#yes i'm feeling perfectly fine and healthy. why do you ask

[leatherbookmark]

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#shrimp gifs #yeontan #dogs #yes i'm feeling perfectly fine and healthy. why do you ask

[xjulixred45x]

I know I have to work on the requests, but I have to get this out of my head because now I have a rediscovered love for Invincible, bear with it.

(SOMETHING LIKE A CONTINUATION OF THIS)

SOME SITUATIONS WITH YANDERE AU MARK GRAYSON/INVINCIBLE

okay, I can definitely see that you two were a couple or at least liked each other before everything went to hell.

and although you were fine with Mark at that time, when he was being convinced to join the Viltrum empire, he was somewhat seeking your approval. although using very vague assumptions, such as "would you accept an alien race if it meant world peace?" "or if that would help with the development of medicine?" You know, like what Nolan wanted to do at the beginning with Mark. and obviously since you didn't have the context you said yes without hesitation, further fueling Mark's crazy ideas.

I may not have made it very clear in the first part, but you and Nolan definitely don't get along. I mean, he's nice to you in a way, but he treats you like a little kid who needs discipline, so he tries to push Mark into that. Not only that, but you also indirectly blame him for the sudden change in Mark's personality, you know that if Nolan hadn't gotten him into that shit, he wouldn't have so much blood on his hands. The Mark you knew wasn't like that. HE WASNT.

The main reason this Mark doesn't feel angry because of your traditional escape attempts or why he's so soft is because of something our Invincible doesn't usually have, and that's his ARROGANCE. This Mark does not believe that you are capable of running away from him, you are not capable of defending yourself from him, you are not capable of harming him and above all you are not capable of HATE HIM, because he sees you as a soft creature, who should be treated as such because you are confused.

He is delusional, SpongeBob and Squidward level of Delusional. You could perfectly tell him that you hate him, that he's the worst thing that happened to you in your life... and he thinks it's reverse psychology.

"fuck you"

"Is that an invitation?😚"

"I hate you"

"I love you too babe🥰"

"If we were trapped on a desert island I wouldn't hesitate for a second to make a raft with your limbs"

"Silly you, I would take you out flying😘"

Do you see what I'm saying? For the same reason, if you end up hurting him, he would be proud that now you can definitely defend yourself from the Revolutionaries who "kidnap you every now and then" (it's you on the run). dang it, if you hurt him probably even NOLAN would compliment you for doing it despite being "so weak" and would completely approve of you.

(I can already imagine you with a wedding dress and a bouquet of knives...you want to throw it at Mark...in the face)

I think the most Mark does to scare you into escape scenarios is to threaten to throw you and not catch you next time, that's the best he goes. He can't stand the idea of leaving you paralyzed because it would be very boring and sad to see only a shell of you.

He wouldn't kill Eve, but he would never hurt you...physically. Did you see that in the end in their universe they manage to imprison him and get rid of Omniman? you totally didn't let go of Fem! Cecil(Cecilia?) all the way to her base and thanking her with all your heart and tears. Cecilia comforted you awkwardly, but she understood that you must have definitely had a hard time with Mark.

Meanwhile, with Mark already locked up, even if the world is a bit messed up, you can breathe easy for the first time in years, you can leave the base without fear of what happens to the people around you, you can eat without a problem, you can CHAT with people! it's magic! It's like you don't even remember anything before Mark! out of pure fear!

Meanwhile, Mark in prison always asks about you AT LEAST once a day, even if they give him proof that you are WELL and HEALTHY, he just doesn't believe it and DEMANDS to see you to prove it, which they obviously deny him and only makes him think that even more. The guy thinks you must be dying of hunger and cold or being eaten by collotes while you live your best life🤣

"MY POOR BABE! She must be so confused and scared without me! How do I know they're not torturing her for information!? She must be so worried because we're not getting home!" and it goes on and on... meanwhile Darling: "happy~ happy~happy~" "OHHHOOOhhOO, I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY!"

For now that's all. I hope the Viltrum empire doesn't come to shit on Darling's happiness☠️

#headcanons #drabbles #drabble #yandere invincible #invincible #yandere mark grayson #mark grayson x reader #mark grayson #nolan grayson #tw yandere #tw killing

[celaenaeiln]

What is your opinion on Babdick/dickbabs? I personally hate it because it doesn’t look like a healthy relationship especially when Barbara doesn’t seem to love dick all that much

It's not and she doesn't and I don't like them together at all.

Oracle Barbara was mostly fine but I CANNOT STAND Batgirl Barbara and Dick.

Take this comic for instance, Dick and Barbara have broken up (as they always do) and Dick is thinking about it and being sad about their relationship. He calls Barbara to say sorry as he always does

DC's Crimes of Passion

But Barbara's feelings on the breakup?

DC's Crimes of Passion

When Barbara says she's scared of needing someone, I can totally understand that. It's a immense feeling and perfectly acceptable reason but-

"I don't know what to call us. I don't even really know what I want us to be. Or what we're supposed to be."

Really?

This isn't the sound of a girl in love, this is the sound of a woman stringing along a man.

She doesn't want to be together with Dick but she's doesn't want to be away from him. She loves him but can't stand the idea of loving him.

And truthfully? I get this too - because I almost did it myself. A guy I'm good friends with asked me out on a date and to be honest I didn't even feel the same about him that way. I was just friends with him and when he asked me I thought about accepting. He's super kind, good looking, and smart and he's an absolute catch. I thought about saying yes - not because I had a crush on him or anything, but I just wanted to be in love. But I didn't because that's a terrible thing for me to do. I didn't have any attraction for him romantically but if I started going out with him just because I wanted someone that would super, duper crappy of me. He's an awesome guy and he deserves way more than that. I didn't want to string him along. It would make me an awful person if I had done it.

To go out with them just because I wanted someone.

DC's Crimes of Passion

It's the constant back and forth between that I can't stand.

Nightwing (2011) Annual 1

What. Timing.

I genuinely don't understand what's she trying to get at here. I thought love was about working through the hardest times in your life together, achieving successes together, and always being there for each other. I didn't think love was about falling apart during every crisis big or small. I didn't think it was about breaking up when you felt like it and not bothering to resolve the issues that caused you to break up in the first place.

Later on in the comic, Barbara talks about talking it out later and goes to meet Dick but he had to leave cause he got called for a case.

Really. Now it's on the both of them here. They can't be together because then it's going to be a long distance relationship?

Frankly Dick in a semi and Barbara in a vest is...is there some stereotype about trucker families not working out that I'm missing here? what is this.

That's another thing that bothers me about Dickbabs. They never resolve the issue that caused them to break up in the first place. Sometimes I'm reading them and all of sudden Barbara's like "we should stop seeing each other," and I'm like why??? There's literally nothing going on??

Barbara cares a lot about Dick. She cares about his safety and sometimes his emotional wellbeing but she doesn't love him for who he is. She loves the idea of him but not him.

I swear I used to root so hard for them but it's exhausting to like them together when Dick is dumping buckets of love over Barbara's head while she's holding up an umbrella. And then she takes the umbrella and stabs it through his heart.

She can be super toxic when it comes to Dick.

Nightwing (1996) Issue #86

She literally blames Dick for trying to make her happy. In the comic he's doing acrobatics all over the place, fixing her computer so it's easier for her, and generally being overly cheerful for her so she'll forget her pain and become happy at least for a moment and in turn-she literally Gaslights him??

"You can't stop reminding me of what I once was. You can't stop flaunting your own health. You still think you're immortal, Dick, and you're not."

Are you for real?! If someone is walking and you're in a wheelchair, you want them to be in one too because you feel sad about yourself?

And the constant way she talks down to him.

But even this I can sort of understand. Let's throw the blame on Dick here for a split second even though it's not his fault. Barbara is recently put into a wheelchair so she's depressed. Dick is being overly helpful. He wants to do everything for her so he can make her life easier, to alleviate her pain and she's tired of that. That's understandable and honestly they did need a little break here so Dick could turn down his enthusiasm and let Barbara be the strong woman she's known to be. BUT WHY IS SHE BLAMING HIM?? Just tell him you want some time apart to figure out yourself without throwing the blame and breaking the heart of your boyfriend who loves you so much.

Dick here reminded me of family members after their child has been diagnosed with cancer. They want to do everything they can but they don't know how so they keep smiling through the pain and being as positive as possible.

Here's my main issue with Dickbabs. Writers are incapable of writing the two of them together in a way that lifts both of them up.

They got it into their heads that to make Barbara look smart, they have to make Dick look dumb. That to make Barbara look skillful, they have to make Dick look incompetent.

But hey it's unfair of me to use Nightwing comics only (DC crimes of passion isn't a nightwing comic but the point still stands) to talk about Dickbabs.

I'm not saying all Dickbabs is bad. There's a couple that are good like this one

Batgirls Issue #8

They're so cute!!! They look so hot together too

but. Writers as always are incapable of writing Dick as a strong independent character that relies on Barbara.

Batgirls Issue #8

Sorry, Dick - who has beaten Batman, destroyed Justice Leagues, runs superhero teams with some of the strongest metas in the world and has beaten them without breaking a sweat - just lets himself get kicked and punched around for fun? Are you trying to tell me that Dick only fights because people insult Barbara? I can't believe I'm saying this but Tom Taylor has written better than this.

Their love can be so one sided.

She abuses Dick as an emotional outlet for her anger and resentment.

Nightwing (1996) Issue #87

Context: She's blaming him for being sexually harassed by Catalina. Catalina earlier broke into their date night, beat Barbara up in the wheelchair, kissed Dick and kneed him to surprise him before Dick beat her off Barbara.

And not only is she busy victim blaming him, she's also busy calling him incompetent. And Dick's rightfully mad that as a vigilante of nearly two decades she's telling him he's pathetic.

And what does Bruce have to do with anything here? From the Titans, we know that Dick's greatest fear is turning into Batman. They fight so hard to protect him from it, and what does Barbara do?

"Congratulations. You've managed to turn into Bruce."

This makes me the most mad though-

"Bludhaven was managing a long time before you got here."

The anger I felt was incandescent. Why do people fight crime Barbara? I guess Bruce should just call it a night and take Batman for a nap forever. Why was Batgirl created if Gotham was managing before Batgirl even existed? In one sentence, she's managed to trash the multiverses of superheroes.

No wonder Wally wants Kori and Dick together. Barbara's mad at him for protecting her against Catalina. If Dick had just kept sitting and waiting for the bodyguards in that fancy place then Barbara wouldn't be severely injured. But oops. His bad.

After he punches the board she gets mad and leaves and Dick's emotional well-being goes on a downward spiral.

I have other issues with them because Dick's relationship with Barbara diminishes his canonical relationships with the superhero community.

Again - writers' problem.

So...complicated. They could be amazing if written right but right now I'm wavering between being indifferent to them and disliking them. They should seriously just be friends instead.

I need to clarify something first. Barbara Gordon herself is fine. She's cool. But when she's with Dick? The way writers write them as well as her own personality comes out in the worst, most toxic ways.

And that's not even getting into what writers did to Kori's personality and Dick's morality. They just dashed decades of Teen Titans comics to make both of them look evil.

That's not even touching the atrocity of their Dark Nights: Death Metal scene or the way Barbara victim blamed Dick for having amnesia.

Batgirl (2016) Issue #50

This is so unfair. She can victim-blame Dick for having amnesia because she's mad at bruce but if Dick even yelled at her when he's mad at Bruce, it would be an International Incident in the fandom. Where's the equality in this?

I know Barbara is pretty mad at other things in this scene but she has a tendency to use Dick as an emotional outlet

Batgirl (2011) Issue #3

She's literally beating him up because she's upset at losing her fight against some villain and thinking about her own insecurities. He just dropped in to show her some love and help.

If Batgirl Barbara only acted this way in Nightwing comics, then I would be inclined to say that the writers have a preference against her. BUT she's acts like this in the Nightwing comics, the Batgirl comics, the Batman comics, the general DC comics, and practically every comic that has them together. Given that DC is rooting for Dickbabs and trashing Kori for it, there is literally no reason for her to be acting this way. And the thing is, Dick's other relationships have been fantastic. Not just the big ones, but the minor ones too that people forget have been full of love. So why can't they write Dickbabs that way?

I didn't even know how bad they were together until recently. I just kinda glossed over all the toxic components of their relationship because, you know, "girlbossing" right? But there's only so many plot holes you can sell to your readers before they start questioning the legitimacy of your product. Thus my feelings about them have changed.

This being said, I don't like them romantically but I love them as friends. When Barbara is just working with dick as crimefighting partners or friends, they make an awesome team and they're so fun to read. I just can't stand them together as lovers anymore. And really, even their good Batgirl/Nightwing lover moments just seem like it's them being good friends.

They have the potential to be great.

Nightwing (2016) Annual #1

Batgirl (2016) Issue #16

But usually they're just not.

#I know I'm biased but it's hard not to be when Dick is always on the receiving end #I tried to do both of them justice but their relationship is just so one sided #dick grayson #nightwing #barbara gordon #batgirl #cl anon asks #sorry if this offended anyone I just don't think they're suitable for each other. thats it

[taedsyh]

leon kennedy x reader

he didn't love her anymore, right?

summary:

You had your insecurities that Leon still had feelings for Ada. This conversation was inevitable

・❥・English is not my mother language, sorry if I made mistakes. I tried to be pretty careful

You couldn't sleep. Why? Your thoughts did not permit a pleasant sleep. You look at Leon's arms wrapped tightly around you. "Leon, can you take your arms off me?"

The moment you ask him to take his arms off you, he wakes up from his half-sleep and becomes aware of the situation and is immediately awake. He took his arms from you and his face showed some concern. “Are you okay?” He asked you in a worried voice. If you were sick, it would also mean more work for him, which he did not want under any circumstances.

You got up. "I feel a little sick, but you go back to sleep."

Leon sat up in bed. He heard you get out of bed. He got up quickly because he didn't want to go back to sleep yet. “I’m getting up too.” He said softly.

Leon shook his head. He just couldn’t go back to sleep. “I’m not going back to sleep.” He looked at you with slightly worried and sympathetic eyes.

You ignored him and went out onto the balcony of your bedroom to get some air. Leon immediately followed you, a bit worried. He still didn’t want you to be alone in this state. He walked out onto the balcony and stood close to you, still watching you as a precaution. You leaned against the balcony bars

"I'm fine, you can go back to sleep."

Leon wanted to trust you, but he didn’t. “No, I’m not going back to sleep yet.” If you were fine, he would have gone right back to sleep. His protective instinct still had a firm grip on him, even though you looked perfectly healthy.

“How are you?” He asked you.

You sigh and look at him. "I'm okay."

Leon took a deep breath and didn’t know what to say. He really wanted to believe you, but he still couldn’t.

He looked up at the sky and then back at you.

“Why don’t we wait a little longer? I want you to feel better.”

He hated to see you like that, but he couldn’t stay mad at you for even a second when you looked so sick. Leon was sorry to see you leaning against the railing like that.

He walked up to you and put a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, just breathe in some fresh air.” He said gently. You were quiet for a while before you said anything, and took a deep breath.

"Leon, are you happy to be here? To be with me…"

Leon stayed silent for a moment, thinking about your question. He didn’t give you an answer right away because he wanted to think about it for a few more seconds. Finally, he let his feelings guide him and looked at you, still with his hand on your shoulder. He gave you the softest smile he could muster at that moment.

“Yes, I'm happy to be with you. That’s all I want in life. Just being with you is enough, nothing else matters.” He said in a gentle tone.

He put his other arm on the railing, still holding onto your shoulder.

“Well, I have a question for you too.” He said softly after a long, awkward silence. You felt your eyes fill with tears.

"What?" You asked.

“Do you still love me?” He asked you. Leon’s eyes widened when he saw your eyes fill with tears, and he immediately felt bad. There was nothing he could do now to prevent this conversation from becoming embarrassing.

“I just wanted to know how you felt about me, the same way you asked me if I was happy.” He tried to keep his voice calm. There was silence between us for a while before we spoke.

"I don't know, I love you…"

Leon’s eyes widened a little. Your words surprised him a little. He waited for you to say something else, but then he realised that it would take a long time for you to say what you felt.

“You, uh… You love me?” He asked nervously. He was very bad at talking about his feelings, so he wanted to know where he stood with you.

You laughed lightly and quickly wiped away my tears "I guess that's the one thing that will never change."

Leon looked at you as you laughed, and your wiping of the tears caught his attention again.

He really hoped you wouldn’t start crying again.

When you said that, his expression changed and his eyes widened again.

“Look, I know I don't say it often… I'm not very good with words, but I love you… I really do.” He asked with a nervous little smile.

"Then why do I feel this way, Leon?"

“Wait, what do you mean?” He asked curiously, his expression changing again. He seemed both intrigued and confused by your statement.

"I don't feel love. All I feel is that I'm a habit, a comfort zone."

Leon looked at you again with widened eyes, but this time in shock. He was silent for a moment, trying to process what you had said.

“...How can it be that you don't feel love? You know that’s not true.” He said softly. He was still in shock, but he didn’t want you to keep thinking like that. You were probably in a mood to be in a bad mood right now.

“Why do you think that?” He asked you softly.

"It doesn't matter, Leon. "

“No, no. It sounds like you’ve been suffering from it for a while,” he said. He paused before speaking again.

“I love you so much. You’re not just a habit to me or anything. You’re, you’re… ” He paused again, trying to find the right words.

“You're… “ He took a deep breath. “You're everything to me. You mean more to me than anything I’ve ever known. I'd do anything for you.”

"I've learned that words can't be trusted, Leon. And I know that looks don't lie."

Leon remained silent for a few seconds. “Look at me. Just look at me.” He said softly, sounding very gentle. He was trying to show that he loved you. He made sure to look directly at you with a gentle gaze as he spoke again.

“What I'm telling you is the truth. I've never lied to you and I never will.”

"I don't know anymore. "

Leon was silent for a moment. He looked at you a little worried and didn't know what to say. Finally, he shook his head.

“Please… Trust my words. They're the truth.”

He hesitated for a moment before continuing, because he knew he wanted to say something else, but he wasn’t sure how you'd take it. He decided to say it anyway.

“I… need you to love me.”

"I love you… that's what hurts me. "

Leon’s eyes widened again. This time it wasn't shock that you said you loved him, but surprise at what you said next. He let go of your shoulder and turned to face you.

“Do you really mean that?.. Does it hurt you to love me?..” He asked you as he looked into your eyes. He needed to hear it from you again to dispel any doubts he may have had.

You whisper softly. "Yes… "

Leon looked at you again with a gentle smile. “Why does it hurt you?” He asked, his voice sounding worried. “Is it because you don’t trust that I love you too?..”

He wanted you to know for sure that he loved you, to make you feel better.

No, you shouldn't cry.

"Yes, Leon. I don't want to feel this way, but I can't help it. I think you love Ada. Your love for her is like my love for you. My love for you is passionate and more like love… And that's how you feel about her too, right?

Leon was surprised again by her last sentence, but tried to calm down. “Yes and no, my feelings for her are nothing compared to my feelings for you. I like her as a friend... " He took a deep breath, sounding as calm and confident as he could

“Believe me, I love you so much, and I'll never stop having those feelings for you. Never.”

You could no longer hold back my tears.

"I don't know, Leon… You're here because you can't be with her."

Leon could feel his own emotions welling up inside him as you began to cry. He didn’t want you to feel this way.

“You know that’s not true. I'm here with you because you're everything to me.” He paused for a moment, as if he knew something else was on your mind.

“Have I given you a reason to think I don’t love you that much? What made you feel that way?..”

When you couldn't stop crying, you covered your face with your hands, your shoulders shaking

Seeing you cry, Leon’s voice sounded a little worried. “You don’t have to try to stop yourself…” He took a step closer to you.

“I want to hold you, let me hold you so you don’t feel so bad….”

He reached out his arms to you, as if you could use a hug at any moment.

You wiped your tears with your hands. "I can't shake this feeling."

Leon couldn’t just stand there and watch you suffer in this way. He wanted to hold you, and he wanted you to feel better. Slowly, he came up to you and took you in his arms.

“You don’t have to struggle. You can cry in my arms as much as you need until you feel better. You don’t have to fight these feelings inside of you. Just let me hold you.”

You slowly wrap your arms around him.

He hugged you tightly, and you were now in his embrace. His arms wrapped around you as he held you, and you could feel how soft and gentle his touch was.

“We’ll find a way to get through everything together, okay?” He said to you in a gentle tone. He didn’t mind you crying on his chest, on the contrary, he actually found it very heartwarming that you did. It meant that you trusted him so much.

You just nodded. “We’re going to get through this. I promise.” He said softly as he held you and stroked the back of your head with his hands. He held you for a long time, not wanting you to move until you were better.

“Can you tell me why you feel like this?” He asked you softly, still holding you in his embrace. You stopped crying, wiped your tears away and took a step back

"I'm not going to tell you that." Leon was a little conflicted. He wanted to make you feel better, he wanted to know everything there was to know about you. But if he forced you to speak your mind, it would make the situation much worse.

He understood that he had to wait until you were ready to talk about it. He sighed softly, unable to control how much he wanted to help you. He turned around so you could see his face. His heart really hurt for you at that moment. “Please, tell me.”

You sigh tiredly and shake your head. You had a tired evening and felt terrible

Leon was silent as you shook your head. He understood that it was pointless to push the issue any further. He wanted to help you so much that he even considered carrying you back to bed to help you feel better.

“All right, I understand.”

He said softly. Your fatigue caught up with you, and it showed, especially in the way you spoke.

“Can we go back to bed?” He asked you, because he didn't want you to overexert yourself right now.

"Yes, let's go back. "

“Okay, let me help you.” He said as he gently took your hand and led you back to your room. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible, helped you lie down, and then sat on your bed, just gently holding your hand.

“Can… Can I hold your hand to help you fall asleep?” He asked you softly. Your hand felt so soft, and your tired voice was so soothing to hear. It was hard to resist the desire to hold you and make you feel better.

You reached for his hand and held it gently.

Leon felt an overwhelming joy when you grabbed his hand. His whole body was tingling, maybe even his heart was beating more than usual. He gently took your hand in his, as if he didn’t want to let it go. His touch felt so warm and comforting, just what you needed right now.

“Thank you…” He said softly. “I love you.”

Thank you for reading this bullshit lol

#leon kennedy #re4 leon #resident evil leon #resident evil #resident evil4 #leon x reader #leon x you

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! firstly, thank you for your dedication its all so wonderful, I’m very grateful for this account since it can be difficult for me to search for things comfortably, the work you do is lovely<3

I was wondering if there were any canon compliant fics you could direct me to? Just casual stuff built upon the foundations of canon, maybe flashbacks of believable interactions Aziraphale and Crowley could’ve had, or a hangout set after S1 thats not necessarily romantic, but still with that lovable tension they have together in canon! It’s hard for me to find fics that aren’t inherently sexual or that show that intricate relationship they’ve built over the years instead of just mentioning it,,

any p.o.v., I’m also fine with both ficlets and multi-chapter long fics :] Sorry if this ask is too specific!

Hi and thank you! Okay, so I'm hoping these are the kind of fics you're looking for. Various levels of romance and feelings, but all inherently about how they care for and communicate with each other...

De Amore by Aethelflaed (G)

Aziraphale has come to Paris to find the answer to an important question: What's it like to be in love? Crowley's not sure why he wants to know, but he's willing to discuss it to make his angel happy...

Papercut by Mirach (T)

When Aziraphale calls Crowley to tell him that he is hurt, the demon rushes to the bookshop to find a perfectly healthy angel - with the exception of a tiny papercut. But Crowley knows - it’s not about the papercut at all. The papercut is just an excuse.

Twin Suns by IneffableDoll (T)

“I thought you were gone,” Crowley mumbled, and it was almost cliché, it was almost the kind of sentimental rubbish he would’ve moaned at had he heard it from someone else. But they were the rawest words he could manage. He’d thought Aziraphale was gone. That was all, and it said everything. *** Directly following their celebratory meal at the Ritz, Aziraphale and Crowley clash with the feelings that struggle to settle after everything they’ve been through. And, in so doing, learn to rely on and communicate with each other in new ways.

The Innovation of Friendship, and the Capacity for Non-Abstract Love by AnonymousDandelion (T)

Crowley and Aziraphale through the ages as a pair of affection-starved walnuts fall in platonic love/friendship, struggle to understand their feelings, and struggle even more with expressing those feelings to each other. Featuring six thousand years of loneliness, mutual pining, musings on the nature of friendship and love, and ultimately a happy/hopeful/hug ending.

Something to do with these sacred words by Solshine (T)

Crowley confesses early, and Crowley confesses often. Aziraphale never knows quite what to say.

Between the Lines by cyankelpie (G)

Crowley took a gulp of ale and gestured with the mug. “Love’s a big word. How can you be sure? Humans mistake these things a lot.” “Angels don’t. If they knew I could feel it, maybe they’d try to tone it down a little.” Crowley stopped moving. Aziraphale was still talking, but he couldn’t hear over the pounding of his pulse in his head. “You can feel that?” he said, when he regained enough of his composure to put together a sentence. “Yes, I—” Aziraphale broke off just for a moment, and his eyes flicked down to the table. “Yes, I can feel it, Crowley.”   (It's hard being two supernatural entities on opposite sides who are in love with each other. It's even harder knowing that those feelings are returned, and that acknowledging it openly would be disastrous.)

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #communication #fluff #through the ages #canon compliant #mod d

[railingsofsorrow]

Hi!! Hope you're doing fine! I was wondering about the one shot “the way I loved you” in the originals masterlist. I'm really curious and I wanted to ask when you plan on posting it?

a/n: I'm glad you asked. this has been sitting on my drafts for a while! happy I can finally post it. hope you like it!

The Way I Love(d) You

[stefan salvatore x reader; kol mikaelson x reader]

[all pictures belong to pinterest]

SONG INSPIRATION » THE WAY I LOVED YOU by taylor swift

summary: stefan salvatore is kind and sensible and you couldn't ask for anything better. but beneath the “you look beautiful tonight” you miss the "screaming and fighting" and the way his name slipped out of your lips at 2a.m. you liked assurance and perfection but you missed insanity. more than anything, you missed the way you loved him. you missed kol mikaelson.  

pairings: s.salvatore x f!vampire!reader; k.mikaelson x f!vampire!reader 

w.c: 9.4K (I got carried away)

warnings/content: portrayal of healthy and unhealthy relationships dynamic; discussion about life and death; blood (mentioned); non-graphic descriptions of violence; pregnancy (mentioned); slight damon and tyler bashing because they are the most annoying characters ever created; camille o'connell plays therapist; katherine pierce x reader (you blink you miss it); gemini coven (mentioned); discussions about marriage; canon divergence; fluff; happy ending depending on which you're rooting for; paragraphs in italics are flashbacks.

A/N²: this one shot does not follow the tvd + t.o original timeline, so some facts may be out of order.

[part of “the taylor swift anthology”]

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[alternate ending]

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❝ he is sensible and so incredible.

and all my single friends are jealous

he says everything I need to hear, and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better. ❞

“Did you arrive alright?”

You reply with a soft hum, distracted by the bag filled with books related to witchcraft. You really did not think you'd be swiped back to this city again, less alone acting as a librarian for the Original vampires for the hundred time in your life. Oh, well. Who could ever deny Rebekah Mikaelson of her wishes? You had been extremely close before, despite the unsaid goodbyes. She did try to threaten your life if you didn't come to New Orleans soon, but those were empty words. And you could easily take her in a fight – not that she could ever know that.

“Yes,” you say through the phone, remembering there was someone in the other line. “I'm settling in on the hotel.”

“Okay.”

“Stefan.” The corner of your mouth twitches slightly. “Say what you want to say.“

You hear him let out a breath as he usually does when he's holding something back.

“Are you sure you don't need me there with you? I could easily—”

“No,” you cut your fiancée off, albeit in a gentle manner. You sit down at the edge of your hotel bed, feeling the rough fabric of the mattress against your jeans as you inspect the cover of a rather thin book compared to the other thick ones scattered around. “Stefan, I'm perfectly fine. You don't have to worry. And I know you won't listen to me and you'll worry either way…” a smug grin stretches on your face when he tries to speak again. “… but I can handle myself, okay? You can call and text and I'll reply right back.”

Ever since you met Stefan Salvatore, he has had your best interest at heart. Not only yours, but everyone he cared about. In the friendship stage, he slowly inserted himself into your life, taking careful steps to not scare your cold heart away to the mountains. You never knew why, somehow, you had some importance to him. When you started dating, he made sure to introduce you to something that by no means you wanted to partake in: safety. Not the kind in which you are suffocated and trapped, but the kind in which you are held by someone and still are able to take a breath of fresh air. The real meaning of safety.

He takes you on dates and he opens up your car door as the perfect gentleman that he is. The line you look beautiful never straying from his compliments. It took you a while to get used to that. Being loved without having to look over your shoulder, being cared for by someone who would truly be there at the end of the day.

Stefan is safe. He is the warm blanket on a cold day with hot chocolate and a good book. He's the guy who never makes you wait while carrying that endearing softness around him. You couldn't ask for anything better.

“Yeah, alright.” He says with a resigned sigh. “You really don't want me there, huh?” The playfulness being drowned out by a tinge of hesitation in his tone that if you didn't know his tells, you might have missed it.

“You know that's not it.” The book is placed on top of the bedside table. Your choice has been made. “But I don't want to draw unnecessary drama into our lives. As soon as I can get this done, I can come back to New York. To you.”

He offers you a sound of contentment. “That sounds nice to me.” There is some ruffling on his end and he lets out a muffled groan. “Hey, beautiful? I have to go. Damon is hijacking our apartment.”

You briefly recall Stefan making a comment that his brother would visit you guys soon. That had been around a month ago? You are never one to question Damon and his stupid decisions. Fortunately, you were far away to deal with any of that.

“I'm sorry,” you mumble without masking your joy for not having to be present in the same room as Damon Salvatore. “Good luck and don't let him mess with my stuff or I'll personally break his neck and set his dick on fire.“

“I heard that!” You reply that it was meant for him to hear. “He's calling you a menace.” Stefan chuckles at your bickering but he eventually has enough. “Call me if you need anything, yeah? Be safe. I love you.”

“I love you too, and I believe you'll need more backup than I will.” You smile at his scoff and the call comes to an end.

You resist the urge to go to Russeau's to enter an alcoholic coma instead of facing the people you haven't spoken to in a decade. No, you have faced worse and what could possibly go wrong while visiting some old friends?

You snatch the book from the bedside table and tuck it under your arm.

Guess it's time to pay a visit to the Mikaelsons.

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Meeting the Mikaelsons had been the best and the worst moment of your vampire life. Yes, some people could be both at the same time. You met Rebekah before you met the others, in a ball a really long time ago. The Mikaelson name had yet to be spread around like a disease due to the extreme danger they represented – where you lived, at least. Vampire groupies already had lots of knowledge about them at the time.

The thing was, you had no idea who Rebekah was until almost everyone in your city was murdered. Her brothers searched for her after a few years of radio silence, apparently. That's when you understood how protective family could be. Klaus, most of them. But that one was more obsessive and paranoid than any other. Rebekah told you that herself, but you saw it with your own eyes through the years you tagged along in their journey.

You have to say that out of anyone in that family, Klaus Mikaelson would be the last person you'd expect to become a father.

He was the one responsible for practically destroying Katerina Petrova's life, along with many other people you couldn't care to mention right now. She had been your friend once, before she became a nuisance in your life. But still. Klaus was ruthless and anyone capable of making an enemy out of him realized the bitter poison that came with it; if not death, of course.

Nevertheless, the cruel reputation of the Mikaelson family did not belong to Klaus only. In levels of pent up rage, you could easily mention Elijah. He was nothing but kind to you in the moments you've spent as friends, but you were aware of the demons he kept at bay for most of his existence. The man tries hard to be a good person and, in your opinion, he achieved that in all of the senses, although he was never really one to trust other people's opinions about him, whether they'd be good or bad.

Elijah could be just as cruel as Klaus, but as Klaus was loud in a broadcaster type of way, Elijah was silently dreadful.

Finn and Freya were the last ones you encountered. They were both gentle in their own way. As Freya kept up a mask right after breaking her curse, doubtful and distrusting, Finn was overall distasteful towards his own kind. You noticed that between the countless times he attempted to kill his siblings and himself. At first, you held a grudge over the fact that your boyfriend (back then) could never catch a break from his own brother. But eventually you understood Finn's reasons and everything that was left was sympathy. You had trouble adjusting to the vampire life yourself, mostly the drinking blood part but also the eternal life bit as well. Living and dying was something you had never doubted. It was the cycle of life, after all, why would you question it?

Some days, you didn't want it. But those became rare ones as you tasted the sweet flavor of having people that went through the same dilemma by your side. They made everything bearable. You just hoped Finn could also find those people, if not his siblings, then maybe he could find peace somewhere far from them. He had every right of taking some time away if that was his wish.

Family can be suffocating.

Freya had been one of the nicest people you have ever met. Beneath that cold front she built before warming up to the Mikaelsons, there was a tender-hearted woman whom one day you used to call your friend. Freya was there when you crumbled down, she had been the one to help you pull yourself up and she was the one who let you know it was okay to leave if that's what you needed to do. If that's what your heart desires, do it. Her words never left you in some way, you were forever grateful.

Hayley entered your life before she became an honorary Mikaelson – she hated that joke. You helped her find information about her pack when both of you were still back at Mystic Falls. She had been the first person to point out Stefan's interest in you, though you didn't buy it. You actually became closer during her pregnancy. You weren't present in Hope's first months after she was born, but Hayley made sure to send you occasional pictures over the years. You didn't feel so out of the loop thanks to that.

And then, there was Kol.

The epitome of recklessness, wrath and chaos.

He was the a car accident that drove you over a bridge when you couldn't swim and a pillow fort you built overnight to dissipate your nightmares. Kol was the reason why you considered the Mikaelsons to be both the best and worst moment of your life. He was the rollercoaster that fed your desperation for love, displaying a pretty view at the top of the ride, before the crash eventually came and killed all that excitement.

Neither of you expected to fall so fast for one another. Or fall at all.

But he pushed his way into your heart with no permission granted, with his convinced smirks, wild persona and careless nature. He was cold in a warm manner. Tender in the way he held your fingertips with the same bloody hand that also had possession of your heart. And unbelievably good as he cared enough to let you into his heart.

You were too similar for it not to happen, until you were too different to remain together.

Kol Mikaelson conveyed all of the rumors that were spread about him, never once hiding behind a mask, and that's the reason you fell in love with no way back. It had never been an easy choice – choice... that's funny. Does love ever give you a choice? — his enemies became your enemies, you were a target, besides the unstoppable family hassle you always seemed to be involved in. In spite of the obvious reasons, the grounds for breaking up arose from him, surprisingly. Or not so surprisingly. It may have been his way of running away, but it was your way out of the mess he created in your head and heart. According to Hayley, he wasn't left unscathed. He suffered in a way that they had never seen before: through silence.

Kol had never been silent. He craved an audience, which was why he enjoyed discounting his ire on people. He wanted them to fight back in order for him to retaliate much harder. After you left, he didn't murder villages, tortured old enemies or provoked his siblings enough to get a rise out of them. You weren't that surprised once Hayley told you he left as well. What truly left you bewildered was the fact that he didn't cause trouble, turning into a shadow of the wildest Mikaelson people used to hear about.

You couldn't bear to feel guilty. If he wasn't being himself, that was his own doing. He left you first. Looking into the bright side, maybe he had finally mustered the act of growing up.

However, even with the all the heartache he had caused you, loving him was never a regret. You don't know if he felt the same, maybe you'd never know.

Stepping inside the Mikaelson manor made you self-conscious but still nostalgic. You hadn't lived in that house, of course they had built up many other expensive properties over the decade you've been gone. But there is something in the air when the Mikaelsons are around. And it isn't death or blood that you were referring to.

“Are you the friend my mom said was coming to visit us?”

A little girl with dark red hair met you in the entrance of the house. A stuffed bunny dangling from her small hands. You couldn't believe your eyes, but in the meantime you observed her sage green eyes that carry a brush of cinnamon and the tip of her nose, the familiarity practically slapping you in the face.

“I believe so,” you croak out as your lips quirk up in a soft smile. You tell her your name, introducing yourself and say, “and you must be Hope.”

“That's right.“ She gives you a little wave. You nearly leap on your feet at the idea that you're not considered a stranger for her to immediately turn away as parents would advise children. “I'll tell my mom you're here so she can invite you in.”

You nod, leaning on the door, you could feel the spell barely pushing you away. A harsh breeze brush your strands in your face and you roll your eyes at the familiar scent of a hybrid nearby you.

“I have lipstick on, you know how that does not match with hair?“ Two arms engulf you in a strong embrace. You can't help but laugh as your body entwines with Hayley's. “Hay,“ you mumble to her shoulder. “You are kind of ten times stronger than me. Perks of being a hybrid and all...“

“Oh, please. I should be actually crushing you.”

When she cups your cheeks, like a mother would when her child has been gone for too long, you stare at the sage green eyes you had just seen in the entrance. “I missed you too.“ Hayley gives you an eyeroll, letting you go as she asks Hope to let you in. Ah, it made sense. She's not a vampire.

Hope smiles timidly at you as you enter the foyer, her gaze switching to her mother almost pleadingly. Hayley mentions with a tilt of her chin towards the backdoor and Hope quickly rushes away to what you assume is the backyard of the house.

“She's playing hide and seek.“ Hayley clarifies their short interaction, turning to you. “When did you arrive?“

“Today.“ You say, lifting the book to her line of sight. “I told you I kept something that could help.“

“I know,“ she smiles gratefully. Hayley hasn't aged a day since you last met. Of course, she isn't physically able to age at all due to vampirism, but her perpetually concerned gaze was replaced by relaxed shoulders and a proud smile. She has joy written all over her. For the looks of it, motherhood has done her good.

“She's like a mix of you and Klaus.“ You watch the girl running around searching for whoever she's playing with. Hayley takes you to the balcony, the view is pretty that it takes a bit of your breath away. The forest on display is filled with orange and yellow because of the Autumn season. You've always found the sounds of the forest were the perfect noise to live close by.

“So I've heard.” Hayley crosses her arms above the railing, driving her attention to you after pointing somewhere to Hope who's in desperate need of help in the seeking aspect of the game. “How's your life been?” She asks, shifting her whole body towards yours. “New York, huh?”

You nod, imitating her previous position. “Yes. It's a great city.” She remains silent, probably waiting for you to elaborate. It's not like this is a casual visit and the Mikaelsons could be in any corner with their enhanced hearing. Not that you're ashamed of your current life, you just don't feel like yelling from the rooftops.

“That ring is pretty.” Hayley muses when you avoid looking at her. She can see your blush and her eyes soften at that. It's been so long since she has seen you remotely happy, she likes the sight. “You seem happy.” Her squeeze in your shoulder states reassurance. “I hope he doesn't screw up or I'll be coming over with more than just an army.“ A deep groan escapes your throat as your head falls on your forearm.

“You are worse than a whole freaking army.“

“You missed me.“

Shaking your head, your lips twitch in a bitter smile.

“Of course I missed you, Hayley.“ Your smile falls slightly as you see that Hope finally found who she's been looking for in the past half hour.

Kol is coming out from behind a tree and dramatically throwing himself on the grass as Hope's giggles echo around.

“I missed all of you.” Slips out in a whisper.

As soon as Hayley follows your gaze, she picks up the reason for the sudden change in your demeanor. This is what she's been trying to delay.

There's no point now. “He came back at the beginning of this year.” You blink, turning away from the cute scene happening right below you. “Said he missed his niece. I don't know if that's a good thing or not.”

She steps away from the balcony and that's what it takes for you to stop staring at a playful Kol tickling Hope to death.

“Why wouldn't it be a good thing?” You swallow hard, sitting down on one of the loveseats. The ceiling is not bland white as you expected it to be, as you analyse the colors and the shapes, you recognize the famous painting you've been in love with since it was first made.

Van Gogh's Starry Night brings the ceiling alive with the false sensation of movement the circular brush strokes provides.

“He's teaching her magic and she makes some of my stuff disappear for fun. Kol's such a bad influence— Oh.” Hayley's face stretches into a smile upon seeing where you were staring at. “Klaus painted it. This is Hope's bedroom.”

That's when you realize the soft blue on the walls along with colorful drawings clearly made by a child.

“It's beautiful.” You let out in admiration. “God, that bastard is talented.”

Hayley huffed, “Yeah, well, ever since you mention it in that very first Skype call she can't stop talking about it. So he painted it.”

Leaning back on the chair, you glance at her. “That's such a dad thing of him.” She shrugs in silent agreement. “He's not a bad influence,” you utter after the conversation dies down. You're not referring to Klaus. “He loves children, that's just his way of teaching her how to protect herself.” In extreme cases. It's better to teach her to protect herself instead of delaying it when she actually needs it.

Hayley's eyes travel across your features for a while and just as you begin to grow self-conscious of what you said, she flips the topic back to the real issue at hand.

“So, do you usually keep old grimoires in a secret passageway at your apartment or something?”

Your lips raise in amusement, “It's from an old friend. He lent it to me for safekeeping.”

The hybrid's eyes regarded you with suspicion, then she glances down at the book in her hands.

“Should I even be touching that?”

“C'mon,” you say in jest. “My friends aren't that bad.”

“I am not that bad. The Mikaelsons are certainly debatable and if I can recall someone called Katherine Pierce who was also considered your friend — who I still doubt that it was all that she was — then we need to discuss what you mean by not that bad.”

“Should I mention Tyler dogbreath Lockwood, Hayley? He was a nuisance!” You throw back in a complete mature way. “I can't believe you would voluntarily hold a conversation with the guy.”

Hayley snickers, “He wasn't as bad as you make him out to be.”

“You're right,“ you nod. “He was worse.“

Hayley hums, quietly analyzing the grimoire with what you can tell is interest that leads to boredom. She closes it in a thud and stands up. “I'll have to give this to Davina.“

You frown in confusion, following her out of the room. “The Claire witch? You're trusting that teenager with the life of my niece?” Your tone raises in light disbelief as Hayley descends the stairs completely unbothered by your accusation. “Where is Freya? Where is everyone— You can't possibly be serious, Hayley.”

“Freya is generously taking an early flight back to Virginia as we speak, cutting her honeymoon short. She was the one who requested Davina to be put to use in this task, if I can recall.” You knew it was Elijah before you saw his impeccable suit, merely because of his eloquence. He offers you a smile as you reach the living room. “Welcome back.” You're amused by the way he ignores your attempt at handshaking to lay a kiss on the back of your hand. He's always done that, it's no surprise. That's an Elijah thing to do. His eyes fall on your left hand. “And congratulations on your engagement. I've heard.”

You give him a close lipped smile in return, withdrawing your hand to cross your arms.

“Yes, it seems that everyone has.”

“You know, the term being put to use might not be taken as a good thing to every person.” The voice behind you causes your body to freeze. “Hello, stranger.”

Elijah is gone with the wind before you can notice and Hayley, who seems to have ventured off somewhere, still isn't back.

“She's not a stranger, Uncle Kol.” Hearing Hope's voice as you turn around is a form of relief, you admit. She's smiling kindly at you from her Uncle Kol's shoulders. “That's mom's friend. Remember, the one she told us was coming over?“

Kol acts fascinated. “That is true, Hope. Thank you for reminding me.”

She giggled, mouthing out to you above his head “Forgetful.”

You crack a smile at that. Mikaelson humor.

It doesn't take long for Hope to get tired of your attention and scurry away to her bedroom. And then, there were two.

How do you greet someone who broke your heart but still has a part of it with them?

“You look beautiful.”

You can affirm something: do not start like that.

“Thank you.“ You reply shortly. The stairs are right there, you could literally take a step back and you'd be on your way to the first floor. Still, you remain in the same place.

You had yet to look him in the eye since he entered the living room. That doesn't happen until he stops right in front of you.

The first thing you notice about Kol was his voice. Centuries back, when you first met, he had said your name before you even acknowledged his family. It slipped out of his tongue; honey mixed with pepper. A strange mixture that ends up being perfect once you taste.

Saying someone's name is like holding a secret beneath your tongue. You have the power to reveal it, you can pronounce it and you can choose to savour it to yourself. The taste is not made for everyone, it is reserved for you and you only. And he had that power from the first moment he called out your name.

“How's married life going?“

Your head tilts in confusion as his eyes are cast downwards. A scowl turns your lips into a frown. Just like that, the peaceful haze is over.

“Not married,” you say through gritted-teeth, turning away from him and from the flight of stairs. You want to get out of this house. If someone else asks about anything related to marriage again you'd probably snap.

“Yet, right?”

“That's what engagements work for, have you not had your fair share of those to understand that?” He has followed you outside and is faster than you since he's currently leaning with his body on your car door. Arms crossed and a side smile.

You hated to know what that meant. You hated that you knew him at all.

“Can you move?“ You snap, eyes narrowing. Kol hums softly as if he's considering your request. Dick. “Okay, I'll walk then.”

The defeated sigh you heard as you turn your back on him is almost a reason to make you relieved. But your arm was pulled back and that cold touch just made your whole body halt instantly.

❝ but I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain... ❞

“Can you stop being stubborn for a second?” He exclaims, kicking the car door shut as he walked with heavy steps towards you.

The rain softly paints the car windows with its tears. You forced him to step on the breaks so you could get out of the vehicle because of how mad you were. You couldn't remember the reason for the fight, but it happened and you didn't want to be around him.

“It's going to rain.”

You scoff, “I'm not made of sugar. I can handle a little rain.”

The thunder rolls in the sky, causing you to flinch slightly. A cold hand grabs your wrist.

“You'd rather walk in a thunderstorm than argue with me, is it?” Kol shrugs off his jacket with a scowl, covering your shoulder with it in a swift movement, one he had done many times before. “Real mature, love.” He shoves the car keys into your hand.

“What—”

“Take the car.” He had sped off before you could ask him to go to hell. Because no. You wouldn't take his car and leave him in a freaking thunderstorm. But he decided that just like he decided to put an end to your relationship.

“Stay.“ He says, drawing his hand back with hesitance. That quickly brought you back to the present. “I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry.” That's one of the rarest moments you've heard him apologize, it didn't used to be something in his vocabulary.

“I'll just wait for Freya at the hotel. It's not like we can start the spell before she's here.” You clear your throat, a bit taken aback by his presence still. You feel so silly.

Kol nods thoughtfully, taking a step back from you as if you aren't allowed to be too close. “Okay.” And before you can enter your car and drive off, your ears are still very much in tune with his voice even if he's all the way inside the house. “It's good to see you again.”

You're not sure if you share the same feeling.

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“This is from the Gemini coven.”

You turn away from Davina's chanting to stare at Freya's impassive stance. She always kept that façade while doing magic.

“And what of it?“ Freya gives you a sideways glance as you roll your eyes, leaning back on the wall as the Witch finishes up the spell and mutters something to Hayley. Freya has done her part and for some reason they needed another set of hands. You don't question it. “Don't fret. There'll be no retaliation.”

“Good, because we don't need a crazy siphoner touring around New Orleans.”

You crack a chuckle, brushing your hair behind your ear. “The grimoire is technically mine.” Freya's eyes narrow suspiciously at your claim. “What? It is. It was a gift.”

“Kai Parker gave you a gift?” She regards you with disbelief. You shrug in response, it's the truth. It's not like you were capable of stealing something from Malachai Parker and leave unscathed. He is a tiny bit insane and you aren't special.

“She has a thing for K's, doesn't she?” You flinch at the breath in your neck. It earns Rebekah a glare as she walks around the pillar you were leaning on, her smirk takes her whole face, granting mischief in her blue eyes.

“We're done.”

You cut off your jab towards Rebekah when Davina's voice reaches your attention.

“Just like that?”

Freya gives you another one of her warning looks but you are facing the Claire Witch with a hard gaze. You didn't trust her then and you wouldn't trust her now. And it has nothing to do with her age nor the lack of experience in the magic department — or life, in general — it was more of a grudge you held for the girl ever since she messed with your family. You recalled quite well how she had weakened the Mikaelsons and played a part in Marcel's stupid plan to destroy all of them. Almost. You hated both of them with your every being. No matter how Klaus may have forgiven Marcel for it or how Hayley claims that Davina was manipulated.

“We did everything that was in the grimoire. She's safe.” Her voice carries defiance and you could certainly enjoy the opportunity to play into her attitude.

A low hum left your lips and you hear someone sigh around the room, you couldn't concentrate enough to name who it was but you have a guess.

“Okay. That's great.” You utter, mouth widening into a satisfied grin. You like the way she regards you with caution as you stride over. “You're gonna need that?” You ask in a whisper, pointing towards the book in her small hands. She hands it over to you, you take it slowly, mumbling a thank you and offering a sickly sweet smile. Your distaste is a mutual feeling, you're glad to know.

The entire family heads back to the Mikaelson manor. Despite Rebekah's pestering for you to go with them, you manage to escape for some alone time.

Rousseau's is where you end up after walking aimlessly through the city. Some things have changed. There are a few new musicians playing in the corners of the streets, but those familiar faces still there as well. The streets are illuminated by the lampposts scattered around the French Quarter, the shadows of the streetlights dancing at your feet remind you of times where you'd feel happiness holding you together. The bittersweet moment is interrupted by something soft tickling your ankle, causing you to jump in surprise. Quite literally.

“Never seen a cat before?” Someone mocks your tense stance as you watch the feline exit the bar.

You would have snapped their neck if the sweet smile of Camille O'Connell didn't reach your eyes right away. She's drying up glasses on the counter, probably getting ready to close the establishment, it was around the time she usually did.

“Can you spare this poor soul a bit of alcohol?”

“I'll never get used to that,” Camille says, shaking her head and the sound of titling metal made your face stretch into a grin. “You're not old enough to drink.” She starts preparing your favourite drink. Alcohol isn't your favourite thing in the world, but Cami's drinks are sweet enough to appease your taste buds. You didn't spend hours wallowing in this bar with nothing to accompany you — the alcohol and Camille's ears to listen to your misery.

Your nose wrinkles. “I am over 400 years old, Cami. How many times have we been over this?”

She tsked, curling her lower lip, throwing the cloth on her shoulder as she leans on the bar top.

“You look like seventeen.”

“That's flattering?” You muse, sipping your blue beverage. “I can't even remember what my seventeens were like.” That last part you mumbled to yourself.

“At what age did you turn?” Her voice is sad and you start grieving the fun of the moment.

Taping your nails against the wood distractedly, you work on pulling the terrifying moment from the abyss of your mind. Camille's gaze trails over your features in her own curiosity.

“It's been a while, huh?” She felt the need to change the subject. That made you crack a smile. Did she think she had genuinely upset you?

“Ten years or so.”

“Yes.” She says pointedly. “What brings you back?” She finally finishes cleaning up and you realise you're probably delaying her sleep schedule, but she hasn't complain about your overstay and you don't mention it.

You decide on telling her the truth. “Family stuff.” The partial truth, that is. “I died in 1603,” you refer to her previous question. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head. “I had recently entered my twenties. Can say now that I never got out of it.”

She didn't laugh at your joke, but you did.

“I'm sorry. Do you still...”

“Remember it?”

“Yes.”

You shrug nonchalantly. “It was a life changing event. So, yeah. I do remember it. But it doesn't make me feel anything anymore. It's something I no longer care about.” That's the truth. The memory doesn't affect you as much as it used to.

Cami nod, a strand of her hair slipping from behind her ear. She brushes it back and you tilt your head at the bracelet in her wrist. Once that has been there ever since you first visited Rousseau's.

“You still wear it.” You point out. She frowns confused, but her gaze follows where your attention lays and she hums.

“Yes. Can't have myself walking around the zoo with no defense.”

“The zoo—” you can't suppress the snort that comes out of you. “I can't believe you just said that.”

“I did.” Camille puts her hand on your shoulder and you deflect lightly. Guess it's time to leave. “I'm closing up. It's almost 1 am.”

“Sorry, Cami.” You shouldn't have bothered her that much. “Can I walk you home?”

It's her turn to chuckle. She locks up the bar and spins around to face you, a knowing glint in her bright blue eyes. You don't like that look. It kind of reminds you of Caroline when she knows something about yourself that you don't. Or that you just don't want to admit yet.

You miss her too.

“Are you really that desperate to avoid your problems?” You gape at her. “C'mon. Did you actually come here so I could make you a Grasshopper?” Oh, so that is the name of the drink you've had since forever. Good to know.

“I wanted some company.” You confess, rolling your eyes as she waits for you to follow her steps. Half the truth, again. This was the best place to avoid your problems — one problem. “Is that such a crime?”

“You sound like Klaus.”

“Stop offending me or I'll kill you.”

“Go ahead. I'm sure you'll like it when my blood burns your throat from how much vervain I've been taking.”

Your lips quirk up in a lopsided grin.

“I'm just going to say something, feel free to ignore it.” Cami announces as you crossed the street. You've arrived at her apartment. When you stop in front of the entrance and she turns her full body to you, her face has lost all the merriment. “I don't know why you are back. I don't even know the entire reason why you left so suddenly.” That makes you grow tense. “But that's none of my business. What I want to say is that, don't allow what let you down get to you again. If you think that getting out of here, taking some space to yourself, was good, then so be it. It's your life, okay? You deserve to be happy.”

You stand quiet for a while, absorbing everything she had said.

“I am.” You say quietly. “I am happy.” Away from here.

She smiles down at you, then, surprisingly, pulls you into a hug. Cami and you have never been close. You just listened to each other's complaints in the midst of the bar's loudness. You grew to have a bond but it was nothing as tight-knit as what you had with Freya or Hayley. Although, you did miss Cami while you were gone. She was the only one who knew how to make a good Grasshopper, anyway.

“Stop by the bar before you take off god-knows-where again.” She requests after you split apart.

“I'll think about it.” You bury your hands on your jacket with a smile as she bids you goodbye.

The city is never completely quiet. There's local music playing in some corners still at that time of the day. You realise you have reached Jackson Square when you put a pause on your walk, listening and breathing into New Orleans. Even the smell is different, maybe it is the lack of tragedy in the streets. You hope it carries on that way, Hope deserves to live peacefully. Or as peaceful as Hayley Marshall's and Klaus Mikaelson's daughter can live.

“Can you step out of there? It's getting ridiculous.” A woman crossing the street gives you an ugly look and you couldn't care less. You were talking to the Edward Cullen beside the tree a few feet back from where you stand. “How long have you been following me like a creepy stalker?”

“I've just arrived.” Kol says. You can see him rolling his eyes without taking a look at him. “And I wasn't following you.”

“Oh,” you blink innocently at him. “Sorry. I didn't know you had become such a religious man over the course of ten years.”

St. Louis Cathedral has all of its lights off, which means it's closed for the night. It's not like you wanted to enter the church in the first place, you just thought it looked pretty this time of the night. You'd frequent that area a lot to read a book when you were bored. Kol never shared that particular interest.

❝ and It's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name...❞

“This paranoia between you and Klaus is getting out of hand.” You mention to him one night as he turned your room upside down looking for something he would not inform you about. “You better put all of that back because I will not.” You say with a shake of your head, frustrated.

“He has the dagger. I have nothing to protect myself with.”

“So run away again. It's what you do best.” You let out. Only realising what you had done after it slips past your lips. The room is quiet, the silence deafening to the point where you flinch at the sound of creaking wood.

It wasn't the bed. It wasn't the wardrobe. When you glimpse at the door, hesitantly, it has been left ajar.

He did what you asked.

You remember inhaling deeply before throwing a jacket over your shoulder and grabbing the book of the week to read at Jackson Square, viewing the passerby's that would enter and exit St. Louis Cathedral.

“You'd come here and sit on that bench right over there with a new book every week.”

Your chest latches onto unwanted nostalgia you should desperately trying to get rid of. It makes your arms go numb and a cold shiver run down your spine. You blink at him. You knew?

“What?” You grunt, slightly disoriented.

Kol seems lost in his head, much like you were a few seconds ago, but he has a bigger grasp on reality than you do. “I thought it was more of something out of spite that you did. Sit in front of a church. Watch people leave. Choose a prey and feed on them to make them somehow question their faith.”

Furrowing your brows in thought, you consider out loud, “You thought that I'd come here to prove a point?”

He shrugs. The repetitive kicking of rocks tells you he is more nervous than he's letting on. Kol could mask his feelings well, his first choice of emotion would be anger and he'd just about use it to everything and everyone.

Over the years you'd notice some tells beneath all that rage. There was resentment and there was sadness. And now you can see guilt. You wonder if you're simply imagining something you want to see instead of what's actually there.

“What are you doing here, Kol?”

You're tired. You're beginning to think that Stefan was right and you should have evaluated the pros and cons of being in this fucking city before choosing the first flight five minutes after Rebekah's text.

“I missed you.”

“No.” You ignore the way you want to run away at what feels like sincerity coming out of his mouth. “What are you really doing here?”

His lips twitch and you think that familiar smirk will appear, but it doesn't. Just a sad smile.

“I missed you.” He repeats firmly as if not to let it hang in the air enough for confusion. There is no dubious meaning. He is not playing a game. “I haven't had a chance to say that when you were here.”

You take your time surveying his features. He had cut his hair, but you noticed that when he was playing with Hope in the backyard. His style is still the same, the moles still in the same spots around his cheeks and neck, his cupid's bow hasn't changed either. Kol's physique barely suffered any alterations, but he is different. Suddenly, you remember Hayley and the new spark in her eyes.

They both mirror people who have let go of their demons. The ones who scratch your skin and sink into your shoulders claiming your body as well as your mind as theirs. It is impossible to escape all of them at once, but time makes it bearable to live with some as you learn to let go of others.

“What do you mean?” You sit at edge of a bench. Not the one you used to sit almost every week. That would be too much. He understands the space left is for him to occupy after a moment. “That you haven't had the chance to say it when I was here. Why would you miss me while I was here?”

You know exactly why. You felt that all the time with him. Most of the time you dated a shadow in place of the man you loved and it is sad that, at some point, you got used to it.

“Because I wasn't. I wasn't here when I should have been and you were gone before I could help it.” A wave of regret travels across his features and you turn away before your gazes can meet. “And yes, I have no right of saying that after—after—”

“Ten years?”

“... ten years.” You complete at the same time. “I lost your trust. I lost you. Which is something that I'll never forgive myself for. I just... I just need you to know—”

“Don't.”

He furrowed his eyebrows as you stood up, running a hand through your face in pure... frustration? Anger? Fear? Yes. Fear. He is being unpredictable. Kol Mikaelson is unpredictable, it's one of the many traits of his you spend a long time admiring, until it became a burden in your relationship.

But after ten years you had no idea how to deal with this and you don't want to deal with it. Not now. Not after you and him were over.

He says your name almost pleadingly.

“Kol, don't.” You cut him off. “You can't do this now. You just can't.” You flinch away when he tries to touch you as a form of comfort. You didn't want that comfort. Not from him. Not anymore.

His eyes soften and there's hurt in them but you can't do this now. It's not fair. “I'm not trying to do anything.”

“Yes, you are!” You croak out, slightly shaken up. “Whatever you have to say doesn't make a difference now.”

You see his jaw clench slightly. Good. You want him to be angry. At least this side of him you can handle because you'll attack just as hard.

“I'm sorry.”

Your eyes snap to him. “I'm sorry.” Kol repeats, walking towards you with much more certainty. “I was a coward, immature and just overall selfish. I shouldn't have left, but I did and that doesn't change the past, but, but I loved you. I truly did. If I could go back—”

“You can't.” Your lower lip curl between your teeth. You can't take anything back. You can't undo the past. “You can't make it better, Kol.” You say, attempting to hold your self together in front of the boy who broke your heart into pieces. You still haven't found all of them yet, they were scattered, some beyond repair. “I was a mess without you. Do you know how long it took for me to pick myself back up?”

“You shouldn't have left.” You harshly clean a tear that travels down your cheek. “If you hadn't, if you had given me a chance to, to be there for you, then, yes, it would all be different. Trust me. It would. But because of what you did, it's not.” Admitting that to yourself took too long and it was the hardest thing you had to do, but admitting that to him? No. It felt freeing. It felt liberating. It felt fair.

There was a point in which all you could think about was making him suffer the way you did. Because he deserved it. How can someone claim to love you so deeply and then vanish from your life?

However, it isn't really the anger that prevails as he stands in front of you at Jackson Square, trying to apologize for years of pain that he had caused. As soon as you spill your heart out, the only thing left is sadness and nostalgia. You miss the screaming and fighting. You miss his stupid obsession with magic. You miss his sincerity, because till this day, no one would throw the truth in your face like Kol did. You miss the excitement. You miss his insanity. You miss him.

Loving Kol Mikaelson had not been easy. Still, you wouldn't go back on your choice if you had the chance. Because loving him had been a choice, one you've made for nearly five decades. And letting him go had driven you to the edge and brought you back to life.

Yes, you miss him. But it's not strange the fact that, deep down, you'll always miss someone you fell in love with. Even if they didn't carried your heart as carefully as you deserved. They were still part of you. Maybe, they always would be.

“I know.” He says, voice rough. You'd barely hear him if you didn't have enhanced hearing. “I regret it every single day of my life.” His eyes follow as you lean back in the bench. You're sitting in opposite ones. He stares at you as if you're a wounded animal, afraid to approach. His red-rimmed eyes make your heart clench.

You think about how funny it is that your body can react the same to a person. As if they're permanently marked into your soul.

Kol had never said what you wanted to hear. The truth was the only thing that escaped from his lips, even if it would absolutely crush you.

He was real and he pulled you back from the edge many times before. Even if he had been the one pushing you over that same edge afterwards.

This truth is crushing you. But it is a pain you must feel in order to fully move on.

You exhale slowly. “I know you do.” You can see the clear regret in his eyes. It's sipping through his soul and it may have eaten some part of him during these years. You don't feel okay with that. Strangely as that may be, you don't wish his suffering.

“Do you?” He lets out faintly, uncertain. “I'm not— I am not saying any of that with cruel intentions. I never meant to hurt you. I love you, but,”

“... but it wasn't enough to make you stay.” You swallowed with difficulty.

“No.” You glance up at him, something in your chest shatters. You don't know if his honesty is something you crave now. “I miss you. I never stopped missing you, no matter how hard I tried. And I, I don't know how to change that.”

“You can't.” You say, feeling like you can breathe properly after such a long time. “Because I miss you too, Kol.” and I love you. Not the same way, but I do. “It's not something we can change, it's just there. Maybe time will somehow make it better.”

“Really?” The hope in his voice grips you tight. That desperation to move on. To forget. You relate to that so much. “Is that what you think? Sounds too human to come from you.”

You let out a scoff, throwing your head back. “What does that even mean, Mikaelson?”

His deep chuckle brings a small smile out of you.

“Time is necessary for everyone.” You watch him quietly. He has the same tell from before; when his head is full, he plays with the ring in his index finger. Whenever he did that, you'd curl your fingers around his shoulder and squeeze it, he'd relax under your touch.

You would miss that. But you can live without it. You can live without him just as he can live without you. You know it's for the better.

It's almost four in the morning when you arrive back in the hotel. The first thing you do is take a shower, then throw yourself in bed pretending it is the one in your bedroom at your home. Soft and with your favorite pillows. Not the real scratchy and thin bedding you currently have.

It doesn't work, so you dial the familiar number in your phone to actually hear home from the line.

“I'm sorry to be dumping this on you.”

“You're dumping nothing on me.“ Stefan retorts and you can clearly see him shaking his head. “Hey, you handled Ripper-me, if I can't handle you talking about your ex then what does that say about me?“

You stare at the ceiling, “Ripper-you wasn't that terrifying.“ You mock him, earning a snicker that makes your entire being warm.

“I'm certain some people would disagree a little bit.”

“Eh,” You shrug, kicking the comfort off of your legs. “Nothing I can't handle, baby.”

When his chuckles dies down, his tone comes back slightly serious and you pick up on the tinge of concern in it. Same as the day before.

You've unleashed your still-fresh wounds to Stefan a few minutes back. There's no one else you wanted to talk to after everything that's happened. You needed safety, you needed someone to ground you, to stop you from spiraling out of control. Stefan always does that.

He doesn't question too much nor does he judge the situation. He must have expected something like that would end up happening. Part of you wishes he would yell at you, telling you that he had been right and you should have listened to him from the start. Instead, he just listens.

Stefan understands that just as it's Kol, for you. It's Elena, for him. And there's nothing none of you can do about it.

“You can always come to me for anything,” he breaks the silence. “I'm here, I'm not going anywhere.”

Inhaling sharply, fiddling with your engagement ring, you ask, “Why?”

Why aren't you running away? Why do you want to deal with me for the rest of your life?

“Because I love you. And I'm not only here for the good times but also the bad times. I'm here for the ugly truth and I'll still be here for the worst part.” Your breathing is labored at this point. You refrain from telling him you don't deserve it. You don't deserve that he stays. You don't deserve that he's still here after everything. But it's his choice and he's choosing to love you with your baggage.

“For better and for worse. In sickness and in health, right?”

The snort that escapes you is nothing but awful. “You're an idiot.“ You shake your head, pressing the phone closer to your ear as if that would make him closer to you.

You can practically see his smirk through the phone. “But I'm your idiot.” He seems to ponder over your silence. “Ugh, that was cheesy, wasn't it?”

“Yes,” you confirm, biting your lip to avoid a stupid grin. “don't do that ever again.” You order, knowing he will most certainly do it more than ten times. Because that is how Stefan is like. He tells you bad jokes in bad moments to make you feel better, he keeps you company through a phone call for how long you need comfort for and he's the one that makes you feel perfectly fine at the end of the day.

“Please don't break-up with me, we're almost getting married.”

“I'll consider this plea.”

The conversation ends up reaching something lighter when he asks about Hope and Hayley. You tell him about Hope and how bright she is, you detail the tiny differences of New Orleans from before and now and you confess you miss him. Because you do.

In the end, this trip was good. It unfolded a part of your story that had been buried down in a drawer for a long time. You needed closure and you had it tonight. It's bittersweet and it's nostalgic and it's sad but it is necessary.

Which is why you no longer have doubts about your future. Everything seems perfectly clear now that you've confronted your past, the monsters do not look so big anymore.

“I love you,” he says. The line had gone silent for a while as both of you seem to be thinking over to yourselves.

His hoarse voice and clipped tone tells you that he's as affected by this trip as you are. You want to comfort him, saying that there's nothing you need to worry about, I'll come back, I'll always return to you. But none of that will get through his brain until your face to face, finally in each other's arms.

And something that you've come to see through a new perspective is that love isn't tiring, it isn't heavy nor it is draining. Love is strength, calmness and security. Love can be fire, kissing in the rain and a rollercoaster of emotions. But it's not bad and it's not rotten. It can, however, sometimes be doubtful. It can raise questions that can make you halt on your way to say yes, but that's okay. Because even though you're certain, you're allowed to not have all the answers and you're allowed to not be alone to search for them.

“I love you, too,” you breathe out, shutting your eyes to imagine you were close to him, in your safe place.

“It's so good to know that you're smiling right now.”

You let out a scoff, shaking your head but your mouth is quirking up in the sides. “Seriously, you've gotta stop doing that, Stef. Am I feeding your ego?” You don't wait for a response. “Don't answer that, I know I am.”

“Come home.”

Because no matter how much you occasionally missed your past, your present and future are greater than anything else you could have possibly desired.

❝ and that's the way I loved you...❞

“I will.”

You couldn't have asked for anything better.

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[alternate ending]

#the originals fanfiction #the originals imagine #kol mikaelson x reader #stefan salvatore x reader #tvd imagine #the vampire diaries fanfic #tvd fanfiction #the originals fic #inspired by the way i loved you #stefan salvatore imagine #stefan salvatore fanfiction

[jaemmphilia]

Oooo I thought of another Felix x male reader where they have an argument and Felix leaves, while changing into comfortable clothes (Felix's hoodie) they find a ring in the pocket

★ 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡 𝚡 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

"you know what? i don't have time for this, [name]. i'm going to stay with the boys at the dorm. you're getting on my nerves right now."

"fine, go! it's no surprise you're leaving me for them! you seem to do that a lot these days!" [name] yells back as felix slams the door behind him.

[name] allows himself to scream into the throw pillow on his couch. he doesn't let the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes to fall, because he's stronger than that.

[name] knows that couples fight. it's perfectly fine for a couple to fight, it just means that couple's relationship is fairly healthy. that doesn't really stop it from hurting any less, unfortunately.

felix and [name] have been together for a long time now, from the time felix debuted with stray kids to now. [name] was there for it all. the tears, the pain, the happy times, and when things got rocky. he made a vow to felix that he would always be there for felix no matter what happens.

[name] grabs felix's hoodie he left on the couch before he stormed out and he slips it on. he hears something fall to the wooden floor and looks down, the light catching onto something shiny. [name] bends down and picks up the shiny item, his eyes going wide when he realizes its a ring.

a ring? why would felix this in his hoodie pocket? was it meant for him? was felix going to propose before they had that fight?

there's so many questions swimming around in his head that he has to sit down. if they hadn't have fought, and felix didn't walk out, would he have asked?

[name]'s thoughts are cut short as felix opens the door, claiming he left his phone charger. his eyes land on [name] looking at the ring, and felix panics.

"i can explain, [name]."

"i know its for me. i just feel bad that this is how i find out you want to marry me."

"i'm sorry you had to find out this way, [name]."

"i'm sorry, too, felix."

felix takes the ring from [name]'s hand and he slips it onto the male's finger. he smiles. "it looks good on you."

"yeah? i think it does, too."

"so, is it a yes?"

"of course it is, dummy."

#kpop x male reader #male reader #kpop x reader #stray kids x male reader #stray kids x reader #felix x reader #felix x male reader #felix lee #stray kids

[helyiios]

Imagine Benji hiding a serious injury from Ethan, because they are in a rush in the middle of a mission, and maybe Ethan is hurt, too, and Benji wants to focus on that... until it gets too bad and he can't possibly hide it anymore

He hadn't gotten shot in a long time. In almost two months, actually, which was kind of a personal record. As far as healthy and normal that was.

He'd been a little out of it, during the mission. That was his fault, that was his fault entirely, and he knows that. Thankfully his overcoat was black and long enough to cover the blood gushing out of his rib, and he'd currently had kept it closed, trying to avoid getting attention as much as possible.

It was fine. It was going to be okay. The bullet might still be lodged inside—although he seriously doubted it, because he could feel his clothes getting more and more soaked.

"Luther, we're arriving at the extraction point," Ethan was saying into his earpiece, "you guys here ?"

[We're ready for you and Benji. Need patching up ?]

"I got a knife wound on my chest, bleeding profusely," the other replies, then turns to Benji, who was surprisingly valiantly running behind him, "Benji ?"

"I'm fine," his friend gently says, "all good. Let's get your wound covered."

"Roger that."

They make it to the safehouse in time, both stumbling inside completely out of breath. Luther's standing in the living room alongside Ilsa as meters of gauze, a few bottles of antiseptics and more medical tools are spread on the table.

"That was close," the technician breathes out as Ethan collapses unto the first chair he can find, "got all you needed ?"

"All the data we could cover," Benji replies difficultly, trying to sit as normally as he could manage. "The—the USB is in my inside pocket, I'll...I'll take it out soon."

I can't move my body anymore, least of all my arms. It hurts. It hurts so bad.

"Sure," Ilsa nods, "you should probably take off your coat."

"Yeah, yeah, in a min. How're you holding up, E ?"

"I'll be fine," Ethan breathes out, trying to keep himself from wincing, "it got a little too close from the lung, I think."

"You scared me to death," the other agent grumbles, "thought I'd lost you."

"I'm managing," his friends grins, holding out his hand to gently pet his shoulder. There's a gasp. "I—“

A frown.

"Are you okay ?"

"What do you mean ?" Benji nervously asks, sitting perfectly straight. "Yes, of course, I—"

"Is that—“ Ilsa squints her eyes, staring holes near the man's chest, "is that blood ?"

"What ? No, no, haha, it's not."

"Benji, take your coat off," Luther tells him, slightly panicked, "now."

"Guys, Ethan's wound is still open, can we—"

"Did you get hurt ?" Ethan cuts him off as he gets up again, eyes wide in horror, "why didn't you tell me ?!"

"Because it's fine—"

"It looks like it's in the ribs."

"It's just a gunshot wound—"

"YOU GOT SHOT IN THE RIBS ?!" the other three people scream out to him, and Ethan looks more and more desperate, "BENJI !"

"I'm okay," Benji pants, but the vein popping out on his forehead and the whitening of his skin tells otherwise, and he seems to have a harder time trying to keep his eyes open, "I'm fine."

"No, God fucking—Luther, we need to get him to a h—"

His words are interrupted by a sudden coughing fit from his friend, and suddenly there's blood splattered on the floor and Benji's vomiting blood and bile and screaming in pain as his stomach clenches. He's collapsed on to the floor and clutching his chest, forehead stuck to the tiles and blood covers his face.

It hurts,

It hurts,

It HURTS !

"Get the car," Ethan orders Ilsa as she almost runs out the house, "Benji, we're taking you to the hospital."

His friend doesn't reply, his hands now coated in dark red and heavy tears cleaning the dirtiness from his cheeks, he's having a hard time breathing and everything hurts.

"The bullet isn't inside," Luther notes, growing more and more worried, "he's losing too much blood, Benji, how long—“

"It's okay," Benji cries out, puking one more time as he spits out a clot from his mouth, "I—I just—"

"Shh, use your energy to stay awake," Ethan gently replies, and suddenly he's carrying him and bringing him outside, "let's get you stitched up."

Benji can only nod.

#mission impossible #mission impossible fic #benthan #ask #snovyda

[thesparklingwriter]

changes

“We can go out for dinner if you so wish. Just save me the discomfort of listening to that rant again, alright?”

tags: pet names, soft Zhongli, fem!reader, Zhongli and reader are in a relationship, reader is pregnant, literally nothing happens in this, i guess that's the epitome of fluff idk, canon divergence: zhongli has mora

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i lowkey hate the trope that any woman who is pregnant should be immediately overjoyed to be pregnant so uh have this

also,,, celeste posting within 2 weeks of the last one???? who am i???

The house is warm when you get back. It's warm and comforting and the same way it’s always been. Nothing has changed, nothing at all. So why does everything suddenly feel so...different?

You shut the door behind you, trailing into the living room to dump your bag somewhere and collapse on the sofa. You’re so tired—your whole body feels heavy. Maybe it’s the weight of what you’ve been told. You should be happy, and you should be more excited, but you’re tired and nauseous and you just want to go to sleep.

“Is that you, my love?” Zhongli calls. You hear him descending the stairs, his steady and rhythmic steps reverberating around the house. He won’t be upset. It's all okay. It will be okay.

You call back to him with a weak yes, and his steps seem to speed up at the sound of your voice.

“Are you alright? How was the doctor’s appointment?” He asks, settling beside you on the sofa. He gently kisses your forehead, stroking your hair as he does.

“It was okay,” you say softly. “I’m fine.”

And that’s the truth. The doctor said you’re perfectly healthy. Nothing wrong with you at all.

“So, the nausea is…?” Zhongli presses. The doctor would have to be particularly stupid to tell you you were perfectly fine if you wanted to throw up every hour of the day, so the only other option is that you’re keeping something from him.

“Umm,” You start. You don’t understand why you’re so nervous.

“Umm? What an interesting ailment. Do tell me more.” Zhongli teases, attempting to lighten your mood. It doesn’t really work in the way he expected it to, and he resumes his more serious disposition. “What’s the matter, love?”

“I’m scared,” you say, tears pricking in your eyes. “What if I get it all wrong? What if I'm an absolutely useless mother, and our child never wants to see us again once they’re grown? What if—”

“One second, my love. Child?”

You shift yourself to look at Zhongli head on. “I’m pregnant, Zhongli.”

His face almost doesn’t change. Maybe it’s because he was already looking at you with eyes full of love, or maybe it’s because he’s holding his reaction back.

He doesn’t want you to see how excited he is because he doesn’t want to make you feel guilty for being scared. You are his priority. “Do you want to be pregnant?” He asks carefully.

Your eyes widen at the implication of his words. “Yes,” you reply. “I do, but—”

Zhongli smiles properly then, pulling you into a hug. “You’re going to be fine, my love. You need not worry about a thing. You are perfectly capable of being an amazing mother, and I’ll always do everything in my power to support you.”

“I’m scared,” you repeat against his chest.

“I know,” Zhongli replies. “I know.”

Once you got over your initial shock of being pregnant, you began to quite enjoy the extra attention your husband gave you—the extra back massages, the special teas he brewed for you, the fact he used every excuse to stay by your side and the stories he loved to tell your unborn child.

“She can’t hear you, you know that, right?” You chuckle, sliding your hands into Zhongli’s hair.

“She?” Zhongli asks.

“I just have a feeling.” You shrug. Zhongli laughs, happy to see you smile again. More than anything, he’s happy that you aren’t so stressed. Sometimes he can sense a little bit of fear creeping in–when the baby kicks, or when you go to another of your routine doctor’s appointments–but for the most part, you seem to be happy, and that’s all that matters to him.

“What are we going to name her then?” He smiles, kissing your stomach lightly.

“Oh, I don’t know. I was probably going to leave that up to you.” You’re not good with names, but you want something special and unique. The only names you had in mind were ones that had grown in popularity over the past few years, and whilst that means you have good taste, it also means the name won’t be original.

“Me?” Zhongli chuckles. “I’m not particularly up to date with names nowadays.”

“That’s exactly why I was leaving it to you.” You say. “I figured you’d come up with a pretty, original name that no one else will have.”

“That’s a valid point, but it will be a traditional Liyuean name.” Zhongli sighs. “That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Why not?”

“Because it would be nice for her to have a bit of your culture too.”

“That’s what middle names are for.” You chuckle. “Or we can just give her a double barrel name and call it a day.”

“It seems to me that you’re shirking your responsibilities.”

“Say that to me one more time and I will show you responsibility.” You huff, adjusting yourself in your seat and pushing his face away from your stomach. “I’m hungry. What’s for dinner?”

“Air, until you rediscover your manners.”

“Are you denying me, the woman who is growing your child—” Zhongli silences you with a swift kiss that leaves you breathless.

“We can go out for dinner if you so wish. Just save me the discomfort of listening to that rant again, hmm?”

You huff at him. “Archon brute.”

And even though Zhongli would like to pretend to be mad, he knows that you were already a handful without pregnancy hormones running rings around you, and lets it slide out of the goodness of his own heart.

“‘Archon brute’ who’s about to buy you dinner.” He hums, gently pulling you to your feet.

a/n winnie, if you're reading this please be quiet you know i am a woman of simple pleasures

#tswzhongliflufftober #i am exhausted so expect nothing from me for the next 3 business weeks #zhongli fluff #zhongli fanfic #zhongli x reader #zhongli flufftober #zhongli #genshin #genshin fluff #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction

[kingsdespair-if]

Please I need the reaction to the MC telling Khalid that she is indeed pregnant. Why do I feel like he would be like "yeah, I did that."

Hello, dear.

Of course, here we go.

~

You walk towards Khalid's luxurious tent, which is the farthest as the youngest child of the High Prince. This allows you to enter and exit without attracting much attention. You often avoid his family at his request.

Looking down, you catch a glimpse of your wedding ring shining under the scorching desert sun. The sand slows your steps, but you don't mind. It gives you more time to think about how to break the news to your husband.

You push open the cloth door and step inside the tent, dragging sand in with you, your heart races, growing faster as your eyes fall on him. Khalid is seated at his desk, diligently writing letters. You can see how stressed he is - a frown forming between his eyebrows as the pen dances across the pages. His eyes slowly lift from the papers as he hears you enter. "I see you forgot to clean your feet before coming in... Again," he remarks with a heavy sigh.

"Yeah... I'm sorry. Look, I have something important to tell you, honey," you say, fidgeting with your ring as you come stand beside him.

He puts down his reading glasses and leans against the back of the chair, wearing a stoic and regal expression. He gestures for you to sit in the chair next to him.

Only after you sit down does he finally take your hand in his, lightly kissing your knuckles. "Yes, my lovely. What do you need to tell me so urgently that you forgot to not bring half of the desert with you?"

You smile at the sweet gesture and his attempt to joke. You know Khalid is usually serious, but he's been trying to be more lighthearted for you. Feeling your nerves calming, you enjoy the soft and warm touch of his hand against yours.

"So... I just returned from the healer's tent," you say, diverting your gaze to the outside of the tent. The endless expanse of golden sands creates a breathtaking view when the sun hits it just right, giving the illusion of molten gold beneath your feet. The air inside the tent carries the scent of fresh oranges, causing your mouth to water at the thought of biting into one. The baby must be hungry today.

Khalid's regal posture transforms into one of concern. He leans closer to you, his back no longer perfectly straight.

"The healer? Why? Are you feeling okay?", his voice carries worry.

"I'm perfectly fine. We're both healthy and happy," you say, biting your bottom lip and looking into his eyes.

"Oh, thank the Gods. But if you're okay, then what did you want to tell- Wait, "both?" What do you mean?" he asks, looking at you with a puzzled expression.

You give him a sweet smile as you hold his hand and gently place it on your stomach.

"I'm pregnant, Khal. That's what I mean. We're going to be parents. You and I are going to have a little one."

"P-Pregnant?! Are you sure?" His eyes widened, and his mouth hung open.

"Yes, quite sure, honey. The healer said it's been a month and a half."

"I… I mean, of course you are! We've only been married for less than six months. I must be that good, right? The best. You are too. And you, my little one, you're going to be even better," he said, gently stroking your belly. "We'll call our child Khalen."

"Khalen? Khalid, we're not going to name our child Khalen," you laughed, looking at him with fondness.

"Why not? It's a very regal name!" His face brightened as he continued to touch your belly, a soft gaze in his eyes.

"Alright then… You can choose the name for the first child. I will decide the name for the second."

"The second?", you ask, surprised by his proposal.

"Yes, indeed! You have already persuaded me to have one, haven't you? So why not have more?" His tone is light, playful, and affectionate.

"When did I ever try to convince you?"

"You didn't have to try, honey. The moment you told me that you're carrying my child, I decided that I wanted a large family with you. I don't want it to be an obligation, and it isn't. Not anymore. You are not my duty, you are my everything." He gently holds your face, leaning in for a long kiss.

In an instant, the once selfish prince transformed into a selfless one, as he discovered the art of sharing his heart and life with you.

#kingsdespair if #interactive fiction #twine if #ask #original character #demo #anon #twine game #twine wip #ROs #snippet #Khalid

[copperbadge]

(This is a little heavy, but I wanted to apologise.) To be honest, the kinning ask was partly due to expecting you to know something about it, since you seem pretty well informed about fandom history and lore.

...But some of it was also spur of the moment upset, I'm afraid. I've repeatedly asked people on my fanart posts not to tag the characters as kin, and a lot of times they don't respect that. It's deeply anxiety inducing to see things tagged as something that I knew many neurodivergent kids/teens who tried to hurt themselves to get "back" to where they believed they came from, and seeing it bandied around so much ended up with me wanting input from a internet guy who's known to be more chill and objective.

Which isn't your responsibility, or something you could have read intothat short ask before. It's alright whether or not you decide to publish this ask, I just wanted to be clear and say sorry about the weirdness.

(Link to initial ask here, for the curious.)

You know, this is really interesting, and I feel a bit weird saying that in response to an apology, but I'd like to dig into this a little! And up front, I’m sorry you’re going through that -- Tumblrites are not always known for reading or adhering to the fine print even when the fine print is...huge. It sucks that people aren’t respecting your pretty reasonable request. 

A lot of times, when I get an apology like this, I will say "Hey no need to apologize" or similar, and honestly I wasn't expecting or in need of an apology from you. But I do appreciate that you are saying you had a kind of knee-jerk reaction to something external to the two of us and came to me about it, and that maybe that wasn't entirely appropriate. So in this case I want to say apology accepted. I don't want you to feel bad, but I want to accept the apology rather than say it wasn’t necessary, because I think it validates good behavior in you. This was a good ask for you to send and I know it can’t have been easy either. So you can absolutely stop reading here if you want to, knowing that I think you did a good job and I’m not mad in any way. 

But I do want to discuss it more, because it's actually incredibly common for me as an experience. 

I was aware -- which is why I took the stance of inquiry that I did -- that when you sent that ask you were very likely responding to something I couldn't see. I was a little wary, because one never knows when one is about to be sucked into some fight through sheer lack of context, but I didn't see the harm in responding honestly; if you were in earnest you'd get to hear my thoughts, and if you were being disingenuous I wasn't giving you much to get your hooks into. And hey presto, you were in earnest! 

If you had said "I'm wondering what your thoughts are on the term kinning, because XYZ" you would not even need an apology, that's a legit thing to want to ask someone when you know they'll have an interesting perspective. I think the minor struggle for both you and myself is that you made a statement of a stance, rather than asking a question. But again, I am not here to make you feel bad, I'm pointing it out because it's something a lot of people do. Not even to me -- just in the world in general.

But yes also to me sometimes.

Because I have a large readership, and because I have a reputation for thoughtful response, I get this kind of interaction with relative frequency. Many are perfectly fine, healthy things to say to someone with an open inbox, and that one wasn’t especially unhealthy. But sometimes, also, people who are caught in toxic habits will see my blog and without even realizing they’re doing it will try to use me, and by extension the readership, in unhealthy ways. Usually that’s pretty visible and I’m able to head it off, because people in that much pain aren’t subtle, but I also can’t always fix the problem, and sometimes the best I can do is silence.   

One of the reasons I stopped offering hugs to individual people and instead do the hug-for-all every Saturday is that I was beginning to get a lot of people who were using me -- using my platform to trauma-dump to a large audience, which can be emotionally gratifying but which is not behavior to encourage. It's not a healthy way to deal with pain, and it's not an appropriate way to interact with others; it doesn’t help the person in pain and it tends to isolate them because people pull away from constantly being subjected to a stranger’s suffering, especially if there’s nothing reciprocated.   

And to your credit you didn't roll up on me and just drop this pallet of understandable pain that you're feeling on my head. You wanted to hear my thoughts, which of course is gratifying to me, but also speaks to an urge in you to try and reconcile that pain, to figure out how to process it. And in opening up more about why you brought it to me, you’re now giving me context rather than, say, just yelling about people or yelling at me because I didn’t fully understand.

Ultimately, I think the message I want to convey at large is that if you (the generic, population-of-tumblr you) are in pain or sad or need help understanding something that’s causing distress, reaching out is absolutely the right thing to do. But we need to remember when we reach out that we are not asking a vending machine for a band-aid, we’re asking a whole person for their compassion, and that is not something we have a right to demand on terms we set. The easing of pain is a relationship, even if it’s only a temporary one, and a relationship is reciprocal. 

And you, Anon, personally, shouldn’t beat yourself up for not quiiiiiite getting there with the first ask -- you got a lot closer than a lot of people would. If I can put my Dad Hat on for a second, you’ve got good sound instincts, kiddo. Trust ‘em. 

#fandom interaction #trauma

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Heyyyyyyy- I don't know if you still take requests but, ok this is a little awkward so bear with me (you don't have to do it, it's just a thought)

Arthur Harrow x female reader

Readers on her period and he doesn't know until she picks him up from the psych ward and she accidentally bleeds in his (at least I think it's his) limo. She is extremely embarrassed but he's a sweetheart about it!

Idk if you feel comfortable writing this so no worries if you don't want to- it's just a nice comforting story rn.

This is a completely risky request; it was so nerve wracking to try and send this!!

thx

Well, the limo belongs to Jake but- I think we can fix that and keep going with your main idea!

(I choose to write this as a drabble because I felt it was more accurate).

A sigh of relief left your lips when you both got into the cab. Luckily the driver didn't mention anything about Arthur's clothing, and in fact, didn't make any question besides your destination.

"We'll be fine now" you murmured, giving Arthur a kind, warm look. He smiled, he had missed that face of yours so much it felt like a blessed dream. Then, your eyebrows knitted together.

"Is everything alright?" he asked in soft voice, to not alert the driver.

"Yes, yes, I just... It's nothing" you replied, struggling during the rest of the trip against the flashing pain within your guts. Yes, it had to be precisely that day, right? The only bloody day you couldn't have any mistake nor setback. Anyways, you breathed in and out a couple of times, still smiling to not worry Harrow. He didn't need that shit either, not now he had recovered his freedom.

When the cab arrived to your place, you paid the man and helped Arthur to climb the stairs. It was something you used to do in other times, when the cult (not cult, that word was dirty, it was a healthy, loving community of people who searched for peace) existed; in that time, Arthur seemed so hieratic and calmed, but he hid a disturbing secret, one you learned when you earned his trust. And now, you couldn't help but stare at his feet, as if you still cound hear the mumbled sound of broken glass.

"Thank you, (Y/N)" Arthur gave you a sof pat on your shoulder "Though I feel like you're the one in need today"

"Please, don't. Don't worry about me, Arthur" you both entered to your flat, and the man gave it a quick look.

"So, here is where you live now..."

"Yes. The commune has... well, disolved. I'm very sorry" you stared nostalgic at the little shelf across the living room. You managed to rescue some of Harrow's belongings before the diaspora, mostly small egyptian statues he had displayed in the attic from the London commune.

"Do not feel sad for those who left. We cannot control the destiny of humankind" Arthur pointed before approaching the shelf. And then, another sharp pain hit you, and you hunched embracing your tummy.

"Damn!"

"(Y/N)!" the man went towards you, holding you by the shoulders with great care "What's happening?"

You noticed the leak between your thighs, and your eyes went wide in realization and shame. Still, the cramp pain held you in that awful position for some more seconds.

"I just... please, get me into the bathroom" you pleaded, and the man helped you to reach it.

You couldn't see it, but Arthur's eyes suddenly shone in a quick, violet light that only lasted a second perhaps.

"(Y/N), are you having...?" he didn't want to make you more uncomfortable. You cocked your head, embarrased.

"I'm sorry"

"Why? It's not a big deal, I mean... it's perfectly natural, don't be ashamed of yourself. Come in" Arthur opened the bathroom door for you "Can I help you with something else?"

"I... I think I'll need some tea... It's in the cupboard, in a wooden box"

"Very well then. If you need anything, please... you can tell me"

You closed the door to take care a little of yourself. Of course you couldn't stare with the dirty clothes, so you removed them and tried to clean a little your underwear under the sink water. You took a towel and wrapped your hips with it so you could get into your room and have a proper change. You didn't like pads, but they were good for that sort of emergencies, specially since your period tended to appear in different dates so you couldn't track it. When you were done, Arthur turned off the stove, and poured the warm water in a cup.

"I think you should rest today" he recomended, handing you the cup.

"No, I'm fine-"

"You've already done a lot today, (Y/N). You took a big risk by taking me out of that place and perhaps you still don't know how big, so..."

Like if you were a little child, Arthur helped you to lay on the couch. He took a pillow and slid it under your lower back, and the sensation of something fluffy was surprisingly soothing for the cramps. You rested the cup right over your tummy and sighed.

"You still do so much for me..." you chuckled. Arthur sat on the other couch and extended one arm to caress your forehead. Your eyes went shut, the slightest touch of your beloved, praised Harrow was something you craved for everyday since you joined his community, and now, it was all yours.

Of course your hormones were playing dirty with you, and some tears shone in the corner of your eyes.

"Why crying, my dearest?" he murmured, almost purring. You rushed to rub your eyes.

"Forgive me, I... it's just I missed you"

Arthur's hand cupped your cheek, and you covered it with your own hand.

"I love you" you said without thinking, without waiting he could see the true meaning behind those words. But he shivered. He always received that kind of words, when he was a leader of something, when there were people following. Now, listening the same words when he was weak and abandoned... yeah, it felt real now.

His hand held onto yours with a soft squeeze, and you saw in his eyes the purest look of affection. The one you longed for, and then you thought there were no need of more followers or goddesses to worship. Just you and him, and a second chance to be happy.

#moon knight #moon knight series #moon knight headcanon #drabble #arthur harrow #arthur harrow x reader #ethan hawke

[tonberry-yoda]

Aaa omg hi! I saw the valentines day event and I couldn't help but partecipate, is it okay if I do? 🖤 I already had asked for a matchup, so I gotta describe my ideal first date, right?

Well, I think that my Ideal first date would be something really simple but sweet and cozy, like, I would love to just go to a cafè or even a place like a fast food, but as long as me and my date are talking a lot, getting to know each other while also having fun, with then maybe a little walking around a park or something to conclude the date, overall I would love something simple but cute, perfect for getting to know the other person! 🖤

notes 💌: hi love <333 I am so glad you got to take part in this event!! AND DUDE YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT WAS TO THINK! Like I'm actually surprised. I gave you an easy matchup last time, but I really had to dig in my mind for this one, and I think it will surprise the both of us. Thank you for all of your love and support these past few weeks! Sending lots of love and hugs <333

THE CHARACTER CUPID CHOOSES FOR YOU THIS VALENTINE’S DAY IS…

ABBACCHIO!!

i dont know why this took me so long tbh

it actually fits pretty well

i think its almost like an opposites attract moment though

so you get more talkative when you get to know someone, he doesnt really

he loves to listen to you talk though

he loves that youre funny and you can actually get him to laugh a lot and its really adorable tbh

i think he's perfectly fine with you being an emotional person. he isnt annoyed by tears (i think he used to be until you expressed to him that its healthy and he should let his feelings out) you two will sometimes have a good cry sesh and cuddles ofc

if you spoil him he gets really flustered

he'll make sure to not make you jealous though by showing how much he loves you

but seriously about the spoiling bit you would literally make this man's face red all the time

he wants to return the favor but he's too nervous <3

he thinks its cool that you're this cosmic witch

teach him about it

do a tarot reading for him

he loves it and is just entranced by you

honestly, when he's feeling extra attracted to you, he calls it witchcraft and you just giggle about it

i feel like he's not big on videogames, but he'll watch you

horror movies he can get down with though

lots of cuddles while watching them fr

YOUR BOTH GOTH ICONS

you both strut around looking like VAMPIRES OMFG

like imagine both wearing corsets and strutting down the street

amazing fr

just know you got yourself a man who will remind you how much he loves you and who gets flustered, even if it's hard for him to show how much he loves you <3

💌 HOW WOULD HE ASK YOU TO BE HIS VALENTINE??

he would leave you a long letter talking about how much he loves you. he would also leave a bottle of perfume for you that smells like roses. the letter would be two pages long just talking about how much you mean to him and at the bottom in cursive it would say "oh yeah, and do you want to be my valentine?"

💌 VALENTINE’S DAY DATE

You had woken up to a lovely letter from Abbacchio and a smile quickly plastered onto your face as you threw your arms around him. He blushed and held you close. "I know it was cheesy, but-" "No!" You exclaimed, pulling away from the hug. "Not cheesy at all! I thought it was lovely, Leone." "R-Really?" You couldn't help but blush at his bright red face. "Yes, of course love. So," you sat at the table, crossing one leg over the other. "Do you have any plans for the day?" "I was wondering if you wanted to go to a cafe or something. Maybe get some coffee and then go on a walk?" You beamed. "Yes! That sounds great! I'll go get dressed!" You ran off and grabbed the most romantic outfit you could find for such a lovely holiday. You twirled at your reflection and ran back downstairs to find Abbacchio holding a bouquet of flowers, looking incredibly handsome. "Oh, Leone," you smirked and adjusted the collar of his shirt. "You shouldn't have." He pressed a kiss onto your forehead and you took the flowers happily, letting him lead you out the door. You decided to walk to the cafe as it wasn't far and once you were there, you two talked for a couple hours, just drinking coffee and ordering dozens of pastries. You couldn't help but feel in heaven in complete disbelief that you were on a date with this man. Once you were all filled up and the bill was paid, the rest of the day was spent exploring Italy, looking at the architecture and nature. You were happier than ever. "Happy Valentine's Day, Leone," you said, clutching onto his arm. "I love you." <3

~~~~~

mystery date rules | pinned post @tonberry-yoda

#mystery date #leone abbacchio #abbacchio #leone abbacchio x reader #abbacchio x reader #jjba #jjba x reader #matchup #matchups #my writing #writing

[leaderintitleonly]

Anonymous asked:

You a fan Bianca from the rescuers. Do you have any hcs on her?

You have caught me between naps, Anon. :) I am. She doesn't occupy as much headspace as a few other characters, but she's always there. She's part of why I'm adopted. My mother had a fascination with Jungle Book and The Rescuers and here I am. Disney movies are why my mother chose adoption and wanted the adoption to be healthy. So she's in there, sort of just quietly just drinking some tea and acknowledging everyone quietly. - Bianca has two sisters. She's the youngest. Yes I think you know where I'm borrowing it from. - Bianca once dreamed of having an acting career when she was younger. Her parents were able to afford singing lessons with a neighbor. Acting was going to come later, but that never happened. - She has her mother's recipe for zöldborsó főzelék when she's feeling especially sad. - Bianca's immigration was through an agency that was affiliated with the Rescue Aid Society. Once she was in New York, she realized she could give back and decided that her dreams of being an actress could be put on hold. It's still on hold. She'll get back to it eventually, she's sure. She's also motivated to help because of the things she saw while leaving home. If it was terrible for mice, then it was terrible for humans. - It took her a few years to work her way up to represent Hungary in the Rescue Aid Society. Before that, she did a lot of paperwork and behind the scenes things. - Bianca loves fine fashion, but it stems from a practical reason. If something is well-made, she intends to keep it forever. She hates throwing perfectly good things out. Her purple hat and matching scarf are one of the few things she brought when she immigrated. - On that note, she sometimes is a little reluctant to throw anything away if she can put it to good use. It might take Bernard convincing her the item has outlived its usefulness or is beyond repair. - She's a bit of a flirt. But I think you knew that. It comes in handy to secure something for a mission. (She's sorry, Bernard. But you prefer first class instead of Orville and Wilbur, right?) - She's Jewish. Of the animated universe, there seems to be a lot of Jewish mice. Count her among them. - Chocolate is one of her favorite indulgences. Finding a square of dropped chocolate or a stray chocolate chip is a happy day for her. Chocolate used to be a luxury but now she can find it regularly enough and share it with Bernard. That's... it. Sorry that took a little bit to write. I had to collect my thoughts for a moment. No one really asks me so I just kind of sit here with my thoughts until somebody asks... Thank you!

#doc's mun speaks #hiiii waves slowly you woke me from my nap hiiiii

[running-on-narrativium]

Incorrect Discworld Quotes Part Two:

Lady Margolotta: “I gave him worth.”

Glenda, pointing at Nutt: “No, messed up a perfectly good Orc is what you did. Look at him, he has anxiety!

***

(When Carrot first joined the Watch)

Nobby, being a bad influence: “It might toughen you up if you were to use more... colorful language.”

Carrot: “Ohh, you're gonna teach me how to talk in colors?”

***

Adora Belle: “Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?”

Of the Twilight the Darkness: “S’ kind of complicated, but Mr. Slightly Damp-“

Adora Belle, very familiar with the shenanigans her husband gets into at this point: “Got it. Forget I asked.”

***

Sam: “I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.”

Sybil: “But, Sam, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.”

Sam: “ Dear…are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?”

Sybil:“Is it working?”

***

Ridcully: ““Because of reasons” is always a legitimate reason.”

The Librarian: “Ook.” (Translation: “”Because screw you, that’s why” is also acceptable.”

Ponder: “For science” is a good excuse.”

Rincewind: “Don’t forget “The stars are not in position” as a perfect reason not to do something.”

***

Cheery: “No, I’m not tired of being nice, yes I still wanna go Librarian. These things can coexist, stop asking me.”

Cheery: “I wanna go Librarian but like, in a kind and respectful way.”

***

Drumknott, stuck on an adventure with Moist: “Oh good! I was hoping to add theft, endangerment, and INSANITY to my list of things I did today!”

Moist: “Ha ha, you too?”

***

Sally: “Dumbest scar stories, go!”

Cheery: “I burned my tongue drinking tea.”

Angua: “I dropped a hair dryer on my foot.”

Reg: “I have a piece of graphite in my leg from accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil.”

Fred: I” was taking soup off of the stove and spilled it on my hand.”

Visit: “I have emotional scars.”

***

Shine of the Rainbow, affectionately: “We are an unusual couple you know.”

Nobby: “Oh, I don’t think that was ever in question.”

***

Rincewind: “SHIT, I’M LATE FOR CLASS!”

Rincewind, going back to sleep: “Oh wait, I’m an adult…”

Rincewind, waking up again: “I’M A PROFESSOR!”

***

Sally: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group clacks?

Visit: Language!

Cheery: Yeah watch your fucking language.

Angua: OKAY WHO TAUGHT CHEERY THE FUCK WORD?

Reg: 'The fuck word'.

Carrot : Are you serious? You three use the f word all the time.

Angua: Oh my gods he censored it…

Sally: Say fuck, Carrot.

Reg: Do it, Captain. Say fuck.

Visit: CAPTAIN, DO NOT- THINK OF YOUR SOUL!!

***

Juliet: “You always see the worst in people.”

Glenda: “Yeah, because people are the worst.”

#mushrooms and snails: shine of the rainbow #call me jewels!: juliet #vetinari’s terrier: vimes #the ol’ razzle dazzle: moist #this is me: cheery #one in a million chance: sam x sybil

[yuriko-mukami]

Hi how are you!. I'm Anyi Ishikawa and I wanted to know if I could ask you some questions.

1:. Which Ruki's route do you like the most?

2:. Why did you fall in love with Ruki?

3: Which drama CD do you like the most or do you find it funny?

4: do you like any other character? (Sakamaki, mukami, Tsukinami or kino)

5: Do you think Ruki would be a good father? (Since he raised Shin's son in one of the bad endings)

That's all the questions :D . (Your OC is very cute (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`))

(( Hello dear, nice to meet you~

Sure you can ask questions. Asks are always welcome ^^ I try to answer as well as I can.

1:. Which Ruki's route do you like the most?

I still have his Lunatic Parade route to play, so I can't be sure if that ends up to be my favorite... but anyway. This is a difficult question because I honestly have loved all his routes so far. Each and every one of them has its intriguing moments.

Maybe Dark Fate? It felt so compelling and lured me in very strongly. It stirred up so many emotions and touched my heart deeply, so it kind of left a mark on my soul. Buuuut More Blood was the game that made me fall for Ruki and Lost Eden deepened that love even more... and Chaos Lineage somehow gave me both DF and MB vibes at the same time, so... I just can't say for sure which of his routes I like the most. I enjoyed Vandead Carnival too but it was rather light-hearted fanservice, I think.

2:. Why did you fall in love with Ruki?

(( Gosh, you ask difficult questions! But don't worry that's perfectly fine.

Why indeed? Believe it or not, Ruki annoyed me at first the most. In the beginning, I saw him as the most annoying man ever. He felt so strict, stern, stubborn, and pushy... and well, he still is all that. But the thing is, my annoyance is sometimes a sign of crush and that happened with Ruki. It just took time before I could admit that... So, I guess I just liked him from the very first moment but struggled to see it. Damn, this is embarrassing.

But still, it took a while for me to really fall in love with him. It was probably because we share interests, his complexness intrigues my mind and his past experiences touched my heart. He can be really seductive too, and that was the reason he sneaked his way past my annoyance. And I love this side of him a lot still.

But Ruki is more than a good-looking and hot vampire. He is an interesting person to talk with; I'm fascinated by his intelligence and conversation skills and his love for literature is a nice plus side too. His family orientation warms my heart, and I feel like he is someone I can trust. He also has his sadistic and dominant side... and that just works for me.

I know that Ruki has done terrible deeds and that his jealous and possessive side is anything but healthy... but even with his faults I just can't help but love him.

Aside from canon material, I need to mention that @ask-ruki-mukami is partly responsible for my deep love for Ruki.

So, why did I fall in love with Ruki? I guess he just was there offering me what I've yearned for, checking all those little boxes for the perfect boyfriend and Master husbando.

3: Which drama CD do you like the most or do you find it funny?

(( I still haven't listened to them all, so it's difficult to say. I liked Zero a lot though. And I have the Lost Eden Stella Set CD which has three tracks for Ruki (there are also Shuu, Kou, and Subaru). That's kind of my comfort CD. Sometimes when I can't sleep I just listen to those Ruki tracks.

But maybe the funniest drama CD I've listened to so far was actually the one with the Sakamakis drinking vampire juice.

4: do you like any other character? (Sakamaki, mukami, Tsukinami or kino)

(( Yes! I do like all the other Mukamis... but I kind of see them like brothers or family members, if that makes sense. I don't have any romantic feelings for them. I also like Shuu and Subaru a lot.

A few people have said to me that I will like Carla once I play his routes. So far I still haven't played any, so I can't really say... but he has caught my interest a bit. He is kind of annoying though.

5: Do you think Ruki would be a good father? (Since he raised Shin's son in one of the bad endings)

(( I think Ruki could struggle with parenthood actually. He has a difficult past and becoming a father could bring out his trauma again, so there is a lot for him to work through at least.

Other than that Ruki is very possessive and jealous. He would be like this with his wife and children too. The way he behaves sometimes isn't something children should see from their father. But at the same time, he is family-oriented and I can believe he would want to do what is the best for his family, keep them safe and arrange everything as perfectly as he could. He would be a very strict but loving father, still, he would have his bad and weak moments too.

So, how do I imagine it... Ruki would try his very best but still, he would fail at times, sometimes even in a terrible way. I can't really give a direct "yes" or "no" answer here. But in my heart, I want to believe in him.

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I guess that was all the answers. Sorry that this turned out so long. I'm bad at giving short answers and ponder probably more than I should. But feel free to drop by in my ask box whenever!

Also, I'm so happy to hear that you find Yuriko cute! 🥺 That warms my heart! 🥰

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