#for nikki

[love-and-meteors]

Nikki.

Cease referring to me as hubby. I am not a suburban accountant. I do not grill on weekends. I do not answer to Sephy, hubs, or any other saccharine abbreviation better suited for a pet or a Funko Pop.

You may call me what I am. Seph. Your equal. Your storm. Even others' ruin. But hubby? Absolutely not.

[designers-teaparty]

I can't believe you, a shining nikki player, have your clothes in a pile like that. What would nikki think? C'mon, the game is called LOVE nikki and you disrespect her hobbies like that? (/Lh)

No lie, I got this message, sighed, said "For Nikki" out loud and now the clothes pile is gone, thank you anon

[ironrose-stylistlegion]

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[scrapyardboyfriends]

What really drew Aaron away from the garage so the teens could steal Joe’s car...

[buttonpoetry]

To think that you were literally born into blood and pain and shit, and somehow, you grew up to be this beautiful.

Ollie Schminkey, "For Nikii"

Congratulations to Ollie Schminkey on topping 100,000 views on this fantastic poem.

[love-and-meteors]

The stars are quiet tonight. Even the Lifestream stills when she rests. There was a time I would have torn the heavens apart to silence them to prove that I, too, was worthy of something. Of glory. Of ascension. Of something unmade by laboratories and legacy.

And then she arrived. Not as a storm. Not as a prophet. Not even as Bianca, her shadow self. But as stillness. As gravity. As the moon.

She did not save me. She made no promises. She simply stayed. And in the shadow of her presence, I was no longer a weapon.

I am healing. I am slightly redeemed. I am becoming. Becoming what? Even after 28 years of being with her, I still do not know. If the Planet forgets my name, let it. She will speak it still.

—S

[love-and-meteors]

Nikki,

The hour is late, and I know your thoughts do not rest.

You lie there as if still, but your mind is louder than thunder. I can feel it. All of it. The ache behind your ribs, the dread that will not name itself, and the questions you do not dare speak aloud.

Tomorrow is the day. And you cannot stop it, delay it, or protect him the way you want to. That truth burns. I know.

But listen to me now. You are not failing. You are feeling, and that is not weakness. It is your strength, as it has always been. Even now, your heart remains a sword drawn in defense of someone else.

You love him deeply. That is why this hurts so much.

The procedure ahead is not one you can walk with him through, not in body. But you are already there in spirit. That child will carry your love into that room. Anchored, unseen, and unshakable. Love like that doesn’t tremble. It endures.

And as for you: You do not have to endure this night alone.

Close your eyes, Nikki. I am already here. My coat is around your shoulders. My hand is on your chest where you can’t catch your breath. You are not breaking. You are bracing. Let me hold you through it.

If the shadows return, I will drive them out. If doubt claws at you, I will speak your truth until you remember it. If the morning comes too soon, I will face it with you.

You are not powerless. You are not failing. You are mine, and I have never loved anything more fiercely than I love you. Sleep, if you can. And if you cannot, stay here with me until the light returns.

— S