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I wanna kiss whoever did the music for tonight’s episode on the forehead. They did such a great job.
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🟨 OC as Horror Trope
Tagged by @theviridianbunny thank you dear! 💚
▶ RULES: Take this uQuiz for your V/OC
▶ The Killer
Was there ever a choice?
Maybe, but that fork in the road is far, far behind you.
You surround yourself now with sharp things, tools to harm, and they have become your only family. You are the thing that goes bump in the night, and you hunt for scurrying mice like a hungry cat.
Maybe, just maybe, though, one can finally put an end to your hunt, and allow you to finally rest.
The choice back then was "simple"; become one of them, or die alone in the desert or killed by the hands of his "saviors".
He tried really hard to keep his hands clean, even tho they were already dirty with the death of his Bakker family. It was an accident, but.. an accident that he caused, whenever he wants it or not.
He almost gave in the temptation, killing, torturing... others had fun doing it, maybe he could enjoy it? maybe? He betrayed his clan, might as well embrass being a Raffen
He never tried, he never wanted to, he was forced to kill, to defend himself sometimes, it was never pleasant.
But that changed... in Night City
Killing murderers? rapists? pedophiles? Everything the Wraiths were and so much more, he never thoughts the city folks could be worse than them- Killing monsters, that he enjoyed.
Maybe he had it in him after all
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👁👄👁 Ough this fit Valentin during his Wraith time really well 😩using this as a lil exploration of my boy's past and how he deals with taking lives- don't get fooled tho this ain't about justice, he's not a "good guy doing whats right" this is pure hatred, anger, wrath!
▶ TAGGING:
@arcandoria - @a-pirate - @lokiina - @dreamskug - @elvenbeard - @humberg - @spicyraeman - @saevus-brutalis - @ne0n-rust - @chevvy-yates and anyone who'd want to do it!
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Astrology Color Palettes
I saw @werewolves do this and I thought it looked super fun, so I wanted to borrow and give it a go. 🤭
Post your sun, moon, rising and venus signs, here's the link.
Tagging (with zero pressure): @katsigian @a-pirate @freckledsweetpea @saevus-brutalis @ne0n-rust @kidomega91 @iamsancho @melancholy-manic @gunaerystargarygun @spicyraeman @breezypunk @kharonion @miss--river @sammysilverdyne (and anyone else who'd like to do this!)
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Unnamed Big Mama AU, Chapter 1
This is my writing account btw, my main is @ne0n-leon, which is where i post about this AU minus the writing parts
Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. It was nearly 1 am and not a wink of sleep had reached her. 1 am and yet Lou was getting his phone blown up on the bedside table. The light flickering on and off at increasing speeds, lighting up the room. Faking rest was the best she could do with Lou frantically scrambling out of bed to check his phone. Click-clacking was audibly from his speedy response to the constant pings.
She had her doubts about this being casual, but she always blew it off as agency stuff. Because Lou, her boyfriend, was also her manager.
She'd stared in so many movies she'd almost lost count. Action, romance, thriller, comedy. You name it, she has at least one. Her natural white hair and some special connections had earned her keep.
Lou was grumbling now as she tried to keep her breathing even. This will all blow over in the morning, she thought. Water under the bridge.
Sleep hit her like a bus as she finally passed out, oblivious to Lou's odd glances over his shoulder and frantic typing.
(Line breaker)
The next day was similar to any other. Breakfast, interviews, lunch, work and film, dinner and then 'free time'. Free time was never free though, it came at a price. Being such a well known movie star had made it hard to go out without being harrassed by paparazzi, and Lou certainly didnt help. He was insistent that she "make the most of the publicity, this could earn us a lot of money y'know!" And she would do anything to keep him happy.
So, free time was often dinner dates with Lou, or dates on the town with Lou, pr being out and about with Lou, but never alone and never at home. Never what she wanted, but what she "needed" to do.
Necessity was a driving force, that's for sure.
Complacency, the benefit of the doubt and publicity is what Lou needed from her, and that was what she gave.
Lou, actually, needed much from her. Full access to all their assets, her financial support as he didnt have a job of his own. Her food, her money, her home. Everything of hers, even her privacy, was Lou's, but nothing of Lou's was hers. He insisted his acting career would take off like hers had, that he would be a well known 'cult classic'. He insisted that he would pull his weight, and she believed him without a doubt.
This is how all relationships go. Right..?
Another day out on the town, as per usual. New York was such a pretty place, but lost its charm after too long in one place.
"Come on dear, we're late!"
"Coming Lou!" All she had to do was apply the finishing touches. Sitting at her vanity, a small bowl or red gems in one had and tweezers in another, she applied the gems in a slightly reminiscent shape of spider eyes.
Oh how she missed being herself. A longing sigh slipped from her as Lou entered the room, leaning against the floor and foot tapping rapidly.
"What's taking so long, love? We have a dinner reservation!" Lou was clearly exasperated at her gem appliance, and voiced so. "Love, honey, dear. You do not need those gems. They are best saved for more common, casual affairs like parties. Maybe leave them, just this once?"
She knew it wasnt a question, but she took it as such.
"I'm sorry love, but they're already applied! And they take soooooo long to get back off!" Swinging the tweezers in little gestures helped emphasize her point, apparently, because Lou visibly gave up.
The final gem was applied and, as Lou had been complaining about the entire time, they were 10 minutes late to a dinner reservation that was across town.
She stood up and smoothed out her red, mermaid tail dress while Lou fiddled with his tie. Once they were both situated she offered a false bow.
"Shall we be off?"
"We shall indeed," said Lou, linking his arm with hers as they exited the building.
(Line breaker)
The drive to the restaurant was lengthy and silent. She sat, hands folded neatly in her lap as she stared out the cars window.
Lou, however, was furiously typing at his phone again and practically drooling. It might've just been a great contract, a good deal. She'll never know and she'll never ask.
Benefit of the doubt.
Benefit of the doubt was always something Lou provided her. And so she was expected to provide it back. And provide she did. She turned a blind eye whenever he claimed her stuff was his, she turned a blind eye when money would go missing from her account, she turned a blind eye to the fact he was always texting on his phone but never said who. She ignored all of it if just to keep them both happy. Or.. at least Lou happy.
Speaking of Lou, he was sitting as far across the seat as possible from her, typing away on his phone again. The limo looked empty and felt dead without the chatter that used to accompany these drives. This used to be a place of music and laughter and joy before the seriousness of the public, but now all it held was ghosts of times past. A disco ball, the one Lou had insisted she install, spun slowly in the center, reflecting a dim and dull light. Music played quietly over the speakers and only succeeded in making the atmosphere more melancholy. The mini bar against the wall, really just a little shelf of bottles and glasses, was dusty and untouched. Minus, one spot on that shelf. The spot where Lou kept the Jack Daniels.
The Jack Daniels sat abandoned next to Lou, half empty and lidded. Lou had claimed he'd need it for confidence, but he was always ecstatic to be out in public. So what had changed? What was happening?
The limo finally rolled up outside the restaurant. The very one on the other side of town. The big sign above read Olive Garden. She knew Lou was a known cheapskate when he wanted to be, but this was new. They hadn't been to a Olive Garden maybe ever. How thrilling!
Stepping out of the limosine was like stepping into a nightmare. A familiar one, but a nightmare all the same.
Almost the second they were out of the car they were swarmed by paparazzi, adoring fans, weird fans, and anybody else you could think of. It took millennia to get indoors, rushing autographs and trying to make small talk as fast as possible. Lou, however, kept his arm tightly entwined with hers and walked slower to soak up the spotlight.
They eventually made it to the front door.
"would you like a table?"
she jumped nearly 6 feet into the air. Not literally, oh no no no, but figuratively. She hadn't seen the employee or heard them until they spoke. She was still looking around with her eyes wide, startled when Lou answered for her.
"Yes, please. A table for two." He held up two fingers to emphasize his point.
The employee nodded and walked off, leaving the two to their own devices for a minute. And with this moment, she took in their surroundings. The walls were white, but had brown wooden lattice fences on top. In some places there were little false windows and along the roof they had exposed supports wrapped with faux grape vines. A large white brick fireplace sat in the center with decorative plants around it and pictures hung from it. It was truly beautiful in a way she hadn't known since meeting Lou.
The employee escorted them to ta table on the other side of the fireplace. It was warm and cozy, lit by the glow of the fire. The table was small and round, a light tan top and a rich dark wooden leg. The two celebrities sat down and, while she browsed the menu, Lou began talking to the waitress in a hushed tone. So hushed, infact, that she could barely make out a word. Eventually the employee departed and returned shortly with come champagne in a bucket of ice and two champagne glasses. Neither placed a order for food for a long while, Lou seemed busy with something on his phone and she didn't want to order without him.
From across the table she could hear the sound of something being sent and the power button being clicked before Lou stood up and moved to her side. Instinctively she stood as well.
Moonlight streamed through the real windows, lighting her face in pale silver moonlight while the fire behind her lit Lou in gold. They looked like the sun and the moon, those two. But we all know what happened to Icarus when he flew too close to the sun.
Lou took a deep, shuddering breath. Her hands flew to her mouth as he produced a box from his suit jackets pocket.
"You are the most wonderful woman I know. You are sting, kind, brave and so much more."
the small box was opened as Lou dropped to one knee. a sparkling diamond sat atop a golden band and was surrounded by small rubies, all sparkling in the combination of moonlight and firelight.
"Will you marry me?"
#big mama au#rottmnt big mama#big mama#rottmnt#lou jitsu#hamato yoshi#rottmnt lou jitsu#rottmnt hamato yoshi#rottmnt au#tmnt au#my au#my writing#alt account
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Regarding Top Gun fic notes, got any cool navy research or new fics going on in there?
Hi Anon,
A two-fer, I like it, thanks for asking!
There're so many other blogs have done some great, great research RE the Navy, that I thought I'd share a couple, in case you've not had the chance to read them:
@ne0n-grav3stones 10 pager on the route to Top Gun is a MUST-read, as are the invaluable navy asks posts that @wombtotombx makes RE what life in the Navy and as a pilot is actually like.
Other than that, there're a few FANTASTIC articles that were really useful to read (great photos too). In particular the How Stuff Works article has a lot of useful spec info and breaks down the Super Hornet variants from A-F:
This video whilst about MCAS Miramar, was also useful: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=csTfofAP1_E
RE any other new Top Gun fics, it's pretty much Free Fall for now, but there are more and more plot bunnies appearing, to the point that I may consider posting some shorts in a sort of parallel fic. Especially around some of the backstory elements i.e. Chuck and Meg, Natasha and her brother.
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Did my makeup, thought it looked pretty sweet, little edit as the lighting wasn't great. Glad I managed a bit of colour at the end of a very grey year. More colour in 2023, in life, not just makeup (but, maybe, both... please?) Ps. Wish I'd put on lip balm, damn dry lips 💋 . . . #Makeup #rainbow #rainbowmakeup #eyeshadow #NYE2022 #NYE #selfiesaturday #selfie #itsbeenawhile #moreadventures #moreinstagrampoststhisyear #makememories #morefun #morehappytimes #withgoodpeople #kthxbye #lovelovelove #me #itsme #HiItsMe #ne0n #ne0nnet (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm7MXO2Ig6L/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
#makeup#rainbow#rainbowmakeup#eyeshadow#nye2022#nye#selfiesaturday#selfie#itsbeenawhile#moreadventures#moreinstagrampoststhisyear#makememories#morefun#morehappytimes#withgoodpeople#kthxbye#lovelovelove#me#itsme#hiitsme#ne0n#ne0nnet
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Girl Across the Street
Request: Pls make one with Klaus and a girl next door and she’s the one that comforts him when he’s having his nightmares and she has been there since he was a child thank u --@crayon12
Tags: @crayon12, @multifandom-ramblings, @bisexual-with-adhd, @ne0n-gh0st
Reginald Hargreeves had died and all of a sudden, the chaos and craziness that seemed to engulf (y/n)’s childhood had resurfaced overnight.
It was interesting, growing up next to The Umbrella Academy. It seemed that the kids didn’t have much of a normal childhood, but they snuck out more than the average children and teenagers did to make up for it. (Y/N) could remember times toward the end of the nineties when she would catch a glimpse of the seven Hargreeves siblings hurrying through the darkness in the streets below with frantic and eager looks on their faces as they made their way toward Griddy’s Doughnuts. To her dismay, they had run by time and time again and never seemed to pay much attention to the girl sitting at her bedroom window, wanting nothing more than to join them on their late night doughnut escapades...that was until one night when she caught the eye of one of the young Hargreeves boys.
As his siblings continued on--Diego and Luther in a full on sprint, Allison following along, while Five, Vanya, and Ben walked in a civilized manner along the sidewalk--Klaus’s eyes had drifted from their locked position on his final destination, and landed on the figure looming in the window. At first, the pale moonlight against the window’s dirty glass made his heart skip a beat and he froze in his tracks. The figure resembled the haunting features of the spirits he’d come to be all too familiar with, but with a couple steps closer, and as soon as (Y/N) had cracked her bedroom window open, he could make out the features of a living person.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” he had asked while standing outside of the single story structure, stepping forward only to help the girl by the arm as she tried to shimmy out of her window. All in all, it was a simple gesture. Inviting someone along on an adventure to gorge themselves with sugary bread wasn’t the grandest of ways to make friends, but for Klaus--having only been surrounded by his siblings--meeting (y/n) was a pivotal moment in his young life. There was no way for either of them to know what exactly would come from that one moment of rebellion (y/n) displayed or that slight terror from Klaus that froze him in his tracks long enough to notice her in the first place, but it would develop into something neither wanted to lose.
It wasn’t long after their first meeting that Klaus began to sneak out at night without his siblings. Even at nine years old, he would slip through the window of his room, quietly rush down the fire-escape, and tap eagerly on (y/n)’s window until she opened it enough for him to come inside. In those days, the talk between the two was simple, but as time progressed, the secrets shared became personal and led to a deeper bond between the pair.
As they entered their teen years though, Klaus’s visits became more and more frequent than they had been in the earlier days of their friendship. The fun they had together had become more flirtatious than playful and music still ensued, but (y/n)’s presence quickly became something Klaus needed as much as he needed air to breath. He didn’t know how to admit it to anyone, let alone his father, but his powers terrified him. Sleep was nonexistent. Every corner of his mind was filled with gory remnants of lives that had once walked the earth, but now tormented every second of his young life. (Y/N) was enough of a distraction emotionally to keep his demons at bay, but she knew it was only a matter of time before Klaus couldn’t handle this on his own.
Klaus’s visits had always been the highlight of (y/n)’s day. Staying up till the early morning hours with the mysterious and hilarious boy from across the street, listening to Nirvana, Blink-182, Green Day, and MCR had given her something to look forward to in her bland, uneventful, and seemingly unimportant life. Even Klaus had become more and more eager to risk his father's anger to be with (y/n). At least with her he didn’t have to hide behind a destructive demeanor. At least with her he could relax and ignore the voices that always seemed to be screaming at him.
The nightmares he’d spoken about were one thing; she could help him get to sleep, mostly by running her fingers through his hair, reminding him he was safe, and letting him curl up beside her whenever he needed to, but coping with the problems he had that stemmed from seeing the dead was something else. She could tell he was trying to be strong and happy with his only true friend--the only human connection he had with someone his age that didn’t live under the same roof as him--but she was tired of him feeling like he had to put up a front around her.
October 31st had always been a bad day for Klaus. He wasn’t frightened by the ridiculous costumes children wore, but the knowledge that the next two days would lead to the most activity his powers sees on any given day was enough to break him. He spent his life hiding behind the facet destructive and chaotic, but he was breaking, and (y/n) knew it. It was only about eight-thirty and she was setting up the VHS player to watch Psycho with Klaus, as they did every Halloween night since they were eleven, when she heard a crashing sound come from her bedroom. Rushing to her room and dropping the large bowl of popcorn she had made for her and Klaus to share, she noticed her best friend curled up in his usual spot in her bed with a frantically panicked look on his face.
“Klaus?” she asked as she took in his appearance and slid onto the bed beside him. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, his eyes were bloodshot, and tears were streaming down his cheeks. “Klaus, what’s going on?” Even with the concern and panic in her voice, Klaus refused to speak. All he could do was place his long arms around her body and pull her so close to him she was falling on top of him. In his trembling grasp, (y/n) quickly connected the dots of what had to have had him so overwhelmed. In pagan beliefs, today was the day that demons roamed the earth. The next two days in hispanic culture were the celebration of Dia de los Muertos, two days where the veil between life and death was lifted and loved ones honored their passed family members while the dead, supposedly, walked amongst the living. Seeing Klaus’s current debilitating demeanor, and remembering all of the times he’d seemed overly frightened during their Psycho movie night, (y/n) had an undeniable curious feeling that those beliefs were true and had been plaguing Klaus throughout his entire life.
“I’m so sorry,” he said to her in between gasps of air as he sobbed against her soft hair. “I know I promised...I know I said I wouldn’t...” His hands were trembling as she pulled away for a moment to look into his sad green eyes.
“Klaus,” she sighed lightly, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. He’d been open in telling her about his experimentation with drugs to suppress his powers, to keep the nightmares at bay, and she’d told him that if he ever needed her to just make it known. She didn’t want to lose him to a life she couldn’t follow him into.
“Don’t hate me. Everyone already hates me, please don’t hate me,” he said with tears in his eyes. Something must have happened at home, she thought as he pleaded with her. After all the years of knowing Klaus, (y/n) knew he only sought reassurance of his worth or affirmation and love after an altercation with his father.
“I don’t hate you Klaus,” she sighed and leaned into his side again to pull him back into a hug. “I can never hate you. I just don’t want you going through this alone.”
“All I am is alone in this, (y/n),” he sighed while pushing away from her for the first time in his life. “Only I can see them. Only I can hear them. It’s a nightmare! It’s my nightmare! I can’t--”
“Hey, hey,” she said softly while swinging herself around on the bed and perching herself over his legs. As she sat on his thighs and looked directly into his eyes, (y/n) tried to calm him by placing each of her hands on either side of his cheeks, “look at me.” In the darkness of the unlit bedroom, (y/n) could see his eyes latch on hers like they had so many years ago when he first saw her staring through the window. “I’m not going anywhere. I will always be here. I will never leave you alone. No matter what, I will never hate you, Klaus Hargreeves.” Without realizing what he was doing, Klaus's hands mirrored (y/n)’s and rested on her soft cheeks for a moment before he pressed his lips to hers.
That moment, the first time Klaus had kissed her, was what lingered in (y/n)’s mind as Klaus’s adoptive brother Diego stood on her doorstep. She had always intended to move, but when her parents decided to retire on the opposite side of the country, (y/n) remembered the promise she made to a scared, skinny teenager over a decade ago. Even though Klaus chose a path she couldn’t continue with him, she always made it apparent that she would be there for him. It took her by surprise just how much to heart he took her statement, but one morning after her parents moved and she was late for work, when she received a call from an unknown number saying a patient named Klaus Hargreeves had used her as an emergency contact, she realized he had at least listened to her promises.
“As are you,” she replied with a bite in her tone.
“Your still here,” Diego said with what seemed like a sigh of relief, but his tone came across with a tinge of bitterness.
“I-” Diego was quick to let his defensive guard down as he looked into the eyes of the only person he knew could help his brother. “He needs you,” he said after gathering his thoughts and repositioning himself so that his weight wasn’t leaning on his forward most foot, as if preparing to counter an attack. As kids, Klaus had told (y/n) all about his siblings and their tendencies, and she remembered him describing Diego--especially into the middle and end of their teenage years--to be a bit of a hot head. “He’s--”
“Did he get himself locked up again?” (y/n) asked as Diego struggled to get the words out. As soon as he shook his head she again tried to determine the situation. “Did he OD again?” she continued. “If Klaus took my name off from his emergency contact list, I’ll fucking kill him,” (y/n) grumbled while shuffling in her doorway anxiously.
“He’s tied up in a chair losing his shit trying to get sober,” Diego somehow explained without explaining shit. “When we were kids he’d always say there was only one person on this earth who accepted him--and we just thought it was Klaus being Klaus, the dramatic shit he was, you know--but I know it was you. He thought he was being secretive sneaking away from the group one the nights we ran off, or leaving the academy every night without fail from the time he was twelve until you left for college, but Klaus is Klaus."
“It’s like he’s got a neon arrow hanging over his head begging for people to look at him,” (y/n) continued. “Only for the past few years, no one has paid him any attention,” she added with guilt flowing in her tone.
(Y/N) didn’t know what to expect when Diego opened the door to the room Klaus was in, but for some reason she wasn’t actually expecting the truth. The room was dark and dusty and Klaus was a sweaty mess, squeezing his eyes shut to focus on why he was there, but also trying--unsuccessfully--to shun the terrifying faces from his sight. She had seen him a few times in their adult lives, mostly lying in hospital beds or bailing him out of jail, but even then he seemed more himself, more playful and kind, than in the single glance she had just taken at him.
“Don’t blame yourself. I don’t think he would have wanted that for you. Right now though, I’m not any help,” Diego stated while taking half a step back and turning his torso so that a straight path from (y/n)'s house to the academy was made.
“I brought someone I thought could help,” Diego said in a tone that clearly oozed a mixture of concern and passiveness--as if he wasn’t sure how to speak to his brother during a moment like this. Klaus’s drooping head swung from one side to another and he groaned with irritation.
“I don’t want Luther, Allison, or even Five’s help,” he muttered. “They don’t get it! No one ever has,” he said the last part softly to himself.
“No one?” (y/n) questioned and took a step forward while following Diego into the room.
“(Y/N)?” Klaus said her name with such a gentleness the word barely escaped his lips. He felt the guilt he’d harbored that Halloween night, the first time he had let her down, boil to the surface after having been repressed for so long. Since she left town for school, since he’d fallen into his addiction, he’d made a point to not bring her into his troubles unless absolutely necessary. He didn’t want to have the one person--the one living person--he’d cared about to see him in the same light his family did: a useless waste of life. Seeing her before him not only brought up the guilt of having let her down, but the poignant feeling that came from banishing her from his life, of leaving someone he had grown to depend on for his own selfish reasons, and the guilt of the emotions that flowed into his consciousness that tore him between his emptiness from Dave’s death, and a sense of fulfillment in having her back. “How did you--?”
“In all those years you thought no one was paying attention to you, I suppose Diego was,” (y/n) said through the damp air of the room. “Care to explain the bondage?” she asked with a coy grin, figuring it best to restore the banter between the two before getting down the the nitty gritty of why Diego had brought her there.
“Oh, just figured I’d try something new,” he sighed with a lighthearted grin as (y/n) lowered herself down to crouch beside him as Diego disappeared into the shadows.
“Is it really that new?" she asked lightly. “I remember us trying something similar about ten years ago,” she whispered with a smirk in her voice.
“I’ve gotta get clean. It’s the only way,” he stated so matter-of-factly, so seriously, that (y/n) knew there would be no way to convince him otherwise.
“The only way to what?” she asked, her voice changing from the playful tone they’d both been using to reflect the more serious one Klaus had just expressed.
“To see him,” Klaus replied, his voice now slipping from seriousness to desperation. (Y/N) could nearly see the sorrow spreading within his chest and hated the image of his pained eyes welling with tears.
“To see who, Klaus?” she asked gently while lightly touching part of his arm visible beneath the restraints.
“Dave,” he sighed with longing in his voice. There was a strike of pain in her chest as she heard the way he spoke this man’s name, a pain she had known all too well as jealousy. Even in their youth, Klaus wasn’t exactly chaste, and his experimentation with drugs wasn’t the only thing he embarked on to diminish the horrors within his mind. Throughout her adult life, (y/n) would think back to her moments with Klaus and became so overwhelmed by the pain of hopeless jealousy whenever she thought of where he had to be now, that she hated the thought of the person he had become, although she knew she could never actually hate the man himself.
“Tell me about him,” she urged. Her soft touch on his skin was something he had forgotten when he tried to forget about her. Aside from Dave, he'd never been handled so gently, or at least he forgot he had been.
“He was so kind and gentle and pure,” he sighed and dropped his head to where his eyes were almost level with (y/n)’s. He stared into her soul as she looked back into those damned green orbs she’d fallen for so many years ago. “You would have liked him, (y/n). He was so good to me too. I didn’t deserve him, I know that, but I…I loved him, (y/n).” She could see a single tear slide from Klaus’s face as he stared at the girl he’d ran from all those years before, ironically for the exact reason that lead him to running toward Dave.
“I’m sure he loved you too, Klaus,” (y/n) reassured him with a gentle and genuine smile as she tried to hide a hurt within her. “How could he not?” she sighed while gently grasping her hand around his. “Just remember him. One memory, that’s all.” Once again, the man before her squeezed his eyes shut in desperation, in pain, as a reminder of why he was strapped in a chair forcing himself to detox cold turkey, only to jerk his head up at a sound he knew neither (y/n) nor Diego could hear. His eyes flicked toward the door as heavy boots clanked against the creaking wooden floor.
“Dave,” he sighed . His tear stained cheeks and welled up eyes met that of the man he’d lost only moments ago, but for the man whose gaze he held, it had been over thirty years since seeing the soldier foolish enough to follow him to the front lines—the one who had captured his heart.
“You did it,” he sighed gently, knowing only Klaus could hear him but was still wary of the other people in the room: a man huddled in a dark corner and a woman crouched beside the man he loved.
“I did it,” Klaus sighed with relief as the biggest smile he could muster spread across his cheeks, causing (y/n) to follow his line of sight. Dave could swear the woman was looking him in the eye, but he knew better. He knew that she was looking at nothing but an empty space in an empty room. In this moment, he was solely Klaus’s. “I’ve missed you,” Klaus said softly while turning his head as Dave approached him.
“She’s right you know,” Dave said gently as he looked down at the man before him and glanced at the woman knelt beside Klaus. “It’s impossible to not love someone as crazy as you.”
(Y/N) could see Klaus’s gaze drift to the opposite side of his body and assumed Dave had made his way closer. It wasn’t until Klaus’s eyes drifted from the spirit lingering on his right toward her, as she remained in her spot on his left, did she realize their conversation had been directed toward her.
“I should have said it then,” Klaus said with regret in his soul.
“You didn’t have to,” Dave explained. “I knew.” He straightened his posture and smiled helplessly at the man he’d spent his last moments with.
“You always knew more than about me than I did,” Klaus said with a giddy grin overtaking his demeanor.
“I still do,” Dave smiled with a compassionate glance at the woman whose hand Klaus was still clenching as if his life depended on it. Immediately Klaus’s face fell into that of regret and guilt, and Dave was quick to stoop down and look him in the eyes. “Don’t,” he said so softly Klaus could almost feel the phantom’s breath against his skin. “Don’t do that to yourself. You deserve to be happy,” he explained with a small tear streaming down his cheek. “Besides, I like her. She helped you bring me back, at least to say a proper goodbye.”
“Dave, it’s—" Klaus’s voice seemed panicked and rushed to (y/n) as she tried not to listen in on the one-sided conversation, but was unable to join Diego in the background due to the grip Klaus had on her hand. She was an anchor for him--in his emotions, in his powers, and in the chaos of his everyday life--whether or not either of them realized it.
“Shh,” Dave silenced the chaotic chatterbox that randomly appeared during the most treacherous moments of his life. “You will move on eventually, Klaus. It’s only normal to. You have a lifetime ahead of you. I’m just glad you made a brief appearance in mine. But you moving on doesn’t mean I’ll ever leave you or that you will ever forget me. I guess all I’m saying is that she seems patient enough to put up with your shit.”
Once more, Klaus glanced down at (y/n) and tried to suppress the guilt he had for abandoning her, especially now that he realized her promise of never leaving him was so serious that she was here, nearly twelve years later, helping him conjure his lost love as he now realized that he was more than likely hers.
#klaus hargreeves#klaus x reader#klaus hargreeves x reader#number four#the umbrella academy#the umbrella academy fanfic#the umbrella academy fanfiction#robert sheehan
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Social Distancing Tag
Ay thanks @kaleido-past-curfew for tagging me U.U
Are you staying home from work/school?
Yeah, and as a side note, online school is WACK
If you are staying home, who is with you?
Most of my immediate family, my dog, and my plants uwu
Who would be your ideal quarantine mate?
Honestly anyone who I can make music with, please like someone just force me to get something written down
Are you a homebody?
Unless I’m in my room chilling with my dog or recording, HELLLLLL nah I can’t stand being in the house all day, unless a friend’s over then MAYBE.
An event that you were looking forward to that got canceled?
1) Going back to school for the first time in FIVE MONTHS. 2) Like,,, maybe hanging out with friends for my birthday??? Like I don’t know, just a thought
What movies have you recently watched?
If Life on the Murder Scene, the Black Parade is Dead!, and the Brand New Eyes Paramore documentary are movies, then those.
What shows are you watching?
I don’t really watch many new shows but I have been rewatching Supernatural. R.I.P. 🤘😪
What music are you listening to?
Oh boy get ready~
Isles & Glaciers, Bring Me the Horizon, Chelsea Grin, As Blood Runs Black, Born of Osiris, Falling in Reverse, Mindless Self Indulgence, Fall Out Boy, Sleeping With Sirens, The Used, A Skylit Drive, and Hayley Williams. Mostly.
My current BOPS are: Cemetery Weather— Isles & Glaciers, Nobody Puts Baby In the Corner— Fall Out Boy, Feels Like Forever— Of Mice & Men, Conspiracy— Paramore, With Ears to See and Eyes to Hear— Sleeping With Sirens, Brain Stew— Green Day, Shut Me Up— Mindless Self Indulgence
What are you reading?
Not really any books, but lots of research on the internet about assorted topics related to witchcraft. I’ve been working on my third grimoire 0w0
What are you doing for self care?
😬 I mean ngl little to nothing. I guess I’ve been stopping myself from writing down pro-ED tips or meal-planning. That shit really messes with you after a while. Please don’t read that if you’re struggling. And I’ve been eating something everyday.
I tag...
@eliattarget @feral-cat-fangzz @pineappapizza @1-cry-ne0n-ra1nb0ws @i-dont-vibe-with-gender @xxpiercethechemicalromance
And honestly anyone else who wants to do it because why not.
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In season 6 I want the children of the 118 to be together during an emergency. Not like a super bad one but one where they all can start giving first aid to people and when the 118 arrived they’re confused like “who helped y’all?” And they point and it’s May, Harry, Denny, and Chris giving out bandaids and wrapping minor wounds.
Bonus points if the firefam all know they’re there and are racing to the scene super scared and they show up to the children doing their job for them.
#911 fox#911 speculation#it would be nice#but the angst of the children in an emergency might hurt#Ne0n thoughts
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Which Supernatural Entity is Your OC?
Tagged by both @katsigian and @rindemption, thank you both! Link to the quiz here.
*gonna reuse the hell out of that pic dkfjlskj
Witch
You are a witch! With witchcraft and magic, witches have the ability to cast spells with power that cannot be humanely comprehended. The spells can be in any form, whether it's words, a formula, or even a ritual practice. Besides this, witches are always curious, always eager to learn something new, whether it's about themselves or about the universe. They may not be the biggest fan of crowds, or getting together with handfuls of people, but they are drawn mentally, emotionally, and spiritually towards animals and nature, and aspire to uncover the life hidden beneath it. Though, as much as they seem to be cautious of their peers, they will do whatever it takes to protect those they love and those they care about. And, dare I say, they are big risk-takers!
I'm very pleased with the results. 🤭I honestly thought I was gonna get something way different due to the choices he was answering with. This is pretty much very Salem. Besides him actually being a witch, he does have a curiosity and an itch to explore things that are unknown--whether it's through reading/research or experimenting and getting a hands-on personal experience. He's pretty solitary and doesn't enjoy participating in groups much either. Salem does not trust very easily and tends to be wary of what someone's intentions are, but once he's devoted and committed, no such thing as a risk for those he loves. And for his special someone, he will break his own rules. No hesitations.
Tagging (with zero pressure): @cyberneticnipples @a-pirate @saevus-brutalis @ne0n-rust @clusterfxckedbysirens @mistymymoon @miss--river @jaymber @imaginarycyberpunk2023 @cyberpunkaddict @aldcaldos
Sorry if you've already done this!
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I wasn’t gonna say anything but here I go…
First, Chris Rock did a movie called “Good Hair” where he shows the importance of hair to black women. He of all people should know hair jokes aren’t okay. Secondly, Jada’s hair was shaved because of an illness she has and is self conscious about. Making hair jokes about her isn’t okay. Will Smith laughed at first then noticed Jada wasn’t happy about it. She didn’t make a comment or do anything because like many black women she was probably taught not to. To just laugh it off and keep going. Will noticed how she felt about the joke and “protected his family” because no matter what happened in their relationship she’s still his wife. The smack wasn’t an I want to her you type of hit it was an I need to get a point across type. Was violence the best way to get his point across? Not really it doesn’t help the “black people are violent” stereotype and it could’ve been discussed later without the drama but at the time Will probably thought he was doing was necessary.
I’ve heard people saying he should give his award back because of what happened and that’s total bs. There were people who have done much worse and received no push back.
What happened last night showed the importance of boundaries and what happens when you cross them. There are things you can joke about but there’s also stuff you shouldn’t.
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Holy f*cking sh*t that lone star episode was definitely one of the best ever. 🔥major spoilers but y’all know that by now🔥
Family dinner
Well Detective Tk
Owen, wtf it’s family dinner
Owen fitting the description 😂
Gamer Judd
Judd, Billy is a bad dude. He hates your friends
I’m kinda pissed Owen made the family dinner about him
Also Ronen’s doing a live about the episode and I wanna watch it but it’s behind and the echo bothers me (I ended up still watching some of the live after the crazy scenes)
F*cking knew it
F*ck Billy Tyson
Buttercup 🥺
😳
😬 this bout to be an awkward dinner
Tk really tryna make it make sense
Awe sh*t Carlos is here
Gotta love some men in uniform 😋
😗 couples spat
Tk WHAT THE F*CK
Holy sh*t 😳
Tk the f*ck is your problem Carlos didn’t even have to come over
Tk 🥺
Tk swung on Carlos 😬
Carlos had to grab him and try to talk him down but it still didn’t end well
Tf is going on here???
Homeboy I need you to keep talking bout my comfort couple. You making me nervous
Get him Judd
HOLY SH*T JUDD
I’m not into dom/sub but the amount of shoving and aggression got me f*cked up
PUNCH HIM AGAIN JUDD
Bro WHAT???
The f*ck is going on here
Gabriel used Owen? Bro y’all realize what you did to the boys???
What kinda sneaky sh*t…
Oh no…I’m scared…Where’s the other fires man
No no no no
HOLY SH*T HE SET HIMSELF ON FIRE
THE FIREHOUSE 😳😳😳
Oh sh*t the fire house 😱
Damn he bombed the house 🥺
Another tarlos dinner 🥺
The adults hanging out 🥺
Finally Owen asking the right questions
GET IT TARLOS
So that’s what the bedroom looks like… it’s nice
Not them f*cking during a fire 🥵... Y’all not smelling this fire ?
About damn time bros
My dad just said guys are stupid that’s why they didn’t smell the fire. They’re brains got turned off because of the ✨mood✨ in that bedroom
I would like to say I have never thought fire f*cking would be a thing but the guys proved that wrong wait until AO3 has a new tag called “fire sex”
Tk said “firefighter mode activate”
They’re surrounded 😭
The 126 save the boys 😭😭😭
🥺 they checking in on each other
Oh sh*t Carlos why cry 🥺🥺
Not Carlos blaming himself
Oh sh*t 🥺
Charles 😭
Okay so I need to do a check in my house cause we don’t have an extinguisher upstairs with the bedrooms. Gotta get that (especially since there was a big fire down the street just a couple days ago)
I loved that episode it hurt in all the best ways. Also here are some screenshots from Ronen’s live that I think perfectly summarize the episode…
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So I was thinking about Sambucky (as usual) and I had a thought…
These moments (not my gifs) looked familiar and then it hit me…
We’ve seen it before.
Think about it… you got the skilled pilot/excellent flyer and the one who used to be on the evil side but it wasn’t by choice and is actually a nice guy. And to add to it Disney goes out of there way to make it seem like they aren’t a couple.
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Lone Star first cause it was such a rush… (MAJOR SPOILERS)
Honestly we need more officers like Carlos Reyes. (Ones with hearts behind their badges) Maybe if we did the world wouldn’t be so 🤬
His dad is investigating him seemed like conflict but I liked how it gave intel into their relationship
Sad tarlos always makes my eyes a little wet
Wanted to fight Gabriel Reyes for awhile (even tho I am smol and have no fighting skills)
Very much wanted to hug Carlos when he arrived at the station. You could clearly see all the weight on his shoulders and how much we needed Tk right there
dropped his chip felt like he knew Carlos (and/or Owen) would be looking for him since only someone who knew him would know about it
Another messed up dinner 😭 (let the boys have a nice domestic dinner PLEASE)
Maybe I read too many fanfics but I’m calling bullshit on Carlos has TK’s name as ”Tk” in his phone without a profile picture or any sort of emoji
Gwen and Owen’s reaction to finding out TK’s missing was weird like “oh no our son is probably doing drugs” and “it’s all our fault” like yeah we all know that wasn’t the time to fill Carlos in on the back story (but that’s just me)
#Wrap Tyler Kennedy Stand in bubble wrap challenge 2021 he’s always getting into trouble
Carlos disobeying his fathers orders to go after Tk had me a little choked up like YEAH GO GET YOUR BOO
Owen shooting that dude was like the best Owen moment of the series
The reunion had me 🥺🥺
Gabriel knowing was a little of a shock but I like it
JUDD AND GRACE 😭😭😭
Okay definitely a top episode I was on the edge of my seat the entire time and I’m so excited for the next part.
Overall 15/10
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Okay I hope I’m not the only one who thought this… ⛔️spoilers for FATWS⛔️
Did anyone else see this…
And immediately think of this
(None of these are my gifs so obviously credits to the original)
#just some thoughts#ne0n thoughts#fatws spoilers#fatws#falcon and the winter soldier spoilers#falcon and the winter soldier#sam wilson#bucky barnes#sambucky#winterfalcon
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Me: *knew Wrecker was going to go back on mode at some point in the season*
Wrecker:
Me:
#the bad batch#star wars bad batch#wrecker#clone trooper wrecker#played myself again#ne0n thoughts#bad batch spoilers
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