—>“I am brilliant, thank you very much. But if you don’t have a form of
payment, I’m afraid I will have to decline your proposal.” You fall to your knees,
hands clasped together, “Please, Namjoon; I’m willing to do anything.” The last word causes him
to look away from his book and down at you, taking in your rather pathetic
A smirk stretches across his lips,
A/N: Joonie can tutor me any day ;) hope you guys like this part one/intro of this series (i’m thinking three parts?)! xoxo
Could you write a post about INTJs and why they fail. Examine some of the popular INTJs and explain why they failed. For ex. Voldemort, etc. also maybe how they can succeed. I'm not evil,I swear.
Sure you’re not. But if you take over the world, I want in.
(Notice how my brain immediately switched to “villain” after you said “popular” simply because you used Voldemort as an example. I love my INTJ villains, so if you were hoping for something other than villains, it sucks to be you.)
Many INTJ villains fail because they have to; fiction usually dictates the good guys win (unless you are George R.R. Martin), so the INTJ has to make some stupid nonsensical mistake that their Te would probably not make in real life. Such as: leaving the hero alive (so he can cause trouble later) rather than shooting him in the face. Or stopping to boast about what a genius you are, which gives him time to figure out how to stop your maniacal plan.
If Te-using villains were like actual evil Te’s and had zero moral foundation, the movie or television series would be short, because they would simply “deal with the problem” (Te) and kill the heroes right out of the gate. Like, for example (because I love using him as one) – the cardinal in The Musketeers TV show. The series does an excellent job of establishing him as a solid Ni-Te thinking villain, where most of his decisions and evil actions are motivated through Te.
But then, there’s Lady deWinter.
As my INTJ friend pointed out, from a detached “villain” perspective, she is a loose cannon and if this were real life, and the cardinal really was a narcissist incapable of mercy (thus without any moral conscience), killing her would be the most rational solution (Te), because she endangers him at every turn. He cannot control her, she frequently screws up his plans, and threatens to ‘out’ him through association. She’s a psychopath, which means she could turn on him. Any evil INTJ would know this right out of the gate.
But because the screenwriters “like” her, and want her in the plot, the INTJ villain lets her live, in a colossal betrayal of his functional development.
That’s just an example of real life villainy vs. contrived writing. ;)
(If you want to avoid your villain murdering your hero, but still have an NTJ villain, make damn sure it’s not a “convenient” out unworthy of strong Te. Either he never managed to get his hands on your hero, or he has a rational reason for letting him live. Your hero has to be smarter than the evil NTJ villain.)
Anyway, side trip, back to the main point: INTJs fail because of poor Se.
Se is what grounds a Ni into reality. Unless an INTJ develops it, their futuristic vision or expectation lacks realistic expectations. Their perception about people, situations, or ideas will be wrong. They can become so obsessed with their dream of what the future will be, that they neglect to look around them and see what’s happening right now. And, a poor Se will make them “lazy” and “unmotivated,” so they may sit around and scheme or dream or plan and never actually get up and do anything to make those visions real.
(Example of extreme inferior-Se laziness: the cardinal telling deWinter to plant evidence in someone’s room, when he could walk upstairs and do it himself. :P)
OR… they will act irrationally and impulsively with Se, and ruin the entire thing, because FOR ONCE they didn’t think first and then can’t scramble fast enough (more poor Se) to cover their tracks (see the Musketeers season one two-part finale for a great example of the cardinal doing this).
Voldemort failed because of his arrogance. He was intelligent enough to assume he had covered all his bases and that no one could beat him. He failed because he could not adapt to his environment (bad Se). He failed because he was so fixated on making his personal vision of the future real (I will never die, I will be invincible) he did not look around or bother internalizing the meaning of Potter. He focused on the threat and missed everyone’s motivations. Because he is poor at Fi, he made a mistake common to Te users (good or bad): he underestimated how much people care.
Voldemort murdered Lily Potter, which turned Snape against him. He assumed it would not matter. He was wrong. That killed him long before his actual death. He was dead the minute he discounted Snape’s feelings.
You see this in a “good” INTJ character in the Wolf Hall books who makes the same mistake when he arranges a rational marriage for Henry VIII (a foreign princess, an alliance, everyone wins!) and then forced him to hold to it, due to diplomacy, even though Henry hated her. Cromwell signed his death certificate the minute he did that.
What is RATIONAL is not always good for people’s feelings.
Almost all INTJ villains fall into one of these traps: bad Se (misjudging situations, being delusional, failing to adapt in a dangerous situation, or acting impulsively at the wrong moment, because they cannot sense the right moment) or Te devaluation of others’ emotions (killing someone another person cares about, which causes them to turn on them later).
Non-villains still make these mistakes, but there’s nothing vindictive behind it.
Now, how as a sane, moral human being can you succeed?:
Develop your Se. Stop just trusting your hunches and look for evidence. Stop fixating on the future and engage with the present. Stop standing on the sidelines and physically engage with the world once in awhile. Stop being so intellectual that you are a physically lazy human being.
Develop your Fi. If you dismiss and belittle people, sneer at them, etc., they will not like you. To get anywhere in this world, people must like you. Healthy Te understands the world is “give and take” and unnecessary drama, insults, sarcasm, etc., is unprofessional and immature. You need not engage with people’s feelings, but you must respect them and the power they have over other people, even if they seem silly.
Don’t be afraid to take a chance. Sometimes, you have to stop thinking and try. If you fail, you recoup and try again. We are not defined by our failures, but by our willingness to keep trying.
Give yourself reasonable goals. Ones you can work toward in the short and long term, which will allow you to see you are moving forward. If you develop your Se enough, your goals will be achievable, because you will have a sense of how much you can do. Using Te too much will wear you out, so pace yourself.
what about lance feeling so worthless and having such low-self esteem that he tries to crack jokes and one of the paladins snap at him for being annoying and that /breaks/ him. that's his breaking point. and he just looses it. but he doesn't say anything. he just nods. when really he knows hes a disappointment to his team and is no help at all. and that nobody takes him seriously. how can he be a paladin and protect people when everyone thinks hes just a mistake? hell what if growing up he (1/2)
felt like a total screw up? he has a big family, right? what if in his family he has all these sibilings who r seen as successful and intellgient and he’s just looked down on as ‘Lance’. that one guy who everyone thinks can’t accomplish anything. and he tries /so/ hard, but he fails. every time. he didn’t ask to become a paladin. he didn’t ask for any of this. he never did.
“I never asked for it to be this way! I never asked to be made a paladin!”
Hello friends! This is a very spontaneous idea I had that pretty much created itself while I wrote it. I apologize if anything doesn’t make sense or if there are grammar mistakes. Hope you’re all well and doing great. x
Plot: H is pretty damn sure that Y/N is in love with him.
Warnings: None, this is pretty much just a romantic story.
I can’t take credit for this picture but oh god just imagine you’d have him look at you like this.
Harry knew I was in love with him. He could tell in the way my eyes lit up with warmth and light the moment they found his face. He felt it in every touch my fingertips made with his skin as they never failed to be gentle and soft with him, almost as if I feared he would disappear should I dare pressing too hard. Harry thought the depths of my feelings were very clear to hear in my voice, since whenever I spoke to him there was nothing but pure adoration in my tone. Harry knew. And it made him feel happier than he had believed a man was capable of feeling.
“I can’t tell you what it is, man,” he confessed to his friend John one night, “I just know, you know?”
John took a sip from his drink and watched with an amused expression how his friend’s cheeks flushed at the thought of his best friend fancying him. It was strange, he found, how a man who was admired and loved so widely by different people, got all flustered and pink when thinking about just one girl who he so desperately hoped would love him.
“And you love her as well?” John wanted to know, a smirk pulling at his mouth since he was quite certain he already knew the answer to his question.
Harry looked up, teeth pulling and biting at his bottom lip while his hair was sticking into all kinds of directions. He looked almost like a child, deeply stuck in thoughts it didn’t understand.
He nodded shyly. “I think I do.”
The words were quiet and the moment they left his lips Harry’s orbs fell back to his hands and the pink shade on his cheeks deepened. He reminded John much of a school boy, cheeky and unsure in the world of lovers.
“Mate,” John chuckled, “You can’t claim to know for sure how someone else is feeling and be so uncertain about your own emotions.”
Harry shrugged and swallowed hard. “I just think… I mean it’s not that simple, is it? Especially with Y/N since she’s just the best person ever. If m’right and she does love me then that means so much more than if someone else did.”
“You value her a lot.”
“Course I do.”
John grinned. “Are we having this conversation ‘cause you want me to confirm that she’s got the hots for you or because you want me to confirm that you’ve got them for her?”
“I need you to tell me what to do,” Harry murmured.
His hands, heavily decorated with rings and tattoos, shook with the anxiety of being so open and honest about a secret he’d held close to his heart for so long.
John shrugged. “I think you should just ask her if your assumption is correct. Be upfront about it and don’t mess around. She’s the kind of person who appreciates honesty and you two are so tight together I doubt it’d be awkward even if you were wrong.”
“But you don’t think I could be wrong, right?”
“No, Harry, don’t worry about that. I’m sure Y/N’s into you, too.”
And so all Harry needed to do was pull out his phone, take a deep breath and click the tiny phone symbol next to my name. Of course I didn’t let him wait for too long and instead answered to his call almost immediately.
“Hello, Harry! How are you?”
John’s eyebrows arched. When he called me I never sounded even half as excited as I did upon receiving Harry’s. He didn’t take any offense though and only felt happier for his friend.
“M’good, love,” Harry hummed, “And you?”
“I’m great. Better now that you’re calling me, actually. What’s up?”
Harry cleared his throat. John nudged his leg with his foot and mouthed the words spit it out.
“Listen, I- well I got something I want to talk to you about. Preferably not over the phone. S’nothing bad though, love, don’t you worry ‘bout it.”
“Okay,” I paused, unsure of what I should think. His words did little to easy the excitement his words caused in my belly.
“Can you meet me at my place in say 30 minutes?”
“Sure,” I agreed, “of course. You’re alright, aren’t you?”
“I’m fine, promise,” Harry chuckled, his heart nearly bursting at the care in my voice.
“Great. I’ll see you in a bit then.”
“See you, love.”
The moment he set his phone back down John clapped his hands. “I’m a matchmaker!”
“Hardly,” Harry rolled his eyes but his wide grin had both dimples show their presence in his cheeks, “Fuck m’nervous. I really shouldn’t be I mean… she’s my best friend. I know her really well and feel so good when m’with her… shouldn’t be all scared to see her in a moment.”
“I think it’s the fact that you’re so close with her that’s making you so nervous, mate. But it’s also why I think her reply doesn’t really matter that much. Nothing could separate the two of you anyway so… whatever she says, it’ll be alright.”
Harry nodded, his cheeks puffing as air left his mouth in a huff. “Fuck.”
John left shortly after, leaving Harry a mess of nerves and worries. He couldn’t breathe. All confidence his mind had held only moments ago, all certainty that I was in love with him… well Harry wasn’t sure if he’d imagined half of the signs he’d believed in.
When I stepped into his apartment I could feel how something was different than usual. There was no music, that was the first clue. Normally Harry had either rock classics blasting through his home or the cheesiest pop music he could have found. I swore to him once that I would turn right back around without giving him a proper hello should I ever open his door and find ‘I swear’ by All-4-one playing again. But now that his home was silent I wished he’d play something stupid, anything that would indicate he wasn’t as worried and desperate as his voice had sounded when he called. I wondered what could be wrong with him and only hoped it really was nothing bad like he’d claimed.
“Harry?” I called as I shrugged off my jacket and slipped off my shoes, “Where are you?”
With socked feet I went to search for my best friend only to discover him sitting at his kitchen counter, eyes fixated on his phone, seemingly unaware that I’d stepped into his flat. Gently I knocked against the doorframe before walking up to him and wrapping his body into my embrace, taking advantage of his sitting position as it allowed me to be taller than him for once. My chest pressed to his back while my arms slung around his neck and when I nuzzled my face into his shoulder I could hear him chuckle breathlessly.
“Hey,” he hummed. His hands reached up and took my wrists in a gentle hold and squeezed them. “You alright? Did you get here good?”
“Yes to both,” I murmured before kissing his temple softly.
I pulled my arms from him and moved to hop onto the kitchen counter so my legs were dangling next to where he was sitting. When he looked up to me my heart dropped to the very bottom of my stomach and I immediately reached out to touch his hair and scratch his head.
“Hey,” I asked quietly, “What’s the matter?”
His eyes were big, his lips bitten raw and his cheeks pale. I’d spent a lot of time with him and been part of many important moments in his life but never before had he looked this much like a mess of nerves. And not knowing what the matter with him was worried me greatly. His head leaned into my palm.
“Y/N?” he asked timidly, “We’re quite… You n’me are pretty close, right?”
“I’d say so, yes,” I chuckled nervously, shrinking under the intensity of his eyes, “You’re the only one I feel comfortable enough with that I just march into his home without knocking first.”
He smiled. “S’pretty deep bond then, huh?”
I nodded with a soft smile. “Definitely.”
“So,” Harry began, “I can talk to you ‘bout pretty much anything, can’t I? Ask whatever I want?”
He moved his chair and slowly raised to his feet. I leaned back and watched him step closer, close enough so his thighs brushed my knees where I remained sitting on the cold stone counter.
“You’re my favorite person, Harry,” I breathed, my hand reaching out to rub his arm, “Of course you can.”
But he couldn’t. He tried, he really did, but whenever his head formed the words he wanted to speak his throat closed up on him and left him staring at the girl before him as if he were frozen in time. His mouth was slightly parted and his breathing made his chest move irregularly. John was a dick, Harry thought, why had he made all of this seem so easy? And why did he think nothing would change no matter my answer? Everything was on the line here! Then again… he couldn’t just be my friend anymore.
His hands grasped my hips and pulled me to him so I was sitting on the edge of the counter. I shuddered when he nudged my knees apart, encouraging me to let him stand between them and with that came even closer to me. My heart leaped and I shakily moved to rest both hands on his shoulders, similar to how I’d done only minutes ago but for some reason this felt much more… intimate. He had my thighs holding his hips to my body and when he leaned in even closer his breath fanned over my face. His nose nudged mine, making me whimper quietly and he smiled, smiled at how happy he felt in that moment. All of a sudden he was sure again. There was no way I would let him be this close if I didn’t love him back. And of course he wasn’t wrong. My heart beat rapidly for him and in that moment it was hard to hide. I didn’t really want to hide it any longer either. I loved the guy. What was wrong with that? That’s why I think it was me who closed the last bit of distance between us by pressing a kiss to his pretty mouth, simply unable to ignore the intense electricity that pulled me to him. But it was him who deepened what was an innocent and small gesture. He went for it. When he kissed me his tongue licked into my mouth hungrily and it surprised me that he didn’t even try to disguise his desperation for… me. Me. His friend. His lips were warm and so soft they weakened my knees and I was glad we hadn’t started this standing up but with me in a sitting position. Otherwise I was sure I would have collapsed right there. I embraced him tighter and kissed back eagerly, my hands clutched his neck and jaw while his moved up and down my sides, almost as if he couldn’t quite comprehend that I was really there. I whimpered and he responded by pushing my hair off my shoulder and move his head so he could kiss down the skin of my neck, finally giving me a chance to breathe.
“Hey,” I whispered, “Harry, slow down.”
My eyes fell shut at the tickling sensation of his lips kissing and nipping on my sensitive skin. But this was Harry so of course so my quiet words had him press one final kiss to my shoulder before pulling back. His gaze found mine and my stomach fluttered.
“You okay?” he asked in a quiet and hoarse voice.
Shakily I touched my fingers to his red and swollen lips and I giggled at how adorably tousled he looked.
“What are you laughing at me for?” Harry chuckled, his eyes wide and full of humor.
“You look adorable,” I admitted openly, “And I’m more than okay.”
“Oh, really,” His hand found mine, “Well I think you look beautiful.”
I’m pretty sure my heart stopped beating. The most beautiful person I knew thought I was beautiful, too? Harry hummed.
“And while I’m glad you’re okay, why’d you want me to stop?” His head came closer again and I suppressed a moan when he pressed another warm kiss to the skin just below my left ear.
I shrugged him off and forced him back with a soft push to his shoulders, “Because I want to know what’s going on with you. Why are you… why did we just kiss?”
“You’re not happy with me?” Harry looked at me with knotted brows and worried eyes.
“Of course I am,” I reassured him quickly, “I’m just very surprised. You’re my best friend.”
Harry groaned and this time when he leaned in to burry his face in my neck I let him. “Want to be more.”
His arms circled my waist and he moaned lowly when my legs wrapped around him and pulled him in closer.
“More than my friend?” I asked, scared of his reply.
Though there was nobody I would want to have this kind of secrets with, there was nobody other than Harry I would ever feel comfortable enough with that I’d let him touch me this way, let him talk to me like this. I felt him nod and I bit back a giggle when his hair tickled my skin.
“I do, too,” I admitted, then with a deep breath I decided to just tell him: “I love you, Harry.”
His laugh fell against my throat and I gently wrapped his neck and shoulders into my embrace again. I needed him to be physically close, because never before had I felt more intimate with him than I did now. Harry’s cheek pressed to the side of my neck before he pulled back slowly and with a short kiss to the corner of my mouth he murmured:
“I really love you, Y/N. More than a best friend should.”
“Far more,” I agreed.
We smiled at each other. How lucky were we? We’d found each other without even needing to search. His nose brushed mine in a playful gesture.
“I knew,” he confessed with a confident smirk, “Knew you loved me. I fucking knew all along.”
I kicked the back of his thigh with my foot, at least I tried, without removing my legs from around his waist, making him laugh and respond by tickling my hips.
“Liar. You were shitting yourself only moments ago.”
“I was,” Harry admitted easily, “But it was worth it. You’re… my girlfriend now, aren’t you?”
He hesitated. How could Harry be so unsure even now that he knew I loved him? How could he for a moment think that I wouldn’t want to be with him? I nodded and then took hold of his jaw to encourage him closer and connect our lips, hoping he would know through this kiss, just like he claimed to have known of my feelings for him, that he made me feel like I was the luckiest person to walk this world.
lines from Dear Evan Hansen that I can’t stop thinking about
all of Waving Through a Window, but especially “on the outside always looking in. will I ever be more than I’ve always been?”
and “it’s like I never made a sound. will I ever make a sound?”
“and I suddenly feel the branch give way”
“you will be found”
“I’ve got to find a way to stop it, stop it! just let me off!”
ALL of Words Fail, but especially “cause I’ve learned to slam on the brake before I even turn the key, before I make the mistake, before I lead with the worst of me. I never let them see the worst of me” ;___;
and “all I ever do is run”
“and I knew I’d come up short a million different ways. and I did, and I do, and I will”
ALL OF THE SUNLIGHT IMAGERY HOLY SHIT
from “step out, step out of the sun if you keep getting burned”
to “I climb higher and higher, I climb until the entire sun shines on my face”
to “so let the sun come streaming in, cause you’ll reach up and you’ll rise again”
and finally, to: “so how do I step in, step into the sun?”
and that last, quiet, “all I see is sky for forever…”
It’s never too late to reconsider, reassess your situation and start anew. Look at Colin Farrell, he tried his hands at blockbusters and failed. Instead, he started to look for collaborations with filmmakers that would help him express himself more creatively. He’s making waves in Cannes today after The Killing of a Sacred Deer. When he made a blockbuster again, he had a supporting role that’s well written, ran away with it & stole the scene. Look at him talk in SAG conversations; HUGE difference. He’s growing & rising. He made mistakes, learned from them and came back even stronger. That’s the kind of actors I like.
Even though you didn’t want to, you remembered it just as if it had only happened a day ago.
You could feel the same ache in your chest you felt when you walked on him fucking his stylist on the bed you two shared. You remembered that guilty look in his eyes as he practically jumped off her, pulling up his pants as he chased you into the living room; grabbing your arm as he tried to pull you to him.
“Y/n, please I- I swear it’s not what it looks like..” “Please, please don’t go..”
His pleading had only shattered your heart even more. How could he think you were that stupid- that you’d just sit there and allow him, the man you gave up everything to be with, to cheat on you yet still put his hands and lips on you?
You remember the day you left South Korea without saying a word to him or your- his friends. The skies were gray, gloomy and rain poured down- delaying your flight until it stopped. You remember how it felt getting on that plane and coming back home with nothing but a broken heart.
It had been months, almost a year, since then, but you still felt that same pain all over- it wasn’t a pain that wouldn’t heal like a broken bone or a scrape on your knee, it’d stay with you for the rest of your life.
You let out a shaky sigh as you checked your phone, the time eleven o’clock brightly flashed on the screen before you turned it off; tossing it over to the opposite side of the bed. They always said love and your first true heartache would hurt like no other, but you had no idea it’d feel as if you were rotting away inside.
Sitting up, your shaggy hair cascaded just past your breasts as you combed your fingers through it before standing from your spot; wincing only slightly as the roar of thunder practically shook your small apartment. Funny how memories, no matter how scarring they are, can be triggered by something as simple as the weather.
This brings their relationship totally to another level!
Hinata has developed his sense of the game to the point he pays attention to things about their quicks that just Kageyama was used to notice.
CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT COULD HAPPEN LATER
I mean, they will soon get to the point where they just look at each other and instantly know what the other is thinking without even speaking.
This gives me so much life you have no idea.
P.S. also, they’re so fucking handsome here ~♡
EDIT: Someone made me notice that there was a mistake in the translation and actually they say different things.
I guess this is an epic fail, hahaha :’)
But they’re awesome anyway and the correct version confirms that Hinata’s getting stronger ♡
“You got no place to hide” “You’ll be wishing you had listened when you meet your demise" “Hey, can you watch where you’re going?“ “Well, I wasn’t really going for decorative, exactly” “What are those?” “Well played, well played” “I guarantee you I’m not the only smart, perceptive person to make that mistake” “You know she can tell when you decline a call, right?” “I need you to do something for me” "What are you waiting for?” “I want you to have it” “It’s a family heirloom” “It’s for the best” "Hey, sorry I’m late” "It’s already happening” “We both knew this time was coming” “The city’s not that safe right now” "Do I smell chicken cacciatore?” “I’m biologically and legally an adult” “My life couldn’t be more mundane” "So, you have no one?” “Looking good, let’s go” “This is what our target looks like" “I’m feeling inspired" “How can I not know who you are?” “Has that line seriously ever worked for you?” “Okay, could you stop making me feel insane?” “Could you stop acting that way?“ “I’m gonna go fail with you” “Are you looking to score?” “Well, you’re outnumbered here” “Oh, I like our odds” “I mean, I was drugged, right?” “Are you even listening to me?“ “I think I killed a guy” “What is going on? Am I going insane?” "What does that even mean?” “You cannot be near me” “What did you do?” “Why can’t we just call the police?” “Keep this with you and think of me when you wear it” “Trust your instincts” “You’re more powerful than you know” “Everything I’ve done, every mistake I’ve made was because I love you more than words” “Trust no one else” "Remember, I love you” “It’s 2:00 in the morning. What are you doing here so late?“ “It could take a while” “They mean nothing to me" “I’m sorry?“ “I can’t think!” “What, no "thank you” for saving your life?“ "Why why is the room swirling?” “It’s that bad?” "I have no idea what you’re talking about” "You really don’t know much, do you?” “Where is “here” exactly?“ “How do you know that?” “You know what? Dial it down a notch” "You don’t find that strange?” "I’m the best chance you’ve got” “How come you haven’t answered your phone in two days?” “I have to get dressed” “I guess next time I’ll just let you die" “You’ll get it eventually" “Let me take you home” “Just because you couldn’t find it doesn’t mean it isn’t there"
Heeey 💕 Can I request a Klaus one shot? Where he and the reader got married when they were human, and the reader become and original too… but a couple of centuries later she died making Klaus to lose control and becoming the evil King we know… but under strangers circumstances she is back to life in New Orleans in actual times, with Hope and Hayley, and they get together after all this time and she can help her family in all the troubles… Very fluff and cute Please and Thank u!!! 🙏🏼🙏🏼
Warnings: mentions of death but it gets really fluffy, I promise!
I haven’t started season two yet so I’m really sorry that I changed your request a bit and please forgive any grammar mistakes, I’m still learning and I hope to improve my writing! I hope you like it anyway! <3
Plot: Niklaus Mikaelson was different back in the years, he had a bright future in front of him and wanted to live happily with his wife Y/N. But when both became Original Vampires their life changed, leading to centuries of running away from Mikael, who wanted to kill them all. When Mikael kills her with the white oak stake, Niklaus’s broken. But now an unexpected surprise brings Niklaus back to life.
Long time ago there was a prince.
He was kind, had a good soul and wanted to live a happy forever after. When he walked by, every head turned to look at him, he was charming, everyone felt attracted to him as if he was a magnet; but he only cared about one single person in the village and it was her.
She was his princess, she was his happy forever after: she had those h/c hair falling down her shoulders, those pink lips and bright red cheeks, and those eyes - oh, those e/c eyes - they could’ve melted a heart made of ice. And like in most wonderful fairytales, they got married, they were happy. They would’ve spent their days together and eventually die at an old age.
This was their happy forever after.
But not all fairytales end happily, we all know, because every fairytale has a witch. The prince’s mother was a powerful witch who wanted to protect her family from an horrible threat, werewolves. Werewolves had already killed one of her sons and she couldn’t let it happen again; she wanted her sons to be more powerful, faster… and deadly. But the prince wanted his princess to be just like him so one night, when the spell was completed, they woke up different. After that night their lives would have changed forever, because one of the advantages of being a monster was immortality.
But one day it happened to them to discover what their true nature was. Screams could be heard from the village, the news spread as soon as light:
a monster killed somebody, and it happened to be her.
“I can’t believe what I’ve just done, Niklaus!” She screamed in fear, her pink lips now covered in bright red blood, her eyes screaming with her, “I’ve killed a person! I felt the desire to bleed dry that poor woman, I felt sick happiness doing it!” Her hands were shaking and the Prince took them carefully in his.
“Y/N, love, we can get through this together.” He tried to say but she cut him off, now tears were streaming down her bloody cheeks. “I’m a murderer!” The Prince didn’t say anything but wrapped his arms around her tightly, as she sobbed loudly, still screaming in pain. Niklaus didn’t want to admit it, but his Mother created a new specie of immortal predators, blood lusting.
After that night she wasn’t the same, she was weak and didn’t want to go outside, she even threw her Solar Ring away, which allowed vampires to be exposed to solar rays. Niklaus wanted to be strong for her, but the hunger chaught him off of guard, and at his first kill, he discovered to be a werewolf.
Our fairytale was slowly shifting into an horrible story.
Everything definetely broke when Mikael - Niklaus’ father - killed his mother, leading to his departure and the scattering of the family.
The prince and the princess then decided to make a promise, a promise that would have tied them up forever, a bond that could never be broken. “Nik, I promise to be by your side until the end of the times, I promise to support you, I promise to be your wife forever.” Y/N said smiling softly, a hand lifting to reach the hybrid’s cheek. He smiled, “And I promise, Y/N, to protect you from everything that comes in our way, always. I’ll be your prince charming forever.” Then their lips crashed in a passionate kiss, both promising endless love.
After centuries of continued running away and changing place over place, they found a period of peace. They were living in a beautiful mansion surrounded by nature, far away from any sort of village so it was difficult to be found; the mansion was like a castle, it was enormous and had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers, the Mikaelsons were finally living.
It was a sunny day, the wind was softly shaking the green leaves of the trees and the sound of birdsong was combined with the laughs of two young women.
«As I was saying, my dearest Y/N, I just can’t stand my brother anymore» Rebekah, the only Mikaelson daughter, sighed as she harvested a white rose from a bush, her attention now to Y/N, who was giggling.
«Why would you laugh? You should have pity of me!» She pouted and shook her head.
Y/N got up and walked towards her, a silly smile still on her lips. «Niklaus just wants to protect you, he would die for you, Rebekah, you’re what’s left of his family.”
“He’s so exasperating!” Rebekah said and Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling.
“Glad you noticed, dear daughter.”
Both women turned their heads in fear as they heard the familiar voice behind them, Mikael.
He was standing still, a white oak stake in one of his hands and a strange smile on his lips. Y/N spoke, trying to seem brave: “Go away or you’ll regret all this years of persecution!” Mikael laughed, playing with the stake, making the two girls back up. “Mh, you don’t seem in the position to tell me what to do, am I right?” He made some steps towards them and they eventually backed up.
Rebekah looked at him, disgusted.
“How did you find us?” She asked, her eyes getting watery. Her father sighed looking around him. “This place is so gorgeous yet so isolated, I didn’t expect to find you in a village full of people.” It was true, they made a mistake living far away from every village, because Mikael was clever and determinated to kill every member of his cursed family.
Rebekah looked at his father which tightened his grip on the stake but as he tried to vamp-speed towards Rebekah, Y/N jumped at him and he fell down, the white oak stake now on the grass. The H/C-haired girl tried to snap Mikael’s neck but failed so he threw her away against a pile of wood. The blonde girl tried to reach for the stake but Mikael was faster so he was going to stab Rebekah to death.
It all happened in a few seconds but yet they seemed years: Y/N was in front of Rebekah, eyes wide open, the white oak stake was now in Y/N’s chest; She screamed in pain as her whole body started to burn, Rebekah covered her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks… Mikael had already disappeared. When Y/N’s body fell on the ground Rebekah screamed, her knees collapsing on the ground as she saw her carbonized best friend’s body. “Y/N, please…” She sobbed but another scream made her stop, it was Niklaus’.
He vamp-speeded beside her body, shaking his head in disbelief.
“This can’t be her, where is she Rebekah?!” But Rebekah didn’t say anything, she just cried silently and that’s when Niklaus understood that it was her. “No, love…” He whispered, “Please don’t leave me.” But Y/N couldn’t answer him, so he hugged her body, rocking back and forth.
“You can’t be dead.” He continued to cry out, “Come back to me, darling.”
“She’s gone, Nik.” His sister touched his shoulder but he avoided her touch, yelling at her: “SHE’S NOT GONE!”
He vamp-speeded into the mansion, breaking everything he found on his way, screaming in pain, her smiling face appearing into his mind, hurting his chest, not letting him breathe.
From that moment Niklaus Mikaelson changed, he wanted to let others feel his pain and he became what we know him for nowadays, the terrible original hybrid that everybody feared, he became a monster.
New Orleans, today.
Struggling with a group of witches isn’t easy, not now that a woman’s pregnant with his child; Klaus doesn’t even know how to feel.
Happiness and love are emotions that he didn’t feel in years, and when we talk about a vampire, years can be a lot of time. Today is the day she died, he didn’t forget the date, it was stuck in his mind, it didn’t let him go. The memories of her still waking him up at night, making him weak; he lost Y/N many centuries ago but it always felt like yesterday. How could he forget her?
How could he forget her small figure approaching him and her soft cheeks that he loved to touch, or her lips that he loved to kiss. She was the most wonderful person to him, she was clever, beautiful. She was the world to him.
Niklaus takes another sip of his drink, his eyes focusing on the roaring fire in front of him, his thoughts making his vision go blurry. He blinks away the tears as he hears footsteps from behind him, a small smile appearing on his lips.
“Brother.” Niklaus greets, swallowing the liquid and putting the glass on the table. Elijah doesn’t answer, he seems confused and shocked. “She’s not here anymore…” He begins, gulping. “The coffin is empty.”
Klaus’ blue eyes widen: “What are you talking about, Elijah?”
“Come with me.” The brother answers and the two of them go where Klaus keeps the family coffins. It was true, Y/N’s coffin was open but her body wasn’t there. “If Marcel took her I swear to God-” Klaus says but it’s cut off by Rebekah’s voice: “It wasn’t him, Nik.”
The hybrid shakes his head in amusement mixed with anger, clenghing his jaw. “The witches!” Rebekah exclaims and Elijah nods. “We have to find out now or I’m going to kill all of them.” Niklaus claims as his brothers follow him outside.
“How dare they take away Y/N.” He mutters fearing of what they could’ve done to her precious body. Hayley follows the three brothers walking away rapidly but then a voice make them freeze: “Niklaus?”
Niklaus slowly turn his head and he stands still, incapable of doing anything: he doesn’t think, he doesn’t breathe he just watches in surprise the woman a few meters in front of him. “Y/N, oh my God…” Rebekah whispers but Niklaus doesn’t make a move he just says in a very cold way: “Who are you and how did you possess her body?” But the woman doesn’t understand and makes a few steps towards him, he shouts: “HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”
“DO WHAT NIKLAUS, DON’T YOU SEE I’M HERE?” She shouts back with tears in her eyes, she’s maybe the most confused of all. “I’m here, Nik.” She says again but this time her voice is soft and gentle. Niklaus shakes his head, his eyes watery and his hands shaking. He felt happiness for the first time in centuries. It doesn’t take long for her to run to him and for him to finally take her in his arms, hugging her as tight as possible, not letting her go, not anymore.
Y/N wraps her arms around his neck, her small hands grasping his dirty blonde hair, both crying happily. “I was so lonely without you.” She sobbed, still smiling. “I can’t believe you’re actually here, love. Your absence has killed me every day.” Niklaus cups her cheeks with his hands, both looking into each other’s eyes after that amount of time. “I promised you that I would be your wife forever, I’ll never leave your side anymore, Nik.”
Niklaus smiles, he’s happy, he feels like he never felt in years.
He’s finally alive.
Klaus kisses her once, then twice, then as many times as possible, fearing that everything is a dream and that tomorrow he’ll wake up as always, without Y/N by his side. But the next day he wakes up beside her, her beautiful sleeping face making him smile.
“Goodmorning, Nik.” She whispers softly as she opens her beautiful E/C eyes.
Niklaus has already dressed up so he turns round to watch her sit on the bed, yawning as she gazes at him. “I can’t stop but smile.” She chuckles, using the white blanket as a dress, approaching to him. The hybrid grins and Y/N takes his hands and looks deep in his eyes. “Am I still your princess?”
He laughs, kissing her knuckles.
“I’m a King now, darling, I need a Queen to reign this kingdom.”
REQUEST:(Y/N) is a human and she has been kidnapped by vampires and Alec goes crazy because he loves her and (Y/N) becomes a vampire and she is afraid Alec won’t love her anymore but he doesn’t care if she is a vampire or not.
“Where’s (Y/N)?” Alec asked his sister. “She’s in the car.” Isabelle said, admiring her seraph blade. “No, she’s not.” “What do you mean she’s not? I told her to wait in the-” Isabelle paused. “Oh no.” She looked around, frowning. “What?” Alec started to panic. “This bastard followed us here.” “What are you talking about, Izzy? Where the hell is (Y/N)?” Alec asked angrily. “I’m talking about Raphael! Ever since he saw (Y/N) hang out with Clary and I the other day, she told me he has been following her all week.” Isabelle felt guilty. “I should’ve known.” “How come I don’t know about any of this?” Alec was getting angrier by the minute. “(Y/N) told me she had it under control. She asked me not to tell you because she didn’t want you to worry.” “Damn it, Izzy! (Y/N) is a mundane! You should’ve told me!” Alec shouted. Isabelle didn’t look for an excuse, she knew this time she had made a mistake. “So you’re saying that (Y/N) was kidnapped by vampires? Is that what you’re saying?” Alec’s anger faded away only to be replaced with panic. Isabelle looked down. She failed her friend, she knew she should’ve done more to make sure (Y/N) was safe. Alec walked away from his sister. He was determined to get (Y/N) back before she got hurt. The idea of (Y/N) getting hurt was unbearable for Alec, he cared about her too much. “Alec, wait! Where are you going?” Isabelle tried to catch up to her brother. “Where do you think I’m going? I’m going to the Hotel Dumort to bring (Y/N) back to the Institute unharmed.” “I’m going with you.” Isabelle declared. “No. You’ve done enough.” Alec’s voice was cold and full of blame. Alec loved his sister but right now he was blaming her for putting (Y/N) in danger. Once again, Isabelle didn’t argue with her brother and let him walk away. She wanted to remind him to be careful, but she knew that when (Y/N) was involved, being careful was the last thing Alec could think about. Alec could give up his life for (Y/N), that was how much he loved her.
Alec never thought he could fall for a mundane, he had never been a fan of mundanes in general. But something was different about (Y/N). First, (Y/N) had the sight which meant she could see the shadow world and it really surprised Alec the first time he met her because she wasn’t supposed to see him. But (Y/N) was also kind, funny, selfless, strong and beautiful. Alec and (Y/N) grew closer everyday and developed feelings for each other very quickly. (Y/N) spent most of her time at the Institute -even if Maryse wasn’t too happy to have a mundane walking around the Institute, and became friends with everyone after a day.
Alec sneeked into the Hotel Dumort, his bow and arrows in his hands. He never felt so stressed during a mission before, killing demons was easy for him now. But this wasn’t a mission, and it wasn’t about killing demons, it was about saving (Y/N). As Alec was quietly walking through the hallways of the vampires’s den, a shadow stopped him in his tracks. It was Raphael, he was standing in front of Alec. Alec tightened his grip around his weapon. “Hi there shadowhunter. Did you get lost on your way home?” The vampire said, smiling and showing his sharp front teeth. “Where is she?” Alec asked as he clutched his jaw. “Who is ‘she’?” Raphael asked, pretending he didn’t know who Alec was talking about. Alec quickly put his bow away and gripped Raphael by the collar. “Don’t act like you don’t know who I’m talking about, bloodsucker. Tell me where she is and I’ll be walking out of this place right away.” Alec said with a very threatening voice. “Go home, shadowhunter. There is nothing here that belongs to you.” “I’m gonna ask you one more time. Where is (Y/N)?” Alec pointed his arrow to Raphael’s eye. He knew an arrow wouldn’t kill a vampire, but it would hurt him for a while. “Fine. Fine. I’ll give her back to you.” Raphael rolled his eyes. “I had my fun with her anyway.” “What’s that suppose to mean?” Alec was about to explode. He couldn’t think about the idea of Raphael leaning his hands on (Y/N). “Oh nothing. I’m just saying, shadowhunter, I will be seeing your lady very soon.” Raphael smirked. Alec was about to pin Raphael to the floor and beat his face until his own hands hurt, but then, (Y/N) came into view. Another vampire was holding her arms behing her back while she was struggling to get loose. “(Y/N)!” Alec shouted as he put his weapon away. The vampire let go of (Y/N) and she ran into Alec’s arms. Alec hugged her so tight he was scared he might hurt her. Alec didn’t say anything, he took (Y/N)’s hand and dragged her out of the building. Then he stopped and said: “Are you hurt?” Alec asked, panicked. He looked at (Y/N) from head to toe to check if (Y/N) was physically okay. “I’m okay.” (Y/N) said in a very quiet voice. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry.” Alec declared as he hugged (Y/N) again. “Come on, let’s go back to the Institute.” Alec, who was still holding (Y/N)’s hand, started walking but (Y/N) didn’t move. “(Y/N)? What is it? Are you okay?” Alec asked, concerned. “I’m just…I’m gonna come home tonight.” (Y/N) said. “Okay, yeah. If you prefer, let’s go.” “Actually, I feel like being alone tonight. Get some rest, you know.” Alec was surprised and a little hurt but he tried not to show it. “Are you sure?” Alec frowned. (Y/N) nodded. Alec could tell something was up, but his mundane girlfriend just got kidnapped by vampires so he knew (Y/N) had every right to be upset. “Are you sure you’re okay? Is there something you want to tell me?” Alec asked gently. “I just need to get some sleep. I’ll see you around.” (Y/N) quickly kissed Alec on the cheek and left. On his way to the Institute, Alec couldn’t stop thinking about what Raphael said and how (Y/N) just behaved. He was worried sick, but he decided to give (Y/N) some time to tell him what happened exactly that night.
It has been a week since Alec didn’t see (Y/N). She wasn’t coming to the Institute like she used to do everyday. Alec called her a few times but she told him that she must have caught the flue or something. But everytime Alec proposed to come over and keep her company while she was sick, (Y/N) always declined the offer. She simply said that she didn’t want Alec to get sick, but Alec knew it was a lie and that there was something she wasn’t telling him. So after a few more days, Alec decided to get some answers. He went to (Y/N)’s house one afternoon. “(Y/N), open the door.” Alec said, knocking on the front door. “Come on (Y/N), I know you’re in there!” He shouted. “(Y/N) I’m not kidding, if you don’t open the damn door, I’m going to force my way in.” Alec waited but no one came to open the door. He took his stele out of his pocket and unlocked the door with a rune. Alec made his way to (Y/N)’s bedroom and found her huddled up on her bed. “(Y/N). Are you okay?” Alec asked. “Go away, please.” (Y/N)’s voice was trembling and it made Alec’s heart ache. Alec walked to (Y/N)’s bed and sat next to her. He couldn’t see her face, it was burried under the blankets. Alec put his hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder and he felt her stiffen under his touch. “(Y/N).” Alec said softly but his voice was filled with concern. “Go away.” (Y/N) repeated. “(Y/N). Look at me.” (Y/N) didn’t move. Alec put his strong arms around her and lifted her slightly from the bed. (Y/N) tried to get away from him but she was weak. Alec was being very careful not to hurt her as he made her face him. (Y/N)’s hair was hiding most of her face and she was looking down. “Look at me. Please.” Alec said as he held (Y/N)’s chin up with his soft fingers. When Alec saw (Y/N)’s face, it was a shock. She looked so tired and sick, almost dying. Her eyes were red and filled with tears and her lips were dry. “(Y/N)…What’s going on?” Alec asked as he stroked (Y/N)’s cheek. “You need to leave.” (Y/N) whispered. “I’m not going anywhere. Not until you tell me what’s going on.” “I’m breaking up with you.” (Y/N) said suddenly. Alec’s eyes widened. “W-What?” He said confused and shocked. “I’m breaking up with you, Alec.” (Y/N) burst into tears. Alec held her as she cried. He still couldn’t believe it. She was breaking up with him. “(Y/N), please tell me what’s going on. I’m begging you.” (Y/N) couldn’t stop crying. “(Y/N), I need to know. Please, tell me.” Alec’s voice was trembling too. He was trying so hard not to cry but it was devastating for him to see the girl he loved in such pain. “I’m…I’m one of them.” (Y/N) whispered. “I’m a vampire.” She backed away from Alec and walked quickly to the other side of the room. “Raphael turned me into one of them. He turned me into a monster!” (Y/N) shouted. “Is this why you’re breaking up with me?” Alec said. He was half relieved and half worried. “Because you’re a vampire?” “I can’t be around you. I can’t… I can’t be around any of you! I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll never forgive myself if I did. I have to let you go. I have to stop seeing you. I can’t, Alec. I can’t live like this!” (Y/N) shouted and cried. Quickly, Alec got up from the bed and walked to (Y/N). He didn’t say anything, he just put his arms around her and held her tight. “No! Let me go!” (Y/N) shouted and struggled, but Alec didn’t let go. “Alec! Please. I don’t want to hurt you.” (Y/N) cried and pushed Alec away. “Hey. Hey!” Alec shouted as he held (Y/N) by the shoulders, making sure if wasn’t hurting her, she looked so fragile. “You’re not gonna hurt me. (Y/N), look at me!” (Y/N) stopped struggling and looked at Alec. “You’re not going to hurt me. You’re not going to hurt anyone.” Alec’s hands were shaking. He put one hand on each of (Y/N)’s cheeks. “You can go through this. We are going to go through it together. I don’t care wether you’re a mundane or a vampire. For all I know you could turn into a wolf right now and I would still be deeply in love with you.” Alec’s voice was gentle. (Y/N) looked surprised. She was so scared and convinced that Alec wouldn’t love her anymore as soon as he found out about her being a vampire. (Y/N) started to calm down. “Do you mean it? Do you really still love me? Even if I’m a monster?” (Y/N) asked quietly. “Hey, you’re not a monster.” Alec started. “I feed on blood, Alec. How doesn’t that make me a monster?” (Y/N) had tears in her eyes. Alec looked into (Y/N)’s eyes and for a moment he thought he could get lost in them forever. “(Y/N), listen to me very carefully, alright? I am in love with you. I love everything about you, and even the things I don’t like, I love. When I first met you, we were already from two different worlds, but it didn’t matter to me. And it still doesn’t. I am in love with you, I can’t help it, I can’t control it, and I don’t want to.” Alec declared. He gently kissed (Y/N)’s lips and held her in his arms. “I am in love with you, and I always will be. No matter what. And I don’t want to see a world without you in it.“ Alec kissed (Y/N)’s forehead as hot tears rolled down her cheeks. “I love you too, Alec.” (Y/N) cried silently. “We are gonna go through this together, I promise. Everything is going to be okay, baby.”
It’s funny how life can be full of irony. In a world of people who were born from human blood and angel blood, Alec had never met anyone who was more of an angel than (Y/N), even if no angel blood was running through her veins.
Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I
wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the
normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change
myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.
be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story
In this chapter: Saving, mistake, failing, dying.
Word count: 4950
A/N: Hey I’m back! Here’s the newest chapter! I
hope no one is mad at me for taking so much time! Don’t forget to leave a
feedback (if you want it would be super nice!) to make the author happy and motivated to continue!
against my body was very cold on that dark night. My arms clung to Scott’s
chest while the nervousness of arriving too late made me close my eyes under
the helmet, unable to look at the road that ran around us. It was only when the
bike was stopped that I rushed to the wet gravel, my feet getting drenched when
they hit the water, taking off my helmet and throwing it to the ground without
looking. I heard Scott call my name, but only heard it in a corner of my head
under the deafening sound of the music of the sacrifices.
Today was one of my provincial games and I gotta say it was very disappointing. My opponent won the match with a KO, and I honestly don’t remember much about the fight other than getting hit in the nose and seeing stars.
I’m sharing this because we all go through our rough times, and we are all ashamed to fail. We all try to look strong in front of others, but it’s ok to fail and lose sight of yourself too. I made a stupid mistake, and I paid for it. But that’s ok. That opens growth and a chance to get better. While I may be mad at myself for a stupid split second decision, I am incredibly happy that I fought even when I was scared and apprehensive. I fought on a stomach virus too and bagged a silver medal so whatever.
People have already called me many names, saying I don’t deserve to fight high performance, that I’m weak, that I suck, but they forget that they came from losing too, and they only got better because they kept with it. Never forget the struggle you endured getting where you are, and never judge others based on their performance.
Winning doesn’t make you a champion, persevering does.
Description: Dan’s aware that Danthony is nothing more than a joke ship, but Anthony never seemed to get the message. When things get overwhelming and Anthony decides to act on it, Phil originally barges in to assert his own dominance, but ends up getting more fun than he’d anticipated.
Genre: Smut, if you hadn’t guessed
Warnings: le kinky shit (restraints, a singular use of the word “daddy”, etc.)
Word Count: 1251
A/N: This honestly makes me want death just a little bit but I’m just gonna do it anyway; wish me luck. (Also, I’m not even sorry for the title)
What is your response to people who say "Ichigo and Rukia had a deep bond but there was never love between them"?
Why the fuck do I gotta make one of these posts? This literal exact same post has been made a million times. Is this like a right of passage?
“Enter here, ye who would carry the mantle of IchiRuki, prove thy worth and test thy might.”
Fine, fuck it. Briefly, and by no means comprehensively:
If you and someone you have a “deep bond” with look at each other like this (and they regard the people who hurt you with murderous rage, or vice versa) then you need to have a serious conversation with your Significant Other.
(Also, Rukia, please, “I forbade you to come!” Talk like that shouldn’t be used in public, especially not in front of your brother.)
While I’m here:
Ichigo equated death with the end of his suffering, and felt that Kisuke had made a mistake in rescuing him, as he wasn’t worthy of living after failing to protect Rukia. Succeeding in doing so also ended his suffering and reaffirmed the value of his life.
They saved each other’s lives physically several times, but much more importantly, they saved each other’s lives spiritually and psychically. They each
asserted and affirmed there was value in the other’s life.
Summary:Based off “Hearts” by Jessie Ware. Listen here.
Hearts aren’t supposed to hurt like that, they’re not supposed to break so fast
He just left.
Apart of you hoped he wouldn’t, prayed that even after all the fights he’d still stay, no matter what. Staring at the wall, vision zoning in and out over the photo of you and Stiles laughing as he smeared chocolate cake on your face. The picture was taken at Scott’s and Malia’s wedding day, randomly by Mason who took the role of photographer that evening.
It hung in between two other photos. The one on the left, the pack at graduation, on the right a Stilinski family outing with Stiles, his dad and you.
Picking your body off the cold floor, phone gripped tightly in the palm of your right hand. It remained blank, no phone call, no message. You wondered where he went. To Scott’s would be the safest bet, but you knew Stiles wouldn’t want to interrupt his married bliss life with Malia. Liam’s would be the second option, but something told you that’s not where he ended up.
Dialing his number, it went straight to voice mail.
“Hi, you reached Stiles. I obviously can’t come to the phone right so leave a message and I’ll get back to you”.
Closing your eyes to steady any built up emotion ready to burst, expect it didn’t work. You threw the phone onto the soft surface of the couch, before sinking into the grey coloured arm chair beside it. Head in hands there wasn’t anything you could do, expect sit in the dim room and cry.
If I could ask a smoking gun, how it feels to hurt someone I would just
ask you. If I could ask someone I love, how it feels to lose someone I
would just ask you
You fluttered your eyes open and discovered the room was completely engulfed in darkness. Reaching for the lights, you had to squint just until your eyes readjusted to the sudden brightness.
The place was quiet, no sign of Stiles. Time on the mantelpiece displayed 3am. It made your stomach twist into several knots. There was no way you could go back to sleep. You heard your stomach rumble, but had no willpower to make a meal, let alone eat.
All you wanted was Stiles. To hear the roar of his Jeep, the jingling of his keys and the sound of his feet walking down the hallway. A muffled ring forced you away from the imaginary reunion you were envisioning.
Numbness rendered your body frozen, this didn’t off come as a shock or surprise, but it still ripped your heart to pieces. Finding the arm rest, you sat down on the edge of the couch with the phone in your lap. Not being able to do anything but stare.
You’d be awake since 3am, not moving once from the couch. The clock now read 6am, the time Stiles finally came home.
He darted into the house, although, stopped suddenly when he saw you sitting in the living room. “Y/N?”.
You took the phone before he had the chance to see the photo that was anonymously sent. “Nice of you to come back home”. Pushing past him to head into the hallway. Stiles was as predicted right behind you, apologizing furiously that he didn’t call or let you know that he was okay.
Scoffing at his attempted apology, judging from the photo that was still etched in your mind, he seemed more than okay with his late night rendezvous with Lydia.
Turning sharply back around, you shouted. “You left me, Stiles!. You just left me”. Tears now making their way down your red cheeks. “How could you leave me?”.
He adverted his stare, looking at anything but you.
“Is it because you needed an excuse, one that allowed you to run straight to Lydia?”
Stiles jaw dropped, stuttering his next sentence. “Come on, that’s not-”
Grabbing your phone, you shoved it into Stiles chest. He turned the screen over and saw what had gotten you to conclude he was, in fact, with Lydia. A snapshot of him tenderly kissing her cheek.
The coldest stare you’d ever given anyone was now aimed at Stiles.
“Go ahead, talk your way out of that”.
“Where did you get this?. Who sent this?”. He sighed, then tried to back track, mumbling. “It’s just a friendly kiss, it doesn’t mean anything”.
Observing his posture, his shoulders dropped, feet shuffled side to side, eyes once again avoiding any eye contact and he tired to hide his sweaty palms. Your mum, a respected psychologist, didn’t teach you how to detect someone lying for nothing. And Stiles Stilinski flat out lied to your face.
You voice became low, “Why don’t you look in me in the eye and say that?”. Challenging Stiles, although he seemed more like a stranger now, as he stood there. The sun filling the room with even more light, morning had officially rolled around.
His brown eyes met your tired ones. And when he struggled to even utter a single word, that’s when you knew it was truly over. Who were you kidding, the relationship was dying long before today.
It’s like you could feel your heart break the longer you stared at Stiles. And so, with bloodshot eyes and a very heavy, shattered heart, you swallowed all the hurt. “There’s no point in you staying here anymore. You’re free to be with her, to be with Lydia”.
Climbing the stairs, you didn’t even look back to say. “I want you gone by the time I come downstairs”.
Stiles called out your name, but failed to receive any sorta of acknowledgement or response.
They say that time’s a healer. How long is this burn supposed to last?
3 Months Later
Exiting out of your car balancing a stack of folders, you made the mistake of looking across the street. Lydia and Stiles were oblivious to the fact you were on the other side, they were immersed in a playful banter while their hands were intertwined. You kept watching the two lovebirds until their disappeared around a corner, that’s when your balance faulted and the folders came crashing down upon one another as they hit the pavement.
You stood still, rendered speechless at how much it still hurt.
“It’ll get better”. Theo stood a few meters before you, covered in sweat as he’d come off what looked like a lengthy run around town. He bent down to help pick up the papers, handing them back to you.
“Doesn’t feel like it”. Responding with a faint whisper.
“Stilinski is an idiot for letting you go”. Theo offered you a smile with his compliment, and you wanted to return one so badly, but the muscles that were needed to form a smile remained as they were.
Glancing at Theo, your eyes glistened. “I just want the pain to stop. My heart hurts, Theo”.
He took the papers and placed them on the car roof, before pulling you into a hug. You held onto him. It didn’t even matter that it was Theo of all people hugging you in the middle of your driveway.
His fingers combed through your hair, his voice adding additionally comfort as he repeated, “It’s going to be okay” or “I’m here, I’ve got you”. And even though the other members of the pack had reassured you the same thing, it was only now, for the first time in months you actually believed it to be true.
A/N: I’ve really been wanting a request for Aneurin, so I made this one super sweet.
For the past 2 weeks you had noticed that your long term boyfriend had been growing distant. At first you didn’t think anything of it, but now it was getting to the point where he would dart out of a room as soon as you started questioning him.
You’ve been dating Aneurin for 5 years, having been set up on a blind date by a mutual friend. Being with Aneurin was nothing short of perfection. Sure, you had your fights like all couples do, but you wouldn’t trade a moment of your relationship for anything in the world.
But you were growing more and more anxious, wondering what it was that made Aneurin so distant. Had you said something? Done something? Had he met someone else?
You were driving yourself mad with all the possibilities.
When you woke up that morning, Aneurin’s side of the bed was cold, signaling he had left a while ago. Your shared apartment was silent, making you sigh in disappointment.
You decided to hop right in the shower, hoping to alleviate some of your stress.
30 minutes later, you were making your way downstairs for a cup of coffee. When you got to the coffee maker, you noticed a card attached to it. You picked up the card, instantly recognizing Aneurin’s script.
Today I thought I’d send you on a little adventure.
I’m going to be sending you to the places with my most cherished memories. Each place will have another card, along with a hint for the next destination. Make sure to keep the cards in order as you go, it’ll make sense in the end.
Your first place is the little coffee shop down on Mayberry Ave. Let the woman at the counter know who you are, she’ll do the rest.
I love you,
Confused, you decided to just go along with the little game. You headed back upstairs, coffee forgotten as you got dressed for the day. A little while later you were leaving the apartment and heading towards your car. The drive to the café was short, yet you had already come up with a million scenarios of what was going on.
Walking up to the counter like you were told, you told the woman your name.
“Oh, yes! I’ve been expecting you. You can go sit down over there in the corner dear. I’ll bring the coffee to you.” The older woman spoke, gesturing to a table by the window.
You made your way over, noticing a card on top of the table. You quickly picked it up and read it as you sat down.
This exact table is the one we sat at when I first met you. You were running late, your hair flying all around you and clothes disheveled as you apologized about a million times. But I thought you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. There was something special about you, I couldn’t let you slip from my fingers.
The next destination is the library table where we used to read together.
You were caught in a trance as you remembered your first date with Aneurin. Traffic had been an absolute nightmare that day. You were so worried that he would have left by the time you got there, yet he was sitting there patiently, looking at all the people passing by.
He was an absolute gentleman the entire date, even walking you to your car and kissing your cheek before he left.
He’d called you that night, asking you to dinner the next day.
“Here’s your coffee dear.” The older woman said, breaking you out of your daze. You pulled out your wallet, looking for your money, but the lady shook her head. “It’s already paid for, that boyfriend of yours is a keeper.” Winking, the lady headed back to the counter.
You noticed there was also a bag on the table. Opening it, you saw it was one of your favorite chocolate pastries. Laughing, you grabbed the bag and the coffee and headed back to your car.
20 minutes later you were at the library, quietly making your way upstairs and into the back room. The library was nearly empty, so no one was sitting at the back table when you got there.
Once there you noticed a book on the table with a note attached. You recognized the book immediately. You had spent so much time at the library reading through this book, a lot of times with Aneurin himself. It was a book full of Shakespeare’s Sonnets.
Smiling fondly at the book, you took the note and read it.
You were always a Shakespeare girl. I absolutely loved that about you. I remember we came here on a rainy Friday, and you started reading Sonnet 18 out of the blue. It was the first time you had ever read out loud. There was so much passion in your voice as you read, and I knew right then I had fallen in love with you. Your next destination is the beach where I first told you I loved you Aneurin
The notes continued like that. Each one led you to a different memory of the past 5 years. Each place you visited left you with a lighter and lighter heart. You couldn’t believe that Aneurin had gone through so much trouble to do this for you. Is this why he had been distant lately? Had he been spending so much time setting this all up?
Now with 13 notes in your hand, you were being sent to the park. Aneurin and you had been here 2 months ago, talking about the future and the potential of buying a house. He had gotten quiet towards the end of the night, but you hadn’t paid any attention.
Hopping out of your car, you made your way over towards the picnic table you both has sat at. Once there you noticed another note and a bouquet of red roses. Taking a quick sniff of your favorite flowers, you set them down and picked up the note.
You didn’t know it, but there was a reason I had gone so quiet that night when we talked under the stars. Talking so much about the future had got me thinking. I knew without a doubt that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, so I realized I had to so something. I went to your parents that next day. I didn’t really have to go and re-film anything like I had told you. I wanted to get your dad’s permission before I went to the jewelers.
Heart beating erratically now, you read the last part of the note.
All that’s left for you to do now is flip each card over in order, and then turn around. Aneurin
Doing just as the note said, you noticed that each card had a single letter on the back of them. Together they read:
W I L L Y O U M A R R Y M E
When those 14 letters finally sunk in, you were throwing a hand to your mouth, gasping in shock. You spun around, looking for Aneurin, only to find him directly behind you.
He was already down on one knee, staring up at you with pure love in his eyes.
“All my life I grew up watching so much love in my parents eyes. What they had was something I wanted, but I gave up on finding it after so many failed relationships. But then I met you. You were so kind, so supportive through everything I did. Even when I made mistakes, you were always there for me. And eventually I realized that I finally had what my parents did. I finally had someone who I could love for the rest of my life, and who would love me right back. I know that it’ll never be easy, but it wouldn’t be worth it if it was. What I’m trying to say here is that I want to take that journey, I want to tie myself in every possible way to you. I want your good days and your bad days, your love and your anger. I want every little piece of you that I can have, and I’m going to start by asking you this.”
Aneurin paused slightly, pulling a black box out of his pocket, before looking back up at you.
“Y/F/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”
You burst into tears at those words, unable to help yourself as you flung your body at him. He caught you, burrowing his face into your hair.
“Yes, yes. In every possible way, ie (a/n: welsh for yes).” You whispered in his ear, unable to think of any other words.
He pulled away with the biggest smile you have ever seen on his face, pulling the ring out of the box. He slipped it onto your finger before pulling you into a tender kiss. All of your worries for the past couple of weeks seemed so stupid now as you were wrapped in his arms.
“I love you.” He whispered over and over again, giving a kiss in between each sentence. You giggled, trying to wipe some of your tears away.
“I love you so much.” You answered, running your fingers through his hair. The two of you were still kneeling in the grass, but neither cared.
“I’m sorry I’ve been a little weird lately. I just wanted everything to be perfect.” Aneurin explained, beaming down at you.
“You jerk!” You cried, happy tears still running down your cheeks. “All I kept thinking was that you were going to break up with me. I was fucking terrified!”
“I’m sorry my love.” He laughed, wiping some tears from your face. “But that’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said. I would never, NEVER, break up with you. You’re my whole world. I love you so much.”
“And always. Bloody hell, did we just quote a movie?”
“All I did was survive!” “_____ My man, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into?” “That kind of shit doesn’t lead the way.” “I’m cold..” “My whole body feels like it’s failing..” “I’ve never a person cry that much.” “I’ve already seen what hell looks like.” “How bout a beer?” “I think I made a huge mistake looking for you.” “Whoa! ____! you’re a real hero aren’t you?” “stop it! stop it! you fucking asshole!” “whatever I did in there I did to survive!” “you did this! and for what?!” “What level of hell is this?” “I’ve learnt not to get attached.” “I’ll come find you!” “I’m hurt pretty bad…” “Hoo, That was close..” “We’re not out of the woods yet.” “Are crazy? er, well, Don’t answer that..” “you are annoyingly cryptic.” “I thought the Jump would kill us.” “you go first. cause, like, if you die, then I won’t go..” “what the fuck is wrong with you?!” “enough of your bullshit!” “No! stop! what are you doing?!”