#reunited

[mournfulroses]

Joaquín Nin, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940

[creamecafe]

i love your fics sm… could i request tyler galpin x gn reader where he goes to reader’s house after he escaped and it’s soft and fluffy bc reader’s so happy to see their boyfriend again🙏thank you

Crawling Back To You | Tyler Galpin

Summary: If there's ever a place and a person all worth escaping to Tyler, it would be for you, all over again.

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x GN!Reader

Warnings: angst, long distance, mentions of Laurel/Thornhill manipulation, I HATE HER SM OMG, possessiveness, fluff

W.C: 854

A/N: Thank you to the lovely person who sent this. I was already thinking of writing something like this, but this already helped put me to work!

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The day Tyler had been taken to Willow Hill, is a day you'll never forget. You couldn't eat or sleep for a while when he was taken. It had been a certain amount of months and days you stopped counting and accepted the fact that you may never see him again.

Anything of him that reminds you of Tyler would make your mind think he's still there with you. Coffee, autumn, sheriff cars. The worst part is that he's not dead or the fact that you guys didn't break up. He's just gone. Away to a place where they possibly don't see him as human.

In a way that wasn't fair but was to protect people. The news released of him being a Hyde and killing multiple people, put you in a difficult light too. People would come by to your house, asking for interviews or if you somehow knew.

You were even asked if you were involved in it. Cameras and security alarms have been set up at your house, to let you know when someone has come by.

Paparazzi and news companies stopped coming to your house because of this, but the only person you want to come home to, was Tyler himself.

The memories of him were starting to fade away, his voice, his touch, and his smile. Photos of him and videos helped you, but it wasn't the same.

But that wasn't the case for Tyler. He still dreamed about you and waited one day, just one day. Even if it took years to see your face again.

If there ever was hope to get out, it's to see you. He didn't care if you moved on or not, knowing that you were safe, even if it was from himself brings him a sense of melancholy. It's bittersweet, him stuck in a room with no light and chained up all day, but the thought of you is like home to him.

Laurel, really Thornhill known to him when she came to see him by the supervision of two other Winston Hill nurses, tried to take you out of his mind. Saying things like "they probably forgotten you" or "you would go for someone more normal."

Those words, he heard, knew that it wasn't true. You will be the one he comes back to, no matter how many years it takes or if he dies while doing so.

Fate called upon a night. The electricity at Willow Hill has been shut down. All the gates of every patient were opened and every one escaped. Thornhill coming to free him, he knew his second chance to see you again will never come again.

After killing Thornhill and escaping shooting cops, he stumbled in the rain, going to your home. It took him at least 30 minutes to an hour to reach your place. He unknowingly set off the alarm at your place. Panicking, he opens a window and goes inside your home. You wake up at this and try to check your cameras quickly.

Creaking from the floorboards downstairs came and you wasted no time grabbing a bat. Checking each door upstairs to see if there was someone in your home. The alarm still ringing in your ears. Flashes of thunder would light up the house

In the dark, faintly you see a person. It was hard to tell. A thunder lit up the house and you thought you saw a person quickly move out of the reflection of the window.

The grip on the handle of your bat was hurting your hands, but you weren't letting go now. Another thunder, you saw the silhouette again.

"Come out and show yourself"

There was silence.

"I won't say it again. Come out right now, or I'll knock you out right now"

Thunder happened again and you standing face to face with Tyler. You stepped back, tears started to brim at your eyes. There he was, in your home, in the middle of the night. His hair is longer, no shirt, only sweatpants and soaking wet from the rain.

"Tyler?"

Before you could question how he made it out of Willow Hill, he goes towards, grabs your face and kisses you. The clattering sound of your bat drops as you hold him, not caring if he was wet from the rain. Your tears dripped down and went between your guys lips.

Both of you parted to catch your breath, but he was still holding your face. He wiped a tear from your face with his thumb.

Everything he rehearsed in his mind suddenly vanished, the second he was in your arms again.

"People are looking for me, I can't stay here long... I'll put you in danger."

You shook your head and quickly gave him a peck on the lips. Both of your foreheads pressed together.

"Stay"

"Y/N-" His breath fell more heavily.

"Please stay, just for the night."

"Ok, ok" The last ok turning into a faint whisper, he nodded and held you close.

The rain was still pouring but he's dry and home again. Back in your arms, like he knew he would be. The rest of the night was holding each other and no words spoken. You couldn't help the tears falling down to the fact he's really home with you.

Nothing and no one will take you from him or change his mind-not even tonight, in your own bed.

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[jorolle]

#she's so happy!! she loves herself SO much!!!😭

GARNET at Ruby and Sapphire's her wedding in STEVEN UNIVERSE 5x23 "Reunited"

[soulmoura]

What if they reunited

(While drawing I realized that Finn has the body of his father while fern is like his mom🥲)

[novaveinkeuu]

a very imaginary scenario where penelope couldn't sleep because of the screams downstairs, armed herself with a knife and went to check only to find her husband bloodbathed in some beggar clothes, beheading the last of the suitors.... wyfilwma still happens but odysseus fainted. wrong timing, penelope😅

though penelope is kinda (very) turned on by her husband.

close up!

[ghstbil]

hiiii what about a fic where sophia gets overwhelmed by all her leader duties and it leads to just a big breakdown then shes comforted by reader?

You’ll Never Be Alone

pairing: sophia laforteza x female reader

warnings: stress, pinch of angst, fluff

You knew something was off the moment each FaceTime call filled with silence, this longing look on Sophia’s face as you talked about your day and she desperately tried listening to every detail.

So you did the most rational thing you could think of; fly to her.

They were touring—an experience they’d never gotten to have before, and now with it being offered to them, the girls were loving every moment. But they weren’t the leader and although they all carried their own internal struggles, you knew Sophia struggled the most.

She always worried if she was doing enough for the girls or overdoing it, that the entire trajectory of the show was dependent on her, or the well-being of her members falling into her own hands while trying to maintain her own.

You felt bad.

When your flight touched down, you dragged your suitcase to the hotel you knew they were stationed in at the moment. You were directed to where your room was and then texted Manon, asking what rooms they were in.

Manz: sophia is staying by herself in room 208, she requested it <3

You hearted the message and quickly began your journey to where her room was. You knocked once, maybe twice.

Sophia flung the door open aggressively, ready to throw hands with whoever was bugging her at 11:24 pm at night, but her entire body froze when she saw you. She had just gotten out of the shower, hair still damp from the water, baggy black sweats hung low on her hips and an oversized tee draped over her shoulder.

“Hi, baby.” You said so sweetly.

Sophia’s heart melted. And then she broke down crying. You were quick to respond, shoving your suitcase inside with a quick shut of the door behind you, dragging your girlfriend over to the bed.

She sat down, pulling you to straddle her waist as she cried uncontrollably in your neck. You didn’t dare stop her—she needed this. “Shhh, you’re okay. I’m here. You’re safe.” You affirmed.

“I-I missed you so fucking much.” Sophia gasped for air, her entire face soaked in tears. “It’s been so fucking hard, mama. I miss you everyday and the stress of leading is taking a toll on me. I’m trying so hard to be there for everyone when I feel like I’m drowning, but I can’t let them down, they’re my girls a-and… and-“ She hiccuped, struggling to breath.

Sophia was panicking.

But you held her face softly, caressing her cheeks and forcing her gaze onto yours. “Breathe, mahal. It’s all okay, my love. Look at me. You don’t need to carry everything alone. You will never be alone. You’ve got the girls and most importantly, me. I’m right here with you, always, okay?”

Sophia sniffled, nuzzling against your hand. “I really love you.”

“I love you more, sweet girl. Come here.”

You enveloped her into your arms, rolling over so that way she was on top of you now. Her body slotted perfectly over yours, head resting in your chest like it belonged there. Her panicked breaths slowed down, calm once more.

You slipped your hand under her shirt, rubbing her back and the soft skin there.

Sophia purred, melting into you like a puddle. You whispered sweet nothing’s all night long until her acknowledgeable hums turned into silence, meaning she entered a deep sleep.

You didn’t let go once—not to use the bathroom, not to turn over, not to adjust. Sophia needed this and you more than ever so you happily obliged.

So you lay underneath your weighted-blanket girlfriend with a sleepy smile adorning your lips, allowing her cute snores and soft breathing to lull you right to sleep.