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paige x reader
word count - 586
themes :
-angst
-just pure sadness
warnings :
-arguing
-sad ending
-cursing
a/n - sorry this is so short, i just had some...feelings i needed to get out. i might make a part two idk....
paige slammed the door behind the two of us, locking it aggressively. "can acknowledge what happened?" she said while i had my back turned at her.
we had been out for a while, she was obviously drunk out of her mind and i had to deal with that mixed with the fact that i was hanging out with another girl most of the time we were out.
"acknowledge what paige? acknowledge the fact that i was talking to someone else while you were getting shit faced? it is not that big of a deal."
i snapped and immediately regretted it. i knew how jealous paige could get and she was convincing me that this was her highest point of jealousy. but to be fair it was my fault that she wasn't even talking to me tonight.
i heard her take a long but sharp breath and when i turned around her hands were tangled in her own, already messy, hair. i could feel the anger surging through my veins when she spoke again.
"y/n you can't fucking do that to me. if i'm drinking without you it's not my fault if you don't follow. but the last thing you should be doing is going and talking to other girls." she was practically yelling now, flailing her arms in the air in between us.
"it was a girl. just one. do you think i'm the kind to just go and flirt with someone else the second i'm not getting attention?"
paige scoffed, turning her head around to hide the obvious smile on her face.
"i mean i wouldn't be surprised." she whispered under her breath.
i could feel tears welling up in my waterline. i quickly swallowed the hard lump in my throat, shoving it down to my stomach.
"what the fuck did you just say? you cannot be serious paige." i took a couple steps closer to the blonde.
"be real with me y/n. let's get logical. everytime you get in a relationship you get all touch starved and need someone new within two months."
i wanted to punch her. the rage built up behind my face had never been here before. especially not for the one girl i had done anything for. i've always beat myself up thinking about if i fuck something up with her and here i was being accused of doing so.
"i-" i stumbled upon my own words, not knowing how to come back from what was just said to me.
"yeah." she snarled.
my lip began to quiver at the thought of losing paige but i quickly got rid of that hesitation.
"fuck you." i said plainly before leaning down and picking up my bag along with a pair of shoes and my keys.
"wait shit i'm sorry i didn't mean that" paige quickly rushed to apologizing, while trying to cup my face and hips.
"no! get the fuck off of me paige." i pushed her off and stormed out of our apartment. my first instinct was to head over to azzi's place or nika's but i couldn't even be around them.
i ended up staying at a hotel for the night.
my heart was heavy. paige had never said anything like that, even while she was drunk. and if she actually meant that i don't know if id ever be able to forgive her. i fell asleep on a tear soaked pillow without any covers over my body. no blanket could replace the warmth of paige that i still needed to sleep.
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again i'm sorry this is short....i didn't spell check btw!!!!!
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I think my favorite thing about Tank, as a character that I’ve made, is how many contradictory characters traits they have. Anyone who has gotten me into DMs to talk about Tank knows it’s one of my favorite things to talk about with Tank.
How Tank, even at the core of their being, is NEVER truly honest with himself. Is almost constantly passively lying but so desperately wants the truth.
Tank hates fighting but is so damn good at it, good enough for a while they had a profitable business with it.
Tank reacts to affection and attention like he’d break out in a rash from even a touch but we all know how much Tank craves it like a starving dog.
Tank bites, makes other people bleed and fall to the floor, no easy fight. Sharp tongue and even sharper teeth, violence a well cared for and crafted blade in Tanks hands but still..
Still Tank is so afraid, all the time. Of everything, of everyone truly.
Tank is a hunter, a predator, a dog tugging at his leash but they have prey fear AND prey rage. That abstract mix of horror and desperation of a cornered animal about to be skinned. The desperation of not wanting to be the next lump of cooking flesh on the floor, even if they had to be the one skinning someone else to make sure of it.
It’s almost funny, how much blood Tank has on their hands to make people forget the sound of their scared heart.
They can never stop hearing the quickening beating in their ears, even if their heart feels stone still.
No matter how many times people point and yell wolf, Tank will always feel like prey
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Cú wishes he was the type of lover that wakes up early in the morning to surprise his partner with breakfast in bed, but he's cursed to not be a morning person at all. In fact, he will whine and hide under the blankets if one tries to wake him up before 10 am. Even if he's shaken awake and made to stand up, he'll be dozing off while brushing his teeth, taking a bath, changing clothes, etc.
You would expect the famed ulster warrior, child of a sun-related deity, to wake up before the sun rises and start his day early but, actually, Cú would canonically sleep till the middle of the day. So do be the lover that makes the breakfast for him instead, please and thank you!
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