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killmebythebeach · 3 years

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A bunch of head cannons (Maybe too much). Also in talking about the characters.

I think Dream is that one design where his skin is just the static tv screen. He just constantly emits that fuzzy noise, Sam crafted him the smile mask that he can see through so he doesn't scare people.

George is just kind of the server itself. He's the same species as Hannah, but a mushroom and more powerful. If he stays awake too long, the server just kind of freezes. This is also a reason XD keeps him sleeping, it's his way of talking to George and he thinks the server is like his soap opera of mortals.

Callahan is sort of like the person who makes sure George doesn't get killed or dies while asleep, making sure he's surrounded by mushrooms and such. Deer hybrid <3

Alyssa joined the server because she knew all her friends were idiots and didn't want them to die immediately. But once the elections rolled around, she felt the pressure of choosing sides and ran away to the desert, only keeping contact with Ponk. She actually lives just a couple miles from Foolish's summer home. Her communicator actually died after a couple months and she had no way of charging it, so she lost contact with everyone.

Sapnap is a magma cube hybrid and can jump higher than most, his natural temperature runs hotter, and is fire proof. Bad found him in the nether when he was maybe 10-15 years old.

Sam was actually a normal creeper, but gained player like sentience from being struck by lightning. Instead of becoming charged, he gained intelligence and met the others on the server. Callahan taught him some Redstone, but from there he figured out a lot on his own. He's also a creeper centaur.

Ponk is actually a descendant of a fairy, a lemon tree. Their mask was also a gift from Sam because after the second or third time their tree was burnt, their immune system was weakened a considerable amount. Alyssa also wore her mask for them.

Bad is a size shifting demon from the nether, more specifically soul sand desert. He uses soul fire to gain strength, so because the egg died when near it, he was just a little weaker than normal. Because he's a demon he needs a tie to the overworld to stay there, he tied his soul and lives to Skeppy.

Tommy was grown in a lab to be a hero, project: THESEUS. The lab gave him small enhancements, like slightly stronger and just a bit more resilient, to make the Above Average Boy (TM). He then ran away to meet Wilbur. When Dream asked Wilbur if he wanted to come to the server, he asked if Tommy could go first to see what it was like. He also actually really likes gardening and making up funny songs to Wilbur playing guitar. He also made funny lyrics for his discs, but he's still a bit scared to take them out of his ender chest. Other than bringing attachment, Dream also exiled Tommy to see what his lab enhancements could do.

Tubbo is an adaptive hybrid! His hair was blond, shifting to brown when Wilbur found him, getting blue eyes from Tommy, growing small horns under Schlatt, parts of his skin being static when Dream was "helping" him with his presidency, and parts of his scars tinging black and green from Ranboo and Micheal. Tubbo also helped Wilbur write part of the anthem. He likes living in the snow because the Manberg flag had magma blocks on it, casting a heatwave over the country, and after L'Manburg blew up it got really hot from the exposed stone in direct sun.

Fundy can actually hold his breath for a very long time and swim very well because of Sally teaching him and his salmon genes. The yellow things on his hat are actually shells, and the stripes on his jacket are trans colors. Also with his dreams, he saw Eret was going to betray them but didn't think it was real, or didn't want to. He also saw Wilbur blow up L'Manburg but chose not to believe it, thinking his father could still be saved. He actually saw pretty much everything, but didn't quite understand what they were until after doomsday.

The necklace Punz wears is one of those picture lockets, but he lost the picture and can't remember what it was. The first time Dream paid him was when Dream asked for help and Punz made an off hand joke about getting money, and then Dream thought he was being serious. Him, Dream, and Sapnap were like brothers, and Punz got sadder every time he saw Dream pushing people away and diving deeper into darkness.

Purpled is an aliensent to see if the planet was colonizable, but then crashed and was stranded, all his communications down and his ship barely able to hover fifty feet off the ground. When Quackity blew it up, he essentially got rid of his chance of ever going home. Purpled's species can shapeshift, so he turned himself into the first person he saw, Punz. Eventually before trying to communicate with the native life forms, he edited his form a little so they weren't identical, keeping purple eyes and antennae, changing the colors slightly, and changing the voice up. When he moves away from the main SMP, Ponk makes sure to check up on him and that he has a way to check his communicator.

Wilbur came a month after sending Tommy. His father being a patron of life and his mother the goddess of death, he met in the middle being born as a human. The only reason Ghostbur was as active and present as he was was because he was so connected to both life and death. Since his corpse was decaying for as long as it was, Wilbur is now super weak, his flesh is thin and his eyes are rotted and gone. Much like Ghostbur, Wilbur in limbo saw what people said about him, and Ghostbur could hear that from the back of his head. Now Wilbur can hear what people say about Ghostbur and he hates it, not wanting to be connected to what he thinks like a shell of himself.

Schlatt is a ram (duh) and actually does the fainting goat thing. So when he died of a heart attack, no one knew at first if he was actually dead or not. His alcoholism stems from the revive book, as the possibility of tampering with death made him existential and scared, so to cope he drank. There are also a ton of other stuff other than revival in the book, but it's in galactic.

Skeppy was just a normal human, but after making the pact with Bad, Bad put a spell on him. Parts of him turned into diamond, protecting both his and Bad's lives. He however, is unaware of this. With the egg, he would just sit on it, the diamonds chipping away to make room for the vines.

Eret was cursed by the Wither Cult, giving them white eyes and a slowly deteriorating memory. Not sure what to do, Foolish dropped them off at the SMP. Sometimes they would dream about old memories from before the curse, but it was just glimpses so he could never tell what they meant. Once they were king, they made the Herobrine shrine subconsciously, not really sure what it was after. They also had a strange affinity of beacons and resurrection, some of their memories resurfacing when they tried to help Phil and Ghostbur revive Wilbur after doomsday. The reason people are more scared of their eyes than any other wierd eyes was because he generally looks like a normal human, but the wither along with their Herobrine origins creates an uncanny valley that people are shocked by.

Jack had red and blue irises before crawling out of hell, but after coming back the whites of his eyes also turned red and blue. He always wears 3d glasses so no one noticed, but he just thought no one cared enough to mention it. He also has a bunch of scars and burn marks that no one but him can see, therefore no one asks about them or thinks something is wrong, cementing the idea that no one cares about him.

Niki is a blaze hybrid (stole this from @/420technoblazeit) whose fire hair color changes based on strong emotion, something she bond with Tubbo for as a fellow shifter. A soft yellow in L'Manburg, brighter orange in Manburg, hot pink on Doomsday, a soul fire blue with the syndicate (which Techno hates), and a dead grey when she found out Wilbur was alive. She was also old child hood friends with Ranboo and Eret, leaving Ranboo for the SMP. Ranboo, unfortunatly, doesn't remember much more than her name. She also knows galactic from Ranboo, so she talks about her troubles to Shy the Enderman. She doesn't really know how to talk to Puffy anymore after Doomsday or finding out how she wants to protect Tommy.

Quackity can perfectly replicate someone's voice and, with a lot of effort, can completely change his form to another player. He also has very small yellow wings, too small to fly, so he almost always hides them. He used to constantly change his voice for jokes with Karl, Sapnap, and George, but he doesn't like doing it now in Las Nevadas, as he sees it as unprofessional. However, sometimes he uses when he visits Dream, changing his voice to people like George and Sapnap to make torture more effective.

In the In Between and Other Side, Karl actually looks like his old skin, or his natural state (the big purple one that inspired his sweater). But most of the time in the normal world, he looks human. With effort he can bring out the interdemential being thing, something only Quackity and Sapnap know about. The more he time travels, the easier it becomes to change, and he's even started defaulting to the other form.

HBomb is actually just a normal news reporter, sent to interview and record what's going on in the server, his first big story being the election. Upon Doomsday, the stress of seeing everyone alone, fighting, and disconnected, he ran away from the world, essentially becoming a cat lady. His undercover reporter persona is actually the cat maid. He eventually came back to the server to see how he could help after Doomsday, befriending Niki again and living with her in the underground city.

Techno is a piglin, so he's scared of soul fire. He forgot to tell Phil before he decorated the syndicate room, so he just suffers in silence. He also does better when around a lot of gold, like in the nether, and he feels drained and slightly weaker without it. Instead of just putting gold around the area (it would ruin his property value), he just hibernates. He has an emerald earing, like all of the syndicate, but his is a locket that unfolds into pictures of the syndicate.

Ant always wears a red hoodie, now ruined by the egg, that used to be Red's. On Red's death anniversary, him, Bad, Skeppy, and Sam would make cake and put flowers on his grave. He missed the last one because it was during the egg, but for a brief moment after Puffy killed him he saw Red. Red then promptly and bluntly told him to stop being a pussy (haha, cat) and that he shouldn't do all this just to get him back, one of Ant's motivators to make amends with the people he hurt while with the egg. Ant is also a shapeshifter, but can only turn into a cat.

Phil actually used to work under Foolish as a patron of life but then he had a son with the goddess of death, so his title was removed so he could be with her and he became an Angel of Death. Kristin noticed how sad he was after being released, so she gifted him wings. They were however, destroyed on November 16th. His chat also serves as messenger pigeons, which were used to send letters to Wilbur.

Connor is actually just a hedgehog who somehow befriended Schlatt. Even before the haunted mansion, Karl vented to him about his time travel troubles, not knowing he was a sentient player. As a hedgehog, no one really cares where he goes, so he goes outside the server limits to meet his friends from the haunted mansion.

Puffy is a distant relative of Schlatt, but instead of politics she went into piracy. With her mom, she went travelling the seas. One say, a storm came and wiped out her ship, her crew, her mom, everything but her. The reason she survived was because Foolish saw her and saved her. Unfortunately, Puffy hit hee head in the crash and doesn't remember anything.

Vikkstar is the equivalent of a big time celebrity, so of course his endorsement of POG2020 was a big deal.

Lazarbeam is literally just a ginger bread cookie.

Ranboo has actually met a lot of the smp before actually joining. He's met Niki, Fundy, Eret, Punz, and Dream at least. He also sees the inverted colors Enderman see. His suit was actually a gift from Eret before they forgot how to tailor. He got the crown from Techno after joining the syndicate, claiming he didn't want any syndicate members to look like trash.

Foolish came to the server most recently to check up on Eret, but he couldn't bring himself to leave again. When Puffy adopts him, he can't say no because he remembers saving her. His initial goal was to kill an ender dragon to claim the XD title and become a full god like DreamXD, but after realising someone already killed it he went into his totem if death phase. Upon meeting Eret, he got over it and they went on some silly adventures, Foolish now taking a more peaceful route.

Hannah is essentially a weaker George, as her power is tied to the plants themselves and not the entire server. She however has a lot more physical power because rose dryads like to fight because they have thorns. Since roses can be taken out a lot easier, she is essentially a glass canon. Also when around any plant, she can make it grow faster than normal.

Any guest on the server? Corpse, Pokimane, Lil Nas? They were all Slimecicle. That's how he knows where everyone is from, even outside of Las Nevadas. No one else knows this. He's also ancient, if he met Phil they would probably recognise eachother. There was an actual Charlie Slimecicle who was not a slime, but after being launched into orbit this Slimecicle decided to impersonate him.

Michael Mcchill is a sort of bounty hunter. He came to the server after hearing of all the crime, assuming there'd be a lot of bounties to collect. However, he soon learned that no one really cares if you commit a crime. He then took to reading news articles made by HBomb to see if there were any past open bounties. But after reading for a while about the server's wronguns, mostly Dream, he began to sympathise with them. And he's also a speedrunner, so maybe he could help with some bounties across other servers!

This was a very long post and i apologize, but it was so fun to finally write all these thoughts down! I hope you liked them! I can't even fit all the tags I want.

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libraryofnesta · 3 years

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Tied to Ruin

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Summary:

Cassian and Nesta were lovers, partners in crime. They did everything together. That is until tragedy strikes, causing Nesta to run away, far from everything she once knew.

Over five years later, Nesta is living life to as full as it can get. It’s not until an incident occurs that drags her into far more than she bargained for.

Notes:

thanks so much for reading. i'm a huge hoe for exes to lovers, so i have like 20 ideas in my head, and this is one of them. It's multichapter. i'm not sure how long this is gonna be, but definitely over ten chapter. this fic has two timelines. One will show them from when they're kids to teens, and one while they're adults. Both will occur at the same time, so things will start to unravel as you read.btw! velaris is gonna be like a super small town in new york. like no one knows about it.

TW: implied domestic violence, nothing graphic.

Chapter 1: lonely beds, different cities

Words, how little they mean

When you're a little too late

I stood right by the tracks

Your face in a locket

Good girls, hopeful they'll be and long they will wait

Sad Beautiful Tragic

Taylor Swift

2016, Small Town Velaris

“Please,” she whispers, voice hoarse. Nesta is practically begging at this point, but she has nothing else to relent to. “We can get out of here.” She swallows hard when he doesn’t reply. “We’re still young Cassian, we can still-”

“Nesta.” He says. It's one word, but it makes her pause. He rarely calls her Nesta. It’s always ‘Nes’ or ‘Sweetheart.’

“I can’t.”

Their lives have changed so drastically over the past few weeks. Nesta’s whole childhood is here. Everything she’s ever known. She’s not sure how much more of it she can handle now.

She’s well aware of the tears streaming down her face. Nesta doesn’t know what she can say to convince him, so she says the one thing that she’s been repeating over and over.

“You can…”

Cassian’s face seems to harden. The look he gives her makes her take a step back. He hasn’t looked at her like that in years. “Go ahead and leave Nesta.”, he says, voice rising. “Go live that picture perfect you always wanted. I won’t stop you.”

“Not everyone wants what you do.”

2021 New York, Manhattan

Something about leaving Valkyrians still makes her feel at odds. She’s not as resistant to the sight of blood anymore, and she’s not sure if she can ride a motorcycle as well as she used to. There are still parts that linger though. She still remembers how to throw a punch. A damn good one too. She still feels uneasy when someone walks in the same direction for too long though. It might be the worst part of it all.

Nesta doesn’t do much for fun. She doesn’t dance as much as she likes. The amount of books she reads has decreased. Her days consist of work and eating, even though she skips more meals than she should. But she’s free. That’s what really matters, doesn’t it?

The muscles in Nesta’s body ache. She just finished a seven hour shift, and got a promotion that pays much better. Nesta wants to celebrate. She wants to talk to someone. It’s been so long since she’s talked to anyone. The fear of someone finding out about her past is lodged so deep in her head it caused her to isolate. The simple way of putting it is she has no friends.

Coworkers are the only source of non-work related conversation she engages in. It’s always small talk too. Just as Nesta is about to fall asleep, she rubs her eyes and forces herself to stay awake. Getting up from the lumpy couch, Nesta walks to her cabinet, grabbing a random mug and pouring wine into it. Once she gets a better look at the mug, she can’t help but scoff.

It’s ironic. Complaining about being lonely. It’s almost like she chose loneliness. She loves the quiet. When she was younger, all she wanted was alone time. She dreads it now. Nesta gets up after finishing her glass. She’s a bit drowsy, and is way too tired to walk all the way to her room. Instead Nesta walks back over to her couch. She lies horizontally, staring into the abyss until she eventually falls asleep.

She dreams of seeing him that night. It’s a regular occurrence. It’s lessened over the years, but never fully disappeared. The image of him is blurry. It’s not as precise as it used to be. She hates still thinking of him. It doesn’t stop her from reminiscing a little though.

Her being upset makes sense of course. They’d known each other for over ten years, hating one another at first. Eventually, he began to grow on her. Their bickering had become playful, before they once again became estranged.

“Cassian?”

The figure turns around, and he knocks the wind out of her. His hair is out of it’s usual bun. He gives her that familiar boyish smile, walking towards her and putting an arm on her.

“Missed me Sweetheart?”, he says, ruffling her hair a bit. Nesta scrunches her nose in response.

“You wish.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah yeah whatever.” He talks for a while. Nesta’s barely paying attention. It’s just nice to hear his voice again. He asks her what she’s reading, and she replies the same every time. It’s silent after a while. They’ve talked themselves out. It’s a nice silence though. Her favorite silence.

Cassian stares at her for a few seconds, giving her a soft smile and pushing a loose hair behind her ear.

“Come back,” he whispers.

Her breath stutters. “It’s been five years, Cass,” she mutters, breaking eye contact. Her eyes flicker between the ground and his face, gauging his reaction.

He doesn’t stop looking at her.

“I didn’t want to leave,” said Nesta. There’s a lump in her throat.

He scrubs a hand over his face. “Yet here we are.”

“You know why I left.”

Her eyes feel like they’re beginning to water. “I asked you to come with me. You’re the one who didn’t.”

Cassian looks to the side. He looks impassive, yet also emotionless. “You’re the one who ran away, Nesta.”

“I didn’t run away.”

He scoffs in response. “Keep telling yourself that.” Cassian starts walking away. It’s cloudy and has no solid ground or sky. At that moment she remembers where she really is. Nesta stands there, waiting until he fully fades away. It always feels too real.

The dreams always end like that.

Nesta can barely pry her eyes open when she wakes up. She has the next two weeks off. Her boss, Helion, had insisted she take a week or two off, since the bar was under a small renovation. She checks her phone and it reads 12:03. Jesus, she really had overslept.

In all honesty Nesta had no idea what to do with her free time. Maybe she’ll finally finish that book she started months ago. But in reality Nesta knows all she’ll do is go to a bar and let a stranger fuck her into oblivion until she kicks them out or leaves.

By the time Nesta leaves her house it’s around 3:00. She goes to the coffee shop next door. She orders a coffee and sits in the corner of the room. Nesta somehow feels like the center of attention. It’s an empty shop, but it feels like all eyes on her. The room feels too cold.

The feeling follows her when she goes to the local bookstore. It’s crowded, but the area is quiet. Nesta browses through the shelves, sticking to the romance section. She holds a few books. It’s not until Nesta drops one, people begin to look at her. It makes a loud thump hitting the floor. Several pairs of eyes turn to her. The cover is of a shirtless man too.

Fuck , she thinks, This is embarrassing. Nesta purses her lips, hand curling into a fist as she puts the book back on it’s shelf.

It’s around 5:00 when she takes the train home. Nesta spent the rest of her day at the park, not wanting to stay at home. It doesn’t feel like home as much as she’d like it to though. Finally, Nesta makes it home.

She’s in an empty parking lot. The area she lives in is pretty small. Nesta knows basically everyone in her apartment complex. It’s a tiny place. She never talks to anyone, but they do acknowledge each other. Barely anyone has a car either, herself included. So it is a bit weird to see an unrecognizable car. It’s odd, but Nesta thinks nothing of it. It’s probably just someone visiting.

Nesta goes into her apartment, before leaving once more to go to the bar that’s the second closest to her apartment. She’s usually working at this time, flirting with customers and taking them home when her shift ends.

The bar is crowded and loud. Lights are flashing, voices yelling, bodies moving. It’s out of her comfort zone. She’s been doing this for years and is still isn’t used to it. She sits on one of the stools where the drinks are served. A girl approaches her. Nesta never approaches anyone. She can’t see clearly in the light. The girl’s hair is brunette, though her roots are dark. Her brown skin illuminates in the flickering light.

“Hey”, she says “I’m Nora” Nora extends her hand to her. Nesta smirks in response, resting her elbow on the counter grasping her hand with the other.

“I’m Mila,” she says. No matter what she does, Nesta will never use her real name. Nora’s eyebrows raise. Nesta can see her lick tongue move as it pushes on her skin.

“Pretty name.”

They talk for around five minutes. It’s all small talk. They drink while they talk. Most of the things she responds with are lies anyways. Nora grasp’s her arm with her hand. “Wanna get out of here?” she asks. Her words are slurred, and Nesta has to restrain herself from flinching.

Something in her head tells her not to let anyone in her house though. Something is wrong, but she can’t put her mind on it. The idea of letting a stranger in her house sends goosebumps across her arms. Before, she’d never question it twice. Now that she thinks of it, doing this practically screams stranger danger. Especially with her past, this person could be anyone. Nesta slowly probes herself from the girl.

“I’ve gotta go”, she says. “Sorry, but there's something I need to do.” The girl doesn't seem to mind, either too drunk to care, or only looking for a one night stand. She nods, before introducing herself to someone else. Nesta feels her chest lighten, exiting the crowded bar to call an uber.

Whenever it’s quiet, she always reminisces.

2006, Small Town Velaris

Nesta wakes up and finds herself stranded. She has no idea where she is. She’s lying in a bed inside a mostly empty room. There’s only a few pieces of furniture, a stool and a drawer. It’s relatively small. The last thing she remembers is being in a car with her sisters and parents. She hears voices outside of the room yelling.

“You expect me to leave-”

“Her father is-”

“She’s nine what would she-”

“So what if she’s young!”

“-s innocent so what if-”

She hears a loud smack. The silence after is deafening. The voices are quiet after, whispers. Afterwards, Nesta hears footsteps approaching. She scrunches her eyes shut, trying to pretend to be asleep. Nesta hears the door open and close. A hand lays on her forehead. As the person removes it, a calming voice talks. “Are you awake?” Nesta slowly looks at the person, opening only one eye, then another. She sees a woman with black hair and tan skin. Her cheeks are flushed and she has a small smile on her face.

The woman squats down so she’s the same height as the bed Nesta is laying on. “Hi,” the woman whispers, voice solemn and comforting. “My names Aurora,” she says. Nesta squishes her lips together. She’s confused and feels like crying. Nesta doesn’t cry though. She’s pretty sure her eyes water though, because Aurora strokes her hair and whispers, “It’s okay to cry.”

Nesta gasps and shakes her head. “Mommy says I’m not supposed to cry.” Aurora seems to be shocked silent. The silence makes Nesta become aware of everything that is happening. She slowly sits up. Once her feet are off the bed, Nesta quickly sprints to the door, opening it and running out. She has no idea where she’s going.

Suddenly, Nesta is hit with a hard impact, and falls down on her butt. She looks up and sees two boys. They’re both around the same height. They have the same dark hair too, except one is longer than the other. Nesta gets up and brushes off the dust on her leggings.

She notices it then. The leggings. She’s never worn pants before.

It’s also when she notices the juice smeared across one of the boy's shirts. It’s the long haired one’s. He drops the red cup to the ground and makes an angry noise. “That was my favorite shirt.”

Nesta feels sheepish as she whispers a quiet, “Sorry.”

The one with longer hair whispers to the other boy, obviously meaning for her to hear too. “She’s probably not even double digits.” The other boy is quiet, looking at the ground. He seems nervous and shy.

Nesta feels a sense of outrage course through her. She pouts, crossing her arms. “I’m almost ten. I’m nine and a half” The boy crosses his arms too.

“Well I’m ten and a half,” he says.

“Cassian,” Aurora scolds. “Play nice.” She puts a hand on Nesta’s shoulder and bends down. “I need to talk to…” She doesn’t continue.

Nesta turns towards her, and realizes she needs her name. “Nesta,” she says.

Aurora smiles, “That’s a wonderful name.”

Cassian still seems angry. “I think it’s stupid.” Aurora sighs and gets up. “Azriel”, she says to the other boy. He hadn’t talked the whole time, Nesta almost forgot he was there. “Make sure he stays out of trouble. And Cassian, please change your shirt.” The two (stupid) boys walk away. Once they’re from a far enough distance, Aurora looks back down at her. “I have to talk to you about something.”

2021 New York, Manhattan

Nesta walks into her apartment tired and half asleep. Once inside her apartment, she changes into more comfortable clothes, sweatpants and a grey t-shirt.

Nesta’s about to go to bed, until she hears the sound of glass shattering and liquid spilling. She freezes, thinking about the mug of wine she left out.

No.

Nesta scrambles towards the kitchen and grabs a flashlight from a cabinet, flashing the light to the ground. The mug is shattered to pieces, and she can still see little droplets of wine. The words aren’t visible anymore, letters broken and unreadable.

There’s no way it could’ve fallen on its own. It was in the middle of her counter. Unless...

Suddenly it all makes sense. The unrecognizable car in the parking lot. The uneasy feeling in her stomach. The constant nagging in her head, telling her that something is wrong.

She thinks about calling the police but goes against it. Years in a fucking biker gang taught her better then to trust those scumbags.

She always kept a gun in her house. Just in case. She really hates how no matter what she does. she’ll always be connected to this.

The person inside her apartment most definitely knows where she is. Nesta grabs a broom, sweeping the glass shards into an empty bag. She can fix it later. Tying it up, Nesta leaves it on her counter.

There's a wall blocking the entrance to her bathroom. She walks towards it, opening and closing the door so it seems she went inside. Grabbing her gun from the small drawer, Nesta lays her back against the wall, barely peeking out the wall, but just enough so she can see them as they crawl out from behind her couch.

The figure moves stealthily, back turned towards her. If she weren’t directly staring at it, there would be no way of knowing it was there. The moves look familiar, but she can’t put her mind on it. The moonlight shines on them so she can see the most obvious features. It’s not until the floor creaks the figure turns towards her direction. Nesta turns back to face her bathroom door, hands drawn to tight fists. There’s no way they hadn’t seen her. She moved too slow. Nesta peeks her head out to look again.

It’s not until she sees a familiar pair of scarred hands in the moonlight, it all comes together.

“Azriel Night?”

In dreams

I meet you in warm conversation

We both wake

In lonely beds

In different cities

And time

Is taking its sweet time erasing you

And you've got your demons

And darlin' they all look like me

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daaedoodles · 2 years

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us because we can totally be together rn :((

who said i love you first?

i THINK it was me, and you think so too so 🤔🤔🤔 im not surprised because the first time i met nabila like 5 hours later i was like omg would it be weird to say ily and she was like no 😭‼️ *cries*

who would have the other’s picture as their phone background?

YOU! you kind of already have me as your phone background, plus with the locket thing i am technically there hUAHHAAHHAAH i love you

who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?

ME ME ME?1!?££ my sick-after-showering-ass would stumble over to the bathroom mirror and draw a massive heart on it and call you in to find it‼️

who buys the other cheesy gifts?

easy peasy it’s me 🕺 me and my tendency to offer to buy things for everyone all of the damn time, plus, our rings 🥺 i did kind of ask if you’d let me buy it for you multiple times so,,, next time it’s on me.

who initiated the first kiss?

itll be you for sure, i’ll just go attack you and cling onto you like a koala bear to a tree the second i see you and probably too busy bawling my eyes out, plus like,, i’m great at talking and communicating but i’m too shy to make the first move

who kisses the other awake in the morning?

you because i don’t wake up (like ever, much less in the morning) early enough to beat you too it, and as we have seen you’re ALWAYS awake before i am even on weekends and EVEN THOUGH you’re three hours behind me.

who starts tickle fights?

maybe it’s just because i’m really sick and i feel like i don’t have the energy to but like,,, you i think? i’d say something and then you’d probably tickle me to death. and plus you with (her little sister) leah aaaAh crying you’re so cute with her and that time you were tickling her and she was laughing i just felt like the luckiest girl in the world even though i think that was before we started dating

who asks who if they can join the other in the shower?

me bc id ask you to shower me on my bad days when i’m too exhausted to move 🥺

who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch?

ME! you never pack lunches and always buy them instead so i will fricking steal all of nats baking abilities and cooking skills and cook you the cutest bento lunches and you are eating them ‼️ no more buying meatball subs i will bonk you

who was nervous and shy on the first date?

we are not the most conventional couple 🦅 first date more like pining for eachother for weeks and then having like 20 conversations about the possibility of loving eachother as more than friends and then continuing like nothing happened for a bit until it finally set in and now we are way more sappy and cute and 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 but i’d say you because you were too shy and nervous that i didn’t feel the same and i was the one bringing it up always sooo that’s our equivalent 😙

who kills/takes out spiders?

ME because you 1. hate spiders and 2. i’m always catching them for nat or taking them out for her so i’m used to it. i’ll save you from all the spiders like a big strong man 💪‼️ (sophie straightened era? defruited?????) /j

who loudly proclaims their love when drunk?

honestly both of us but maybe i’ll be louder because i’m already that much of a blabbermouth sober 🕺 plus when you drank a little on new years you were chilled out and not screaming your head off or giggly like i am. 🧎‍♂️praying i don’t say anything about you when i get my wisdom teeth out when i’m like drunk on painkillers if not i’ll get disowned real quick 🚶‍♂️ bye mom AHAHAHAHHA.

i love you <3 you’ve fallen asleep now but you’ll see this tomorrow 🥺

#sophie tag #ship asks

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theoreticslut · 3 years

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The Truth that you Deny // Part 5

pairing: fred weasley x reader x george weasley

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

word count: 1.8k

warnings: none

A/N: i’m honestly so sad that this is the last part to this series guys :( I had so much fun writing it and have had such amazing feedback on it, i’m not sure i want to give it up. I have thought about doing a small drabble or two of the story further into the relationship, but i don’t want to drag it out too long. If you guys like it enough and would like a sort of epilogue, let me know and I’ll definitely think about doing one. thank you to everyone that’s been reading this as I post it and giving feedback and/or reblogging. I am eternally grateful for you guys <3 out of the previous 4 parts this story has a total of about 400 notes which is actually crazy. so just, thank you! i love you guys Xx

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You woke up christmas morning excited to spend the day with the people you considered family. You felt that you had gotten them all some great gifts and couldn’t wait to give them to each of them.

Even thought it was only 7:30 in the morning you couldn’t help but be awake. You knew most everyone else was still sleeping save for Mr and Mrs Weasley.

You decided that you’d like to have a shower before everything got started today so you quietly got yourself out of bed and found yourself some clothes to wear.

Stepping into the hall was oddly uncomfortable since there was no distant chatter from downstairs or someone’s room, but nonetheless you made your way to the bathroom which was just down the hall from Fred and George’s room.

Neither of them would be up for at least another half hour which was plenty enough time to shower.

You started the water and waited for it to warm up as you stripped down naked.

Stepping into the shower you shivered at the sheer temperature difference, but you happily welcomed the warm water on your skin.

You washed your face and shampooed your hair, finishing it before adding some conditioner. You started shaving and as you did so you started humming, getting lost into one of your favourite songs.

Eventually you finished shaving and washing your body, able to rinse the suds from your skin. You sighed as you shut the water off and stepped out into the bath mat.

After drying off and getting dressed in a pair of jeans and an older sweater, you picked up your mess and put everything back the way it was, throwing your towel into the basket Mrs Weasley had left in there for them.

Opening the door you were surprised to find George sitting on the floor against the wall.

“George?”

“Hmm? Oh, are you done?” He asked, lazily looking up at you from the floor.

“Yeah,” you chuckle. “Uh, what were you doing out here?”

“I had to use the bathroom but you were in there so I figured I’d wait right here. But I’m still a bit tired and you sing really nice.” He smiled, taking your extended hand to get up.

“Oh, uh, thank you. I’m sorry I kept you waiting, but it’s all yours now.” You smile as he nods, smiling back at you.

As you walk away he can’t help but notice how great you smell, which is only more intense in the small bathroom.

~.~

As you appear downstairs, you’re greeted by Mrs Weasley as she makes a pot of coffee.

“Good morning.” You smile.

“Good morning, dear. Would you like a cup?” She asks as you stand next to the table.

“Yes, please.”

“Is anyone else up yet?” She asks.

“I ran into George on the way out of the bathroom, but I haven’t heard or seen anyone else. George doesn’t even look like he’s ready to be up yet.” You chuckle, taking the mug she hands out to you.

“Typical.” She smiles, sitting down at the table and motioning for you to do the same.

“Have you talked to Fred and George yet about everything?” She asks, taking a sip from her mug.

“Not yet. I didn’t want to make anything awkward right before the holidays, but I’ll tell them soon”

She nods and takes another drink from her mug.

~.~

After sharing a cup of coffee and a good half hour conversation about school and what you’re thinking about for next year, Mrs Weasley asked if you would wake everyone up.

First you went and woke Ginny as she was closest. She didn’t quite want to be up yet so you left her and made your way to the twins room.

You knocked on the door, not hearing anything from inside.

“Fred? George? Time to get up.” You knocked again, but still didn’t hear anything.

Carefully, you opened the door and peered around to see the two of them still fast asleep. You sigh, but smile nonetheless.

You make you’re way into their room to shake them awake. You start with Fred to which he just groans, turning around.

“Come on you two. It’s time to get up.” You huff, trying to pull the blanket off George as he fights you.

“You two are impossible.” You sigh, shrieking when Fred grabs you from behind and pulls you down onto the bed with him.

Both of them laugh as you huff, trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp.

“Your hair is cold.” He points out as his face rests on it.

“I showered this morning and it’s still damp.”

“I can’t imagine my hair taking that long to dry.” He says and you roll your eyes.

“Can you let me go, please? You know that your mum would kill us if she found us like this, right?”

He hummed, not really giving you an answer but acknowledging your statement.

“I really don’t feel like dying on Christmas.”

You can hear the both of them chuckle, but you still don’t get a response.

“Are you guys falling back asleep?! For Merlin’s sake” you groan slapping Fred’s arms and when that didn’t work you steal one of his pillows from under his head and hit him with it.

“Just ten more minutes, that’s all we’re asking.” George mumbles, already half asleep again.

“No! Get your ass up.” You huff, throwing Fred’s pillow at him.

After another few minutes of struggling you finally get them both out of bed and you sigh in exasperation.

With them finally awake you work on waking Ron and Harry, and then waking up Ginny for real.

~.~

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” Hermione greets as she makes her way in the house that afternoon.

“Merry Christmas, ‘mione.” You smile, taking her bag for her so she could take her jacket off.

“Have you guys done gifts yet?” She asks, hanging her coat on one of the hooks by the door.

“Not yet. We’ve been waiting for you. We can all sit in the living room and get started if you’re ready.” Mrs Weasley said, carrying a tray filled with mugs of cocoa for everyone.

Hermione nodded and followed you into the living room, taking a seat next to Harry, Ron, and Ginny. You take your place between Fred and George, both of whom smile as they pass you a mug from the tray.

About an hour of opening gifts, you were nearing the last couple gifts. So far you had received the traditional Weasley sweater with your initial on the front, a pair of sparkly yet simple teardrop earrings from Ginny, a book about one of your favourite classes from hermione, a notebook from Fred, followed by some nice quills from George, a mixtape both of them had put together for you of some of all your guys favourite songs. You had also gotten a new maroon scarf from Ron and some candies from Harry.

You had given Fred and George their gifts from you; a notebook for each of them to keep track of all their crazy inventions, a few joke toys you were certain they’d never seen which made each of them laugh, and a promise to buy them each a butterbeer on your next trip to hogsmeade.

Everyone else seemed to enjoy their gifts from you as well which was nice to know. You loved getting people gifts and it was always so much nicer when they liked them.

“Okay, I think this is the last of them and it’s for y/n from Fred and George.” Mr Weasley read.

You looked at them, gingerly taking the small gift as it was handed to you. You looked between the two twins wondering what else they could have gotten you as you had already gotten enough from them.

“Stop looking at us and open it.” Fred chuckles.

“Why did you get me something else? You both already gave me enough.”

“Just open it, please.” He smiles, rubbing his neck.

“I’m a little scared, nothing is going to pop out at me is it?”

“Nothing will pop out at you. We promise.” George says, looking over to his brother as you finally get the wrapping paper off the small box.

You open it up and gasp. Inside lay a beautiful silver locket with intricate detailing on the face of it.

“It’s beautiful” you whisper, looking between them.

“Open it up.” George urges.

You do as he says and your mouth falls open, your hand coming up to cover it.

“Fred, George...” you whisper, tears forming in your eyes.

On the inside, there was a picture of the three of you from earlier this year on the side that would lay against your chest. In the opposite side there was an engraving of a heart and the words ‘we love you, f & g’

“Do you like it?” Fred asks, trying to catch your eye as you’re still looking down at it.

You nod, trying to keep from crying.

“I love it.” You say, clearing your throat as it had gotten groggy holding back tears.

“Good,” Fred smiles. “We really like you, like a lot, y/n.”

“We have for awhile.” George adds.

“We weren’t sure how to tell you, but then we saw this locket and knew.” He smiles as you watch him.

“Yeah, we knew you would like wearing it, even more so when we got the engraving and picture put in.” Fred says.

“Like we said, we really like you, y/n.” George starts.

“It’s actually more than just liking you. We’ve both loved you pretty much since we all became friends.” Fred adds, the two of them seeming to ramble at this point.

“We know you were worried about hurting one of us, but you don’t have to. We don’t care what anyone else might say, we love you and we’re going to be with you for merlin’s sake.” George smiles, watching your face for a reaction.

You chuckle as tears are starting to spill over your cheeks. You pull both of them into a hug, sighing as you feel their arms wrap around you.

“It’s about time!” Ginny cheers, causing all of you to chuckle. Well except for Mrs Weasley who shushes her.

“It seriously is though. I’m glad you all finally admitted it.” Hermione says, smiling.

“Yeah, congrats guys.” Harry says.

“I love you, guys.” You whisper, smiling as they both kiss your cheek.

“This does mean you’ll be our girlfriend, right? And maybe even someday, our wife?” George asks.

You pull away and chuckle as you try to wipe your eyes.

“Yes. Merlin are you two dumb.”

Fred and George both smile at you, admiring how gorgeous you look sitting there as theirs, even when you have tear stains across your cheeks. It took a while to get here, but now that they were, they wanted to keep it for as long as they possibly could.

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sword-brainrot · 3 years

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HOMIE YOU AND YOUR WRITING NEVER FAIL TO LIGHT UP MY LIFEEEEEEEEEE. now since my bday is coming up, may i have some headcanons about how izuminokami, mutsunokami, and uh....(spins wheel) honebami all celebrate their saniwa's/s/o's bday? seperate pls. tHANK YOU

OMG! YOUR BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP?? HAPPY (early) BIRTHDAY!!! These swords will try to make your bday extra special and I will try my best to make the headcanons extra special! I hope your bday is amazing and filled with plenty of love ^^ Just going to let you know now, all the swords have no idea what a birthday is until you explain it to them. They don't have a birthday of their own and their masters didn't celebrate their birthdays by the time they got them as a sword.

Izuminokami, Mutsunokami, and Honebami celebrating S/O birthday (GN!Reader)

♡ As soon as Izuminokami learns about birthdays, he asks you when yours is. He wants to make sure he doesn't forget! He writes it down someplace (and gives it to Horikawa to remind him cough) so he can remind himself every month and plan when it gets close!

♡ Expect a lot of very not subtle questions about your past birthdays and the things you like. Some questions even going as far as; "If you could possibly get a gift from a really handsome sword, what would you want?"

♡ He has... a blather mouth. He has a hard time keeping a secret from you. He is aware of it too! If you start asking him questions in return of why he is asking, he will instantly tense up and become flustered. Constantly tripping over his words in trying to think of an excuse. He may also just run... That is also a big possibility.

♡ The day of your birthday, you will wake up in your bed alone. It happens sometimes in the past if Izuminokami has an early morning mission he has to leave for, but normally he wakes you up to tell you he is leaving and give you a kiss goodbye. It is very unlikely for him to leave before you wake up and without a single word.

♡ Right away you will know something is up.

♡ As you continue you on with your morning routine, you will take yourself to the kitchen to get some food and drink. There are a few swords that normally take turns with kitchen duty so you expect to see one of them (Kasen, Azuki, Chiyoganemaru, Kuwana, Nikkou, or Mitsutada)

♡ However, instead you will see someone entirely different. There, struggling to crack eggs into a bowl without the shells, will be Izuminokami. His hair will be pulled back in a tight ponytail and adorn on him will be a pink apron... A little too small for how tall he is. His face pull of concentration as Horikawa cheers him on and tries to help him.

♡ He almost doesn't notice you until you let out a small snicker at the sight you see. His expression will quickly change from total focus to total surprise. Probably dropping the egg in the process as his face lights up like a Christmas tree.

Izuminokami: H-Hey! You're not suppose to be awake yet!! Horikawa: Well you have messed up quite a bit, Kane-san. I'm not too surprise they are awake by now... Izuminokami: S-Shut it, Kunihiro!

♡ It is very clear that Izuminokami is the one that is mostly helping the cooking progress while Horikawa is the one actually cooking and getting stuff done. They are making (Your favorite breakfast food). From just the look of the kitchen... Izuminokami has messed up. A ton of times.

♡ After the meal is finally done, Izuminokami will bring it out to you and serve it with (your favorite flower) on the side.

♡ The messy apron finally off of him and he sits beside you, giving you a small kiss on the cheek.

♡ "Happy birthday, my beloved."

♡ The rest of the day goes the same as normal (minus the part of everyone wishing you happy birthday and giving you gifts throughout the day when they catch you). The only thing different is that Izuminokami makes sure that today is your special day and you don't have to work. No paperwork for you! It's your day and you deserve to enjoy it!

♡ Izuminokami is around you for most of the day but doesn't want to crowd you because he knows you have a lot of swords lining up to give you gifts.

♡ He doesn't give you a gift. Not until much later.

♡ The sun has already fell and the both of you are getting ready for bed. Once you are climbed into the bed, Izuminokami leaves and comes back with a small box. He sits next to you and tells you to open it.

♡ When you open it up, you will find half a heart. Pulling it out, you will realize that it's a necklace with a blue gem at the top and Kane-san inscribed onto it (because no way is Izuminokami going to fit on there).

♡ As you look over, you will see that Izuminokami pulls out the necklace from under his shirt that has your name and your (favorite color) gem also on it. He had been wearing it the whole day.

♡ "I know it's hard to forget this handsome face but I wanted to give you something where we are always together. No matter how long we are apart. I know I can be dumb and reckless at times, but you keep me grounded and loved. I don't ever want to lose that. I want to spend many more birthdays with you and always keep you close to my heart. Happy birthday, Y/N."

♡ Once Mutsunokami finds out about birthdays and that your birthday was coming up, he starts planning! He wants to make the day super special and gets everyone involved to do that for you.

♡ Mutsunokami has always been the type of person that takes a bunch of photos with the camera you bought for him. He loves it so much. His gun and camera are his babies. So it is no surprise whenever he pulls it out and takes pictures of the two of you. Those are his favorite photos.

♡ Mutsunokami also has a little bit of a loud mouth. He will often let it slip about his plans and isn't good at covering it up. He will let it slip and instantly cover his mouth, letting you know it was something important and you weren't suppose to know yet.

♡ Though most of his plan is secretive! It's just... Not a big surprise that he has something planned for your birthday.

♡ The day starts off normal. You awaken in Mutsunokami's arms as he holds you close to his chest. For once, Mutsunokami isn't still passed out and you have to slither yourself out of his grasp. This morning, he is awake. He is smiling down at you as he whispers a faint "Happy Birthday" and giving your forehead a soft kiss.

♡ Your day starts off normal... Well, until you get to the kitchen and see that the citadel is empty. The both of you don't run into any swords and there is only two plates of hot food that await you both.

♡ Like always, Mutsunokami shovels all the food down in a fast pace like it is nothing big. This time, not waiting for you to finish your meal. Instead he gives you a quick peck on the cheek and tells you that he has to go do something and that he will be back later. Leaving you alone.

♡ The whole citadel is quiet as you finish your meal and take care of the few dishes that accumulated after the two of you ate.

♡ It is only when you leave the kitchen and go to the back do you see it.

♡ In the back are stands everywhere. All the swords that weren't there, now stand before you and in front of the festival they put together for you. All of them popping confetti and Mutsunokami coming out with your favorite type of cake in hand, a few candles on top.

♡ Everyone begins to sing happy birthday and awaits for you to blow out the candles.

♡ The whole citadel came together to make a festival with many games for you and the rest of the swords to enjoy together. Mutsunokami with a camera around his chest, taking pictures of the best moments he can capture.

♡ You spend your birthday playing all the games they put together; Goldfish scooping, Yo-yo fishing, Gun-shooting, Super ball scooping, and many more!

♡ Some stands have masks and others are food that swords made that they remember their master(s) loving.

♡ There is even a big performance at the end with all the Awataguchi swords (minus Onimaru. No way you are getting Onimaru to sing and dance)! The show ends with fireworks and Mutsunokami by your side.

♡ It is when the day calms down and everyone is cleaning up, that Mutsunokami takes you to the side. He helps you up onto the roof where you two can relax and look at the stars. He gently holds your hand as he hands over a decent size box with wrapping.

♡ Inside is a photo album of pictures of all the swords in the citadel when they first arrived, as well as moments of them hanging out with you. There is many pictures of the two of you together.

♡ The very last picture is the two of you kissing with the small caption; "The only person I want to seize the world with."

♡ Under the writing is a necklace with a locket. In the locket is the same picture so you can keep it with you at all times.

♡ "You brought me to life, aruji (master). For that, I will forever be grateful. You have taught me so much about the world and let me see so much. The thing I am most grateful for is being taught how to love. Everyday I learn something new about you and everyday I smile. I want to keep learning about the world and you. So this is my gift to you. A happy birthday now and many more happy birthdays in the future."

♡ Honebami asks many questions when he first learns of birthdays. This boy is very confused by the whole concept. He is willing the learn everything about it, though!

♡ Unlike Mutsunokami and Izuminokami, Honebami is very good at keeping secrets. So It will feel like he has forgotten about your birthday for a while. But he would never. He even wrote it down in his special journal to make sure he always remembers it.

♡ Honebami is actually quite good at planning without you knowing. He will still be around you the normal amount but will somehow be getting stuff done in preparation for your day.

♡ The day of your birthday, you wake up to the smell of fresh food. As you open your eyes, you see none other than Honebami. Normally he is already out of bed and doing the things he need to for the day. Very rarely waiting until you wake up. However, this time is different. Instead he is standing there with a tray in hand and some hot food on top.

♡ "Happy Birthday.."

♡ The second half more quiet as his cheeks start to burn and he looks down so his bangs hides his face from you.

♡ You enjoy your meal in bed with Honebami by your side, making sure he is taking care of you so you don't have to lift a finger.

♡ After you finish your meal, he takes the tray away to go clean. It is then when his brothers come in, wishing you a happy birthday. The little ones jumping on you and giving you hugs. They all give you cards and one big gift.

♡ In the big gift is a (favorite color) saddle!

♡ Once Honebami returns, you all go out into the barn to see an Anglo-Arabian horse. They all chipped in money to get you your very own horse to name. It is yours so they will never take it out to battle and you can spend time with them whenever you want. The little swords are all hopping around in excitement when they show you their big present to you.

♡ The rest of the day is pretty quiet. Some happy birthdays here and there, some cards and presents. Honebami steals you away around midday from everyone and offers to teach you horseback riding. If you already know, he offers for the both of you to go riding together.

♡ Honebami isn't the best at horseback riding. He is pretty fast on his own but he does know how to ride!

♡ If you are too scared to ride by yourself, he will ride on your horse with you. The stroll in the forest is just filled with you and him. It is mostly silent besides the birds chirping and the horse's soft sounds.

♡ He will ride out to an opening, where the pond is crystal blue, to rest. As the two sit by the shore, he will pull out a journal just for you. It will be a brown journal.

♡ Inside will be a letter to you every day he has known you. In it will be him describing everything he loves about you. Your eyes, your hair, the way you smile, the way you look when you first awake, the soft hugs you give that make him feel so secure, your voice, your kindness, the moment he realized he fell in love with you and knew you'd be the only one for him.

♡ It's everything he could never say in words.

♡ The very last page was written just the night before. His hand now entwined with yours as you read.

♡ "You are probably very well aware of how it's hard for me to expression feelings and emotions to you verbally. Yet you still love me even though I struggle in showing you in return how much I love you. I cherish that so much about you. This journal is something I have been working on for a long while. Anytime you went to sleep, I would say up and write. This is everything I have trouble saying to you. These are my feelings written down for you to read anytime you may doubt my devotion to you. You mean the world to me so... All I ask of you is to look at me one more time in this moment."

♡ As your head turns to him, you will be greeted with a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes. "I love you, Y/N."

#Touken Ranbu #Touken Danshi #Tourabu #Touken Ranbu Heacanons #Touken Ranbu Imagines #Touken Ranbu x Reader #TKRB #TKRB Headcanons #TKRB Imagines #TKRB x Reader #Izuminokami Kanesada #Izuminokami Kanesada x Reader #Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki #Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki x Reader #Honebami Toushirou #Honebami Toushirou x Reader

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lunatens · 3 years

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since we’re alone

word count: 1.7k

genre: angst + fluff

pairing: hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader

requested by...too many people to count ksjdfbskg

a/n: im so sorry this took so long, i think like 10+ people asked for me to write a sequel (which is kind of a lot considering tmta has like..less than 100 notes lmao) but i really struggled to find the motivation til now ;-; i really hope you guys like the direction i decided to take this!! also yes i did name this series after niall horan songs what about it

*this is a sequel to “too much to ask” so if you haven’t read that, you probably should read it first!*

confusion hits you as the rosy glow of the morning sun lands on your face. why the hell is it so bright? you groan as you pry open your sleepy eyes only to see the sunrise blazing through the large windows of your living room, and the memories of last night’s events come back to you. your head hurts a bit; probably a mixture of the morning light, the alcohol you had last night, and then crying yourself to sleep.

you rub the sleep from your eyes, surprised to see a blanket you don’t remember using falling to the floor as you stretch. you reach for your phone on the coffee table to check the time—too early to be awake, dammit—only to notice a glass of water right there. yeah, that definitely wasn’t there when you fell asleep. picking it up, the cool condensation leaves your fingers wet to the touch, and the icy water feels nice on your throat.

your eyes begin to water as more and more of what happened last night comes back you—in particular the words you said to him in your drunken state. a tsunami of guilt washes over you, mixed with lingering waves of anger and hurt. taking another sip of the water, you try to calm down and think about things. maybe it’s best to talk to hyunjin about this and tell him everything that’s on your mind now that you’re sober. yeah, that’ll work.

you groggily stand up from the couch, pulling the blanket over your shoulders like a cape and letting it drag along the floor as you tentatively walk to the bedroom. the door swings open with a quiet creak, and you bite your lip nervously.

“hyunjin?” you call into the darkness, voice loud enough to wake him but gentle enough not to startle him. you’re met with silence, and you frown as your eyes adjust a bit to the darkness only to see an empty bed in front of you, cotton sheets carelessly thrown aside. your heart sinks deep into your chest, the small rays of hope and forgiveness quickly fading. gone to practice again, you’re not even sure if he’ll be back until later and even then he might not return at all, considering what you said to him last night. your heart feels like it’s been torn in two; you were ready to talk things out with hyunjin and work towards a solution, already ready to forgive him, so seeing him leave just like any other day sends daggers through your heart.

“he could’ve at least made the bed,” you grumble to yourself, haphazardly throwing the sheets and pillow back to where they belong. as you do so, you can’t help but wonder if maybe it really is for the best if you just end things with him. sure, there are lots of great moments with hyunjin and you have so many special memories together, not to mention the fact that you’re completely head over heels in love with him, but as high as the highs in your relationship feel, the lows are just as extreme, if not even more so. you check your phone again, the lack of any sort of message from hyunjin helping you make up your mind; when he hopefully comes home tonight, you’ll break things off with him.

you shuffle back out to the living room, now brightly lit by the fully-risen morning sun. flopping down on the couch, you grab the remote so you can look for something mindless to watch; maybe it’ll help take your mind off of the impending doom that ticks ever closer to you, since you’re too antsy to go back to sleep. you’re about to turn the tv on when a loud thump at the door startles you into dropping the remote. you turn to look at the door, peerings over the couch wide-eyed as you hear keys fumbling in the lock before the handle clicks and the door swings open. when hyunjin’s tall frame quietly enters the room, you think your heart must’ve stopped beating for a moment. your emotions are in turmoil as a million questions and thoughts race through your mind; what’s he doing back so early? do i still break up with him? where did he go if not practice and schedules? and what’s in that box??

hyunjin gently places a white box on the nearest surface before putting his jacket and mask away. you don’t think he’s noticed you’re awake yet, as he seems to be trying his best to be silent. you almost giggle at the thought, but then you remember you’re mad at him and you just continue curiously watching his actions. he finally turns to peek over at the couch, expecting to see your still sleeping form, so when his eyes meet yours he’s a bit taken aback.

“oh, um, goodmorning y/n,” he greets, a little bit awkward. you can tell he’s having trouble reading your emotions and he’s trying to tread carefully, so you remain quiet to see what he’s up to. he picks up the box in both hands and walks over to you, placing the box on the table beside your empty water glass and sitting down beside you. you turn to look at him, expression neutral as he furrows his eyebrows and takes your hands in his.

“y/n, i am so, so sorry for what happened yesterday. i-i know that doesn’t cut it, but i can’t even describe to you how sorry i am. i love you so so much, and i really don’t want to lose you. i understand if you don’t feel the same and you’d rather just en-end it, but i want to do whatever it takes to keep you in my life.”

you didn’t even notice you were crying until his thumb is swiping away a tear on your cheek. he leaves his hand up against your face, and you can’t help but lean into his touch.

“you’ve been so supportive of me following my dreams and being an idol, and i’ve been awful at showing you how much you mean to me. so i’m taking today off, i’ve told chan what happened and he said he’ll cover for me, so now i can be here with you. is...is that okay?” hyunjin asks, eyes searching yours to try and read what your tears mean--are you sad? do you hate him forever?

all you can think to do right now is lean forward to capture his lips in a deep kiss. as soon as your lips touch you can feel the relief wash through both yourself and him. he pulls you closer and wraps his arms tight around you as if he’s never letting go. you pull apart with a soft giggle, wiping your tears away and gently smiling.

“i love you too, jinnie. we can make this work, just please-please don’t make promises you can’t keep ever again, ok?” you ask as you squeeze him in a tight hug, breathing in the welcoming scent of his sweater. he kisses your forehead and lightly caresses your tear-stained cheek.

“deal,” he says, and the two of you just lie there in each other’s arms in silence, your arms wrapped tightly around hyunjin’s torso and his fingers tracing circles on your back. you’re overwhelmed with emotions right now, and you hardly know what to think, but you’re relieved to have hyunjin back in your arms. suddenly, you remember you still don’t know where he went this morning.

“what’s in the box?” you ask as you pull away to examine it, reaching out to touch the white cardboard.

“ah, i mean it’s nothing really, i mean it’s a day late anyways and it’s so early i could hardly find anywhere that was open, let alone actually had something decent,” hyunjin rambles as you open the lid to see a small cake inside with “happy birthday y/n! sorry i ruined your birthday” written in purple icing. the sight makes your heart swell with happiness and you can’t hold back the smile in your face.

“you got up this early just to get me a cake?” you ask in excitement; if this is hyunjin’s way of making things up to you, it’s definitely working.

“not just a cake,” he says nervously as he pulls a smaller white box out of his pocket and hands it to you. opening it, you see a delicate silver chain necklace with a tiny locket on it. inside the locket is a super dumb picture of you and hyunjin from back when your first started dating, and the word “stay” is engraved on the back. you blink furiously, trying and failing to rid yourself of the tears filling your eyes.

“i was gonna give this to you yesterday, but i felt like it might not have been the bets time...and i know it’s kind of cheesy, but i wanted you to always have something to remember me by when i’m away. i got one for myself too so you’ll be with me too, i’m gonna try to even sneak it with me on stage so you’ll always be by my side,” he says, cheeks flushed with embarrassment but that just makes the moment even sweeter.

“i love it so much, hyunjin, thank you,” is all you can say in fear you’ll burst into tears if you speak any more words. you lean in to press another kiss to his soft lips, this time lingering so you can savour this moment. hyunjin helps you put the locket around your neck, and you do the same for him, smiling shyly at each other.

“so what do you say we dig into this cake and get the day started?” hyunjin asks.

“but it’s so early to eat cake!” you respond, to which hyunjin shrugs his shoulders.

“who cares, we have the whole day to spend together and we can do whatever the hell we want,” he says with a smile, and you couldn't be happier to have hyunjin in your life.

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aiorevelations · 3 years

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A Number, Not a Name: Part 6

Hope you all enjoy this latest chapter. We had a blast writing this one! @btv-grace @theannecordeliashirley

Chapter 6: Echoes of the Past

Twenty years earlier:

The pendulum of the old grandfather clock swung back and forth, its hands moving clockwise marking the continual passing of time. The “tick-tock” escaping from the timepiece was the only discernible sound within the room. The two gentlemen seated in the wide tufted wingback chairs in the center of the room preferring to pass the time in silence, only occasionally taking a swig of whiskey from their glasses.

The younger gentlemen glanced upon the portrait which hung on the wall to his right and broke the silence, “Judging from the portrait Milena and Liana have grown a great deal since I was last here.”

The older man gave a curt nod. “Yes, they have.”

“I must say, Milena certainly takes after you. She has your eyes.”

“Milena does remind me a lot of myself. She never ceases to amaze me or make me proud. Everything she does she excels at it. Whether it's academics or martial arts.” Norvan glanced down towards the drink in his hand.

“And what of Liana?”

Norvan’s gaze rose from his drink and met the gentleman’s eyes seated across from him. Their eyes locked for a few moments, no reply escaping from Norvan’s lips.

“Liana is well,” Norvan finally answered, a blank expression on his face. He brought the tumbler glass to his lips and took another sip.

The younger gentleman cleared his throat. “I must say Norvan your reputation precedes you. As soon as I arrived here I heard mention of you.”

Norvan sat farther back in his chair, “Yes, that is the case when you have been as successful as I have been. In everything I have done in my life that has always been my objective - for it to be a success. I won’t settle for anything less. I suppose I take after my father that way.” he paused for a moment and continued “And what of you cousin? Are you still biding your time with that old professor of yours?”

“Yes. Professor M and I are still enthralled with our research. Ever since he showed me a glimpse of what the world could be like it is the only thing that seems of consequence - The one thing that remains is to find what we seek.”

“Hmmm,” Norvan nodded his head in thought, “and what particular type of research are you enthralled with?”

The younger man chuckled dryly “Same old Norvan, you were always one to ask questions.”

“And you were always one to be elusive in answers, just as you are in life.” Norvan countered.

“What can I say, I go as the wind goes.”

“Or where opportunity lies.”

“Perhaps.”

“I however prefer to put down roots rather than spend my life wandering aimlessly to find my fortune or in your case a fantasy.”

The younger man placed his glass down on the mahogany table between them and grasped the armrest of his chair. His eyes darkened and his jaw clenched hearing Norvan’s slight.

Norvan took notice of the change in his cousin’s demeanor yet continued. “Though that must come naturally to you seeing as you’ve been running nearly all your life.”

“I prefer the term ‘starting over.’”

“‘Starting over,’ ‘Running from something,’ It’s all the same. I for one never shrink back from a challenge no matter what obstacles may be in the way. Unlike your father. He showed his true colors in the war when he deserted.”

“My father fought valiantly!” The younger man nearly shouted at Norvan as he rose from his chair. Norvan followed suit and stood up as well.

“Until he realized the war was a lost cause. Then he ran like a cat with its tail between its legs. Just like you!” Norvan scoffed as he pointed at his cousin.

Overcome with unspeakable rage the younger man slammed his hand down on the table.

“At least I’m not stuck in some God-forsaken place in the middle of nowhere! Here you are acting like you own the world. Like you’ve accomplished something meaningful. You haven’t!” he spat.

Norvan’s cousin began making his way across the room towards the door.

“Says the man whose only accomplishment in life is being a protege to a lunatic professor! You’re nothing Regis!” Norvan shouted after him.

Regis stopped and stood there, completely still for a moment. He then turned and calmly replied to his older cousin.

“Of course you’d see Professor M that way with that ignorant mind of yours. You will never understand or even begin to imagine the great importance of our work. How it will change the world. But then again neither will the rest of the world.”

“You truly believe that this ‘research’ of yours will give you a place in the world. That you’ll be someone remembered and praised by humanity. You lost your place in the world when you willing chose to remain a Blackgaard and reject the Blagueur name.”

“In my experience, I have found that it is not the name that makes the man but the course in life he chooses to embark upon.”

“I for one, have always continued on what course I have set upon, in spite of what may result or transpire.”

“It seems that we are each determined to see our desires through to the end no matter what. Perhaps you and I are not so different after all.”

“Perhaps.”

Regis looked down reflectively and spoke. “Goodbye, Norvan”

“Goodbye, Regis.”

…..

Present-day:

It was late at night, nearly two o’clock. In the darkened sky hung a shimmering full moon. Along a dimly lit alleyway, a woman quickly made her way to her apartment. Her coat was all done up and her hands tucked in her pockets in an effort to keep somewhat warm from the chilly night breeze. She reached the gates of her apartment complex and walked through them towards her flat “105.” She pulled out her key and began to unlock the door. She heard a familiar voice behind her and turned to greet her landlord.

“Ms.Vardyan, you’re getting in late.”

“Hello, Mrs. Agassi. How come you’re up at this hour?”

“Oh you know, a landlord’s work is never done.” she gave a slight laugh “I was just going over my books and finances. I saw you pass by my bedroom window and thought I’d say hi. Speaking of finances, you still owe me last month’s rent.”

“I know. I know. I promise you’ll have it by Wednesday.”

“Okay, that will be fine. Just make sure you aren’t late again.” Mrs. Agassi quipped as she began to head back to her apartment.

“Don’t worry. I will” Ms. Vardyan called after her. She finished unlocking the door and entered her home. It had been a long day and she was completely exhausted. All she wanted to do was sleep though she doubted she would be able to, at least not well and for very long, with all the haunted memories of her past constantly weighing on her mind. Whenever she could drift off she savored every moment of it. It was the only time she could escape the unending pain and emptiness she felt every moment she spent awake. She reached her bedroom and collapsed on the bed. She stared at the ceiling and sighed. Her hand made its way to the golden locket she always wore around her neck. She held it up so that it was illuminated by the moonlight streaming in from her bedroom window. She opened the locket and glanced at the photo, which was an image of her and the man she loved more than anything.

She closed the locket and brought it to her heart, tears streaming down her face. She closed her eyes, sobs racking her entire body. She pictured the day that image was taken. She could still recall every detail of that day even though now it seemed like an eternity ago. She was a different person then. In fact, that was a completely different life. She and Erik had spent the day at the lake. The two of them had shared a picnic by the water’s edge, playfully splashed each other, and tried to see who could fly their kite the highest. The air had been filled with sounds of endless laughter and joy. She recalled how she was filled with indescribable happiness every time she was in his arms, both that day and all the other times they shared together. They had been happy and so in love, excitedly looking forward to their future together. But now he was gone and their future had been snatched from them. When she lost him she didn’t know how she would survive. Every part of her had been filled with unspeakable grief, pain, and anger. Her heart had been ripped into a million pieces. Now all she felt was emptiness, sadness, and a sense of loneliness that overwhelmed her whole being.

Since that fateful day when Erik had been so cruelly taken from her she had sworn to make those who had horrifically murdered him pay for what they had done. It had been her sole focus for almost the past five years. The only thing that mattered to her. She had almost accomplished her goal but one person still stood in her way and she was determined to cross his name off her list.

…..

Three months earlier:

Milena and Lorenzo sat together around a patio table on an upper porch. Around them and on the table were placed candles and arrays of red roses. Above them stars brightly twinkled in the night sky. While they were surrounded by the view of the wooded mountainside, the trees seemingly aglow with fireflies. The two of them sat there content, completely enveloped in each other’s presence.

“I must say Lena you look stunning tonight. That dress brings out the color of your eyes” Lorenzo adoring complimented Milena.

Milena’s smile widened “And you look very handsome.”

“Thank you mio caro. It feels so wonderful to be here with you especially since we haven’t had much time to be together recently.”

“I know and feel terrible about that. My father and I have just been very busy acquiring new plots for drilling. Securing various business deals—”

Lorenzo took Milena’s hand “No need to apologize. I’ve always found myself captivated by your ingenuity and determination. It’s one of the reasons why I love you so much.”

“And your understanding and patience is one of the reasons why I love you so much.”

They stared intently at one another, lost in each other’s eyes. At that moment a voice came from behind them.

“Ms. Blagueur-Ohanyan.”

Milena looked up in her housekeeper’s direction. “Jemma I requested that Lorenzo and I not be interrupted.”

“I know ma’am and I’m sorry for disturbing you but the caller said it was urgent that he speak to you” Jemma held out the phone to Milena.

Milena sighed “Will you excuse me for a moment.”

“Of course.”

Milena scooted her chair back and rose from her seat. “I’ll be right back” she gently touched Lorenzo’s arm as she walked past him towards the sliding door. Milena reached Jenna and took the phone from her. She walked a few feet inside the house in order to have some privacy and held the phone up to her ear.

“Hello” she answered.

The person on the other end responded “Hello. Am I speaking to Milena Blagueur-Ohanyan?”

“Yes, this is she.”

“I’m Officer Adam Kassabian with the Bulin police department. I’m sorry to inform you but your father has passed away.”

The blood drained from Milena’s face as she heard the officer’s words. She took a deep breath as she struggled to keep her composure. “Um...are you ah,” she stammered “sure that he’s…gone?”

“Unfortunately yes. We located the burning wreckage of his car at the bottom of a cliff about twenty minutes outside of Bulin.”

Milena’s head was spinning as she tried to comprehend that her father was dead. “Is there um…” she took a breath, willing herself once more to hold it together, “any idea how it happened?”

“We’re still in the early stages of the investigation Ms. Ohanyan.”

Milena could tell from Officer Kassabian’s voice that there was something he was holding back from her.

“Please,” she paused “whatever you know tell me…I want to know.”

Officer Kassabian sighed “We’ve found what appears to be the remains of a disk grenade. The car was also riddled with bullet holes and your father was shot. Unfortunately, it appears as though this wasn’t an accident.”

Milena’s heart felt sick and she was filed with unspeakable sadness and anger. Her fingers loosened their grip on the phone and it dropped to the floor. She stood there unable to move, paralyzed with grief. Lorenzo hearing the clatter of the phone hitting the tile walked to the entrance of the sliding glass door to check on Milena. He saw her there frozen in that spot and shaking uncontrollably. Her eyes red and brimming with tears.

“Lena what’s wrong?” he stepped closer in her direction.

Milena swallowed hard willing herself to speak. “My father…he’s gone Lorenzo...he was killed.”

“Oh Lena, I’m so sorry.” he gently spoke, trying to offer her as much comfort and support as he could. “I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now.”

“I just saw him yesterday. We were together chatting and laughing like always.” Milena cried, lost in a daze as she remembered the events of the previous day. “I never imagined that would be the last time I’d see him.”

Milena shook her head and brought her hand to her mouth. She collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Lorenzo walked over to Milena and wrapped his arms around her. She wailed as she buried her tear streaked face in his shirt. They sat there together on the floor. Neither of them saying anything. To Milena this was just another reminder of how cruel life had been to her. She had lost her mother when she was just a toddler. Her sister had turned her back on their family. And now, just when she was finally enjoying a period of happiness in her life, her father’s life was mercilessly taken.

#Adventures in odyssey #jason whittaker #aio fanfic #adventures in odyssey fanfiction #tasha forbes #adventuresinodyssey

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apexlegendsimagines · 4 years

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This day called Valentines Pt. 2

Loba:

-She showers you in gifts and treasures.

-Though you might not be as materialistic as her, you still appreciate it. After all

-She has gone through a lot of trouble to get these treasures.

-She doesn’t accept any of your gifts. No matter if they are homemade, bought, cheap or expensive.

-She insists that no matter what you give her, she has it. But the only thing you could ever promise her is your heart.

-You know she trusts and loves you because on this day, she always visits her parents grave. Since she cannot, being in the games, she still sets their photos up and produces two roses for her love for them.

-A silly gesture but she still appreciates when you bring ribbons that you have tied together in different designs. Both in her parents colors.

“Thank you beautiful. Promise me your heart and I can promise you everything else.”

Mirage:

-He always takes holidays off to ship off and go see his mother. So he invites you for the first time to go with him.

-There is nothing more precious to him than his mother and he worries over what she will think of you.

-You remind him that it should be you worrying but then he touches your heart by saying, “True, but she’s precious to me. And so are you. I would hate to have to tip toe around her because she doesn’t like you.”

-He puts you first over the weekend, but first introducing you to his mother.

-She almost screams in delight as she begins to hug you and proclaim you are her new daughter.

-She teaches you some family recipes, “So you can cook for Elliot whenever you feel up to it.” And you memorize every ingredient down to the measurement.

-He almost feels left out but then is surprised with two gifts of love. One from his mother and another from you.

-His mother give him a photo he has never seen, one with him and his bothers the day before Valentine’s Day, making cards for Elliot’s classmates. He nearly cries but puts the photo back into his mother’s hands. “I have (Y/N) to help me through those memories mom. You need this more than I do.”

-You make an uncertain face as you present your gift. A photo album that already has some of the pictures Elliot has of his bothers in it. On the front, an edited imagine with you, his bothers, his mother and him.

-“Keep it Elliot, don’t let their hard work be in vain.” His mother tells him, and so it’s then he realizes, he’s found the one.

“You’re gonna see a lot more of me Mom, and so much more of (Y/N). They’re family now right?”

Octane:

-The only attention he has ever got on Valentine’s Day was those of girls going after his fortune and his last name.

-That’s why he gave it up, and it’s why he knows you are the one.

-You had no idea who Octavio Silva was. But you knew Octane, The Daredevil who blew off his legs.

-You see through to his heart and he wants to do the same with you.

-So instead of dragging you to do God knows what, he actually calls the help of Wattson and Lifeline to help him plan an amazing Valentine’s Day.

-What he doesn’t know, is that you had planned a day of excitement. After all, it’s why you fell in love with him.

-But after the revaluation, Octane matures up and explains that you’re always doing and taking care of his needs. He wants you to know that you are his one. His only. His life and his love.

-So you both proceed to have a wonderful day filled with tacky Valentine’s Day shenanigans.

-But at the end of the day, all that is left to say is “I love you.”

“Death cant catch up to me. But you’ve met my speed (Y/N).”

Pathfinder:

-Path doesn’t quite get the premise of Valentine’s Day. Are you always supposed to show your loved ones that you love them?

-After much explanation from Mirage and Wattson, Path sparks up an idea. Pun intended

-He is rather distant and secretive around you for a couple of days. You would walk in on him hunched over some papers and he would scurry to pile them up into one folder.

-On the day, you still wake up with a bright smile on your face. Perhaps it was all for the best right? Besides you did have your gift for him.

-As the day passed you noticed something different. No one was in the main lobby, in their rooms or anything. Strange but could be because of the holidays. So you search for Path.

-So you go to his dorm where there is a note on the front door.

-“The sun was bright, and the engines loud, but here is where you turned my, metaphorical, frown into a smile.”

-it was cheesy and tried to rhyme but you loved it. And knew where this was. Once you arrived at the landing pad where your airship dropped you, you found a rose and your favorite candy.

-“I’m told roses are for people who find you exceptionally amazing. But not even the cafeteria sweets are as sweet as you. Or so I’m told.”

-once you arrived at the cafeteria doors you smiled in delight as you saw many cut out hears on the door. Once you opened it, you found Path inside with the other legends and their dates.

“I may have become number one by winning. But you’ve won your way into my heart!”

Revenant:

-Doesn’t care but low key cares

-He remembers what it was like whenever he was human. He’s slowly gathering memories and he remembers spending holidays with his family when he was a young boy. Those days were far gone, but since he has you. Well

-You wake up that day to find he was staring at you, all night.

-it’s weird yes but he reminds you that he could have killed you. Both true and a lie since he wouldn’t have killed you.

-He brings you to the kitchen to show you the foods he cooked for you and has ready to cook for you. They’re dishes from when he was a kid and dishes he knows he could make with his eyes closed.

-Throughout the day, you still have work to do. Training to complete so he works with you and basically doesn’t hold back. Which makes you better, he reminds you.

-At the end of the day, he takes you to your dorm and quickly shoved a folder of papers into your hands before walking away quickly.

-Upon further inspection you can clearly see that for every day you two have been together, he has written a letter. Some of the letters are deeply personal, comparing your actions to those of his family. Sometimes they’re in complete awe of how above average you are to the other skin suits.

“Every day I want to die. But seeing your face makes every day worth it.”

Wattson:

-She wakes you early in the morning with a cup of your favorite coffee/tea, She beams with admiration. Complementing your bed head

-As you get ready, she talks about the day she has planned. All of the shops she wants to take you to. How she wants to go to worlds edge and continue her studies with you. She continues to complement you about your brains and such.

-You follow behind and just simply watch her. The way she bounced with every step. How her knee length dress swishes from side to side. Her blonde hair gleaming in the sunshine.

-As you finger the small box in your pocket you try and wait for the perfect moment to present you valentines gift to her.

-The day goes on and finally you two step off of the ship to worlds edge. She leads you to Lava city first to examine samples and such. All day you two wonder around the arena. She had brought a basket in the ship and you two had settled down beside it to eat sandwiches for dinner.

-The sun setting, it made her glow. So at this moment you pulled out the box and presented it to her.

-She thanked you and opened it gasping at the beautiful necklace that you had made from yarn. You had wrapped around a silver locket.

-“It looks silly I know but I figured it wouldn’t hurt you if you wore it on the field.”

-“It’s perfect! Merci! Merci Mon Amour.” She leaves a small kiss on your cheek, already moving to put the necklace over her yellow dress. It stood out but in a good way. Blue yarn against yellow. She still looked beautiful.

“Mon Amour, you’re all I have and I want to hold onto you!”

Wraith:

-You will be the one planning the day. But knowing your audience, you plan accordingly.

-She wakes up with you laying in bed next to her. Holding her. She doesn’t freak out but instead smiles. Because you’re the only one who can calm the voices.

-Once both of you are awake, you chose to stay in pjs all day. You had already planned and ordered ahead of time.

-So when it’s breakfast time, you had already cut up some fruit and such that you know she loves. You both eat happily and enjoy some unsolved mysteries

-When lunch comes around her favorite Thai. You two work on some home projects, specifically hanging up photos and lightening her place up.

-When dinner comes around you have some groceries delivered to her place. Where you and her both cook.

-it’s a simple day to most. But to her, it’s perfect. She doesn’t have to worry about others and neither do you.

“There are so many versions of us. But I’m glad I’m here. With you. Right now.”

#apex #apex legends #apex legends imagines #apex imagines #loba andrade #mirage #elliot witt #octane #ovtavio silva #pathfinder #revenant #wattson #natalie paquette #wraith #renee blasey

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So I ended up listening to If The World Was Ending (KHS Ver) a bunch of times and let me present to you some angst to read while you listen to it too 🤓

Five and Reader both look up at the same sky. Reader, for some reason she doesn't know, prefers it when the moon isn't in sight. She reasons that the stars shine much brighter without it. Five, of course, doesn't have the moon to comfort him. They both look up at the same stars and miss each other deeply. At least that's the one thing that's never changing. The stars are too far away for anyone to hurt them. The stars are safe from sadness... They hope the same for each other.

Reader sometimes passes by Five's room and just sits or stands in the middle when she misses Five too much. She's haunted by the memories of a younger her and Five, dancing around the room. Memory Five's smile is wide as he tries to find Memory Reader. When he catches her, they laugh and look so happy and Reader's eyes fill with tears even though nobody is there. Just the memory of them as children; dancing, playing, reading, sleeping. Innocent and naive, the dearest thing to each other in the world. They never notice the reader... She sometimes forgets she's the one who's real and they're not.

They both have a tendency to hold on to their lockets unconsciously. Five, especially, never takes his off. He has an extreme fear of losing it. When he's exhausted and collapses, normally at the end of the day, he opens it and looks at reader's face just to give himself strength. It's the only picture he has of her. His only smiles in the apocalypse is when he's looking at that picture, and sometimes his mind takes him back to the moment when he used to dance with her in his room or sneak out with her similar to how Reader slips back into memories when she's sitting in Five's room. Looking at that picture warms him even on the coldest days in the apocalypse.

Reader has a few pictures of her and Five framed that they took in a cheap photo booth during one of their escapades. She found the matching pictures in Five's room, also framed. She keeps the entire set in her room. Her favorite is the one where she's hugging Five, cheek squished up against his shoulder. She's giggling mischievously while he's laughing fully because she had tickled him right before the picture was taken. That kind of wide smile was always a rarity for him. She can't help but run her finger over the picture everytime her chest pinches when she misses him, when she gets tired of that stern portrait of Five that hangs in the parlor.

When Addison and Viktoria ask Reader if she's ever been in love for the first time, her hand reaches to her locket and her mind goes back to all the moments where she felt the warmth bubble in her chest because of Five. All these years later and it's still not gone. Somehow she knows, he's the only one who can make that feeling erupt.

Both Reader and Five lie awake at the same time, in different timelines, thinking of each other immensely trying to stop the tears welling in their eyes. "I hope they're happy. I hope they're safe" is the mantra they repeat to themselves, unaware the other is wishing the same for them.

Sorry for the angst, but I had these images come at me dramatic music video style and needed to share them before I forgot. Hope you like!

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH...but how dare you hurt me again lol. I’m going to liquify your knuckles so can hurt me no more.

I’m not going to do that lmao, what I am going to do is respond with more angst.

Sometimes Five will go to the ruins of the academy and sit by the memorial he created for the reader. He’d sit next to it and talk to her but there would be no response back. He missed her voice, her image, her mannerisms. The silence of the world was deafening yet he would still talk to the air. He hoped that maybe wherever she was, she would hear whispers of his voice.

The silence of the apocalypse is also why he created the imaginary version of the reader. He needed someone. he needed her. The first time he saw her, he was wandering the ruins of the house as he did plenty of times before. He looked over in the area that used to be the parlor and saw the reader standing there. He ran over to her arms open ready to hold her again but when he tried to grab her there was nothing to wrap his arms around. They just moved through the air. His heart shattered a but when he realized that this wasn’t really her, but this vision was better than nothing.

During another time wandering the ruins alone he saw something twinkling in the area where the reader was. Pushing away dirt he found broken glass and a photo strip damaged by the fire. There was only half of it left, the side where he could see himself smiling wide. He wondered if he’d ever be that happy again.

When the reader went to her first school dance the DJ would play slow songs a few times and it broke her heart to see all the other kids getting to dance with someone. Dean, Kenny, and Bren all asked if she wanted to dance so she wouldn’t be left out but there was only one person she wanted to dance with. Five.

For the first few months of being alone in the future, the reader would find ways to bring caffeine into the house so she could drink it and stay awake. She knew if she slept she would dream about Five and the life she once had but wake up to an empty reality. Grace and Diego caught on and put a stop to it but around her birthday and the anniversary of the day they met she falls back into her caffeine problem.

The bench they first met at survived being ruined in the apocalypse because it was made of concrete. Sometimes, in their respective time periods, they’ll sit on the bench at the same time. They swear they can feel someone next to them but no one is ever there.

Hope you like these!

#tua #the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #ua #umbrella academy #tua five #five hargreeves #five #five x reader #tua five hargreeves

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Whispers, they echoed around; before, deadly silence. The only thing he had been able to feel was coldness, a horrible iciness, gripping all his being. Then, slight pain, added to the one of blood loss. Finally, warmth, intense at first, controlled after.

But that warmth changed. With more whispers he could not recognize, it stopped being familiar and committed.

The ghost had let go of him, leaving him to rest inside the workshop instead.

“I can’t be here when he wakes up.”

Arthur could not hear him, still fainted, but safer inside Lance’s office. The warmth his arms had provided in the night was now given by Mystery’s fur, who rested as weakly behind the blond. Both had sustained deep wounds, and had not yet woken up.

For him, it was a good thing, but not for her.

“You should be here, Lewis.” Their voices echoed, only them capable of distinguishing their hurt tonality and emotion. As she held onto his ghostly arm, they both exchanged a deep look, one they had not been able to share before. “I want you here. I need you.”

His name, it echoed inside the room, a hand stirred.

“You shouldn’t, Vivi. Look around you, at them. I did this. I don’t belong here.” Another stir, as she took a few steps closer while he snarled. “He certainly won’t want me near, he shouldn’t either.”

“First, there was also that scissor maniac. Second, I’ve just remembered you and your death. Lastly… he was looking everywhere for you.”

“So was I. So much, so fervently that I could even lose sight of you, Vivi. I wanted him dead, more than giving you my heart.”

“Do you really think you can become someone he’ll call-“

“Yes. Much more than that; I hunted him down, I will surely be in his nightmares. He was mine, in my fiery grasp, as I-“

“You let me fall.”

Both Lewis and Vivi jolted, hearing that whisper. Slowly, they turned to look back at the far corner; there in the dim light, the big kitsune on the ground, and on him… not a sleeping figure, but a very awake and alert one.

Lewis shuddered, pierced by those two lost distrustful eyes. Arthur was still resting against Mystery’s side, but he had already assumed a tense position. His expression was more confused than furious, but the hurt was there.

Arthur only looked away from the ghost in the shadows to do one thing. He moved his only available hand and reached for his own chest. His disoriented grimace only intensified, when he could not find the hole in his chest, the one he had felt and seen before blacking out. He lost sight of those ghostly eyes in the pain, and now he could not feel them on him anymore as he regained consciousness.

Lewis had averted his gaze. Before Vivi could say anything, he had floated slightly away, his hand grabbing what had been beating on a desk. She had assembled what was left of his locket, the only one daring to reach for it, as she once had tried to do when she first saw him.

And now, as Arthur looked frozen with no understanding of what happened, Lewis tried to leave.

He couldn’t. Vivi did try to get a grasp of his arm as he tried to phase through a wall, but it was another thing that made him halt dead on his tracks.

“Why.”

So many questions, in just one word: Why was he not dead? Why was he? Why had he pursued him, only for him to try to kill him?

There was nowhere to run here. He was cornered, battered, and Vivi would not be of much protection if the ghost really wanted to lunge on him. The intent had been there, fiery and unyielding. Yet… Lewis was not doing anything but look away. Even his ghostly form had shifted, to show his former self, the same sight Arthur had seen before plummeting.

Arthur’s heart was beating impossibly fast; still heartbroken, impossibly lost, wondering if all was just a nightmare, or just another pause in the chase, just thanks to her presence.

It’s down to me to fix it.

Vivi did not miss how Arthur flinched when Lewis moved next. He sunk back into Mystery’s fur when those ghostly eyes fixed on him again. But the fainted Kistune did not offer much solace as the ghost advanced towards him.

“Arthur.”

Right then, there was no doubt he had not dreamed seeing this ghost as Lewis. He was seeing it right now, again. The friend he was desperately looking for was right there, looming over him. Part of him expected him to reach for his collar to yank at him again, perhaps fire to shoot downwards like it did for the tire of his van… and part of him expected the familiarity of his slow crouch, the look he gave him next.

Gone was the skull; eye to eye, Lewis whispered, as Arthur seemed to stop fearing.

“I’ve been dead for a while.” Lewis did something he himself had not expected to do before. With a hesitant glance, he grasped his locket, and let it rest in his hand for Arthur to reach for, this time willingly. “I tried to kill you.”

It was no illusion. Arthur brushed again his chest, now recognizing some scars in the dim light. Then, he looked at that shattered heart, which had seemed to be pieced together. His only hand moved after some seconds of contemplation; Vivi had moved closer, and was now looming behind Lewis, with the most pained look he had ever seen on her face. Her eyes oversaw it all as his hand finally clasped onto the locket, a shiver running down his spine as he brushed Lewis’ fingers.

“You did.” Arthur held again the locket, and once more he opened it. The picture was there, as torn as the pieces, as well glued together. The smiles were still visible however, so contrasting to the grimaces the three now wore. “Do you hate me that much?”

“No. I do not; you surviving that night is not what has made me hurt you.” Arthur truly was struggling to understand, as Lewis now looked nothing like his ghostly self, but like the friend he had always known, just seemingly heartbroken as he spoke. “I can’t hate you, not now, perhaps not ever. I thought I did; but I did not know who my enemy truly was.”

A shake of head, a choked whisper.

“I don’t understand, Lewis.”

“I know.” Lewis looked over his shoulder, afraid. He met her blue eyes, which once had been tinted pink. “No words may help you do so.”

She whispered, slightly hesitant, but sure that the truth was much better than believing Lewis would want him dead just for living, for such a petty reason.

“He should know. If he wants to…”

She understood if Arthur perhaps preferred to move away; she would stay by Lewis instead.

It was the ghost who showed most reluctance; he could see Arthur try to puzzle together all he knew, of that night and this one. But there were too many pieces missing. He believed in an accident, but… he could never imagine a murder mystery. A murder he had not committed, but that he could blame on himself if he ever discovered that he had not slipped and fallen.

“Arthur.” He met his eyes again, even though the locket was pulsing impossibly rapidly in his hand. He warned, his former friend finding himself listening. “I can show you the reason of me becoming what you have seen and are seeing now. However… if I do, I need you to do one thing.”

The blond gulped, noting the deadly serious look in those gleaming eyes.

“W-what?”

“Do not dare blame yourself.”

Those words, they triggered a reaction instantly. Arthur’s face showed a deep grimace, his eyes narrowing suspiciously; but it was not directed to Lewis, but to himself.

“You… fell in that place. You did…” Arthur held his head, seemingly doubting his own words, something screaming inside him. His heart, which had recently felt so cold, seemed to beat with something unlocked, but still blurred. “You did, didn’t you…?”

Arthur shivered, for Lewis raised one hand. It loomed over his eyes, but stayed there, not daring to descend onto them.

“I won’t show you if you don’t promise. I rather be the one you hate the most.”

Instead of himself.

“How can you…” His memory, it was full of flashes of green, something that was slowly seeping, making him recall painfully. It was making him fear much more than Lewis could have ever had. “P-please don’t make me promise.”

All the wariness he had felt was gone. Lewis tried to move away after his words, but he found himself stopped. He shivered when Arthur leaned fast and latched his only hand on his suit, keeping him there as he asked with a haunted gaze.

“Show me.” Lewis leaned slightly away, but that only made Arthur beg. “P-please, Lewis.”

His name was said with familiarity, affection. It was not whispered with shock, incredibility and fear. That made him decide that the truth would allow for a future in which he could mend things, even if slowly and painfully.

Arthur did tremble as he placed his hand onto his eyes, but did not flinch away. Slowly, a violet fire began to spark from it, but he did not cower. The fear was there, but it was not for his ghostly capabilities, but what they would allow him to see.

Vivi knew now those violet hues. However, this time they brought clarity, not blindness. Still she wished she did not know what Arthur would see, and that none of them had to ever know of it. It should have never happened.

As the light grew, Lewis closed his own eyes. He did not have the strength to see them sink into Arthur’s.

For both were now seeing what he saw, all through his former living eyes. The cave, the mist; the sound of a dash, the feel of a hand pushing on his back. The rush of air, the last sight of a sharp smirk from above. A spike, blood. His grieving resentful heart pulsing to give birth to his wraith, a ghost. Then, all that he had seen, just in another perspective. His coffin opening, his chase, Vivi being taken away, the truck, the crash and his last grip on him over ghostly spikes.

Then… the grasp. The cold icy grasp of what had made him dash that night, this time capable of much more thanks to his dying breaths. The lashes, the leers, the murderous intent. Their hold, their hits. Eyes full of malice, but then cowardice. Release… then silence; regretful painful silence. His body safe in their grasp, much more caring that what had made him move.

Those visions, not his own, but so representative of his actions. When they ended, he could still feel the coldness, what had kept him oblivious and blind.

Violet hues fading, his eyes returned to normalcy. For normalcy was now always one of horror, terrible wonder.

Lewis was not surprised to hear Arthur gasp and hold his own head, finally releasing his tight hold. Even Vivi leaned to reach for his shoulder, to keep him from slumping in lightheadedness.

With deep breaths, he was trying to stop seeing blurry, reach some clarity. But clarity was still so terrible, so cold to embrace.

As cold as him.

“Lewis, I-“ A hiss, the sight of his own body dashing forward, overlapped in a cave and right outside this workshop. “I ki-“

He did not let him finish. Arthur huffed, for Lewis lunged indeed. But instead of doing so like he had done before, he did so with a feeling much more pain inducing, more clear and real.

And Arthur… could move away; he could free himself from that hug, so easily. Lewis was holding him tight, close, yet trembling, hesitantly, knowing what he had done himself.

So his only hand moved once more, to return the embrace as Lewis let out a sobbed assuring whisper.

“You didn’t.”

He whispered too, tears much more clear than the black ones falling on him.

“Neither did you.”

An admission, no trace of blame. Vivi sighed, crouching there, able to do nothing but let them feel each other’s presence, let time begin to heal.

They were heartbroken, but hopeful as well.

#msa #mystery skulls #mystery skulls animated #I KNOW LAST CHAPTER'S ENDING WAS TOO MUCH #I TRIED TO SOFTEN IT. HAPPY?!#Please don't lynch me. This bat only knows how to write pain

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hllo ! i’m nora ( she / her, 24, gmt ) crawling back to this rp once more like the dirty sewer slug i am !! i just can’t get enough, baybeyyy ! u may remember me frm such roles as alma putnam, rory bergstrom, bridget matusiak or greta o’driscoll 2 name jst a few.... sure there were more over these long years, bt the show must go on.... this is mimi, she’s dogmatic, tenacious n single-minded 2 the point of recklessness, she doesn’t like handouts n she’s funding her degree through her onlyfans account n moaning abt shit on tiktok. we love 2 see it !! slam that like button n i’ll creep into ur DMs like the slippery worm i am OR u can discord me at that bitch carole baskin#8664. a humble pinterest.

『ALEXA DEMIE ❙ CIS-FEMALE 』 ⟿ looks like MIMI MARTÍNEZ is here for HER SOPHOMORE year as an ARCHITECTURE AND SOCIAL ANTHROPOLOGY student. SHE is 22 years old & known to be STRONG-WILLED, GOAL-ORIENTED, ARROGANT & EASILY BORED. They’re living in MORIS, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ nora. 24. gmt. she/her.

this is p embarassing but i actually originally wrote mimi for a discord rp based around love island asgjag dont laugh at me but it was so chaotic n someone deleted it w-out telling any of us so i lost her bio.... all her threads....e verythin.... it was mad. but anyway we startin from scratch w this intro so bare with

mimi is a really extra character so when trying to flesh her out i thot of the most extra thing i could do n made a colour coded mindmap with watercolour paints detailing her values, aesthetics and early life. shoot me

background: she grew up in a trailer home in boulder city, abt half an hour from vegas. her mom had worked in a vegas casino for most of her 20s but relocated to boulder city for a slower pace of life / lower crime rate when she started having kids. mimi has 2 older brothers n she’s the youngest. has that invulnerable younger sibling complex n basically thinks nothing can touch her. very confident in her own intelligence and her ability to get shit done

has mexican ancestry on her mom’s side. doesn’t know her dad. was raised with spanish catholic principals n found it all very stained glass windows and extra n that’s why she was kinda drawn to the decadence of vegas and all these massively high key aesthetics, like dia de les muertos was her fave thing growin up just bcos the pure feel of the festival and painting a sugar skull on her face n being able to party on the streets in a flower crown where everyone was kinda anonymous but together in this celebration

in boulder city her mom worked as a carer as there’s a lot of retirees there. mimi really resented the slow pace of life, longed for some fucking energy n life. she was a cheerleader in school but outside of school there wsn’t much to do except practise stunts and go on bike rides. occasionally they’d get dressed up and catch a bus to henderson, the next biggest city for them to get tht sweet night life

her teenage years consisted mostly of hanging around the renovated motel blocks used as housing projects n tanning by the pool. very florida project if you’ve seen that. she reminds me a lot of the mum in that. also she started working as an avon rep going door-to-door when she was 16 bcos she wanted to have her own income. like as young as 14 she’d decided she was smart enough to go to college but she didn’t have the money n her family didn’t really see it as a worthwhile thing, her mom was very like the mom from matilda “you chose books.... i chose looks!” which i think is where a lot of mimi’s more shallow / appearance-driven traits come from

wasn’t really ‘cool’ until high school. before that she was a bit of a lisa simpson type. won a spelling bee when she was 9. was in the mathletes squad in middle school. when she went from middle school to high school she started cheer and tried to reinvent herself basically. always been very concerned with social mobility and keen to socially climb, like when she enters a new situation she’ll find out who the alphas are and quickly try n befriend them

when she turned 18 she moved out and went to vegas despite her mom hating the idea bcos it was everything she’d tried to get her kids away from. she worked in the clubs there for several years as a shot girl, a table dancer, n eventually she started workin behind the bar in a strip club. in the club it ws really hard to resist becoming a dancer bcos of the sheer amount they made in tips. no one really pressured her into it she just eventually decided tht it was way more logical to do it while she was young n fit and had the stamina and ppl were willing to pay to see her body so she started taking pole fitness lessons. she also started working as a cam girl around this time

working in vegas strip clubs is basically whats paid for uni. like she didn’t go at 18 like most of her friends did bcos she didn’t have the money and she didn’t want to feel indebted to a college like she had to compete for her place and not put a toe out of line bcos she was on a scholarship. she was determined to pay her own way and it took 4 years of working really hard and saving n even tho she was working in vegas she basically never went out bcos every penny she had needed to go on uni n thts how we get to radcliffe baybeeyy

part 2 - interior / values / personality

values: the aesthetic !! literally loves the aesthetic so much. everything she owns is super embellished, she’s a pop socket gal, her dell laptop is covered in glitzy stickers, she always has acrylics n probs makes nail art videos on tiktok. really tuned into tiny details like painting a little hello kitty above her eye which translates into her degree when she’s doing small-scale mockups of town plans n stuff... she jst puts so much detail into them. ppl often get surprised when she tells them she does architecture but it makes so much sense bcos she grew up in a trailer park n was always thinking about ways the space could be more efficiently used, like she loves re-conceptualising neighbourhoods, definitely spent hours on sims as a kid. she also grew up near hoover dam n so loads of school trips they just took them there n she was like.... this is tight but it could be cooler.... where’s the passion....

massively into photography, has such a neat instagram feed like everything just compliments the tones in the next post like mMMM. idk if any of u know any architecture students but this is literally the one constant i can find…. like they all have super good instagrams feeds. is that bitch that will take 40 fake candids of u in a row at different angles to get u the perfect profile picture cos she understands the importance of marketing urself and having an online #brand

has wire rimmed glasses that she doesn’t need to see BUT they r like a magnifying glass for when she’s working with really small materials to do a mock up of an urban plan, and also just sometimes wears them for the aesthetic bc she’s such a pinterest bitch

assassination nation is such a big mood. literally the aesthetics of that and lily colson’s whole brand of feminism and nudity not being inherently sexual but at the same time wanting to profit off that bcos why the fuck shouldnt she use a corrupt system to her advantage is incredibly mimi

literally a human personification of a bratz doll both in attitude and fashion sense

somehow simultaneously gansey in the raven cycle AND elle woods in legally blonde? the two genders

values cont bc i started rambling: her independence and freedom. being the best at any given task she sets her mind to accomplish because she is unable to accept failure. social mobility. sexual liberation. interested in the psychology of sub-cultures and how ppl form groups and interact w each other and cult identities which is why she minors in anthropology. pro-choice. pro-weed legalisation. pro-sex worker rights. very activist.

aesthetics tht remind me of her: von dutch. a strappy cami top that says ‘please do not do coke in the bathroom’. low-waisted jeans that show off her belly button piercing. acrylic nails tapping against a heavily embellished second-hand dell laptop. heart shaped sunglasses in every colour. translucent stripper heels with barbie doll heads and plastic spiders in the heel. spraying champagne you cant afford all over the walls. narcotics in a heart shaped locket. an amazon wishlist full of lingerie linked on your tinder profile. sex tapes recorded on VCR. a religious devotion to waxing clinics. necking shots like you were born to do it.

she’s an enfj type which makes her pretty charismatic and confidence, like she has a fierce kind of energy to her, but she’s also super unwilling to accept criticism, dogmatic and can only really see her own way of thinking, quite ruthless when it comes 2 other ppls emotions despite having a poor control of her own and being prone to turbulence / throwin a bitch fit in the craft lab. easily bored. competitive. self-assured to the point of arrogance. forceful. adaptable. usually more rational than emotional but occasionally loses the ability to make rational decisions when blinded by a need for perfectionism.

very goal-oriented. money motivates her. money and clothes. she wants to look bomb while earning big bucks. when she gets her mind set on a project it literally consumes her she will forget to eat and sleep? i don’t know her. like when a final design project is due for architecture she’ll be up all night doing adderall and speed to keep her awake working on the placement of a single tree for ages cos its gotta be perfect

loves chaos. will spill your secrets and pretend it was an accident. will always be that gif of kim kardashian sipping her tea while drama unfolds around her. lives for the drama like that gifset of bratz when she comes running and gets her phone out to record a fight.

im makin her sound like a really bad person but hopefully she’ll be somewhat likeable she can be very charismatic and endearing and she’s naturally quite funny. also now she’s finally in college and doesn’t have to worry so much about money she actually allows herself to party n bcos she denied herself of it for so long she kinda makes up for it by going p wild like will be the girl climbing on to stage to crowd surf at gigs or doing a summersault off the bar and being escorted out by bouncers, thats the energy were looking at, pure dionysian hedonistic impulse

really gd at talking her way out of shit like parking fines. so good at being an ‘im baby’ girl and often dumbs herself down to figures of authority to appear less like a threatening ball-breaker and more like a confused fiat 500 girl who didn’t know red meant stop she thought it meant slow down

listens almost exclusively to female artists. has fergalicious on repeat when she does squats infront of the mirror n just the biggest fergie stan. also lana del rey’s whole vibe is massive mimi energy

ok ya thats all i have for now..... hopefully this is somewhat coherent and not just garbage.

#radintro #plot w me bitches #im fun n love quarantine sadness

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picturetoburnnn · 6 years

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Sad Beautiful Tragic | Ashton Irwin x Reader

Pairing - a.i. x reader

Word Count - 1.4k

Warning - general cussing and ground breaking angst

Taglist - @songforhema @my-world97 @luek-is-life @moonlightxst @star-gazing-calum @cxddlyash @emomack @merryblueberry02 @kinglyhood DM me if you’d like to be added :))

A/N - a personal favorite fic based off a personal favorite song, which can be found here. I hope you enjoy :))

Ashton found his hand in his pocket again, unconsciously holding the letter she’d written him. He could almost recite the entire thing by memory now, the long note she’d left him. He could picture the words in his mind, the slope of her handwriting, complete with his tear splotches littering the page. How ironic, he thought, that the words he used to describe her have changed so much, and how little those words meant when he was a little too late. How little this letter meant, because she was too late. Too late to say she loved him. Too late to try to keep his heart (even though no one but her could ever hold it again).

He remembered how she stood with him when it came time to leave for another tour. She had held his hand in hers, lacing their fingers together like a lifeline, as if she would sink if they parted (if only they’d known they both would drown in the distance). The necklace around her neck was his gift to her, just like the bracelet that adorned his wrist was from her.

She had hope in this relationship. She had faith that they could endure this. Couples were meant to endure, right?

“Baby,” she whimpered into his chest.

He stroked her hair, not caring who saw them. A lover’s embrace, they would call it. A wistful goodbye in an airport.

He’d never left her. This was their first tour as a couple.

“I’m only a call away, doll,” he mumbled into the crown of her head. “Anytime you need me.”

She nodded. “I know… but what if--” she cut herself off.

“What, sweetheart?”

“What if you forget about me?”

He held her out at arms length. “Oh my precious sweetheart.” He wiped a tear from the side of her face, and interlocked their hands, bringing hers to his mouth and pressing a kiss to it. “I could never forget the first thing about you.”

The corner of her mouth lifted up a tiny bit, in the beginnings of a smile.

“Ash,” came a quiet mutter from Calum. “They’re boarding. Time to go.”

He nodded, not letting go of her hands or her gaze. “You be good for me while I’m gone, yeah? Wait for me,” he teased, tapping the locket around her neck.

“You first, mister,” she laughed half-heartedly, touching the bangle on his wrist.

“I love you,” he told her one last time before breaking his hold.

“I love you more,” she whispered.

“Impossible.”

After the first week, he saw her in his dreams. They shared the sweetest words, the softest touches - but every night, without fail, he would wake up alone, in a bed too big for him, halfway across the world from her.

Three months later, the texts came to an end. Phone calls didn’t last much longer. He was slowly erased from her life, as she was from his. Tour or promos, performances or guest appearances, there was always something that tore time away from him, leaving oh so little time for her in his life.

And dammit, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but think about what they had had before he was torn away from her. He used to only have sleepless nights because he stayed up all night talking to her; now it was due to the anxiety ridden thoughts at three a.m. He used to sing his songs with the force of a thousand hearts; now he sang with the sorrow of a million unshed tears. Every nightmare he had, it somehow involved her. She haunted his every moment, both awake and asleep.

The distance was too much, the timing was always wrong. He woke up when she went to sleep. She was finally on break when he was about to step on stage. Everything was wrong.

And he wasn’t the only one.

She broke down more frequently. She’d never tell him, but her heart broke every time she saw him on the cover of a tabloid. That wasn’t her Ashton. That was the Ashton that belonged to the world, to his fans. He wasn’t the Ash who stayed home with her on the weekends to binge Harry Potter. He wasn’t the Ash that cancelled a night out with his best friends because she was feeling sick. He wasn’t hers anymore.

“Ash, I don’t know what you want me to say,” she sighed through the speaker.

“Tell me we’re okay. Tell me you love me. Tell me that everything’s gonna be fine,” he breathed, wiping the beginnings of tears from his eyes.

“Baby, I don’t know if we are. Of course I love you, I’ll always love you. But I see pictures of you out, and you’re not the same.”

“That means nothing! I’m still Ashton, I’m still the man who is head over heels for you.”

“Are you? Because you seem like a completely different man--”

“I’m not!” His angry reply cut her off, effectively silencing her.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he whispered, meaning it for more than his outburst. She remained quiet. “Love?”

“Distance is getting to both of us,” she finally spoke. “I told you this might not be a good idea.”

“No, please, I’m sorry. Don’t do this.”

“Ashton, I’m throwing you off balance. I can see it in the tour videos people send me. You’re not the same, and it’s my fault. I can’t do this anymore.”

He can’t even try to hide how much his voice is breaking. “Y/N, I’m fine, I promise. Please, please, please, love.”

“You may be fine, Ashton.” Her words delivered a somber tone. “But what about me? What if I’m not fine?”

Silence. He can feel his heart breaking.

“I’m not,” she whimpered, and he could hear the hurt, the cry in her voice.

“I’ll come back home,” he promised. “The next break we have, I’m coming straight to you and I promise, everything will be better, and--”

“Ashton.”

“--you’ll be happy again and so will I and we can be--”

“Ashton! Would you please just try to listen?!”

Across the time zones, across the world, through the cell phone, he could hear her trembling voice, her tell-tale sign of crying.

“I can’t wait that long. And even if I could, you’d just leave again. I can’t put myself through that.”

“Sweetheart, please,” he managed.

“Lovie, what we have is beautiful. But it’s tragic, too, and I don’t want to see the end of it. That’s what we are. You and me, we’re a sad, beautiful tragic love story, one of the ones that never ends well.”

“Don’t say that,” he breathed. “It sounds too much like a goodbye.”

“That’s because it is.”

To this day, he can remember that phone call word for word, can pinpoint exactly where she sniffled and where his heart broke.

He remembers not being able to speak after she said that, and the sound of her hanging up without a further goodbye. He remembers throwing his phone at the wall, and how he slumped to the floor, head in his hands.

He remembers the sorrow, the pain, the tears that he felt in that moment. He remembers that he cried so loud as to alert the boys, because Michael came pounding on the door, insisting to know what was going on. He supposed Michael or one of the other boys had a spare key, cause next he knew, his three bandmates were crowded around him on the floor.

“What happened, Ash?” Michael ran his hands up and down his arms to check for an injury.

“I can't,” Ashton cried.

“Can't what, mate?” Calum's deep voice rumbled in his ears.

“She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.” The words became a mantra he repeated to himself.

“Who's gone, Ashton?” Luke asked the question, voice full of caution, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

“Y/N left,” he whimpered. “She's everything, and she's gone.”

He remembers how Calum squatted down next to him, plopping to the floor and wrapping his best friend in his arms.

Ashton balled his fists in the fabric of Calum's shirt, letting himself cry even more.

“I fucking need her,” he cried.

“You'll be okay,” Calum soothed.

“I love her.”

“I know. I know.”

And with Calum rocking him back and forth, with his other bandmates watching sadly, he knew he was pitiful. He knew he was a sad sight. He knew he was a sad, beautifully tragic man with a broken heart.

#tbh my heart broke while writing this #i almost started crying #ashton 5sos #ashton irwin #ashton irwin x reader #michael clifford #michael 5sos #luke 5sos #luke hemmings #calum 5sos #calum hood #5sos x reader #5sos3 #songfic #taylor swift #my writing

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writersblock2point0 · 6 years

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Supernatural Imagine: Hey Angel - Castiel x Reader(Named Female)

Summary: Reader was saved by an angel as a child, and later, she speaks to an angel, her angel.

As a small child, before everything changed, I was saved by an angel. I know it. No one’s believed me, but I know. I know that it was an angel, because the men with black eyes who’d taken control over my father’s body and killing my whole family before coming after me was easily defeated by the angel. I was hidden in the small little space under our cabin. The trap door was thrown open and above me was my father, covered in blood with a wide smile and black eyes. Before I knew it, a bright white light was all around him and he was screaming. It vanished and I remember a man stepping into my view. I had never seen him before, but his eyes were bright and shining, like blue stars and I could see black wings folded behind his back.

“Come here, little one.” His voice was deep and soft, and I could hear the small echo of another voice below it. Like playing two recordings of the same thing but different people at the same time, only one was louder than the other.

He reached out, and picked me up. His body was warm, like the heating blanket my mom had. I can still remember how he held me close and how his wings expanded before we were suddenly at a very familiar house. He set me down, and I held his hand.

“Go on, he will take care of you. I promise.” The angel, with black wings and shining star eyes, placed a small kiss to my forehead and was gone.

All I really remember after that is screaming for Uncle Bobby and telling him everything.

Now, as a young woman, barely out of high school at twenty years old, I remember that night every time I fall asleep. The image of the man was fuzzy, but I remember his eyes and wings. Uncle Bobby didn’t really believe me when I said angel, he was still skeptical. He raised me, being the only living family I had, and I can remember him telling me to keep what happened between us. He told me that many people didn’t know about the real supernatural, and that some people wouldn’t be too nice about it. So I kept it secret and I only shared my stories and questions with my pastor. I wasn’t raised catholic, but after the accident, I wanted to know more. More about the angel that saved me.

I pray to him, and hope he hears how thankful I am. I tell him about my day, and talk to him a lot. I don’t know his name, but I feel that to speak to him, that is not important. My thoughts are directed to him, so I suppose he will hear. I write it all down in my journal, using the letter A, as a fill in for his name. I hide them all in a box in a floorboard under my desk.

I also keep small personal items in there. I’ve got a few pictures of family members, the first knife Dean gave to me for my sixteenth birthday, a small locket Bobby gave me with a picture of my parents and one of my sister, a charm for luck that Sam gave me for my birthday as well. I also have my many journals in there. The box was wood and I made it myself, it took me many years and help from Bobby, but I even placed some small design on it. A single wing. It was fitting.

I bring this up now, because I had a dream about him last night. The angel. It was a dream, perhaps maybe not. It was dark in my room and I had the radio on. I had been lying in bed, in the dark, trying to sleep. I had not been sleeping well since Dean’s death. He’s only been gone for four months, and Uncle Bobby and I have not heard from Sam in a long time. I text him often, and receive few replies. However, I know he sees them. The moon gave little light from my window, and I left it cracked open, giving my room a cool temperature. My radio was at a low volume, and had been playing on a random station. It gave a soft white noise, before the room got quiet. I hadn’t noticed, not until a voice said my name.

“Elyse.” It was almost as if I had heard it in my head. But I knew that voice, I knew it. I sat up, eyes wide as I looked around my room. “Elyse.” My attention was to the radio then, as the knob turned on its own, bringing the volume up. My first thought was a ghost, as they are drawn to electronic items, but the voice. It was him. I threw the covers off of me, running to the radio and picking it up.

“Hello?!”

It ringed again before his voice broke through. “It has been too long, Elyse.” I felt a smile pull my lips, and I set the radio down on my desk, sitting in my chair.

“Wh-what-How is this possible? Why are you inside my radio?” I ask quickly, not sure why my words were so jumbled. I have so many questions, and I often ask them in my journal, but with that I receive no answer to them. My mind is running miles a minute, and I cannot seem to sit still. My legs are bouncing and I cannot settle my breathing. He’s here. He is speaking to me.

“I am here to tell you, that we will meet soon.” My eyes widened. He continued before I could ask when, “I have saved him. Your family is very important to us, Elyse.”

“To us? You mean heaven?”

“Yes.”

“Why? Is this why you saved me-when I was little?” I ask, unable to resist asking. I’ve always wanted to know why he saved me, all those years ago. Uncle Bobby told me that many people were unfortunate to not be saved, but that hunters were trying their best to do so.

“You are important to me, Elyse. It is my duty to protect you, and I have done so since the night your parents conceived you.” His voice was kind but I could hear a sternness to it. As if he was stating something obvious and yet, I didn’t ever realize.

“Can...can I ask your name?”

“My name is Castiel.” The reply makes me smile, and I cannot help but quickly write it down. I’ve always used cursive, but I write it in many different ways.

“Thank you, Castiel,” I test his name, it feels right. “I never thanked you.”

“You have thanked me everyday, Elyse.”

I cannot help but blush, “You-you could hear me when I spoke to you?”

“Whenever you thought of me, I was able to hear.” I didn’t know whether I was able to be happy or embarrassed, with thoughts of my ten year old immaturity, and then now. I’ve grown and my interests have changed, and I’m sure he was plagued with many unimportant ramblings of myself to him. About everything. “Sleep, Elyse. Tomorrow is a new day.”

“Goodnight, Castiel.”

“Dream peacefully Elyse.” Was his response before I crawled into bed with a smile.

I awoke this morning, and ran downstairs. I was calling to Uncle Bobby, wanting to tell him of what had happened last night when I stopped. What if Uncle Bobby did not believe me? What if he told me that it was dangerous? I knew Castiel could be dangerous, because he defeated a demon easily. He’s a warrior of God, no matter what people say about angels being soft beings and protective of earth. When I got into the living room, I stopped. There, Dean stood with my Uncle Bobby.

I froze in the doorway, and when they noticed me they both smiled.

“It’s him, El, I already did all the precautions.” I ran to Dean, jumping into his arms and instantly taken into a large bear hug. Setting me back down, I looked him over.

“You! Y-How?” I was lost for words, and looked to Uncle Bobby, “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Uncle Bobby’s voice was harsh, offending from my accusation.

“Did Sam?” I ask, turning to Dean.

“I don’t know.” Dean shook his head, glancing at us. “We need to find him.”

I nod, “He’s not talking to us. I call and text him often, but I don’t get replies.”

Dean grumbles, and I feel the urge to speak up about Castiel but I feel I should keep it to myself. Castiel has been a small secret of mine. Uncle Bobby didn’t know I had been talking to him, or writing to him, and I was unsure of how he would take last nights dream-or maybe conversation. I think it may have been a dream, perhaps not. I don’t know.

“El!” I blink, looking up and replying with a small ‘huh?’

“You okay? You spaced out.” Uncle Bobby furrows his brow and I nod.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well we found Sam, so c’mon.” I nod, going upstairs to get dressed and grabbing an overnight bag. I wore a pair of tight jeans with a black shirt and one of Dean’s old blue flannels. It was big on me, but fit and I didn’t have to pay for it. I wore my lighter brown boots, and thicker grey socks that kept my feet warm. I didn’t wear make-up, it was a great hassle and I found my skin stayed less irritated when I left my face natural. My hair was cut to my shoulders, and a dull brown with a little wave.

I had pictures of my mother, who is Uncle Bobby’s younger sister by a couple years. She and I look very similar, the only difference is that I have my father’s hair color and eye color. My facial features are striking in similarity with my mother. I have memories of my family, before the attack. I can remember them in important moments, but also things that are so insignificant.

For instance, I remember picking out a small pink elephant in the hospital for my new baby sister when I was only four. I remember a few Christmases, up until I was eight and Uncle Bobby took me in. I remember school, and getting into trouble for small things like not wanting to participate with the others. I was a very lone wolf type of child. I liked my own things and I didn’t want others to touch or play with them or me. I’m still like that. I hate when others touch my things, especially when they snoop.

I’ve caught Dean snooping once, inside my journal that I had been writing in before falling asleep. Even in my sleep, I could feel it. I snapped awake so quick he almost had a heart attack. I was eleven, and I yelled at him to get out and don’t come back into my room ever. I think I scared him so bad he actually listened for a good month.

‘Ugh, Castiel, I hope you never have to eat McDonald’s...frappe’s are good though’ I rattle off in my head, so use to talking to him. I smile to myself, watching trees pass from the window in Bobby’s truck. ‘Hm, I like knowing your name. It feels a little less awkward talking to a no-name angel. I feel better knowing your name. I know it wasn’t my fault, not really even yours, but I always felt I was insulting you when I didn’t know it.’

“El!” I jumped, turning to look at Bobby who was frowning at me.

“Huh? What? What is it?” I sit up, looking around for danger. I was always in my head at the wrong moments.

“I was tellin’ ya that we’re almost there.”

“Oh,” I relax as he turns left. I glance at Dean, seeing he was in deep thought as well. “Okay, sweet.”

I continue to think about Castiel, and our conversation last night. ‘I have saved him’. That sentence, was one of the first things he’s ever said to me.

I look at Dean, seeing a strained look upon his face. Saved him. Saved...My eyes widened and I choked on my frappe, coughing roughly as I tried to even my breathing.

Dean turns, placing a hand to my shoulder.

“Hey! You okay?”

I nod, taking deep breaths pass my burning throat. Oh my god, I think I have chunks of chocolate chips in my lungs.

“Jesus, slow down there would ya?” Uncle Bobby comments and I blink away the tears in my eyes.

“I’m fine, good.” I pat Dean’s hand. He releases me and I sit back. I sag in my seat, my energy suddenly drained from almost dying from my frappe chocolate chip chunks-and the fact that CASTIEL, an angel, brought back Dean.

“H-hey,” My voice rasped, and I cleared it. “Dean.”

“Yeah?”

I leaned up, propping myself in between the two front seats and smiling. “So...we don’t know who or what brought you back?”

“Nope, it’s probably Sam. He made a deal, he had to of.”

I nod along thoughtfully, “Why, do you have an idea of what did it?”

“Yeah-but it probably sounds stupid.”

“Nah, c’mon, let’s hear it.”

I glance at Dean and Bobby before looking out the window. ‘Should I Castiel? Do you want them to know? Are they not supposed to know yet?’ I didn’t want to upset Castiel if it was supposed to remain a secret. What if I say something and then it wasn’t supposed to be shared just then? Should Castiel just do it himself? What if I just mention it and don’t say Castiel? I’ve already said that I have ideas…

“Um..well what has more power than a room full of demons?” I ask after a moment of silence, my voice weak as I try bring the conversation to a close.

They both remain quiet until Dean looks at Bobby. “Uh…”

“Think Dean.” I roll my eyes, playing the part of ‘it’s so obvious’. In truth, I probably wouldn’t have guest Angels or God, if Castiel had not told me. “Who created them?”

“God?”

“Hm, and he’s a big...deal...upstairs, and down here, and probably there.” I ramble, playing with my hands as I try to avoid the topic of Castiel. “You know, the big capital G. G-man..”

“Okay, one, don’t hurt yourself.” I blush as Dean smirks, “Second, are you saying God wanted me out?”

“Y-yeah?”

“So you think God and Angels are real?”

“Of course.” I shoot back, confidently stating my belief. I knew it was real. They were real. Castiel was real. “I was saved-”

Dean finishes my sentence, “by an angel when you were seven, yadda yadda yadda.” He waves is hand and I bite my lip from yelling at him about Castiel. I didn’t feel it was my place to tell about him. Plus, he’s always been my secret. “I don’t think so. Maybe some big demon?”

I sigh, “Dean, if you believe in one, you got to believe in the other. You know, yin and yang? Two sides of the same coin?”

Dean rolls his eyes, I can tell from the little shake of his head he’s doing.

I roll my eyes at his I-don’t-need-to-believe-everything-you-say attitude. Dean hadn’t changed, and I loved him, I did. I sit back in my seat, smiling as I remembered I use to picture him, the angel, Castiel, flying beside my window to keep me safe. I wondered if guardian angels actually did do that.

#Castiel x reader #castiel #cas #dean #sam #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural x reader #supernatural #reader insert #fanfiction #bobby

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orionwhispers · 6 years

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Devil Like Me (Part XIV)

(A/N - Hey angels! Here is part 14 to DLM, I seriously enjoyed this chapter and things are heating up lol! This is set entirely in the past and so will the next part because it all ties together, hope you enjoy! Please leave me feedback!! Anything at all, it means the world to me! Talk soon)

Trigger Warning : Blood & Gore, Fighting & Implied Sex.

Then

The bacon sizzled in the pan as you cooked it, you jumped, narrowly avoiding the hot oil spitting from the rim of fat. The kettle whistled impatiently and you wiped your hands on the printed apron adorning your waist, turning to the counter and filling two steaming mugs. The radio crackled slightly so you twisted the knob and adjusted the satellite until the familiar melody of a Lana song filled the kitchen. You hummed along, shuffling your slippers to the beat.

It was finally the end of the week, and finally graduation weekend. The previous events with the Witch and the raven were still in the back of your mind, but you were determined not to let it ruin your night. You'd been through four years of late slips, all-nighters of homework for a grade far too low, diarrhoea inducing cafeteria food and the hell that was physical education. Surely you had been through enough to warrant a weekend mythical creature free?

Well - maybe there was room for one.

The toast popped and you began slathering it in butter, licking the crumbs from your fingers as you went back to the pan, turning off the gas and placing the bacon in between the slices, layering them with ketchup. You positioned the two mugs of coffee to the side, leaving enough room for the small glass vase cradling a sunflower, and the delicate present you had finished wrapping the night before.

"Auntie Jeanie?" You sang with a smile, raising your pitch and pushing open her door with the crook of your elbow, attempting to stop the tray from clattering to the floor. You heard a grumble from her paisley printed covers, her skinny hands pulling the duvet over her head, shielding herself from the intrusion.

You positioned the plates by her nose, hoping the smell of a cooked breakfast would entice her awake. Luckily, you knew her well enough and her head rose from behind the sheets, her eyes puffy from sleep, her hair tousled and frizzy.

"Morning." You laughed, she grumbled in response, rubbing her hands over her eyes and reaching for the coffee with her shaky palms, taking a long slurp with a groan.

"Morning." She finally replied, her eyes darting over the food, "What's all this for? What have you broken?"

You snort, handing her the plate and taking a bite of your own sandwich, relishing the taste and warmth in your mouth.

"What? I can't just do something nice without you assuming I broke something?" You say in mock anger, placing a hand on your chest and tutting, "Tsk. That's harsh."

She rolled her eyes, licking the sauce from her lips, you notice the slight of her hands, and you turn your head grasping the present as if it will disappear. You thrust it in front of her nose with a cheesy smile, watching as her eyes lazily trail over the bow, a brightness flickering in her orbs as she smiled at your terrible attempts at wrapping.

"What's that?"

"A thank you. For everything." Your voice catches slightly but you push down the lump in your throat, widening your cheeks and shaking the box in your hands.

She takes it cautiously and her frail hands slowly begin unwrapping the present, you can see the muscles in her slim fingers as she peels apart the tape, the ghost of a smile on her pink lips.

You grin as she pulls out a small velvet box, watching her wispy eyebrows furrow as she tries to push apart the gold clasp holding it closed, you gently take it from her, flicking it open and handing it back, watching as she lifts the lid. The gasp from the base of her throat indication enough that she liked it, and your heart sang with relief - even though you knew it was a guaranteed winner.

Her eyes were slightly glassy as she held up the jewel-encrusted brooch, it was shaped like a dragonfly and beautifully made, the coloured crystals catching the light and sending emerald rays throughout the room. Aunt Jean didn't have much until you arrived, the house was pretty bare, eventually becoming filled with your toys and train sets and now crowded with clothes and shoes. You'd been around other peoples relatives houses and been left shocked at the contrast, shelves lined with ceramic animals and bowls of decorative soap, pink wallpaper and patterned toilet roll a sharp variation to your home.

Jean hated that stuff, clicked her tongue at the kitschy stuffed bears and empty glass bottles, she was much happier relaxing in her armchair, watching a murder mystery with a bottle of gin. But she had always loved earrings and necklaces, rings that adorned every finger, even slipping on a gold anklet in the summer - but she was especially fond of brooches.

She once told you how her own Aunt had bought her her first one when she was a child, a teddy bear with soft velvet fur and a flimsy clip, but she loved it all the same. She'd only bought a few - loving the novelty of them but wanting to keep them special and heartfelt, rather than like a collection of coins. They were placed in a case in her room, the dog-eared and well-loved teddy bear taking centre stage, its fur now a urine coloured yellow rather than gold, but it still meant the world to her.

You found the dragonfly by chance in a small boutique, immediately falling in love and using the majority of the money you had saved over time to purchase it, leaving a burning hole in your wallet and the pit of your stomach - but seeing her face made it worth every penny.

She pulled you into her scrawny limbs, planting a perfumed scented kiss on your cheek before holding you arms width apart, giving you a sincere and heartfelt stare. She wiped away the fresh buds of tears brimming in her eyes and sighed away the sadness with a shake of her hand.

"Well - " She started, reaching over to her bedside drawer and rummaging through the discarded lipsticks and lighters. She pulled out a small square, clasping it in her hands before you could get a proper look. "I was saving this for tomorrow, but..."

She handed the box to you, smiling as you ran your fingers over the lining in curiosity. You tear the ribbon keeping the lid on, and she moves slightly towards you.

"If you had given me more time I could have wrapped it all nice, but that'll have to do." She joked.

You grinned in response, feeling the fabric loosen between your fingers as you tore it open, losing your breath as you see whats inside. Your eyes dart to Aunt Jean's and her expression is just as ecstatic as your own.

It's a locket. A brass gold heart hanging from a delicate chain, the centre engraved with your initials. You gently prise open the ornament, feeling tears in the corner of your eyes as you notice the pictures. On the left is a photo of yourself, Jasmine and Aunt Jean at her birthday party a few years ago, its small but you can see the smiles and happiness on your faces. The other is a picture of your parents, one of the only ones you have, them both looking at each other adoringly, infatuation radiating from the photo.

You hold it tight in your hands, the cool metal against your clammy palms. You engulf Jean into a hug, thanking her profusely and pressing a kiss to her powdery cheek. She smiled, her nose in your hair.

"No crying today! You have a party to get ready for later, don't you? Have a great night, and I'll be right there when you walk across the stage tomorrow."

You ran the comb through the ends of your hair, turning the ringlets into tousled waves. You slipped the towel onto the floor, dragging your underwear onto your freshly scrubbed skin. The record player in the background crackled slightly before falling back into a rhythmic hum and you applied the last of your makeup, smiling at your reflection in the mirror.

Feet against the carpet, you stepped over Maple and grabbed your dress, shimmying it up your legs. It was simple but sultry, an ebony a-line dress with two spaghetti straps snaking across your shoulders, it fit like a glove and nestled just below mid-thigh. You traced your crimson-painted nails across your desk, smiling as you came into contact with the locket, picking it up and fingering its detail between your hands. You used the mirror to fasten it, and exhaled in content as it settled perfectly against your bare chest, pulling the entire outfit together. Your phone chimed, the screen lighting up with a notification from Jas, telling you she was on her way.

Showtime.

"Do you even know whose house we're in?"

"No clue? I think he was in my math class one year? Er - John?"

"I thought his name was Peter?"

You both laughed, taking in the vast house before you, the rooms filled with bodies and shouting, offering no relief from the midsummer nights heat.

"I'm gonna go get a drink? You want anything?" You murmured to Jasmine, pointing towards what you assumed was the kitchen. She shook her head and motioned towards the crowd.

"I'll try and find Greg, come join us after?"

You nodded, giving her a parting pat and venturing into the gathering, giving smiles and waves of greeting to those you recognised. The kitchen was significantly cooler, and smaller than the previous room. Homely and compact, with wood panelling and vintage crockery. You strolled past the counters lined with chips and dip, watermelon slices and pizza poppers.

Two large sliding doors led to a great garden, centred around a pool, the azure water shimmering under the moon. A few heads rose in greeting and you politely smiled back, passing the deckchairs to reach a cart full of drinks. You took a moment to sip your beverage, glancing around the unfamiliar home, it had taken a while to get here, it was off the beaten path and a good half hour from town. The trees and decking had been lined with thin fairy lights, casting a yellow glow against the night, but in the distance, the trees still loomed, branches gnarled like fingers, leaves rustling. You shook your head, and downed the last of your drink, alcohol sharp against your tongue and burning your throat, they were just trees.

About an hour later and the party was in full swing, you threw your head back in laughter as a friend told you a joke, face red and sweaty from dancing. Jasmine pulled you into her arms, forcing you to dance with her, you both jumping and shrieking in sync with the song. It came to a halt and she pulled you aside, blowing a chaste kiss to Greg and laughing breathlessly in your ear.

"Can you believe we graduate tomorrow?" She pressed her clammy cheek against yours and exhaled. "I know this year has been hard but I'm so proud of you! I lurve you!" Her tone started seriously but faded as the alcohol buzzed through her veins.

"You're drunk."

"No! I'm just..." She paused, gagging slightly and raising a hand to her mouth. "Oh, I'm gonna throw up.."

She rushed away and you giggled, watching as a lovesick Greg trailed after her, ready to hold her hair back. The heat was engulfing you and you headed back outside, the night air a welcome contrast.

You managed to find a recluse spot away from the crowd, regaining your breath and calming the flush on your cheeks. It was a nice scene, far enough away from the noise but close enough you felt the comfort of other people. You could see the pool from the corner of your eye and watched the water lap gently with the motion of the wind. Slightly to your left was a path leading to a gate, and you assumed it trailed to a route to the beach.

A slight noise made your head tilt and you watched an unfamiliar girl stomp across the grass, her heels getting caught in the mud. You offered her a small grin and she ignored you, her gaze intent and harsh. An unwelcome sense of deja vu flowed through you like a bout of sickness and you pushed it down. You were being ridiculous.

Nether-less, something was off. You rose from your seat and paced towards her, holding your hands out cautiously as if she was a stray dog.

"Hey.. are you OK?"

She ignored you. Her pace quickening, her strides long, lengthening the distance between you both. She seemed out of it, almost as if she was following a voice.

Just like Sarah.

You stomped forward, unsure if this was a sick joke or she was genuinely in trouble. "This isn't funny. Come here." You managed to grab the edge of her sleeve, but the fabric slips through your fingers as she lurches her arm away. You sigh, watching as she pries open the gate, starting to walk down the dark path.

You follow her seamlessly, any attempts to stop her foiled as she effortlessly fights you off, determined to finish her walk. "I'm just trying to help!" You cry as she manages to slip away again. Your feet stumble against the undergrowth and you groan as your ankle momentarily twitches and you falter. She uses that as an opportunity to race forward and you heave yourself up, wiping the sweat forming on your brow and following her further into the trees, the darkness overwhelming you.

You reach a clearing when you next see her, her body illuminated by the slither of light coming from the moon. Your heart hammers, it feels all too familiar.

"Hey..." You approach slowly, keeping your footsteps as delicate as possible as you get within touching distance, your fingers trail of her shoulders. She's cold as ice and you can feel her bones under your skin, the hairs on her flesh raising against the cold.

'It's Ok, come with me... we can go back together."

You use your hands to gently twist her to face you and your heart drops to your stomach. Her appearance starts to morph, her teeth bared and crooked, her stale breath on your face. It's her. The Witch. You let out a cry as her eyes meet yours, her hair hanging in greasy tendrils, dangling across her back.

You take a step back but she's too fast, her hands clawing around your throat, dirty nails scratching at your flesh. You struggle and groan, trying to tear her flesh with your own fingers, but she is much stronger. She flings you to the floor and your head snaps against the earth. You don't' have time to stop the dizzying in your mind, you're determined to get away, using your hands to scramble across the ground, dirt clinging to your fingernails.

She paces towards you, her eyes locked on yours, a smirk on her lips. She raises a hand and murmurs something you can't comprehend and before you can take a breath a pain shoots through your abdomen. It feels like a spark of lightning, jolting through your skin. You howl in pain, you know nothing is touching you but it feels so real, you can almost feel the coldness of a knife as it slices through your flesh, but there's nothing there.

Your hands clamber to your lower stomach and you moan as you feel the large weeping open wound, thick hot blood on your hands. You crawl away as fast as you can, grabbing a discarded branch and launching it at her. It's tiny, but it hits her regardless and she curses, increasing the pain in your body.

You scream in pain, feeling faint from the pure agony you're going through. She steps forward and makes a motion with her hands, and your ankle jerks, snapping completely in half. You open your mouth as wide as you can, but no sound escapes, hot wet tears are coming out now and you can feel bile in your throat.

"Please.."

She throws her head back and laughs, kneeling until she's eye level with you. She uses a filthy hand to brush hairs from your sweaty forehead, and you recoil from her touch.

"Poor little lamb."

The pain falters and then stops. Its still throbbing and endlessly burning but the relief is enormous. You try to regather your breath as she stalks backwards and you rise to your elbows to get a better look, trying to see if you can make your escape. But crowding around you, walking towards you through the trees are a dozen more people. You can't recognise any of them, but they're all dressed in black, men and women and all terrifying.

"Why are you doing this?" You moan, "Please! Stop!"

She laughs again, "Don't act like you're so innocent. I'm doing you a favour!" You scream and try to move, but there's no point, you're trapped. She says something to the group and they reply in unison, she lifts her hand and they immediately copy, murmuring a foreign chant under their breath.

"Please! No, please!"

They ignore you, and you watch some of the undergrowth light from the power, the flames flickering and roaring. The wind whips and howls, the leaves swirling and trees whistling.

This is how you die.

You try to remain calm, keep some dignity. Refusing to allow the bitch the satisfaction of taking your life and your pride. You sit up straighter, engaging and locking your eyes, go on then, you urge, I'm not scared.

The pain is unreal. Tearing and soaring and coursing through your body. Hot like boiling water, blistering on your flesh, you writhe and roar as your skin peels. Fuck dignity, this fucking hurts.

And then you hear something, a shout and a crash, a blur of movement and a scream. As soon as the pain started it stopped, but your body is still torn and ripped. You try to look around but your head is throbbing and your eyes are pounding in their socket, your vision blurry and watery. You can see blood, lots of it, but you can't tell if it's yours. Your eyes meet a discarded body, its limbs torn from its body out of rage.

"All of you against one? That's hardly fair."

Klaus.

"Niklaus." The witch's voice is small, she's scared. You raise a hand above your brows, trying to focus on anything but the pain. Se clears her throat, regaining some strength. "Just in time, took any longer and the poor little mite would have perished. Should have heard those squeals and squeaks, rather delicious if you ask me."

Without warning, you notice his jaw clench, his hands tighten and he lurches forward, grasping the woman by her throat, his hands twist around her windpipe and she snarls. The remaining members of her gang run forward, attempting to stop her demise, but he attacks them without mercy. You can't help but stare, breathless as you watch. You're terrified, but you can't look away. The air smells deeply of blood like you've been sucking a penny, and screams and howls echo through the forest. You stumble up, trying to step back to safety but someone twists their hands around your neck.

You scramble against the grip, your whining and pleading distracting Klaus. The man chants words in your ear, making your knees buckle and snap in two, pain surging through you. Your head is blurring and blood is coming from your throat. Before you can stop it, your vision faults and you cant make out what happens, Klaus lurches ahead and rips the man's head off his torso, you squeal and moan in pain and shock, falling onto the ground with a smack. Two hands clasp around your waist, and you loll in the air like a rag doll. As your eyes flicker, you manage to catch a glimpse of the Witch fleeing in the background before you pass out.

You don't know how long it is till you wake up. But you feel like you've been dragged underwater by a wave, your ears ringing and body swaying despite the room being still. It's still dark so you can't have been out long, and you're laying on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room, still wearing your blood-stained party dress. You attempt to move but can hardly lift the cover before you're groaning in pain.

"Stay there."

You raise your head, noticing the figure in the doorway, he paces forward and settles on the armchair beside you.

"You're finally awake. I was worried"

You nod, feeling awkward and uneasy, completely vulnerable in front of him. But his words send a heat to the pit of your tummy.

"How long was I out?"

"Just over an hour," He offers you a small smile, and you mirror him, settling into the pillow before hissing in pain at the movement.

"How bad does it hurt?"

You decide the truth is better than playing it down, you're sure he'll see through a lie. "Like I've been hit by a car and dragged for a couple of miles." You say with a small grin, but he isn't laughing, his eyes are cold, his jaw twitching.

Memories of what happened previously flow through your head and you squirm.

"Shit - she got away, didn't she? I'm so sorry Klaus..."

He turns to face you, eyes wide and stare hard. "I don't give a shit about her, love." You gulp, "You almost died."

You're glad he's not irritated with you, but the tension is still thick and heavy, unspoken words between the both of you. As a distraction, you trace the cut on your hand, how were you going to explain this to the doctor?

As if reading your mind, he speaks, his finger resting on the edge of his chin. "I can fix that you know - "

"Got a sewing kit?"

He snorts and raises a brow, "Unfortunately not." He comes closer, perching on the edge of the bed before you, you distract yourself by twitching your toes, trying to stop the blush crawling up your cheeks.

"It's a little... unorthodox, but..." He pauses, lifting his wrist to his mouth, his teeth baring into fangs, you gaze at him in pure shock as his molars tear into his flesh, leaving two symmetrical spots of blood.

You eye him in disbelief as he offers you his arm with a smirk, "I thought I was the one who hit my head."

His lips twitch and he shakes his head, moving closer until his body is touching yours, his eyes meet yours and he nods, carefully lifting his wrist to your mouth, parting your lips until you can taste his salty skin. You hesitate, eyeing him cautiously through your eyelashes, you see his gaze darken momentarily, his jaw tightens as you suck on his skin, inhaling the metallic blood. It tastes like tar but then changes into honey, sweet tangy honey on your tongue. In seconds you can feel your body healing, the pain subsiding instantly, your skin repairing yourself.

You pull away in disbelief, rubbing your fingers across the spot that was previously torn and swollen. Your eyes flitter to his and you let out a peal of laughter, unbelievable.

"How? What?"

He smiles at your child like glee, watching as you examine your body. "Vampire blood heals."

"No kidding..."

He nods, rising up and walking towards a chest of drawers, tugging on the oak handle and pulling out a large fleece and flannel PJ pants, neither of which you can picture him in.

"I assume you want to get cleaned up," He murmurs gesturing to your torn and stained dress, "Bathroom is through there, I'll be outside. I have a few calls to make about what happened."

You nod, taking the pile of clothes, your hand grazing against his, you stop and stand still for a moment, enjoying the feeling.

"If you need anything, scream."

You roll your eyes, mock saluting and watching as he closed the door behind him, leaving you to yourself.

You washed multiple times, determined to rid your body of the scent of the night. The water was hot and relaxing, but you didn't want to be left alone with your thoughts too long. You knew she couldn't get you here, not with Klaus, but you were still scared, especially about the ones you loved.

After stepping out, you texted Jasmine and Aunt Jean, telling them both you were spending the night with the other, and hoping there would be no surprise morning visits. They texted back immediately and you were so glad they were safe, urging them to head home and get into bed without sounding crazy.

You slipped on the borrowed clothes, the warmth and size engulfing and comforting you. You pace through the bedroom, pausing behind the door and listening intently; not wanting to intrude on Klaus' conversation. You cant hear much, just the lull of the overhead fan and the night outside, so you prise open the door and step in.

"Hey," Your voice is small, and you watch as Klaus' head rises up from his position on the sofa. Offering you a humble smile, his eyes lazily trailing over your outfit, making you blush. Timidly, you edge towards the large bay windows, placing your hands against the cool glass and peering into the night.

"She's not out there, she wouldn't dare. You're safe here."

You nod, his words comforting. You walk towards him, nestling cautiously on the sofa and fingering a loose thread for distraction. The room is quaint and cosy, two words you would never pair with Klaus. It's bare, with minimal decorations but it still feels soothing.

"What is this place? Do you live here?"

He shakes his head, sipping from his glass, the strong smell of whisky filling the air. "It's not a home, I just use it when I need to."

You let out a whistle, "Wow, just how many houses do you have?"

He snorts, "I... travel a lot, rarely stay in one place for long, unless something keeps me there." His eyes flit to yours, lips curling up. You blush but stay composed, raising a brow in competition. He pushes a cup towards you and you smile genuinely, camomile tea. You take a sip, both of you enjoying the silence, the kind you don't need to fill.

"So, where's your favourite place you've been?"

He hesitates, mulling it over. "Rome. It's beautiful there. What about you?"

"Sounds lovely. Er -" You pause, watching a bird through the window. "I want to travel, go to all these wonderful paces, but I've never left the country."

"That'll have to change, won't it?" He takes a confident swig and your heart flutters.

You fall back into silence, breathing in deeply as you mull over the night. Your phone buzzes impatiently and you lean forward, typing out a reply to Aunt Jean who is wishing you goodnight.

"Nice necklace."

"Hm?" You glance up as he nods towards the chain swinging across your chest, you finger it slowly, grasping the heart in between your fingers. "Oh. Thanks, graduation present."

He nods, "Any photos inside?"

You still, glancing up at the man before you. He notices your hesitation and his eyes blink with confusion, but you decide that you can trust him, and you prise open the heart, showing him the tiny photos inside. You point to the small smiling face, "That's me, my best friend and my Aunt," You pause as you flip to the next one, "and that's my mum and dad."

He gives you a warm genuine smile, his eyes darting over the pictures. "They seem lovely."

You smile, "They were."

He blinks momentarily but shakes it off, giving you a comforting look when he realises the subject is touchy.

"She's beautiful, like you."

You squirm at his soft words, and he smirks and chortles at the effect he has on you.

"Shut up, asshole." You murmur into your drink. Giggling as he shoots you a mock warning look, getting up to refill his glass.

"Watch it, no one talks to me like that."

"Well maybe someone should."

He scoffs and runs a hand through his hair, and you smile inwardly into your mug, surprised at your confidence. You watch him glide around, every move he makes effortless and precise, like a stroke of a brush. He rejoins you on the sofa, settling back, and you watch the rings on his fingers glint under the yellow lamp lights.

"What's it like?"

He tilts his head towards you, his eyes watching your face contort as you talk.

"Being the most powerful creature on earth?Invicinble? Immortal? What's it like?"

"Ego-boosting."

"Ah, and here I was thinking you were humble."

He laughs, and you clink the rim of your mug.

"Were you scared?" You turn to face him, his voice deep and rich like dark chocolate. "Tonight." He continues, "Were you scared?"

"Yes." You reply honestly, feeling the words slip off your tongue.

"Were you scared of me?"

You think back to the forest. The smell and feel of blood coating your skin, the feeling of your body tearing and ripping. The sound of screaming and bodies snapping in half. You thought about seeing him, the relief that he was there, the black veins coursing through his skin, his eyes dark. You thought of that night with Sarah.

"No."

If it surprises him he doesn't show it, his face remains impassive and calm as he edges forward, his breath on your skin.

"You should be."

You lean in closer, so your noses are touching, feeling him soften ever so slightly at your pressure, his eyes locking onto yours.

"I don't believe that. I don't think you'd hurt me."

His eyes flicker across your face, darting to your lips, his gaze is dominating but you don't back away, it makes you feel empowered. He leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear making your hair stand on end and shivers dance down your spine.

"You're right. I wouldn't."

He kisses the edge and lobe of your ear, making you squirm into his touch, he reaches the base of your jaw, planting soft kisses down your throat. You groan at the unfamiliar contact, before making a bold decision. You grab his jaw, tilting him till he's eye level with you, locking eyes before you smash your lips into his. You move in sync, his hands trailing across your hips, your hands in his hair. You're pressed up against him, moving so close you're almost on his lap. He grunts in response and you shiver, feeling unholy and dirty, but you can't help it. You mesh together like a jigsaw, and your stomach is alight like a fire. You've only ever kissed before, never had anyone's hands on you - not like this, but you want it.

He pulls away, his breath ragged. "Not here." You nod, so intoxicated by his scent and the feeling of his lips you would have done anything he asked. He grasps your hand and pulls you up, leading you into the bedroom. He kisses you once, on the forehead, his lips soft and careful as he pushes you onto the mattress, your hair sprawled around you like a halo of light. He starts at your lips, then trails down your neck, collarbones, and chest. He meets your eye line a few times, looking up through dark lashes and you swear its the most beautiful sight you've ever seen.

His hands skim over your chest, resting against the fabric covering your breast and you falter, inhaling shakily and pausing. He notices your change and stills immediately, glancing up in question as your cheeks heat up at his gaze. “Are you alright?”

His voice is dark and hoarse, thick with lust and it makes you shudder. You wiggle unconsciously, his hands once holding you firmly releasing the pressure so that you can squirm away. “I - Er -“ You feel so stupid, heat and sweat pricking at the base of your neck as you divert your eyes away from him, he tilts his head so he can see you and you sigh, deciding to get it over with.

“Ive never done this before.”

Your voice is small and timid, and you shrink at the feebleness of it all. You wanted to be confident and sexy, but you sounded like a child. He paused and his eyebrows furrowed, he was genuinely shocked. You felt sick, you wanted this. You wanted him, but maybe your revelation was too much, maybe he could only see you as a pathetic virgin, hiding behind this self assured act. He uses his hand to trail up your neck, resting at your jawbone and turning so he can see your face, his eyes dark and pupils dilated.

“Nobody has ever fucked you before?” He says it in almost disbelief, somehow expecting you to break into laughter, he was genuinely confused as to how someone had never laid their hands on something as beautiful as you. You shook your head in response, feeling like a glass bottle under his touch, ready to break at any moment. He pulled you into a kiss, checking for confirmation and smiling when you gave in without conviction, melting against his mouth.

“Do you want this?”

You nodded. You did. Almost dying tonight had made you come to your senses, made everything clearer, you wanted this more than anything, you trusted him. Adrenaline was coursing through your body and you could hear your heart hammering in your ears, all of your worries disappearing as he kissed you gently, running his hands against your body.

“Let me treat you how you deserve.” He mumbled, his gaze predatory and dominating at the sheer idea of being your first, pressing soft kisses along every inch of your body he could find. You dissolved into a state of euphoria, your head dizzying as the room grew hot, spending what felt like an eternity discovering each others bodies, melting into one another, feeling like you were the only two people in the world.

If only that feeling could have lasted forever.

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