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jaysgirlx · 1 year

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Could you please write a dick grayson oneshot and make it angst with some fluff plsss

❝ 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ❞

❥ pairing: dick grayson x civilian f!reader

❥ summary: dick loves you so much and you know it but all the two of you do is fight and your last fight might've just been it for the two of you.

❥ warnings: major angst, accused cheating, mentions of depression and reader is aware dick is nightwing.

❥ wc: 1.4k

"Why were you there with him? He knows better than to take you out" Dick said as he angrily slapped his apartment door behind him. The loud echo only showed how angry Dick was.

"What's wrong with hanging out with Jason?” You said bitterly, he had been ditching you all month and now he wants to play boyfriend? “And if you're going to be upset with anyone make it me, I was the one who dragged him out for drinks"

"Why? Do I not spend enough time with you or do you just prefer my brother? You know he's dangerous for fucks sake"

You don't respond this time, while the tension between you two thickened. I'm so fucking done. This wasn't fair to you. Everything these days was always your fault. “Dick, I'm allowed to hang out with Jason he's my friend not just your brother,” you said with your arms folded across your chest.

These days it was almost as if he wanted you two to argue and fight more and more. It was only was 3 months ago that things were nearly perfect and now everything is a mess.

Is he this mad over Jason?

Your plan for tonight had been to drown your sorrow's in some vodka and when you told Jason he said was coming with you. Apparently, he didn't think it was a good idea for you to go to the bar by yourself so he followed. He didn't drink but he did listen to you rant about Dick being well a dick. You two had been laughing and sharing about Dick right before he showed up angry because you missed 10 of his calls.

Dick grunted with irritation, your response not only made him pissed but also slightly jealous. Since when were you and Jason so close? You kept defending him like you two were… "Are you defending him because you're fucking him? Is that it"

That sentence was your final straw. You'll never know what compelled you to punch him, maybe it was resentment you had for him or maybe the alcohol that reminded in your system. Tears were spilling from your eyes while Dick stumbled back recovering from that punch. "Fuck you, Grayson" He looked up at you holding his nose, you could tell he regretted saying anything but that didn't mean he didn't mean what he said “Love I didn't—”

“Don't Grayson, just don't” You wiped the tears away and grabbed your things, your phone, an already packed suitcase, and your wallet. Dick watched you like there was something to be said and he just couldn't say it. He wanted to stop you, pull you close to him, and beg for your forgiveness but in the end, this was what he wanted. Why hurt you all over again later in time when he could just get it over with? Like ripping off a band-aid. Except it's really stuck to your skin. "I'm going to stay with Steph for the time being while you get your shit together"

Before you could even hear what he said you left with what you took, it was long before you arrived at Steph's place a complete mess knocking on her door. "Y/n, what happened?" she said letting you inside. You wanted to speak but you didn't know how. The only words that left your mouth were, "I can't do this to myself anymore Steph, I think we're done for good after this."

~✧~

3 & 1/2 months later

"I can't do this anymore, Dick"

Those words rang in his head while, Dick Grayson stood in front of your apartment for other fifth time this month just staring at your door. He knew you were probably home, listening to music while you made breakfast for dinner. This was how he wanted his plan to go, he gets you to dump him and he protects you from afar. But that night hadn't been a part of his plan, he was angry. Jason may have been his brother but he wasn't always involved with the right guys and you...you could get hurt and he'd only blame himself.

He was a fucking coward and he was okay with that, as long as you were safe. For the last two months, he'd been trying to track your every move but it was as if you had quite literally disappeared off that face of the earth. After what Steph told him, he knew you didn't want him around, and why would you? Though he was upset with you, he should've never implied that you would cheat on him. He knew you wouldn't. You loved him and he clearly did not deserve your undying affection.

After what seemed like forever Dick realized the silence coming from your home while quite strange. Your walls were thin, he would know because your neighbors banned him from staying the night due to the activities you two very much enjoyed indulging in. He gently knocked at the door as in pushing it open. It was unlocked. His fists clenched at the sight of the broken lock that he hadn't noticed until now.

Forced entry?

He pushed open the door wide, your apartment was a mess but it was also empty. He checked your room, bathroom, and the guest room but you were gone. He looked around the room for something. something tangible he could trace back to find you. He searched your bedroom once more, finding a blood stained envelope on your dresser labeled "For Nightwing".

fuck fuck fuck.

This is exactly what he didn't want to happen. Your life was in danger because of him. His eyes roamed the blood stained, tightly sealed envelope, reading his name printed on it in Black. He didn't hesitate before tearing it open and reading its contents.

Dear Nightwing,

You might know me since it seems like your former lover here forgot to mention me. The best boyfriend she ever had, we were just so perfect for each other. But after she found out about the stalking and the murders, she got scared and ran to you and took her away from me. She said I was dangerous! Can you believe that?

You're more than just that, you are sick, deranged, and mentally insane.

It took me a while to put together that she was actually dating you and then I had to wait till the two of you broke up. The worst part is that when I tried to win her back after your "horrific" breakup she told me that she never wants to see my disgusting face ever again and that she only wanted to love you.

She still wanted to love me?

And that just made me so mad. So mad that I wanted to end her sweet life, but I took mercy on her and decided that I was going to have a little fun with the two of you. From the way I saw you treat her, you were willing to do almost anything for her. I am so upset that I spent my time on a whore that is still obsessed with the likes of you and I want an out. I want to leave Gotham and start a new life and for that I need money. A lot of it. After learning that you are Dick Grayson, an adopted son of the Bruce Wayne I just knew all this would work.

So Nightwing if you want your girlfriend back you have to pay the price. Here's how much I want: 5 billion, that should be reasonable enough.

Wire it to this account number xxxxxxxx under the name Roman Jennings and it's under this girl's address. Don't worry, I will wait as long as you're willing to take but now I'll have my fun with her. Let's hope she's not dead before I get what I want.

— X

Money? He wants fucking money?

He kidnapped you, the love of his life, just so he could have some money to run away like some pussy. Now Dick was not only pissed but ready to kill a man. He had hurt you to keep you safe but you were in danger and he had no clue what to do. Well...he knew what to do or rather who to call but he did't want to.

I am not calling him for money.

He grumbled and whipped out his phone to text him.

Dick: Father, hypothetically could you gather up Damien, Jason, Tim, Steph, Cass, and Barbra for me? For a late-night dinner perhaps?

Bruce: You only call me Father when you need something important. Did something bad happen?

Dick: Can you get them?

Bruce: Hypothetically, yes I could. What is going on Dick?

Dick: I'm coming to the Manor in about 10 minutes, please get them.

Bruce: Is it that bad?

Dick: Yes.

Bruce: I'll see you soon Dick.

This was going to be a long night...

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #nightwing #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson imagine #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x you #nightwing x reader #dc x fem #dc x y/n #dc x you #dc x reader

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sillysistersusi · 1 month

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And even though you're scared, You're stronger than you know

Fandom: The Silmarillion

Maeglin & Turgon

Summary: After drinking to much at a party, Maeglin tells Turgon that he feels like no one loves him.

Warnings: alcohol, vomiting, crying

This is Part 1 of 2, no idea when Part 2 is going to be out.

A/N: Title is from "Something Wild" by Lindsey Stirling.

Turgon already regretted persuading Maeglin to come along to one of the parties organised by the other Lords of Gondolin. But what else could he do? His nephew was causing him serious concern. He was completely isolated from the others and had difficulty making friends.

But he wasn't surprised, after all Maeglin was a stranger in a city where everyone seemed to know everyone else, and after what had happened to Aredhel and what Eöl had said before Turgon threw him into the depths, Maeglin naturally found it even harder to make friends.

And that was why Turgon had persuaded him to go.

That the evening would end with Glorfindel telling a funny story in which Aredhel was mentioned in passing, whereupon Maeglin began to cry, for he was very VERY drunk, and threw up all over himself, wasn't something Turgon could have predicted.

Glorfindel had tried to calm him down, but in the end Turgon had decided to take Maeglin, who could barely walk straight anymore, to his room before he attracted the attention of the others and they had one more reason to find him strange. Turgon was just glad that it had been Glorfindel with whom it had happened, because he knew that Glorfindel would only tell others as soon as he knew whether it was really okay for Maeglin. For as much as Turgon appreciated some of the other lords, he knew they probably wouldn't keep their mouths shut.

One of Maeglin's arms hung over Turgon's shoulder, the other just hung there at his side. Maeglin was still crying and his face was an absolute mess of tears, snot and vomit. Turgon knew this was his fault. He should have paid more attention to what Glorfindel, who had immediately started a conversation with Maeglin, was giving him to drink in the first place. He knew, of course, that Glorfindel had only meant well, but that didn't change the fact that Maeglin would certainly be feeling really bad the next day.

"It is all right," Turgons whispered gently, who had never seen his nephew so upset. Maeglin usually hid his feelings very well. The only time he had ever seen him cry was at Aredhel's funeral.

"I miss Nana." Maeglin whispered and sniffled, sounding like a much younger child and not like an elf who was almost grown up.

Turgon sighed heavily. "Me too, my boy, me too."

They had finally arrived at Maeglin's room and Turgon somehow managed to hold Maeglin, push the door handle down with his foot and push the door open. Too bad Idril hadn't seen that, she would have found it amusing.

Turgon helped Maeglin over to his bed and carefully sat him down on the edge. And even though Maeglin should probably take a bath, Turgon was slightly afraid that he might accidentally drown himself in this state if Turgon wasn't looking closely, so he decided not to risk it.

So he took a wet cloth and gently wiped Maeglin's face with it.

"I- I miss- " Maeglin sniffled, and Turgon was actually impressed by how clear his words still sounded, even though he had drunk so much. "I miss Ada too," Maeglin sobbed, and Turgon's hand stopped in mid-motion. "I know I shouldn't miss him, but- " Maeglin's voice died.

Turgon took a deep breath, which he immediately regretted as the acrid smell of vomit rose to his nose, then he continued to clean Maeglin's face.

It reminded him of how young he still was. Turgon had already seen how much it had affected Idril to grow up almost completely without Elenwë, but he didn't want to imagine how bad it was to be in a strange place without any parents at all.

He had never realised that Maeglin missed Eöl too, otherwise he would surely have tried to talk to him about it somehow. To show Maeglin that he was safe with him and could tell him anything.

"He was your father," Turgon said, hoping that Maeglin could understand him. "Of course you miss him, that is quite normal."

Apparently he could still understand him, because he said, "But he was evil."

Turgon's blood froze a little at these words. For sure, Eöl had killed Aredhel and that had indeed been 'evil', but he couldn't shake the feeling that Maeglin wasn't referring to his mother's death.

"I think I just miss having someone." Maeglin continued to murmur, his eyes now half closed. "I miss- miss the idea- " he hiccupped. "The idea of what I- what I wish my father could have been."

Turgon put the now dirty cloth aside and briefly stroked Maeglin's hair gently. That had always helped whenever Elenwë and Idril were sad.

He stood up and walked over to the wardrobe and took out some of Maeglin's sleeping clothes.

"Itarillë is really lucky that you are her father," he whispered weakly.

Turgon came back to him, put the sleeping clothes on the bed next to Maeglin and started to carefully help him out of his top, which was still full of vomit. "Why? Because that makes her the direct princess of Gondolin?"

Maeglin shook his head, but apparently a little too vigorously than he should have, because he squinted his eyes briefly in pain before saying, "She is lucky because you love her. Nana was the only one who loved me." Tears welled up in his eyes again. "And I- I- ot is my fault that she- that she is no longer here!"

Turgon hung the dirty top over a chair in the corner and set about dressing Maeglin in his sleeping top. When he had finished, he pulled him to his feet and changed his trousers. Then he carefully pulled his shoes off his feet.

It had been important for him to make sure Maeglin was comfortable before he took any further steps.

He carefully put an arm around Maeglin and pulled him slightly towards him. "It is not your fault. Her love protected you, she did it willingly."

Maeglin let his head fall weakly against Turgon's shoulder.

"And I love you too, Lómion." Turgon whispered softly and began stroking his back in a circular motion.

The next time he looked at Maeglin, his eyes were closed. Turgon smiled gently. This evening had clearly been too much for his young nephew.

He carefully laid Maeglin down and placed the heavy duvet over him. He pulled it in tight all over so that Maeglin wouldn't kick it off in his sleep and get cold.

Just as Turgon was about to leave, immediately after giving the top full of vomit to a servant to get it cleaned, Maeglin groaned and whispered barely audibly: "I wish you could love me as if you really were my father."

Turgon's hand remained on the door handle for a few moments as he watched Maeglin weep softly and toss and turn in discomfort. Then he sighed, took the chair and pulled it towards Maeglin's bed.

Maeglin's eyes were tightly closed and a few tears were running down his cheeks. Carefully, Turgon reached out and began stroking Maeglin's hair again. He didn't really expect a reaction, so he was surprised when Maeglin relaxed almost immediately and leaned into Turgon's hand.

Turgon leant forward and kissed him gently on the temple. "Do not worry, I will stay here and watch over you, just like your mother cannot anymore and your father never did."

#turgon #maeglin #turgon and maeglin #maeglin lomion #turukano #nolofinweans #the silmarillion #silm fanfiction #gondolin #cross posted on ao3 #fanfic

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maitaiwiththecorpses · 9 months

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The Real Thing

1- My Fault

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Aru Shah was screaming.

What's new?

"Y'know, when people say I like you to someone, they typically mean in a romantic way, dumbass."

Aru Shah was screaming at Aiden Acharya.

Well, an imaginary version of him.

It was dumb, and possibly psychotic, but what else could one do alone in their room?

Clean?

Bullshit.

The imaginary Aiden's presence was fleeting, and she had to refocus on the image of the boy in her mind to keep him in the corner of her room. "And what's the deal with you and Poppy, huh?" She turned to face the miraged boy. "It's all, 'we're friends, Shah,' and then you go giggling with that demon bitch-" a bit far, but a safe space is a no-judgement space, too.

She threw her clothes in a hamper. HA! Look! She could multitask. Laundry and screaming at an imaginary pretty boy.

"You know, the whole reason we're in this mess is because of her," she reminded him. There was no trace of recognition in his eyes, no reaction. Just a phantom that looked like the boy across the street. "I'm serious- don't give me that look- she was recording me and was going to ruin my life-" And you could have dealt with it, a small voice in her head interrupted. You could have fessed up to your lies and had a clean slate.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. Shit. This was her fault. She knew, of course, but the lie that Poppy was the root cause had always given her comfort. Under the merciless glare of Aiden, though, the lie seemed more like a flimsy excuse, and she was at fault.

"FINE! You got me!" She yelled at the figure. "I let the Sleeper out. It's my fault."

No reaction.

She threw Vajra at the figure and opened a window. No more of this imaginary Aiden bullshit.

She didn't want to talk anymore.

2- House Of Friendship

"I didn't know you were a Taylor Swift fan," she said nonchalantly. She had opened the door to her room to find imaginary Aiden there. Might as well have a talk. "Let me guess, you tell people your favorite album's Folklore when you're more of a Lover girlie?" She raised a brow, grinning madly at the holographic boy.

Right. He's not real, despite the slight look of judgement developing on his face.

Shit, she's not supposed to even know anything about Taylor Swift.

"Uh, I mean... whaaaaat? Taylor who?" Her cheeks were on fire and there was no recovering. She groaned in repent, flopping on her bed. "I like Reputation," she said, voice muffled by her pillow.

"You know," she said suddenly, sitting up, "we should totally do an album listen. Like, when our queen of pop releases new music." She started pacing around the room. "Like, we'd put up fairy lights, and make a giant pillow fort- I trust you to bring food, but of course I'm gonna be in charge of the fort- Oh! And we could take my mom's AirPods and listen to the new album together! See, Wifey, technology!" She made jazz hands to imaginary Aiden grinning like an idiot. "You're so damn stubborn about technology," she groused when imaginary Aiden maintained his judgmental face. "I bet you're one of those people who don't like it when their thermostats are connected to google home or something like that," she got up to her computer, pulling up a picture of the google home tech. "See? Not so bad- but that wall color is!" She exclaimed in disgust. Aiden would agree with her. Army green is no color for a living room. Something about color theory and light, but she mostly thought it was ugly.

"There's no way our house is gonna look like that, you hear me? We do yellow and white and that's it-"

Oh.

HOLD UP.

What was that about our house???

Yellow and white?!

WHY WAS ARU PLANNING THEIR FUTURES TOGETHER???

"I bet you're terrible to live with," she snapped at the imaginary Aiden. Surprisingly, he scowled at her in disapproval.

"What? You know it's true," she lied. It probably wasn't. He was probably one of those people who cleaned as they cooked and did laundry twice a week periodically so that it didn't pile up and, in that process, took care of all the soft ass blankets in the house which were probably really nice to cuddle in-

Aiden was smirking at her. A figment of her imagination was making fun of her.

"Rude," she muttered, throwing a pillow at him. He didn't disappear. "Ugh, you're probably one of those people who make their partners communicate and shit," she said, cheeks on fire.

STOP IMAGINING AIDEN IN A RELATIONSHIP! She screamed at herself.

"And, to make matters worse, you probably gatekeep all the food in arguments." Imaginary Aiden frowned at her. He turned to leave and she stumbled out of bed, grabbing at nothing. "NO- wait! C'mon, you and I both know I didn't mean it like that. You would be great to live with even if you're a snob, and we'd have a whole lot of fun painting a house together!" She pleaded desperately. Since when could imaginary Aiden decide for himself? "Really, I would love-" she choked on the word slightly, "- to- well, live with you! Cause love! And friendship!" She offered awkwardly.

He smiled at her before shaking his head.

Then he left.

Why did he always leave?

3- Promises...

"ARU-!"

And they were gone.

She was gone.

She was with the Sleeper.

There was no one here.

Make no noise, she told herself.

For twenty minutes, she sat there in silence, looking around. No one came.

She softly cried, the reality of the situation hitting her.

She was alone, in the Sleeper's lair. She wanted her mom. She wanted Boo. She wanted her sisters. She wanted the Potatoes.

She wanted to go home.

"I know, Shah. We'll get out of here soon." Imaginary Aiden. She couldn't be mad at him.

She shook her head like a toddler, sobs racking her body. "You don't know that." Aiden came up to her and hugged her, snaking his arms around her waist.

"Yes I do. They're not going to leave you like this." She could feel his breath against her ear, a phantom of a kiss to her forehead-

"But they should," she sobbed. "They should get themselves out of this mess and leave me here to rot." She looked up at imaginary Aiden. "You should, too."

"What, and leave the best person I know in the hands of our enemies?" Aiden smiled sadly at her. "I don't think so, Shah."

She had nothing to say to that. Her eyes were getting droopy and sleep was going to take her soon.

"Rest, Aru. You're not going to remember this, but I promise we'll get you out of here."

Her thoughts were messed up, and she wasn't thinking quite right, so maybe she was already asleep when she said it, or maybe imaginary Aiden heard her mumble 'I love you'.

Either way, darkness was reclaiming her soon.

4- ... And No Promises

"It's not so bad, asshole," she glared at imaginary Aiden in the corner.

"Yes it is, Shah," he glared back.

"Our souls in a past life were married- how is it any worse now?" She took the garland of her neck and took the bindi off. The ordeal with the vanara fake wedding had just gone down, and real life Aiden was throwing a hissy fit for the ages.

And so was imaginary Aiden now.

"It's worse because we, Aru and Aiden were gonna get married. Not Arjun and Daupadi. They're the soulmates, Shah, not us."

She wanted to scream that, by technicality, they were soulmates too.

Instead, she yelled at him. "And? Would it be so bad to marry me? Huh?" She walked menacingly towards him, at her wit's end. "You say and do all these things, but the minute you're faced with any kind of commitment you run away!"

Oh, boy. The floodgates were open now.

"We are not you parents! You are not your parents! You're better than that! You know better! I'm not going to leave you," she choked out, half bawling. It was an ugly cry, the kind that girls who were always unwanted did when they were reminded of their unwantedness. "I would never willingly leave you," she said again, determination set in her eyes. "That's what love is."

"None of that matters, Aru," imaginary Aiden said coldly.

"Because Kara, right?" She asked softly.

Aiden immediately softened. "Because I'm going to die, Shah." Aru was sure by now she had fallen asleep- there was no way the flying erasers came with the room she was in.

"No you're not," she said, confused.

"That's not something you can promise," Aiden said sadly.

He was right, for once.

She couldn't promise that.

5- Till Death Do Us Part

"Blind rage looks great on you, Shah," Aiden said snarkily.

She turned to him in hysteria, tears streaming down her face and a fire in her eyes. "You're dead," she spat. "You left me here."

"People need you," he said calmly.

"I need you! I matter more than those people- or at least I thought I did-"

"The greater good-"

"Is bullshit!" She screamed. Atlanta was empty in the thin 4 am morning light. "The greater good, and saving everyone is bullshit if you're not here!" She breathed in deeply, pulling herself together to deliver a final, some might even say deathly blow.

"If the stories are true- which they are- then I'm going to die soon."

Aiden froze in the corner of her vision, then immediately rushed over to her. "Shah? Hey, listen, you can't-"

It was like he was actually clinging to her shoulder. She did not move away. "Arjun dies soon after Draupadi does. It's over for me." She turned to him, nearly hopeful. "I'm done. I'm tired, Aiden. I don't want to fight without you."

It was his turn to rage, it seemed, cause Aiden shook her shoulders and Aru actually felt it. "Listen to me, Shah. I'm going to come back. But in order for me to do that, you have to fight. Giving up now ensures that we both die, and I'm not willing to accept that, yet."

She cried even harder. When did the world become deserving of this boy?

"Light 'em up, Shah," he said softly, holding her hands.

She nodded at him, cracking a smile only to say, "you mean, arson, right?" Before he laughed sadly at her and disappeared.

She could feel her soul fighting to escape her body, she could feel herself being drained of her lifeblood-

But she just.

Won't.

Stop.

6- For Real This Time

Aiden was in the corner of the room, typing away at his computer.

"I was thinking red velvet?" Aru asked.

He cracked a smile, looking up from his work on the laptop. "Do you know how to make it?"

"Brynne lives twenty minutes away," she replied. She pulled him out of his chair and wrapped her arms around him.

"What's this for?"

"Corporeal affection is superior to verbal affection."

"Meaning...?"

"Meaning I need a damn hug, Wifey." She squeezed tighter, breathing in the scent of fresh laundry.

"Red velvet sounds a little extra, don't you think?" They were swaying softly on the spot to no music, and Aru leaned her head on his chest, listening to the stead thump of his heart.

"Yeah, but we are extra," she said. In full honesty, she would love to skip the dinner tonight with the Potatoes and just stay in bed, but she knew this was important.

"How about chocolate? I think we have a box mix in the pantry."

Aru sighed dramatically, falling back on their bed. "Fiiiiiine. But don't get offended when we get called basic."

"We are basic, Shah," Aiden said, already walking to the kitchen.

"Hey, I thought we were extra!" She called back.

Seems not.

When she finally got out of bed and into pants, she found Aiden mixing away in the kitchen, with powdered sugar in his hair.

Gods, this was real.

So, so real.

She smiled at him, thankful for the fact.

In the corner of her eye, imaginary Aiden waved goodbye, smiling softly as he faded away.

She didn't need him anymore.

She had the real thing.

#aruden #lightning smolder #aru shah #roshani chokshi #the pandava quintet #aiden acharya #aru shah and the city of gold #aru shah and the end of time #aru shah and the nectar of immortality #aru shah and the song of death #aru shah and the tree of wishes #the potatoes #aru x aiden

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thepinksteve · 1 month

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Leon S. Kennedy Head Canons

THIS IS NOT FOR LEON FROM RE 2 ORIGINAL AND REMAKE. THIS IS FOR THE DBD VERSION OF DBD ! IF IT WAS FOR THE GAMES , IT WOULD BE VERY DIFFERENT

Entering the realm -- When Leon entered the realm , he was just happy he wasn't in Raccoon City anymore , only to meet a new enemy , Nemesis. His jaw was completely dropped when he first met the monster. Jill just hit his arm in a joking way as they watched Chris getting morried. Leon took off his badge for a week and stopped talking to Jill , Chris , and Claire for a month.

Leon also lost his shit when he met Wesker , then watching Chris get morried again. Leon proceeded to chuck his badge at Wesker , flip off Jill , and blow up on Rebecca.

“ He yelled at me.. Why ? I don't even know , something about knowing Wesker and it's my fault he's here. I don't know. Also, that was literally the first time we talked , ever. ” - Rebecca Chambers , 1 - 3 , 15 : 28 / 3 : 28 . Recorded by Zarina Kassir

Leon was forced by the Entity to do trials with the others , but only because he was so freaked out by them , it caused emotions and the Entity wanted that. She also didn't allow Leon to see Ada for a month , just to make sure he really missed her so that when she finally did show her. He would be extremely happy.

When he saw Birkin , he almost gave up. Him and Claire both gave up for a bit. Claire deciding to play along with the Entity's game after a week. Leon , took a month.

Relationships -- Leon tries his best not to romantically involved with anyone , including Ada. He tries to not see her as much as the Entity wants , she wants the emotions from the two , but to make sure she couldn't feed off of them. He avoids her at all costs.

Leon made a bunch of friends , only because he was from a famous video game franchise. The only ones who are his friends that don't know him from Resident Evil are David Tapp and Bill OverBeck. They are one , from different universes and two , they are sweet lil old men.

The other old men of the fog , don't care for the rookie. Such as Ace Visconti. Ace cares for no one expect MONEY !

Nemesis and Wesker -- The moment he saw Nemesis , was the moment he knew he was absolutely fucked. After he had calmed down from Nemesis , he met Wesker. They sat down and chatted , Wesker said something and Leon now refuses to go into trails with Wesker.

After Sable joined the realm , she was able to translate the beast , she asked Leon to sit down with Nemesis. The stars obsessed monster said something. Leon refuses to state what he said. He also refuses to go into trials with Nemesis.

Feng Min -- Leon was unlucky enough to meet Feng in his first official trial to the Entity's sick game. Leon is the only person who was allowed to stop having trials with Feng because of the traumatic event she caused him. Leon went into a panic attack for three hours , probably more if the Entity didn't take him out of the trail.

Feng Min started with saying how she was a huge fan and such , she then pulled out a fan fiction she made. He didn't get past the title. It was named “ Leon has a unexpected night with Mr X. ” Leon balled up and started crying and shaking.

Feng Min , after three months. Was finally allowed to be in trials with Leon again. She immediately got banned again after she showed him another fan fiction. He was able to get past the title this time , being told that it had nothing to do with him. It did , and Birkin.

Leon knows what the fans make about him -- The Entity shows Leon what fans of him say , make , and do with his character. She likes the reaction she gets out of him.

Continue the blood line -- Leon has refused trials with Chris but refused by the Entity , her already granting no trials with Feng Min. Although , the Entity did allow less trials.

Whenever Leon does get a trial with Chris , he gets told. “ Continue the blood line Kennedy. ” Leon doesn't understand what it means , and it scares him.

#dbd #dead by daylight #headcanon #dbd survivor #leon kennedy #resident evil

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Have you ever seen a person be so desperate to pin the blame on you that they start contradicting or looking hypocritical in their arguments.

Bc today i have.

This rant is going to miss a lot of context but I just wanted to share it.

Anyway, I'm still laughing at it so hard because I got into an argument and they kept going in circles between pining the blame on you or saying that we're all to blame to get me to apologize or agree idrk

(and yes ik i have my faults, never said I didn't but they kept accusing me like I'm painting myself in a good light but I know I could've done better but honestly I was tired of their shit since I've been carrying them in past works while they only had 1 really easy job that they still half ass somehow)

And if it wasn't working, they start grasping at any straws in my arguments before going for the below the belt comments and honestly I wanted to go like "right back at you." It's just really dumb.

I haven't even said anything accusatory, at most, it would be like be better groupmates next time and they got PISSED.

Anyways, the whole argument took 2 hours and they tried to spin it as if I'm the villain and they're the poor soul that got trampled bc of the consequences of their sctions. And I'm pretty sure they still think they're taking the moral high ground by not responding anymore but whatever. It's their problem not mine.

-🫣

Oh yeah this is a friend too and they had no apology at all if there was it was used to point fingers at me again

they wanted you to be wrong soooooo bad. they sound like losers.

#🫣 anon

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Ooh, I love telling my JW stories!!

1. (tw familial abuse) First off, I was lucky enough to not have had other kids my age in our congregation, so I wasn't really pressured into baptism. I got out when I was 16,it was a bit messy but no comparison to how it would have gone had I been baptised.

2. My mom was actually allowed to get a divorce! But only after she wrote to Bethel. My father was abusive to everyone in our family (my mother as well, but not quite as bad as him). She asked the elders in oir congregation to be allowed to get a divorce, but they didn't allow it. My older sister just turned 18 (I was a toddler, my younger brother a baby) and threatened my mom to go to CPS and try and get custudy for me and my siblings. So my mother wrote to Bethel, told them about everything and they allowed he to get a divorce. It was really messy and we had to go to a different congregation.

3. Said sister was disfellowshipped when I was 4 for having a boyfriend. Until then I had spent almost every day and night either with her or my other sister. From one day to the next I wasn't allowed to see her anymore and basically only then started living with my mom and my brother.

4. My elementary school teacher bullied me for being JW and poor. That's not JW fault (she also did this to the only muslim kid in my class and another poor kid) but it still sucks.

5. When I was 12 two elder (both over 50) talked to me about my nail polish. They said that it was really disrespectful to tempt men like that and asked if I wanted to be a stumbling block or viewed as a whore.

6. I actually don't have much to tell about evolution, because it was only briefly mentioned in my science lessons. The teachers knew about our religion, so I wrote one sentence at the end of the test (something like "scientists believe..., but I believe the bible") and that was done.

6. I do however remember how I debated pro life in politics class. Like the good jw I was I usually didn't really participate in our politics lessons, only enough to get an ok grade. But I cann still feel how my heart was beating because I was so horrified that my classmates were okay with "killing babies" (while praying for God to kill everyone who isn't jw).

7. I also remember when I was 11 (?) and I finally found two friends in school (who I was only allowed to see in school and for schoolwork) that I thought how nice it would be if someone killed them, because then they would be resurrected (also thought that the kindest thing to do would be if one person decided to kill as many people as possible, because they themselves would not get into paradise, but they would help others, because if you have already been resurrected it would be easier to decide FOR the truth). You know, normal kids thoughts...

8. I was constantly terrified that I would have unforgivable thoughts. I always had a "what if..?"-mind, so as a very young child I thought about "what if this is the dream and our dreams are the real world?" "How do we know what's real?" and stuff like that and I always had doubts in my mind (although of course I did everything to suppress them). When I learned that blasphemy was unforgivable and that a lot of stuff is considered blasphemy in jw circles I was even more afraid of my own mind.

9. One time my mom found my brother's Yu-Gi-Oh cards and freaked out because ot would certainly invite demons into our home. (I was slightly better at hiding my stuff)

10. Also, my family is convinced that my father invited demons into our home because he read Stephen King.

11. When I went to 7th grade I had to choose between learning French or Latin. I always wanted to learn Latin because I always had athing for ancient languages and "useless" knowledge. But my mom said that I would only need Latin if I wanted to go to college so I had to choose French. I had 5 years of French, hated every second of it and now that I could actually use it, I have to relearn everything because I forgot everything. Now I really like it btw, but now its purpose is;vt to keep me from acquiring "the wisdom of men".

You're among the more fortunate. This is good.

I'm actually quite surprised they Guv'Body actually relented.

Separating families. Classic Guv'Body technique.

That's messed up. Though sadly I don't have any words of advice regarding teachers abusing students (I'm here for Jehovah's Witness Horror Stories, not School Horror Stories).

Honestly by this point the Elders are most likely projecting their own sexual desires. In layman's terms I think they may be pedophiles themselves.

(You put 6 twice so I'll just merge the two). It's amazing how one's cult programming can bleed into everyday life. I like to think that it's this very same bleeding that caused me to start asking questions.

That's the very same hypothetical I've brought up on at least one occasion regarding logical extremes. Believing that the dead will simply await judgement after Armageddon, etc etc. A horrific proposition, if you ask me.

It's stuff like this that makes it easy to scare people into submission. Make someone unable to trust their own instincts, and they'll cling to anything and anyone who acts as their "leader". A dictator's favourite pasttime.

I've basically just learned never to share my interests beyond the barest of descriptions because of this.

I've heard of several regimes that would try to snuff out literature. They rhyme with "Mittler", "Chtalin", and "Meow".

Reading Latin would've helped you read some of the older Bible literature, and therefore poke holes into JW theology. I FEEL LIKE I SEEN THIS SOMEWHERE.

-Degurechaff, dropping the "Mod" prefix.

#mod degurechaff #jehovah's witnesses #jwhs #jehovah's witness #jehovah's witness horror stories

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Magic is not real pt 3

Tag : @superpositvecloudshipper @hufflepuff1619

Last chapter of the series. I hope you enjoy it!!

Part 2 Part 1

BANG

George smashed the glass window. Y/n rushed to him.

"Jesus George are you ok? What were you thinking? Oh my god...You're bleeding. What am I gonna do?" Y/n panicked.

George was shaken. His eyes were dark, heavily breathing, sweat dripping all over his face. Y/n silently gathered up the first aid kit and tended his wounds. "George, are you listening?"

"Hmm...I'm going to bed." Said George, walking towards his room.

She gave a confused look to George but didn't press the matter further. She went to the living room, silently waiting for the rest of the party to return. Lockwood asked her to stay the night. He planned to drop her home the next morning.

Y/n could barely stay awake when she heard the familiar click of the front door open. She jumped off the sofa, went straight to the door. She found both Lockwood and Lucy soaked from head to toe. She noticed Lucy was silently fuming. Before she could ask anything, Lucy excused herself to her room.

"What happened to you both?" Y/n glared at the fellow agent.

"Just a little mishap. Nothing serious." Lockwood awkwardly smiled.

Y/n grew more suspicious. "Freshen up. I'm making tea."

Y/N's POV

What is wrong with these kids? One smashed his hand against a window, the other two came home drenched when it's not even raining outside.

They don't even tell me anything....Is it because I'm a stranger?... I thought we were friends. Did I mess up again? Shit, y/n you always mess things up.

I placed the tea on the table and took a seat.

It's not their fault, anyways. I don't even have talent. I'm holding them back. I'm just a pathetic loser. I don't have any talent to help them. The voices in my head grew louder until someone called my name.

I looked at Lockwood who was sipping tea beside me.

"Mr. Lockwood, you have a lot of explaining to do." I demanded

Lockwood sighed and told me everything that happened tonight.

"You jumped into the Thames? Mr. Lockwood, are you out of your mind? No wonder Luce is mad at you" I said while fixing my glasses.

"We're alive. That's all that matters."

Now, it's my time to fume.

"You and your antics." I said, pushing my glasses further on my nose.

"Y/n can we do this tomorrow? I'm really tired." Lockwood said.

I have no choice but to drop the conversation. I was about to leave when Lockwood held my hand. I raised an eyebrow at him.

He pulled me into a hug.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow, first thing in the morning, I promise." He mumbled.

"Hmm." I replied.

He kissed my forehead and took me to his room.

"You can sleep here tonight. I'll sleep on the couch."

"But-"

"I insist." He pleads to me.

I gave in. I was too tired to fight anymore. I jumped under the covers and went into a deep slumber.

..............................................

The next morning, y/n found herself in the kitchen talking about the previous events that occurred last night to Lockwood.

"I think something is wrong with George."

"Y/n we're all on edge lately. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. He will be fine." Lockwood casually said.

"Mr. Lockwood, are you even listening to yourself? I saw with my own eyes. He was trembling. It's like he saw a visitor. I am sure he needs our help."

Lockwood didn't understand and didn't pay much attention. Y/n didn't say anything further. She will find it out by herself. She won't bother the agents.

On the way back home, she had already started to think about a plan.

I can't just sit here and watch. I have to do something and I'll do it. It's time to show my nosy side to Mr. Lockwood.

A week later Y/n finds a certain gentleman entering the Arifs but he wasn't alone. George came with a woman, older than him (this kinda sounds weird) with a messy bun. They took a seat in the corner. George placed an order and Y/n took this opportunity to meet the party.

"So here's your tea and donuts, Georgie"

"Y/n? What a pleasant surprise!"

"Mate, I work here for a living."

"Yeah..um Pamela meet Y/n, Y/n meet Pamela Joplin. She's helping us with the case." George said, awkwardly. She gave a smirk to the poor fellow.

"Oh that's wonderful. Pleasure to meet you ma'am." Y/n smiled.

"Nice to meet you dear." Pamela smiled back.

"I'm gonna get back to work. Call me up if you need anything." With that Y/n gets back to the counter but she keeps her gaze on them.

After finishing up, she went outside to take a quick breath. She looked at her watch and realised she still had an hour before the curfew so she took a different route to her home, killing some time. Suddenly her eyes fell on a couple in the corner of the street. It's George and Pamela she thought to herself.

As you can tell, how nosy Y/n can be. She followed them and found herself standing in front of none other than, the Kensal Green Cemetery. She saw them going inside.

"What are they doing here?"

How stupid of her. She didn't even realise where she was standing right now. It's a bloody cemetery and it's past the curfew. She rummages through her bag for a salt bomb. Shit. Why do I always forget to bring salt bombs?

She feels a cold presence behind her, before she gets ghost touched by a visitor she runs as fast as she could. She stumbled upon a stone which causes her ring to fall off but she doesn't get the time to pick it up. She hastily makes her way inside the building.

Meanwhile, in 35 Portland Row, a much calmer Lucy was scribbling on the thinking cloth while Lockwood was making some tea.

"I'm sorry, Lucy. Whatever I did last night, it was immature of me and-"

Lucy looked at him with concern in her eyes.

"Look" she pointed at the thinking cloth.

They see several drawings of spirals scattered all over the thinking cloth. They looked at each other in shock.

"Shit, shit, shit." Lockwood hissed. "It's all my fault."

"What?"

"Y/n warned me about George. She said something's wrong with him but I.."

"It's the mirror. It was all in front of us but we never paid attention." Lucy spoke.

Lockwood nodded.

"Y/n was right. Lucy prepare the bags. They're in danger."

Y/n finds Pamela pulling a knife on George's throat. "You're gonna do exactly what I say"

"STOP"

They both look at the girl. "Look! Your little friend is here." Pamela's voice filled with malice.

"Y/n run. It's not safe here."

"I'm not leaving you. You're my friend. You're not an oddball, you're the best among us." Y/n cried.

"Very moving. Cut the drama. I need one of you to sit here and look at the mirror. If any of you act smart, I'll kill both of you." Pamela hissed.

"Take me." Y/n yelled.

"No. Are you crazy? You'll die. If anything happens to you, I won't be able to show my face to Lockwood." George tried to convince Y/n but it was futile.

"I don't have talent anyway. It won't matter much if I die. Save yourself, Georgie." She gives a weak smile to George and takes a seat in front of the mirror.

Pamela tied her hands. Y/n glares at her.

"You won't get away with this."

Joplin gave a tight slap across the poor girl's face which led her glasses to fall on the ground.

"Kids these days are so disrespectful."

"You're no better." Y/n gave a grin. She gained a punch on her stomach. She groan in pain. She planned to buy some time, it didn't matter how many punches she had to get She knew her Anthony will come to save her. Hurry up, Anthony.

Lockwood and Lucy made their way to the cemetery. Lucy was the first to enter while Lockwood looked around to find any silhouette of the concerned boy. Instead, he finds a shiny metal, reflecting under the moonlight.

"Lucy."

"Yes, Lockwood I looked everywhere. I didn't find anything-"

"She's here. This is her ring. Let's go." Lockwood pulls his rapier.

Y/n tried her best to stay awake. She tried her best to distract Joplin but her luck was running out. She was groaning in pain, she had a bloody nose. Joplin grew impatient and waited no more. She pulled the cloth off and revealed the mirror. Y/n quickly looked away.

"Look"

"I said look, you foolish girl." Pamela pulled her face towards the mirror.

Y/n glanced at the mirror, she saw horrible things. She let out a terrifying scream and passed out.

"Y/n. George"

Lucy helped George while Lockwood went straight to the unconscious girl.

"Y/n wake up. Please wake up" Lockwood pleads.

"Useless. I'll look at it myself" said Pamela, snatching the mirror.

"Beautiful. It's beautiful. So beautiful "Pamela insanely screamed and died.

Lucy breaks the mirror, setting the trapped souls free.

Two weeks later

The agents of Lockwood and Co were sitting in a hospital room, waiting for their friend to wake up from the coma.

Two weeks ago, the agents solved a crucial case at the price of almost losing their friend. Lockwood didn't leave her side no matter how many times his friends told him to get some rest, he was adamant. He blamed himself. He was shattered to see her in this depressing room, pipes stuck all over her face. It was a horrifying look.

Doctors didn't give them much assurance, said to be prepared. Lockwood, who wasn't much of a believer, prayed for the first time in his life.

Take my life instead but please save her. Please, dear lord.

"Guys" George called the agents.

"Am I insane or did her finger just move?"

That gained Lockwood 's attention. He looks carefully at her hands. Her finger moved slightly, her eyes started to flutter.

Lucy excitedly went to call the doctor. Lockwood couldn't believe his eyes until.

"Anthony?" Called Y/n, faintly.

Lockwood bursted into tears. He held her hand and let go of all his pain. The guilt ate him up alive, he thanked the heavens. He thanked his parents.

Y/n was finally discharged from the hospital. The agent insisted her to stay with him, he didn't want to keep her away from his sight and also to protect her. He can't go through the same pain again.

Y/n was in dilemma at first but then she decided to spend the morning at her place and the night at Portland Row. After the incident, she got even more scared of the dark, the night. She didn't want to be alone but she didn't need to. She finally has a family.

At the library of Portland Row, Y/n was reading a book. It was middle of the night, she found herself struggling to sleep. Whenever she close her eyes she gets nightmares. Lockwood noticed the dark circles appearing under her eyes.

Lockwood peeked inside the room and found the girl cuddled up on the couch, a book in her hand. He smiled to himself and let himself in. He was holding a cup of tea, chamomile, her favourite.

Y/n looked up and gave him a warm smile. "Can't sleep?" Lockwood asked.

"Nah" she looked down, feeling ashamed.

"You can tell me what's bothering you. Don't be afraid."

Y/n sighed. She took a moment before spilling her feelings. "Anthony, I'm so scared. Whenever I close my eyes, I see that..that horrifying mirror..."

"What did you see that night?" Lockwood carefully asked.

"I saw...I saw my parents. Their death. I couldn't do anything Anthony. I'm such a pathetic girl. I tried to call for help but it was too late. If I just..if I knew how to fight I would have saved them.. it's all my fault, Anthony." Y/n was shaking in tears,it was getting hard to breath, she gasped for air till Lockwood pulled her into his arms. He held her like a Baby.

"No..Please don't say that. You're the most brave person I've ever met. I can't imagine my life without you. It's all my fault. I should've listened to you. I'm so sorry, please forgive me." Lockwood teared up.

"Do you know what made me fall for you?"

"No." Y/n pouts.

"Your simplicity, your compassion draws me to you. I love you y/n." Lockwood gives feather light kisses all over her face.

"I love you too Anthony." She kissed him back. The kiss was gentle, soft, filled with warmth and passion.

Suddenly Lockwood pulled away and said "I got something for you."

Y/n furrowed "what?"

Lockwood pulls a ring and puts it on her ring finger. Y/n gasped and looks at him with tears in her eyes.

"I thought I lost it forever. Thank you Anthony." She gingerly touched her ring, one of the most valuable thing in the world. Y/n's mother's ring.

"you called me Anthony!"

Y/n gave a bashful grin "maybe the time is right"

Lockwood pulled her into another kiss. Y/n finally found a family and Lockwood found his love.

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b1ueoff1ine · 1 year

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Partygoers Part 3

Loki x Avenger!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Prompt: Your part of the Avengers, and, when it's up to you to capture the villain at an event, you find they aren't what they seem.

Summary: Loki doesn't want to see you anymore, and both hearts break at his words. You lie to the crew about Loki's whereabouts. But then you see him again at a different party.

Warnings: Light cursing. Mutual pining. (Let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: Apologies for the late update.

WC: 1.6k

Loki was speechless.

He couldnt believe that the woman he wanted had betrayed him. He could understand now why she had said what she said.

He didn't want her to leave, but she could easily betray him.

"I dont want to hear another word come from your traitorous fucking mouth. Get out." Loki spoke, his words breaking his own heart.

He could only imagine what she must have been thinking, and to hear his words must have broken her heart as well.

Her tears started up again before she spoke. "Kiss me goodbye, then."

The words weren't an order, but a request. Loki obliged, kissing the maiden, soft and passionate.

He kissed her until she ran out of breath; until they knew it was time for her to go.

Then she stood, collected her things and left, never looking back. Loki watched from his balcony as she hopped on her motorcycle and drove off.

You couldn't hold back the tears as they came. You threw on your helmet and drove off the parking lot, swerving as a drunk driver almost hit you.

You didn't even care at this point. You liked Loki. You would even go as far as saying you enjoyed kissing him.

But he had broken your heart.

His words were harsh and unforgiving. You sobbed even harder at the thought, so you pulled into a covered parking spot to try to relax.

But just then it started raining. The rain reminded you of the first kiss you shared with Loki earlier that night.

You knew he would hate you after you told him. You had walked right into it.

You wanted to go back and feel his arms around you. But you couldn't, not after what had just occurred.

You remembered his kind words that he had spoken before you told him.

"Hey, it's okay. You can trust me."

You shuddered as rain poured down your back. Your dress was soaked, and your hair was dripping wet.

You started your bike again, driving towards the Avengers tower.

You arrived well after 2 AM. You slammed the door, frustrated.

The crew was all sitting in the main chamber, looking worried, when they turned to you.

Nat looked better than earlier when she rushed over to you.

"You okay? We were worried about you."

"I'm fine." You snapped. "Loki got away. I chased him, but, in the end, he got away."

Nat looked hurt. "You're not fine. Why dont you get some rest so you can have a clear head in the morning?"

"Fine." You sighed angrily.

You could hear conversation resume when you went down the hall to your room. You opened the door, closing it behind you, and got changed.

You took off the dress and put on your pajamas, then went to put it in the drier.

You remembered leaving a note on Loki's door, and wondered if he found it.

Just then you got a text from an unknown number.

That better be him. It was.

The text read: Hey- its Loki. I'm not sorry for what I said, but I hope you'll learn to forgive me.

He wants me to forgive him for breaking my heart? Oh, hell no.

You texted him back: Loki, I wont forgive you as long as you hate me. It's your damn fault- you asked for it.

Furious, you tossed your phone on your nightstand and climbed under the covers, feeling colder than you had ever been before.

The next morning, Nat brought you breakfast in bed.

"Is this you wanting me to apologize?"

"Maybe."

"Because I'm sorry. I really am. I wasn't myself last night."

"Its alright, we've all had our bad days."

You took a bite of pancake. "If you say so."

You hated lying to Nat. You otherwise would have told her everything.

You knew where Loki was, but you lied. You lied to your best friend and hated yourself for it. It left a nasty taste in your mouth, making your guts feel queasy.

And what was even worse, was that you liked him. He was playing for the other team, and you still liked him.

Just then you got a text from your friends in the city.

"Looks like I'm invited to another party." You said out loud.

"Good for you!" Nat said.

"I think I'll go alone this time, if that's alright."

She nodded. "Yeah, that's fine. I had plans this weekend anyways."

You smiled. "Thanks, Nat."

It was the evening of the party, and you were getting ready. You decided to just go in a crop top and ripped jeans. No dresses that night.

You put on a mask so no one would recognize you- you didnt want to tell your friends you were an Avenger just yet.

You arrived early, and were surprised to see him there. He was waiting outside the door patiently.

You just went to the other side of the door, acting shy.

Loki seemed to sense this. "Shy?" He asked.

"Mhm." You lied, nodding and keeping up your act.

"Dont worry. I know almost everyone who's coming. You'll be fine." He said, being the gentleman you knew from a few days ago.

"If you say so." You groaned.

Finally, people started to arrive. You and Loki had been standing there for what felt like an hour.

Your friend was late, the owner of the house. So you used the spare key she had given you to unlock the door. Thank goodness she had it already set up, because people rushed past you to get inside.

Loki followed you inside, and you texted your friend to make sure it was alright if you unlocked the door. She said it was fine, and that she would be there soon with pizza.

When she arrived, the pizza was halfway demolished in the first thirty minutes.

But the last thing you were expecting happened. When the music was turned on, Loki came and sat with you, the shy girl.

"Hey." He smiled.

You waved.

He laughed, putting his arm around your shoulder.

A normal girl would have tensed up or asked him to remove his arm from where it lay. But you weren't a 'normal' girl.

"You remind me of someone, you know that?"

You shrugged. "I get that a lot."

"I bet you do." He replied. "Care to share a slice of pizza?"

"Why not." You shrugged again.

"Pff. Not so shy anymore, are you?" He noticed, smirking.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You teased.

Loki grinned, then left to grab two slices of pepperoni pizza. When he returned, he handed you a slice and bit into his.

You devoured the pizza, savoring the flavor, for you hadn't eaten any in days.

Yawning, you leaned into him, succumbing to the arms you had missed greatly.

"Where did the shy girl I sat next to go?"

"Nowhere. I guess she was never there in the first place." You yawned again, feeling extra tired.

"That has got to be the fourth time you've yawned. How much sleep did you get, shy girl?"

"I have a name, you know." You held in a fifth yawn. "And I didn't get enough. Actually, I haven't gotten a wink of sleep in weeks."

"Me too."

How ironic. Is he thinking about that night, just like I am?

You hadn't been able to get any sleep since he kicked you out of his apartment.

Your sorrow and longing for him had bloomed so much you couldn't stand to sleep. For everytime you closed your eyes you could see the pain on his face as he told you to leave.

"Hey, your Loki right?" You asked, playing dumb.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Loki seemed surprised.

"A friend of mine was telling me about you. You might know her. Well, when I say friend, I mean she's my sister."

"I knew it! I knew you seemed familiar. Y/N is her name, isn't it?"

You were thankful of the mask right then. Loki had no clue he was actually talking to you.

"Yeah. She's really pretty."

"Indeed she is."

"But she was upset the other night. She said that you kicked her out and didn't want to talk to her again. Is that true? Did you hurt my sister?" You inquired, keeping up the act of your sister.

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Why do you say that?" You wondered aloud.

"Because I liked her. I really, honestly did. But she could have betrayed me, so I had to betray her first. I broke my own heart in doing so, and haven't gotten a wink of sleep since.

"She truly understood me, and I dont know if she'll ever forgive me." Loki rambled on and on for a few minutes of how he loved you and missed you and wished he hadn't said what he had said.

He sighed, then looked up at you. "Sorry, I got a bit carried away. I apologize for my rambling."

"Oh, no worries, Mischief." You used the nickname you had given him from the other night and stood, walking away like nothing had happened.

Loki's features were shrouded in confusion when you looked back and winked at him.

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one-thousand-and-one-fandoms · 1 year

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Voltron Ghost Whisperer AU - Part 8

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Lance ran until his lungs and legs burned and then some. He lost track of the streets around him as he aimed for the only place where he could calm down. He kept picturing him, the day of the fire, and exactly as the lady described. Lance knew for a fact that they didn't have any pictures taken that day. What she described simply wasn't possible.

He reached the park he always went to when he needed to be alone to think or to sulk, and he found the tree he always climbed and he made good work of climbing to one of the higher branches. Only then, when he could see the sky extending for miles and miles and the houses seemed small and far away did his breathing began to calm down. As it did, his eyes watered and he choked on a sob.

"Lance?!" Hunk called him from below. Lance could see him trying to climb the tree, but failing. Any other time it would have been funny to watch, but now it was mortifying that they saw him freak out and that he inadvertly showed them his secret place.

"Lance, can you come down, please?" Hunk asked, and Lance knew he was worried. But Lance couldn't come down. Not really. Not when the ground felt so suffocating.

"Where is he, Hunk?" Pidge asked as she finally caught up to them. Hunk merely pointed a finger upwards and Pidge looked up. She raised an eyebrow before she tossed her bag next to his and began to climb, as well.

"Guys, c'mon, that's not fair!" Hunk complained and made one more attempt to climb the tree. Meanwhile, like a monkey, Pidge climbed with easy and soon reached the branch next to his.

"Didn't know you could climb," she mentioned offhandedly.

"You didn't ask," he countered softly.

"It looks like you have practice. Imagine the pranks we could-"

"No!" He exclaimed, and Pidge startled, so he backtracked because he didn't want her to fall off the branch, "I'm sorry, but no. That was... that was our thing, y'know? It's just our thing."

"Y'know Hunk and I have never pried about what happened before you came here, but we've gotten clues here and there," Pidge said cautiously, "we know you had a best friend you don't talk about anymore, and we know that the fire in the next town over was in your school."

"It's not like I didn't want to tell you guys. It's just... I don't talk about it... I can't."

"We know, and that's why we never asked."

Lance was quiet for a long time. It wasn't fair that he got two great friends who have been supporting him all these years, and protecting him, and he wasn't honest with them. It also wasn't fair to him that Lance kept his memory hidden from the world and there was no one else who could remember the little boy with fire in his eyes and an attitude problem. So he forced the words to come out of his mouth even if it felt like they were scratching his throat on the way.

"I miss him everyday," Lance he said, voice raspy and low, his chest constricting in pain, "I always wonder if he would have liked you, if he would be part of our group, if he would have played for the football team or maybe gone to piano lessons."

"Is he..." Pidge began but hesitated.

"He's dead... and it was my fault."

"Lance, you can't blame yourself for the fire," Pidge countered immediately, "everyone knows it was caused by improperly storing chemicals in the lab."

Lance shook his head. He had accepted his guilt a long time ago and didn't need Pidge to sugarcoat things for him.

"I didn't start the fire, but I convinced him to skip class with me. If we hadn't, then we would have been evacuated with the rest of our class, but we weren't there and he..." Lance's sob this time escaped in full force with more than a few tears.

"Oh, Lance," Pidge said and put a hand on his knee, "it wasn't your fault. You were just kids and you couldn't have known."

"Pidge's right," Hunk said, panting, hugging a branch just a few feet underneath them for dear life but his face looked determined, "you couldn't have known. I'm sure he wouldn't want you to blame yourself."

Wouldn't he? All these years, and Lance thought he must, for sure, hate Lance for what happened. Lance still thought he should. But now, if what the lady said was correct, he had a way to find out.

The thought made his gut clench unfomfortably and caused his heart to race. What would Lance do if K-he hated him? What would Lancd do if he didn't? Lance didn't think he deserved forgiveness, but regardless of what he thought, now he felt that he had to find out if what this lady said was true: if K-he was truly coming around his old house every day at dusk the way he used to with his pa, if he had truly been waiting all along for someone, anyone, to come find him and if he really wanted to see Lance.

There was only way to find out.

Lance climbed down the tree, followed by Hunk and Pidge. Hunk looked ready to kiss the ground.

"So, what does that lady say that made you so upset?" Pidge asked. Hunk sobered up immediately.

"Her unwanted guest? Well, according to her, that's K-" Lance took a deep breath to dislodge the tennis ball that seemed to have appeared in his throat and gulped loudly, "Keith."

Pidge's features contorted in anger, "I smell a scam."

"I don't."

"Well, you should."

"Wait, Lance, are you saying you believe her?" Hunk asked.

"I do."

"But why?" Hunk asked.

"Because she told me things only I know," Lance answered, "things that the only other person to know would be K-Keith."

"Like what?"

"Like what K-Keith was wearing the day of the fire."

"Pictures," Pidge was quick to argue.

"There were none taken that day, and none in the papers," Lance countered, "I read them all."

"What else?" Hunk asked.

"Every day around dusk K-Keith and his pa would come over for dinner at ours. That isn't something you can find in research," Lance replied.

Pidge huffed in exasperation, and exclaimed, "Fine! But we aren't letting you go on your own."

"Right," Hunk agreed, albeit a bit confused, "where are we going, again?"

"We're going to my old house," Lance answered, "I just... I have to know."

#fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #fanfic writing #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #princess allura #ghost whisperer au #ghost au #childhood friends au #klangst #yes allura is going to be melinda gordon #poor Lance I love to traumatize this kid #angst #major character death

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desertdaddypsp · 6 months

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What do you see in Bisuit's eyes?

I'll tell you what I see, but you have to understand that my interpretation of her gaze mirrors what is going on in my head right now.

Biscuit's blank stare says, "Really? Am I really important? I know that people feed me and pet me and take me for walks, but do they really love me? Is any of this real?

That has been my life over the last few weeks. Lost. Confused. Alone. Numb.

I've realized that over the last couple of days, I've been walking around in a fog...kind a dissociative state. I can't really describe it, but I feel fuzzy. Not the good "warm and fuzzy" kind of fuzzy, but the "I truly can't feel anything because there is this fuzz that envelopes me.

People touch me, but it doesn't feel genuine. I hear words, but they just sound like the teacher in the Peanut's cartoons. My affect is non-existent. I should be crying or depressed, but mostly I just feel nothing. I'm simply going through the motions.

I forget things. I'm clumbsy. I'm irritable and at the same time on the verge of tears for apparently no reason. At times, I feel like I'm outside myself, watching me do things but not really participating in my life. Maybe my life is just to hard in which to participate right now. Maybe I've simply checked out. In fact, that's exactly what I've done. Rick is gone.

Taylor Swift has a song a year or so ago called, "Look What You Made Me Do!" In it, she tells a caller that she can't talk to the old Taylor. The caller asks why. "Oh! Because....she'd dead!" That's the way I feel.

What's the genesis of some of this stuff? I think I have a clue. Sobriety and the rooms, money, and self-medication.

How about we talk about the 12-Step rooms first, shall we? First off, we're all addicts and were all fucked up to one degree or another. Some of us have it better together than others, but were all fucked up. We're not always nice to each other. We gossip. We break anonymity. Friendships come and go like water down the drain. Make a friend one day and the next, they don't even know your name or bother to greet you. Then, when you point it out, it's all MY fault and I get the, "I dont' want to be friends with you anymore!" Jeeze. Shades of the elementary school playground.

Now, at the risk of painting the entire room with one large brush, no every one is like that. The are those who are friendly on a consistent basis. The greet you with a smile and a hug no matter what. I wish I could concentrate on those people. But in my try co-dependent fashion, I tend to concentrate on what's wrong instead of what's right. Maybe someday I'll learn. Stick close to that Higher Power, Rick!

When I first came to the rooms, I got all kinds of business cards and offers to call people no matter what time, day or not, if I was tempted to use. Then two weeks later, those same people didn't even remember me. If I didn't know better, I would have sworn that they were all high when the passed me those business cards. Needless to say in the seven months in the rooms, my initial circle of friends is nowhere to be found. Othere have come to fill their places, but for the most part, they have moved on, or relapased, or decided that they wanted friends with "more sobriety" than I had...or they died. Yeah. That happened too.

Do I have a part in this. But, of course I do. I took a friend out to dinner who was just back from a relapse and the shared with me that his sponsor told him that while he like me, he, "Didn't trust me!" That didn't sit well because I knew the person who supposedly said it.

Now a couple of things crossed my mine: 1) the person telling me about the gossip about me was coming from a man who had recently relapsed. His brain probably wasn't firing on my chambers, so I should have taken his words with a grain of salt. (2) I knew that person who hade supposedly said that he didn't trust me and his behavior torward me would have given me no inclination that he distrusted me. I tried to chalk it up to, "What other people think of me is none of my buisness!" but that didn't work. It made me made.

When I get mad, I take action. So, even thougnh I vowed I wouldn't, I texted the violater and asked him if he had said that he didn't trust me. He said that he had no idea what I was talking about, but he knew who shared that Information with me and he was upset. The person who share it with me became upset with me and refuses to talk to me despite my making a sincere amends. Oh, well. Saying you're sorry doesn't always bring forgiveness, but I did the right things.

Now, the recovered relapser says that he won't go back to meetings befause he doesn't want to face his former sponsor. I hate to sound hard-hearted, but that's not my problem. If he deicdes to stay away out of guilt, no matter how much he blames me, he has to take responsibility for that decision to not go back to the rooms.

I'm not proud of myself in the slightest. I'm disappointed that I let my anger get the best of me and ruin a good friendship.

Anger.

Boy, I'm filled with it. Everyday, I become aware of the seething rage that is just below the surface of my smile when I have one. At a moment's notice, I'm ready to take off someone's head in the parking lot of Ralph's or make snide comments when the lady won't move her damned cart from the middle of the aisle as if she's the only one in the store.

How do I cope? Several ways. I've stopped going to meetings and probably won't go back anytime soon. I'm not sure if my sponsor will continue to work with me if I refuse to go to meetings. If I do, I'll seek out meetings where I'm a loner. I'll attend, sit there and keep my mouth shut, and leave. Get the input and run.

I told my sponsor that since working with him, I have seem glimpses of what a happy life can be and I'm not ready to walk away from that. After all, walk away from what toward what? Oblivion? Drinking? Sex? Relapsing? Not such good choices in my estimation and I'm the one making the decision.

But how do I cope? Not in good ways. In my zombie-like state, I have put the gay sex apps back on my phone and I'm a busy little beaver hunting down twinks, and otters, and bears, oh my! I've gone off the deep end with sex. Often it is with different partners sometime 3 times a day.

Why?

Self-medication. If I can get some guy to get me naked and have his way with me, then I get to feel wanted and valued for those few minutes. But, as the door closes, more often than not, I sob. I know that isn't what I want and yet it is compulsive. Take tonight for example.

I started the day of with a little sexual trick with an old friend. It was fun. I like him. But did that satisfy my needs? Hell no

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skiyoosmi · 3 years

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post-break up heartaches

verse 1. in the car that used to drive us to our home

⤷ kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru — more characters coming soon

⤷ verse 2 | verse 3

⤷ play. never let me go by ghostly kisses, forget about us by clinton kane

commissions: open

⇢ KUROO sighs for the umpteenth time of the day. he was so fucking exhausted and his body's about to give in to sleep any moment now. work has been beating his ass; there was this newbie who kept on messing up the documents needed by the board and for the whole day, he had to be the one to fix said issues. it's not like he wasn't paid enough for that; if anything, his paycheck was one of the most beautiful things he laid his eyes on— but god, even his body has its own limits and yet...

"ya.... yer not supposed to do this anymore. y-ya left me, remember?" you slurred, index finger pointing right at his chest as he circled his arms around your waist, huffing as you practically dropped all your weight on him. here he was, suddenly given the task of having to take you home after your supposed-to-be designated driver, miya fucking atsumu, also drank his brains out with you.

"be patient. still heartbroken because of you, y'know?" kenma softly tells him despite the tipsy feeling lurking in the back of his mind, shaking his head as he looked at you, whose system finally shut down and were now dozing off in the black haired man's arms.

"..... still?" he mumbles, looking down at your figure and he feels his heart contract with pain all over again.

"you can't expect her to be fine immediately, kuroo. it was your wedding day, supposed to be the greatest day of her life and yet it became the worst one... you left her at the altar alone."

he didn't reply anything— or rather, he was unable to. because what can he say to refute the truth? nothing. instead, he proceeded to his car with you still in his hold. he places you on the passenger seat, locking the seatbelts before jogging to the driver's side.

the car ride was calm as you slept soundly with your head occasionally hitting the window lightly as it swayed from side to side. he was sure as hell that if you were sober right now, you wouldn't even have the thought of seeing him cross your mind. he just knows for sure that you despise him with your whole being... at least, that's what he thought until...

"i'm sorry, tetsu. please come back," you whimper in your seat, voice quiet but he heard it nonetheless, "tell me what i did wrong so i can fix it."

the pitiful sounds and mumbles you made struck kuroo right in the heart and which makes him pull over an empty but safe road, just a block away from your (previously shared) apartment. looking over your form, he finds himself reaching out to touch your face, caressing your cheeks as drops of tears fell down slowly on them, "you didn't do anything wrong. you were fine. you were so perfect."

you squint your eyes at him, probably wondering if this was real or just a part of your drunken imagination. nonetheless, you hiccuped, "y-you... you left me and i... i still can't even bring myself to hate you... i just wanna ask you why? i just want to understand."

he thought he also knew the reason why but every single time he thinks about it, he's only led to one conclusion: because he was a coward. no way was this any of your fault— it's definitely not your fault that right at that moment, as he stared at the mirror, wearing the black suit you chose for him, the sudden fear of commitment loomed over him. it's not like it was your fault he suddenly got scared of losing you the way his parents lost each other. but now he thinks it's ironic, because he lost you anyway.

maybe... just maybe, if he had just met you where you stood at the altar, instead of leaving you alone in it, maybe he would've been happier. maybe his days would've started more with a smile from you as you helped him fix his necktie before going to work. maybe, the working hours he spends in the shitty corporate world would've been more worth it if it meant he can come home to you at the end of the day. maybe... maybe he wouldn't have to be stuck with this lump in his throat as he wonders what could've been happening if he just chose to show up and vowed his life to you.

but he didn't.

"i realized i wasn't just ready to tie my life with anyone yet. that's all there is to it, yn."

so with a heavy feeling stuck in his chest and a quiet promise to never see you again for the sake of not hurting you further, he starts the car's engine again, ignoring the words you replied but he was sure they will haunt him for a very long time... again.

i can wait for you no matter how long it takes, tetsu, you know that.

⇢ OIKAWA gives you what seems like a guilty smile as he stands in front of you, opening his arms and gesturing you to come closer. but the stoic expression on your face takes him back to the reality that the last thing you wanted to do today was to actually fetch him from the airport. it just so happens that his three best friends were caught up with work that they had no choice but to send you, the main ex-bestfriend slash ex-girlfriend, to him.

why did you agree when you practically loathe him with your whole being? well, it was probably because you weren't the devil who would reject your friends when they were literally on their knees as they begged you and for some reason, you thought he'll look pitiful going back to his home country after five years with no one to welcome him. yeah, that's it. it's not like you're still in love with him or anything.

"my car's just around the corner," you begrudgingly walk towards the car park with him quietly following. at the moment, he knew better than to get on your nerves or else there would be war. he hates that this happened to the both of you but he can't blame anyone else but himself. because who wouldn't hate their ex-boyfriend if they suddenly broke up with them over a phone call?

tension filled the car as you both sat beside each other. perhaps, this was what other people were talking about when they say that it's impossible for exes to be friends again, to not feel any awkwardness because you were sure as hell that the word "awkward" was an understatement of your situation right now. nevertheless, your eyes couldn't help but wander to his figure as he adjusted his body, opting for a more comfortable position in the passenger's seat.

he looked more youthful and you felt bittersweet— proud that his whole aura screams of "success" which meant that gone were the days where he longed to get that winter cup trophy, nor the times when he overworked himself and put a strain on his knee which led to countless arguments with you. if anything, he looked happier and it sucks because you're not even close to feeling that way... not without him.

"i heard you've finally gotten yourself your own condominium? that's great, yn!" he exclaimed as soon as you began driving to your destination, a hope lit within him that maybe you might just respond to him. just one smile, that's all i need, he thinks.

but you remain focused on your driving, choosing to reply with a single nod and a soft "yeah..."

disappointment fills his heart as he faces the truth that your relationship has really been ruined, along with your friendship. all because he was foolish to think that he couldn't handle the physical distance between you two. realization dawns upon him that he just made that same distance worse as you pull your heart further away from him.

"... i actually bought it for the two of us, you know?" he whips his head to your direction in surprise, heart clenching as he watch you let out a sad chuckle, "i just... i thought it would be nice if we had a place to permanently stay at and for you to have a home to go to when you're at japan. but yeah... i guess things doesn't go our way sometimes, does it?"

"i'm sor—"

"it's okay. i'm fine now," you quickly reply, shaking your head but keeping your eyes on the road. he tries to ignore the tears that start to form in them because he has no right to stop them, knowing full well that he was the one who caused them in the first place.

as if on cue, you halt your vehicle in front of a familiar apartment and much to your dismay, you find yourself looking back in the past when you used to live in that same place, making wonderful memories with the chocolate haired lad with you. you clear your throat to stop the sob that desperately attempts to escape your throat, "uhm... we're here."

"oh, yeah. we're here," he numbly states, already missing you despite the mere inches of space separating the two of you. you just felt so far away and he hates it. but this was the path he chose so he gets out of your car along with his things, turning to you once more, "uhh... thanks for the ride, yn. i know you probably hate me but yeah... it's very nice of you to put that past us and i guess i just want to say sorry for hurting you... i just..."

"i don't hate you, tooru," you softly tell him, "i just don't want anything to do with you anymore. to see you this happy, without me, is like a slap in the face because i'm not. it still hurts and i'm not fine. i just hope this will be the last time we'll see each other. be safe on your trip back to argentina. welcome home."

and with that, you start the car's engine again, no longer having the energy nor the strength to hear his reply. but he wishes you did because as he watches your car drive further away from him, he can't help but wish that he can take back time so that you don't have to go to that condominium and instead, go inside the home you once shared with him.

but i'm not happy, yn. because how could i call this place my home when you're not here with me?

at that moment, unbeknownst to the two hearts that long for each other break at the same time, you finally let out the tears and cries that you've been keeping since you saw him, knowing that no matter how much you try, you'll never be as happy as you were with him— simply because he left you with a hole in your heart that no one else can fill.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #kuroo x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo headcanons #oikawa headcanons #haikyuu writings #haikyuu angst #kuroo tetsurou #oikawa tooru #haikyuu imagines #post break-up heartaches

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algumaideia · 2 years

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Jinx and Love

It is important to say that this analysis will be confusing because I cannot find the words to properly explain myself and I feel like I'm almost connecting two dots, but I haven't been able to do so.

Anyway, I think Jinx has a very distorced idea of what love is. I believe she learned what love was through two people, Vi and Silco.

What Vi taught her:

I'm not saying this is Vi's fault, but what Vi taught Jinx was that family sticks together and there are two scenes where we see how this impacted Jinx.

First it is when Jinx was having a mentalbreakdown because she thought Vi abandoned her and Silco found her. What did she said to Silco?

"She left me. She is not my sister anymore"

The thing is that if family sticks together, when you leave them or you are apart from each other you are not family anymore. Vi left her, therefore she is not her family anymore, thus they aren't sisters.

Then there is when Jinx thought Silco was going to give her to Piltover. She just decided to betray him in that moment. And again he is going to abandon her so he wasn't her family anymore.

If you are not family anymore, you don't love this person anymore.

What Silco taught her:

Throught the series Silco called Jinx perfect a lot of times and this shows perfectly the kind of love he gave to Jinx. It is a love that accepts and not let the bad traits be but encourages them. In the last ep Jinx said that Silco always said things like: make people fear you Jinx. And this shows how he not only embraces her bad traits but make them thrive. And this is essencial to how Jinx sees love.

One of the first things she did when she met Vi again for the first time in years was to say that she changed, she made bad things. She was worried about how Vi would react to it. Would Vi still love her?

And I have those three situations that I think explain better how I think Jinx sees love.

Situation 1: A and B are friends. B really likes cartoons but A think this is childish. So A wants B to stop watching cartoons. Or A stops talking to B because they think B is too childish.

Situation 2: A and B are friends. B is really desorganized. A wants to help B be less disorganized.

Situation 3: A and B are friends. B is very violent and has a short temper. So A starts encouraging B to get into fights and this sort of stuff.

I believe love is situation 2. Because when you love someone, you accept their good and bad traits but you also want the person to be the best version of themself. Like Shrek for example.

Silco's love to Jinx is situation 3, however Jinx thinks it is situation 2. And Vi's love to Jinx is situation 2 but she thinks it would be situation 1. I think Ekko was situation 1 to Jinx, except he left her because she was violent, agressive, didn't have any regard to other people's life, worked for Silco, etc.

And if Ekko was situation 1 this explains why Jinx was so quick to think Vi would be too (this and her abandonment issues).

How I think it affects her abandonment issues:

Now this is the trick part wher I don't know how to explain myself and didn't have a closure to my thoughts.

Anyway in Brazil we have this expression: oito ou oitenta. Eight or eighty. When you say someone is oito ou oitenta it basically means that it is nothing or everything to the person, no midterm. And for Jinx love is like that. Situation 1 or 3, no midterm.

She thinks people either will totally embrace her bad traits like Silco or abandon her like idk Ekko.

And applying this to Vi things get interisting. She said she thought Vi could still love her even though she is different (she has done bad to horrible things), but it never passed through her mind the idea to change the way she acts, to be better.

Because to Jinx things are always either situation 1 or situation 3. And this puts so much weight on others and not her. It is all about the way the other people will react. Like she is always trying to show how useful she is, how much she deserved to be part of stuff, how much she wants to be loved. But she barely shows how much she loves.

And I think she does that thing of putting the guilty of things on others. Like she said that Vi changed too and for me it is implied that she thinks it is Vi's fault that Vi cannot love her. She doesn't really consider her actions, her wrongdoings, she doesn't really acknowledge them.

It is Silco who needs to see how she can be useful not her that needs to prove it, if what I am saying makes any sense.

And I know she is insecure and there is so much self hatred voices in her head, but I think to her it is easier to put people leaving her, giving up on her, as other people's fault than result of her actions. At least this is her first reaction, it is a coping mechanism.

Again thsi makes no sense because I don't know how to explain something I didn't really get. But that's how I think Jinx sees love and how this affects her.

Best regards,

Me.

Ps. If I said bullshit please someone correct me.

#arcane #arcana spoileres #arcane analysis #arcane meta #arcan jinx #jinx #vi #arcane vi #silco #arcane silco #ekko #arcane ekko #powder #powder arcane

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bradtomlovesya · 3 years

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Ⓦⓗⓔⓝ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓢⓗⓞⓦ ⓔⓝⓓⓢ (Part 1)

Summary: After seeing Brad using that red shirt on that concert you become oddly horny. (I suck at summary, sorry)

Clarifications: This is part 1, Part 2 will be posted tomorrow.

Thank you for the idea, baby @brad-is-my-dante Ily <3

Warnings: Smut +18, dom!Brad x sub!reader, Spit kink, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), English is not my first language.

Word counter: 2k +

We were in the car going to the hotel. The first concert of the tour had started and Brad was more than happy about it and so was I. I really wanted to hug him and hold his hand as normal but I had to keep my distance the rest of the way or I would end up sucking his dick right now without caring about the driver or anything else.

That perfect red button-down shirt only made the moisture in the middle of my legs grow more and more. I wanted it, I really needed to get to the hotel room and make him fuck me like only he knew how.

“Are you okay? You haven't said something all the way” he said, getting me out of my thoughts.

“I'm fine, I'm just a little distracted, sorry” I responded with my gaze on the car window. Couldn't we get there faster?

“Okay…” He answered not very convinced.

The rest of the way was complete torture, I could only feel my desire growing and growing every time he breathed or moved his legs and let me see his perfect cock marked in his pants. Got damn! I could swear that I had never been so wet in all my life as I was now.

The moment we entered the hotel room and he closed the door, he couldn't hold back and chose to speak.

“All right, tell me what's up? You've been distracted since the concert ended and I'm worried, did something happen and you don't want to tell me? Didn't you like the concert? Believe me I can handle the criticism but I really thought you liked it”. He said as he pried more buttons off his shirt and pulled them out from inside his pants.

I swallowed hard and took my gaze off from the bare part of his torso "I-It's not th-that" I stuttered.

“What is it then?” He crossed his arms and his muscles were perfectly marked on his shirt. Some veins on his arms stood out and his scowl only made him look sexier.

“I can't take it anymore, sorry.” I ran my hands through my hair. “But this is your fault for wearing those pants, that red shirt, and those fucking rings. Fuck! your fingers.” I complained. “I've been distracted because I was trying not to give in to my urges but my panties are already too wet so could you please fuck me at once?”

The brown boy was only silent for a moment and then he laughed out loud. "It was that?" He asked. "You made me worried, Y/n! I thought you wanted to break up with me or something and apparently you just wanted sex." He laughed in denial. "Tell me what you want" he approached me "Tell me what you want and I will do it." He murmured with his lips brushing my cheek.

“Sorry, but seriously it's your fault for being so fucking sexy”. I felt his hands on my waist and my legs shook, I had never been so desperate. “I want your dick in my mouth, please.” His lips kissed my neck. “Please.” I repeated pleadingly.

“It's okay sweetheart. If you want to do it so much…” He acted difficult. “Sure you can.” He brought his hands up to his belt and slowly took it off, lowered his pants and directed her gaze to mine. His eyes were full of desire. "Come here" He held his member over his boxer shorts. "On your knees.” He demanded.

“On my knees” I nod and he puts a sofa cushion on the floor so my knees wouldn't hurt and I kneel in front of him.

“Go ahead, all yours.” He brought his hands to my hair and pulled it up so I was looking into his eyes. “I know we're both going to enjoy this, Y/n.” He said my name slowly and that only made me warmer.

I wasted no more time. I pulled his boxer down and his hard erection hit his stomach. There was some pre-cum that made me lick my lips as I watched him. I took his member in my hand and went up and up and down slowly while running my tongue over the tip. It tasted salty but coming from him, I loved everything.

“Damn, princess! That pretty mouth really knows how to do its job.” His face contorted with pleasure and his mouth parted as he felt my tongue on the tip of his penis. “Open your mouth.” He said seriously. I obeyed and closed my eyes waiting for him to introduce his big member into my mouth but that never happened. A hoarse laugh in his throat made me open my eyes again. “Did you expect my member? No, darling. If you want to, you will have to do it yourself.” He lowered his head and spat into my mouth. “Swallow.”

“Thanks.” I mumbled as soon as I swallowed her saliva.

“What did you say?” He asked with a frown.

“Thank you, sir” I corrected immediately and bit my lip. “Can I go back to work?” My pussy lips felt completely wet and sticky, there was no way I could stop it and I didn't plan on doing it. I was finally going to have what I was waiting for all night.

“Yes, sweetie. You can continue.” He nodded with a beautiful smile. I took his member again in my hands and this time I put it in my mouth taking what I could more. At least what my gag reflection allowed me. “Fuck!” He moaned loudly. "That's it, that's my girl.” He spoke between gasps with his head thrown back in pleasure.

I went up and down my hand with a cautious speed and used my saliva as a lubricant to make it easier. I thrust his cock down my throat and moved up and down deeply until I felt the need to breathe. I pulled it out of my mouth with a pop sound and a trickle of saliva still connecting us.

“Oh... Babe”. He sighed. “You look so innocent all the time in front of my friends and family. Everyone could swear that you are a total and complete angel”. He held my face by my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “And the truth is that you are an angel with the wishes of a demon. You make me sin but you make me touch the sky, isn't it strange?” He bit his lip. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth so daddy can fuck that pretty throat of yours.”

I opened my mouth and his member slammed into my throat making me have a gag reflex but I controlled it. My lashes bathed wet from my tears as I watched the muscles in his abdomen contract due to the force He was doing. The buttons he had unhooked gave me a perfect view of his god-sculpted abdomen. His eyes were closed and tight as he continued saying obscenities and fucking my mouth like there was no tomorrow. His veins pulsed and his dick felt harder than before so I assumed he was going to come and he did. He hit the back of my throat and painted everything with his cum. I waited for him to finish and swallowed it all so as not to waste anything. Also, I wiped his cock with my tongue and when he pulled it out of my mouth with a loud growl, I put my hands on the ground to breathe and steady myself.

“Are you tired?” He asked me with his heavy breathing and now his eyes looking directly at me.

“A bit.” I muttered. “But I'm fine.” I smiled with my eyes on his.

“Good because I'm not done yet.” He smiled and reached down to gently take me by the arms and lay me down on the bed. “Do you think you can handle it?” he asked as he kissed my neck and took bites.

“Yes, I can.” I gasped when he positioned himself between my legs and squeezed my butt tightly pulling me towards him. His hands lifted my dress and yanked my underwear off. “Bradley!” I looked at him with wide eyes.

“I'll buy you new underwear, I promise.” He murmured her with his face tucked between my legs and kissing the inner part of my thighs. “Love, I've never seen you so wet.” He spread my legs and ran his tongue between my folds in a slow way to collect as much of my fluids as he could.

My hands instinctively went to his hair to tug at it and my back arched in pleasure. His fingers found my entrance but they did not enter. He patted the area with four of his fingers and two of these he moved around the entrance.

“Bradley, stop teasing…” I moaned loudly when his thumb pressed my clit and he began to draw circles on it, keeping enough pressure to make me see stars and wanting to close my legs but he pressed them with his free hand to avoid it. The cold from his rings was felt throughout my core and many moans escaped my lips.

“I love the sound of your moans, especially when I'm the one causing them.” He slipped two of his fingers into my vagina and bent them a little to touch my G-spot.

“Fucking hell! Bradley..”. I moaned his name and closed my eyes. One more finger slid easily into my femininity thanks to how wet it was. His fingers moved fast and hit every point that made me moan and feel like an orgasm was forming in the lower part of my stomach. My forehead was sweaty and my hands were tugging at his hair getting several grunts and moans from his part that sent vibrations right to my center. One of his hands went up to one of my breasts and squeezed it with a little force causing me another loud moan and that my nipples went hard under the fabric of my dress. “Don't stop, never stop!” I cried

“I won't, baby” he murmured, licking and sucking on my pussy. His fingers were soon replaced by his tongue moving in and out of me quickly and deliciously.

Once again two of his fingers entered and moved roughly inside me. Her tongue squeezed and sucked on my clit and her other hand squeezed my other breast. That was the last thing I needed to cum on her lips with a loud moan of his name.

My vision turned white, my eyes slammed shut and my legs shook like Jelly. I held my breath for a few seconds trying to normalize it but it wasn't long because I felt something slide into my vagina all of a sudden making me moan even louder due to the over stimulation.

“I'm sorry my love. But I had to go in now or I would end again but this time on the room floor thanks to your exquisite moans.” He held still as I got used to his length.

His hands were on my waist and lifted my body so that his cock could fully enter me and contort my walls as only he knew how to do it. "You can move." I fixed my eyes on his.

"Finally!" He groaned, digging his fingers into my hips and starting to move with slow but rough speed. He came out halfway and entered me completely again in one fell swoop. "This cunt belongs to me and absolutely no one can make you feel as..." A heavy thrust. "As good as I do!" He exclaimed as the speed of his thrusts increased. "Take off that dress, please" he begged me with parted lips.

I took my hands to the buttons of my dress and took them off and then pulled it over my head. I also unzipped my bra and his eyes immediately went to my breasts. His eyes were pure pupils, they were completely filled with lust.

He lifted my legs over his shoulders and managed to go even deeper with each thrust. He lowered his face to my height and kissed my lips with pure love and ferocity. "Fuck! You don't know how much I love you!" He hid his face in my neck and sucked on my skin leaving a hickey that would be visible later.

"I love you too!" I exclaimed. At that moment I was a sweaty, moaning mess. I changed our positions so that he was under me. I inserted his member into my wet cunt and jumped over and over again, inserting his member into me just the way I liked it.

"Shit shit shit! Y/n!" He dug his fingers into my ass hard and covered my walls with his cum. It didn't take me too long to reach my ecstasy and I ended up on his cock doing a mixture of our cumshots.

"This was a thousand times better than I expected" I mentioned with my face hidden in the crock of his neck and his collarbone. "I didn't remember you were that huge!" I giggled.

"You have a bad memory then" He teased and kissed my head. He came out of my vagina and went for wet towels to clean us up.

Once we were clean, we crawled under the covers completely naked.

"I'll have to wear that red shirt more often. I like the effect it has on you." He put a lock of my hair behind my ear and kissed my lips sweetly.

"I'm Y/n and I approve of this message" I teased and bit his lip. I closed my eyes and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep. I love that red shirt, I really do.

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angellesword · 3 years

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK | 15 (FINAL)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

“A future without you is a world without color.”

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 4k

SERIES: CHAPTER 14 | SPECIAL CHAPTER

"You sure you don't need anything?"

You weren't sure if it was annoyance or amusement that caused you to chuckle upon hearing hesitation in your father's voice.

"I'm good, Appa." You assured him, "it's just Jeongguk. Don't worry."

You were wrong. He wasn't worried because of Jeongguk. He was worried because of you.

"Okay," your father let out a deep sigh as he tried to calm his mind. "I trust your soulmate. Have fun, love."

And just like that, the call ended.

Soulmate.

After everything that had happened, your father still believed that Jeongguk was your soulmate.

You still did too. How could you deny that fact when you could clearly see colors now?

It had been four months since your eye surgery. You didn't think it was going to be a successful, mainly because you were convinced that Jeongguk's hatred towards you was the reason why you went blind.

Apparently, it was your fault.

You knew it was reckless to drive when you were under the influence of alcohol. This wasn't just about you. This was also about the people who could have suffered because of your stupidity.

Your father was actually disappointed in you. He didn't expect you to do something like this, especially because he knew that you had a careful approach in life.

You hated being a burden. Your greatest fear was to be the reason why someone was hurting. Your father didn't understand what ticked you to break out of character, and so he asked. He asked what was wrong—causing you to break into tears.

You couldn't keep this to yourself anymore.

You told him about everything you had been going through—like how your soulmate didn't love you and how stressful being a lawyer was.

Of course your father understood, but he told you that it wasn't an excuse to put yourself and other people in danger.

There were other ways to welcome or ignore pain. You agreed since it wasn't like you planned this to happen.

Your father didn't believe in you, though. He felt like you were trying to harm yourself. This was why he called you every single day. He wanted to make sure that you weren't driving or doing things you weren't supposed to do.

He freaked out when you told him that you were going out with Jeongguk tonight. It wasn't because he hated your soulmate. Admittedly, he felt like you were lying when you told him that Jeongguk didn't love you.

That can't be right. It was obvious. Your father had met your soulmate and he saw the way Jeongguk looked and talked about you. He couldn't be wrong; the boy destined to be with you was whipped—as in madly in love with you.

His claim turned out to be true when right after your surgery; you gasped and cried so hard because finally, you could see colors.

It was too good to be true. Was this seriously happening? Was Jeongguk really in love with you?

You couldn't tell.

You used to think that seeing colors was the indication of your soulmate's love for you, but it had been months now yet Jeongguk hadn't verbally told you that he loved you.

Sure. Actions spoke louder than words. You guessed you just had to be contented with this.

The past four months felt like a dream. Jeon Jeongguk, the most stubborn and egotistical person in the world, was acting like a lovesick fool because of you.

You told yourself that you did not want to love your soulmate. You stood by this. You had been ignoring Jeongguk's attempt to 'win you over.'

(Un)fortunately, the boy just wouldn't stop.

He would send you letters written in a small sticky note every day just to tell you the sappiest thing. On the other side of the sticky note, there's an exquisite drawing of every detail about you.

You realized that it was some sort of puzzle, but you hadn't really had the chance to piece it together because you were too caught up with the words written in the sticky notes.

Note 1 Red Red is the first color in the rainbow. She is my first love, but it ended. I'm saying this because I realized that the start isn't always the end. She’s the beginning, you are my end game.

This was the first note you had received from your soulmate. It was plastered on your front door—this was also the first thing you had seen after you had been discharged from the hospital.

Note 2 Orange Orange is the color I thought I know by heart. As it turns out, I've been fooled. I have been fooled by the world, but it's okay. You helped me see.

This note was unclear to you, yet it didn't fail to make your heart feel light. You weren't aware that Jeongguk was talking about how the florist who sold him orange tulips for almost a decade, the one who fooled him.

No one could take advantage of him now, though. You helped him with this problem.

Note 3 Yellow My mom said that yellow is the prettiest color. She also said that it shines the brightest. I'm glad I didn't believe her. It wasn't bright at all. It only reminds me of the time I thought I'll lose you.

It took you long to realize what he was implying.

Yellow.

This was the color of your shirt when your car crashed. Jeongguk remembered how dark life was when you were pushing him away.

Your soulmate had sent you hundreds of letters by now. All of his notes started with colors. Out of all the things he sent you, the yellow note was what stuck to you the most.

The black world was frightening. It felt cold and lonely and Jeongguk was exactly like that. He was lonely. He suffered from a major heartbreak that was why he turned cold. He hated what Red had done to him, but he wasn't really different from his ex-girlfriend.

Jeongguk hurt you the same way Red hurt him, but your soulmate was willing to do everything to make it up to you.

Aside from the notes, you also found out that Jeongguk was the one who cooked your food each day. You got mad at Red because she failed to tell you the truth. There was even a point wherein you stopped eating the food your soulmate had prepared since you literally didn't want to do anything with him anymore.

Jeongguk was still persistent. He would always pick you up from work and then he would ask if you wanted to grab dinner with him.

You always declined his offer to take you out. Turning him down was always part of your daily routine, so you didn't know what changed this Saturday night.

Why, after four months, did you finally accept Jeongguk’s attempt to ask you out?

"Can't resist his bambi eyes, can you?" Jimin laughed on the other line. Your best friend called right after your short phone conversation with your dad. It was like everyone was interested in your business tonight.

"It's just one date, Jimin," you rolled your eyes, yet the blush in your cheeks indicated that Jimin was right.

You still couldn't resist Jeon Jeongguk.

It wasn't like you were giving into him. No. It would take more than his wide, doe eyes to melt your cold, cold heart. He hurt you after all.

But last night was different.

You were supposed to have dinner with your subordinates since it was Friday, but then you spotted Jeongguk waiting outside the building of your small law firm.

He was standing there with trembling lips. Your soulmate was freezing under the cold winter, yet he still chose to wait for you.

You see, Jeon Jeongguk was banned from entering your office. You told the securities not to let him in since he was distracting everyone at work.

Your employees just couldn't stop gushing over your soulmate to the point that they weren't able to finish their task for the day. They were always trying to get Jeongguk's attention and the most annoying part was that your soulmate didn't seem to mind—not because he was a flirt too. It was actually because he was too naïve for his own good.

So yeah. You banned him from entering the building because he was a distraction and definitely not because you were blinded by your stupid jealousy. No. Not at all.

He was your soulmate, yes, but it didn't mean you had to stay together. The only thing you two should do was to try to be casual and not hate each other.

You couldn't afford to make Jeongguk hate you. This was the only rational reason why you agreed to go out on a date with him tonight. You were just scared and guilty for letting him wait for you in the snow.

"Whatever you say," you could imagine Jimin's teasing expression despite not seeing his face. "Have fun, okay? Love you!"

"Ditto! See you soon," you pressed the end bottom of your phone as your doorbell rang.

Seven pm. You bit your lower lip, glancing at the clock. Jeongguk was right on time. He told you last night that he would be outside of your door at exactly seven in the evening.

You sighed and fixed your hair a little before opening the door.

Jeongguk practiced speaking the things he would say to you tonight in front of the mirror. He swore he prepared so hard because he didn't want to disappoint you. He felt like this was his only shot with you, unfortunately it seemed like he was destined to fuck things up with you again.

"Oh fuck," his eyes dilated upon seeing you.

You were wearing this pretty dress that accentuated your curves. You looked so expensive and exquisite that Jeongguk felt like he was out of place.

Your soulmate was wearing a thick sweater and black sweatpants. His hair was messier because of the winter wind.

"You're not dressed." This was the first thing you said to him. The scowl on your face made him think that you already regretted agreeing to spend this night with him.

He was wrong. You were only frowning because you felt embarrassed. You took your sweet time preparing for this date. You even rushed to buy a fancy dress just this morning, causing you to feel like a fool.

It was clear now that you were more excited than the man who practically begged you to go out with him.

"I-I just thought it'd be better to stay home because of the weather." The boy said sheepishly while showing you the home cooked food he had prepared for this date.

You swallowed hard.

"Come in." And then you opened the door wider for him.

Jeongguk let out a sigh of relief. At least you did not kick him out. He wouldn't know what to do if that happened. He missed your home so much. He missed Miri as well. Too bad the fury pet wasn't around.

Miri visited the Kims' mansion every Saturday. Red picked the cat earlier this day. She said Miri was the only one that could make Soobin smile. Red and Seokjin, the newlywed couple, were only allowed to visit Soobin every Saturday. They always take the little boy to a nice place with your cat Miri.

Jeongguk realized that it was a blessing in disguise that the cat wasn't around since no one was scratching the couch where you and him currently sat on.

Jeongguk's idea for this date night was to simply watch some movies while eating. He thought that this was the perfect plan, sadly it looked like you didn't share the same sentiment.

"Jeongguk," irritation was laced in your voice as you called your soulmate's name.

You were irritated for the reason that you felt like he didn't really want to be here.

Jeongguk seemed preoccupied. It was apparent when you asked him what film he wanted to watch. He simply said 'whatever you want," while staring at you blankly.

You let it pass at first, but you couldn't ignore it now that the movie had ended and it appeared like he didn't even realize.

Jeongguk was silent beside you, but he couldn't sit without fidgeting. The air was awkward. He looked awkward, like he was uncomfortable or something. He wasn't even eating his food.

"Did you like the movie? Were you scared?"

"Uh," Jeongguk was staring again. "I'm...yeah. It's pretty scary,"

"Oh." You narrowed your eyes at him. "I didn't know you were afraid of zombies."

"Yeah. I am," he wasn’t and you knew it.

You huffed, crossing your arms. He was such a liar.

"The movie that we just watched," you gritted your teeth. "Isn't about zombies, Jeongguk. It's not even a horror film. It's Toy Story 4!"

You were annoyed. Why did Jeongguk even ask to be with you when he wasn’t going to pay attention to you or to the things the two of you were supposed to do?

"I'm sorry..."

And there's it again. The insincere apology. He was always sorry, but he never changed.

"You know what? Just go home. I..." You trailed off as tears filled your eyes.

Why did you always have to make a fool of yourself because of him?

"I don't want you here."

Jeongguk's heart sank upon hearing the words that left your mouth.

"No please," he also turned pale, eyes turning wide because he wasn't expecting this date to turn out like this. What he wanted to happen was to enjoy the winter night cuddled with you as the two of you watched a romantic movie.

Jeongguk imagined watching Love 911 to give you an idea of some of the things he wanted to try with you.

"What do you mean no? It's obvious that you don't want to be here. You're not even paying attention."

"It's not like that," he avoided your gaze.

You only scoffed. Typical Jeongguk. Always telling you that you didn't get him.

"Then what is it? Why do you look uncomfortable? Why do you look like you don't want to be here—"

"I told you it's not like that!" He was staring at you using those big eyes. His thin beckoning lips protruded into a pout.

"I just!" He sighed like he found it hard to explain what he felt. "Can't concentrate on other things because all I can think about is you!”

"What—"

He didn't let you finish. Jeongguk was rambling. He was nervous. He didn't want you to get mad at him again.

"Your dress really looks so good on you and your make up is really nice. You're really pretty...and really beautiful and really sexy and I really just...really—"

"Huh." you pouted, slightly cringing because of his excessive use of the word really. "So now you're blaming the way I look?"

You were teasing him to get rid of the funny feeling in your stomach. Damn Jeongguk for confusing the hell out of you. You were supposed to be annoyed, but why were you smiling?

And why the hell was it so easy to melt into him?

"No!" Jeongguk groaned. He was getting frustrated. You seemed to always twist his words and extrapolate things.

"Look..." He closed his eyes since he couldn't bear to look at you anymore. He was scared to see the disappointment in your eyes.

"I just love you okay? Like really, really, in love with you."

Jeongguk's heartbeat doubled when you didn't speak.

Silence engulfed the whole room that he was forced to open his eyes.

His heart went even crazier. It was beating erratically.

Why were you staring at him with an agape mouth?

"What did you say?" You were no longer in the mood to fool around. Sure, you were teasing Jeongguk, but it didn't mean he could also joke about feelings and love.

It wasn't fair.

"I love you?" Jeongguk said, unsure.

He wasn't unsure of his feelings. He just didn't know if you were referring to the last words he uttered.

"You...love me?" You were still in doubt.

Jeongguk simply nodded his head; a soft smile was plastered on his lips as he scrunched his nose. You knew this look well. This was his genuine self and it only meant one thing.

He wasn't lying.

"But..." you bit the inside of your cheek. "This is the first time you told me that."

"I thought it's obvious?" Jeongguk mirrored your confused expression.

He expressed what he felt for you by singing. Jeongguk thought you understood.

You did not. The song lifted your spirit and you also found the gesture sweet, but you still didn't realize it was his way of confessing.

"I mean..." Jeongguk pouted his lips more. "Your eyes tell, right? You can see colors now."

As soon as these words escaped his mouth, Jeongguk felt like he had been hit by a truck—crushing his bones and telling him how stupid he was for crossing the street even though there were signs that told him to stop.

Signs.

The signs had been there all along.

"You love me..." Jeongguk blurted out. His realization was too sudden that he couldn't help but a cry a little.

You panicked as you asked him what was wrong.

"I wasted six months because of how stupid I am!" His answer was unclear.

"Gukkie," you put your hands on the either side of his shoulder, urging him to look at you. "You're not making sense. Speak slowly."

Jeongguk shook his head, tears still painting his cheeks. It was funny how the situation kept on turning around. Just a few breaths ago, you were the one who was on the verge of crying.

"I told you you didn't understand!" Jeongguk was still not making sense, but you decided to stay quiet and let him speak.

It looked like he needed an outlet for the reason that his emotions were overflowing.

"I left b'cause I thought...you...d-din't love me!" He sobbed and your heart cracked.

How could he think this way when all you had ever done was make him feel the love you felt for him?

Jeongguk's twisted expression told you that you had voiced out the question running inside your mind out loud.

"I called you delusional since I believed that you really are," he was bringing back the wounds that you were trying so hard to forget.

Still, you didn't stop him from speaking.

"H-How can you be sure you love me when I myself know that I am not worthy of your love?"

Jeongguk knew that he had always been mean to you. He hadn't done anything to make you fall in love with him that was why he was questioning your feelings.

It wasn't him whom you loved. It was the idea of him being your soulmate. You liked the thought that there was someone out there for you.

It made sense now, though. The fact that he could see colors brightly made him realize that your feelings were real, but it didn't mean he understood your reasons.

Jeongguk stood by his statement. He was unworthy of your love.

"You're not doubting yourself, Jeongguk." You shook your head at him, proving him otherwise. "You are doubting my feelings for you."

This wasn't about Jeongguk's beliefs. This was about you. You grew up thinking that when you felt like everything was collapsing, your only choice was to trust what you feel was right. It's because at the end of the day, you were going to be the one to face the consequence of your actions—not your parents, not your friends, and not even your soulmate. They would be affected by your decisions, yes, but only indirectly.

They could make their own choices that would directly affect their lives even if their choice was based on your decision. People would end up having different results even though they walked on the same path.

"But why me?" Jeongguk sounded broken as he asked this. It hurt you to think that he really thought so lowly of himself.

He couldn't be blamed. He loved Red before; however, it was still not enough. He had moved on from her, but it didn't mean that all the scars would fade away.

His first breakup up caused him to think that despite giving your one hundred percent, it would still be lacking for some people.

But you weren't some people.

You were you and you had your reason.

"Sometimes you don't need a reason to love someone." Your reason was not having a reason at all.

Your soulmate wasn't sure if he agreed to what you said.

Jeongguk didn't believe that just because things existed, it was already valid. Validation cannot be valid if one would not give enough reasons to prove why it's worth validating.

This was the reason why Jeongguk was questioning the love you claimed you felt. He needed reasons. He was just a human after all—always in need of affection and reassurance.

"I mean...I tried thinking of a reason why I shouldn't love you, but I just can't find any." Your confession made Jeongguk blush.

You had always been straight forward.

The way you loved was the opposite of how your soulmate loved. This was probably the explanation why it took him long to admit his feelings for you.

As stated, Jeongguk was in constant need of reason. His drawings of you were his proof of the love he felt.

"If you can't find any reason, then just allow me to tell you the million reasons why I love you."

He didn't wait for your answer. Jeongguk simply moved closer to you. His face was just inches away from yours.

"You're smart." And then he kissed your forehead.

You weren't only a book smart. You were emotionally intelligent. You had taught Jeongguk a lot of things, especially when it came to forgiveness and compassion.

"You're brave." He kissed you left eye.

He remembered the night you told him you liked him. It was in front of many people. You didn't hesitate even when he was running away.

"You're patient and understanding," he kissed your right eye.

You tried to understand Jeongguk's annoying attitude.

"You work hard in all aspects." He kissed your nose.

"You're beautiful," he kissed your left cheek.

You really were. Inside and out.

"It's you,"

Jeongguk didn't know if he could love someone who wasn't you.

"Most importantly, I love you because you are my soulmate." And then he kissed you on the lips.

You laughed in between the kiss, but you didn't stop kissing him back.

Did you forgive him?

The answer was yes.

Were you ready to love him again?

Perhaps.

Were you still hurt by his actions before?

Yes.

Did you want to be with him?

Yes.

There were many questions flooding your mind right now. Some of your answers might not be the truth, maybe you were just too happy right now—caught up in the moment because you were in Jeongguk's arms again.

But it didn't matter now because one thing was sure.

You were willing to love Jeon Jeongguk again because you didn't want to repeat his mistake.

You didn't want to lose your soulmate just because of hatred and denial.

Things were clear now.

Jeon Jeongguk loved you and the world was no longer black and white.

BONUS: (a poem made by young OC that made her realize why she should trust her own feelings)

holy. after 6 weeks???? i’m finally done writing this baby. wow. thank you thank you everyone for reading this—especially those people who never failed to send me feedback. i love you all!

New fic alert! READ HERE >> SAVE ME - Demon!Taehyung x Doctor!Reader

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kanthypantsalltheway · 2 years

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Which Bridgerton ship is your favourite? In which order you would but all the ships? Sorry if you've asked this before!

Hey! It's absolutely fine. My order of ships changed as I reread the books anyway.

1) kate and Anthony- Honestly, do I even need to explain? There isn't anything to NOT love about them. Even though I read quite a few historical romances by Julia Quinn, I have to say, she put in her all in Kate and Anthony, to the point where she still couldn't develop characters individually and also as a ship that can compare to these two!

2) Francesca and Michael- This might come as a surprise to some, because i don't talk enough about them? But that is only because I'm trying to talk about the couples season wise. Next year I will be raving about Benophie, but fear not, I wont stop babbling about other ships either.

But yeah, Franchael has me in a chokehold. I'm not a very angsty reader, i have to walk around the house after I read an angsty scene ane then cry around in the kitchen with a packet of chips in my hand. And throughout their book I cried SO MANY TIMES. They just fit together, perfectly. I don't even have enough words to describe them. Frannie, who is a shy and quiet woman can be loud and controlling when she is with Michael, and Michael, bless him, is the man Frannie deserves. The way he never patronised her, never tried to form a wall between his cousin brother and the love of his life, always stayed respectful to her and CRAVED her, had me in tears.

3) Penelope and Colin- Never thought I would love Friends to Lovers, but here you have it. I think the main reason I was so intrigued by them was because I didn't know who Penelope was, we know her as a wallflower, and we never know who Colin is as a person deep within, until we reach their book. It's a pleasant surprise, what their real identities are and fits perfectly, almost like a puzzle. The gradual shift and tension in their relationship was beautiful, and also the fact that we know of Colin saying "I am never going to marry Penelope Featherington!" and then doing just THAT. You would think Colin will never upset anyone, much less dare to lash on them and then he lashes out on Mrs.Featherington,just as she deserves! It was also good to see that he was surprised and frustrated at himself for not seeing her as Penelope for so long, he didn't try to argue with himself that it wasn't his fault, he accepted it marvelled at his wife.

4) Benedict and Sophie- I love a good Cinderella story, and Sophie fits all the characteristics of cinderalla, but it only gets better when she decides to hold her ground and refuse to shift her principles. Benedict's growth throughout the book made me realise that they belong with each other. She didn't have to compromise with her principles, he gave up on his self righteous thoughts, and did not have to hide himself from her anymore.

5) Gregory and Lucy- Gregory is the only Bridgerton who has all the brain cells but doesn't know where and how to use it, and I love him for that. The boy really said 'I'll marry for love and I can tell with whom just by their neck'. But once again, Gregory and Lucy fit perfectly. Gregory is this man who doesn't know where his life is going and Lucy has her life perfectly in order, she tries to hold it in order even when it's falling apart, and Gregory is the one to hold the pieces together. What's not to love about them?

6)Eloise & Phillip- will forever be mad at how people really turn their daggers on Phillip? Like yes, he's an antisocial moron(just like me), he is aloof and it doesn't seem right all the time BUT FOR GOD'S SAKE HE WASN'T MAD THAT MARINA DIDN'T SLEEP WITH HIM, HE WAS MAD THAT HE COULDN'T SAVE HER FROM THE SADNESS AND DEPRESSION TO THE POINT WHERE HE FELT THAT SHE WAS AFRAID OF HIM. He was devastated that he couldn't give her peace, despite trying, and he was devastated that he couldn't do anything for his children, I am mad that he couldn't lend some support to his children, but seeing as he had his own childhood trauma and then the trauma of losing the mother of his children, makes sense. It was fun seeing Eloise who had gathered she would stay a spinster run off to marry the first man she conversed in letter, but ngl, the letters were cute. I think it's because they bring out the most unexpected out of each other that they just make sense. I was mad at how Phillip lashed out on Eloise in the greenhouse, that isn't justified, but if Julia wanted to show his incompetence at communication and frustration, there really was a better way of showing.

7) Hyacinth and Gareth- I love them, but I would have loved them more if Julia added more communication between them. I love some mystery, but there could be so much more tension, seeing as they are polar opposite. And this in no way means I don't love them. I really love them, I even love their book, but because it's Hyacinth, I feel like there could be more arguing and because it's Gareth I feel like there could be more trauma unpacking which would make their bond even stronger. Let's just hope the show does that.

8) Daphne and Simon- Now listen, I write about them, I love them but there are some problematic sides to them. They weren't on my eighth always, but it changed since I reread the books again. And the show did them DIRTY. This is perhaps why I love when fanfic writers write about them, because they make the best version of themselves which I'm sorry to say, Julia couldn't do. I don't know how I am supposed to take any other stance for them when there is a rape scene, which could have easily been avoided in the show, Simon's fear and trauma could have been given more space and time to heal and understand which would have pulled them closer. I am no author, but anyone could see how much potential they could have had if they written carefully. Seeing as it was Julia's first book from the series and the most disliked, it says something. The only reason it had positive reviews in the show, is because, pretty people, good acting and some good subplots, I'm sorry but even the writing was mediocre at times. Honestly, I've seen more people talk about the sub characters than Simon and Daphne and it made me mad, because I was rooting for them to be portrayed as much more in the show. Still you can't deny that they had humour between them, atleast before the rape scene.BUT THEY HAD THE BEST STORY IN 'Bridgertons: Happily Ever After'.

But this doesn't mean I vehemently hate any ship, I root for all of them, and I will always praise them and write for them.

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