#everything is falling apart around and she never learned how to pick up the pieces or rebuild she was only taught how to break them further

[calware]

i'm thinking about vriska

#god she is such a character of all time #she keeps trying to fix things but she was raised in such a messed up way that #she's so bad at it she just ends up making things worse and she knows it #she doesn't want to accept it because she CAN'T she CAN'T accept that aradia doesn't care about her or that she misses terezi or or or #everything is falling apart around and she never learned how to pick up the pieces or rebuild she was only taught how to break them further #it's a self fulfilling prophecy and she's doomed to fail. terezi kills her and she dies #(except she doesn't. in more than one way) #when she dies she's free #and when john saves her she's free #she reunites with terezi and she gets her impossible second chance. in both worlds #*passes out*

[ashwhowrites]

Eddies ex made me sob it was so beautifully written like wow😭

But I had an idea imagine eddies ex but kind of flipped, hear me out. Eddie and reader use to date but they broke up because reader was forced to move leaving Eddie heartbroken and forced to forget about her, then 5 years later reader comes back to find Eddie is with her old best friend🫣But then long story short eddie and reader fall back in love.I dont know if any of that made sense but i think you would write this so well🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Thank you sm!

And yeah I think I can definitely make this work. Hopefully it's what you were looking for

Reader and her old best friend are no longer friends! So no hard feelings when she snatches Eddie back

⚠️ it's going to hurt at first

Not proofread

Eddie fell in love once and only once. He fell fast, hard, and deep. They were young and they believed they'd be together forever. They would defeat all the odds people had against them. It was them against the world.

Her dad didn't like Eddie very much. He hated that Eddie occupied her mind. Corrupted his little girl and made her do things she never would have done.

They were each other's first everything. She kissed him underneath the stars on their first date. Lost their virginity to each other when they drove up to the beach when she ran away for the first time. Admitting how much they loved each other on his birthday as he played on his new guitar.

Eddie truly believed he was going to marry her. Had the ring picked out, the proposal spot ready. He got the courage to ask her dad for his blessing, he said no, vowing Eddie would never be good enough for his daughter. But Eddie didn't feel discouraged, he knew she loved him and she wanted to be with him.

But their fairy tale love came crashing down when she broke the news she had to move away. Her dad got a job in another state and she had no choice but to move with him. He remembers how she cried in his arms. Make up running down her cheeks. He remembers kissing her wet lips as he cried into her skin.

She promised to write letters. She promised to call. She promised she wouldn't forget him and she'd come back for him the second she could live on her own.

And he believed her

~~

It's been five years since she left and she broke all of her promises. He never got letters. He never got a phone call. And she never came back for him.

With a broken heart Eddie had to learn to pick up the pieces. Finding comfort in someone else's arms. He didn't want to move on but he couldn't let life pass as he prayed for the one who got away to come back.

It was stupid but he went after her old best friend. It was the only way he felt like Y/N was still around. Kai was the only thing Eddie had left of Y/N and he was desperate. Now he's been with Kai for two years, and he knew it wasn't love and he'd never love her. His heart would always rest at night in its home, no matter how far away Y/N was.

~~

Y/N took the deepest breath she could manage. Swallowing her nerves as she knocked on the familiar red door. The same red door she closed behind her when she had to leave Eddie for the first time.

She felt stupid standing here. She never received any answers to her letters, always being sent back. Her dad refused to have any phones in the house, refusing to let her call Eddie. But a promise is a promise, and she was ready to come back for him.

But the second the door opened and she saw the familiar brown eyes, she felt the tears welling in her eyes

"holy shit...Y/N?" He gasped out

There she stood, the love of his life on his doorstep. Crying as she flung herself in his arms. He wrapped his arms around her, inhaling her familiar scent.

"I did it. I did it for us! I bought an apartment nearby and everything. He can't keep us apart anymore" are explained, pulling away slightly to look up at his face

He felt his heart beating in his chest. His palms sweating as he held her hips. She was here again....she was here for him, for them. And he moved on

She didn't wait for him to say anything, smashing her lips onto his. Desperate clinging on to his body. Relief filling her as he kissed her back, hands cupping her jaw. She moaned as he kissed her harder, her hands moving into his hair as she tugged. Everything felt right and nothing hurt anymore.

Eddie pulled away, eyes staring back into hers. Silently holding each other. Overwhelmed with so much emotion she went to chase his lips again. Eddie watched as she closed her eyes, leaning in. She was inches away from his soft lips when he whispered,

"I have a girlfriend" he choked out

Her eyes snapped open, "what?"

"I...I'm in a relationship. For the last two years"

His body went ice cold as she quickly removed herself from him

"yeah of course. Sorry for that. I shouldn't have done that" she laughed, trying to ignore the sting in her heart

He could always read her. She was seconds away from bursting into tears. He went to reach for her again but she stepped back. He felt his heart drop in his stomach

"I'm sorry" he choked out. He felt like he was seconds away from crying himself

"no it's fine. It was honestly pretty pathetic of me to think it would be the same. I should go. Congratulations on the relationship. I'm happy for you" she choked out, nodding to herself as she spoke. A small tight smile as she turned around

"can we at least catch up?" He called after her

She nodded, handing him a piece of paper with her new address

With a heavy heart, she drove away.

~~

Eddie couldn't sleep that night. The image of her heartbroken face reminded him of when she was forced to leave. He tossed and turned. His eyes watched as Kai slept peacefully. His lips could feel the ghost of Y/N's pressing against his. Shivering as he felt her skin on his.

The girl he's been in love with since he was sixteen was in an apartment alone nearby. And he laid in bed with a girl who could never compare. But he also felt angry. She promised to sit to write letters, to call and she never did. He had every right to move on. He shouldn't feel guilty about it. But he did. He felt so fucking guilty.

~~

Y/N finished putting away her last box, checking the clock to see it was midnight. Realizing she should probably head to bed, she turned off the main lights and began to walk to her bedroom, stopping as there was pounding on her door.

She looked out the peephole to see Eddie on the other side.

She opened the door with a small smile

"hey what's up?"

"you never tried for me, or for us. You can't be mad I moved on when I waited for three years and got nothing" he was fuming. She can't make him feel guilty for this.

"Eddie, what in the hell are you talking about? You never answered my letters you sent them back! And I'm not mad at you for moving on. I knew there was a chance you'd be someone else's by the time I made it back" she confessed

"no what are you talking about? I never got letters, never got a phone call! You broke your promises. Of course I was going to move on. I had nothing to hold on to"

"I couldn't call because my dad refused to let me use a phone. I have boxes of letters to prove to you that I wrote constantly. I didn't break any promises because I tried! And good for you Eddie. I'm so happy you moved on. " She rolled her eyes. Did he have to keep rubbing that in her face?

"what like you never did?" He scoffed

"no Eddie I never did" she confessed as she shrugged her shoulders

"you what?" Relief filling his bones. It was selfish, to be so relieved she didn't move on but knowing his girlfriend is laying in his bed.

"I never moved on. I knew I was coming back for you so I never looked. I spent all my time working my ass off to afford leaving to come back here for you. You told me you'd wait for me. The real liar is you" she snapped

"I want to see the letters" he said, pushing through her door as he walked into her apartment. His mind needed to focus on something other than the fact she spent the last five years only thinking of him.

She walked to her bedroom, grabbing the box. His heavy body sitting on her bed as she planted it in his lap

"here. Five years worth of letters. Everything you sent straight back"

Eddie searched through the box closely. None of the letters looked familiar. There were hundreds and hundreds.

"I never got these" he mumbled out. Opening letter after letter. Dates written neatly in the corners

"stop lying. I get it you wanted to forget about me and move on" her voice week as she yanked the box out of his hands

"I'm not lying and that's not true. I think about you every single day. And I refused to forget you. I kept everything that you left behind. When I told you I was going to love you forever I meant it" he said softly, grabbing her hand and leading her into his lap

"I love you too. But you have a girlfriend and I shouldn't ruin that"

"ruin it. I don't care. Let's ruin it together. I want you and only you. I've been praying you'd show up at my door again and I'm not letting you leave again. We deserve to be together" his soft voice hitting her lips as he rested his forehead against hers

"I'm going to go home and talk with her. I'll be back tomorrow and it'll be just us. The way it was always supposed to be"

~~

Eddie spent the whole night fighting with Kai. Apparently she felt him leave and stayed up, fuming and waiting to snap the second he came back home.

A huge fight broke out and Eddie found out the truth. Kai was always jealous of Y/N. Wanting Eddie for herself but Y/N snatched him first.

Eddie also found out Kai was the one hiding the letters. Sending them back the same day they showed up. Eddie thought she came over every day as a friend to check up on him. Never knowing she was making sure he never once heard from Y/N.

Eddie didn't feel any pain when she slammed the door on her way out. Not caring even one bit that he just broke up with his girlfriend. All he cared about was Y/N and now he gets to spend his life with her.

Making sure the ring is in his pocket, he walked out the door.

Driving to her apartment

The question and the fate of their future on his tongue

And he couldn't wait

~~

Eddie knocked on her door in a hurry. His feet bouncing as he waited for her to open the door.

The second he saw her face, he swooped her in his arms and smashed his lips on hers. Moving into her house with his lips locked on hers. Closing the door with his foot as he pushed her into the wall across from the door. His tongue dipping into her mouth. He could feel his insides crying as his body was reminded of what she feels like. Trying to keep his knees from buckling as she kissed deeper. Her tongue wrestling with his as her hands held on his belt buckle. Yanking him closer and closer.

Once they were breathless, she pulled away. Gasping as she admired his mature looks. He was grown up and more handsome than ever.

"I love you so much" he said, kissing her lips softly

"I love you too" smiling as he kissed her over and over

"I need to ask you something crazy" he said with a deep breath

She nodded, slightly confused

He moved down to one knee, her hands covering her mouth as she gasped

"no way" she whispered

"yes way" he laughed

Pulling the ring out of his pocket

"Y/N, baby, I've been waiting every day for the past five years to ask you this, and I can't wait another second. Will you marry me?"

His brown eyes looking up at her as he opened the box

Her eyes never even looked down at the ring, lost in his eyes as she nodded fast

Sobbing into her hands as she stuck her hand out

Eddie cried silently as he slipped the ring on her finger. Kissing her deeply.

Eddie always knew he was going to marry her.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst #eddie munson request #eddie munson angst x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff x reader #eddie munson fluff

[fastcardotmp3]

Tulip

The Hawk (S01:E01) | 5.2k words | "The Bear" AU

The tulip on her arm has only been there for two months, stretching from wrist to inner elbow in black ink and mirroring the knife stretching up the length of her left. Two months. All but fresh ink. All but still tender. Even still, Nancy has a restaurant to run.

read on ao3 | excerpt under the cut

Most of the people the Wheelers consider family aren’t even Wheelers themselves. 

Secondarily, most of the people the Wheelers consider family are people Nancy is shocked they would ever consider family if they had the choice not to. 

Well, maybe not most. But definitely Murray Bauman. 

“How am I supposed to know that?”

“You were— you invested,” Nancy grouses, “your name is on half this shit, Murray, how could you not?” 

“I gave a kid a shot and she did— whatever the fuck all this is,” he waves a nonsensical hand around the restaurant, “but I was just money. I was just money, which I am still owed, kiddo, and I dunno how to help you—”

“The money trail is fucked!” Nancy throws her hands up, immediately crosses them over her chest to hold them still, still, still as can be, good girl, good girl, just hold it together, don’t blow up, stop making a scene— “So all I’m asking is for a little help in straightening out the mess.”

“You might not need my help with that if you’d’ve bothered offering all this cute expertise of yours when she needed—”

“I might not need your help if you all had told me something was wrong—”

She cuts herself off that time, snap of her teeth around the snap of her words, abrupt shake of her head as her gaze falls to somewhere around the center of Murray’s chest instead of his face. 

It’s embarrassing, the way these people make her feel fifteen years old all over again when she’s going on thirty. 

It’s embarrassing, being able to see the pieces of an old self come through and not be able to stop them. 

It’s embarrassing, knowing that the old self never really went anywhere, that this is just the nature of the world, her world, the world after. 

Tulip on her arm. 

Two months old. 

When Barb had first gone missing, everything else that mattered stopped mattering. 

Jobs and bills and fucking feeding themselves, it had all fallen to the wayside and this– she– had taken precedence. 

Or at least, she had to everyone in the country; she had to everyone who knew something was wrong. 

Nancy feels sick most days, if only because chefs are frequently cursed with stomach problems from all the only eating when they taste test and extreme stress of it all, but also because of the all-encompassing guilt. 

Barbara Holland. There are some things that can’t be fixed, a lesson Nancy started learning at a young age just watching her parents' marriage fall apart in slow motion, but this is one of the bigger ones, one of the more unfixable. 

“Just—” Nancy takes a deep breath, hand up as Murray opens his mouth because she has to stop him before he reminds her that she should have been here, that if she’d been a little less preoccupied and picked up the phone more often she might have seen it coming, that if anyone could have prevented it, it was her and she neglected that duty the minute she took a job that literally made her hair fall out, “Just tell me where she put all that money.” 

She looks up through her lashes, doesn’t want to plead with Murray Bauman of all people but does it anyway because what does want matter anymore. 

But Murray just lifts his brows, cocks his head, gives her this look like she’s a kid he’s still teaching how to spot the difference between real and counterfeit currency at the family barbeque. 

And he says the worst thing he could in that moment:

“Would if I could, kid.” 

#dot fic #nancy wheeler #stranger things fic #bear au #ronance #(eventually) #another case of writing for the audience in my brain and no one else here in dot land

[evilbonehag]

My Sort of Polished Timeline for Norman Osborn’s Descent Into Madness, Mischief and other general Goblinness- All My Bullshit Beneath the Cut

GOBLIN: “WHO IS LIVING IN MY HOUSE?”

• “if you give them your everything, they will hate you for it” NORMAN OSBORN WHO GAVE EVERY PIECE OF HIMSELF- who tried to be everything, who tried to be a good son, a good husband, and in turn a good father but could not. Norman who gives too little too late- “please come sit with me, I know it’s late-“ “dad I have homework” Norman who tried and tried to love through distance (it was his father’s love) HOW ELSE CAN A FATHER LOVE (CAN A FATHER LOVE AT ALL?!)

• Repression. Try being severely mentally ill and a homosexual in the 70’s (HA! MONEY WON’T SAVE YOU!) You go out in drag in college and hope no one knows its Norman Fucking Osborn, son of that Connecticut Republican Senator who wants to increase military spending. You fuck your roommate in secret, you can’t tell him you love him because “Norman I never liked that Octavius boy, his parents are immigrants aren’t they-?” You’re just not that kind of guy. You’re experimenting, you’ll probably settle with a nice Catholic girl someday. You have a project to finish.

• Oscorp. You know nothing about money, about business- (You don’t need to honey, it’s Daddy’s dollar anyway!) You just want to show them- show them what visions of flight and fear filled your head as a child, scribbles on a notebook page brought to life in steel and chrome. The glider, the suit, the mask. (They’ll take your dreams if they can pay you for them- PEOPLE ARE DYING FOR IT NORMAN, THAT IS WHO PAYS FOR YOUR DREAMS OF FLIGHT)

Icarus falls.

• Octavius doesn’t believe in you anymore. Harry is three and you’re newly divorced. Dad won’t keep backing your company if you don’t have something to show for it. You work harder than you ever have in your life to get this shit to take off. (you don’t want this- Norman, NORMAN, you wanted to fly remember?)

• Harry is 16. Dad is long dead. Oscorp has become more than you ever hoped (more than you wanted). The military is applying pressure- you just want to succeed. You will get this to work if it kills y-

• CANON EVENT: GOBLIN SURFACES

• Spots in your memory. Harry seems fine. You don’t see him often. Who is that in the mirror?

• You have a wall of masks in your apartment. A very private joke- you always loved Halloween. Masks are important to you (You always loved to hide from the world, Norman) (FRIGHTENED CHILD) Someone is speaking to you again (a friend) Stromm? Emily? Otto? (No. Your oldest friend) You don’t see Harry anymore.

• When you were a child you saved all your money to buy the most terrifying Halloween mask you could find at the drugstore- green and evil looking, with yellow eyes. Your mother recalls that you wouldn’t take it off, “You scared me so badly, you cried and screamed if I tried to take it from you- I thought I’d get a call from the neighbors, you made it sound like I was hurting you, Norman” Kids in your class picked on you and you wanted to scare them for Halloween. Something about your mask made your feel safe. Your father took it and hid it from you after the holiday.

• You get kicked from Oscorp by your own fucking board of directors. Final nail in the coffin. (Give them everything and they will hate you anyway) WHERE IS HARRY?

• There’s a boy in a mask swinging around outside- saving New York, they say.

• You’re fine. Harry has a girlfriend now (She looks like her- she’ll hurt him she’ll hurt our boy) you like his friend Peter, his aunt is lovely. You almost all look like a family. (Harry is gone from you, you’re ruining everything, he knows you favor his friend, you FUCKED UP, your son is LEAVING) No. Wrong. Not gone-

• Spider-Man, hero of New York City We know exactly where Harry went.

(A FATHER’S LOVE IS A HARD LESSON LEARNED)

• Harry’s playing around- Harry’s run away, out past sundown- (then who’s the ghost of a boy walking around the apartment?) (NO, WHO IS THE BOY IN THE MASK WHO WILL NOT LISTEN?! A BOY WHO WEARS A MASK JUST LIKE HIS FATHER) He has to learn, we have to teach him what it means to GIVE AWAY EVERYTHING and for what? For a city, for a girl who will both break his heart?

• Break his heart and bring him home

We wear our masks to hide them from us and to hide us from them

• Harry is home. Harry is home and we did not see it. Who is Spider-Man?

• You find out you were wrong- maybe this friend, older than all the others is wrong- dangerous- We neglected our son- You neglected your son for a week chasing a delusional fantasy. Harry does not wear a mask like you do. (HARRY IS NOT A COWARD LIKE HIS FATHER) Harry cannot be Spider-Man. Harry lost his girl to Peter Parker and cried for his father alone, HIS FATHER WHO WAS NOT THERE

“I have to rectify certain inequities.”

• make it up to him now. Find Peter Parker.

FIND SPIDER-MAN

#spiderman #norman osborn #green goblin #sam raimi spider man #sm nwh

[sisterofficerlucychen]

“Do you want to talk about it?”

No. No she doesn’t. Quite frankly Lucy isn’t sure what it is considering everything that has transpired in the last twenty-four hours but she’s certain that out of the two options currently spinning in her mind, neither of them are ones she wants to discuss.

If he brings up Rosalind again, she’s going to cry. She’ll fall apart then and there and wait for him to pick up the broken pieces of everything she’s been holding in. She’s terrified for so many different reasons starting with the memories it’s threatening to bring up and ending with the fact that she’s miles away from home and despite the fact that Tamara is at the station, Lucy still isn’t there to protect her. These are thoughts she cannot have. She knows she needs to have her head in the game, nothing other than their undercover operation should be circling around in her mind. He’s right. If she loses focus, it could get her killed. Both of them and that’s another thought she can’t let herself spiral down.

“About what?”

It’s easier to act clueless than allow herself to think of the second option. It’s inevitable and she knows that she’ll have to provide an answer but she’s really trying to give herself another second or two to come up with a justifiable excuse.

“The airplane bathroom. Your apartment. Look, I-I don’t know, call me crazy, but it just doesn’t feel like pretend.”

She stares at him as he draws closer, suddenly frozen in place as she’s unable to even blink. Her brows raise in surprise as she locks gazes with him. She’s at a loss of words, her lips part as she tries to say something, anything, but the best she can do is stutter an “uh …”

She feels trapped. Like prey that’s just been backed up into a corner with no escape. She’s not, she knows this. It’s Tim after all. Tim who has always and without a doubt been by her side; Tim who has challenged her and pushed her to be better, reminding her to never let anyone stop her; Tim who is arguably her biggest protector and supporter. He’s Tim. He’s home.

Except she can’t say that as much as she wants to. He’s right, it’s not pretend, it hasn’t been for a while. She’s not sure of how it happened or when, it just did. It’s just like how he went from being a stranger, to a pain in her ass, to a mentor, to a friend, to her best friend, to the most important person in her life. It just happened.

It’s messy, complicated, and there’s far too much to lose if she says that it isn’t pretend because he’s right, it’s not pretend. She knows this because of how shocked she was to learn that he was dating someone. At first, she thought it was because he didn’t tell her. How he just casually dropped it into the conversation with Genny like it was no big deal. It was easier to lie to herself and say she was upset because of how she found out but deep down she knew that hadn’t been in. It wasn’t until she thought he was going to propose that she was finally able to put those feelings into actual thoughts. How uncomfortable she felt at the thought of him marrying Ashley, then how heartbroken she was when he got down on one knee when he pranked her.  

“It’s an intimate act. I mean, we’d have to be dead inside for it to not trigger something, right? I mean, it — it’s basic biology.”

All she can come up with is what he’d call ‘Intro to Psych’ BS because that’s exactly what her answer is: bullshit. It’s the first thing she thinks of, an excuse that hopefully he doesn’t see right through. Sure, there’s some merit to it. Biology does have a slight hand in it but it’s definitely not the reason why anything was triggered. It wasn’t the reason she kissed him in her apartment or in the airplane bathroom. 

The first time it was because she knew it’d be her only chance. In her defense, he was the one who brought up the suggestion, the sold called ‘elephant in the room’. Her mind hadn’t gone there but once he mentioned it, the taste of his lips was all she could think about. Then he pecked her. A disappointing little kiss that left her needing more. Then they kissed, actually kissed, and Lucy knew she’d never stop wanting more. The airplane kiss was within the same vein but maybe a little different. Sure, Hajek’s crew was expecting them to be joining the Mile High Club but that was just a cover, much like this one. The reality was that she needed to be grounded and he was the only person who could help her do that. He’s always been the one she turns to, her Northern Star, and hours ago up in the air was no different.

“Okay, so … you’re saying it’s not a big deal? Doesn’t mean anything?”

She hates that he’s asking her this. Of course it’s a big deal but it doesn’t mean her admitting to it will create a different outcome. At the end of the day, he’s chosen Ashley and Lucy’s chosen to settle. So, it doesn’t mean anything because it can’t. The only thing she’ll accomplish by saying otherwise is to drive a wedge between them and losing him isn’t an option. She may not be able to be with him how she longs to but a friend is still something as long as he’s in her life.

“Right?”

Wrong. The question feels weird at the tip of her tongue but this is where she chosen to make her bed and now she has to lay in it. He’s questioning her in a way that makes her wonder ‘what if’ but she can’t allow herself that privilege. There’s too much at stake not just with their relationship but with the op as well. One wrong move, one wrong word, and they’re done. She’s ready to keep repeating this, to act indifferent if it means keeping both of them safe. He stares at her in a way that all but sends a shiver down her spine, like he knows the truth which perhaps he does. She knows that if anyone knows her best, it’s him. But she’s stubborn and determined, ready to shut down the conversation and thankful once his phone starts ringing for the distraction. 

She didn’t want to talk about it and she’s glad she no longer has to.

#the rookie #chenford #chenford fic #chenford fanfic #lucy chen #tim bradford

[ocdeeznut]

You’ve been out there (and i’ve been in here.)

Set post s6, after Shiro and Keith return.

Not proof read, typos will be present, ignore 'em.

Lance Mcclain is many things. Prone to jealousy, sure. Cursed with a wild competitive streak, maybe. In way too far over his head, almost certainly. But the one thing that Lance certainly is not? Lonely. Because what opening does an emotion like that, have in a situation like this? Shiro is home, safe, alive. And that... that should have filled the hole. The team is back together, they won the day.

They're going home.

So why can't he feel that warmth in his chest? That sincere relief and anticipation? Instead he just feels nothing.

Nothing, he learns quickly, is far worse than fear, his primary companion for the past few weeks. Or months. Spacetime, right? As the crew pick up their pieces and prepare for the long journey back to earth, Lance follows dutifully, doing his part. He opens his space to any who might need it, he comforts Allura and Coran in the loss of their home, the last tangible remnant of their king and culture. He spends long stretches of the flight talking to Hunk, about everything and nothing. They have all the time in the universe to talk, now, but there's always something that parks Lance just short of a real conversation. And he can't for the life of him figure it out.

Now, alone, apart from the cow in the cockpit, he thinks, and thinks hard. Why does he feel so much nothing about all the good that's happened? They'd discovered a living, breathing Altean! Shiro is back for quiznack's sakes, something they all held a far-off hope in, but never truly believed. Apart from Keith, he supposes. That rigid hothead had never given up on him, even for a second. He'd taken the dwindling hope of his teammates and lit a roaring fire underneath it. He'd brought him back to them. After all that time, without a single inkling of hesitation. And now, alone with Kaltenecker in the cockpit of his lion, Lance realises where all this nothingness had stemmed from.

Keith.

He hasn't had a chance to talk to him since he came back. Older, taller, with a shade under his eyes, a Galran mother, and a weird space dog. Lance's stomach fizzes as he turns the thought of his teammate over in his head. He really had grown up. How long could it have been for Red? There was a brief notion of 'time moving differently' where he went, but breaking that down into something that makes sense is driving Lance insane. Oh god, is Keith like, 30 now or something? No, his hair was only a little longer when he returned. Full mullet. Fullet, as Lance has been calling it. He was taller, sure, broader.. a lot broader. And that's where the train of thought abruptly stops, as Lance pinches his nose and deflates in his seat. That damn fullet.

A crackling pop, not unlike that of rice-crispies when the milk first hits, startles Lance upright. "Holy mother of- hey!" he chides Keith's very poorly timed space-dog as it winds around his lion, and taunts his poor cow companion. Kosmo came alone, for whatever reason, and sits dutifully now by Lance's feet, as the paladin scratches behind its ear. "Y'scared the living daylights outta me.." he laughs, glad for a more.. expressive beast in his company. Kaltenecker was chill, but she didn't do much. "Where's your mullet-man?" Kosmo shakes his head, fur ruffling, and disappears again, leaving residual sparks to fade over Lance's boots. Huh. Touchy subject? Did Keith and his dog fall out-

"Lance?"

Oh. Oh no. Stupid dog took it literally. Kosmo reappears, this time with Keith in tow.

"Uh. Hi?" he tries, turning in his chair to face the other. He's leant against the outer console, arms folded over his chest, though he does break that sultry stance to offer Kosmo an ear scratch. The dog disappears again, brushing up against Kaltenecker’s legs and taking the poor cow along with it. Lance winces, someone's getting a nasty surprise. He briefly hears Pidge curse through their radio, and reaches to turn it off.

"Hi." Keith replies, matching his awkward greeting. They sit/ stand in silence for a moment, Lance begins whistling to try and dull the spiking tension in the cockpit. It doesn't work, valiant effort though.

"So you're..." Lance gestures vaguely at Keith, squinting. "you know?"

Keith nods, clearing his throat. "Yeah. Two years." he answers Lance's question without him having to ask. Two years? Hot damn. That's.. a long time. For a moment, Lance is glad for Kosmo and Krolia. He knows he'd sure go insane if he had to be on his own for that long. Especially after having spent all his time with a team he cherishes as family. He wonders if Keith ever got lonely out there.

"Lonely." Lance wonders again, this time out loud, and as Keith's eyebrow raises accusatorily, he scrabbles to correct himself. "I mean, were you? Lonely, that is."

"Not really. I had Kosmo. And, you know, my mom."

Right, of course. Lance nods, worried he's not being expressive enough. Or is he being too expressive? The truth is, he can't remember how he used to act around Keith. He wonders if he even knows anything anymore, about this tall, broad soldier who'd come back from a two year space-cruise all but a few days ago.

"No, yeah, I get that. But, you know. You had to have missed us, right? Red? Black? Blue? .. Green?"

Lance realises he's just listing colours now. But it serves to lure a small laugh out of Keith, who shrugs. "I did. Tried not to think about it too much. Had no way to get back, so I just focused on my mission."

"When did you get so mature?" Lance huffs, leaning back in his seat.

"When did you stop trying to coax me into being anything but?"

Damn, that's.. a good point, actually. Usually, Lance would be at Keith's throat by now, prodding and teasing. Any other time, and they'd be scrabbling for dominance over who got to fly the lion, who could do it faster, better. Truth is, Lance doesn't want that right now. He's still teetering on the edge of understanding why Keith, of all people, seems to be the root of his recent nothingness.

"You're not the only one who had some enlightening personal growth, fullet."

Keith's brow, his accusing brow (it's always the left one), shoots back up. "Fullet?" he tests the nickname on his tongue.

"Yeah, you know. Full mullet." he doesn't then go on to explain that he'd actually noticed this about Keith. That he hadn't cut his hair, that Lance actually likes it like this. It curls over his shoulders nicely, the longer pieces framing his angular face in a way that softens it.

"Oh, right. I need to cut it."

"Nah, don't." he's a little too quick on that reply, and Keith laughs again. What is this? Three laughs? Where is Keith? Is this some kind of Shiro-clone situation? Lance winces. Nope, too soon, fresh wound. They just got Shiro back, he can laugh about stuff like this when things actually feel normal again.

"Oh? Did that 'personal growth' of yours involve admitting that my hair is cool?"

"Not by a long shot, fullet. But don't cut it. If you rock up with a quiff, this is all gonna feel even weirder."

"Noted. The fullet stays." Keith smirks, raking a hand through his hair.

"You used the name."

"It's growing on me."

"So is the mullet."

They both laugh, this time, but when it fades, that uncomfortable silence settles back into the room. God, Lance thinks, this is so strange. Talking with Keith, like he would with anyone else. Like he would with a distant friend, or a stranger. Will they have to build a new rivalry, now? Does he even want that anymore? Probably not. So what does he want from Keith? Friendship, maybe. But the thought of that makes his stomach fizz again, and looking at him is suddenly a little harder than before.

"What about you? Miss me much?"

Oh. Right, they're still talking. Keith is still here, and Kosmo is gone. There's no out. Lance swallows in, what he hopes, is a subtle manner. He thinks it over. Keith, his teammate, his.. friend? He'd been gone for a while, sure, but not the two years Keith had under his belt. And in that time he'd been so busy fighting Lotor, saving the world, he hadn't really thought about it. He wonders, if he'd had a chance to sit with his thoughts while Keith had been gone, if he would have felt that nothingness then, too.

"Yeah. A little." he comes to the conclusion that yeah, he would've.

Keith blinks, owlish. Hah, caught him off guard.

"Oh. Wasn't expecting you to agree with me there."

"What can I say? Personal growth, baby. Read it and weep."

Lance somewhat regrets opening his mouth for a moment.

"Adding that to the Lance blackmail folder. 'Mcclain missed me'."

It doesn't seem to faze the other paladin, and Lance hushes a sigh of relief. Coast clear. "You keep a folder on me?"

"Who knows when you'll take off and start a universe-wide smear campaign under my name?"

"Wow. Trust issues much?"

"A little, yeah."

Oh. Lance is the one caught off guard this time. He feels a little bad for prodding like that, but it's what he would've done before, right? Why does he feel bad about it now? Why does Keith's unsure smile and boxed in posture make him feel weird? He wonders, he's been doing a lot of wondering for the duration of this conversation, if Keith really believed him, when he'd told the other paladin he missed him. He tests the waters of a new, unfiltered dynamic.

"Hey. You know I wouldn't do that, right? I uh, actually did miss you. Call me crazy, but it's not the same without you around."

Keith hasn't opened his mouth to speak yet, and so unfortunately, Lance's big mouth keeps moving.

"I've been feeling this weird nothingness, recently. And I couldn't figure out why. I mean, we're all alive, hell, Shiro's back. And i'm so relieved, but also.. not? I don't know. I realised it seems to tie into you, you being gone, coming back, maybe missing you a little more than i-"

Ah. Oh. There's that fizzing feeling in his gut. It's stronger this time, flipping his insides around like an egg on a hot pan. Something is cooking in his chest and if Keith doesn't shut him up now he's going to say something he'll really, really regret.

"Yep, there it is! Figured it out. See, I think what’s going on here i that I like you, and that's probably why the egg in my gut-pan is about to get flipped again- yeah there it goes. Oh wow I’m talking a lot, and you are not-“

Ah. Oh. Oh no. So, good news and bad news, Lance thinks. You figured out the nothingness! You also told Keith before giving yourself even a tick to think over why that might not be a good idea. He's second guessing himself now, on every front, babbling away about stomach eggs and cramps in his kidneys, until Keith laughs.

His fourth laugh in the short time they've been talking, and Lance can't figure out if this one sounds different from the rest.

"Did you just..? Confess to me, with an egg metaphor?"

Lance can't tell which part of this Keith is upset about. Or if he's upset at all. He doesn't look upset. He's not smiling, but Lance knows enough about this stranger-friend-crush of his to know that it doesn't mean he's upset. His boxy posture has softened, he's leaning a little closer, waiting. Oh, it's Lance's turn to talk. His mouth has gone dry, he licks his lips, wets his tongue and coughs.

"I think so? Your guess is as good as mine, fullet. Is it appropriate to call you fullet right now?"

Keith snorts.

"No? Right, gotcha. All cool."

"Lance?"

"No, I get it, i'm shutting up, look. Lips sealed, not talki-"

"Lance."

He doesn't reply this time, hands clamped over his mouth, watching Keith like a hawk.

"The uh.. my stomach-egg is doing the same thing. I think."

"Cool." Lance squeaks.

"I missed you too. I was lying, before. When I told you I didn't think about it a lot. I did. I thought about it a lot. "

Lance unpeels his hands from his face.

"And, if we're doing this right now, then.. firstly, poor timing, and secondly-"

Now, Lance might have quelled his loudmouth, but his body is another factor entirely. He lunges, and his arms are around Keith's neck, hands in that stupid, gorgeous fullet. He's wound up in this incredible feeling, their faces so close, noses smushed into one another, laughing breathlessly in the short space between them.

He kisses Keith, and the nothingness in his chest is full.

Keith kisses him back, and it's replaced with something else entirely.

#Klance #Keith Voltron #Voltron #klance fanfiction #lance voltron #Lance mcclain #Keith kogane

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CHAPTER WARNGING(S): Blood, hospitalization, past death, flashback, angst, swearing, may have grammar errors

You can skip the flashback if you like. Just more details on how F/n parents died. Sorry if the timeline is weird, the Marvel time line is kinda messy.

The action or fact of dying or being killed; the end of the life of a person or organism. Death.

I had one too many experiences meeting it. Looking it in the eye. Letting it take the ones I hold dearest. But I learned to accept it.

The way they died was like shot but death was gentle when it looked them in their eyes and took them into its embrace.

I too wish to walk one day beside them- to be embraced by it and the ones I used to hold dearest.

FLASHBACK

2011 - battle of New York City

(First Avengers movie)

"Eat or you'll starve..." F/n's mother said to her eleven year old daughter who sat beside her. She grabbed her spoon, bring it up to her l/c lips to take another bite. The radio played as the two ate and enjoyed their lunch together. F/n mother cooked but couldn't wait for her husband to return from work. So they ate without him. Wouldn’t be the first time.

"When is dad coming home?" Young F/n asked her mother as she was shooing away the families dog before she ate something she wasn't supposed too.

"Get down, Sam!" She yelled.

F/n laughed at her mother.

"Eat you fool..!" She jokingly threatening f/n with a piece of meat impaled on her fork. "Give it to Sam-" "no!"

The L/n family lived in the middle of New York City. Where you can find everything. Pigeons, crack heads, everything. For years they wanted to move. But due to F/n father’s work, they didn’t have a choice to pick where to live.

The lights suddenly flickered and the two females looked at each other, faces full with confusion. Then the ground shook. Paintings that were hanging on the wall fell as cracks began to replace them.

"...We never get earthquakes..." M/N mumbled looking up and around the small apartment. She gets up from her seat, her eyes landed back on small F/n, nervously biting her lips as she scrambles to her daughter.

"I'm gonna call your father-" the apartment shook again only this time it was much worse. M/n nearly stumbled as she yelled for F/n to get up and come to her. The large 35 floor building began to shake violently. Pictures began to fall, pipes in the kitchen bursted, the chandelier above fell in-between them, catching on fire almost immediately — giving the two no way to get to each other.

"Mom!" young F/n yelled through the fire.

"NEW YORK CITY IS UNDER ATTACK BY AN UNKNOWN TERRORIST! TAKE COVER IMMEDIAT-" the radio's cut off with the rest of the apartment’s power. The walls cracked and tumbled to the floor's below with the rest of the apartment began to quickly came apart.

"Mom!" F/N screamed, scared while hugging Sam tightly; which who was barking nonstop. "F/n! M/n!?!" A male voice cut through the rubble.

"Dad!"

"F/n! where are you!?" F/n heard her mother yell through the fallen debris. The room now filled with broken rubble, large holes in the wall as things began to burst through them. Things? Aliens? She could hear gunshots, people screaming. Her ears were ringing non-stop.

"F/N!" F/n father yelled, jumping on his daughter, covering her. Immediately h/n girl made herself as small as possible. Ash of the concrete fell on him as wood hit his back making him groan in total agony.

"F/n..." she heard her father whisper, a silent growl escaping his throat. A stinging pain shot through her leg. Quickly looking down to see a mental rod that grazed her calf. But there was a crimson coat that painted its sliver colour completely. She looked up, eyes landing on her father's chest where a metal rod impaled straight through his back and out through his chest.

It was almost dark but there was a light ahead.

"Listen to me.." he started, he voice strangled. "Oh god.."

"N..No..." her young voice shaking. Cuts on her body. Ash on her clothing. F/n grabs the rod penetrating her father, before wiggling around in hopes of setting him free. He was pinned and she can't do anything about it. A weak fragile body such as herself is no match for the pounds of rubble.

"Climb through the hole-"

"No- I don't want to leave you!"

"You need to climb- get out of here..."

The building shook.

"I can't-"

"Yes, you can!" He yelled at the debris piercing his back. A sob left F/n throat as she watches her father cry in pain. The apartment shook like there was an explosion underneath them. The building - standing in the middle of New York City stood tall on its own, now F/n was sure it was tipping, slowly breaking the buildings next to it.

"W-Where's.. mom..!?" She asked, holding his shirt, while tears streamed down her face. "Where's mommy?!?" She whined even more snot, blood, and tears running down her face.

"She's..." he gasps "ok..."

"...Really...?"

"Yes...*groan*" he smiles through the pain. "And when this is over... we're gonna laugh, right..? I'll bring you to my company, S.H.I.E.L.D..." He stated, feeling his legs go numb. Her lips quivered, her vision getting blurring because of her tears. "...like the cartoons..?" she asked.

"Yes! just like the... cartoons..." he raises his shaking hand to caress young F/n's cheek. Rubbing his thumb over a tear that fell from her eyes.

"Climb, F/N-" he whispered, pointing to the small exit. His bottom legs were gone, he couldn't feel them, the pounds of rubble began to weight more as he slowly started to lose strength and control of his body. His brain losing its connection to every nerve and circulation in his body.

"Go..." he could taste iron on his tongue.

"I can't!"

"Go! F/n!" he began to cry. From the pain, From the thoughts of what happened to the love of his life. From the thoughts of what is going to happen to the young person he swore to protect. He knew he wasn't going to make it, he only knew one thing, it was to get his little girl out of here.

"Go!" He repeated, arms shaking, the debris became more heavy. For the first time F/n's father cried. Blood and tears painted his face with a terribly pained expression on his face.

Still in tears, F/n barely climbed out of the collapsing apartment, she stumbles and coughed right before looking back to her father who had give in to the weight on his body. Dust covered her vision rendering her unable to view her father. Was he gone? she didn't want to think that was, they're alive, they're ok, they wouldn't leave me.

Upon reaching the surface she was met with nothing but chaos. Buildings were on fire and trampled. Strange beings flew by as a portal in the centre city opened in the sky.

She knew magic existed, but she didn't know it would go as far as this. A portal, to where?

She looked around in hopes of seeing someone or something that could help her or her family, but there was nothing.

"Mom!!" She yelled into the chaos.

"Dad!" She yelled again, still with snot and tears smeared on her face.

She continue to yell, but the crumpled building under her became unnoticed as it begin to crack and collapse. The apartment had been cut in half. The upper half crashed into other building as the other half began to collapse, fallowing its steps.

And just a few seconds the whole building collapsed taking her, her family with bunch of other innocent lives down with it.

"Shit! Help me!"

"She bleeding a lot!"

"You're a hero! Help her!"

The dirty blonde hero kneeled down in front of the kid. He took something out of his pocket and wrapped it around the girl's head. F/n can barely open her eyes as blood covered her vision. Her small hand reached out to gently placed it on the man's wrist.

"I have to-" she stopped her words apon turning her head and seeing the building she grew up in sat in both ash and rubble. Theres no way she survived, there's no way they survived. "M-my-" she stuttered and reached her hand out in hopes of getting up to look for them. But she couldn't.

She couldn't feel anything. It was a miracle she's able to move her arms. "Kid-" she turned her head in a panic only to see a middle age male crouching down and holding her. "Stay with me..." he spoke out of breath. He wore a full armour suite with a bow peeking out from his shoulder. It was one of the avengers but she couldn't find his name in her empty head.

F/n's body was lifted in from the rubble as the male held her tightly as if she were his own. He walking was calm, a slow pace. There wasn't any flying beings anymore and the portal in the sky was gone. It was over, but at what cost?

"F/n!!" A voice echoed.

"F/n!"

"F/n."

"Miss..L/n..."

"You up?" ———-> PRESENT

KOREA, SEOUL

"There you go... thank you Lieutenant..." a woman sat in front of you. She had short black hair with a cap and black shades on. Wore a turtleneck with a suit. A businesswoman fit you could say.

"Morning Miss L/N."

You stared at her with tired eyes, barely open. Your head spinning and your throat felt like someone punched it. You heard beeping. We're you in the hospital? The colours around you were white, but a shade of gray as the mysterious people closed the curtains letting no light into the room. Or a way to talk in total private, letting no one see them talking to you.

You scanned the room before landing on a tall male standing by your bedside. 'Lieutenant' is what she called him. Why is the military interrogating you? You're sure whatever they injected into you was inmost definitely illegal.

"We're not gonna keep you since the drug won't keep you up for long... that or it could kill you.."

Your memory was hazy. You remember going to work, running from someone and the rest is a blur.

But clearly it was bad judging how you're in this hospital bed to begin with.

A whimper left your throat as it was too painful to move. It felt like a grown man was sitting on your chest. A force pinning your wrist and ankles to the bed like you were paralyzed or insane.

A tube was stuffed up your nose, probably for nutritions while an uncomfortable tape held it in place on your nose bridge. Your oxygen mask resting on your shoulder. You looked and felt terrible, attempting to turn your head further but the neck brace stopped any movement. But it wasn't the first time you found yourself in this position.

"We're not here to kill you..." she saids raising her hands above her shoulders, almost a gesture to insure your safety. A way to show she didn't have firearms or anything dangerous under her finger tips. But you're sure she carried at least something similar.

"Quite the opposite actually..." She smiles, slowly putting her hands back down on her lap.

"Call me General Seo Hyung. Known as General Kim and this is..." she gestured with her hand towards the tall male. "Lieutenant Song."

Your eyes wondered to the male again. He had a nice sharp nose with pumped lips. Kinda question as to why he chose his field he's currently in. He wore the same thing, identical to the woman but the jacket was longer, buttoned up to cover his chest and shades with a cap were also presented. He stood there with a needle in hand, injecting some unknown fluid into your IV.

You could only watch his actions.

"Don't give her too much, she'll have a seizure.."

He stops moments after, extracting the syringe.

"Now..." she turns back to you.

"Let's talk.." she said in fluent English.

"Someone... personally... was tracking you.. i'm not gonna go into detail. Just know that we didn't want you dead in fact, we don't even know you... but one of the searchers in our office did..." she switched back to Korean.

You could hardly focus on her words. Your world was blurry and spinning. All you could do is try and listen while staring at her.

"...Dead...?" Your voice scratchy.

"You've done something in the past, which I'm still doing research on," she paused. "Your a runner ain't ya?" She teased, "finding information about where you came from and what you did is a tough one...” she squinted her eyes before continuing. “Anyway, what happened to you is a personal level, not beneficial to our service. So words won't help you forgive us for what we did..." she apologized.

She apologizing... apologizing...?

'Why is she apologizing? She's the head of a secret underground military organization (you're sure she is). You'll think she would be a cold hearted person. Going as far at to visiting you in the hospital somewhere in Korea. Waking you up with a substance thats probably fully illegal. How did they even get in here...? What does she really want...?' You thought, eyes slowly closing.

Wait.

Where were you even?

Seoul? Crap.. now that's gonna be a big bill-

*snap*

Your eyes opened wide in a flinch to the tall male's large hand in front of you. He snapped his fingers.

"Focus." He spoke in Korean. His deep voice almost sounded like a growl.

General Seo Hyung pulled out a small card and a small bouquet of flowers, placing it past your field of vision. She smiled. "No... I think we're done here.." she said standing up from her stool. "Give her the dose.." the male took out another syringe from a briefcase beside him and wasted no time injecting it into your IV.

You were unable to move but your heart monitor was enough to show that you were in distress. Your chest raised up and down at a fast pace. Your vision blurred as you attempted pulled on the cords near your before Lieutenant Song completely injected the unknown dose into your IV drip.

Your movements slowed and your monitor's beeping reduced. Your eyelids got even more heavy. Whatever they injected into you with was working and working fast. Mingi reached over to you and placed back on your oxygen mask over your NGT. You both made eye contact through his black shades. You couldn't figure out what was behind them. What emotion.

"The dose will knock you out for some time, maybe erase some memories but also give you... more an...tibi..otics...." her words getting more fuzzy and distorted as you stared at the two tall figures in front of you.

"Hope to see you soon, Miss L/N." The General said, eyes rolling up, falling unconscious immediately before the duo left you to rest in your dark hospital room.

Seo Hyung and Mingi marched out of F/N's room, their steps were quick as their coats flew behind them, brushing against their thighs. "So you told her about why she was targeted then inject her with a dose that could possibly erase her memory of us telling her...? It's not making since..."

"Is that a problem, Song?"

"No ma'am. My real question is why you dragged me all the way out here to see her.."

"Song."

"Yes ma'am?"

She stopped walking to face the tall male. Turning her head to look around the hall incase someone was listening before leaning in close.

"She more than what she seems..."

"How so?" Mingi asked, certainly not intrigued.

"I've did some digged into her past and..." she stopped her words upon looking over Mingi's shoulder. Another male stood there in all black. Dressed in a black long fancy coat and long dress pants, similar to their own. She squinted her eyes. He was on the phone talking to someone. When he noticed her watching him, he quickly turned around facing his back to them and walked away.

"Shit," she cured under her breath, taking small steps back before continuing marching to the exit of the hospital.

"What?" Mingi asked. Joining beside her, turning his head as an attempt to capture what his superior seen.

"Call King... We've been spotted..." she requested, both figures now running out the building. "Was it Nuclear? Shit! I knew this was a bad idea."

Once the pair reached the copper, General was quick to answer the lieutenant's questions. As to why she dragged him all the way out to the city. Mingi, for one, was not a fan of what the General is thinking. He's smart. And he knows what she's planning, he doesn't need her to explain any further.

He squinted his eyes to his superior as she answered him in the most professional manner as she could. After hearing everything, Mr. Song is still against anything she has planned for Miss L/n.

He didn't need another miss fit.

Upon arriving to their base, Seo Hyung was quick to pull Mingi to her office. "Yes ma'am?" "Look!" She said turning her laptop to face the tall intrigued male. "Look!" She pointed to the screen. Mingi leaned over and squinted his eyes at the terribly bad quality photo. Scanning it, it read 2015. 8 years ago.

The general got up excitingly before walking around her desk to get closer to him. "Who's that?" She tested him. "Miss L/N F/n..." he murmured, almost ashamed. "And who is she walking beside?" He pauses before answering. "Natasha Romanoff..." he retreated back to his previous position, standing up straight. "Black widow..." "Exactly!" She claimed before clicking on the keyboard once again.

"Who's that?"

"Miss L/n..." she clicked to another photo again.

"And that?"

"Miss... L/n... so what?" Seo Hyung clicked to another photo. "She's at every after aftermath of the Avengers mess." Mingi turned to her and looked into her eyes. "So...?" She click to the last photo. It was the day everyone came back after 5 long torturing years. It was the aftermath of the Averagers building right off of New York. Her finger over the screen. "We don't know that! she could be...Ab-ha-" Mingi cut himself off, unable to find the words.

"She a former avenger." Mingi unwillingly nodded slowly and sarcastically, squinting his eyes to his superior and ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, making a bulge on the side of his mouth. "Uh-huh and you want her-"

"I want her."

TIME SKIP —-> 2 month later

You smiled at the grumpy nurse who gave you a not-less-smile. You've been in the hospital for over 3 month now. Your recovery- to most- was a miracle. Doctors were over joyed at your recovery, and nurses were more then happy to help you move with therapy. You wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for the amazing doctors and nurses by your side.

Amazing what they can do.

"Leaving finally?" She asked, grabbing papers. Her voice filled with annoyance but you found it was a mask to hide her excitement.

"Yup! discharged finally," you said before handing her a gift bag. "For you, for helping me."

She smiled. A genuine one. "When you enter this field, helping someone is a must not a choice. I helped you because it's my job..." she took the gift bag and hid it behind the serving desk.

"Thank you. Whatever it is, I love it." She chuckled before handing you papers.

The bill probably.

"A young man already paid for it." Your nurse said before walking away from you to her new patient.

"A young man...?" You muttered. Paid? Someone paid for it? Sure as hell wasn't you. So who? Quickly you opened the bill, scanning the page for a name. Anonymous it read. How the hell did someone pay over ₩40,000,000 for let alone someone like you?

Your memory was fuzzy. Apon months of physical and mental therapy, your memory flashed every now and then. You can hardly remember the two figures in your room after your surgery. And as to how you were hospitalized remains a mystery. Who would do something so brutal? Maybe someone knows who you are and is now targeting you or it's just karma coming to say hello.

The nurses informed you that friends came over to visit but you were quick to say you had no one to call friend in Korea. Which led you to believe that they were involved with your hospitalizations.

So why the flowers? Why the blank card? The flowers you got because it's a sign of support in recovery. But you have no one close enough to give you anything, let alone flowers. But what leaves you confused was the card. The blank card.

And to make matters worse, you got fired. The owner said to keep a reputation for the store, they had to fire you. Which was stupid, your hospitalizations didn't make headlines as accidents like yours are rare in Korea. Either it was masked by someone and told reporters to report something else or no one knew at all. So who or what made your boss fire you? It was hard enough to find a job and now your left with nothing. If all means, you were kinda happy the anonymous person paid for the bill or you would have to pull a line of credit to pay it off.

But you still had to pay for the coach bus ride back home. Your accident was so bad that they had to bring you to a whole different city for surgery. 2 hours away. Going under over 10 hours of surgery all together. The magic doctors have.

It was only a couple weeks later- after being discharged, was when you found a new job. A flexible one. One that you can enjoy. One many wished to have.

Dog sitting.

"She's happy to see me again, isn't she?" You laughed, asking the owner of the Chihuahua, holding the small dog in your arms who was wagging her tail aggressively and attempting to lick your face. Black and white breed with large eyes and her tongue that hanged from her mouth. "Yeah whateves, you can have her if you want, she's a pain in the ass anyway..."

She said, standing in her house taking a puff of her cigarette while you stood outside of it.

Your smile dropped.

"I'm sorry what?"

"Tomorrow at 8pm!" She yelled before slamming the door on your face. "Ok!" You yelled through the door, looking down to the small dog, you scratched her head- which she seemed to enjoy. "I can have you huh?" You really wanted to. By looks, she wasn't clearly groomed properly or often.

"If I had money... I'll do it if it means you're happy..." you mumbled, kissing her head.

Marshmallow, a Chihuahua- you think- you don't know the type of breed. Who cares. It's a dog. They can love you as much as you love him or she. You dog sit for a lot of other dogs, but Marshmallow is your favourite. She doesn't listens, eats a lot, sleeps, and looks and acts goofy. Just like yourself.

You found yourself in front of your car. Your car that sat in the parking garage since your incident. They cleaned everything. Not even letting the evidence team through and clean the crime scene immediately after you out of there. So to begin with, your case was nothing but ignored or erased. You definitely knew that you fought the culprit through, and definitely going to confront them about your car bill having to remove your insurance days prior.

Finally reaching your apartment door, your hands full with dog food and Marshmallow's bed as the owner wanted the dog gone for at least 24 hours. Kinda makes you question as to why Marshmallow's owner even own her.

She barks at your feet before you successfully opening the door, her tiny feet tapping the cold tiles before going silent due to the apartment's carpet. Immediately running to the couch to lay down.

Across from her was the flowers the two 'friends' dropped a couples days after your surgery. Nearly dead actually. The blank card tho, you figured it out. It's blank to the naked eye but visible under blue UV light. Smart cookies. On the card was a phone number. That's it. You've never called it or reported to the police. They didn't help in the first place, so you were left on your own.

You just finished taking off your shoes, throwing them into the closet. "Marshmallow get off of the couch!" She didn't listen at first, but you smiled when she jumped off of the cushions to join you passing the couch. She jumped up, upper paws gripping your leg as she barks frantically.

"What...?" You mumbled placing down the supplies on the table beside you. Looking at the table you noticed the new large hot sauce bottle you recently purchased. "Hungry?" Your thumb caressing the bottle, remembering it was your adopted father's favourite, shocked to see they sold it here in Korea.

"Let me get you some food..." you muttered. "Miss L/n-" your eyes went wide and Marshmallow barked before you turned around quickly, chucking the bottle at the presence behind you.

Not to your surprised, they caught the bottle smoothly. Without a care in the world with their arm covering their face. The hot sauce bottle in a tight grip as their steel rings colliding with the hard plastic. They wore full black. A large black dress shirt with a silver chain and fancy baggy black cargo pants. With their hair full pitch black with parted slick bangs. They slightly dropped their arm.

They smiled. Or... he smiled.

"Hi~" he greeted in a happy-silly tone.

Your memory was still a blur for the past months but when you saw his face, you remembered it immediately. No, you didn't need drugs or surgery to remember his face.

Mr. Park motherfucking Seonghwa.

Notes

❌ • King is ¥#o€%*&-

❌ • General likes F/n

❌ • The only thing on f/n's mind is how is she going to pay for the medical bill till she found out it was paid already

❌ • F/n lost her parents + dog during the first Avenger fight back in 2011

❌ • Seonghwa likes f/n's apartment

Sorry for the late drop. I was travelling and had not way to post :,)

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[lexa-griffins]

I was not ready to read about Lilah and Lexa's complicated relationship 😭 I understand why Lilah thinks and behaves the way she does as she constantly compares her two moms and prefers to spend more time with Jenny since she's cooler and less restrictive than Lexa. How many times has Jenny upset Lilah with another broken promise? How does Lexa comfort her sad daughter? Is there an event where Lilah gets an epiphany that Jenny might not be the best mom? I want all of them to have a happy ending

Both kids, but especially Delilah, have Jenny on a pedestal. She's a journalist who's constantly traveling all over the world, she brings them cool gifts and for the one weekend a month she has them she lets them eat and do whatever they want. I mean, what is a boring primary school teacher next to an international journalist, right? The kids just don't realize the reason Jenny can have that life is because she barely has them with her. They dont realize that the reason they went from seeing Jenny every 2 weeks to once a month was because Jenny requested it and not the other way around. But Lexa also knows how much her kids adore Jenny, and they already have her talking shit about Lexa, so Lexa refuses to talk shit about Jenny back. But that also means Lexa is the bad guy when anything happens and Jenny is the savior who can give the kids everything they want as long as she isn't taking care of their daily needs.

Jenny is constantly promising both kids stuff she doesn't keep. And granted, most of the time it's work related stuff she can't refuse but it is still putting her job and her wants in front of the kids and it does break them heart everytime. Alex is used to it, or at least he pretends he is okay with it but Delilah always takes it so hard. She adores her mom. Because she never lived with Jenny full time except when she was a newborn, being with Jenny is always so exciting, its like having a cool aunt who takes ever everywhere.... because thats almost what Jenny is, an aunt that comes around once a month, hell, even aunt Anya sees them more often!

Lexa always does her best to comfort Delilah particularly, who wil cry and sob and slam her bedroom door when she learns they aren't seeing mom this month. More drawings Delilah did for her are added to the pile for next month and she just misses her you know? She tries, she really does. And luckily Delilah tends to be receptive to that comfort, the cuddles and take out dinner, going bowling or to the movies just to get their heads out of it. But then there are those times where Delilah blames it on Lexa. A part of her always blames Lexa every since Jenny told her she wanted to stay together as a family but Lexa asked for the divorce. For Delilah, Lexa broke their family apart before Delilah even got to be a full part of it. Alex gets it so much better. He was small but he remembers the screaming, he remembers Delilah only a few months old crying while Lexa struggled to deal with her and Alex and get the house in order while keeping up with her job. He remembers the look of sadness on Lexa's face that would disappear for a few minutes when she had both her babies in her arms when everything else seemed to be falling apart.

Luckily, when Delilah has the realization that Jenny was rather neglectful during their childhood, Jenny as turned a page and become more involved. And Clarke is the big reason for that. Because she is the one who screams at Jenny with tears in her eyes that she's hurting these precious kids and that Lexa is constantly picking up the pieces when she says she cant see them again and yet she has the time to fly in and try to tell Lexa that she can't date a woman so much younger than her simply because she she says so and use the kids she barely sees as an excuse.

A bit of a spoiler but Lexa and Clarke adopt a kid of about 12 when Alex is in college and Delilah is ending high school. And I think that's when Delilah fully realizes the shit Jenny put her through. Because while Clarke's income surely helps a lot when it comes to the financial burdens Lexa had, Delilah sees Lexa be the mom she always was to her and Alex and realize how much she ignored Lexa's efforts to elevate Jenny's who where barely efforts at all. And how Clarke is nothing like Jenny, how it becomes clear that her mom was never the problem but her other mom was the one who wasn't set to be a parent and instead blamed her short comings on the parent that tried her best for her kids.

Lilah has a talk with Lexa a bit before she leaves for college and apologizes for all but Lexa tells her she has nothing to apologize for. Lexa should have fought agaisnt Jenny harder and while she's glad Clarke made her see how she was treating her kids and her ex, Lexa feels like she should have been the one to have the guts to tell her all of that. But she was tired of constantly fighting and they were divorced and Lexa was scared that now that they were older and asked with who they wanted to be with they would both choose Jenny. Lexa can handle losing everything, but not her kids. They have a good cry about it and whiwl their relationship was so much better now, it really healed some wounds for before :)

#letter opened #au: milf!lexa #oof thats a long answer 😅

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: HP Cry Me A River Fest

M, oHP Cry Me A River Fest 2023:

Inside by onebedtorulethemall - M, one-shot - Something is wrong with Draco Malfoy. (Warnings: Dark Fic, Character Death)

HP Cry Me a River Fest 2024:

In the Library Where He Kept Her by GreenInk_RedLetters - E, WIP - Draco wallows in the sudden passing of his wife Hermione Granger. By charming her favorite books, he's able to live vicariously watching their memories while succumbing to his grief. It will be up to him, the persistence of his friends, and the legacy of Hermione's love whether or not Draco chooses to continue living in the past, or to shut the doors of the library for good. Told through a combination of flashbacks and present-day scenes. Everything that made him good and whole was a reflection of the witch. She stitched him up and made him something to be proud of. Who was Draco Malfoy without Hermione Granger? What sort of world was there without her gentle smiles and her fierce morality? She was everything and then... Nothing. AND Draco's life no longer lay in terms of before or after the war, but rather before or after her. Because it was her that gave him meaning. [Warning: character death]

You're gonna break my heart tonight by Mrs_Norway - M, WIP - “Hermione, I have a gift for us.” “For us?” she looked up at him, surprise evident in her expression. He smiled and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small jewelry box.” I want to give you a ring…”“Draco, what…” she barely whispered. OR the story where Draco tells Hermione he's all in.

Scenes From a Life We Never Lived by onebedtorulethemall - M, WIP - “It wouldn’t be a secret correspondence. Just – private.”Draco nods. “What’s there to tell? We’re barely acquaintances.”“Who only see each other once a year.”They’re smiling now, him and her. At each other.

Leave the Light On by cosmic_kate - not rated, one-shot - The entire room warms and brightens, and it is her—the Golden Girl, the Brightest Witch of Her Age—and she is testifying on his behalf.Draco learns to love and let go. [Warning: character death]

Till Forever Falls Apart by InAStarlessSky - G, one-shot - “You keep telling me I’ve lost them, Granger,” he mutters. “What if I haven’t? What if all of this was a dream? How the hell am I supposed to know what’s real and what’s not?” Hermione sighs and her shoulders slump in defeat. Wordlessly, she reaches for the chain around her neck and lifts it over her head, holding it out to him.“This,” she remarks. His gaze flits between her face and the wedding band hanging from the chain. “You saw mine and thought I was married to Ron, but that’s not true. This is yours, and this means I’m yours.”Or the one where Draco loses his memories, and Hermione is there to pick up the pieces. [Warning: character death]

Anniversary by topazZz1105 - M, one-shot - Draco and Hermione spend an evening on their wedding anniversary in nostalgic reflections of the past.

This fest is ongoing.

#hp cry me a river fest #fests/exchanges/challenges #dramione

[mothersquishy]

A Letter To The Past

When I was asked what I’d say to my younger myself I was caught off guard

So many emotions bubbled up, out of my eyes, puddle of tears collecting on my lap

How do I tell such a young, hopeful, child that it didn’t get better?

That she just learned how to handle it instead?

How am I supposed to tell her that her found family will dissipate causing a deep hollowing pain in her heart, never filling but never growing, always there?

That her first love was never capable of loving her back?

That she hurt her best friend so deeply he had to cut her out of his life?

That her kind heart was used against her, ripping away her innocents on prom night?

That she stayed silent, hearing of another girl attacked by the same man?

How do you expect me to tell her that her next love, the one she saw such a bright future with

The one she built a family with

That she’ll shatter the very heart she swore to love for all eternity?

How do I hug a child that’s so broken and brittle that just touching her will cause her to crumble to dust?

How am I supposed to comfort a child that is so far gone in misery and pain and heartache

That she couldn’t possibly return to person she used to be

Because that person never existed?

How do I hold her tight against my chest, crying and screaming lies that did get better when it didn’t?

That there was no way we could repent for the wrongs we’ve done to others?

How am I to tell her

That she will forever be dreaming of her grief

Woken up night after night

Tears pooling in her ears?

That she is so utterly demolished that she had no choice but to pick up all of what’s left of her

The sharp points that dig cuts deep into her hands

And forge a cage around her heart that hurts everyone who goes near?

That her tears will turn to rage

The hate will fester, becoming one with her soul?

That she’ll become a demon in order to protect herself?

That even after all the years of abuse, depression, hurt, and heartache

She’ll still keep the door open to her heart

Like a foolish child?

That the very hope she so stubbornly holds on to

Is the very thing that causes her the most wounds?

I couldn’t

I wouldn’t

I look at her, tears slipping out of her eyes at the sight of scars all over my body

Caused by her very hands

I kneel down, leveled with the small hurting child

And open my arms to her

I tell her that her childhood best friend is still in her life, antics still there

That her and mother will become close finally

That her broken family is trying so desperately to fix themselves

That she’ll have the most wonderful kids, hearts so pure, hearts so full of love

That she changed the lives of people, saving them when their fingers were on the trigger

I hold her, tears spilling out my wounded soul and tell her

That her heart is so big, so caring, it hurts to look at

That she is so very worthy of love, someone you can’t help falling in love with

That all the pain and hurt she carries deep in her chest will lessen with time

And that it’ll all be worth it in the end

That she’ll open her heart so wide, taking the secrets of strangers

Wiping away tears from the very ones who caused her harm

Understanding that they too, caged their hearts in thorns

That she’ll suffer, and scream, and cry, and beg for an end she doesn’t want

Because she is alive

Because she has felt everything time and time again

And to live is to feel-

Feel so deeply it rips you apart

Like a flower in bloom

I’ll wipe away her tears

Help her pick up the pieces

And bask in the warmth of our hopes and dreams

Because she is me

And I am her

And our hearts are one.

#Therapy be hitting me HARD #Vent #I'm okay don't worry #I'm healing

[grayintogreen]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Currently five scenes away from finishing Chapter Twelve of YCDHN but a lot of those scenes are chonkers so it might take a bit, but to tide you over for the next update, here's a scene from the MASSIVELY LONG Chapter Eleven, featuring Cree and Jester.

"I know," she said. "I am not jealous, Jester… I am upset with myself for not being the sort of person who can take what I want without leaving marks on it. I am not ready to take what Chance offers me."

She watched him play while Marion sang. his claws plucking at the strings like they were antsy to play something faster. He thrived in faster beats and rapid-fire rhymes, but when he slowed down he was mesmerizing.

It was like watching a caged bird sing, however. Beautiful, yet if you were tenderhearted you could never shake the sadness from it enough to enjoy it. Chance played tragedy so well on his lute, but he was never meant to live one. And Cree Deeproots had never lived a day in her life that didn't feel like being one step away from a tragedy. Even now, the Fate-Breaker, herself, felt like she was always standing with one foot in a miserable ending or that the ending she was building towards was never meant for her.

Chance deserved his freedom. He deserved to remain untethered, rather than be shackled to her baggage. The things the Nein chased would chew him up and spit out his bones.

"Is it because of Lucien?" Jester asked, tentatively, and Cree laughed at that.

Because if she was certain of anything, it was that Lucien could not stop her from taking what she wanted now. It was her own hands that held her back. "No, Jester… Lucien and I were- are… will always be connected. But perhaps we were wrong to take it as far as we did. Perhaps the two of us were too young and foolish and drunk on what we were to one another to not realize the poison we were filling each other with."

Lucien, so desperately afraid of intimacy because someone might pick apart his broken pieces or hurt him the way he had been hurt too much before, but also wanting to be close to someone he could trust. Cree, desperate for his attention because he was the first truly beautiful thing that had ever been hers, offering him everything she had until she had nothing left. Maybe there was a world where they could have fallen in love better, but the hurt was too deep now. They could mend the rifts, and stay entwined by whatever golden threads the Matron twisted around them, but the romance of it all- if there was any to begin with and not the desperate fumbling of two lonely children- was dead and buried and might never rise again.

They were changing too much to fall back into old habits. If she were to decide that Lucien still meant so much to her that she wanted him in body as well as soul, then it would be after she saw everything the world had to offer her. Lucien needed the same perspective, unclouded by his hate and anger. Cree was not the one bright thing in his world because she was the one who enabled him and told him how great he was so his shine never dimmed. He should be challenged to find the beauty in everything despite all that shit around him. He should learn that he was not the main character of the entire world and it did not bend to suit his whims and validate his ego.

"If Lucien were to admit he was always in love with me and that he was a fool for treating me as he did and that he wanted to start again…" She swallowed, turning over how likely such a thing would be and weighing it against what she would think if it did happen, coming up with a startling answer that only proved her point about keeping some distance and letting the two of them grow independent of one another.

She shook her head. "It wouldn't be a change in him, would it? It would only be a crutch if I allowed him to change for love of me. He has to change because he wants to, otherwise it will never stick. So no, Lucien has no bearing on what Chance and I could have. It is only that I cannot trust myself to not make the same mistakes if I take the first hand that reaches out to me. There is so much of this world I have not yet experienced properly."

Jester considered that, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth as her mother continued to sing. "D'you think I'm rushing into things with Fjord? 'Cause he was the first guy I've ever really liked?"

Cree chuckled. "You two will need to figure it out on your own. Perhaps you will realize you are better as friends. Perhaps it will be something out of your fairy tales. The two of you walk the same path, regardless, and I know that he has changed not for love of you, but for love of the man he could be."

She pressed her claw against the label of the wine bottle, casually peeling it off in little strips. "I am an unbiased observer, so you can trust that from me. Fjord and I rarely agree on anything and I assume that is why he made me his quartermaster. If anyone would notice the positive change in him and where it came from, it is someone who is always just a little bit done with his shit."

#critical role fic #cr fic #my writing #wip wednesday #you can't deny high noon

[akayeh1]

This was Gregory the Love Sponge. I’ll share more about him another day, but how I met Dusty has to include the story of how I met Gregory. You’ll see why as we go.

In the fall of 2002 I was told that I needed to find an animal to share my life with. At that time he was being prescribed as an emotional support animal and I had a fairly wide selection of animals to choose from. However I was living on campus and wanted to keep my fellow dorm mates in mind when choosing. I may have had a room to myself but an animal could impact the studies of others. I didn’t want that. Emotional support animals don’t have full public access rights so would have to stay home while you are in class. A dog would not be a good choice as almost every dog I’ve ever met loudly barks. And often. (That’s still true.) I next thought about a cat. There was a family cat in my parents’ home. No…. Keeping a cat in a single room would prove problematic. Maybe a bird? Oh no! Not a bird!!! My cousin had a cockatiel who was deeply in love with a mayonnaise commercial and drove everyone nuts! Never a bird. I went on petfinder looking for ideas. Hey! Bunnies!!! They don’t bark. They will stay in one room. They don’t sing. They are quiet pets. Perfect!

So I picked out three bunnies online from the closest HRS and spent a lot of e-mail back and forth and had everything bought and ready and went to go meet my new friend.

J brought me down to the bunny room. I’d never seen so many buns! All sizes. All shapes. All colors. She leads me over to the little brown Polish, the first bun on my list to meet. I end up standing next to a larger bun who quite literally is beating down the door of his cage (dog crate). J calls over her shoulder to me that I might as well open the door and pet him because he won’t stop until I do! Okay…

I open the door very carefully so he doesn’t try to jump out and reach a hard in to gently pet him. He’s having none of that and shoves the door all the way open and starts climbing out as fast as I can try to push him back in! He’s faster!!! Uh oh…. Now what??? I’ve got an arm full of fuzzy rabbit with another on the way and all I can do is pet him for all I’m worth hoping he doesn’t have plans on going anywhere else! Apparently not…. He’s getting heavier and heavier and the clown is going to sleep!

Just then J turns around with the little brown bunny half the size of the behemoth in my arms and busts out laughing. I’ve got a look of panic on my face as I’m still petting for all I’m worth. She just turns around and puts the brown Polish back. I never met him. Or any bun else for that matter.

She then called over her shoulder the best piece of bunny advice I’ve ever been told: “Some people pick bunnies and some bunnies pick people. Congratulations! You’ve just been picked!” She also told me one other thing…. “Oh, by the way, that rabbit hates being held.” Do what??? As I looked down at this lump in my arms that could be snoring if bunnies snored for all I knew! Could have fooled me!

When she was done she had me put him back. Uh yeah. Sure. He woke up and disagreed immediately with the concept and was climbing back out as quickly as I was putting him back in! When he got to my shoulder she decided it was going to take two of us to foil his plans and shove his butt back in. “Twinkle” did not like the answer of I’ll be back in two weeks. Luckily his I want you choice was just as strong two weeks later. I’ll bet he was a real pain to deal with in the meantime. Lol.

Fast forward to April 2015. I’m back at the HRS at the new bunny house to find a new friend. Gregory missed moving to the apartment by six weeks when he left in 11/2013. So I’m thoroughly done unpacking and quite lonely these days. I had contemplated a dog but my folks talked me into another bunny. I’m glad they did. So I went down to the meet the current inmates looking for a jailbreak.

After Gregory I learned my lesson. I had no preconceived notions about who I was coming home with. The only thing I was sure of was that they would be of the lagomorphic persuasion.

I walked up and down the aisles. I looked into each crate. I scratched any noses that stuck out. I paid close attention to anyone who seemed to pay close attention to me. I started to narrow down those who were out for scratches from everyone who walked by to those who were only paying attention to me. I got down to four.

One was a pretty grey bunny with white inside the ears and belly and under the tail.

One was a Rex that was grey and white splotched all over.

One was long furred white with grey on the ears, nose, toes, and tail.

One was a completely black Minilop.

Gregory was a broken chinchilla Minilop. Aka a grey and white splotched Minilop. With a luxurious double coat.

The bunnies that were sent whispers to pay attention to me…. The irony wasn’t lost on me. If you ever wonder if animals have souls. Be still and look and listen. They send messages. Sometimes subtle. Sometimes funny.

So I did two more trips paying attention just to the emissaries. The Rex was cage protective. I wasn’t sure I wanted to take on that fight. The mostly grey girl wasn’t very interactive. I needed someone who cared whether I was there or not. The lop was well a typical lop but not the clown Greg had been. And definitely not a love sponge. He was interested but…. Then there was this other little ball of energy. His marker said Jersey Woolly but when I looked at him he had little bits of litter, a few bits of chow, a few shards of chewed cardboard box all stuck in his fur. I laughed and told him that he did not look like a Skeeter! “Why you’re nothing but a dust bunny!” I did one more lap of the crates and as I did so, that little ball of fluff raced back and forth trying to keep me in view at all times and got upset if he couldn’t!

When I told the shelter workers that he was the one I wanted to see they couldn’t believe it. They figured he’d be there for months to years. He had been captured just two weeks before and only gotten back from his neuter three days before! They double checked three times that I was serious it was him. Yeah him.

He let me pick him up, look at his nails, spread his toes, look at his teeth, in his ears, feel his belly, and pet him as he explored next to me. Never complained and never fought beyond a halfhearted wiggle.

He was named Dust Bunny thereafter aka Dusty but his shelter name did lend a nickname. I found myself comparing him to his predecessor who at his biggest was six pounds. And at about 3.5 pounds when adopted Dusty was little. One day I told him he wasn’t nothing but a little bug and “Bug” stuck. Many argued that he was so big! I described him as a four pound rabbit with four inches of fur. He was just well insulated.

Love the fuzzies in your life.

#origin story #bunny #rabbit #dusty #service animal #photography #Gregory #twinkle #skeeter #hrs #house rabbit society

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Empath Part 2- Malcolm Bright x OC

Malcolm Bright x Elena Nadis

Description: Now that the team knows of Elena’s skills, they’ve been unknowingly exploiting it. Of course, seeing such gory bodies can affect someone’s mental state, especially someone with Elena’s abilities. 

Word Count: 2k

Four months have passed since the team found out about Elena’s empathy abilities. Since then, Malcolm and her had begun dating, starting with the night that they found out. Things seemed to be going well for them, they’ve learned a lot about each other. Elena often finds herself falling more in love with him everyday that they’re together, and she had a feeling that Malcolm felt the same way about it. 

Another thing that’s happened since finding out: Gil has been bringing her to crime scenes more often. At first, she didn’t really mind it. Though the bodies offered her discomfort, it was nothing she couldn’t handle. So she never said anything. Then more gory bodies began showing up. They were worse than any of the test bodies she’d seen in college and every other body after that. Some were so bad that inexperienced officers would have to step out for some air after seeing them.

Things like that can really affect one’s mental health, especially someone who has a unique set of skills like Elena. Now, she began seeing these bodies everywhere. They were plaguing her dreams at night, not allowing her one night of rest after seeing them. Naturally, that meant less sleep, lots of coffee, more work and more stress on her shoulders. She attempted to brush it off, thinking if she just didn’t think about it then it would go away. That wasn’t the case though, no matter how much she attempted to hide it, she couldn’t keep running from her problems. They would come back to bite her in due time. 

Of course, having previously been a professional profiler, Malcolm was bound to notice the small signs of exhaustion. He’d notice when she’d go back for her fifth cup of coffee everyday at the station, he’d notice the bags under her eyes that she desperately tried to cover up, and he noticed how a little piece of her seemed to leave every time she had to look at a body. He attempted to get her to talk about it, but nothing ever came of it. Elena would just sweep the problem under the rug and redirect the conversation, using whatever distraction necessary. He had to hold himself back from pestering her about it, desperately clinging to the hope that she would finally break and tell him what’s bothering her. That never happened though. 

It seemed like a normal day for the couple. This was day six of trying to solve the case that landed under their jurisdiction. Four murders so far, all single unmarried women between the ages of 32 and 38. Tox screens showed that they were poisoned with a lethal amount of alpha-latrotoxin. It was a break in, no belongings stolen, and everything looked to be in place. Usually a case like this would be solved within a day, but with Elena’s lack of sleep, she was having trouble connecting the dots. 

That’s what led her and Malcolm to be sitting in her apartment going over the details of the case. Music had been playing in the background, courtesy of Malcolm not like the quiet. The music was soft though, and Elena found herself becoming drowsy. She tried to force herself to stay awake, but with the music lulling her to sleep as well as Malcolm’s comforting presence, she couldn’t help but let her eyes fall closed. 

Elena stood in what looked to be a dense forest. She didn’t recognize it, and the more she looked around, the more she got lost without even moving. Finally, she decided to start finding her way out of the woods. She picked a direction and began walking, desperately hoping that she wasn’t just getting herself into deeper trouble. Everything looked exactly the same, so if she was getting closer to the end, she would have no idea. 

After a few minutes of walking, she paused mid-step when she felt something hit her head. It felt like a drop of rain, but another drop didn’t come until a few seconds later and nothing else was wet, so she could rule that out. Slowly, she lifted her hand to touch where she had been hit, and she gasped in horror when she looked at the wet substance that now coated her fingers. Blood. She barely had time to react before a body suddenly dropped in front of her. A terrified scream ripped from her throat, but it barely echoed against the trees. Upon closer inspection, she realized that the body was from a case she had previously solved. It was burned almost to a crisp but the torso was sliced to ribbons, revealing his also slightly burned but still bloody intestines. 

A small whimper left her lips and she began backing away from it, only to trip over something and fall to the ground with a grunt. The wind was knocked out of her, and she turned to see what she had tripped over. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she realized it was yet another victim of a previous case. This one was a woman who had been drowned, leaving her skin pale, her lips blue, and her eyes opened and glazed over. It felt like she was staring into Elena’s soul, which made her even more on edge. 

This time, she didn’t have time to get up before more bodies began dropping from the sky. They were all bodies she had been forced to look at during cases. They were piling up, and Elena began panicking. Her breathing became heavy and she couldn’t do anything but lay there as sobs wracked her body. She hid her face in her hands as sobs, groans and screams began echoing through the forest. It felt like she was suffocating until-

“Elena!” Was that...

“Elena, wake up!” Malcolm? Her body began shaking, as if some invisible person was shaking her. She continued to sob until, finally-

Elena shot up in her seat with a loud gasp. Her head whipped around, recognizing her living room around her. Upon realizing that she was no longer in the forest, she broke down and began crying even harder. She nearly jumped away when arms wrapped around her, and her eyes snapped to the person they belonged to. 

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay Lena,” Malcolm muttered comfortingly, pulling her impossibly close to him. “You’re okay, you’re safe.” Elena couldn’t stop herself from clinging to him like some sort of lifeline until her cries were reduced to nothing more than whimpers and lots of sniffling. 

“Elena,” he started slowly. “I’ve tried to be patient with you, but you have to talk to me. This isn’t healthy for you, well, for anyone really.” Though his tone was soft, there was still a hint of firmness in it. Elena sniffled and looked down, suddenly finding the sleeve of his jacket to be the most fascinating thing in the room. Malcolm waited patiently for her to respond, and bided his time by rubbing her arm soothingly. 

“It’s these cases Gil has me on,” she finally mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes. “Those bodies...I’m used to seeing dead bodies after they’re cleaned up. I hate seeing them still newly dead, it kills me inside every time I have to see them. It’s tearing me apart, and it feels like a piece of any innocence I have left just keeps getting chipped away the more I see them. I know that with this line of work you have to develop tough skin, but I…” she trailed off, trying not to cry as she did so. 

“Elena, you should have told one of us,” Malcolm said after a minute. “We don’t judge you, ever. What kind of team would we be if we let you go to scenes knowing they affect you so negatively? Hmm?”

“A really bad one,” the girl muttered in response, wiping her nose with her sleeve. 

“Exactly,” he agreed. “You need to tell us these things, or at least tell me or Gil. If he knew, I’m sure he would never have allowed you to continue going.” He watched the girl nod, and he carefully lifted his hands to cup her face, wiping away her tears. 

“How about this, we go to Gil after we wrap up the case and you tell him everything. I’ll be there with you the entire time.” Elena considered his offer, then finally nodded. 

“Okay.” Malcolm nodded as well then pressed a kiss to her forehead and wrapped her into another hug as she leaned into his embrace.

“Okay.” 

They solved the case just a few days later, figuring out that the killer was a woman stuck in the past. She had it engraved into her mind that if a woman wasn’t married by 31, she was a harlot and needed to be taken care of before she could break up a marriage. Elena had the immense pleasure of making the arrest, then after almost everyone had left for the evening, she and her boyfriend went to Gil’s office like Malcolm said. 

She spent the next ten minutes telling Gil what she’d been experiencing since he had begun unintentionally exploiting her empathy. Malcolm was there not only for moral support, but he would add to her explanation when she forgot something. He knew what it was like to be haunted by nightmares, and the last thing he wanted was for his girlfriend to go through what he’s gone through for the last twenty years. 

Gil naturally felt awful, he hadn’t meant to do that to her, but she had been helping them so much that he had gotten used to solving the cases quickly and continued to bring her. After discussing it further, they arranged for Elena to see a therapist. Since she worked for the city, she had many options to choose from, but she chose Malcolm’s therapist, Dr. Gabrielle, because she seemed to be making a lot of progress with him, so she trusted her. Elena felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulder, and she found herself smiling as she and Malcolm left his office.

“See? What did I tell you?” Malcolm questioned as they walked out of the station hand in hand. Elena rolled her eyes playfully, but couldn’t hide the smile on her face. 

“Yeah, yeah, you were right, I admit it. Don’t let it get to your head though, it’s already big enough.” That elicited a laugh from her boyfriend as they reached his car. He stopped in front of her and took her hands in his. 

“Hey, I’m proud of you,” he said softly. “It takes a lot for someone to admit when they need help.” The girl couldn’t help but blush as she looked into his eyes. 

“Thank you, my love,” she muttered appreciatively. “I probably wouldn’t have been able to do it without you though.” Malcolm shook his head, a look of pure adoration gracing his face. 

“Yeah, well, I hope you’re ready for that to continue because I’m with you for the long haul,” he responded, reverting back to his lighthearted demeanor. 

“I can’t think of anyone else I’d like to be there,” she responded smoothly, beginning to move away. Malcolm didn’t let her get far before he pulled her back in by her hands and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. 

“Alright, now let’s go. I got a hot date with my amazing girlfriend at an Italian place around the corner,” he instructed, moving to the driver’s side of the car and getting in. Elena shook her head amusedly at him, but got in anyway. 

“You’re a dork,” she informed him simply as she buckled. 

“Normally I would be offended at such a nickname, but since I love you so much I’m just going to be cliche and say that I’m your dork,” he responded, leaning over to press a kiss to her cheek before driving off while she laughed.

#prodigal son #prodigal son imagine #malcolm bright #malcolm bright imagine #malcolm bright x oc

[bookwyrminspiration]

alright this is the third song ask i’ve sent in the past week and i’m so sorry for flossing your inbox but i just discovered the song infinite by oublaire and it is SUCH a keefe song i am.

It's alright, Even if! (that is your name to me), you're welcome to floss my inbox at anytime! and also you are so 100% right once again you have absolutely correct kotlc song takes

I mean we just get right into it with "No matter how hard he tries, he's left out in the cold" as one of the very first lines. That is such an intrinsic part of Keefe's character, how much effort he puts into things and yet it never works out. And often times it's his own self-sabotage because the people in his life that would save him from himself are the people he pushes the furthest away. No matter what plan he comes up, no matter how much of himself he's willing to risk (all of himself), no matter how many times he keeps throwing himself into these problems he is met with failure. He is left with bigger and bigger messes as he tries to fit the pieces back together into some semblance of a life he's horrified to realize he never truly had. He is trying so so hard! To be okay, to be a good person, to be worth something, to prove everyone wrong about him, to fix everything, but it won't work because he's trying to do it alone.

and then!! "This behavior will get you nowhere / Did you even listen?" feels exactly like how people respond to Keefe, how they treat him. They talk to him and lecture him and get promises from him that he'll change, that he's learned, and then he turns around and disregards it and they have to wonder if he even pays attention to what they said. Specifically this line reminds me of Sophie and Keefe's fight from Nightfall where she said "Though would it kill you to do the smart thing, just once, and actually listen to someone when they're giving you good advice, instead of thinking you know everything and doing whatever you want?" (pg 349). Right there is a perfect example! He doesn't listen, he doesn't change, he keeps repeating the same things that get him in trouble and into messes and into fights with the people he cares about. It's not that he's incapable of change, but he's in this mindset where he won't. He thinks he knows better and that he can deal with people being unhappy with him long enough to do what he wants where they'll then see that he's fixed the problem and then they won't be upset with him anymore. Except it never works and he keeps trying it!! It's getting him nowhere but he doesn't know how to let anyone in. He doesn't know how to be loved.

There are so many lines from this I could look at but I'll just pick one more for now, and that's "Silly boys with their hearts on their sleeves / Shutting down, making a mess of things." Had to include the first line because he's an empath and so much of his character is focused on the heart, him guarding his and reading others. He is both so private about his life and also a bleeding wound. He is full of secrets falling from his pockets and crying into rivers. He is becoming so known, a disaster put on display like a heart on his sleeve, everyone able to watch him fall apart. And his response to that is panic, is to go into this mode where he tries to fix the problem, because he doesn't have to deal with how it makes him feel or affects his life if it's no longer there. In the process, he makes mistakes, he shuts people out, and things come crashing down around him. He damages relationships and makes things harder for everyone. We watch him knowing his attempts are going to be disastrous from the start.

Anyway my point is that Keefe is such a sad character full of pain and grief and loss and loneliness who keeps pushing people away as he tries to hold the world together in his bleeding hands. He gives too much of himself in the wrong places and doesn't know how to be loved.

10/10 song choice all of the lyrics fit him so well

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc song analysis #keefe sencen #quil's queries #even-if-in-another-time #the thing about keefe's character is that it is made of pain #you know? #has anyone ever told him they love him and meant it? #has anyone every valued him for him? and made him feel it? #and if they try does he feel it or does he close his eyes and brace expecting rage and disgust #missing the love shining his way in the process #you know just thoughts #he doesn't let himself be loved because he doesn't expect people to #if that makes sense #long post #tw caps

[from-a-reckless-writer]

iii. Luthor

read on ao3

She got hit by a bus. She definitely got hit by a bus.

No, no, wait.

She's-

"You're awake. Oh, thank God."

When her eyes blink open, it's to the extremely bright florescent lights of the DEO med bay. Senses come back to her slowly; the sharp smell of alcohol, the dry cool sheets against her skin, and Alex.

Alex's voice, then her heartbeat.

She tries to sit up but Alex puts a hand on her shoulder, gently pushes her back down.

"Ugh," she groans as dizziness overtakes her. "How long was I out?"

"30 hours, give or take. You need to take it easy, Kara,” her sister sighs. “You’re lucky we got to you when we did. Lillian got away though, I’m sorry.”

“T-they had Kryptonite, Alex.”

“I know.”

She breathes in deep, lets it out through parted lips, hand coming up to massage her temple.

“Lena? Where’s Lena?”

“Nia said she found her passed out on your bed,” Alex says, adjusting the sunlamps so it isn’t glaring into Kara’s face. “She’s been staying vigil by your side since yesterday. That woman needs to learn how to rest. I swear to God, the both of you—”

“What?” she asks.

“I wanna go home,” she tells her. Alex makes a sound of protest, so Kara argues, “You know you hit two stones with one bird if you keep us together.”

She hears Alex halt in her movements.

She squints against the remaining brightness of the unadjusted sunlamp. Her sister arms frozen mid-way.

Alex is giving her a strange look.

Alex’s eyes narrow at her.

“What did you say?” Alex demands. “Just now, what did you say? Did you say two stones with one bird?”

Kara shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts enough to rewind back the last few seconds. She finds she can’t remember. She was saying something about Lena, about-

Going home?????

Her head feels fuzzy. Heavy.

“Mm’sorry must still be a bit out of it.”

“I’m doing another scan,” her sister says, words final and Kara groans loudly.

“Ughh, Alex. Please. I want to go home. There’s probably nothing wrong.”

Alex wheels her out nonetheless.

******

Something is wrong.

Something is very wrong.

“Alex?”

She doesn’t understand, why is- why does Alex look like that? Alex’s eyes are bloodshot. What- Why is her head fuzzy? Why is she-

She pulls a hand to her temple. She can’t. A metallic clang echoes.

She’s cuffed; strapped and held-down. There are restraints around her ankles, her waist even.

And then it occurs to her, the whole room is bathed in red.

Red sun emulators.

What?

Why?

There is a familiar buzzing in her ears, too. Tinny. Painful.

Kryptonite.

“Alex,” she croaks.

Her sister is standing stiffly at the far end of the bed (if you can even call this piece of metal a bed.). Her lips set in a thin line. There are dark bags under her eyes. Kara feels like shit. But Alex, Alex looks like shit.

“W-what’s happening? Wha- why am I—”

Rao, even her mouth feels disgusting.

“Wha-what happened?”

******

Game night comes early. It’s only the middle of the week, but everyone had decided to camp out at Kara’s living room floor after her kidnapping and mini-coma adventure just last night. So, Wednesday game night it is.

Everything is warm and good, Kara thinks, as she hums contently under her breath.

She’s filled with potstickers and wine. Her head on Alex’s lap, her sock-clad feet and calf being massaged by Lena on the opposite end. Nia is laughing loudly at something Kelly said, and Kara lets herself melt against the couch cushions.

“Darling,” Lena says, tapping a hand on her thigh. Kara looks at her, sees her gesturing at her empty glass, and promptly removes her legs off of her lap.

Alex’s fingers stop running through her scalp, as she reaches across to hand Lena her wine glass, too.

“Hey, Luthor, can you also-”

Everything goes black.

******

It happens so fast.

Alex was just deciding whether or not to switch from wine to brandy, when Kara lunges straight for Lena.

J’onn instantly transforms into Martian form at the commotion, and Alex is still sitting there; stunned, wine glass still clutched by the stem, as she watches Kara pin Lena to the floor, as she hears Lena shriek, as the room bursts into action.

Alex sees the glow of Kara’s eyelids, and it sparks her into action. She jumps from the couch and latches onto Kara’s back.

Her hands press into her sister’s eyes and immediately she can feel the heat filter through her skin. “J’onn!!” she shouts, Alex manages to pull Kara off of Lena, as J’onn grabs the brunette to safety.

Kara growls, stands up with Alex clinging. Kara grabs her, flips her over. She crashes on the floor with a sickening thud. Kelly gasps out her name. From here, she can see how Nia has wrapped her girlfriend and Lena into a bubble of forcefield.

Just as Kara is about to turn around and head for Lena, J’onn flies straight at her, grabs her sister by the arm, and crashes into Kara’s TV. J’onn manages to wrestle her into his grip, and he flies them out through Kara’s window.

Brainy picks her up from the floor. Her heart is beating so fast in her chest. How did she miss this? What has gotten into Kara?

Alex is panicking, all of them are panicking really.

What the fuck just happened?

“Brainy,” Alex says, voice firm, the cloudiness from the alcohol finally clearing. “Get the Legion ship, we need to track down Kara and J’onn. Disperse Kryptonite on sight. We have to detain her.”

Alex looks around the room, Nia retracts her forcefield, Kelly goes straight for her.

“Go,” Kelly says, “I’ll take care of the neighbors, I’ll take care of the mess here. Go. Find Kara.”

“I’ll stay with her,” Nia pipes up and Alex gives her a stiff nod.

She looks at Lena, red marks already blossoming on her neck.

“Are you o-”

“Do not ask me that.” Lena warns. “Now, let’s go. I’m coming with you.”

******

“You’re in the Legion ship,” Alex tells her sister, “what’s the last thing you remember?”

The base of her skull throbs with pain. “I-I don’t- I can’t remember. Ugh. Alex, can you- can you turn down the Kryptonite? Please, please?”

“I can’t, Kara. I’m sorry, please. I can’t-”

“Why?” Kara rasps out, her eyes closing shut.

“I need you to listen to me, Kara,” her sister says, she hears her stepping closer. “I need you to keep calm when I tell you.”

Kara’s heart beats faster, skin crawling at every awful thought curling from the depths of her mind.

“I-I’m calm. I’ll keep calm,” she promises, “please, Alex. Please, tell me.”

“CADMUS did something to you, Kara.”

******

Kara’s going to be sick.

She hurt Lena. Oh, Rao, she hurt Lena.

“Kara, Kara, listen to me.” Alex’s voice is distant, far-away. “Lena is fine. She’s fine. It wasn’t your fault.”

But it was her fault. She hurt her, her hands wrapped around Lena’s fragile human neck, and she almost lasered two holes into her pretty skull.

Oh, Rao. She almost killed her.

“Don’t let her near me,” she instructs, voice firm but eyes flashing with unshed tears.

“Kara, no. I don’t think she—”

“No. No, Alex, listen to me,” she urges her sister.

“Keep her away from me.”

*****

There are wires connected to her temple and her spine.

Brainy is sitting next to her bed, typing away on a little screen in front of him.

Her hippocampus and most of her somatic nervous system were experimented on, it seems. It was Kelly who cracked it, they tell her.

Kara’s brain was reconditioned in the short amount of time she spent in that CADMUS facility. A code word implanted to trigger her.

Luthor.

What a cruel joke.

*****

The next time Kara wakes, she is warm.

So warm, and-

Not alone.

She gasps loud. Lena is here. Lena is tucked to her side. Her breaths tickling Kara’s collarbone.

Lena is not supposed to be here.

Kara’s squirming seems to rouse her.

“Mmmm, stop thinking so loud, 'm trying to sleep.”

“Lena—” Her voice is bordering on hysterical.

“Shhhhh.” Lena shifts, ignoring Kara’s racing heart, ignoring Kara’s protests, just presses closer to her, lips kissing her collarbone.

“Nothing could ever keep me away from you, y'know," she slurs sleepily, "not even you, Kara Zor-El.”

Lena’s eyes are still closed, and Rao, Kara doesn’t even remember the last time she saw her like this. So pretty, so peaceful, so relaxed.

“Lena, you’re not supposed to be here. It’s not safe. Please, listen to me.”

Tears fall down from Kara’s cheek onto Lena’s skin. The contact seems to finally wake Lena.

“Oh, oh, darling,” she coos, hands coming up to cup Kara’s face. The blonde leans into the touch, presses her lips to Lena's palm, uses the touch to stifle her sobs.

“You’re not going to hurt me, Kara. You’re not,” Lena tells her, resolute and so full of trust.

Kara can still see the marks on Lena’s neck where her fingers have dug into her skin, and this time a sob breaks free from her throat.

“Lena, I could hurt you, please. Please, leave now.”

“Oh, Kara,” Lena murmurs, “you know I could never do that.”

Why is she so effin stubborn?

“I’m not scared of you, you know?” Lena whispers. She hooks a finger under Kara’s chin, “Look at me, look at me, Kara. I am not afraid of you. I am not going to leave you. I will never leave you.”

“You don’t understand. Lena, I hurt you.”

“No,” Lena answers her, “no, you did not hurt me. They made you hurt me. That wasn’t you, Kara. You will never hurt me.”

“No,” Kara echoes, voice breaking, eyes shining, “no, I would never hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I know, baby, I know.” Lena wipes the tears flowing on her cheeks, kisses them away. “We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

“Nothing can keep me away from you, you hear me?” Lena tells her, and all Kara can do is nod silently, sniffling. Lena presses a soft kiss to her lips and lets Kara break apart in her arms.

#do i think this fic is a disaster? #yes yes i do. #but im still gonna post it cos duh. #hopefully tomorrow's prompt will be better #AND HOPEFULLY IT'LL BE FLUFFY. #self can u please stop with the angst now? #supercorptober 2021 #the reckless writer writes #a supercorp ficlet of sorts #if u see a typo no u didnt

[rere-the-writer]

Aaah ok Ive had this in my mind for a bit but can you do Klaus x reader where he rejects the reader and then gets with Caroline (no hate to her she just fits the story) so she leaves for a bit and Klaus realizes he misses the reader (u can pick the ending either angsty or fluffy) XD

Hey who asked for some angst

Warnings- Angst like alot nothing but angst,

A/N: Normally I love Caroline and Klaus together but I just wanted to do some angsty angst

You smooth out the dress you bought for the Mikaelson ball after being invited by both Elijah and Rebekah as they liked you a bit better than your sister Caroline. You had became close friends with Elijah and Rebekah as both were protective of you so when you told them you had feelings for Klaus they were surprised but supportive.

"Tonight is the night." You muttered to yourself looking a mirror seeing the dress you wore. It was a lovely navy that was strapless and how the dress hugged your curves perfectly as Rebekah always told that it only took a the perfect dress to feel like a princess and she was right.

You got to the ball seeing that Elena was here with Damon and Stefan which didn't surprise you. Elijah was by your side in a flash kissing your hand glaring at men that stared too long at you.

"Hi Eli. This is alot of people."

"Yes it seems Niklaus went overboard." Elijah says rubbing your back sensing your nervousness. With encouragement and a few drinks both Rebekah and Elijah sent you to confess to Klaus.

"Hey Klaus.....can we talk?"

"Yes, what is it love?" Klaus asked after leading you to his art studio and you took a deep breath. Your heart was beating loudly as your hands trembled ready to tell Klaus how much you loved him, how all you think was him.

"Klaus....I.....I am whole heartily in love with you. I find myself wondering how I could fall for you only to love you more and I really hope you feel the same."

You breath ready for a kiss or him feeling the same maybe rejection but you weren't ready for him to laugh. Klaus looked at you as you flushed with embarrassment.

"No offense love but you are just one of Rebekah's little friends, Elijah's little human. A thing to pass the time. I don't love you." Klaus tells you as hot tears fell down your face as Klaus watched you seemly unbothered by your tears.

Klaus thought you were just around because you were with Elijah but having you confess your feelings for him. Klaus wasn't going to be with you as he adored Caroline after all Elijah could just pick up the pieces of your heart like the older Original had always done when a girl confessed to the hybrid.

"I don't want my brothers sloppy seconds." Klaus says as the words hit you right in the heart as you turned around picking up your dress running out.

"Darling?" Elijah questioned seeing you leaving the ball tears in your eyes your face red with embarrassment.

"Thanks for the invite....I'll be leaving call you later." You said voice raw with emotion as an unreadable look fell on Elijah's face as he let you leave. Elijah looked seeing Klaus with Caroline who was giggling at his jokes enjoying herself.

Elijah marched over looking like a man on a mission grabbing Klaus and dragging him off to talk not caring that Caroline was calling out for him to stop.

"What is wrong with you!' Elijah growled glaring at Klaus as he threw his younger brother in a chair as both Rebekah and Kol entered the room wondering what was wrong.

"Talking to Caroline is wrong now?"

"No but tell me why, Y/N had left crying?" Elijah said as Rebekah glared at Klaus while the hybrid roll his eyes at Elijah's dramatics.

"It this what you are angry about? If she couldn't handle my rejection then she shouldn't have confessed to me."

"So you decide to break her heart?! Niklaus can be you be any more cruel?!" Elijah said glaring angry with his brother as Rebekah left quickly went to check up on you. Klaus sighed looking at Elijah seeing the rage on his older face.

"What would you have wanted me to do? Lie to her?"

"No but could have let her down gently Nik." Kol said having over heard the whole thing when he was being snoopy.

"Well it has been done now if you excuse me. I need to get back to Caroline."

Your heart felt shattered and you hadn't left your house for a month as Elijah and Rebekah had been coming to see you. You decided to leave unable to face Klaus seeing him with Caroline as you couldn't help but wish you were her.

While a part of you was happy that Klaus was happy but the other part of you wished you had white oak to kill him.

"Now darling, you have my and Rebekah's number. Call if you ever need help."

"I will Eli." You said giving him a weak smile feeling him kiss your head then Rebekah pulled you into her arms hugging you tightly.

"Elijah and I put some money in your account so buy a lot of things for me."

"Okay Beka." You tell her getting one last hug from the blonde and a head kiss from Elijah before getting in your car leaving.

It didn't take Klaus long to notice you were gone along with Caroline which made Klaus wonder where you had gone. Caroline was worried as you were her baby sister but after hounding Rebekah for answers the vampire was upset that you leave over something so petty.

"Where is your little human?" Klaus asked Elijah who was reading a book you recomend him to read.

"She left town. Needed space from you and Caroline." Elijah answered not looking up from the book but he could tell Klaus was frowning.

"She needed space?"

"She loved you and you tore her apart Niklaus. And before ask I have no idea where she nor what she is doing."

Seven months you had been gone and Klaus found hisself missing you. The hybrid hadn't realized before but he really missed your laugh and bright smile that would light up a room. Klaus could help but noticing all the little things you did for him like clean up his studio, bringing him macarons when you learned he loved them.

Klaus noticed how you always went out of you way to make him happy, how you always invited him to join your movie nights with Rebekah. Then Klaus came to realize that everything he loved about Caroline was nothing compared to you as not once did you judged his family for things they done unlike Caroline, not once did you throw his actions back at him like Caroline had done. You had loved him unconditionally unlike Caroline and now you were gone.

"Y/N!" Klaus heard Rebekah squeal making him rush to see you standing there with Rebekah. You were smiling, your hair cut short dressed in a sundress with a white shirt underneath. But the one thing that caught his eye the most was the male vampire with you.

"Beka. Meet Lorenzo St. John but everyone calls him Enzo, my fiancee." You tell her as Klaus felt the air leave his lungs. Elijah came out smiling at Enzo who wrapped an arm around.

"Fiancee? When did this happen?"

"A month ago." You gushed as you went into a story on how you both met as Klaus walked in. The hybrid never noticed before but now he missed the adoring look you had for him.

"Hey Klaus." You say smiling at him as it hit him it didn't hold the same warmth it once had for now you were giving them to Enzo.

"Hello love."

Klaus was angry when Elijah suggested to have your in the garden of the Mikaelson home because Klaus didn't want to watch you marry another. When it came to the day Klaus decided to try to win your heart.

"You look gorgeous love." You heard Klaus say as he stepped in the room seeing you in a slim wedding dress that was long sleeved and tastefully low cut. You had train of lace that was your veil and he couldn't help but feel like he should be marrying you.

"Thank you. How are you and Caroline?"

"We broke up two months ago. I want to apologize for what I said and I realized that I love you." Klaus tells you as you stared at him when you heard the words you wanted to always heard from Klaus. Now you could leave Enzo and be with Klaus but the words he told you when you confessed rang in your thoughts.

You smoothed out your dress walking up to Klaus cupping his cheek watching him leaned into your touch. You almost felt cruel for what you about to do but you remember the pain he caused.

"Sorry Klaus, I don't want my sister's sloppy seconds." You said lowly walking passed him as Klaus felt a lone tear roll down his face while you went off to marry another.

#rere's stories #klaus mikaelson angst #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson imagine #vampire diaries x reader