#and I love Elena. I wish she was in the movie

[cinderoo]

airazor if she had a robot form in ROTB

#transformers #rise of the beasts #rotb #tf rotb #beast wars #airazor #birb #robots #maccadam #character design #illustration #artists on tumblr #cinderoo #love this girl. i wish she had more screentime in the movie #saw the deleted scene with her and elena complimenting each other 🥺🥺 #justice for airazor

[starlightandfairies]

Lonely Nights ~Enzo St. John~

Description: Reader experiences many lonely nights and Enzo is finally the person to be the desired comfort.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, angst, mentions of drinking

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 1,581

First Person's POV

Sitting in the small apartment that I owned, alone for another night as Team Save Elena worked their little butts off to accomplish rescuing her from her stupidity and be her babysitter yet again. I had grown astray from them, and when I finally realised that Elena was far more important than everyone else, I couldn't allow myself to be near that and by doing so I lost the majority of my friends. 

A rhythmic knock filled my ears; alerting me to the door, hesitantly I approached the door, glanced through the peephole and instantly became confused seeing Enzo standing on the other side. I could trust Enzo, he was a good man despite what Stefan echoed repeatedly on a loop saying that he wasn't. 

"Lorenzo." I smiled, opened the door and invited him in. 

"Hello, gorgeous." He whispered, with a smirk growing across his lips, stepping inside my apartment and waited for my attention as I closed the door and proceeded to lock it. 

"What can I do for you, Lorenzo?" I smiled, glancing down to the basket in his hands, raising an eyebrow as he handed it me and shrugged his jacket off, placing it neatly on the couch. 

"I figured since you have been shunned by everyone... what is it that you call it?" 

"Team save Elena." His chuckle was gorgeous to listen to, the vampire gestured to my couch and sat down beside me once I took my seat. 

"Right, Team save Elena. Anyway, seeing as those bastards left you alone because you realised what none of them could I thought you could have some company and I've noticed just how joyful you seem when we are together." 

"Don't get too cocky... but thank you. It really means a lot to me, thank you." He brought me to his side, his cologne tickling my nostrils as he rested a soft but chaste kiss on the side of my forehead. 

"Anything for you, gorgeous." 

The silence between the two of us lingered for a moment; it was comforting, heartfelt and peaceful. The kind of silence that an elderly couple would share after many happy years together, Enzo was good to me and having that goodness in my life from someone who actually cared- I cannot begin to describe just how perfect it was in my eyes. 

"So, I figured you and I could watch some films, eat some popcorn and whatever else I threw together in that package for you. What do you say?" The idea of having a movie night was delightful, being able to be a normal person with someone who I wish could be my boyfriend. 

"That's lovely, Lorenzo." 

"Please, Y/N, call me Enzo. I don't know how many times I have to ask this. I'll go get the popcorn cooking and set up the rest of the snacks. You pick something to watch." He shot a wink, leaving to head towards the small kitchen in the adjoining room. 

I chose a movie, grabbed the blanket from off my bed, and settled down on the couch, glancing into the basket that Enzo had brought with him. There was a little teddy bear, a vase with flowers and a small box with a little bow on top. 

"I see curiosity got the better of you." Enzo smiled, sitting down and placed the bowls of food on the coffee table. He rested the box in his lap, handing me each individual item while giving a little speech about each item. 

"A teddy bear because that one night when you got drunk at the bar, hardly able to stand up I took you here and got you settled in bed and saw all those teddy bears from your childhood and thought why not give you one that you could have to add to the others?" 

"I love it, thank you." The kind gesture made my heart sore with happiness, I rested a kiss on his cheek, thanking him for the gift. I rested the teddy bear in my lap, watching as he pulled out the flowers. 

"Roses and carnations as they are your favourite flowers." He carefully rested them to the side, his eyes never once leaving me as he grabbed out the final gift he wished to share with me. He handed me the little box with a bow, resting the basket to the side, watching me anticipation filling his gorgeous dark eyes. 

"You really did not have to get me all of this. Thank you, Enzo... thank you so much." Enzo's arms wrapped tightly around my waist as I threw my arms over his shoulders, his head buried in the crook of my neck a gentle smile forming on his lips as he pulled up and urged me to open the final gift. 

I did just as he asked, opening the present and smiling as an antique heart locket met my gaze, scared that it would crumble in my hands, I picked it up as if it were the most fragile item in the world and opened the silver piece of jewellery, seeing the photo of the two of us together. 

"It's beautiful, would you help me put it on, please?" 

"Anything for you gorgeous." Enzo's tender hands placed the locket on, his hand moving to rest on the side of my face for a moment as the British vampire seemed deep in thought as he stared into my eyes. 

"What movie did you choose to watch?" Enzo rested back against the couch, missing the eager look that crossed my eyes and yet he just continued to smile at me as if I were the greatest thing in the world. As if I were the only thing that mattered to him and I wish for that to be true. 

"Love Actually. It's a holiday film, seeing as we're entering the holiday season and seeing as you're here I figured why not share my favourite modern holiday film with someone that cares about me the same way that I care about them." 

"I cannot wait," Lorenzo whispered, resting another kiss on my forehead, smiling as he managed to conjure up a blush on my cheeks. We watched the film, cuddling up halfway through the film, Enzo seemed deeply hypnotised by the film, intrigued by the 'hidden meaning' or he was just enjoying the smile that was plastered on my face that always showed up when I watched this film. 

"So, what did you think?" I questioned, genuinely curious to hear what he had to say.

"It's got obscure humour, however, I do enjoy the film and seeing you smile the way you did as you watched this film. It just makes me feel good to be able to see that smile, you look so gorgeous when you smile. I want you to be happy." Enzo smiled as he said his words, I cannot explain what happened next, tears just started welling in my eyes and I cradled into him as he instantly pulled me into his arms. 

"I'm sorry, it's just... having you care for me, having someone that really does care for me..." 

"Shh, I know, gorgeous. I know. I'm here for you and I'm not gonna disappear. You don't have to worry." Enzo whispered, he began stroking my hair, the misunderstood vampire continued to do this until he soothed me into a calmer state of mind. 

"Would you like to stay for the night?" I whispered against his chest, finding his comfort too desirable to be suddenly taken away by his leave to do whatever it is he does when he is alone. 

"I'd love to." 

"I'll set up the blow-up mattress." 

"Don't worry about it, love... this couch is perfect for that fairytale character Sleeping Beauty. I'm quite happy to be sleeping here." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Of course. Don't worry about me, love. You get some rest, you look tired." 

"Goodnight Enzo, I'll see you tomorrow morning." I don't even know why I did this, it was almost like it was a habit, I bent down, rested a kiss on his lips and instantly pulled away once I realised what I did. 

"I am so, so sorry... oh gosh." Enzo pulled me down onto his lap, shutting me instantly as he placed a tender kiss upon my lips, bringing me closer to him, holding me and kissing me with so much desire yet he was tender and gentle. Enzo was the first to pull away, however, he seemed reluctant to do so. 

"I have been waiting too long to do this." 

"You have?" 

"Of course I have, you are utterly perfect and you desire so much more than you give yourself credit for. Promise me something, Y/N" I leant into his touch as he caressed my cheek, smiling at him as he lovingly grinned at me and began to say the words that he wanted me to promise.

"Promise me that you'll allow yourself to be happy before anyone else, no more putting yourself below others and remember that you come first." I rested a small kiss on his lips, nodding to his request and smiled as he brought me closer to curl into his arms. 

"I can promise you that" 

"Thank you." Enzo's voice echoed in my ears as I fell asleep. 

#fluff #angst #enzo st. john #enzo st john #lorenzo st. john #enzo st. john x reader #enzo x reader #tvd #michael malarkey #enzo st john x reader #enzo st john fluff #damon salvatore #damon x reader #damon salvatore fluff #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore imagine #the vampire diaries #damon salvatore oneshot #enzo st john imagine #mystic falls #tvdu #tvd universe #tvdu fanfiction #tvd fanfiction #enzo st john one shot #elena gilbert #stefan salvatore #bonzo #bonnie bennett #bonnie x enzo

[playingdxngerous]

fresh start

18+ minors dni

Warnings: cheating*, eventual smut, swearing, SLOW BURN, p in v, slight angst, arguing, Jake is very cocky, jealousy, pet names, oral f! and m! receiving, fingering f! receiving, masturbation, fluff at the end

Word Count: 4151

* I do not condone cheating, and I think it is an awful thing to experience or do to someone. Please do not cheat on people. This is just a fanfic :)

also i did not proof read absolutely any of this so if you see a mistake then ummm no you dont!

Your two month anniversary is today, or was today, in this case. Just when you thought things were getting better in your new relationship, it all started going downhill. Never in your life did you think you'd get broken up with on your anniversary. So much time wasted. It's for the stupidest reason too. Your (now ex) boyfriend James claimed over a phone call that he has been slowly losing feelings for a week or two and needs time away. Everyone knows what that means. There's another girl. Someone better, prettier.

"Fuck you!" You yell over the phone in your parked car. "You'll never be as happy as you were with me and you fucking know that, James. You know that." You hang up the phone before he can respond, tears streaming down your face. You look down at the outfit you had put on before driving over to his house. A red satin dress with lingerie underneath. You'd been planning the night out together for a few days now. He was going to take you to a movie, out to eat, and eventually back to his house before the two of you exchange gifts. he never even got to see you in your new dress. The asshole broke it off with you just before you reached his neighborhood.

You turn on music to distract yourself, yet nothing works. Guess I'll just get fucking blackout drunk tonight, you think to yourself. You quickly back out of the random parking lot you were settled in and speed to the nearest bar.

Pulling into a parking space you wipe off your tears and reapply mascara. You put on red lipstick and step out of the car, no cares for what happens to you tonight.

The bar is familiar, since this is where Jake used to take you. Jake. As if your day weren't bad enough, memories of your old relationship flutter through your head. Playing guitar, hooking up backstage, secret dinner dates where you both tried to avoid fans seeing you together. You were in love, more than you could ever be. More than you thought he would ever be. You were clearly wrong, as one day touring apparently "became too much" on him and was the reason for the breakup. About a month later the tour ended, and he found a new girl named Elena. This is when you decided to force yourself to move on and meet James. Your savior, you thought. He strongly resembled Jake. Maybe that's why you fell so hard for him too. Long hair, raspy voice, played guitar. Even his name is close to Jake's. A complete carbon copy of him. Enough with the exes, you think as you open the door to the bar with a deep breath. Tonight you can forget both of them even existed.

You walk to the barista and order a drink, asking for anything strong. She's middle aged, tattoos lining her arms and neck. She has that rare beauty to her, the beauty you'd find with a trashy addict husband. The beauty you'd find riding a motorcycle late at night. She brings you a surprise drink, winking at you before saying this will definitely get you some guys on your finger tonight. Little does she know that you secretly wish you never met any guy in your life anymore. You down the drink in one sip, the taste burning your throat. Just as you begin to ask for another shot of something, a spine-chilling voice interrupts you.

"Hey pretty lady," Jake Kiszka directs to the barista. "I'd like whatever this girl just got," he says pointing his thumb to you.

"Just one? Don't want to offer her one?" She smiles at you.

"No thank you." You quickly respond to her. "I should probably get going."

"I've got a date over here somewhere; I can't be buying random girls drinks. Don't know where the hell mine is though." Jake says. "Don't know if I give a shit either..." He mumbles under his breath.

"Be respectful for once you prick." You say directly to him, not expecting it to actually come out of your mouth.

"Oh yeah?" He downs the shot with no face. "What will you do about it? Start making out with someone who looks just like me? I've seen him before y'know. You could've gone for someone slightly different than me. Guess you were just so crazy for me you couldn't stand a simple break while I was on tour." He shrugs his shoulders. Anger rises in your stomach as he lies straight to your face. The worst part is that he's not even drunk. You've seen him tipsy, and you know for a fact he is complete sober right now. These are sober words hitting you directly in the heart. Being broken up with was enough, but this just makes it way worse. It takes everything in you to not punch his cheek and leave a mark for his precious little Elena to kiss.

"Go back to your fucking girlfriend." You grunt through your teeth. Your hands unclench to reveal little marks from your red painted fingernails. "And it wasn't a break. Don't ever say that again. You broke up with me to fuck her a month later. You lost feelings, not me. I would've stayed. I did stay. I stayed until your player ass found her. I hope she's happy with you."

"She is." He says and walks away into the crowd. You see Elena grab him around the neck with a confused face. He shakes his head and smiles, leaning in for a kiss. He widens his eyes as they practically make out, staring right at you.

"You wanna dance?" A random guy grabs your hand and scoots up to you. You turn to Jake, who is still intently staring. However, his face now portrays anger and jealousy rather than pettiness.

"Sure, why not?" You smile widely and wink in Jake's direction. A song you've never heard plays out of the large speakers spread across the room and you struggle to stay up to tempo with your new date. You wait impatiently for the song to end, excusing yourself when it finally does.

You walk around aimlessly, trying to find the bathroom. As you take a turn down a hallway to find it, Jake is leaned against the wall as if he were waiting for you.

"Can you leave me alone for five minutes and just let me breathe?" You almost yell.

"I don't think James would like to know you're out here drunk and dancing with random men. Dressed like a slut and all."

"I don't care what he thinks anymore."

"Oh, so I should text him on Instagram and tell him?"

"I don't think Elena would like you sneaking off to talk to your ex by the bathroom either." You say, putting extra emphasis on her name.

"I'm sure she's doing the same. The bitch just let some dude buy her a drink. I wouldn't be surprised if she's already in his car by now. Wouldn't be the first time. I haven't even seen her since you saw me kiss her."

"And you don't care at all?" You ask, genuinely confused. If James ever did that to you would lose your mind.

"You think I care about her? She's with me for the sex. I'm a fucking rockstar, what do you expect. You really think I love her like I did you?"

"Jake why would you bring that up?" You say almost sadly.

"You never answered my question so why should I answer yours." He claims.

"Okay fine, what was the stupid question."

"Does your copy and paste boyfriend not give a shit that you're out here with other men?" His eyebrows raise.

"He broke up with me."

"What?"

"He fucking broke up with me! Is that what you so desperately want to hear?"

"Why did he- Why would he..." He trails off in confusion.

"Why don't you ask yourself that Jake. Seems like you two have something in common." Tears start to pool in your eyes, so you turn your heel to start walking away. Jake's warm hand grabs your hip, pulling you in to a hug. You can't help but stay there for a second. Thankfully, reality begins to kick back in and you push him away.

"Go find Elena. Take her home. Give her a fucking night to enjoy because God knows I won't enjoy the rest of tonight. Give her everything you ever wanted to give me, everything you did give me. Give her your love. And don't ever hug me again unless you mean it. I'm tired of people holding me in and breaking my goddamn heart." You utter.

"Am I not making it oblivious enough?" He laughs.

"Jake what are you on about now?"

"I don't want her sweetheart." He moves closer to you, making you tilt your head to now keep eye contact. Your heart sinks at the pet name.

"You don't mean it." You whisper.

"Do I need to prove it to you that I mean it?" He smirks.

"I'm not going to let you cheat on her." You croak. He turns you around to face the crowded room behind you, his hands resting gently on your hips once more. You scan the room and immediately find Elena on the lap of some guy at the bar, kissing him harder than she was with Jake moments ago.

"Oh my god Jake I'm so sorry she's doing that to you." You feel genuinely bad for him, as you know it must be hard to witness that.

"Like I said darling, not the first time. So, are we going to get going or what?" Your head and heart pull to opposite sides of your answer. As much as you want to say no, it's so hard to decline an offer like this. You and James' relationship is already in shred, and you've almost completely forgotten about it because of Jake. It's so easy to just say 'yes'...

"Jake we can't. It's not right." You finally respond. Slight regret fills your head.

"What about it isn't right? Neither of us are in a loving relationship at the moment. Mine is falling apart hour by hour and you don't even have one at all. I think you're just scared you'll enjoy it too much. You miss me too badly. You miss the way I feel in your pretty pussy. The way I taste. The sounds of our moans together." His voice gets quieter as his sentences go on, stepping closer and closer until your chests are touching.

"Fuck me, Jake." You whisper.

"Is that a yes? You know I won't ever force you." He pulls away a little, making the wind blow cold between you.

You scoot back to him and grabs his neck. "Yes Jake. I want you so badly." He smiles and kisses you slowly. The shape of his lips brings back memories of your relationship. The same lips you'd kiss for hours at a time, so often. He must sense it too, as each second he kisses hungrier and faster. The capricious night runs through your thoughts. How over an hour ago you were crying on the phone with James, and now you are making out with your ex as his girlfriend finds someone else to toy with right behind you, no care in the world.

He slides his tongue against your bottom lip, starving to taste you. The sweetness of his spit mixes with yours and you try to forget that Elena had just tasted the same thing recently. He seems to notice your overthinking tendencies and pushes you against the nearest wall, placing his thigh between your legs to distract you.

"We're in public," you laugh as you pull away from his swollen lips.

"Let's go then," he smirks. He walks quickly through the crowd, flipping off Elena as he walks past her. You grab hold his hand and smile, staring straight at her as she goes back into her kissing session. You make it outside, the chilly air giving you goosebumps. Jake gives opens the door for you, giving you a blue jean jacket from his backseat. You put it on, his scent overwhelming you.

"And you're absolutely sure you-" He begins before you interrupt him with a short peck on the lips.

"Yes Jake." He nods and puts the car in reverse, grabbing your thigh once you make it on the main road.

"My house?" He asks. You nod, not wanting to go into your room and allow him to see the hanging polaroids and framed picture of you and James. He squeezes your thigh in response. The drive ends shortly, and you notice that his hand is way further up than it started.

He gets out of the car and opens the door, guiding you through the familiar house to his bed. You sit on the edge and he leans down in front of you, taking off your red heels.

"Oh what a gentleman," you tease as you crawl back against the headboard, letting him hold himself up on top of you.

"Mhm," he moans, leaning in for a desperate kiss. "I've missed your lips," he says while pulling away. Your heart sinks at his claim, yet you know it's way too soon into your breakup to catch feelings for your ex once more. Guilt takes over you. Two months isn't that long, right?

"Why Jake? You've had Elena for a while now. Why do you miss me?" You ask.

"I don't know how I can make it clearer that I never liked her like I did you. You were and still are so special to me." The sentence drops your heart even more, your butterflies almost making you nauseous. "You probably don't feel the same though, and I guess I understand why." The thought rings in your mind. Did you ever love James more than Jake? James was easier to be around, as he was always less busy. He didn't have such high expectations on him. Maybe that's why you loved him so much. He was the part of Jake you wanted to be around. He didn't have a huge job where he was never home. He wasn't touring the country. He was actually able to show you affection. And the biggest part, he looked very similar to Jake...

"You don't know that," you finally manage to speak.

"You liked me more than James? After what I did?

"Jake...: You whisper, grabbing his arms. "I was absolutely in love with you. We were together for so long. It's difficult to compare that to a two month relationship." Jake smiles in pride and kisses you passionately. His tongue glides across yours, making you forget the whole conversation about James. Tonight was a night to forget about him, and that's what you're going to do. "Make me forget about him," you say out loud without even realizing. His eyes spark, starstruck by your request.

"I'll do anything you want sweetheart." He smirks, covering it by biting his lip. Your face gets hot by the minute as he reaches his hand up and cups your tit. While squeezing, he begins to suck on your neck. A red spot remains as he moves away, which shows that you are his for the night. Remnants of him will stay on your body, giving proof of the sins. You don't care though, in fact, you hope James sees somehow. You want him to know how you feel. You want him to know that you chose Jake over him. Not in a way to make him jealous, but to show him what he missed out on. To show him what he will never have again.

"You're so sexy in this dress," he rasps. Your mind flips to the lingerie you have on under it, originally intended for someone else.

"It would be better if you took it off, in my opinion," you tease.

"Oh yeah?" He raises his eyebrows, slowly pulling on the shoulder straps. "Do you really deserve that special treatment, princess? I shouldn't make you strip it off in front of me?"

"Jake please," you whimper. Tonight will be a long night.

"Use your words," he lifts up your chin with his index finger, looking you in the eyes.

"Fuck me," you moan. He slides the straps down further, and you help him slide the dress down your legs. A pink matching set lines your body, making him noticeably hard through his jeans.

"Dressed up for your little boyfriend huh? Too bad he's missing out on this." He slides his fingers across your clit, the fabric of the lace covering it. "So wet and desperate for me. I hope he's so jealous right now." One more word from Jake and you feel as if your heart might stop. "I need you so bad baby please," you squeeze your legs together in order to relieve some tension. He notices and pushes them apart immediately. "Please Jake."

"I think I'd rather listen to you beg for me all night." He kisses your stomach, trailing down to the top of your panties, gently pulling on them with his teeth. He looks you in the eyes and stops midway. Running his hands up your body, he unclasps your bra. You become tired of waiting and start to rub circles through your panties. He grabs your hand and puts it behind your back, clicking his tongue disapprovingly.

"Be patient, love." He centers his attention back to where he was initially, pulling down the lace bottoms fully. All of a sudden, he glides his tongue flatly across your slit. Electricity shoots through your body. He is doing this simply for you to feel pleasure, not him. You forgot how good this felt, as James only ever cared about if he was going to finish or not.

"Feels so good," you mumble.

"We just started baby," he smirks as he moves his head back. His tongue gains speed with every flick. He sucks on your clit, moans forcing their way out of you at the touch. You grab his brunette locks and watch as he devours your cunt. A quiet moan vibrates off his tongue as you pull his hair.

"I'm so close," you practically yell. He brings his fingers up to his mouth, sliding one into you to get you used to it. He sadly moves his head away and raises up to kiss you as he fucks you with his finger. He slides one more in shortly. "Fuck baby go faster I'm so close." He menacingly slows down and bites your lip as he ends the current kiss. He positions his tongue back over your clit and continues to push his fingers into you, curling at just the right spot.

"Jake!" You shout his name like a prayer as you release your orgasm onto his fingers.

"You did so good princess," he cups your jaw with his hand.

"My turn," you say as you attempt to catch your breath.

"What?"

"Lay down." To your surprise he turns over and actually lays on his back. He used to hate letting you be in control. "Going to fuck you better than that bitch Elena ever did."

"Won't be hard to beat," he laughs. He unzips his jeans and pulls them off, throwing them on the floor nearby. You help him pull his shirt off and run your hands down his chest to take in the moment. You've really missed this, no matter what your mind tries to convince you. You take his dick in your mouth, letting your hands cover the rest of his length. You start to pump with your mouth and get faster as he whimpers underneath you.

"Condom?" You ask. He reaches into his nightstand and rips one open with his teeth. You help him slide it on, then crawl up to straddle his waist. With his help you begin to ride him, butterflies filling your stomach. Whimpers escape from his lips. He grabs your waist with one hand to guide your hips back and forth as you bounce, his other hand squeezing your boob. Another orgasm rises in you.

"I'm going to cum baby keep going," he reassures you as you start to slow down. Tired from all the movement, you pull off and take the condom off, sucking his dick once more. You rub your clit, his face alone almost sending you over the edge. "Fuck," he sighs as he releases into your mouth, watching you swallow him. He looks down and sees you touching yourself. "Desperate for another?" Your face gets hot at his observation.

"What if I am?" You tease. He flips you on you back and immediately starts to fuck you with his fingers. You're taken by surprise, but you love it more than anything. He curls as he slowly pumps them at just the right place and speed.

"C'mon baby finish for me." His words unravel the knot in your stomach, causing you to cum on him once more. "Good girl," he mutters before sucking you off his fingers. He kisses you longingly, then makes a trail of pecks to your neck. "Next time you think of that asshole ex of yours, I want you to remember what that kiss tasted like. What we taste like."

"I'm all yours now Jake."

"I know you are," he replies while walking to his drawer. He pulls out a pair of plaid pajama pants and an old band t-shirt, putting them on in front of you. "Are you staying the night?" The question rings in your head. Why is he asking you? Why do you want to stay the night with your ex? Why did you do any of this?

"If you don't mind," you respond before thinking. He reaches in and grabs you similar clothes to his.

"Of course not. Do you want anything? Water or snacks?"

"Just you," you grin. He turns the light off and climbs into the bed with you once you have put the clothes on. His body lies inches from you, not daring to touch you or else feelings might form again. Uncertainty of your own feelings stream throughout your thoughts. "Jake?"

"Yeah?" He turns over to face you, moonlight barely shimmering down on him from a window.

"Are you going to go back to Elena and act like this never happened?"

"After seeing you so vulnerable tonight I don't think I could ever look into her eyes again. I really missed you." He places his hand on your cheek. His thumb unconsciously moves back and forth.

"Does this make me a bad person?" You ask silently.

"Why would you be a bad person?"

"James," you say shortly.

"He clearly deserves this. I don't to assume anything or hurt you, but he's probably out fucking some girl right now. I don't see why he ever would, you're the best girlfriend anyone could ask for." He speaks from experience.

"It's not just that though."

"What is it then?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"I'm catching feelings for you again. They never completely left to begin with. When we broke up, I found James, yet his only job was the replace the hole you left in me. I wanted you. In the back of my head, I have for the whole two months leading up to today. I never got over you, I never will. I understand if you don't feel the same way, I just needed to tell you sooner rather than later. That being if we ever even talk again after tonight."

"I feel the same way love." The name makes your heart pump faster.

"What does this mean for us?" You worriedly ask.

"I think it means we need to take things slow if we ever want to go back. You just need-" He says before you interrupt.

"So you do want to go back?"

"Is that bad?" He questions

"I want to as well, so I guess it's okay." You smile.

"We can have a fresh start if we just pace it right. Rushing into a relationship the same day you got broken up with probably isn't a good idea. Tomorrow I will make breakfast and let you sleep in. We can act however you want, no label."

"That sounds perfect," you yawn.

"Good," he smiles. You lean and kiss him on the cheek. He pulls you closer, yet leave a gap in between you just in case. You scoot in, wishing to be as close as possible. He hugs you and runs his hands up and down your back. You slide a hand up his shirt, craving his warmth in such a cold room. Eyelids getting heavy, you close your eyes and dream about a fresh start with Jake Kiszka.

#jake kiska fic #jake kiszka #jake kiskza x reader #greta van fic #greta van smut #jake gvf #fanfic

[kasagia]

Our little game pt. 3

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

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

*Two months later*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Klaus' art studio.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Letters? What letters?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*SLAP!*

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

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

"Don't..."

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~•♤♤♤•~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Have fun together, Nikkie!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No. Say it again."

"What?"

"That you love me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was drinking from me.

Klaus. Fucking. Mikaelson. Was drinking from me.

And it felt amazing.

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

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

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

"We need to stop, love."

"Why? I thought you wanted me."

"I do."

"Then shut up and kiss me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where are you going?!"

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

"Be careful what you wish for, love."

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

"You're not going anywhere."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~•♤♤♤•~

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

Klaus' perfume.

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

My fucking God.

I slept with Klaus Mikaelson.

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

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

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

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

Married.

Wedding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I just..."

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

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

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

What the hell have I done?

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[moremaybank]

hello i have seen that nobody asks about her but you can make headcanons about dating elena gilbert

dating elena gilbert would include...

elena masterlist

the sweetest kisses you'll ever receive

her smile being contagious

even when you're mad or upset, the sight of her smile can bring yours out in a second

cuddling on her bed under a blanket and reading to each other

playing with each other's hair

elena's positive outlook on life inspiring you to see the brighter side of things

having someone in your life who is so compassionate and loves so fiercely

movie nights where you guys end up throwing popcorn at each other

teaching her how to cook because you both know she's hopeless

her dragging you to town fairs so you can kiss at the top of the ferris wheel ("it's tradition")

surprising her at her locker and stealing kisses

going shopping for decade dance costumes

teasing jeremy together because you two love how annoyed he gets

dancing and kissing each other in the rain

helping each other with your homework

staying after class to annoy ric with her

doing each other's hair

elena sneaking you into her house at night so you can rub her back and play with her hair as she drifts off to sleep

romantic date nights because quality time is important to you both

going all out when you help her decorate for christmas because you know the holiday seasons have been tough ever since she lost her parents

weekend trips to her family's cabin so she can feel close to her parents

promising you'll do anything to protect her but also supporting her wishes — even if you don't agree with them

no matter what drama is going on, you always have each other's backs

#elena gilbert #elena gilbert x reader #elena gilbert imagine #elena gilbert headcanon #elena gilbert fluff #the vampire diaries #the vampire diares imagine #tvd imagine #tvd headcanons #tvdu #tvdu x reader

[cancerian-woman]

For the ask game...

TVDU 2

Klonnie 15

Bonnie 7 and Lucy 8

TVDU: Bonnie: Twitches is one of my favorite movies growing up that's where it started. Bonnie embodies both of the twins. Camryn has this outgoing confident personality while Alex is stern and reserved. Both are determined through it all. I see all of this in Bonnie. She goes through a lot and still has this sense of light to the world, people and even magic or herself. There's so much fiery determination in her that allows Bonnie to persevere. Rebekah!TO: Seeing less of Rebekah in TO grew her up as a character. In TVD she and Klaus look petty for lingering around s4. I love that she doesn't yield with her emotions, and we see her fight back whether that be torturing Damon or fighting with her brothers. She was still bitchy in a mature sense that she'd only react if she felt threatened too that is. Which what another fave character of mine grows into (Brooke Davis & Hanna Marin). (Okay cause my next answer is long I’m going to leave this at 2.)

Klonnie: I have a longer answer for this one but I’ll keep it simple. If TVD wasn't filled with jealous and racist writers. I wished Klonnie’s relationship started late s2-s4. A slow burn enemies to lovers. Klaus is very arrogant but he isn’t stupid when it comes to strategy. His pride would’ve been hurt knowing a baby witch kicked his ass and almost killed him. Then saved his ass! Katherine and Isobel discussed Klaus taste in witches, tbh it would’ve been in character for Katherine to direct Klaus to Bonnie after Greta was killed. On the pretense that Elena would hate it. Katherine would take joy in that

In s3 after Jeremy’s cheating (should’ve been with Vicki) Bonnie would be reluctant to believe in Klaus advances. Klaus would be attentive to the little things people are missing with Bonnie. (Ex: he canonically mentions bringing Abby back for her after being abandoned again.) HOW did he notice that? Who told him. I’m dead ass serious WHO told him that?!😭 Pretty gowns and drawings wouldn’t be enough to keep Bonnie’s attention especially after heartbreak. Bonnie’s loyalty cannot be bought it needs to be earned that’s what she’d want. Klaus would’ve called out that Bonnie aligns herself with bad people all the time he isn’t any different. Bonnie would call out Klaus for ignoring his werewolf side.

S4 can keep expression!Bonnie but with Klaus making it know how he hates Shane? Or still offering his knowledge to magic. There’s more to say but I wish the writers listened to Joseph’s and Kat’s ideas. It would’ve been more compelling to see Klaus pull Bonnie onto his side. Bring in some seduction and a second chance at love. Bonnie’s just as desirable as her friends. Treat her like it. Period.

Bonnie 7: can’t remember the ep rn but s7 Bonnie tells Alaric she’d rather somewhere else making out with a good guy or not so good. Basically she doesn’t enjoy doing shit all the time. She wants to have fun! But survival comes first.

Lucy 8: bisexual or queer period. Since TVD never told us what Katherine did I assumed they fucked a couple of times💀

Thank you for the ask! Sorry this is wordy as hell! I’m a nerd and overthinker

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[maxwell-grant]

which of the SF characters would watch Oppennheimer and which would watch Barbie ?

Not doing all of them but

Ryu: Barbie. Probably got dragged into it by Sakura. Didn't get most of it but he liked it. Hopes Ken is doing allright ("I too know what it's like to struggle with my worst self") and gifts his Ken a "I am Kenough" shirt.

Ken: Mel wanted to watch Oppenheimer and Ken went along with him. Mel liked it, but Ken got bummed out at the story of a neglectful husband and father trying his best to help people and ruining lives over it.

Chun-Li: Her and Li-Fen went to Barbie in matching outfits. The mother's speech in the middle of the movie really, really resonated with her.

E. Honda: Goes to Barbie screenings painted pink to promote his business. If you even think about suggesting Oppenheimer to him he will slap you and you will deserve it.

Blanka: Barbie. Loved it, a little confused but trying to get the spirit, called up his mom and Sakura later to apologize in case he ever oppressed them or made them feel inadequate. Look out for pink variants of Blanka-chan in stores soon.

Guile: Neither, but his family dragged into Barbie. Spent most of it stone-faced but by the time of the Just Ken musical battle number he did crack up a bit.

Dhalsim: Neither.

Zangief: Went to Barbie with R.Mika. Laughed so loudly during the movie you could hear it outside the room. Launches an all-women wrestling course because he thinks muscle power is the solution to misogyny as it is to everything. Marisa enrolls in for a laugh.

Balrog: Neither. Thinks long movies suck and wouldnt be caught dead attending a girl movie.

Vega: Enjoyed both from a reserved patrician distance, couldnt relate to either of the protagonists in any way. Offended by the existence of Weird Barbie and the scenes with old women in it.

Sagat: Neither. But if one of the kids at his village asked, he would go watch Barbie with them and pretend he had a good time, would heavily criticize Ken for betraying his community in vain pursuits of power.

M. Bison: Barbie, and he likes it, not even for any nefarious reason. Doesn't care to watch Oppenheimer, 3 hours of a guy getting cold feet about doing something that Bison happily does at home for free (murdering scores of innocent civilians).

Cammy: Oppenheimer. Only attended Barbie because the other Dolls asked her to, but she didn't think much of it.

Dee Jay: Barbie, and he had a great time. Plays his own remixes of Just Ken and Dance the Night for several nights at the club afterwards.

Akuma: Neither. If he did, he would quit Oppenheimer in the first minutes, in disgust at Oppenheimer's weakness for trying to murder his teacher with a poisoned apple instead of his bare hands.

Dan: Didn't plan to watch either but people kept seeing him in the street and assuming he was on his way to watch Barbie. After doing so, he tries to aggressively rebrand the Saikyo Dojo as a feminist dreamhouse over the following weeks and fails.

Nash: Oppenheimer. Didn't feel anything other than sadness.

Rose: Doesn't enjoy movies very much, her powers predict the entire plot before it happens, but still went to watch Barbie with Menat and Maggio.

Sodom: Neither, but protests Oppenheimer screenings in defense of Japan and genuine disgust over the movie's subject matter, runs away crying whenever it's pointed out that he's a white jock.

Rolento: Disliked Oppenheimer for the protagonist being a lily-livered coward who couldnt stand by his own choices in defense of the country.

Sakura: Barbie. Had fun, but the parts where Barbie punches a guy and outruns the police and the mother outfoxes the Mattel executives in a car chase is kinda what she wished most of the movie was like, dissappointed only the Kens got to fight.

Gen: Neither. Dead.

Cody: Barbie. Liked it fine, I guess, wasn't boring.

Dudley: Went with Elena to watch Barbie. Found it a smashing good time and felt offended at how rudely the Kens treated the Barbies when they took over.

Necro: Cried during both with Effie. Barbie's crisis over her humanity and her moment at the bench really got to him.

Hugo: Went with Poison to watch Barbie. Enjoyed it more than she did, found himself relating a lot to the tiny violent Allan man who belongs nowhere.

Makoto: Barbie. Didn't like the daughter's character arc one bit and walked out of it hating Barbie as a concept more .

Rufus: Went to Barbie at Candy's insistence and my God you could not get this man to shut up about it for days afterwards. Added feminist to the list of self-aggrandizing adjectives he uses.

Seth: Pre-Doll Zero, he would have watched Oppenheimer and not liked it for it's preoccupation with pathetic human morality. Post-Doll Zero, he would resonate unbelievably hard with Barbie's arc and have a breakdown over the ending.

Juri: Saw both. Spend the entirety of Oppenheimer browsing her phone and making loud bomb/fart noises with her mouth and laughing. Thought Barbie sucked.

Poison: Went with Hugo to watch Barbie and kept planning ways to cash in the pink/Barbie craze for her business. Thought the movie was funny but kinda dumb.

Rashid: Barbie, really really liked it. Pirates the movie before it's out on digital to make a reaction stream and gets sued over it.

F.A.N.G: Oppenheimer. Besides the skin melting scene, dissappointed at how little it showed the scientific process behind building an atomic bomb or civilians dying, he kinda signed up just for those things.

Luke: Liked both, really wants to have his own Mojo Dojo Casa House and, besides the whole oppressing women thing which is totally uncool, doesn't think the Kens were doing anything that wrong.

Jamie: Wanted to watch Barbie but drunkenly wandered into Oppenheimer by mistake and had a really bad time.

Manon: Criticizes Barbie for muddled politics and found Barbie apologizing to Ken at the end viscerally disgusting.

Marisa: Neither. Went to watch Meg 2 because watching action stars fight a giant rampaging shark seemed like more of a good time to her. Thought the first one was a lot better.

JP: Majority shareholder at Mattel stock, politely claps during the screening.

AKI: Has spent the last weeks furiously testing out poisons on various plastics and chasing down Mattel executives for intel. Has a cunning plan to take over Barbieland and gift it to her master.

#street fighter #replies tag #not tagging everyone #capcom #fighting games

[king-magnifico-haven]

🌟 Wish: A Disaster? The Worst Disney Movie EVER? Thoughts from a Magnifico Fan 🌟

After watching almost every YouTube review, I was finally able to watch Wish because they turned it on at my office. and do I think it's an absolutely horrible movie? Do I think Asha's the worst Disney heroine ever?

No and no.

Wish isn't a 'bad' movie and Asha isn't the worst Disney heroine ever. Both were just very badly handled.

I know this is a pro Magnifico blog but let me explain. Asha's not a bad character. She's actually very pretty and has a great VA. Her character 'development' was just like crayons scribbling all over paper.

She not only opens the movie happily providing commentary on Magnifico's system, but SINGS ABOUT IT, then demonizes THE SAME SYSTEM she celebrated just MINUTES BEFORE.

Fast forward to the interview. She and Magnifico share a beautiful, heartfelt talk about her father. It's short-lived and not followed up on. Magnifico confides in her about his wish, only for her to completely ignore him and be like 'ey, so like, grant my Saba's wish yo'.

Maui and Moana had a prettier friendship.

Then of course the whole 'hey, Magnifico, I just sang about your Wish system like FIVE MINUTES AGO but I hate you, you're a MEANIE'.

I'm pro Magnifico but you can hate him for all I care. I think you have to admit there's way more heart and substance in Bolt than there was in Wish. There's way more substance in WALL-E and the two main characters BARELY TALK 😭

Then there's Magnifico. I 100% agree with everyone that said his descent into evil happened so quickly, it was rushed and he felt like a completely different character. Amaya did very little to intervene on her husband's behalf. He pretty much went into a panic attack over Star's arrival and had absolutely NO ONE assure him everything was going to be a-okay.

Magnifico made several mentions as to how everything he did was to keep Rosas safe, and prevent the past from repeating itself. Asha even told him 'that's why I want to work with you' but then they fell out because ??? I don't know? PLOT?

The whole thing about Magnifico's spell being unbreakable was BS considering the entire Disney empire was built on the foundation of true love and friendship and blah blah blah.

The people of Rosas were perfectly content before Asha took down Magnifico's system. Her grandfather said so himself right before she sang 'This Wish'. Outside of Simon, there was zero indication of the people living in torment.

Gabo said something about Asha killing her family and I was like 'wut' 😭🤣

Valentino was just there. So was Amaya for the most part, especially in comparison to Disney heroines like Pocahontas, Rapunzel, Mulan, Elena of Avalor (from a tv show), etc

Asha at one point was like 'this is all my fault, I started this', which was correct, then later on said 'this is all Magnifico's fault'

Evil Magnifico got his magic powers but then just used them to poke people. Disney doesn't really do death often but if he was supposed to be like a classic Disney villain...I mean Gaston DID stab the Beast sooo...

Honestly, the two best characters were Magnifico and Dahlia.

Am I saying all of this because I'm a 'poor widdle Magnifico' simp? No. I'm 100% pro Magnifico but I'd have the same opinions even if I hated him. Or didn't care about him. You can fight me on any of this but

Wish isn't a bad movie. Asha's not a bad character.

Both were just badly handled.

#king magnifico #disney wish #disney #wish movie #disney wish movie

[yelenasdiary]

Restless Nights

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: When Yelena goes on a mission you struggle to fill in the days she’s gone.  

Fluff | 1.4K |

Translation: detka (baby), lyubov' (love), printsessa (princess) 

AC: I wish to write more Yelena so here’s a little idea I had, enjoy!! 

“Be safe, okay?” you say to Yelena while she hugs you tightly. “I always am” she replies with confidence, her accent thick. “I mean it Elena” you spoke in a more serious tone. “Shush detka, you know I will” Yelena whispers to you, assuring she’ll be safe. 

“Break it up you two, we have to go” Natasha interrupts the moment. You rolled your eyes at Natasha once Yelena let you out of her protective hold. “A week and I’ll be home, it’ll go so fast you won’t even know I’m gone” Yelena smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead. You give her a soft smile. If only she knew how you filled the days she was gone. 

You watched as Yelena followed Nat onto the quinjet with the rest of the team, you waved them off before making your way to through the compound to your car. Driving back to the apartment you shared with Yelena in silence. 

When you got home you did a quick tidy up of the mess Yelena felt behind while making sure she had everything for the mission. The smell of her perfume still lingered strongly throughout the apartment, making tonight easier on you than most. You ordered take out, something you rarely did when Yelena was home. You always cooked for her, showing her new recipes and then weeks later she’d have a go at cooking something you taught her. With your take out and a thick blanket you got comfortable on the sofa and started to catch up on the shows you’d been waiting to watch. 

Whenever Yelena was home, most of the time was spent together. Yelena was still learning how to be herself, finding what she liked to do and what she didn’t, what brought her comfort and what didn’t. She always made it clear that you always brought her happiness and safety. She refused to take dating advice from Natasha as she wanted to ‘wow’ you herself, without help and that she did. 

At first, when you first met Yelena, you thought she was cocky and overconfident, you bickered with her multiple times whenever she would join movie nights at Kate’s. Kate is your best friend, and she has taken great pride in match making you and Yelena. 

Your first night with Yelena was spent on the sofa, passing out midway through an episode of Grey’s Anatomy, awoken by the sound of the early morning city traffic making it’s way through the window you left open mistakenly. You sighed to yourself once you notice, hearing Yelena already giving you a lecture about how unsafe it was to leave windows open overnight.

Yelena is extremely protective of you, rightful so. If anybody laid a hand on you it was off with their head, no questions asked.  You loved and but also struggled with that side of Yelena, sometimes whenever Kate would drag the two of you out for some fun and you got some unwanted attention, Yelena was there, standing beside you with looks that could kill. You had to tell everything was okay and that there was no need to be so headstrong. 

Throwing out the empty take out boxes, you made yourself a coffee and showered only to get into a fresh set of PJs. Bored soon kicked in after you finished the episodes you hadn’t seen. With a sigh and a scan around the living room you randomly decided to rearrange the furniture, this was something you did often, and it would always leave Yelena stubbing her toe as she tried to make her way to the bedroom. 

Before you knew it, dinner time creeped around. By now, you’ve rearranged the entire apartment almost then decided you hated the new look and moved everything back. Take out for dinner once again, ordering a little extra than you normally would just so you could have leftovers tomorrow. Your phone rang as you waited for the delivery of your food to arrive, with a smile you answered happily. “Elena!” you spoke.

“Hey lyubov'” Yelena’s voice made you smile wider. 

“How’s the mission?” you asked, trying to cover the slight clinginess you had for Yelena. 

“I want it to be over sooner but it’s looking like I’ll be here for the whole week” Yelena explained. You sighed to yourself knowing you still had 6 days without her. “You haven’t rearranged the apartment again have you detka?” she added. 

“No? of course not, I’d never do such a thing” you said in a playful tone. 

“Detka we spoke about this” Yelena chuckled. 

“Okay but I moved everything back to it’s original place because I hated the new look” you argued. 

“So you wasted the whole day moving our apartment around just to put it all back to how it was?” 

“Don’t act surprised, I was and still am extremely bored. I’ve already caught up on all my shows and I’m struggling to find a decent movie to watch and I’m pretty sure that it’s suppose to rain all through the week so I’m basically house bound and you’re not here sooooo” you blabbered.

“Why don’t you get Kate over? Have a sleepover party or whatever it is she’s tried to get me to do”

“You’d love our little parties, give them a chance one day”

“Yeah detka, I love you but I don’t want any vegetables covering my eyes while you pluck hair from my eyebrows” Yelena laughed to at the idea. 

“One day my love, it’ll happen one day!” you replied.

“I’m sorry to keep this short little lyubov' but I have to go, I just wanted to call and make sure you were okay” 

“It’s okay baby, my dinner is about to arrive anyways” you played off your disappointment. 

“Promise to close the damn window before you go to bed?” 

“Ho-“ you foze, looking at the still opened winow “how did you know?”

“It’s you” 

“Fair!”

“I love you, I’ll call again whenever I can”

“I love you too” you smiled before hearing the sound of her ending the call. You sighed and placed your phone on the coffee table in front of you, clicking through the Netflix suggestions before hearing a knock on the door. Your food had finally arrived. 

The rest of the week was about the same. You did some online shopping, read a book or two, watched a few too many movies, did a little spring cleaning of your wardrobe, Kate dragged you out of the apartment a couple of times for lunch or a morning jog but you hadn’t heard from Yelena. She was due home tomorrow afternoon, you made sure the apartment was fresh and clean, all the takeout boxes thrown away and the fridge stocked with new ingredients for when Yelena returned.

Sleeping was the worst part of Yelena being away. You barely slept and whenever you did, it was full of consistent moving around, huffing and puffing, throwing the covers off before pulling them back over your body, drinking half a bottle of water then the need to use the toilet was strong enough to wake you.

Tonight was the worst it’s been. Yelena’s perfume no longer lingered; her side of the bed left untouched while loud cracks of thunder stopped you from falling asleep. You hated when the thunder got louder, you tried to remember when Yelena would hold you extra tight whenever she was home and there was a thunderstorm. She’d whisper sweet nothings to you while you feel into slumber. But tonight? You were on your own. Laying on your side looking at the photo of you and Yelena that sat happily on your bedside table you whispered, wished she’d come home. 

Yelena quietly unlocked the door to the apartment, placing her travel bag on the sofa before throwing her vest over the armrest. She shook her head as she saw you’d forgotten to close the window once again. She closed it without a sound before making her way to the bathroom and having a shower. The sound of the thunderstorm drained out any sounds as you tossed and turned in your sleep, ignoring the thunder so you could sleep. 

Yelena smiled softly to herself as she stood in the door way of the bedroom wrapped in a towel watching you trying to make yourself comfortable. She grabbed some fresh PJs, the time on the antilog clock on her beside table reading “3:48am” when slid into bed. You felt her wrap an arm around you and pull her close into her. 

“El…Elena?” you questioned tiredly. 

“Shhh detka, go back to sleep” she whispered, kissing the back of your neck softly. 

“You’re home” you mumbled, sinking into her hold. She hushed you once more as you placed your hand on the arm she had wrapped around you. “I’m here printsessa” she whispered before the two of you fell asleep. 

Taglist: @red1culous | @bentleywolf29 | @natasha-belova | @jeyramarie | @lissaaaa145 | @high--power | @parkerdaramitzzzz

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #black widow #hawkeye #marvel #fanfiction

[jennifersminds]

19 20 and 21

you’re mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like…

Bamon. I hate that man and Bonnie deserves so much better but I think, in a vacuum, they're interesting and have great chemistry. It's the only relationship Damon has that has any real potential for value and growth in my opinion. Ironically and unfortunately I think that's because of jplecs blatant racism. Because she refused to acknowledge Bonnie as a romantic prospect for anyone of importance to the fandom she accidentally built a relationship between Bonnie and Damon that existed outside of Damon's usual pattern of pinning all his insecurities on a relationship and using his romantic interest as some kind of moral obligation.

that being said fuck him. fuck his soul. wish she burnt him alive but the fics slap and they're hot together.

part of canon you found tedious or boring

the season five doppelganger development. Katherine, Elena, and Tatia are SO FUCKING FASCINATING. The endless cycle of being sacrificed for a male character's growth (Tatia to Elijah, Katherine to Klaus and the Salvatores, and Elena to all of them) and the way the memory of each of them influences and affects the way the future doppelganger is treated and viewed,,,, miraculous and underappreciated.

They're a tragedy that's already been written, specifically for Elena and Katherine, their fates are sealed the second they're born, and the way each of them chooses to fight it. (Elena's technique being determined by Katherines before her). It's so cool. And also something I think a lot of fanon refuses to acknowledge. Not just stelenas (refusing to acknowledge that Katherine was his main motivator for pursuing Elena) or delenas (refusing to acknowledge the effect Katherine and Damon's relationship had on his mistreatment of Elena) but I think Elejah's don't address it enough either. Elijah (imo) has a lot of unjustified anger towards Katherine and (while I understand why we don't always get into it because it's a lot) I think it's something it would be really fun to discuss how that affects his treatment of Elena and how she'd feel about it in a self-aware post-Salvatore world.

so yeah long way of saying the doppelgangers were interesting enough and I found the whole Silas/Stefen thing to be a really cheap uncreative way of derailing that when there was so much to explore already.

part of canon you think is overhyped

The love triangle. Damon and Stefan in general. I don't care about them or their pain. I think Damon's dad should have hit him more.

give me Bonnie's backstory, where the fuck is her dad? has she ever had a pet? what's her favourite movie? forty minutes of her painting a wall, idc. anything.

thank you so much for the ask @sevensistersofsussex

choose violence ask game

#the vampire diaries #elena gilbert #elejah #elijah mikaelson #tvd #asks <3 #bonnie bennet #somehow both pro and anti bamon #katherine pierce #tatia #kelena

[elijahcml]

lemme go ahead and apologize for the amount of bullet train gifs im going to use

take a peak below

— basic

name: elijah carmichael. age / d.o.b.: 33 years. june 13, 1990. gender, pronouns & sexuality: cisgender man. he/him. bisexual. hometown: born in london, uk. living in nyc since age 14. afiliation: syndicate gang member. job position: con artist. education: high school graduate. relationship status: single. a lover of mingling. children: zero that he knows of. positive traits: curious. perceptive. chivalrous. quick-witted. spontaneous. negative traits: hedonistic. opportunistic. impulsive. jealous. selfish.

— bio  told in the form of a letter bc i was bored

october 17, 2010

elena,

sometimes i wish reality was akin to fiction; maybe then these fuckers wouldn’t have made me clean up the pencil marks on my cell wall. so i wanted to live out my fantasy of tallying the days i’ve been here like they do in the movies? big fucking deal. two years, four months, and ten days. eleven days? twelve? no idea. if only i had a way of keeping track of this…

which reminds me - is mum still going to her appointments? you know i adore her, but that specialist in manhattan cost a fuckton. i don’t spend my days staring at chipped paint and sidestepping escobar wannabes for her to stay home and drown in unwarranted guilt. she’s not the reason i’m here, she just can’t fucking see it. it was never about the money or lack of it - it’s the thrill. better than any high. more addicting than any drug. nothing compares to lies, elena. you can’t stop at one, you snowball. i’m elijah, but i’m not. i’m from london, until i’m not. i can be anyone i want to be, all i have to do is say it. want it. believe it. fucking hell, it’s a madness, i know. 

i guess i’ll save you both the pain of being without the family’s pride and joy (me, you know, the one wearing an orange suit and writing this very letter from inside a glorified cage) for much longer and tell you…i’m getting out of here, baby sister. and before you panic yourself into another attack, no, i’m not recreating my own version of prison break. 

i met someone who needed a favor, and i cashed one in return. 

keep missing me, or don’t. 

but we both know you do.

yours truly,

eli

— wanted connections/plots

will update when my brain decides to work. give me drama, give me love, give me heartbreak, give me enemies, i want it all.

and i am always, always, always, looking for connections. so, if you think he fits for your chara, let me know!

#wb.intro

[heartbreakgrill]

kol mikaelson; best friend’s brother pt. 5- don’t blame me.

“oh, lord, save me. my drug is my baby i’ll be using for the rest of my life.

a/n: oooookay 😂 one more part after this? no promises? this chapter is cool and i like it but be warned it’s semi boring.

@fitzs-trained-monkey @fandomrulesall-blog @princess-charming-01

i was shunned.

it had been two months and i hadn't heard from rebekah. she'd stopped coming to school the day directly after her discovery. she texted caroline, informing her she wasn't going to be apart of the cheer team anymore. she was even respectful enough to return the uniform to her.

but she wouldn't answer any of my texts or calls.

i stared longingly at her usual desk in each and every class. paying attention was difficult when there was a newfound hole in my heart. i'd never been so close to somebody before, especially in such a small time frame. and suddenly she was gone.

all because of me.

i took up more shifts at the grill and was on the precipice of full-time. caroline, bonnie, and elena started having me over more often. but i excluded myself from supernatural conflicts. it's not like i had offered any good skills anyways.

it was better this way, i told myself.

elena would make jokes about how it was good i had decided to stop seeing rebekah. like i'd had a choice.

"i'm sure it was fun sometimes, but god, i would be sick to my stomach with fear," elena remarked, tossing popcorn into her mouth.

it was a friday night after the last football game of my entire life. a moment i should've gotten to share with rebekah.

i smiled, tight lipped. "yeah."

no.

i missed it.

it felt more normal than this.

movie marathons, making fun of romantic scripts. stuffing our faces with pizza and popcorn and soda. swimming until 3am, listening to one direction. a guaranteed 'ride' home from school everyday.

fuck, i'd even finally gotten my license. my mom started taking me out to practice with my learner's permit and, after a few weeks, i passed the test with flying colors. all my hours at the grill over the past two years made up enough money for a down payment on a decent car. i wished rebekah was in the passenger seat every time i left school. vamping was fun- but i had the entire world at my tires now. with no one to see it with.

though i did miss her vamping me everywhere. it always led to a laugh, a new happy  memory to be shared between the two of us.

there would no more of those.

i'd gone to the house numerous times, of course. i'd waited a month to do so, afraid that if i came too soon, it would slice open the wound and pour lemon on the cut. the first time, i'd waited on the porch for ten minutes, fingers nervously playing with my lanyard. rebekah always joked that she would buy me a keychain whenever i got my license. she wanted to be the first one to do so.

but i'd had to buy my own.

i knocked, eventually. klaus opened the door. he smiled sadly, down at me.

"hello, love," he nodded once. affirming the situation. it was as bad as i thought.

"i-" i shut my mouth tightly. my voice was weak. "is rebekah here?"

klaus shook his head, left to right, "she left."

my heart sunk a little further. i was afraid it would drop out of me if it went any further. "where'd she go?"

left? the house? the family? the state? life itself? had klaus daggered her? had she decided to tap out of it all?

klaus leaned against the frame, crossed his arms. "my family founded new orleans, a long, long time ago. we had a house- a compound there. elijah thought it might be a good idea for us to leave mystic falls behind and start over. rebekah finalized that decision after- you."

tears welled up in my eyes. i quickly brushed my fingers against my cheeks, soaking up the water there. it kept coming though, and i sniffled at the flood. "oh. ok. i'm sorry- sorry to have come."

i went to leave, but klaus caught my wrist in his hand. he looked down at me, pitifully. his pupils were rounded out with compassion. that was the klaus caroline saw. that humanity. he pulled me into a hug.

it wasn't awkward or tense. i sunk into his arms, and the tears flowed from my eyes. he held me gently, one hand at my back, the other at the nape of my neck. his fingers were soothing on my skin, comforting me back from the ledge. eventually, i pulled away, flashing an embarrassed smile.

"um," i gulped, "when you see her, will..."

klaus nodded encouragingly. "it may take a while, but she'll hear you eventually. i can't promise forgiveness or the chance to move forward. she's stubborn. but she does love you. always and forever."

i shut my eyes tightly, a shaky breath reaching the bottom of my stomach. "thank you."

the other times i went, the house was empty. i just wanted to soak in the memories there, the smell of the garden, the chlorine of the pool, the aura of rebekah's room. i stood on the porch, staring at the door, willing it to unlock. then, i saw a envelope, sticking out from underneath a rock on the porch. my name was on the front, in a beautiful, cursive writing. it was heavier than an envelope of its size should be.

i quickly tore it open, careful not to rip the thick packet of papers inside. a letter from klaus was enclosed, along with a key, and that packet.

"dearest y/n,

i have enclosed the deed to our home here in mystic falls and in new orleans. i put them in your name. i didn't want to sell this one, in case my family wants to one day return. but i additionally wanted you to have it. i hope it's consolation, though it's not enough for what you've gone through since the supernatural first knocked on your door. the second is so we have a reason for unwanted to not be able to come in. i hope it's ok if i call you, need i your invitation.

below is the address of our compound in new orleans and my new cell phone number. one day, i hope we see you again. you are a mikaelson now, no matter what happens.

affectionately, klaus.'

i tipped the envelope and the key dropped into my hand and a necklace fell to the porch. i picked it up, hands beginnig to shake when i saw the mikaelson seal branded on its charm.

i burst into tears again.

–

kol was a different story.

for a week after, he came to see me. after school, walks home from the grill, a trip or two out to our over look. it was tense at times, especially when one of us would bring up the issue at hand. but we tried to push through. if i had been completely abandoned, i didn't know if i would've been able to move on so well. not that i was moving on at all.

then, after a week, he started making excuses. i waited for an hour after my shift at the grill one night. he never showed. so i walked home, wishing my drivers test would come sooner. it happened again later in the week. i waited twenty minutes.

at that fridays football game, i looked for his face in the crowd. he was nowhere to be seen. i texted him, called him. he sent back excuses, apologies that were empty. i'm sure rebekah was threatening him, and he felt pressured- but what about me? he'd roped me into this mess, and now he was leaving me on the side of the road. he was breaking the trust if built, brick by dirty brick.

eventually, his responses stopped. i cried myself to sleep two nights in a row when i realized he was never going to come to my window again. and when klaus told me they were moving, i stuffed kol's hoodie in the back of my closet, his boxers in a drawer somewhere.

movie tickets, a pressed flower, a polaroid of him. it was empty romance now. a hopeless dream i had once wished and was now paying for.

i should've known.

rebekah had been wrong. i never needed this- a hurricane, disrupting my life when it was just getting great. what lesson would i learn? that i was a shitty friend? that i was vulnerable and stupid and fucking hopeless.

when i got my license, i drove myself out to the cliff. i wore his hoodie, hoping it would bring me a sense of closure. i sat on the open trunk of my car, clutching the necklace around my throat. i hid it under my shirt everyday. it was still valuable to me. it made me feel a little better.

tears wallowed down my face, sobs threatening to burst through my mouth. i put in my headphones and listened to his songs, his favorite lyrics. the 1975 was truly meant for douche bags like him.

i sat silently, staring at the full moon, howling down at me like it was humorous, this barren moment. here i was, alone. where we had once been together.

in every way.

i swear i heard a twig snap from the woods. i jumped off the trunk, spinning around to face whatever danger was there.

"hello?" i peered into the darkness, tired and afraid. i pulled a headphone from my ear.

a shadow moved along the tree line and my eyes snapped towards it. it dissipated as moonlight streaked across the trees.

someone had been there. or maybe it was a trick in my head.

i went home.

life moved on.

fall bled into winter, but the only real change in the days was the bitter cold that came some nights. it snowed, only sometimes, and i relished in the excuse to skip school, work, to just lay in bed. i carried my chair to the balcony some times, sat there and watched the snow fall around me. i'd shiver under a blanket, and get a cold every once and awhile. but it felt good to freeze.

i was a walking cliche for some months. until i let myself thaw a little. caroline and i became closer friends. it began one day after school, when i was at my locker. she offered for me to come with her, elena, and bonnie to a tour of white more college. i declined. she asked why. i shrugged.

"are you.." i watched her take a deep breath. her brows furrowed. she frowned. "y/n...are you okay? god, how has nobody noticed how- i'm so sorry."

she latched onto me, hugging me tightly to her chest. my eyes watered a bit.

"it's fine, care," i pushed off of her. i felt like i was choking. "there's bigger issues in the world than my broken heart."

"no, god, y/n..." she sighed, "you lost your best friend and your...boyfriend? you lost kol all within the span of a month. i don't know what happened between you two, but i do remember that night- rebekah's party. you had feelings for him. and he left you. what happened?"

i shut my locker, crossed my arms over my chest, "i don't know. they moved to new orleans. i guess i was too heavy of baggage to pack."

caroline shook her head, "no, don't say that. that's not true. hey- screw bonnie and elena. why don't we go out tonight? get drunk at some random bar, cry over tequila shots and dance with small-town 7 looking boys?"

i let myself laugh for the first time in a long time. i nodded, "sure. that sounds...fun, actually."

hours later; i was dressed up in the tiniest black piece of cloth, wearing a pair of caroline's heels that made my feet groan when i walked. i let her curl my hair, do my makeup. all of it took too much energy- but i needed to stop moping. i needed to close the chapter on mourning and start writing the one for healing.

i needed to start getting ready for graduation. prepare to spend my last summer as a kid in my hometown.

the mikaelsons weren't going to ruin my life. not my senior year.

i threw my head back, a tequila shot burning down my throat. i coughed into my elbow slightly, looking at Caroline with a grin. she cheered as i slammed the glass back onto the bar.

the music blared in my ears, another 2000s pop hit that was only fun to listen to in bars like this. we danced, drank stuff she compelled out of the bartender, and i sat and watched as she flirted with two boys.

they came over to us and she looked to me, "let's go dance with them! fuck kol!"

i shook my head, laughing, "no, thanks. you go, have fun!"

i slid off the bar stool. she frowned at me, but shrugged. "if you insist!"

i watched her escape to the dance floor with the two boys. they fell into the crowd easily, dancing perfectly on beat to the miley cyrus song. i glanced around the crowd, at the different dancers taking up the space in the bar. my eyes fell over the face of a brown-headed boy. his hair fell in perfect swoops on his head, curling slightly at the nape of his neck.

my heart beat skipped as he turned towards me, laughing with his friends. there were crinkles in his cheeks, white teeth gleaming between rosy pink lips. my gaze flickered to his eyes, shining bright chocolate in the dimmed lighting in the bar.

i thought i was going to puke.

i stumbled out the back door of the bar, bracing my hands on the brick wall by the dumpster. it was freezing outside and goosebumps immediately prickled at my skin. i tucked my hair behind my ears furiously, taking deep, stubborn breaths.

i needed to hear his voice. i needed- needed something from him. an echo. a memory.

i pulled out my phone, quickly dialing the number i had memorized.

and he answered.

"kol?" i nearly sobbed, tears flecking down my face, smearing my mascara.

there was nothing but silence on the other end of the line.

then i heard a shuffle. my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

"kol," i breathed, "i know you're t-there. i k- why did you leave me? why did you just leave me here to deal with this mess? you said that i meant something to you, and then you just left. who does that? i-i put everything on the line for you! i put my trust in you! and you fucking left me! you kno-"

my voice cracked, and a sob burst through my lips. "i think i-"

i set my hand against the wall, my shoulder brushing up against it as a cry wracked my body.

"i think i might have loved you."

i heard another shuffle on his end.

"but, i guess i'll just let that go. i hope that you're okay- you deserve to be okay, even though you left me here. alone. i'm going to say goodbye even though you didn't give that to me. goodbye, kol. i miss you."

i hung up. he wasn't going to talk anyways.

taking a deep breath, i threw my phone across the narrow alleyway because of a burst of anger. it hit the wall, broke into pieces.

it was time to let it go anyways.

–

5 months passed.

i was sitting on the couch in the salvatore boarding house. caroline sat beside me, annoyed, with her arms crossed over her chest.

i popped another grape in my mouth, the plastic baggy in my hand crinkling. "sure you don't want a grape?"

caroline rolled her eyes with a huff. "i want to go get ready to graduate high school- not sit here and wait for damon to solve this weeks crisis."

i rose my brows in surprise, chewed on another grape. "forget i asked."

i wasn't exactly 100% sure what was happening: though i'd grown back into this friend group, and simultaneously gotten involved in a few conflicts here and there, i wasn't always up to date on the news. i tried to stay on the sidelines, as per usual, especially after i was almost killed two months ago.

being close with caroline, meant getting close with the entire group. which, now, was fine. two months ago, it was overwhelming. one minute, i had been with her at the local mall. shopping. the next, i was tied up in some back-alley, abandoned store, with a head wound and a knife in my stomach.

i still don't remember much from that day. but i do remember jeremy.

he had stormed in, to my recuse, only a few hours after i'd been kidnapped by some big shot vampire with a grudge against stefan. jeremy had prioritized me. bonnie had done a locator spell and, instead of waiting for a negotiation, he came and got me.

caroline was there beside him. she took out the enemy and then offered me her blood. i denied it for the first time in my life. i'd never been in this situation before. but i knew the potential consequences of healing quickly like that.

i chose the hospital.

i let jeremy untie the ropes, carefully pick me up, and carry me to the ER. he sat with me for three days- there even when even my mother and father weren't.

he held my hand, soothed my headaches, and made sure i was always stocked up on cafeteria jello.

that's when i felt the hole in my heart stitch up. that's when i fully started to like waking up again. when i was noticed again, when my existence mattered. when i had someone to listen to me ramble about my night at work, someone to cheer me on at basketball games when i was cheering on our team.

when i had someone there to hold me, to soothe the ache away. to fill the void. someone who wasn't fleeting. someone who wasn't dangerous and bad.

the door to the boarding house flung upon. damon sauntered in, heading straight for the whiskey bottle. elena, jeremy, and bonnie followed behind him. bonnie looked exhausted. elena had blood on her shirt. and jeremy's shoulders dropped in exhaustion as he set down the heavy duffel bag of vampire weapons.

i looked to his kind brown eyes, and watched them light up as he met mine. i stood from my seat, feeling pulled towards him. the others dropped out of my vision, out of my focus, as i reached for his face with gentle hands. my stomach did flutter with some kind of feeling for him. it wasn't as strong, as passionate. but it was there.

"are you okay?" i comforted, examining him for wounds.

his hands came to rest at my back. "yeah, i'm good. elena and damon got to em before i could."

"good," i let out a deep breath. "that's good."

jeremy hugged me tight. i closed my eyes, resting my head in the crook of his neck. i breathed in his scent. i relished being held. i relished having someone to care and worry for like this.

it wasn't jeremy's fault i didn't care that it was him.

because if he stayed silent long enough, i could pretend, for even a second, that he was a different body under my touch. that his songs were different when they played in the car, that he took me on more emotionally connecting dates than the grill.

i did care about him. i always had. i'd known jeremy since i was ten, he was 8. my family just moved to mystic falls. and elena, bonnie, and caroline became my friends. frequent sleepovers were spent at the gilbert house. and jeremy was the lame little brother who, i guess, secretly harbored a crush on me for years.

each time he'd died over the past two years, i had cried. i'd mourned him at his funerals, was hopefull when he'd returned from the dead. because i cared for him.

but, now, i was standing on the edge of a cliff. he had jumped a long, long time ago. my feet were hanging off of the ledge- and i couldn't bring myself to let go of the sky holding me up.

i felt my heart tear open a bit, felt the bleeding start. i pulled away, hands beginning to shake.

because, though i had thawed from my icy regret, i was still soaking wet from the past

jeremy let go, but his eyes turned down in concern, "what's wrong?"

i brushed my hair behind my ear and gave a pathetically fake smile. "nothing. i was just worried."

i turned to caroline, who was now standing, anxiously wanting to just leave already. i was right there with her. sometimes, i could handle dancing on the precipice with jeremy. sometimes his eyes would glitter just the way kol's had, and i wouldn't be able to breathe.

just now, i had caught a scent similar to kol's cologne. and i needed out. 

"care?" i called out.

she met my gaze, her eyes fierce with precision, "we have exactly three hours and 35 minutes until they call our names out on that football field. if we leave now, and get back to your place, we'll have three hours and 20 minutes. it takes an hour to curl my hair- then an hour to do yours-"

"care!" i interrupted, annoyed. "get in the car and let's go."

her eyes slammed shut as she took a deep, grounding breath. "alright," she opened her gaze, "let's go graduate!"

we bid adieu to our friends. jeremy walked us out to my car, caroline following ahead of us. jeremy held my hand sweetly, thumb brushing against the skin on the back of my hand.

i watched caroline climb into the passenger seat as we passed through the front door. i stopped in my tracks, pulling jeremy to a halt beside me.

he glanced down at me, smiling, "how ya feeling?"

i shrugged, "like a high school graduate."

he snickered. "not quite yet. give it a few hours."

i crinkled my nose with a small giggle. "i'll see you out at the stadium?"

"yeah," he nodded. jeremy looped an arm around my waist. he leaned down, placed a sweet kiss on my lips.

my eyes fell shut, and i appreciated in the physical affection. but my brain flickered with images.

i could never forget, no matter how far i moved on.

i tugged away. i always did first.

i was a shitty person. but i couldn't be alone again.

jeremy grinned at me as i waved goodbye.

within ten minutes, caroline was curling my hair while i did my makeup. she played music on her phone, a compilation of songs from when we were younger. it made us both emotional, and i'd had to redo my mascara three times.

rebekah should've been there. i loved caroline. i was grateful i'd gained her out of the mess of the past few months. but rebekah was supposed to be there, in my room, playing one direction, straightening my hair, probably. she should've been there, complaining about four more years of school- something she secretly enjoyed. dressing up a beautiful white dress, adorning her graduation gown with medals and sashes.

days like today were sensitive for me, i guess.

when i was done, caroline sat my vanity and started on herself. i changed into my white dress, and plopped on my bed to lace up my heels. but, i heard my mom call my name from downstairs. i padded, barefoot, into the hall, with furrowed brows.

leaning over the steps, i yelled down to her, "what?"

"there's someone at the door for you!"

i straightened up, confusion washing over my face. my fingers reached for my neck, for a necklace- the necklace- to tug at. it was a nervous habit. something soothing in moments of uncertainty.

but i'd stopped wearing it whenever i'd gotten back with my friends. i didn't ever think they'd be comfortable with that idea of who i had been associated for those three months. for some reason, they couldn't see the mikaelsons how i did.

besides caroline, none of them even knew about kol. they just thought rebekah had done what every other mikaelson always does- abandoned loyalty. abandoned me, destroyed my happiness for the sake of power or blood.

little did they know.

my fingers met the chain of a necklace my mother had bought me as a present for today. i tugged at it as i descended the stairs. it still brought some comfort.

i turned at the bottom of the stairs, to face the door. my mother stood beside it, hand dangling off of the knob as she spoke to the person on our porch. my eyes wandered away from her figure, and to the boy standing in the doorway.

my heart hammered in my chest. i flushed red, out of excitement and worry. his eyes peeled away from my mother's, a brilliant grin dancing on his face. my mom turned, following his eyes. he held two large bouquets of roses, one pink, one white.

my mom smiled at me, "she's here! you have a visitor, y/n."

she walked past me, frozen at the bottom of the steps, and squeezed my shoulder encouragingly. she knew i hated talking to people. if only she knew...

when the door to her office squeaked shut, i finally spoke. "klaus?" i squeaked out. i managed to put a foot out in front of me, attempted to pull myself toward. my hands fell off of the banister, slack at my sides.

his smile widened, "hello, love. may i come in?"

i stopped at the door. my jaw was hung open. "what are you doing here?"

he offered the pink bouquet of flowers. "i wanted to you see you graduate. one of us should be here."

i took the bouquet from him, eyes widening at the gorgeous dozen of roses. i wanted to cry a little bit at the thoughtful gesture, but i swallowed my feelings. i couldn't let myself go like that again.

"thank you," i held them like a baby in my arms. "uh, please, come in."

klaus stepped inside as the magical barrier fell. i shut the door. he looked around, admiring the inside of my house. i watched him carefully, trying to examine any ulterior motives. not that he would do anything bad. but had something happened? was he here to deliver news? good news?

"why are you here?" klaus turned to my voice.

he crossed his hands in front of him, "to see you graduate."

i rose my brows, pursed my lips. "that's it?"

klaus let out a small chuckle, head falling forward. "can it wait until after? after youre done?"

i shook my head, hugging the roses tighter. "tell me. please."

my lip wobbled as he looked to me. his eyes swam with worry, sadness. bad news.

i bit down on my lip.

"rebekah has turned off her humanity,” he barely whispered.

i swallowed thickly, tears falling freely down my cheeks. "um-"

the floor creaked on the stairs. both our heads whipped towards the sound. caroline stared down at us, concerned.

"klaus? what the hell is going on?" she clutched the banister. she looked dreadful.

i brushed hair behind my ear, "here. uh, let's go up to my room."

he followed behind me up the steps, the old wood freaking beneath our feet. i couldn't help but notice him peer at caroline, sweetly, slyly, with the flicker of a cheeky smirk on his lips. she rolled her eyes- but i saw the red dance along her cheeks when he walked past.

i shut my door behind us with a click. then, i took a seat on the edge of my bed. my legs were shaking, and i couldn't trust myself to stand. caroline sat back at the vanity, continuing her makeup, hesitantly. she never could waste a single second, but she listened intently.

klaus looked around my room, admiring the decorations. his eyes fell on a picture frame on my desk. he walked over to it, picked it up gingerly.

"rebekah wasn’t doing well after…well, you know…”"

i felt sick. i hugged my stomach as if that would hold my together.

klaus continued, admiring the picture frame with a small smile. "she was at her worst, y/n. do you remember that diner that was slaughtered on the edge of town back in october?"

i nodded. caroline let out a little breath, a bit of shock.

klaus hummed, “that was our girl. part of the reason elijah suggest we leave mystic falls, was because rebekah was drawing eyes onto our family. we narrowly avoided our house being burnt down. that’s when i transferred it to your possession. and we finally decided it was time to leave. in louisiana, rebekah was murdering by the dozens. when confronted, she’d get hostile. threaten all of us with daggers, a white oak stake shed somehow come into possession of. she nearly killed kol-“

i shuddered. caroline was brushing eyeshadow across her lids when she saw me sob into my hand through the reflection of the mirror. she quickly set the brush down, vamped next to me on the bed.

i fell into her embrace. she looked to klaus, "maybe use less descriptive words, yeah?"

klaus shook his head, "kol fled. he was missing for three months. when he returned, she daggered him. i’ve kept him under just until we’ve got her under control. his bodies hidden, far from her influence. then, we managed to corner her one night. we were going to dagger her. that was my sister’s tipping point. and we watched as she shut down. she shut it off. rebekah went missing for another two months. finn just found her in paris. she was- she was worse, if at all possible. elijah and i managed to dagger her. we transported her back to our compound. shackled her, let her wake up."

caroline grabbed a tissue off my bedside table. she dabbed at my wet cheeks carefully. i sniffled.

klaus finished up, "i know daggering her for a hundred years would be easier. but i'm done punishing my family for what my mother did to us. i want to save her- i want to help her. she deserves that from me. but i need your help."

my eyes fell to the floor, as if answers lay there within the cracks of wood. i had to go. i had to help bring rebekah back. i had to be the glue for this fucked up family. with a gulp, i joked, "at least i won't be missing any school."

caroline giggled sadly. she brushed the hair away from my face, attempting to soothe me down. klaus stared at the picture frame. he carefully set it back down on the desk. rebekah and i smiled into the camera, dressed in our cheer uniforms. i peered at it, more tears clouding my vision. she was my twin flame, i just knew it. she was the best friend i’d ever had.

and she needed me. even if she didn’t know it.

"i have a room ready for you. a plane ticket for later tonight. i can have your things packed while you're gone."

i nodded. i stood, confidently this time, from my bed. my knees still shook as i said, "okay. let's do this."

the rest of the day flew by- not in the good way i thought it would, though. i attempted to smile my way through the ceremony, faking cheeriness in the endless photos with my family. i kissed jeremy, pretending like what we had was good, that things weren't going to change- that they had ever done so in the first place.

i didn't tell anyone. not my mother- who sobbed into a tissue the whole day- not jeremy- who'd bought me flowers, a bracelet. i let him clasp onto my wrist happily, kissed him in return for the gift. at the dinner my parents took us to, i let him make plans for our summer together. a camping trip in june, my mothers talks of move in day in august. i didn't even know where i'd be tomorrow, let alone september. college was going to be put on hold.

when the night was finally over, i decided to go to ‘bed’ early. i walked jeremy to the front door. leaning against the staircase, i watched as he slinked his jacket on. he ruffled the hair atop his head, messy locks from the long day.

my parents laughed in the living room, at some comedy on the television. i looked in their direction, lips sucked between my teeth. they were shaking.

i turned back to jeremy. he grinned at me, reached out for my waist. i fell into his embrace. he felt comfortable, safe. he would always be the better choice, i knew that. he represented everything that was good for me- home, familiarity, normalcy. because he was pure and easy.

i could learn to love him if i stayed. i could push myself off that cliff. i really could see myself choosing this path. because it was correct, on the balance scale of good and evil. his side would always win.

but i knew that would never happen. i could- but i didn't want to. i knew this trip, this journey back into the lives of the mikaelsons, was going to change my life forever. these final moments, in the front room of my childhood home, were my final ones as a human, teenage girl. the air was shifting- change was coming.

time was fleeting. and i had to go.

our fates did not match. i knew it deep in my soul. he was meant for this- a small-town, siding with the good guys, always winning. i wasn’t. i never had been.

i didn’t want that.

jeremy pulled back, hand sliding up to my cheek, holding my face delicately. his brown eyes were lit up, gentle and kind. there was so much goodness inside of him. his lips were moving, "i love you."

my brows curled up, sympathy covering my expression. my chest burned. my heart ached. this could be so easy, "i love you."

but i never wanted easy.

i wanted to have to fight for it. i wanted it to matter so much because it cost me my blood, maybe my life. life was precious, and we in mystic falls took it for granted too often. the mikaelson’s never did that. they never wasted a breath.

that was the kind of girl i had grown to be. all this time i had been avoiding supernatural conflicts, but now i was ready to solve them. ready to help- ready to lay it all down.

for love. for life.

i walked up to my room. klaus and caroline were there, waiting for me. i handed caroline three envelopes- three letters. my explanation. reasons. the tension in the room felt like i would never come back to this house. and, if i did, it would not be for a very long time.

at the gate for our flight, caroline held me tighter than i'd ever been hugged. she promised to call, made me promise that i wouldn't fall off the face of the earth. something in her eyes was lit anew- some kind of understanding, some fervent belief about me. about this.

i sat by the window on the plane, turned my body away from klaus. i watched my little town float down from beneath me, the plane rumbling up and away with intensity.

the mikaelson's needed me.

it was the first time in my life i'd ever felt that. usefulness- purpose. to care for, glue together, repair a family so broken. i didn't know why destiny had chosen me to be the one to bring them together. maybe it was my humanity, my ability to connect with life because i was living it- something. they all shared a compassion for me, and i them, that brought them together. though rebekah and kol's were misconstrued, i knew they could find peace. with my help.

as soon as we brought rebekah back. i didn't know if she'd see me and snap back into reality, but knowing her- she'd fight.

but when she'd come back, i knew it would heal. i knew she would finally break, finally forgive and hear me. it would patch my poorly stitched heart. life would be full again. even if i had to let kol go, fully, i knew a treaty could be drafted.

mystic falls was not my home. it had never felt like it. it never would. caroline was my friend- i cared for all of them. but they were not my family. my choice lay elsewhere.

i tugged on my necklace. the m gleamed under the dim lighting of the airplane bulbs.

i had a family. they were waiting for me to come back. they were waiting for me.

#elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x you #rebekah mikaelson #the originals #the originals x reader #the originals x y/n

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How Many Times?

AO3: How Many Times? - AnonymousObsesser - The Vampire Diaries (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Summary: Elena dies. And dies. And dies.

A/N: I swear I'm working on other stuff. Found this in my drafts and fixed it up a little. Hope yall enjoy this while you wait. All my love. --AO

Let me know what you think. Should I continue or leave it?

Tags: Elena/Eljah, Elena Gilbert, Elijah Mikaelson, Reincarnation, Time Travel, Be Careful What You Wish For, Elena Gilbert-centric, How Do I Tag, Temporary Character Death, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder – PTSD, Mental Breakdown, Brainwashing, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Protective Elijah Mikaelson, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, basically a manwha regression thing, Elena will suffer, i love her but i had to do it, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I Can't Believe I Wrote This, dying and regressing, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, okay actually she kills him but time travel so it doesnt last, what i mean is they are healthier than everything else

How Many Times?

She dies from old age. Married to her high school sweetheart turned Mayor Matt Donovan, white picket fence, four children, seven grandchildren, one great-grandchild. She never knew anything outside of Mystic Falls, never left Virginia--college at Whitmore in McKinley, Medical School and internship in Charlottesville, Residency and Fellowship in Norfolk, Attending at her father's practice back home. Born, raised, married, died.

Wakes up, sixteen again. Doesn't understand, goes along with Caroline and Bonnie to the end-of-semester bonfire. Has an epiphany halfway through that this is real, she came back, she can be free. Fights with Matt, leaves early, her parents die, she lives.

She dies of old age. Married to horror movie villain vampire turned hometown hero human Damon Salvatore. Two kids, one grandchild (three grandkittens). Rebuilt her father's practice, made it her own. Traveled to a few big cities along the way--Atlanta, Chicago, New York, New Orleans--but always goes home. She has blood on her hands, but believes she's a good person; knows Damon does, too, but believes that he is good in his heart. Watches her almost-stepsisters' grandchildren on the weekends, visits her almost-stepfather's grave alongside her brother-in-law's, her husband and ageless sister-in-law right by her side. Reborn, lives, dies, loves, dies, kills, lives, loves, dies, lives, sleeps, wakes, marries, dies.

Wakes up, sixteen again. Dies two weeks later by bluntforce trauma to the head from being thrown against a wall. Hears her mother's scream cut off with a gurgle.

Again. And again.

Wakes up. Dies the next night, her family's car a torched mess wrapped around a tree.

Wakes up. Dies by drowning.

Again again again.

Wakes up. Dies by strangulation after giving her secrets away to her former husband.

Wakes up. Dies by blood loss after giving her secrets away to her once epic love and tripping over a fallen branch, a twig going through her palm--he's on her before she can even scream.

Wakes up. Dies by broken neck when her former husband finds her with said epic love and loses his temper.

Again. Again. Again again again again again again again again again...

Wakes up. Convinces her parents to let her drive when they pick her up. They pass Damon--her father leaves for a so-called business trip four days later and never returns alive, his body returned in a casket with a gaping hole sewn shut. She knows why his body looks so wrong, veins in stark contrast to grey skin,  suspects her mother knows, too, confirmed when she disappears and returns just as dead, the brand of Augustine linking them beneath the earth. Her brother lashes out too much, too drunk-high-faded to control himself, doesn't know his own strength, and she's too upset, too off-balance, her vision to blurry and reflexes too slow to catch herself on the railing. Swears she remembers hearing her neck snap this time, her head cracking open, blood splattered over the wall.

Again.

Wakes up. Asks her parents about vampires, werewolves, Doppelgängers. Gets shocked and confused looks followed by a crash course on the family history, on hate and mistrust and bigotry, and wonders aloud why it has to be this way. They get frustrated when she doesn't understand, doesn't accept their views as her own. Take her to the Society, show her their pet vampire, make him compel her to leave the supernatural alone and trust them to know best. She takes a tour around college and dies at the hand of a vampire obsessed with her face--with the last woman who wore it.

Wakes up. Packs a bag. Clothes, shoes for running, both her and her brother's money socks (bakesales of two different kinds, plus holiday and birthday money, adds up to more than a thousand each, sorry sorry), no jewelry or electronics, no keepsakes, steals from her parents' vervain stash just in case. Escapes in the middle of the day, drives to the next town and ditches her aunt's car, boosting another, repeats until she gets to the state line--hitchhikes for two states, then rents a car and makes it to Georgia.

Almost has a heartattack when she runs into her ex-but-not-anymore, but it's just a Doppelgänger, not him. He's normal and sweet, and he offers to take her to the hospital when she appears to be having a psychotic break, then listens to her sob story about losing her parents and her husband and her children and takes her to a bar instead. This is where she meets a witch for the first time again. Asks about her Doppelgänger, magic, vampires, werewolves, curses; asks to be taught, trained, a request that is granted.

Her old friend slash first hybrid-but-not-anymore-not-yet finds her in Chicago five years later, not looking, surprised to see her. She wonders if it's really coincidence, if they have a connection that transcends timelines, if his other creator can find her, too. Thoughts are silenced when he delivers the news: her parents are dead, made a mistake with a vampire in their desperation to find her (the not-hybrid doesn't know anything, isn't even a wolf yet, but she reads between the lines of "animal attack when they were out of town following a lead"), her aunt left town and never looked back, teaches at Whitmore with her fiance, Jeremy overdosed the second he was left alone after the funeral, lays in a coma with his medical bills paid for by the town.

She dies from her own kind of overdose, one of magic. Her powers fry her, emotions too raw and uncontrolled, sucking the life out of everything around her until her skin turns pale, then red, then charcoal-grey. Her friend-not-friend-son-not-son screams in shock as she explodes.

Repeat, this time with a note left behind, don't look. Same witch, same training, same new acquaintances and more training. More magic flows through her veins than ever, but she's greeted with the same death when her parents find her and explain that her brother committed suicide by overdose, angry she left him behind. She's sad and guilty and angry they came for her, and she barely registers the wave of power in her ears until it's too late. They die together.

She wakes up. Breaks down. Crying and screaming, lashing out. Can't take the pressure--tells her brother everything, as if he can help. He doesn't, can't. Won't believe her, thinks she's messing with him or losing her mind or got into his stash or something. Their parents overheard it all, understand that it's the truth, but they can't accept it. She tries to explain, but it makes it worse--they don't try to compel her this time, apparently that's not enough. They take her away, lock her up in a cell.

She knows this place, remembers it; looks to the left, isn't surprised to see him. Her best friend's lover, and her lover's best friend. She cries and cries until she falls asleep. Wakes up to someone petting her hair through the bars of her cell, fingers combing out the tangles, braiding the edges from her face. Looks up, cries again, spills everything once more, this time to someone she's pretty sure won't say she's crazy. And he doesn't--he believes her. She cries and cries until she falls asleep, wakes up to find him dead, staked through the heart; it looks like he tried to protect her, and that makes it worse, because she knows they won't hurt her, won't kill her like that.

No, they hurt her in other ways. Her parents--not her parents--they torture her for days, months, years, she loses count. Try to brainwash her into working with them, for them, using her knowledge and their skills to wipe out the creatures they abhor. They bring her husband's head, the heart of her once epic love, the teeth of her not-son. Magic can stay, but killers cannot--they bring witches to warp her memories, her best friend with cold eyes, and she knows her former sister-in-law is dead for good, probably turned after she went missing and staked after that. The shock of knowledge is enough to break her mind, let the magic and the science inside to do what they please, and she becomes their weapon.

She dies by her hybrid killer's hands, his teeth in her neck yet again, but she knows a witch is behind him, waiting for the weakness to take over his body. She feels the explosion as she drifts on an ocean, dizzy, fading into black.

Wakes up. Brainwashing is still in effect, and now she has all the memories she needs to finish the mission. She does, with a precision and finesse that would make her ancestors proud, that would horrify beings millenia her senior. The eldest first, buried in a tomb, and his lover shipped across the world--then the young ones, the ones with simpler weaknesses, first the wolf, then the coffins, then him. He almost gets her, almost breaks through, with those dark eyes gazing at her like he knows.

But when she asks, Do you know who I am? all he can say is, I knew that you were coming, and I knew that you would save me for last, and I know that you are not Katerina, but no, I cannot say that I know who you are.

Even that is almost enough to bring her back, remembering him from lifetimes ago--could she be even older than him now, with all the regression? no. no, that was impossible, but she might be older than them, or even her--but he tries to strike when she's conflicted, and her reflexes are faster than her emotions. The stake goes in at the same moment he reaches for her face, clutching her with both hands. She watches as he grits his teeth, his flesh burning like embers rather than flames, and she can almost see her own memories in his head, watches the horror dawn alongside pain and pity and intrigue.

He laughs when his knees give out, blood spraying past his lips to splatter her, and she jumps; she wishes she could say it was the blood, the disgusting sight of his flesh flaking away, but it's not. She jumps because he laughs, and she's never heard that before--it's marred by the grotesque scene, muffled from the blood in his teeth, but it's still... something. Not pretty or beautiful or soothing. But something.

His grin is sharp but almost sad as he looks up at her, and as his body turns fully to ash, he tells her, Come find me next time. Tell me the truth, and I'll help you. Then he's gone.

And the world burns with him.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she'd always wondered if this might happen. If magic, especially Earth Magic, Nature Magic, might be more like science than witches could comprehend. Vampires had been part of the ecosystem, the biosphere, for centuries--they were around when life-expectancy and population were both low. A thousand years of adaptation from five to dozens to hundreds to thousands of them, only to be wiped out in a matter of days; it was an ecosystem's worst nightmare. Nature had adapted, people had not, and this destroys them both.

It starts with confusion--where did all the dead bodies come from? What disease is this? But they don't know, can't see vampirism in permanently-dead tissue, and witches refuse to come clean with humans. The death toll is larger than she expected, somewhere in the millions, and a chill runs down her spine as the witches cheer.

In just one year, overpopulation runs rampant, and whole nations begin starving. No space for new homes, so forests are leveled; the rich live underground, mansions sprawling beneath mountains.

Two years, three years, and water becomes scarce; rivers dry up, reservoirs disrupted. Humans begin getting sick, too sick to move, let alone work. Birthrates drop in big cities, then small towns, then all over. Businesses go under, followed by whole governments. More death, more desperation, more destruction.

Five years, and half of all animal species are extinct. Another decade, barely a quarter remains.

Nature rebels. Plants wither, whatever is left burns. Deserts where there were once lakes and forests, ocean levels drop, volcanos erupt. The world does not end slowly, over centuries or millenia--as it turns out, it doesn't take that long to starve to death when you're too weak to move. A vicious cycle of fatigue and starvation leading to more fatigue and starvation. Three decades after she finished her mission, she's one of only a handful of humans left scraping by.

She dies in fire, with no one to see it.

Wakes up. Fights the itch, the urge to start again, finish the mission. Finds her parents, tells them she'll be back; won't accept their love, their physical affection, can't if she wants to stay sane. She catches her brother's eye, sees his suspicion, grits her teeth and leaves; makes it to a hotel five towns over before she breaks down. It hurts to resist, hurts more than anything ever has, but she has to keep going. There's only one person who can help her now and she almost laughs as she thinks of their last meeting.

Come find me next time.

Can't use her phone, her family might track her before the job is done, asks a concierge instead. Ten minutes is all she needs--gives the guy fifty dollars to keep his mouth shut when he gives her a look that screams, Should I call the cops?

She calls. No answer. Leaves a message, hangs up. The concierge clears his throat, but she holds up a finger, staring at the phone in her hand. Exactly one minute later, it rings loudly--she grins, victorious and a little pained, and answers immediately. Two questions, three answers, and a click. She hands the phone back and goes to her room.

It hurts. She drinks. Her mind drifts to the mission--she breaks the little bottle and cuts her leg. The fog fades while the pain burns, and she's glad he's not here yet; she doubts he'd hurt her, or pay any mind at all, and he probably wouldn't ask outright, but he would wonder. Wonder what she was doing, and why. He'd help her wrap it up--wouldn't heal her, not if she didn't ask--and that touch would break her. Soft, gentle, professional. It would shatter her like the glass she still held, and she would spill everything, and that wasn't how she wanted to start the conversation. Not this time.

Next time, maybe. But not now.

He comes the next morning. Suit immaculate, hair not quite. His knock is concise--tap tap, that's it. She opens the door a second later, already at the door since six a.m., and it's now eight. He's not surprised by her face--one of her answers last night had told him as much--but his gaze drops to the makeshift sheet-bandage wrapped around her calf, and he's confused, but only for a moment, because then she speaks, and he has something else to wonder about.

I need you to help me fix my brain, she grits out. In return, you can see my memories. I'd also appreciate it if you would kill me when we're done.

Must I?

If you don't agree, I'll do it right now and go find someone else. But I think you'll agree to my terms.

How can you be so sure?

She grins, a little insane. Because my words don't make any sense, and you can't resist the desire to find out what they mean.

She watches him, knows he wants to ask, ask how she knows him like this--she doesn't, not really, she knows him better than most, yes, but that doesn't take much when he doesn't let people in as a general rule--but he leans in at exactly the wrong moment, and she feels the urge tugging at her gut again. Her feet move back, and she holds up a hand to ward him off when he follows.

Give me your word. She leans against the opposite wall with crossed arms, her nails digging into her arms with the effort of keeping still.

He passes through the door, shuts it, leans against it with a posture to mirror hers. His dark eyes observe her from head to toe, then meet hers with a sharpness she recognizes even before she feels the nudge--his mouth ticks up at the corner. You can't be compelled.

I can resist compulsion, she corrects with an irritated sigh. I am the one that decides who gets into my head. Do we have a deal?

He ponders it for a long moment. I have a condition, he says, which is as good as a yes when it comes to him, or them, because she doesn't care what the condition is.

She asks anyway. What is it?

Before I kill you, he says slowly--she sighs in relief--as he steps closer, I want the right to ask any questions I so desire to ask... A pause, and he tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear before tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. And after that, I want a favor.

A favor, she says slowly. But I'll be dead.

Well, he drawls. Then I suppose it will be a quick favor. His smile is miniscule but sharp. If you can agree to these terms, we have a deal.

She tilts her face away from his hand, eliminating contact but keeping her eyes on his. Then I guess we should get started, she says with a nod. Her eyes close, and her shoulders relax with the sigh she releases. We have a deal.

She sits down at the little table provided by the hotel, and he pulls the extra chair around to sit directly in front of her, their thighs interlocked with each other. Every minute shift in their seats presses their legs together, and she has to grit her teeth to keep the magic under her skin from surfacing. He asks her several questions in a perfunctory tone, very professional--what exactly does she want removed, why is it there, who put it there, can he touch her skin to keep their connection steady. She lets him touch her hand; her face would be better, but it's too intimate and leaves her hands free to do what they really want to do, which is kill him--it's not her that wants him dead, but her mind and body. Something in the way she twitches must alert him to this fact, because he grabs her hands between his and looks into her eyes with no hesitation.

By the end of it, she feels relaxed for the first time since her husband's best friend died for her; there's no more pain, no more itch. She feels calm.

He isn't, though. Calm, that is. He's still--eerily so, not even blinking or breathing, as far as she can see. His gaze is the only sense of life on him, filled not with void but with pain and horror. It's clear he's disgusted, but when she tries to pull her hands away, to run from him in shame, he pulls her close, gripping her shoulders.

What happened to you?

Unbidden, her eyes fill with tears. I died, is what she says.

She moves his hands to her face and pushes, forcing the memories to float between them--watches as they're sucked into the black chasm of his gaze, as said gaze gets wider and wider with horror as he watches it all play out before him. Hundreds of lives, some short and some long; some including his brother, others her many lovers, only two before this with he himself in any capacity.

He says, Did you ever trust me? But he knows the answer.

I trusted you from the very first deal, she whispers. But everyone that I told either didn't believe me or just killed me. I didn't want... I don't think I could have survived if you did, too.

He's seen it in her mind--she loved him, at least in some capacity, in the first life they met. She might still, even, but she's broken in ways that can't be fully healed, not by him or anyone. And she feels guilty for all of it: for loving two, three, four people at once, for killing people, for killing him and his family, for hating the people that raised her, for not saving the people she loves that love her, for being selfish at the end of her first life and wishing for something she'd never had.

Five centuries, give or take. Five hundred years of guilt, and it reminds him of his family, of himself.

He asks her a hundred questions, pushes her for exactness, digs through her memories for every emotion, every thought, every compulsion placed on her; he asks and asks and tears at her psyche until she breaks down and repeats it all, shows him every piece of her, and then he asks for a favor. The same favor, and she knows he says it this way on purpose because he's seen her memory of the past.

Come find me next time. He tilts her chin with both hands, his gaze pleading. When you wake up, find me. Don't go to anyone else, don't ask questions, don't run away from it all. Just come to me. I will save you, if it's the last thing I do.

More tears trickle down her cheeks. I'll have to go through this again, then. She doesn't care, not exactly, but it hurts too much to be fully okay with it.

No, he insists. Don't tell me everything, but tell me the truth. Give me a glimpse, but don't hurt yourself. Can you do that?

Yes, she manages to whisper. But why do you care? Why do you want... to save me?

For the first time in her many lives, he hesitates to speak the truth. Because... I think I loved you. And I'm incapable of abandoning those that I love when they are in such immense pain.

But you want to kill your brother.

Only because I believed he destroyed the family we shared. Family is his only redemption, and as I thought he had buried them at sea... Well. If he could so easily abandon them, then the last of his morality is already gone. I believed him a true monster.

She sighed softly. But anyone who is capable of love is capable of being saved. Her eyes filled with tears again. She used to say that all the time. It's how she forgave my husband. She sniffled. But I can't. I'll never forgive him--them. The brothers... how many times have I died by them? By their sire. And my sister, she died, too. On the inside, and then temporarily, and then permanently. Over and over and over.

There was even a time she herself had killed the blonde, if only to put her out of her misery. She'd forgotten about that particular life, or perhaps buried it purposefully; the one time she managed to avoid her husband by seeking out her twin along with her sweet sisters. The blonde had turned alongside her, only to be bitten by her once-upon-a-time-wolf-boyfriend by accident. She'd held the blonde's heart in her hand, crushing it as tears ran down her face and the blonde begged for her mother to read her a fairytale.

Her life had ended shortly after, the witch unable to control her grief and she unable to run from it under the weight of her guilt. It was the only time she actively killed either of her sisters.

Another sob ripped through her chest. I can't even forgive myself. I destroyed the world. And I might do it again.

He shook his head. You won't. His hand curled in her hair. As you destroyed, so you will save. I will help you, if you allow it. But you have the power to do anything you wish. Forgive, forget, destroy, save. It is up to you.

What did I do to deserve this? she cried. I never would have made a wish if I knew it would never end.

You know what they say about wishing, he mused gently.

A hysterical laugh bubbled up her throat and past her lips. Yeah. She gazed up at him, wiping her face with a sleeve. Is... Is that your favor? Telling you again?

She watches him swallow, looking at her with that analyzing, calculating, contemplating gaze. No, he says finally. I don't want to force you. Tell me if you want, or keep it to yourself. It's your trauma, and yours alone.

She blinks in confusion. Then... what do you want?

He smiles. Please save me.

Another blink. From what?

A deep sadness crosses his face, flickers in his eyes, before it disappears as he leans closer. His lips press against her forehead in a featherlight touch, palms a gentle collar around her neck.

From myself.

There is no pain, and she does not hear it as her spine snaps in his hands. She dies in the beat from one second to the next.

And she wakes.

#elijah mikaelson #elejah #elena gilbert #elijah x elena #fanfic #my writing #will i continue? should i?

[transformerswoc]

ROTB and Black Women's Rep

I know there is a lot of negative talk/critique about the women in ROTB, but I wanted to just share as a black genderfluid person, how liberating at least it has been to me to see actual black women portrayed well in a live action tf movie. I understand to a lot of people, the antiblackness that was always a common staple in live actions transformers history, didn’t impact them but it impacted me. And it’s lack of black women, yet making black women (and people) caricatures at any chance they got, was also really upsetting to me. And the way women in the bay films were treated in general was bad.

Rotb was important to me as a black woman fan because for once, we got to see a whole female cast dominated by black women which is rare, if not unheard of for transformers live action media. And they were all given respectful narratives, not made into caricatures and given a chance to shine. A lot of people have made comments about how rotb’s portrayal of women was awful, or how women were failed, and I understand that perspective. I also do not think that by any means, ROTB was perfect in its portrayal of women.

What I do believe however, is that tf live action portrayals of women have come a long way since the bay films. But for people who are not black women, they may not understand nor care about the importance of for once, seeing black women and culture taken seriously on the big screen. The black female characters, in my opinion, were written well. They were given nuance, a respectful narrative and weren’t jokes, caricatures or canon fodder. Elena, the first black live action human, was a breath of fresh air away from what we were used to. She wasn’t white, shy wasn’t super skinny and she didn’t exist as a sex object or a point of romance. She was smart, she also showed us a very real example of microaggressions and racism black women need to face in the work place. Yet, that wasn’t made into a joke, and she was taken seriously by alien life forms when her white female boss ignored her.

And that’s  just something refreshing. We have a black human woman allowed to be flawed, and also allowed to have her subtle experiences of racism taken seriously without being demeaned for it, but we also see how she is integral to the plot, and how her presence was needed in order for the plot to move forward.

I wish we got more Arcee- but I love that she was humanized rather than just made into a joke or a sexual object. She was shown to be extremely intelligent, skilled, understanding, and she was a good fighter and more importantly she wasn’t a caricature. Her being a black woman didn’t dicate how the audience saw her or how she was written. She was written with so much respect and was over all and interesting character.

I could say the same about nightbird. Because not only was she a formindable villain, but she was played by a transfem afro Latina actress, one of my favorite actresses actually, who brought her to life and that was just refreshing to see. again, in media where black trans fems are usually made into cariactures or jokes, I love that nightbird was taken seriously as a villain and a black female character.

My point is that, just because there are issues with the writing of female characters, doesn’t mean you need to discount the actual importance of Black women in the show. I think a lot of people, who are not Black women, and who don’t actually think of or care about Black women’s issues, are quick to not consider how maybe looking at ROTB’s women intersectionally may add more avenues to the conversation of women’s representation. While I don’t think that the film was flawless in its portrayal of women, I think it’s a huge step up and I do think that in the future, things will get better. But for now, as a black fan and a black woman, I absolutely loved seeing and hearing women that looked and sounded like me on screen.

Now, again this doesn't mean that you can't critique the portrayal of women in ROTB, because I have a lot of issues with some portrayals, especially Airazor and even more so, I wish Arcee got more screen time. But at the same time, if you are critiquing the majority Black women, make sure you actually open your space for Black women to give their opinions on things without getting offended. Especially if you are white or non-black yourself.

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#fandom racism #transformers rotb #arcee transformers #arcee #transformers

[zalrb]

The tvd movie would be a romance with the twist of vampires. *a better twilight

ok the original ask:

Anonymous asked:

If tvd s1 was a movie what parts of stelenas story would you have kept for it to still feel as profound as s1.

well assuming that there are multiple movies, i would stop at 1x17 and make it a cliffhanger, where the movie ends with elena giving stefan her blood and he saves her and it's all fine and they're lovey dovey but the last shot is of him ravenously drinking from blood bags. if the movie is done right then that ending would be gut-wrenching.

to streamline everything instead of the tomb vampires kind of just being around and then kidnapping stefan to torture him etc. etc. the final act would be the tomb vampires about to devour the town, stefan/elena and friends are going to stop them, stefan gets merked in the midst of the fight and elena feeds him her blood.

i'm thinking of this as less what i would cut from stelena and more what would i cut from the other things that happen in season 1 that would reduce stelena's time and the first thing would be delena.

damon can still come back to revive katherine and the tomb vampires and kill people all over town and he and stefan can still have history over katherine but he doesn't have to be "falling" for elena. if we want to give him depth so he's not just a cardboard villain it would be through making his story with katherine stronger.

katherine and elena also don't have to look alike so we can skip the whole elena leaves/damon kidnaps her/stefan worrying georgia thing. if we want to keep that stefan had watched elena before coming to mf then i would keep it as stefan saved elena's life and bounced then he checked in to see if she was doing OK and then wanted to meet her.

elena being adopted can also go, so isobel doesn't need to be a storyline either.

there doesn't have to be elena/matt tension which is barely there anyway. in fact matt doesn't have to be there at all. neither does tyler. unless you want the sequel to include werewolves. idk.

i think it's also about streamlining things. stefan saving elena's life wouldn't be a reveal to the audience anyway, it would have to be incorporated from the very beginning where it would, like, start with elena dreaming about the car crash in quick flashes and then her just waking up in the hospital and then stefan's perspective a bit later on, maybe he's on the bridge and it's a quick flashback to the same night where he hears a car crash and vamp speeds and it can happen in bits and pieces until stefan tells elena what happened and he would tell her because damon, who would be bitter about stefan finding love while katherine is still in the tomb and bitter about what went down with katherine in 1864, would twist it to make it seem like something else and she confronts him about it as opposed to her being like why do i look like katherine etc. etc.

i would also have to streamline the breakup because it's "i can't be with you stefan" and then stefan kills vicki for elena and she's still 'i can't be with you but i can't lose how i feel about you' and then lexi shows up and lexi is like yeah you're totally into him then damon kills her then it's elena is all talk to me then stefan's like you were right to stay away from me then he saves bonnie then she's like i can be with you then he's like i can't be with you i'm leaving town then she's like i love you and that would take too much time

so i would have to combine it: stefan is like i can't do this, elena does a mini speech about how there is a part of her that wishes etc. etc. but she can't lose how she feels about him, he says no it's too dangerous.

this can go different places, this can happen at the end of the second act/beginning of the third and there's a period of separation shown through MONTAGE

tomb vampire war breaks out, elena is in trouble, stefan has to save her, gets merked, blood scene.

or it can be an attempted breakup before they have sex so they never actually have a period of separation in this movie.

i also think things like the vampirism reveal would be like elena does see things that she can't explain but she knows that he's a vampire when he saves a life in front of her so we can get to the heart of what kind of person/vampire stefan is quicker.

#stelena #stefan salvatore #elena gilbert #the vampire diaries #dobsley

[adrianasunderworld]

Would Mirabel be part of the Disney princess au? I kinda imagine one of the princesses who are magicless (since her movie is about her being special without the need of a gift) and that she is used to magic users around.

Which reminds me, where does Mirabel fit in the Princess/unofficial princess line up? Like I know we as fans have collectively decided that characters like Meg,Kida,Alice, etc. are like the secondary line up princesses/heroines. Are we counting Mirabel with them? I feel like the last unofficial Disney princesses were Sofia and Elena a few years ago.

But anyway that's not the point of this ask. Honestly if Mirabel was there, she's probably the one that adjusts the quickest. It's the same shit different font for her. Weird house? Check. People with magic everywhere and she does not? Check. Some magical object giving her the finger and publicly telling her she isn't included? Still hurts, but check. (Real talk though , the mirror sorting is just Mirabels dorm ceremony all over again. If she gets taken before her relationship with her family heals, that's gotta hurt like a bitch. "Wow my greatest insecurity and Trauma is getting thrown right back in my face...nice...)

Honestly, Mirabel is probably the most like regular Yuu. Meanwhile she's feeling a different type of way at Ramshackle. Because even though most of these girls are also magicless, they all still have something going on. Merida and Mulan are great warriors. Ariel is a mermaid and a gifted singer. Tiana is a talented chef and has all these grand plans. You have Belle, Aroura, and Snow White that are beloved wherever they ago. Mirabel is sort of where she's always been: on the sidelines watching them all shine.

This is still a household of the princesses though. Kindness and the power of friendship reign supreme here. I do think they all in their own way try to help Mirabel learn what makes her special is and be her friend, being there to love and support. And I do think some of the princesses remind her of her family. Like Tiana always being busy in the kitchen reminds her of her mom. Elsas powers and her emotions remind her of her Tia Pepa. Maybe seeing how Elsa and Anna act or how Ariel talks about her sisters makes Mirabel reflect on her own relationship with Luisa and Isabella and how much she wishes her sisters were there.

#twisted wonderland #encanto #mirabel madrigal #twst yuu #miss yuu #disney princesses