage of moments flashed through my head as i focused my memory. in the car, opening the door for me. dancing at rebekah's party, spinning in my brand new dress, the world flashing by, his smile peeking in my vision. his favorite color- purple flowers after a winning football game.

i released my breath, my chest relaxing, my shoulders resting. "i forgive you."

we sat there like that for probably an hour. just sinking in one another's presence. the window, open, pushed the breeze through our hair. the music of the night below wafted in like a peaceful reminder of life. i brushed my thumb over the back of kol's hands. his fingers were white as he clutched onto me, hoping to never let me go.

and he wouldn't have to.

kol nudged my head with his own, tilting mine until he could see my face. a gentle smile filled my face. it felt good to do that.

he lifted a hand to my face, pushed hair behind my shoulder. his hold paused at the side of my face, fingers slotted around my ear. i watched his eyes, watched the sadness slowly dissipate into worry, into want, into need.

i let my eyes fall shut and filled the space between us. he kissed me back, sweetly, carefully, delicately.

i brought my touch up to his face, holding him steady against mine. my left hand found the nape of his neck, elbow skin across his shoulder, fingers entwining in his curls.

he moved, crouched, in front of me, to push my back down against my bed. as i fell back, kol's knees on either side of my thighs, i caught my breath. my eyes peeled open to see the sweetest grin on his face.

i smiled, but the feeling of an absent resolution ached in my chest."kol, we should talk-"

he interrupted me with his lips. my eyes fell shut as i leaned into it, back arched off of the mattress. he cradled my face, and his breath puffed in and out against my check from his nose.

i sunk before catching myself. i pressed my hands against his chest. he opened his eyes, drew his lips back for a moment. "we need to talk about- everything," i whispered.

kol frowned. he held my hands, against his chest, before bringing them to his lips. he kissed them, "darling," another kiss on my palms, "i have been a lost ship on the ocean. for forever now. i've finally found my shore- please let me rest."

i gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him back into me. his fingers drug down my sides, around my hips, to the front of my robe. before he could tug it open, i pulled his shirt over his head. his hair ruffled from the maneuver, and i grinned giddily at the sight. kol crinkled his nose at my laughter, before covering me with his body.

his chest was warm, whole, his hands a soft place to land. they slipped the robe from my shoulders, held me against him as he removed from beneath me. i was naked before him, vulnerable, cold. he didn't even take a moment to admire my body. he didn't feel the need to. he just wanted me.

under the covers, we found what we'd lost. i realized no words could fix this- only we could. and that's exactly what we tried to do.

fix. rebuild trust. connect again.

all it took was his hands on my body, his soul at the tips of my fingers.

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the sun was shining.

that was the first thing i noticed when i woke up.

it stretched across the room, dancing through the sheets, bouncing off the hardwood flooring. glistening on kol's cheek.

he was on his stomach, one arm under the pillow, the other sprawled across my waist. i moved my fingers, to slide up and down his bicep, watching as i left goosebumps.

my eyes moved from the window, to his shut gaze. he looked peaceful. he always did when he slept. but, this was beyond any sleep i'd ever seen him in. he was like an animal that finally found a gentle place to rest it's head, vulnerable, open. snoring, slightly. i brushed my hand over his head, settling his messy hair. his skin and hair were warm beneath my touch.

i glanced around the room, again, appreciating the sunlight, the moment i was living through. but i had to pee.

i set his arm beside his body and slipped out of the bed. his t shirt fell down my thigh, the material soft on my barren body.

when i was done, i washed my hands, and the soap smelled sweet to my senses. it was like i was picking out every good part of the world, now, now that my world was slowly being pieced back together.

as i stepped out of the bathroom, kol looked to me. he was on his back now, sheets pooled at his waist, a sleepy smile on his face.

"g'morning, darling," he rubbed his eyes.

i moved to his side of the bed. as i settled on my feet, he reached out his hands. kol grabbed my waist and pulled me down over his body. i giggled at the sudden movement.

i didn't even wanna this bed. it was secret oasis, safe for the two of us. here, beneath the sheets, nothing else mattered. no deadly supernatural problems, no off-the-rails best friends. none of it.

just when i was sure our skin would attach itself to the sheets, sometime around 1pm, i grew hungry. kol, unwilling, let me out of his embrace.

i put on different clothing, something more appropriate for the kitchen. kol changed as well.

i went to open the door, but kol pushed it shut, arm stretched out before my vision. i sighed, turned back to him. he pressed me against the door and kissed me sweetly.

i nearly sunk into his advances, but i put my hand against his chest. "i'm hungry, kol."

he groaned and planted his forehead into my shoulder. my fingers unconsciously glued themselves to his skin, up his arm.

"you wouldn't have this issue if you'd let me turn you." his tone was humorous, light. but, my hand froze against his skin, eyes boring into the space my fingers occupied.

kol lifted his head, smiling, but noticed the frown i held. his face dropped. we stood in a momentary silence, unsure of what either of us should say or do.

afraid he would berate me about the decision, i quickly tried to cover the issue with a laugh at his attempted joke. "ha. right, remind me again how awesome you guys are?"

kol searched my face, unable to find any signs. so he smiled, unwittingly. he shook his head and pulled me from the door. "let's get my girl something to eat."

the moment stayed on my chest the whole way down the stairs, lingering in the kitchen. i never gave much thought to it, being a vampire. i always tried to stay out of the way, to stay normal, to stay human.

but, i guess, there was no longer anywhere for me to run. i was knee deep in vampirism. and i was no longer fighting the quick sand.

kol made me some lunch, just a sandwich and chips. then, he excused himself to get a glass of blood.

i watched his shoulders turn the corner from the kitchen, my own frame shrinking. the mask fell and the thoughts raced in.

did i want to be a vampire?

perks: eternal life and money, power...

downsides: being dead, being numb...being a killer.

there had to be more to it. there had to be deeper meaning to vampirism. i searched for poetic justice in everything- i always had. i was hopelessly romantic about every aspect of life. so, what was the stanza here?

elijah appeared a moment after kol left. the door shutting drew my eyes from the kitchen counter. i realized i had stopped chewing my sandwich and quickly swallowed my full mouth.

elijah found my eyes and smiled kindly, "good...afternoon, dear. i would ask if you slept well, but knowing my brother..."

i cringed at the sarcasm. elijah really was the embarrassing older brother i never had. "uh...i don't know how i'm supposed to answer that."

"then the joke landed," he proudly spoke. he rummaged through the cupboards before pulling down a tub of coffee.

as he began to move around the kitchen, making a pot, i fell back into silence. elijah looked back at me, curious.

"everything alright?" he questioned.

i took another bite of my sandwich, "uh...yeah. i guess. why do you ask?"

he turned towards me, leaning back against the counter. "pheromones."

"fuck me," i cursed. i'd forgotten all about that stupid, dead giveaway. i set my food down and took long swig of my water. my mouth was dry.

elijah tilted his head, "you can talk to me. you know that. you always can."

i shook my head with a shrug, "i know. my issues are usually pretty shallow. but..."

"this one isn't."

"do you like being a vampire?" i blurted out.

elijah flicked his brows up in slight surprise. then, he crossed his arms over his chest, thinking, "well, if i had a choice...i think i wouldn't choose."

i sat up in my chair, "what?"

"with me, with my family...nature took its course. it did what it felt was right. i don't believe in a higher power, but i know there is something guiding each of our destinies. my family's destiny has been carved out for thousands of years. you can't fight what is meant to be."

elijah watched my face, waiting for a response. i adjusted in my seat, stunned. "well- what if i don't know what my destiny is?"

"we never know our destinies. they tell us, show us, when we're ready. you simply have to let go, let it happen to you."

the coffee machine clicked, the pot full of a dark brown liquid. it pierced the intense silence. elijah's face twitched. he turned back to the pot and poured a glass.

"as for your destiny, well," he continued, facing me as he walked sideways, towards the door, "i think you'll know when you know."

okay, elijah, please be more cryptic, won't you?

that helped, only an ounce. i kept the memory behind my eyes, in a cabinet somewhere. maybe it would be useful, but as of right now, that gave me nothing.

kol returned shortly after. i had finished my food and was sorting my dishes, clean, in the cupboards.

"you know we have a maid, right, darling?" kol leaned against the counter, watching as i put away my plate.

i shrugged, "i don't pay her, so it feels rude. plus, i'm fully capable of doing it myself."

kol simply smiled at me. his eyes lingered on mine, and his gaze became distant, "you're very...kind. i forgot- i missed how kind you are."

i blushed at the compliment. "oh, don't give me a big head-"

"seriously, darling," kol cupped my waist, pressed his forehead against mine. i felt small, shy under his close gaze and continued appreciations. "you are the purest soul i've ever met. through it all- through everything my family's put you through. i will never be able to show you how grateful i am. i have needed someone like you, you and your kindness, for a thousand years. i have been waiting for it. and i hope i never know another day without it."

there was some poetic justice- eternal love. deep, soul-binding admiration. forever, literally.

my world shifted a little.

i kissed kol sweetly, unable to find words. he was becoming a great man. and it made me happy i had some influence on that.

kol and i made our way to the living room, lazily. we had no plans, we had nowhere to go or be. it was peaceful. all we wanted to do was go back to bed, laze around for another day or five.

but, then, klaus was there, sitting on the furthest couch, looking distant and solemn, as per usual. elijah sat across from him and he nursed his coffee. they both looked up as we entered.

klaus seemed to have something on his mind. i had learned how to read him and his different pouts.

"what's wrong?" i asked, dropping kol's hand.

klaus sighed and pulled his hand from beneath his chin, where it was leaning. "just...rebekah. i cant help but feel guilty."

"you should-" kol started. i held a hand up and he lowered his tensed shoulders.

"don't blame yourself. it's mainly our fault. but, it's okay. forgiveness is always possible," i assured klaus.

"im just worried she's getting worse. everyday, more and more of her humanity slips away."

a wave of sadness crushed my rose colored glaze. i wrapped my arms around my stomach. it had been a few days since i'd seen her, but i didn't expect for it to get this bad. bad enough that even klaus was worried.

"should i see her?" i frowned.

elijah glanced up at me, "i don't think it would hurt anything. maybe today will be the day..."

"you say that everyday," klaus spoke, annoyed.

"no sense in not trying," elijah was calm, though his brother's tone was ferocious. "go

, y/n. i'll come with you. kol- stay here."

"what? that will not be happening. rebekah is strong-"

"if she sees you, she'll be pissed," i set a hand on his shoulder, "you'll risk my safety more if you come."

kol's face, hardened by elijah's dismissal, slowly relaxed at my touch. i flashed a reassuring smile. then, i followed the elder mikaelson into the dark, dank hallway leading to rebekah's prison cell.

outside of it, he gave me yet another vile of vampire blood. i cringed at the penny-like taste on my tongue, the thick liquid sliding down my throat like tar. the taste never got any better.

i wondered if it were different as a vampire...i know kol liked the taste, for whatever reason. maybe it became like a hot cup of coffee for them, like a cold glass of whiskey in the evening. maybe it didn't matter so much when you're able to live forever- human blood was just another a singular piece of sand in a thousand years' of deserts and beaches.

elijah took the vial from me, tossed it in a trash can in the corner. i watched it fall into the bin, a small droplet i had left behind splashing against the side of it. a stain against the white trash bag. my eyes lingered, head spacing out as the droplet slid down the side of the bag. elijah touched my arm. i looked at him, a little jolted.

he furrowed his brows, "are you alright? we do not have to do this now, if you're not up for it."

i pressed my hand to my forehead and felt some sweat on my brow. "no, it-its okay. i'm just-" i huffed as the words wouldn't form.

elijah squeezed my arm, "dont fight it, y/n. the answers lie within you- but you can't push them away by running around the problem in your mind. let go."

i took a deep breath. i didn't know- at least, not consciously. and it killed me. i needed to know. i needed to understand and comprehend and come up with a million anecdotes. but, as he instructed, as the breath released my lungs, i let the worries peel away. right now, i was going to devote my thoughts, my heart, to rebekah.

elijah opened the door, held it open for me as i shuffled in. as i lifted my gaze from the ground, i skidded to a stop, my back crashing against elijah's. he set another comforting hand on my arm, steadying me. but, i could not have been more horrified by the sight before me. nothing could comfort me from the way rebekah looked.

she was desiccating. she had been refusing to drink human blood so much that her body was starting to shut down. all over her skin, blackened veins stuck out like sore thumbs- lifeless, still against her body. her blonde hair was beyond matted, with clumps of it strewn across the room. the tip of her forehead, where her hairline began, was bloodied, scabbing. she must've been ripping out her hair, day after day. her body was caked with dirt, too, making her already grey skin look like she had been drug through the mud. and, the worst of it- her eyes.

they were- they weren't eyes. they were just orbs of meaningless space. they stared, straight ahead, though i don't think they were really looking at anything. the usual blue of her beautiful gaze was dark red, bleeding, slowly draining of any life.

rebekah sat against the wall, legs strewn out before her. i pressed into elijah, feeling vomit approaching my throat. but, as soon as the nausea hit me, it was gone. the vampire blood in me tore away any achilles heels i could've possibly my body i felt strong- but i was still upset. tears tickled the tops of my cheeks, my bottom lip wobbling.

elijah mode beside me, towering over my shaking frame with concern. "y/n?" he whispered, half-shielding me from her, "we can go back now. we don't have to-"

"i do," i pushed his arm away, gently, taking a hesitant step forward. rebekah continued staring, right past my shoulder. she was almost in a psychosis.

i approached her, and as i got closer, i noticed the deep cuts from the chains around her wrists and ankles. blood caked her skin in those areas, and her bone was nearly visible from her left wrist. i bit both of my lips, shuddering more. but, i rolled back my shoulders and continued. i crouched down until i was lowered onto my knees. the floor was cold against my leggings. it sent goosebumps across my skin.

i was barely a foot away from rebekah. but she was still was not looking at me. "bekah?" i spoke, carefully, "its me- i-its y/n. i don't know if you can hear me- i'm sorry if i'm bothering you, again. i know how much you like your space," i laughed, tearfully. "i just wanted to say- well, i actually don't know what i want to say. i don't know what to say anymore. but i- i want to give up. thats what i want to do. i want to give up. i want to forget about you and go live my life. i have wasted- no, that sounds rude. you're not a waste- but, no. you know what? you are, just a little bit. i have wasted my entire summer, the summer after i graduated high school, on you. wasted it on pointless conversations, where i continuously beg for your forgiveness. and you insult me, or ignore me, or attack me, try to drink my blood, try to behead me. well guess what? anything i did to you is nothing compared to this. this is unfair. this is- this is cruelty! kol asked me today if i wanted him to turn me. and, you know what? i do. i want to spend forever with him. but i also want to spend it with you. but, this- this is not what i want. i don’t want to be like you. i’m going to be better! i will be better!"

i was growing angrier by the second. i stood up from my knees, began pacing the room. spit flew from my mouth, foul words from my lips. "you dont even feel guilt, or-or pain, for god's sake. you're just sitting there, like a fucking doll, while everyone else is on their hands and knees, breaking their fucking backs for you! you make me want to hate you, you make me want to hate vampires! i never, ever want to become you. i never want to become this! not if this is what i will be! a cold-hearted, emotionless bitch who doesn't even care that her best friend is wasting her life away on you."

i ran out of words to say. my chest heaved up and down with pure rage. i was sucked in air like i was being depraved of life. with a shaking hand, i pushed the hair from my face. from the corner of my eye, i noticed rebekah's head had turned. she was looking directly at me. her eyes met mine. i sucked in a breath and turned around to face her completely, hands still atop my head. they slowly fell to my sides.

there, somewhere deep in her expression, folded in her gaze, was the slightest, tiniest fragment of that deep blue ocean. and, as the water drowned her eyes, a singular tear slipped from it's duct, rolling down her cheek. elijah suddenly stepped forward and i looked to him with concern.

"rebekah?" he questioned, pulling his hands from his pockets. she flicked her eyes towards him. "rebekah, are you in there?"

another tear fell.

elijah rushed to his knees before her, wrapping his arms around her back so he could steady her position. i stayed still, standing over them, unsure of what to do. "rebekah, rebekah, its alright. stay still were going to get you healed in no time. y/n, hurry, go retrieve blood bags from the upstairs closet. ask kol, he'll show you where they are!"

i hesitated, my head emptied of reason or conscious decisions. elijah looked up at me, urgency in his eyes, in his tone, "hurry! go! she's in massive amounts of pain!"

he looked back to his sister and quickly unlocked her cuffs. she slumped further into his embrace, head lolling against his shoulder. her gaze was still distant, but tears freely rolled from her eyes. i breathed, deep, and centered my thoughts. i crouched before them, onto my knees again. i rolled up the sleeve of my sweatshirt.

"elijah," i spoke, calm, finally, "here."

he met my eyes, glanced down at my wrist, blue veins pulsing at the tip of my skin. he shook his head, "nonsense! she'll kill you!"

"no, she wont," i shook my head, "shed never kill me. i want to do this for her. please let me," i pushed closer, shoving my arm towards them.

elijah huffed, but hesitantly came to the conclusion i wanted. he lifted rebekah's head towards my wrist. stiffly, she pressed her lips against my skin. they were freezing cold. i shivered. she met my eyes, just as her fangs protruded from her teeth, just as her eyes turned red and her expression went dark.

i winced as she pierced my wrist, and squirmed as i felt the blood being sucked from my veins. elijah held onto her tightly, even as the color slowly moved back through her skin. her hair fell around her shoulders in it's full, blonde waves. the torture on her wrists and ankles covered itself with fresh skin, cold and pale.

elijah grew nervous as she kept feeding. "rebekah, thats enough."

she kept going, for a second longer, and just as he went to reprimand her again, she drew her head back. she closed her eyes, face to the ceiling, as blood trickled from the corners of her mouth. she wiped away with a strong hand. elijah touched her back worriedly. she slowly, surely, let her head fall straight, lids peeling themselves open. she met my gaze first.

her eyes were blue. so blue, so oceanic, so full of fierce waves. i gasped as our gaze clashed, as the slowest, goofiest grin split across her face. poor elijah couldn't get out of the way fast enough before rebekah leaped across the space between us and tackled me into a hug.

a month later.

“are you ready?”

kol towered above me, that devious smirk beholding his sharp features. he held out that steady hand, an enticingly sweet offer at his fingertips. i eyed his palm as if i were weighing my options and drug my gaze up to his eyes.

“as i’ll ever be.” i lay my hand gently in his. he tugged me to my feet.

and we began the transformation.

the past month i had spent mourning my life as a human.

i’d visited home, where i bid farewell to my parents. kol compelled them to forget me unless i ever came to visit. as far as they knew, i never existed.

i remember feeling only an ounce of sadness when we cleaned out my room. but, when my bed was carried away, to the truck downstairs, one of kol’s old hoodies peeked out from its hiding spot. the happiness i felt from my new life replaced any remorse i had for my old one.

i even visited jeremy. i knew he would be beyond angry if i told him what was really happening. so, i just told him i was moving to europe. he seemed happy for me.

caroline was. she helped us move my things and was staying in new orleans for the transformation. she was the one person i knew who was an expert at gaining control and keeping it. i wanted her there for every step of this journey.

when we settled back with my things in the compound, my newfound family spent every waking moment ensuring my mortal life felt fulfilled. there wasn’t much you could do as a human that you couldn’t as a vampire- but they tried their best. we celebrated my final mortal birthday party in paris. i basked in the sun each and every moment, tanned my skin peacefully before i’d know a life of paled existence.

but i was more than excited for all i could do once i transformed.

elijah had already been lecturing me, day after day, of what was to come. rebekah, more than once, expressed her doubts, her regrets. but, overall, i knew they wanted me to transform. always and forever didn’t mean anything if i died before them.

besides, kol owed me forever to make up for what i’d waited through. and i knew he intended to fill every second with fulfilled apologies and secure promises.

that’s why i took his hand.

that’s why i drank his blood.

i was nervous, of course.

my hands were shaking, and my heart raced, as he kept his eyes on mine. he softly wrapped his fingers around my throat, holding my neck as loosely as he could.

his eyes were soft, unsure. “darling, you have a choice-“

“i choose you,” i cut him off with a soft shake of my head. i grinned again.

kol sniffled, “how lovely it is to hear that from your lips.”

he snapped my neck.

and i woke up in forever.

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𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

“I need some salves and shit for intense body beatings!” “Look, my husband got the living shit beat out of him and it’s all my fault!” “Help me take his pain away, pronto!” “You’re a fucking idiot. That’s what you are.” “This ain’t fucking Jurassic Park.” “I am so embarrassed for you because I am a professional martial artist.” “Come on. Let’s just you and me hang.” “Well, you know I love a sibs-free hang sesh.” “I’ll rip your asshole out and eat it and kill you!” “Get this pillowcase off my fucking face!” “These fucking animals snatched me straight out my whip!” “I figured out the part about the cousins being involved, maybe you can find some fucking clues, too.” “Let me guess, you were sitting there quitting, giving up.” “I am in no mind space to be teased right now.” “We have been kidnapped, you fucking bitches!” “Puke on yourself and eat it, please.” “Is that you in here screaming like a bitch?” “Well, we’re going to ransom you to your daddy for money.” “You deserve this life, dude!” “I can’t see you, but I can smell ya.” “Why don’t you laugh in my face, you motherfucker?” “It’s not funny to do jokes like that.” “And how can I help you on this blessed day?” “You ruined my life. You didn’t think I was gonna make you pay?” “Five million a head.” “You must think I’m fucking stupid.” “I sure do think you’re stupid, but what does that have to do with anything?” “Oh, no. You got your facts mixed up.” “You’re a self-righteous asshole.” “It’s filthy as fuck in here.” “Chicken doo-doo is getting all ground into my fuckin’ seduction dress!” “How can you eat in this dirty-ass heat?” “When that door opens and the little one walks in, I’m gonna slay him, cut his fuckin’ face off, and wear it as a mask.” “Sounds insane and not doable.”

“Serves you right, trying to argue with me.” “You know, literally, that is the thing that pisses me off the most about you. Every single time I suggest anything, you’re so eager to just jump down my throat, punch holes in my shit.” “Homeboy, like you’re not trying to always argue with me.” “You’re constantly acting like I’m gonna mess everything up.” “You do mess everything up.” “I will fucking kill you!” “I demand to be held captive in a private silo right now! ...Please!” “I wondered what that was, but I thought it rude to ask.” “Stop crying! Ain’t nobody gonna ransom you!” “That’s a good job with the voodoo dolls.” “Please, let me help. I’ll sacrifice my life and my body if need be.” “We’re gonna get more money than we know what to do with!” “I mean normally, yeah, I could, but you know, I am malnourished right now.” “Wanna see this? Freak athleticisms?” “Just do it. What’s wrong with you?” “Boy, your daddy didn’t leave you with much, did he?” “Your daddy threw money at you instead of raising you right.” “Fear of God is the best chance you got.” “If you don’t have the stomach for it, hell, I’ll do it.” “I don’t mind killin’. It ain’t nothin’ but a thing.” “Do your dumps, boy!” “He thinks that I don’t have it in me to hurt you.” “You don’t run nothing but your mouth.” “He chafes real bad, and a burnt rectal from cheap TP could make him very despondent.” “I bet no one’s gonna miss me.” “I don’t want my kids to be one of those kids that loses a parent like somebody in a fucking Disney movie.” “I don’t want my sons to be Bambis.” “I never want to be treated any differently than you guys just ‘cause I’m a lady.” “He ain’t following any sort of rules about ladies and mens.” “Kill the biggest one ‘cause he’s tough to handle.” “I know I get on your nerves, always riding you and shit. It’s just because I feel like somebody needs to make sure everything’s gonna turn out okay.” “You do get on my nerves, but if you get murdered, I promise to try and avenge you.” “Make sure that my wife and kids have a good life, watch after ‘em?” “Yeah, I feel like your kids are old enough to take care of themselves.” “I’m just gonna go into beast mode and start biting faces and dicks.” “If I die, please don’t remember me that way.” “Oh, god. Oh, shit. This is happening.” “I came all this way to bust you out of here.” “I’m sure that little dick would love to see me murdered.” “I mean, he might not mind you dead, but he wouldn’t want to see it happen.” “Did you call your mama and tattletale on us?” “Your brother there, he’s a big dope.” “You try stopping me, I’ll put another hole in your face.” “Kin don’t mean nothing.” “Family’ll turn on you on a dime. You gotta treat ‘em like you treat anybody else.” “Get the fuck out of the car.”

#sentence meme #rp meme #inbox meme #ask meme #meme #the righteous gemstones #vvmemes

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gwydionmisha · 2 years ago

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Advice to the Able-Bodied Poet Entering the Disability Poetics Workshop - Liv Mammone

For Jennifer Bartlett and Shira Erlichman

1. Let's just save time—Yes I have seen Rain Man, The Miracle Worker, My Left Foot, or, more recently, The Theory of Everything. I wanna fuck Daniel Day Lewis too but can we not? 2. If all the the Special Needs Kids everybody's mom/cousin/friend/friend's mom/cousin's friend's mom has ever worked with got together, they could overthrow the government and we'd see some real change. Those people aren't reference points for me. There are no reference points for me. 3. This isn't the Whose Life Sucks More game. You have seen moments I can never imagine. 4. When asking about my disability, please remember you have Siri. What you really need to know will come up in the poems. 5. Similarly, if you decide you need to ask my diagnosis, I can guarantee those ugly sounding words are all I have in common with whoever you know. If you don't know anyone, asking me what does that mean isn't ingratiating. I'm not a painting by Warhol. Asterisk: if you're just meeting me and that's your opening? That, or so what happened to you—you're suspect. I have a favorite band, a gaggle of furry children. Let's start there. 6. The words disability, disorder, and disease aren't synonymous. 7. And while we're at it, let's talk about language. You're here for that above all right? Me too. But I get to decide how it's done, not you. If I say cripple, it's because I like how the consonants break like bones. I'm not handing you a membership card. If I say call me "special needs" and I'll roll over your foot, it doesn't mean that softness won't comfort others. Political correctness is kind of like using correct pronouns. So many words have been made up and thrown onto my flesh. None were my name. 8. If you didn't get the above reference to pronouns, I'll write a separate piece for you. 9. Your ear will need to curve around the rhythm of speech. Your pace will hunger to leave me limping. You will want to catch me as I lurch forward; lead me by elbow or hand; not to repeat yourself; to talk as fast as you do out there. Slow down. Slow everything down. 10. The phrase but you don't look sick can go fuck itself with a moving train covered in chainsaws. 11. Don't use the word inspiration unless you're talking about Whitman, Langston Hughes, John Keats or Jesus. 12. Matter of fact, leave Jesus out of it altogether; he's busy enough. 13. It isn't a wheelchair; it's a fully automated battle station. It isn't a cane; it's a dowsing rod. It isn't a limp; it's a swagger. It isn't a stim—it's how my fabulous self is pulling magic out of the air. 14. I'm not your metaphor. Phantom limbs, deafness, or blindness as figurative language in your poems will result in my unhinging my fucking jaw. 15. If you find yourself saying something that begins with no offense, but I want you to stop. Take a breath. And say to yourself these three sentences: Does this need to be said? Does this need to be said right now? Does this need to be said right now by me? If the answer to any of those is no, return to start do not collect $200. 16. Laugh. 17. Be honest. 18. Your head had best be a microscope. Ask yourself why you're here. But question my motives, too. Slam your hand hard on my buttons. 19. Some kind of dragon needed slaying to get to this room, whether it be the nasty bus driver or the thoughts of suicide. So somebody's probably gonna show up in pajamas, crocks, mismatched socks, un showered, hair falling loose from ponytail—whatever. Either they're embarrassed or don't give a fuck. Either way, they don't need you mentioning it. 20. Speak for me, not over me. 21. Yes, I can have sex. I hope everybody in here writes a jam so graphic it makes your goosebumps mambo just so you never ask a disabled person that ever again, unless you're offering. 22. I don't think shy people become poets, but in case you are, you best chill if you fear the body. If I'm gonna write a colostomy bag free verse or a pantoum about how hard it is to negotiate my period on crutches, I wanna do it in peace. 23. You need Advil? Guaranteed, somebody got you. 24. If I have to leave the room while you're reading, sorry in advance. 25. Let me point out, Tiny Tim has been fucking me over since 1843. If I'm happy, it's taken for a miracle; if I'm not, I remind them of all they have and all the work they have to do. I could be a big smile, a raised fist, an eye glittered with tears. 26. This is the place I come to sharpen my teeth; to weep until I am the Danube. I don't care if you're frightened. 27. Trigger warnings. That is all. 28. Halle Berry, Harriet Tubman, Orlando Bloom, Clinton, Christie, Darwin. A lot of your faves are disabled. Just like a lot of your faves are actually bisexual. (More breaking news at 11.) 29. And while we're on that, being disabled doesn't mean you've checked off your minority box on the form. Just saying. 30. I don't want to talk about me; how's my stanza structure? 31. Intersectionality isn't a buzzword. 32. I will ask if I need your help. Repeat this a billion times. 33. Related note: you wouldn't grab someone on the subway. You'd let your face smash into the pole before steadying yourself on the person next to you. So why in the name of God's teeth would you touch me or whatever apparatus I may have without asking?! 34. Remember, you're one slip in the shower, doctor's visit, missed turn away from being me. 35. If I fall, the way you gasp hurts worse than impact. 36. I'm not blaming you. I'm saying pay attention. 37. Inevitably, someone will be forced to stop coming. Email them; that'd be cool. 38. Even if you pity me, don't mess around when it comes to editing. 39. Your body is so damn fucking beautiful. It's like nothing else. 40. Please remember that compliance with any or all of the aforementioned will not result in praise of any kind, cookies, medals, or otherwise. Thank you. 41. People are like poems. They don't get finished, they just stop.

#Advice to the Able-Bodied Poet Entering the Disability Poetics Workshop #Liv Mammone #Poem #Poetry

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daphnebowen · 1 year ago

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more season four episode one things

okay guys because I’m obsessed I’m rewatching season four this time actually recording things because last time I just did what I could remember. That was also from a while ago (when i originally wrote it) some stuff might be the same but do I care? No. I was gonna jump right to episode three but then I thought “am I really gonna miss ‘maybe this time’ and ‘puppy love’ for this? No.” So yeah. Here we go! FYI, most of these just might be quotes because I’m basically brain dead right now.

THE RINA CUEEEEEE and ginas proud little smile

I absolutely love Ryan’s sparkly suit

Monique, Corbin, kaycee, and Lucas sound soooo good!!! Lucas especially he is really belting

“they have been silent in the group chat” 💀 gets me every time

ms Darbus sounds the exact. same.

EW. EW. MACK IS - UGH 😑

Richard is screaming. I mean, I get it, I would too if my girlfriend was kissing someone else, but chill dude

“no boys?” Girl. Gina’s super smart. She can handle a boyfriend and worry about her future. I hate her so much.

mike 💀 RICKY PAY ATTENTION - I hope those clothes were clean~

AWWW HE HAS GINA IN A PHOTO ON HIS DESK <3

”be safe” is crazy 💀

”don’t… try not to mess that up.”

”that would have been thoughtful” he’s not slacking in the boyfriend department at all

”just kept us for us” is sooooo freakingggg sweeeeeetttt “as long as we’re an us” AHHH FIND ME A MAN LIKE RICHARD BOWEN

gina: shushing Ricky. Ricky: proceeds to make more noise on his way out of the window 🤦🏼‍♀️ what is wrong with him

kourtney and Carlos are slaying

”we need to sign him up and get him educated” girl same

Ashlyn is so lost lmao

miss Jenn gets their attention so flawlessly my teachers could never

I wanna see Richard bowen’s senior prank… 😃

theyre so disappointed about doing hsm again lmao “high school musicale?!”

the east high leopards mascot is actually so disturbing

”mentally I’m not here” lmao sameeee!

”the whole gang” mins Troy Gabriella and Sharpay as per the first five minutes of the show right?

coach literally spit while saying “America’s favorite couple”

woke. I can’t.

bart Johnson is so hyped

”if it’s Mack somebody stop me before I flirt with him” “Carlos!” “Yeah, Carlos!” Ricky is so jealous omg

”Mr bluh?”

miss Jenn looks like she’s about to pass out when Monique and Lucas walk in 😭

JESSICA IS CRAZY

poor Ricky I just want him to be happy

“if Alcatraz and 7-11 had a baby” Quinn 💀

they’re dead. The farm is heaven. Why did he say that so bluntly???? The way Gina’s face fell was so sad too

”I bet he sheds a lot” PLEASE

can I just say I think Ricky is way better looking and just way better than Mack??? Like this boy has nothing to worry about.

Kourtney turned British there for a moment lmao

gina cannot improvise holy crap

“opposites do attract” THE LOVE IN HIS EYES I CANT

HOMECOMING I CANT THEY ACTUALLY LOOK THE SAME

the fact that they made Ricky’s hair darker for the Valentine’s Day part is actually crazy

“wow” part 1

Raisenets are nasty

i wanna see kourtneys instagram like I bet it’s so cute

why the freak does Dani want to know about Ricky like hop off he’s in a very serious relationship

”WISH WE WERE CUDDLING” omg WHAT (tho tbh… that would be sooo cute. I want a spin-off of just rina. No one else. Just rina one shots irl)

#hsmtmts #ricky bowen #gina porter #high school musical the musical the series #rina #ashlyn caswell #kourtney greene

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tinylouis · 2 years ago

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#sorry i just cant get over this like #i dont understand what hes supposed to gain from it nd i get it make some noise before ur doc but seriously LOL #its just going to piss his fanbase off and theyre already psycho as is #its just stupid at this point #ahhh louis spotted with 22yo nobody woohoo #like if we’re doing this can we do it with somebody slay

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marybatson · 2 years ago

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my general thoughts during black adam 2022 tht swirled in my mind like a flushing toilet. in no order

writers room and maybe mr johnson himself actually ironed out geoff’s adam origin and made him nicer because he literally murdered his nephew in that one. this works tho for what they were going for so okieee . will we get adam choking out the shazam kids in movie 2 LOL the rock would never agree to tht. wat happened to the anti in antihero mister…

kinda moe they made atom smasher n adam have bestie potential like in jsa lol.

gushing about adrianna and amon. amon AND HIS LIDDOL SKATEBOARD !!!!!! they were so so real even more so than their roles in 52 and I appreciate the writers sm for that. esp the role of khandaqi citizens later in the movie like ya fuck imperialism

it genuinely felt like a shift of two movies going back and forth between khandaq and hawkmans cruiser which I guess u could say makes it immersive

the entire jsa dynamic was so so good simply bc the chars were so fleshed out even in the small lines al and maxine (I LOVE U MAXINEEEE!!!) had they felt like heroes who’d worked together for so long. like it was easy breezy n if u compare that to the billion of quips and tension jl in the movie had like. it’s kind of wild. centering dc movieverse on jsa was not on my bingo. JAIME REYES BLUE BEETLE JSA MOMENT?

ROCK OF FINALITY ? let me ruminate on that.

shook w laughter every time somebody in the movie went “but WHO could defeat black adam” “only one person could defeat sabbac” “you’re so stacked even more so than any hero on earth adam” elephant in the room in the form of the literal shazam family with an upcoming movie:🧍

ok more on the point above just now. LIKE WTF. every time someone makes adam stronger while completely ignoring that billy is his equal nay his better. no matter what I think abt dceu’s shazam it’s still literally soooo embarrassing they think they can separate adam completely when HES GOT A DAMN LIGHTNING BOLT ON HIS CHEST. this movie just makes me angrier abt it bc they showed the shazam 2 trailer before it and god how incompetent and idiotic does shazam look in comparison to adam it’s literally so embarrassing ? can darla dudley beat adam’s ass. you know she can. be for fuckin real

cc binder checking in from the afterlife going hi how’s r my kids oh cool more to the fam oh cool there’s movies. BLACK WHO? WHO IS THAT…. villain from a singular comic beaten in one breath by captain marvel ????? slay but wtf. also where is freddy

aldis hodge knocked it out of the park tbh. so did mr pierce brosnan. hawkman smirking about I’m not afraid of dying JSNWNDKD well. sure. and the jsa kids ^_^ omg if we’re doing this jsa gimme jakeem n courtneyyyy. or r they tied down by cw

unrelated to all of this at all but I was just thinking I wish shazam never got a movie he should’ve been shoved into a reoccurring role in like that stargirl show or whatever idc

I’m on mobile idk how to readmore here just block me or kill me I’m sawry. TLDR I thought it was good fun! kind of a long movie imo and sabbac final villain was like. uhhh sure ok that was smth tht happened.. anyway. I feel like audiences will just like it and I guess its an interesting reset for the movies

READ BLACK ADAM 2022 AND SUPPORT MALIK WHITE!!!!!!!!!!!

#saw someone on here say if u don’t like comic book superheroes u won’t like this movie bc. so true.#luckily… :)#black adam spoilers

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years ago

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Friday Night Stabby best quotes (Skizz partnership celebration edition) part 31 (25/09/21)

this was a special stream organised by An Baby Orca to celebrate Skizz’s twitch partnership (even though it happened months ago).

the participants: Impulse, Tango, Skizz, Joker, Joe Hills, An Baby Orca, Kojiro, NJCoffeeJunkee, DotDotDash, BunnyBond, Frillioth (also Richard Thornton but he only joined near the end)

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Joker: Whatcha doing? Impulse: Five, six, seven- Don’t interrupt my counting! Joker: You don’t know how to count. Don’t lie.

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Joker: Since we’re all here, can I ask a quick question? Skizz: Do it. Joker: What does it mean when your name is red?

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NJ: There was somebody else in navigation but I didn’t see who it was. Kojiro, the giant: That was ME. How did you not see ME?!

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Frilioth: I didn’t see the body. I was flicking the light switches. NJ: Kinda hard, you know? Bodies are not small things. Frilioth: Unless it’s Kojiro’s body; that seems to have deflated. Joker: It did. It did deflate.

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Impulse: Frill was my lover but since we were disconnected, I didn’t mind voting him out. Frilioth: Sounds like my last relationship, that does.

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*Tango is dead first twice in a row* Skizz: Everybody say nice things about Tango. Tango, we love you, we miss you. *chorus of people talking* Joker: Tango’s a buttface. NJ: Y-You realise when Tango’s eventually imposter, he’s just gonna wreck all of us, right? Skizz: Yup. Kojiro: He is going to slay.

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Joker, playing with the doors on MIRA: Oh no, comms are sabotaged! *silence except for the noise of the doors* Joker: Somebody should fix that.

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Impulse: You have NO interest in doing any sort of tasks, do you? Joker: I- Dude! I’ve done… a couple.

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*Impulse is dead* Kojiro: Wasn’t Mister Joker sticking to Impulse? Joker: I- Hold on a second. Kojiro: I’m- I’m voting Joker, cuz Impulse is dead- Joker: No no no, time out, time out, time out, time OUT! Kojiro, overlapping: -and I heard you saying- Joker: Shut up. Shut up! Stop your mouth! Kojiro, overlapping: -you were gonna stick with him. Joker: STOP YOUR MOUTH FROM MAKING NOISE!

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Skizz: This one’s Kojiro. I didn’t see Kojiro do anything but he has this same voice on, man. Kojiro, high pitched indignation: I always-! This is my VOICE!

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Frilioth: Skizz is dead? Kojiro: He got what was coming to him. Joker: Oh jeez…

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Impulse: 1.25 [speed] is usually good. Joker: You old guys just can’t handle going fast anymore. Skizz: HEY! How dare you! Impulse: My knees hurt! I’m gonna break a hip!

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Impulse: Watch me scan! Watch, watch, watch! Scan! Now watch me nae nae. Joker: Oh GOD. I’m gonna kill you for that. That’s the SECOND time I’ve heard you say that. You’re gonna die.

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Frilioth: I’m seeing Impulse as being dead on my screen now. Impulse: Oh man. Frilioth: I’ve seen him die three times now. Skizz: I know Impulse in real life, he’s dead inside. Does that count? Impulse: Very rude. Skizz: Love you!

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*Impulse is investigator* Impulse: I’ll skip. I came to call the meeting but I don’t feel right about outing this person, cuz they didn’t do anything wrong. *pause* Impulse: Other than murder a couple people, but whatever, I can let that slide.

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Skizz, chasing Joe: Joe. Joe. Joe. Joe. Joe. Joe: Yeah what, Skizz? Skizz: Say hello to Cleo’s raid [on twitch]. Joe: Cleo, welcome! Hey, everybody! Cleo raiders, I love you guys! Joe: *kills Skizz* Skizz: Oh god, the timing! THE TIMING!

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(Richard Thornton has now joined) Kojiro: Your microphone sounds weird too. Richard: Oh good, that’s great. It’s coming all the way from Australia is the problem.

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Joe: I’m voting Richard. Richard: No! I got voted out of England once, now I’m being voted out of Australia!

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Joker: Hey guys! I called this meeting cuz I just wanted to say hi. Impulse: Sweet! Vote ‘im out!

#impulsesv #tangotek irl #misterjoker #skizzleman #joehills #friday night stabby #friday night stabby quotes

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the-travelling-witch · 3 years ago

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HELLO BAAAABYYYY

Ok saw the matchup thing and instantly my brain went to one answer: Childe (not because of the earrings LOL )

So so ok listen LISTENNNN u guys have the perfect balance every relationship needs

Wait no scatter brained let’s start from the top

U guys are defo enemies to lovers cuz my athletic bby (u said u used to play quite a few things right?) would want to win whatever competition u two have and obviously as we all know that’s instant heart eyes from him to u so although ur all

“Fuck I have to beat him” he’s giggling and twirling his hair and tossing sly comments here and there but eventually u give in after seeing how kind he is to his family and how he acts in private

Once ur in a relationship u tots are always bantering and poking fun at eachother and planning fun dates, he loves ur quick witty remarks <33

OK BUT TR??

Remem ages ago AGESSS ago I never got to ur matchup for my event cuz my brain collapsed??? Yeah well I had ur matchup in mind and it was koko <33 (this is practically a matchup to make up for that btw sorry Angel</33)

I think he would be so absolutely smitten w u, ur this little ball of pure sunshine T^T he loves takinf u shopping not cuz he’s materialistic he just loves how u dress and wants to see what u get so he can get similar items for his wardrobe and then y’all can match

Also ur one smart cookie (even if u say ur not 0_0🖕) and he would love studying with u for ur exams and school work whilst bringing u study snacks n water

Me thinks that he would find ur light hearted nature so refreshing, it probably mirrors the lifestyle of love that he actually wanted before getting stuck up w all that gang shit. He’s smart, your smart the teasing banter between u two never ends although he does like to throw in a lil Mischievous one here and there to see u flustered he’s a lil shit

Anyways yes <3 there bam end scene good bye heheh🤭🥰💕

DARLING!! i don’t need a match up when i already have you ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

childe’s competitive ass and my competitive ass would be the perfect combination for enemies to lovers; he’d be so smug and such a show-off, it would make my blood boil and make me want to wipe that smirk of his face at first

i totally wouldn’t take any of his advances seriously because surely he’s just mocking me but then something happens and all of a sudden the possibility of him being genuine doesn’t seem so far-fetched anymore, the confidence with which he acts is somewhat attractive and i guess he can be quite charming if he wants to be…

relationship dynamic: we’re always having some playful banter, being sassy and sarcastic with one another, but if somebody else dares say something against childe/me, oh boy, then we’re out for blood

also lots of rough housing and play fighting, do we look like actual adults to you??

childe and koko? now you’re just spoiling me >///<

okay but “ball of literal sunshine” is making me cackle like a witch; so many people online have said that and honey, you’ve got a big storm coming because i’m as much sunshine as a rain cloud is… but i guess with the right people there’s some truth to it… <3

anyway, koko fuelling my fashion obsession? yes please!! i’d love to go shopping with him because he actually knows his stuff and he’d tell me straight away when something does or doesn’t look good on me

also ahem, helloooo? matching/coordinated outfits! matching jewellery!! we’d slay, you just know it; put together is our middle name lol

with koko next to me, i might actually have the motivation to study ㅠㅠ

despite my nickname/ contact name for him being koko chanel, i’d love to shower him in genuine affection and positive affirmations; there won’t be a second where he can doubt his own worth with me because i’ll always be there to remind him that he’s so much more than just a money making genius; he spoils me and i spoil him with all the love and care we can give ♡

also i’d be absolutely weak for his smirk and his teasing, he’d take such pride in flustering me so easily; running his thumb over my rosy cheeks as he tilts my face toward his, so i’ll look him in the eyes while he coos about just how cute i am

okay bYE

match up ask game ♛

#coffee & tea break #my regulars ♡#letter from: the gorgeous crown ❀#my baby spoiling me absolutely rotten #which one of them?#well all three of course!!#crown you just ㅠㅠ #casually dropping in two of my faves and expecting me to be okay #(𖦹_𖦹)

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delimeful · 4 years ago

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Adventurer

fourth installment in the minecraft au series! Roman Time

warnings: using 'it' for someone, mild arguing, some panic

Roman paused, studying the small house in front of him.

He glanced to the nearby courtyard. This was definitely the same house he’d visited last time he was in the village, but…

No flower pots, no colorful banners on the roof, and when he peeked in through a window, the painting of cats he’d made for his friend was no longer hung up on the wall.

“Did Patton move?” he mused aloud, and then felt a stirring of nervousness in his gut.

It had been a while since his previous visit, since he hadn’t noticed any increased swarm activity heading in this direction. He hadn’t thought there was anything to worry about. Logan had personally promised him that the village would be protected, but it only took one slip-up…

He ducked under the arm of the passing iron golem, and approached one of the nearby villagers. “About our dearest Patton…”

Thankfully, the blacksmith responded with a friendly smile, rather than a mournful expression. Roman felt some of the tension ease out of him as the woman explained that Patton had simply moved to a new home on the outskirts and even gave him directions. He didn’t protest; without a map handy, he was exceedingly liable to get turned around.

Finally, he found Patton’s new house, complete with all the trinkets and planters he expected. He frowned in thought, tilting his head slightly. Why would Patton move so far away from the village center? His old home was cozy and well-worn, and this new place would be much more vulnerable, living out of the iron golem’s patrol range.

Things to ask his friend directly, he supposed. With that, he pushed the door open, announcing his presence brightly.

In the corner of the room, a shadowy figure loomed, violet energy flaring in alarm at his arrival.

Years of monster slaying instincts kicked in before anything else, and Roman’s gaze automatically dropped to his feet. In the same moment, his heart jumped to his throat.

Why was there an enderman in Patton’s house?

“Why are you here?” Roman shrieked, mostly to himself, groping for the hilt of his sword.

The enderman made a small, warped sound and teleported back and forth in the house a few times. It wasn’t aggressive, and there was no evidence that Patton had been attacked by it, which were the only things stilling his hand at the moment.

That, and he really didn’t want to trash Patton’s new house.

Despite all the spooky superstitions about endermen, they weren’t often a mob Roman had to fight. Normally, they kept to themselves, occasionally stole some crops or took a chunk from someone's wall before moving on.

They definitely weren’t known for appearing and loitering inside people’s homes. Most one-person houses were made with a low roof to prevent such things anyhow!

He frowned at the enderman’s legs, ignoring the otherworldly chirping it made. This would be easier if the creature had attacked him first.

“Get out of here,” he told it sternly, waving his free hand to emphasize his tone. “You don’t belong in here, you’re going to scare the daylight out of somebody if you stay.”

The enderman, as expected, shuffled in place and stubbornly continued to exist in his best friend’s house. Roman resisted the urge to run an exasperated hand through his hair. How was this his life? He stopped by his friends’ village for a break from questing and monsters, for thunder’s sake!

Abruptly, there was another teleportation noise, and this one was far too close for comfort. Roman resisted the urge to look up. His knuckles went white where they gripped his sword’s hilt.

A flower was thrust under his nose.

“Wha--?” He sneezed, three times, rapidfire. The enderman chirped at him, and he could almost imagine it sounded like worry.

It was still holding the flower (a single poppy) out carefully.

Roman took it, bemused, and then tried not to lose his marbles as the enderman teleported rapidly, circling around him over and over like an excited honey bee before settling back by the table.

“No, no, this curiously adorable gesture doesn’t mean you can stay,” Roman started, pointing the poppy at the monster accusingly. “Did you steal this from one of Patton’s boxes? Hey, I’m serious here! I’ll have you know I’m a renowned monster slayer. You should be terrified.”

The enderman ‘vrrp’ed, unimpressed.

Before Roman could continue arguing his case to a creature that probably had no idea what he was even saying, the door swung open again.

“We’re back!” Patton’s familiar voice cheered.

Roman, who had possibly gotten a little caught up and forgotten who actually lived here, whirled around with a panicked yelp and lunged, haphazardly smacking his hand over Patton’s eyes. “Don’t look!”

The enderman teleported directly behind him, its warning buzz in the air enough to make him break out in goosebumps. There was a loud sigh.

“Hello, Roman,” Logan greeted him mildly from where he was standing behind Patton, arms full of bags of fertilizer. “I see you’ve met Anxiety.”

“Anxiety?” Roman asked, his voice several octaves higher than his normal range. It maybe possibly had something to do with the enderman breathing down his neck.

“Hoo boy,” Patton muttered from where Roman’s hand was still splayed over his entire face. Then, at another one of the enderman’s little noises, he tensed. “No, no, it’s okay buddy, he’s a friend!”

“A friend?” Roman asked, and then realized that Patton wasn’t talking to him at all as the enderman buzz-clicked and moved away slightly. “Wait, you knew it was in here? Did you befriend a whole monster while I was gone?”

“Hey, he’s not a monster,” Patton protested, moving Roman’s hand up to frown more effectively at him.

“That’s a yes,” Logan added, moving into living area to set the bags down. “Pardon, Anxiety.” The enderman obligingly shuffled out of the way.

Roman threw his hands up, overcome. “Hang on, absolutely not. Logan was one thing, but this, this cannot stand!”

Patton crossed his arms stubbornly, frown only growing more severe. “Anxiety hasn’t done anything wrong. We had this argument about Logan, too, and we both know how that turned out.”

“Come on, I said I was sorry about accusing him of malignant witchcraft!”

“At swordpoint.”

“At swordpoint!” Roman corrected exasperatedly. “I still apologized, right Logan?”

“Would you really like me to get involved in this debate?” Logan asked, raising a sharp eyebrow. Roman wilted. “I thought as much.”

The witch turned back to his task, expertly re-potting a few odd-looking plants. The enderman lurked behind him in a manner that was liable to give Roman a stress ulcer. Several stress ulcers, even.

Roman took a deep breath, pressing his hands to his face, and then pulled back slightly at the feeling of something sticky.

He was still holding the poppy ‘Anxiety’ had given him. Sap was weeping from the parts he’d clutched a little too tightly. He loosened his grip slightly.

The enderman hadn’t done anything even remotely harmful yet. Was he really going to make the same exact mistake he’d made with Logan?

His shoulders slumped, and carefully tucked the flower into his lapel before pulling out a chair and flopping into it dramatically.

“Fine. Fine! Tell me everything. I promise I’ll listen.”

#sanders sides #minecraft au #ts roman #ts virgil #ts patton #ts logan #enderman virgil #my writing #writing #in honor of enderman in smash :)

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ifyouseekmylliearchived · 3 years ago

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Darren Hayes “Secret Codes and Battle Ships” Starters

[ Taken By the Sea ]

❝ Love, lay me down. ❞ ❝ Slay me with whispers. ❞ ❝ Reassure me that it’s alright. ❞ ❝ I hit the deck, I hit rock bottom. ❞ ❝ You saw me, then you caught me. ❞ ❝ I looked up tat the sun and the fog cleared, I saw you. ❞ ❝ I want you and that’s so terrifying. ❞ ❝ On the surface I was perfect. ❞ ❝ Down, way down below I started believing I deserved it.❞ ❝ I want so much to believe that I won’t disappear in the water, that I won’t always be swimming against the tide. ❞

[ Don’t Give Up ]

❝ It’s six o’clock and I’m wide awake and dreaming. ❞ ❝ I made a promise I was never going to hurt you. ❞ ❝ Don’t give up on our love story ❞ ❝ It’s always dark before the morning. ❞ ❝ You be a brave heart, I’ll be a lion’s roar. ❞ ❝ In the silence I hear every word you’re thinking. ❞ ❝ I can’t believe it’s come to this, all our secret codes and battle ships. ❞ ❝ I wanna run away from this but I never leave a sinking ship. ❞ ❝ Without you there’s no point to our story.❞

[ Nearly Love ]

❝ You can always tell I’m lying. ❞ ❝ Well nobody is keeping score. ❞ ❝ I feel so cowardly. ❞ ❝ And now I love you only slightly less than I loved you. ❞ ❝ My heart is a lonesome ghost. ❞ ❝ I’d never feel you anyway. ❞

[ Black Out the Sun ]

❝ There’s no use imagining a world without you ❞ ❝ Your love was like I drug I was addicted to. ❞ ❝ There is nobody else who could hurt like you hurt me. ❞ ❝ I don’t want to be lonely. ❞ ❝ I feel so wrong. ❞ ❝ All that we shared will slowly disappear. ❞ ❝ There is an emptiness inside of me. ❞ ❝ Since you’ve been gone all the world lost it’s meaning. ❞

[ Talk Talk Talk ]

❝ I know you keep your silence, I know that secret better than you. ❞ ❝ Sometimes all the matters of the heart are the chaos and the cowardice that keep us apart. ❞ ❝ I know you want to shut down. ❞ ❝ I know you think we’re better alone ❞ ❝ Sometimes all the words are unsaid. ❞ ❝ Just breathe in and out. ❞ ❝ All I want to do is talk to you ❞ ❝ Sometimes, well, the miracle of love is meaningless and clumsy like the beating of a heart. ❞ ❝ You can hide away your feelings and burn your bridges in the dark. ❞ ❝ We’re worlds apart. ❞

[ Bloodstained Heart ]

❝ You’re in pieces. ❞ ❝ There’s no one left to lay you down. ❞ ❝ Though we might fall, we’ll go out punching. ❞ ❝ I will never be the same. ❞ ❝ I’ll follow you down to the ground. ❞ ❝ Even when you fall apart, I’ll pick up your bloodstained heart. ❞ ❝ Heaven still means something. ❞

[ God Walking Into the Room ]

❝ You and I, we got splintered ❞ ❝ My friends tell me I should look around for somebody new, but they don’t know you. ❞ ❝ They don’t understand the gravity I’ve fallen into. ❞ ❝ I still feel you. ❞ ❝ Every time we kiss it’s like God walking into the room. ❞ ❝ Forgive me, love. ❞ ❝ I can’t give you up. ❞ ❝ Can I make a confession? ❞ ❝ They don’t look into your eyes and tremble like I do. ❞ ❝ I’ve never felt this before. ❞ ❝ My faith in love will bring you back to me. ❞

[ Hurt ]

❝ Got a way of disappointing like you wouldn’t believe ❞ ❝ I can take a good intention and turn it on it’s head. ❞ ❝ I can make you pray to God and wish we’d never met. ❞ ❝ I can make you hurt. ❞ ❝ I can take you down so low I’ll make you want to cry. ❞ ❝ I can make you say ‘goodbye’. ❞ ❝ You’d be better off when I’m not around. ❞ ❝ I’m the kind of person who can barely be loved. ❞ ❝ I solve every equation with a push and a shove. ❞ ❝ If you get too close I’ll only push you away ❞ ❝ I was better lost before I was found. ❞ ❝ I’ve got a history of misery.❞

[ Roses ]

❝ What if I told you that your time was up? ❞ ❝ In twenty-three hours the sun is gonna set forever. ❞ ❝ How would you spend your last night on earth? ❞ ❝ You can’t smell the roses when you’re gone. ❞ ❝ This is not a rehearsal. ❞ ❝ You only get one life, so make it right. ❞ ❝ What if I told you that I had regrets? ❞ ❝ I would trade all my happiness for one last kiss. ❞ ❝ A second chance, it rarely comes around.❞

[ Stupid Mistake ]

❝ I don’t wanna love. ❞ ❝ I don’t want faith. ❞ ❝ I don’t want to start another war. ❞ ❝ Did I lose you? ❞ ❝ Don’t lovers always get what they want? ❞ ❝ I made a stupid mistake. ❞ ❝ I got lazy on the wrong side of love ❞ ❝ Now I’m searching every face , every crowd for you. ❞ ❝ I don’t understand what I’m leaving.❞ ❝ I don’t wanna pray ❞ ❝ I don’t want forgiveness from above when none of this was of my believing. ❞ ❝ Did I choose to fall down? ❞ ❝ I’ve been stripped of everything that ever made me converse. ❞

[ Cruel, Cruel World ]

❝ I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel without my tiny little pills. ❞ ❝ I’m wet behind the ears ❞ ❝ I found myself in such a cruel, cruel world. ❞ ❝ Nobody gets me like you. ❞ ❝ Everyone left me but you. ❞ ❝ You’re the only one who gets through. ❞ ❝ The only one I let through is you. ❞ ❝ You get me through this cruel, cruel world. ❞ ❝ I’ve been a battle for too long.❞ ❝ All my happiness is gone. ❞ ❝ All I wanna do is crawl back home to you. ❞

[ The Siren’s Call ]

❝ It was the sweetest melody. ❞ ❝ I can almost taste happiness. ❞ ❝ I can almost feel your embrace. ❞ ❝ It’s not beautiful or pure. ❞

#writing prompts #rp memes #rp prompts #My memes

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twisted-imagines · 5 years ago

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Hello! I know someone has done a similar request to this on another blog but I was curious on your interpretation: how do you think the Leech brothers and Azul would react to having a crush or a SO that REALLY likes seafood, maybe even a particular fondness to eel or octopus dishes? (My personal favorite is squid n salmon 🐙🐟) Feel free to do whatever format you think would work best for this request!

I personally don't eat seafood much so it may be inaccurate, but I had fun with this one~ Scenario part is about eating their animal counterpart🤭 My attempt at comedy. Why did it turn to horror with Floyd though?

Maybe someday I will stop to just randomly go MIA. Maybe.

Octavinelle and a s/o who loves seafood

Jade Leech 🐬

"I promised you the sight, here it is, [Y/n]."

You pant heavily, supporting yourself with hands on your knees, for a minute all you can think about is calming down your breath, but a burning pain in your throat severely hinders your attempts to. Somehow a guy who was born in the sea and never left it before a few years ago can climb higher and faster than you, and you've lived your whole life with your legs. You feel like your skull is squeezing down on you, putting an immense pressure on your brain.

"My my, someone really needs to exercise more. How about joining the Mountain Appreciation Club, [Y/n]? We could do mountaineering more often and build up your stamina?"

You are about to tell him that he'd better kill you now than make you suffer another climb, but once you lift up your head up words die in your throat. Jade sure kept his promise, the sight before you is majestic.

He told you there is a lake somewhere behind that hill and that flora and fauna there is diverse and rich, but what he didn't mention is just how beautiful it is. Untouched, lush greenery, flowers of all colors of rainbow scattered across all the glade that sway to the wind, strive to reach the sun. The horizon is just a straight green line, with mighty trees towering over a pristine blue lake in the middle of this small haven. You can't look at the water for too long, bright sun rays it reflects blind you immediately.

You notice that your head no longer hurts and you can freely breathe in the fresh air, clear of foul smells that people bring when they flock together. But here it's just you, Jade and wild inhabitants of this sanctuary.

"It's beautiful."

"I expected you to enjoy this place. I'm glad my prediction was right. Feel free to explore it, I've made sure that there're no creatures that might hurt you. Before the sun starts to set, enjoy yourself."

You leave your gear and backpack behind and stride forward, having half a mind to take off your shoes and feel for yourself spangled with dew, glistening under the sun bright green grass. You briefly turn to Jade who is still standing behind, seemingly not turned his gaze away from you. He sends a small smile your ways and nods his head encouragingly as if knowing what thought visited your head. You are positive you've never felt so close to nature and to Jade too.

You can't possibly notice, you're already way ahead, touching the water with your leg, retreating when you realize it's too cold for you, keep trying anyway, but the smile does not leave Jade's lips, it grows wider the more he observes you. He can't tell you yet, but the feelings he harbors for you make his heart sing, they are not like anything he's felt before. Oh, how he wishes he could go out with you like this, spend time together without any care in the world, see you smile and look only at him. But things like confessions and relationships need careful planning, he can't possibly let himself be sloppy when it comes to you. Jade is patient, he can wait until that time comes.

"[Y/n], there are lots of different plants and fungi, unique to this area. I go search for them, can I leave setting a camp to you?"

"No problem, go do what you need to do, Mushroom Boy.”

He can't even be mad at you, what a lucky human.

When a noise of someone's footsteps adds to the singing of birds, with cicadas whining and creaking of a bonfire near you mixed in, you know that's it's your companion who's finally returned. Although you stay focused on your task, heat from the fire makes it tempting to turn away,but you just raise your voice to greet him.

"Took you long enough, Jade! I've had time to set camp and to fish! Look, I caught all of these myself!"

Jade approaches you from behind, ready to apologize for his absence, but before he can the sight in his peripheral vision takes away his speech. The fish you have caught and skewered to put above the fire is certainly not what he expected to see. Not what he has ever wanted to see you do.

"[Y/n], I humbly request you to put this poor thing aside or go eat it somewhere a few meters away from me or I might not forgive you for slaying technically one of my kind."

You force yourself to stay in place before you can possibly turn and face himself. You're not ready to look death in the eyes. And the day was just starting to look great, how miserable.

• If his brother at least has a bigger pet peeve than cooked eels, Jade hates seeing eels being prepared as food the most. Like always, you can't tell from looking at his face, but he's furious on the inside. He can't police what you eat and it's not like few humans consume eels. Still, he doesn't want his s/o eating his animal equivalent, even though it can't possibly have the same self-awareness or intelligence that he possesses as a merman. If you insist and don't try to at least hide it from him, expect some petty Jade in the days following. You don't want to comply and listen to his wishes? Then neither does he, he will find a way to annoy you while staying as classy as ever.

• But when it does not concern eels or their distant relatives Jade is all about you exploring sea cuisine, he himself will never miss a chance to partake in some seafood as well. He smirks when he learns that you also share a common love for octopuses. You understand, right? Not only they are tasty-looking while alive, but cooked and seasoned they're just the best. Cue a distressed Azul hiding from both of you in his VIP room.

• When Monstro Lounge was still new Azul really needed someone both skilled and trusted on the kitchen, Jade became both. He will gladly cook something for you and his cooking is amazing. His dishes and how they taste is everything you've ever wanted from your dinner. Can he also cook for you in the morning and in the evening? Jade says that he should have a very important reason to stay with you for the whole day and to live with you... If your fixation with seafood, sea creatures, and the way he prepares them makes you think about becoming more serious about your relationships, particularly starting them or bringing them to a new stage if you two are not quite there yet, Jade won't mind. He always reminds you he's there for you whenever you may need him.

• If Monstro Lounge menu is to undergo a change you're one of the first to taste any new seasonal dish, made by either of brothers, however, Jade usually prefers to take care of you himself, no matter if you're at the cafe as his friend, quote-unquote crush, of just as a customer. If he has to appeal to your taste buds first for you to consider him a suitable mate Jade will try his best for sure.

Floyd Leech🦈

"Thank you, Rook, I really appreciate it!"

"Don't mention it, Trickster! My humble persona is always ready to help you and hunting just happens to be my specialty. Until later!"

Capricious male from Pomefiore runs away faster than you can question whether fishing and hunting are the same, but at least he helped you out. Your boyfriend doesn't get along with him at all, but to your thought Rook is not a bad man. Or maybe you just have a thing for flamboyant people.

You reminisce about how you recently commented on the college's cafeteria lack of fish dishes you loved so much, only for the male to overhear it and offer you a whole basket of different sea dwellers today. You aren't sure if some of them can be even found in locations of NRC or near it, not to mention actually having it be caught and delivered to you. And for a small price of "remembering his good deed". Shady deals are pretty much a part of your life at this point, but you are sure this particular one won't sit right with Floyd. Well, not like he should know about it anyway.

You get to the task at hand, it is preparing all the goodies that you got. Clams and oysters, crabs and lobsters, mackerel, salmon, squids, and several other creatures, some that you don't recognize at all. You know you will be having a blast both preparing all of this and then eating! Your evening promises to be amazing.

"Oh, it smells so good! [Y/n], is there any tuna? Say there is!"

"I believe I see some! We're having a feast today, Grim!"

With an excited mewl following you to the kitchen you place the basket on the countertop with a small thud. It's cold to touch and permits no smell that fish usually gives off. You're as unfamiliar with magic as one can get in this world and Rook knows about it just as well as the next Heartslabyul student. Pretty considerate of him to cast some cooling spell on it. But you will be doing everything with your own hands from this point, just like you always do. Apron in place, sleeves of your shirt rolled up. When fleeting Ramshackle dorm somebody left the knives too, you take the one that you sharpened prior. Time to get started!

"[Y/n]! It's the best! My lovely, tasty tuna! Let's dig in!"

Salmon's pale orange meat easily pierced by a fork, an alluring aroma of spices surrounds you, you place it in your mouth and it basically melts there, leaving a unique aftertaste. You've missed it. You are no chef, but your skills are enough to cook the dishes you've eaten countless times already. It's due to thank Rook for the amazing evening. Nothing can make it better at this point.

"Shrimpy, I'm home! Did you miss me? I missed you~ What a tasty smell-"

Faster than you can take another bite, Floyd bursts into the dorm, making a beeline straight to the kitchen, lead by the scent of your cooking. You've forgotten, haven't you? Elated about the perspective of finally partaking into your favorite dishes once again after the long while, you forgot about inviting your boyfriend altogether. Caught red-handed; or more like open-mouthed. Floyd stops right before the dining table, watches intently first your dinner, then you. You slowly put the food back on the plate, your nervous chuckle fills the awkward pause, before your unexpected guest stars to talk again.

"Whatcha doing here Shrimpy? Eating? Why not come to Monstro Lounge? Why not welcome me?"

Hit with the string of questions, put under the pressure by the deadpan gaze he is giving you while still upholding that carefree smile of his, you hurry to the cupboard to bring Floyd a plate. The male has already leisurely taken his place behind the table. Back turned to him, you don't feel like you can be rescued from this situation, or at least pardoned from giving him some sort of answer. You know pretty well how badly Floyd handles separation and boredom, since entering these relationships you've become his first and most welcome relief from both of those feelings. Being excluded from your life is rather upsetting for him.

By the time you sit back the grey cat, your only other companion in the dorm is nowhere to be seen.

"I was just about to call you. It's been a long time I have eaten any of these, got a little carried away. Sadly, Monstro Lounge has little of things I like, and I already tasted everything I could."

Listening to your rambling with a placid smile, Floyd hasn't said a thing, only hummed twice, commenting on how he is usually the one preparing you all the dishes at the cafe and now it is his turn to taste your cooking. You hope that the sigh you let out is not visible, the stress instilled by the awkwardness of the situation you got into is slowly draining from your body, making your movements lighter, calmer. A hard contrast to Floyd, who seemingly didn't move one inch in his seat, continuing to observe you.

"And where did you even get all of these tasty creatures from, Shrimpy?"

You hurriedly bring some piece of meat from the variety of dishes you prepared to your mouth to and bite into it, your words muffled and hurried. You did nothing wrong so why does it feel like an interrogation?

"O-oh, my friends gave me this basket, I'm very grateful to them-"

You don't manage to finish your sentence.

"Ah, Shrimpy~ Lying to me, not welcoming me to dinner and now eating one of my kind...

You really want to get at me for something, don't you?"

• Perceives you eating eel dishes as a personal attack, Floyd will make you stop at any cost if he sees you eating one. He's peeved at the sight and starts to think back to things he could have done to you that made you angry with him, or reasons for you to trying to start a fight, you're basically eating him! He doesn't fear a Shrimp like you, but the sight is unnerving him.

• But Floyd does share your fondness for seafood, it's the only food he has eaten for most of his life after all! Monstro Lounge has a wide variety of fish dishes and he will gladly prepare anything to you as long as it's in their stock. And he's a pretty great cook too! And utterly the worst to eat with, he'll annoy you so by taking away your utensils and feeding you himself until you'll eventually either lose a nerve or burst from embarrassment. While Floyd generally loves eating what you prepare, he especially looks forward to you cooking sea creatures, not only for the taste but also to see how a land dweller usually eats them, what kind of recipes you have.

• Will cook some squid or octopus at Monstro Lounge, just before the closing, a time during Azul always goes out of the VIP room to supervise the cafe, and then share it with you, praising the taste and smell all the while, looking at his friend straight into the eyes, searching for a reaction. Encourages you to do so too. It will not end without furious Azul chastising laughing Floyd, and depending on if you like to join your boyfriend in his pranks, then you too.

• If you did something to upset him, but not enough for him to argue with you, expect to see Floyd order a handful of shrimps and eat them in a simultaneously gross and intimidating way. Does he want to threaten you? You don't know if you should be scared that he's eating "you", angry that he wastes food instead of talking with you or amused by his childishness.

• If you happen to be somewhere near the lake or sea, where there are sure lots of fish, Floyd will hunt some for you. Two birds with one stone: he gets to see you happy and hear you thank and praise him, and he can spend some time in the water, trading human legs for his dear tail and fins. Fishermen hate him, he catches what he needs, but all other fish swims away, scared.

Azul Ashengrotto🐙

"It sure is busy during this time of the year."

You have to grab your boyfriend's hand tighter, afraid to lose him in the raucous crowd that is so hell-bent on pushing you from side to side. Merchants touting passers-by to look at their stands, food stalls and crowds that get drawn to them, why would you want to get a picture with this monkey, no, children happy to ditch their parents and go run amok and you don't want to get started on the unbearable heat, today is unusually hot. Most of your vacation with Azul has been calm and relaxed, you greatly enjoyed yourself, resting under the shadows, once or twice nearly lulled into sleep by the tranquil sound of waves hitting the shore. The most action you got was when you showed off your new swimwear to Azul and when you had to catch the sandal that almost got taken by the sea, so this commotion is tiring you exceedingly fast. The only upside is that Azul is still by your side, his company definitely the best part of this small getaway you have.

"It is, yes... But it is to be expected, especially from the main street. Wavecrest Neptunalia is one of the few holidays that merfolk and humans share and come together to celebrate, each on their own land. It's a festival dedicated to praising the sea so there bound to be a lot of "sea gifts" for you to eat too."

He goes on a little rant about the origin, customs, traditions, and so on. You only know just how stunning he looks. You get little chance in the college to see him wear less fabric or express himself so freely, you don't even have that much time to be with him at all, damned be responsibilities of dorm leaders, extra curriculum and other crap. Doesn't Azul not handle hot weather well himself? He's a bit red in the face, and a few loose silver strands have stuck to his forehead, but otherwise, he seems very upbeat. You like that look on him.

When he expectantly turns in your direction you do not show you've been preoccupied with looking at him, rather than listening, although some parts did get through to you.

"You sure did your homework, Azul."

"I always do my homework- Ah... Yes, it's our first trip and you would have no way knowing about it, I wanted to give you the insight."

Isn't he the most adorable and loving man in the whole Twisted Wonderland? To you he is. He may have his own hang-ups, but you love him whole, you can't not to. You smile warmly at him and squeeze his hand, he may overheat if you try to do more while in public, you can deduce as much from the way his face reddens profusely at such small gestures.

"I appreciate it, thank you."

To turn back your head to the street, just in time to notice the sign of some rather intriguing looking restaurant. Perfect, you get to hide from both people and less than nice weather and also eat!

"Well then, you mentioned "sea gifts" - I want to try them, let's find someplace to eat! This one looks interesting."

The interior is styled with a lot of sea motives, the main attraction, a huge barracuda skeleton, hanging from the ceiling. You notice Azul looking around, in the end being pretty unimpressed, humans design and decoration abilities did not meet his expectations. Despite that both you and he find yourself shocked by the diversity the menu is offering. You make a mental note to make sure you walk out of this place on your two, and not rolled out by Azul in a form of a happy, big ball.

"Dear, you know what to order, I must excuse myself. Don't get bored."

He sends you a smirk, before disappearing into the general direction of the restroom. But look at this menu, they even have a separate page for every creature, crazy...

By the time Azul returned you have already made an order, waiting time passes unnoticed, you're too engrossed into your chat, discussing with Azul nothing in particular, you believe you could enjoy being silent with him. You don't mind it when your boyfriend goes quiet when your first dish is served to you.

"Octopus carpaccio, huh, [Y/n]."

You look shocked, like a guilty puppy. Only a sigh follows suit from him. He did forget octopus was nearly the first in the list of your most favorite seafood. You sure do love his kind, no matter the form they come in, he's the prime example. Azul catches himself on the thought that all people dear to him are either octopuses or love to eat them, no in-between. He wonders whether there's some kind of odd curse cast upon him. His businessman smile takes place on his face.

"How about a deal? You won't notice me eating this fried chicken later and I'll pretend this one never happened too?"

• Azul is unfortunately used to be the butt of jokes about eating his animal form, all credits to Leech twins, he's also well aware of how popular octopus dishes are in general among people, mer or not. He's rather chill with you liking to eat something made of his animal counterpart, but no matter how distanced he feels from his merman form he gets nervous at the sight of you eating those dishes, of anyone really eating them before him, and he gets more agitated if you taunt him with it. His hands are full with two eels, he doesn't need you teasing him too, no matter how lighthearted it is.

• Is it deep-fried? Yes? Then Azul loves it. No? He won't see the allure, even if you try to convince him otherwise. He eats his vegetables, but not without a feeling of disgust, he would rather have something less "grass-like", so he understands when you express how much you love seafood, and he's happy as long as it's healthy for you. For that reason he will either feed you at Monstro Lounge or in a really trustworthy place, goes in hand with his little quirk of going out with you to different restaurants and cafes.

• Please, don't tell him that his merman form looks tasty, he will get scared, it's not a joke. If he finds a pot to hide inside first you'll have to persuade him to leave it and then make it up by paying him countless compliments, apologizing is a must too. No, you can't take a bite! Maybe from his human body, but not this one. You don't like human flesh? Oh, mighty sea, help him.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst azul #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd #jade leech x reader #twst jade #octavinelle #mel writes #the holliday is an easter egg i wonder if someone gets it

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animensfw-smut · 4 years ago

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Future! Obanai x Future! Reader Fluff

This one is a fluffy oneshot requested by @Mins000

I have 15 requests left altogether and i update once a week, so I’ll be pretty slow updating the requests ^^’’

GIF doesn’t belong to me~~~

Oh, i also changed the plot slightly to how i interpreted it (^_^)

I’m not going to replace the reader with Mitsuri for this so i hope you don’t mind. The reader will be an ice pillar once she arrives in the past.

WARNINGS: Hot make out session with some sexual writing???

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*(y/n)’s pov*

“Mm...” It all felt... Cold. Deathly silent. One thing i didn’t understand was why the surface beneath me was not as soft as the surface i had slept on the night before.

Groaning, i placed my arm over my eyes, the sunlight blinding me when i tried to open my eyes. Huh? What was this?

Jolting up, I looked at the sleeve that had covered my face. Why am i wearing a haori?! I certainly did not go to sleep with this! My eyes caught sight of the trees around me. Wait, trees? Where am i?

Snow covered the ground below me as i tried to figure out where in all hells i was. I observed what i was wearing. What seemed to be a black coloured uniform fitted my figure, a/an (f/c) haori covered with light blue snowflake designs placed over the uniform, and a katana fixed at my side. The scabbard was decorated with the same designs as my haori but the colours were switched. Careful to not harm myself with the sharp weapon, I pulled the katana out of its sheath and admired as it glittered in the light. I jumped slightly when the colour changed to an amazingly bright blue. My fingers ran over the kanji carved into the katana:

氷の死

Death of Ice

(Or what i think it translates to? I used google translate ^^’’)

I was confused. Why am i here? Where am i? What happened to me?

Voices reached my ears followed by the crunching of the snow.

“Oi you bastard! Listen to me! You’re not everything you think you are!”

“Shut up, you’re too loud Sanemi.” came a muffled voice. It seemed like the voice was covered by something.

I got up quickly, afraid that those people may be dangerous. Taking a deep breath, i ran from the place with no destination in mind. Soon after, the sound of pounding footsteps followed after me. I started panicking. Why are they following me...?!

“Hey you! Stop running!” A sigh was heard right after,

“Do you seriously think she’ll stop running just because you said so?”

I didn’t look where i was going and ended up tripping. I groaned, sitting up, the wound in my arm gushing out blood.

“Ouch...” Three tall shadows loomed over me and i froze before slowly looking up.

“Er... Hi...?” The dude with the scars on his face started speaking,

“Who are you? And why are you in these forests?”

“I don’t know. I just woke up her-” He grabbed my top, bringing me close to his face. However, before he could say anything he was stopped by a hand at his arm,

“Sanemi, stop.” The male’s voice was soothing and calmed me. There was another male who was silent, his eyes piercing into my soul causing a shiver to escape me.

“More like who are YOU guys? I don’t even know where i am!” I huffed.The silent dude eyed me before his eyes stopped at my katana and uniform,

“You’re a demon slayer?”

“What’s that?” He walked towards me, dragging my katana out of its sheath. His fingers traced over the kanji near the bottom,

“Ice pillar. Why do you have this sword?”

“I told you. I just woke up here, and why are we dressed like this?”

“Dressed like what?” Inquired the masked man. Sigh... His eyes look so pretty...

I gestured to myself,

“Like this.”

“I’m afraid i do not get what you are saying.” The next thing i know, i had blacked out due to a certain short-tempered boy knocking me out.

*Third pov*

Obanai ended up having to carry (y/n) on his back,

“Why am i carrying her when you knocked her out?”

“Because.”

He grunted in displeasure as he trekked up the mountain path towards the Demon Slayer Corps.

(y/n) was placed on a bed as the other three went to find Ubuyashiki. There, they discussed about the other pillar they had found.

“Ah, so you finally found her. She had lost her memories after a fight with upper moon one and was unconscious for a long time. But she suddenly disappeared one day and we haven’t found her since then. It’s good that you three found her. However, i will need somebody to look after her for some time before she starts to regain her memories.”

All the boys looked at each other before Sanemi and Giyuu stepped backwards. Obanai rolled his eyes,

“How come you two agree over the worst things?”

“Don’t worry you can do this job better than we can.” Spoke Sanemi as he slapped his friend on the back. Obanai grunted before bowing,

“I accept the mission.”

(y/n) had slowly started to awaken again and she groaned,

“Why am i somewhere else again?”

“You’re at the Demon Slayer Corps and I’m the one assigned to look after you.”

*(y/n)’s pov*

I turned my head to look towards the source of the voice. My heart skipped a beat at the intense stare he gave me. Gulping, i stammered,

“W-Well, nice to meet you. I-I’m (l/n) (y/n).”

“Iguro Obanai. Are you ready to go?” My brows furrowed,

“Go where?”

“My estate. If I’m looking after you, we’re not going to be staying here.”

“O-Oh, yeah. I-I’m ready to go now.” I sat up from the bed, following behind him as we walked to his estate.

Upon arriving, we realised that he only had one room which meant we had to sleep in the same room. He had a spare futon laid out for me and he flopped onto his own bed,

“If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask me.”

“Thank you.”

“Mm.” With that, he turned his back to me as he slept, snoring softly. A sigh escaped me as i continued to stare holes into the ceiling. What was going on? I still had a lot of questions that needed answering, but right now i needed sleep.

Birds chirping awakened me, there was no sound of the noisy traffic outside of my apartment. Giving out a whine at the shadow looming over me and blocking the sunlight, i slowly opened my sleepy eyes,

“Hm?”

“Hey, you gonna wake up yet? I need to train and you do too.” Who was that? My eyes finally adjusted and everything hits me all at once. Oh, i was still stuck here.

“Wait, train? For what?” Iguro closed his eyes before giving out a sigh,

“You’re a demon slayer, a person who kills demons... You know what, forget it. Seems like I’m going to have to teach you all about demons from scratch... Even though you’re supposedly a higher rank than i am...” His hand covered his face as he breathed in and muttered,

“I have a lot of work to do...”

Over the course of the next few days, I had gotten closer to Obanai to the point where i was able to call him by his first name. He taught me about demon slaying and the techniques and breathing. Strangely enough, when it came to the fighting and the breaths, my body automatically moves by itself.

Right now, me and Obanai were sparring with each other. His fist came in contact with my stomach causing my eyes to widen at the pain. Before he could back away, i grabbed his wrist and flipped him over me, his back landing on the ground with a thud. A groan escaped him and i straddled him to pin him down. i grinned,

“I win.” He said nothing, continuing to stare at my features. It was a calming silence between us as i started to admire his facial features. His heterochromia eyes were attractive and pulled me closer towards him.

Feeling brave, i placed my lips over his through the mask before getting off of him quickly and running. I yelped when my wrist was pulled backwards and my waist was grabbed by his hand. Obanai pulled me to his chest, his lips ghosting over my ear,

“If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.” My chin was lifted up, his lips pressing against mine in a desperate kiss. He pulled my hips towards his, making sure there was no space between us. Lust fogged over my thoughts as his tongue pushed into my mouth. His tongue pressed against mine, exploring the wet cavern and leaving no place untouched. Feeling weak, my hands gripped his sleeves tightly as my knees started to buckle, and Obanai’s arms supported me, pressing into my waist to force me deeper into the kiss and plunging his tongue down my throat. Small whimpers escaped me as his hands grabbed my ass, kneading the flesh there as the saliva dripped down my chin when our tongues tangled together, tugging and pulling. His hips began to rock against mine, a noticeable bulge forming and creating a delicious friction against my clothed and dripping core.

Ignoring the need for oxygen, we continued to kiss and grind against each other. It wasn’t until black spots appeared in my vision did we stop. Gasping for air, i laid my head against his chest, closing my eyes and enjoying the embrace.

“(y/n)...” He muttered, stroking my hair.

“Hm?”

“Be with me.” Ah, a smile graced my features as i nodded,

“I will.”

The next day we were lounging about on the engawa, enjoying the sun. Obanai’s head lay in my lap, my nimble fingers playing with his hair. I pecked his forehead,

“What’s that for?”

“Nothing, just wanted to show some affection~” A small, barely visible, smile tugged on his lips as he reached his hand to the back of my head, pressing me towards him for a kiss.

“What’s that for?” I mocked him. A smirk appeared,

“Nothing, just wanted to show some affection~” We both laughed, but we were interrupted by the loud crow that had stopped by,

“A mission for you, a mission for you! Upper moon two spotted! Upper moon two spotted!” The crow told us the location and we got ready to leave.

“Isn’t the upper moon two really powerful?” I asked as we continued to walk to the destination. Obanai nodded as he turned to face me,

“Mm.” He held both my hands, stopping me in my track.

“Yeah?” Our foreheads touched as he closed his eyes,

“I love you.” Heat rushed to my face as i gasped. Looking away nervously to the side, i responded,

“I love you too, Obanai.” He pressed his lips against mine as if to seal our words with a kiss.

“Alright, let’s go.” He didn’t let go of my hand, holding onto me tightly as if i will go away. I held back just as tight, finding comfort in the tight grasp.

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“Agh...!” I gripped onto my bleeding side, trying to stop the blood from flowing.

“Haaahhhh! What a miraculous sight!!!!” cried a psychotic voice. I bit my lip, looking over at Obanai. He wasn’t doing any better than i was. We didn’t expect the upper moon two to have another upper moon with him.

“You all die today!” I was too exhausted that i was slow to react to the blade about to pierce me. I closed my eyes, the pain spreading throughout my whole body, but the cut didn’t go through all of me. A warm body covered mine... No... My eyes snapped open, Obanai looked at me with a look of sorrow, his arms encircling me,

“Ah, sorry... I knew i shouldn’t have brought you into this mission... Because of me you’re going to die...”

Using the last ounce of energy i had, i placed my hand against his cheek,

“No. I’d rather die than live with the pain of not being able to be with you... I love you, Obanai.” Blood seeped out of our mouths, the blade getting pulled out of us and we collapsed onto the snow.

Obanai rolled over to my side, his fingers still interlocked with mine, not willing to let go. Voices could be heard in the distance and the demons decided to retreat before they get into more trouble.

“(y/n)... I love you too. I want to be with you. In the next life and the rest, if only fate could allow it.” My eyes watered as our body slowly grew cold, and we fell into a never ending sleep.

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Beep... Beep... Beep...

I stirred slightly, my hand reaching over to press the snooze button. I covered my eyes with my arm, not wanting to get up. What dream did i just have? i don’t remember but it felt like a long one.

Lazily getting out of bed, i went through my daily routine, getting ready to start the day. A ring on the doorbell caught my attention and i hopped towards the door to get it opened.

Upon opening the door, i came face to face with a very familiar face, but i can’t place where i had seen it before.

“Here’s your delivery.” I received the parcel with a smile,

“Thank you very much... Also... Do i know you from somewhere?” Said male jumped slightly, a small genuine smile gracing his features,

“Do you?”

#obanai iguro #iguro obanai #obanai x reader #iguro x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #anime #kny #kny x reader #snake pillar #snake pillar x reader

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ipuckwithhockey · 4 years ago

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I’d Rather Rescue Myself - Travis Konecny

a/n: Did I write this based on the Cheetah Girls hit, Cinderella? bc I did. no I didn’t. I don’t think this will surprise anyone but this is kind of angsty and dramatic, but I think it’s cute in the end. Let me know what you think :)

Warnings: Single mom, cursing, drinking, angst, a little bit of anxiety, I think that’s it

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When I was just a little girl, my momma used to tuck me into bed

She read me a story

It always was about a Princess in distress and how a guy would save her

End up with the glory

Your mom was a hopeless romantic. She fell hard and fast for the men that came in and out of her life. She wasn’t running around being reckless or anything, she just loved being in love. She loved the honeymoon phase and she loved the idea of finding her prince charming.

Your dad left when you were just a baby, but your mom didn’t harbor on the loss. That was another thing about your mom— she was an undying optimist. She said that her relationship with your father wasn’t meant to be, and that her real prince charming was somewhere out there waiting to find her.

You actually believed all the elaborate bedtime stories she told you for a while. You thought you too would find your prince charming who would sweep you off your feet and rescue you from the harsh realities of your average Philadelphia life.

Your mom did eventually find Steve, a real-estate broker, that made her very happy. You liked Steve. He was nice and had a good job, and really did care for your mom. They’ve been married almost two years now, and you’ve never seen your mom happier. Maybe she was right, her prince charming was waiting out there for her, except he wasn’t in a castle or riding a horse into the sunset, he was just trying to decide which slice and bake cookies he should get for his open house. That’s how they met. In the freezer section of the grocery. Your mom helped him decide on one pack of sugar and one pack of chocolate chip, they exchanged numbers, and the rest is history.

Then one day I realized the fairy tale life wasn't for me

I don't wanna be like Cinderella

Sittin' in a dark old dusty cellar

Waiting for somebody, to come and set me free

You really tried to be optimistic. You would put yourself out there, go on dates, and even had a couple serious relationships throughout college. There was just one problem— they never worked out. You were always left heartbroken. So your senior year of college you decided that you had had enough.

You were done feeling sorry for yourself. You were smart and driven and didn’t need a man to rescue you. You had a great internship that would hopefully turn into a job after graduation and you were the top of your class. You weren’t going to let another boy come in and distract you from your goals. So you swore off boys. It’s not that you didn’t want to find someone eventually, you just didn’t have the time or energy to bother with them now. This was time to focus on you.

That year you met Travis Konecny and his band of brothers from the Philadelphia Flyers. Your roommate, Katie, had hooked up with Joel Farabee a couple of times but they ultimately decided they were better off as just fiends. You and Travis became quick friends. You had a similar sense of humor and even though he was the worlds biggest, dumbest redneck, you had a soft spot for the kid. He was busy with hockey and didn’t have time for a relationship, and so he understood why you didn’t want one either.

Soon started the movie nights and casual hang outs. You even started to teach him how to cook. You would admit that he was very handsome (when he showered and properly groomed himself), but you were just friends. It was never anything else. Neither of you wanted it to be anything else.

You both had had other hookups and occasionally a date, and you would laugh together over how bad they were afterward, saying “see, this is why i don’t need a relationship.”

That was almost two years ago. You did end up graduating at the top of your class, and the internship did turn into an amazing job. You worked hard and were hopefully in line for a big promotion at the end of the month.

You lived on your own now, but Katie just lived a block away. Shortly after her and Joel decided to remain friends she met Chris. He was a great guy and they recently moved in together. You were really happy for Katie and all of your friends who had found great guys to settle down with. You were only 23 but it seemed like most of your friends had found their match, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t bother you.

It’s not that you wanted to get hitched and have a baby right this second, you were still very young, but the thought of having a caring boyfriend to come home to was something you just couldn’t get out of your head lately.

Someday, I'm gonna find someone who wants my soul, heart and mind

Who's not afraid to show that he loves me

Somebody who will understand I'm happy just the way I am

Don't need nobody taking care of me

Now you found yourself on Travis’ couch ranting about how all of your college friends were taking their boyfriends to Katie’s birthday party this weekend. Again, you were happy for them, you really were! But you didn’t want to be the only single one there. It was one thing to get a sad look from your mom when she asked you if you were seeing anyone, it was another thing to get sad looks from about a dozen of your friends. You knew they just wanted you to find someone who made you happy, but you hadn’t yet, and there wasn’t anything that could change that.

“I just wish I could find someone who wants me for me, you know? Someone who gets that my career is just as important as his, and who understands that when I say I don’t want anything to eat I actually do, I’m just too hard headed to admit it!” You were ranting on about the perfect guy, and all Travis could think was that he was that guy.

He would show up at your door out of the blue because he knew the “work’s been busy, just gonna go home and get some stuff done” reply to his hang out invitation actually meant “I’ve never been as stressed as I am right now, and haven’t eaten in 12 hours, and I could really use a hug.” He was always there for you, and you were always there for him. People didn’t always understand your relationship, and last year when Travis started dating a girl, she became so jealous of your friendship. Eventually, Travis ended it when she asked him to choose between her or you. There really wasn’t any contest. He would choose you every time. That was when he realized he had some serious feelings for you. Travis wasn’t good with feelings, and as much as he wanted to tell you he loved you, he didn’t want to mess with your friendship. It was too important to him, and up until recently you had been pretty dedicated to your no relationship lifestyle.

So instead of telling you how much he loved you and how he was the guy who valued your career and goals just as much as his own, he just offered to go with you to the party in question, “Well I’ll go with you. I like your friends, and then I’ll also get the sad looks because I too am single and lonely, so you won’t be alone.”

You laugh, Travis was right, you would probably have a good time if was there. You always have a good time when he’s around, and your friends like him too. They know you’re just friends but they never hesitate to give you a hard time about how you’ll end up together one day. You know he’s not into you like that, but that doesn’t stop you from wondering what it would be like to one day call him yours.

“Hello???? Is anyone home?” He’s waving his hands in front of you after you zoned out thinking about how great it would be to come home to him after a long day at work,

“Oh yeah, sorry, that would actually be great. You don’t have to, I know I’ve been annoying lately with all the work talk and complaining about relationshi-“

“Don’t worry about it. The party will be fun, we haven’t been out together in forever. And I know you’re stressed, even though you shouldn’t be. There’s no way you’re not getting that promotion. That doucheface, Jack is barely smart enough to do his current job, there’s no way they would give him the promotion over you.”

“His name is Jake, but yes he is a doucheface and even though I may be more qualified, he has been at the company longer than me so there’s a good chance he’ll get it just based on that.”

“You worry too much. You’re gonna get it, and we’re all gonna celebrate when you do.”

I can slay, my own dragon

I can dream, my own dreams

My knight in shining armor is me

So now it was Friday night, and you found yourself next to Travis in a crowded bar that Katie had picked for her birthday celebration. You had had the longest week known to man, and all you really wanted to do was sleep. But alas, you were here and trying to have a good time.

Travis had been great the whole night, socializing with your friends, make his stupid jokes, and getting you drinks. You really did appreciate him coming, but something just felt off. He has always been a touchy guy but it seemed like he had his arm around you more than usual tonight, and when he talked to your friends he would say “we” when referring to the two of you. It felt too domestic, and if felt too claustrophobic.

Even his praises when the group asked about your work annoyed you. You didn’t know if you were just on edge from work or if Travis’ overstepping was really getting to you.

You needed a minute to yourself so excused yourself to get another drink.

“Sit down, I got it,” Travis stands to get you another drink, and that’s when you start to lose it. In the back of your mind you know he’s just being nice, but you’re already seeing red and nothing can stop you now.

“I am perfectly capable of getting my own drink, and I really don’t need a man to babysit me all night, so you can sit down, and I’ll get it for myself.”

You turn and head for the door of the bar, not caring that your friends, and Travis, are all staring at you completely taken aback by what just came flying out of your mouth. You make it outside, needing a minute in the cold winter air, before Travis catches up to you.

“What the hell is going on? Did I do something?”

“Travis. I really appreciate you trying to ‘take care of me’ of whatever it is you’re trying to do, but I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it a long time, there’s no reason why I can’t continue to do so.”

You’re being mean now. You know it, but it’s not stopping you. You can’t help but push him away because it feels easier to just deny the feelings you know you have. The hurt in Travis’ eyes almost makes you take it all back, but you know that if you push him enough he’ll be just as stubborn and mad as you, and then you can fight it out instead of actually talking about what’s going on. So you continue, knowing that what you’re going to say will just piss him off,

“You’re not my boyfriend, and I didn’t ask you to act like it. If you want a girl to parade around in front of people, go find someone else, because I’m not your girl. You just need to back off, ok?”

“I’m not trying to control you, or ‘parade you around’ I have no clue why you think I’d even want that,” He puts up big air quotes when he throws your words back at you,

“I just know how stressed you are and how you don’t ever see your friends because your whole life is your fucking job. I just wanted to make this night fun and relaxing for you. And I’m sorry if I’m proud of you for being so successful, but did it ever occur to you that maybe I am the guy? The guy who wants you for you. The guy who respects your career just as much as his own. The guy who knows that even though you’re standing here pissed as hell, it’s only because you know you have feelings for me too?”

He’s practically yelling and a couple people have definitely taken notice. And maybe he’s right, but your hard head and stubbornness would never let you admit it, so you just decide to walk away.

You leave him standing there outside of a bar that still holds all of your closest friends, and you know that you may have just thrown away your prince charming, but you can’t go back. It would be too much, so you walk home and cry yourself to sleep that night.

I will be there for him just as strong as he, will be there for me

When I give myself then it has got to be, an equal thing

I don't wanna be like Cinderella

Sittin' in a dark old dusty cellar

Waiting for somebody, to come and set me free

You got the promotion. You got it and the only person you wanted to tell was Travis. It’s been weeks since that night you left him outside the bar. He texted and called a few times, eventually he stopped. You thought he might show up at your place but he never did. You tried to be mad at him. You tried to blame him for your friendship falling apart. You also knew that he was right. About everything.

You thought back to all the times you had been there for each other. You thought back to all of the long talks on the phone while he was away for the summers, every time he hyped you up before a big presentation at work, and all the times you waited at his door after what you knew had been a tough game.

You always had each others backs. You didn’t have to ask for it, you just knew that when you fell, the other one would be there to pick you up. You didn’t have to guess. You always knew what he was feeling and you knew how to fix it. He was the same way with you. And yet, you still couldn’t bring yourself to just pick up the phone and call. Maybe it was because you knew he would be on the other end waiting to take you back in the blink of an eye. You knew he’d forgive you for everything and you knew he would love you forever, but you were still scared to admit that maybe you did need him. You felt like it would be an admission of failure that you couldn’t do this on your own.

You didn’t need him to take care of you or to slay a dragon to save you, you just needed HIM. You needed his companionship, his love, and his affection, all of the things that he was so willing to give you, but that you still couldn’t accept.

I don't wanna be like Snow White

waiting for a handsome prince

to come and save me on a horse of white

Unless we're riding side by side

It’s been over a month now, and you haven’t so much as spoken a word to Travis. You had filled Katie in the day after her party, apologizing for leaving without saying goodbye. She tried to comfort you, but you didn’t want to talk about it. You were going to be fine without him. He was just a friend after all. But now Katie was getting fed up. She was tired of watching you mope around town acting like everything was fine, when she knew damn well that you were just too stubborn to admit that you loved Travis too.

“Ok. You seriously need to suck it up buttercup.” Katie came full force through the threshold of your apartment with two bottles of wine and a bag of take out. You were all for a girls night, but you were right when you had concerns of it turning into a “lets talk about your feelings night.”

“You’re losing it. Like I love you, but as your friend I can no longer support this moping around.”

“I have told you over and over again, that I am fine. I got my promotion and I’m doing great at work!” You try to convince her that you’re doing ok, and that you don’t read every shitty article written about the flyers as an attempt to satisfy your Travis craves.

“If you’re oh so fine, then why do you still watch every flyers game? Why are you drinking his favorite wine all the time? And why the fuck are you wearing his clothes???”

You didn’t even remember that you had put on an old hoodie of his this morning until just now. He used to let you borrow the old 67’s hoodie when you were at his place, eventually you just took it home with you, and it’s been your favorite ever since. You wore it now more than ever, but would never admit it was because you missed him.

“It’s just comfortable ok?” But you knew she wasn’t buying it, you knew you were going to have to talk about it at some point.

“...I just feel like if I admit that I need him, it would be like admitting that I can’t take care of myself, that I can’t do this on my own.”

“Babe, it’s not about needing someone to take care of you, it’s just about loving someone and letting them love you back. Travis of all people knows that you are perfectly capable of fending for yourself. I think that’s probably something he loves about you. He knows you. And I know for a fact that he’s waiting for you.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because he calls me…”

“Wh-what?” Why would Travis bother to call Katie?

“Because he’s worried about you, but he knows that if he suffocates you, you’ll just keep pushing him away. He’s called me regularly for a few weeks now. He just wants to know how you are... But he didn’t want me to tell you because he didn’t want you to feel like he was going behind your back. He loves you. And he’s just waiting for you to come back to him. He’s an idiot, but somehow he’s managed to figure you out.”

He loves you. Travis loves you.

You love him.

You love each other.

He never wanted to take anything from you.

He just wanted your love.

He wanted to give you his love.

It’s like you’re discovering words for the first time, and you know you that you can’t just let this go. You know that you don’t want to keep living your life if you’re not sharing it with him, side by side.

You look over at Katie who knows you’re finally coming to terms with all of this,

“I think I have to go”

“Go get him babe!”

You order an uber and grab your shoes before heading out the door. The ride to Travis’ has never felt longer. You start to question yourself but it’s too late, you know what you have to do. You walk into his building and make your way up to his floor on the elevator. You pace back and forth for a while outside of his apartment, but you tell yourself it’s now or never, and knock on the door. It’s not even 20 seconds later that he’s opening the door,

“Hey, I knew you’d come back.”

For some reason you thought he might still be mad, and he might just slam the door in your face or yell at you, but he’s not. He’s smiling and is reaching out to pull you into his apartment and into a hug. You let him and it’s like you’ve never felt more relief. The weight of the past month is instantly lifted. You feel like you can breathe again. And then the tears start to fall.

“Hey, don’t cry. It’s ok.” He’s consoling you and you’ve never felt worse. He was always right there and you just about threw it all away because you were too stubborn. You both muster out some sorry’s and you’re not even sure how long you’ve been standing there in each others arms. You’re perfectly content just staying there, but eventually he pulls back to look at you.

He wipes away at your tear stained face and looks you right in the eyes,

“I love you. And I never ever want to make you feel like you’re anything less than the amazing, strong, smart, beautiful, independent woman that you are... I just want you to let me love you.”

“Okay... but only on one condition…”

Travis just looks questionably back at you,

“That you let me love you back”

Travis doesn’t even bother with words, because he knows the only thing left to do is kiss you. So he leans into you, and you lean into him, and it’s like everything in the world is right again. Riding into the sunset may have been a fairytale, but true loves kiss was definitely a reality. You were right too, you didn’t need a prince to save you, you needed to save yourself. It just turned out that saving yourself was letting the man of your dreams love you back.

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