#I'm sorry to anyone who gets hurt by my poems

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

A murderous game of cat and mouse

Summary: Your jealously reaches boiling point and shows Wanda how you deal with jealously, very dramatic of you to be honest poor Wanda, like she's stalked you for months and sent you poems and you treat her like this? God how dare you, poor Wanda

Words: 2,100

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI Angst and swearing, murder, blood. The serial killer Wanda becoming soft and underestimating Y/n and also brief mention of Agatha (she'll be in here more in the future)

Taglist: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx (if anyone wants to be added let me know!)

"So Y/n who's this grumpy cat sat next to you?" The woman sat across the booth from you with Nat stood above you and Wanda sat next to you "a friend, she's here to make sure you keep to your deal" Wanda looked at you surprised moving her hand to your knee but you didn't flinch instead keeping your eyes on Agatha and taking a drink of your cocktail "a friend huh? Well okay then"

The meeting carried on without another word about Wanda and finished in a timely manner with Agatha agreeing to keep business with you and the three of you leaving the place in relatively good spirits, that was until Wanda pulled you aside leaving Nat in the car

"Y/n my love I don't understand what's going on? Why are you upset?" Wanda intertwined your hands while you refuse to look at her "are you angry?"

You pulled your hand away reaching into her pocket for what you were looking for, the knife, you ran it across her bare arm wordlessly "Y/n?"

"You annoyed me before" you said grabbing her arm and digging the knife in cutting her "does it hurt?"

She shook her head "no" wincing slightly at the clear pain but still refusing to say it hurt

You half smiled "shame, I want to hurt you" you turned away from her leaving her bleeding but Wanda didn't want to let you go "moya lyubov' if you want to hurt me, hurt me, I can take it"

You turned back around looking at her pouting "come here" she near enough jumped into your arms happy to be touching you again, suddenly a sharp pain pierced her abdomen and she gasped "Y/n?"

You smirked against her neck "do you feel it? A hot white pain? That's how I felt seeing you flirt with my friend, you won't be sleeping with her anytime soon, you need to learn that just because you can kill a few men and sweet talk me with poetry doesn't mean you can be a fucking brat"

Wanda refused to fall down instead kissing you hard trying to get any kind of pleasure from the searing pain she felt, you kissed her back pulling the knife out of her stomach hearing her groan into your mouth

You pulled away from her "oh honey" you stroked her face, the sweat starting to gather on her face "you know you'll be okay but you know why I did it right?"

She nodded hoarsely apologising "s-sorry" she started to fall but Nat appeared holding her up by the waist "I leave you two alone for 20 minutes and you stab her? In broad daylight? You're brave" the world around Wanda started to blur and the voices echoed into the background as the blood pulsed through to her ears

"Well she wanted to see my jealousy, that's what she gets"

Nat approved "well damn, I'm impressed"

You took Wanda from Nat holding her up and kissing her cheek "don't get too cocky Nat, you're the one who started it, sleep with one eye open"

Nat laughed "yeah okay whatever, where are you taking her?"

"To the apartment, she needs to rest"

"I'll start the car up" Nat turned back to the car opening the door so Wanda could lay down in the backseat with you, her head was lay on your lap and you stroked the hair out of her face holding both hers and your hand on her wound "beautiful" you whispered and a small whimper escaped her lips "shh rest, you'll feel better soon"

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Wanda woke up a few hours later in a bed with a bandage around her stomach "good evening princess, we got you a burger, hope you're not vegan" Nat threw the bag at her and it "accidentally" fell onto her stomach "fuck off Natasha you did that purposely" she sat up stretching then immediately regretted it when the pain returned

"You deserved it you know?" The woman sat on the bed taking dome fries out of the bag eating them "I didn't think I deserved to be stabbed" she groaned

"Told you she's scary, but you impressed her by staying alive, she's waiting for you in the kitchen" Nat left Wanda alone to nibble at the burger but she eventually threw it away finding it inedible, finally she got up from the bed and headed to the kitchen seeing you sat on a stool looking through some papers and Wanda put on a happy demeanour.

"There's my killer girlfriend" she tried but you threw her a collar "wear it, I'm sick of the cat and mouse game, you want to be mine you will be, wear it"

Wanda scoffed "why don't you wear the collar? You're my pet" she picked the collar up still admiring the red colour "it is nice though"

You turned on the stool revealing another collar in your hand "I'll put it on when you do"

Wanda agreed putting the collar around her neck feeling your eyes on her the whole time "happy?" she finished and you jumped off of the stool walking towards her kissing on the cheek "you look beautiful" she kissed your lips refusing to let you stop but you pulled away just as quick "you don't get anything from me yet, we need to do something first, do you feel up to it?"

"Yes, yes anything!" Wanda cringed internally, she'd never sounded so desperate in her life "what do you need?"

Your hand skated over her bandage and the dried blood that had bled through admiring your own handiwork "I need to go and deal with someone, you can help me, come on" you left the kitchen followed by your redhead, she wondered what it was but she had a pretty good idea what it would be anyway, she was just happy you weren't still mad at her

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"So you want me to kill someone? Because you know I will, I stand by what I said detka, I'll kill anyone to make you happy"

You smirked at her desperation "and you think your a top, that's hilarious"

The woman shrugged "I'm still a top baby, we're just going through a rough patch"

You both entered an old abandoned warehouse and you searched for the light illuminating the room and Wanda's eyes landed to the middle of the room where an unconscious man sat "kill him and you'll get your wish to fuck me while covered in blood" you were pressed against her back kissing her neck and hearing her moan, god she was so sensitive for you.

"Who is he?" She asked

"Does it matter?" You pressed the special knife into her opened hand "our special knife is the perfect tool for him" you rounded her to face her and was bemused by her confused face "where has all that bravado gone mommy?"

The use of the moniker made Wanda drop the knife and then pick it up clumsily trying to keeping her composure "awe it's okay mommy I'll help you"

"Mommy doesn't need help" Wanda managed to say kissing you to hide her blush she felt creeping up "go on then princess, kill him, he's one of Agatha's little problems that needs to be solved"

Wanda nodded and moved closer to the man who started to wake up "what's-what's happening..."

"Agatha knows you're a snitch Bruce and wants you dead, my girl here plans on showing you just what happens to snitches, go on Scarlet"

"No! No come on man I haven't snitched on Agatha! She trusts me!" He tried pulling on his restraints but failed "you told Strucker about what Agatha was planning and now her plans have been sent back months-

"Fucking bitch!"

There was a hard punch stopping him talking from Wanda "don't you dare talk to you my girlfriend like that" her voice was quiet and scary making him swallow hard and twisting his face in surprise realising something "Wanda? That's the woman you've been stalking for months?! What the hell are you doing?"

Wanda's face drained of colour, she'd really hoped he didn't recognise her but that didn't work, looking back at you not realising you'd come closer and was standing behind her now "you know him honey?" You asked and Wanda shook her head "no, no I don't"

"Then do it, kill him" you kissed her shoulder letting your head rest there too "you know how to do it right? Just a stab through the carotid artery, the knife is sharp enough to do it, but you have to be confident, plus you'll be covered in blood and isn't that what you wanted?"

Wanda clenched her jaw and closed her eyes thinking, was she really going to kill an old partner of hers?

She opened her eyes taking the knife and stabbing deep in his neck, the blood splattering onto the knife, her hand and her arm, not as much blood as she wanted but enough

Bruce's gurgled noises and screams drowned out eventually and the man sat limp on the chair

"Well done princess, give me the knife" your hand found its way wrapped around the handle of the knife bringing it back to her and spinning Wanda around kissing her "are you okay?"

She smiled "absolutely" you went to speak again but Wanda stopped you taking back what little control she currently had "take your shirt off"

You stepped back "what?

Wanda wasted no time in stripping you of your shirt and going to cut your new bra off of you bit you stopped her annoying her "little girl I'm not going to be patient any longer, you've had your fun being in charge but its now time to get back to how we were, you doing exactly as I say-

You cut her off pulling at her collar "I'm not the bottom you think I am Scarlet"

You let go of the collar pushing her back a little "I was going to fuck you but you've ruined it, go and get cleaned up"

"Seriously?! Why are you acting like this?? I spent months and months chasing you, sending you poems and pictures and professing my love to you and we finally get together and your treating me like one of your victims!"

You were shocked into silence "what the fuck are you talking about? Why would I treat you like a victim? Don't ever say that to me again"

The woman continued "Oh hit a nerve did I?"

"Seem's we've gone past the honeymoon stage, shame it only lasted like a day" you were calm...too calm for anyone's liking, you picked up your shirt putting it back on without another word

Going to leave the room Wanda quickly followed you and you were both yet again seen by Nat who was intrigued by the conversation "trouble in paradise?"

"Fuck off Natalia" Wanda snapped and the other redhead sighed "so we're not having sex against a wall later? I was really looking forward to it and being covered in dirt from rolling around"

Her sarcastic voice was drowned out in the background as you both walked off back towards your apartment "why are we fighting?! Wanda shouted at you and you finally stopped turning back to her "I don't know Wanda, why are we fighting?"

She let out a sigh "okay look I'm sorry I said I felt like one of your victims why was it a big deal?"

"It doesn't matter, just-just leave me alone for a few hours please"

You stormed off leaving Wanda once again confused, stressed and sexually frustrated

"Well well Wanda, you've really messed that one up" Nat slid up to next to the stressed woman and watched you walk off, the silence engulfing them both for a little while, finally Nat spoke up first

"Her last relationship didn't end well"

She turned to Nat listening intently, she probably shouldn't be telling Wanda this but she carried on

"Long story short Miss Witch, she had to kill her because she was giving away information and we found out....she was heartbroken and when we had to do it she kept saying she was a victim of circumstance, Y/n couldn't do it, I had to do it, not that I minded she was a bitch anyway"

Wanda was shocked, is that why you sounded so annoyed when she accused you of calling her a victim?

Nat noticed her internal struggle "you called yourself a victim didn't you?"

She nodded and Nat smacked her on the back of the head "fucking idiot"

Wanda rubbed her head where she slapped and muttered things under her breath

"I didn't mean to insult or upset her-

Nat cut her off "don't apologise to me red"

"You're right, okay take me to the apartment"

Nat patted her on the back "yes second boss"

"I'm getting a sense of Déjà vu here" both women went back to the car getting in and just sat for a moment "do I get her flowers?"

Nat burst out laughing "flowers?! She's not a whiny teenage girl Wanda, just go and apologise eat her out for a few hours and she'll be fine"

"Now thats something I can do! Alright let's go"

#marvel #Marvel au #marvel imagine #marvel fic #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #a murderous game of cat and mouse #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff #dark!reader

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hello, is it ok to ask for Pomefiore + Riddle and Silver with an mc whos very beautiful but doesnt really know and it's actually insecure about their appearence bc for them is just average, ty!

Hello, thank you for the ask! Sorry this is super late, I was super busy but now I should be able to have more writing time. This goes out to anyone who reads this btw, you are beautiful and handsome! I don't know how else to put it, but it's really important to love yourself. With that, I hope you enjoy the writing!

Pomefiore, Riddle, Silver x gn!reader who is insecure about their appearance

Vil

In your eyes, he was the definition of beauty. He literally sparkled! But to him, he always saw you as the most beautiful person he had ever seen. The way you smiled melted his heart, and he could feel himself blushing whenever you two met each others' gazes.

Yet, he would hear some of the comments you made about yourself. Whenever the two of you were doing skincare together or trying on different outfits, you would always pinch at yourself or shy away from the mirror. You would say "I don't look good" or "I wish I changed." It was a blur of those kinds of comments and actions that made his heart hurt. Could you not see how much you awed people around you?

"Y/n, darling," he took your attention away from the mirror that you were frowning in front of. You looked up at him, at his beautiful eyes. It almost made you question why you two were dating, were you just an inconvenience to him because you were just, well, average?

"What is it that upsets you? You'll only gain stress from that, and I don't want to see your beautiful face so sad," took your chin so you could look at him. "Is it your appearance you are worried about?" Ah, so he knew. "It seems that I didn't do enough to tell you how beautiful you are, there is no equal to it. I love you, for your kindness, your personality, your amazing looks, everything."

His words mean a lot to you, but it will take time for you to gain confidence in your looks. He understands this, and will help in any way he can. Even if it takes a long time, he's always at your side to help, reminding you how much you mean to him and how beautiful you are.

Rook

He was always someone looking for beauty. You knew this as well, he was famous (notorious?) for following people around and commenting in long poems about their positive qualities. So it came to you as a surprise that he confessed his love to you.

You never felt like you deserved it, you weren't beautiful in your eyes. There were far better people in the school and in the whole of Twisted Wonderland that would suit the beauty-pursuer Rook Hunt. You felt tears prick at your eyes when you looked at yourself in the mirror. There was more than twenty things you wanted to change about yourself, but what you didn't notice was Rook sitting by at your dorm room window (when was he there?!).

He knocked on the glass to get your attention. Brushing your tears away, you look over and laugh lightly to yourself. Your boyfriend was a curious fellow. But the moment you opened the windows so he come in, he hugged you. It came to you as a surprise. "W-what's up?" you patted on his back.

"Mon amour, my sweet nymph, what caused your beautiful eyes to shed tears? Is something the matter?" he was so poetic. You looked down at your feet, telling him that you're sorry for how "average" you were. "I don't think I have any right to be with someone looking for beauty since I, well, I'm not-" "Non! You're wrong about that!" he stops you, not letting go of you. "Do you not see how radiant you are? As someone who pursues beauty, I can say for sure that you are the most admirable person I have met, in more ways than just your beautiful figure."

You hear his love sonnets more often. It's a bit embarrassing sometimes, but you can't help loving them. You may have to take more time to accept his words as true, but Rook will stand by your side. He's always going to be there to make sure you know how beautiful you are.

Epel

He loved you because you understood him. You two would often go apple carving together, but whenever you two were together, you couldn't help but admire at his beauty. You knew he didn't like being called "cute" and such, but you would be lying if you said that he wasn't pretty.

One day, he noticed how you looked sad. He asked you what was wrong, and you weren't sure how to respond to him. Should you be honest, no he would be upset that you thought he was cute, but you didn't want to lie either. You just blurted out a blur of words but Epel stopped you. "What do you mean 'you look average?'"

Suddenly, he stood up from the grassy field that the two of you were sitting in right outside of where flight lessons were. "BULLSHIT!" you jolt at his words. Sometimes, you forget that he has rougher words than his looks. He takes you by the shoulders, looking at you dead in the eyes.

"You are literally the most beautiful person I have e'er seen, ya hear?! Who told you ya ain't, I'll beat 'em up!" "No Epel, it's fine, I just think that way about myself," you explain before he tries to hurl his fists at someone. "Y/n," he looks at you, then he suddenly hugs you. "I, I know I ain't the best with words, but I think that you truly are beautiful, inside and out. I want you to know that."

The two of you often spend time not talking about appearances, it helps in a way since it gets your mind off of those negative thoughts. But Epel will always be there to help you love yourself more, and if anyone tries to say something about the way you look, they better prepare themselves for a beating!

Riddle

He was the definition of perfection. He had no flaws at all, in academics and in looks. Sure, he complained about his height on some occasions, but he was still handsome. So you were shocked when he came up to you and confessed his love for you. Sure he was super awkward about it, but it was super cute!

You loved him, but you wondered if he loved you back. You were, well, average in your eyes. You sometimes felt yourself tear up when you looked at yourself in the mirror. You noticed all of your flaws too well, and you were sure someone as meticulous as Riddle saw them too.

Riddle is meticulous, and because of this he noticed you looking down when the two of you were sharing tea together in the Rose garden. He set down his teacup and looked at you. "Is something the matter, love? You look upset," he snapped you out of your thoughts. "Ah, it's nothing," you try to hide your face from him. But he sees right through. "I just, well, I just think I'm not good for you, since I'm average and your so, well, perfect."

The air was stiff and he was silent. He stood up and walked over to where you were sitting, he looked a bit upset himself. He took your hand and knelt down, almost like he was proposing. "Y/n, I'm not perfect, and you are definitely not average. There's more than a thousand things I love about you, and the way you look is one of them. Your smile, the way your hair is styled, everything about you is beautiful. You always put me in awe, I want you to know that. Please don't think of yourself in a negative way, I love you."

He knows it's hard to accept oneself. He has a hard time accepting himself too, especially with the way he was raised. But he doesn't want you to have the same toxic mindset he is trying to fight off within him, so he tries to do everything he can to get you out of it. He's thinks your beautiful, no matter what.

Silver

The two of you fell for each other at the same time. It was really funny for Lilia since he saw how the two of you were awkward with each other and one of you would always blush. He ended up being the one to clue you in on Silver having a crush on you, so Silver had to confess his feelings to you in the end after you asked him about it. As the two of you spent more time together, you noticed each day how beautiful he was.

His hair was perfect, his skin was flawless. Yet, you would look at your reflection and see what was to you a total opposite. You would look at yourself and pinch at certain parts, wanting to disappear or transform. You weren't sure if Silver would notice these flaws, but to you they seemed so big.

Silver and you were walking together in the nearby forest on a stroll. He was going to recommend taking a nap when the two of you returned back on campus, but he noticed how lost in thought you were. "Is everything alright, y/n?" he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Well, I just think that I'm not fit to be with someone so handsome. I'm so, well, average," you sighed, curling into yourself and avoiding his gaze.

He stopped in his tracks. "Who told you that?" he asked. "No one, I just think that way," you respond. "Y/n," he stepped closer, gently cupping your face. "There's no one I would want to spend my time with than you. That smile, that voice, you are beautiful in every way. When I first saw you, I thought that you were a fae because you seemed so, well, amazing. Just know that you aren't average at all, you are much more."

Silver then takes you to go napping with him. Once the two of you are lying down together, he wraps his arms around you tightly, kissing you gently on your head and drifting off to sleep right after. He wants to always remind you how beautiful you are, and he will make sure you know that you are! He's going to always be beside you.

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[thelikesoffinn]

hello - hope you're doing great! I love your analysis, and I wanted to ask about something I've been thinking fanfic wise but also applicable to real life (I think).

So Astarion gets paired a lot with Tavs who also have tragic past experiences (hard to be at his level of tragedy, but some get close). Which is all well and good, cause I see how writing these characters and reading about them is cathartic to many, but I also see plot-wise, it makes it "easier" for him to connect with Tav in a way, kindred souls and all that.

My Tav's background is one of someone who either had a fairly good and regular life, and, if trauma occured, it's been healthily overcome. So at the beginning of the BG3 story she's actually at the end of her own initial "character" arc.

Now my issue is, can Astarion connect with someone who has no idea at all of what he went through? My idea is that's he'd infantilize her, or openly antagonise her (in his charming way) because she's got no right to understand (especially with how he thinks it's fine to be racist and hurt the weak in the first act).

And she'd be understanding and wanting to help and all, but how can people with no/little traumatic experiences connect with those who went through hell, even with the best intentions? It's a dynamic I'd like to explore, because I've seen it played in real life a few times.

Sorry for the poem!

Hello, flower! Thank you so much, I'm glad that you enjoyed the analysis ❤️

As for your question: Eh, I do see why that dynamic is a rather difficult one. People who've survived through a lot of traumata tend to be somewhat hesitant and guarded in front of those who had normal lives at the best of times, and we all know that Astarion rarely has a "best of times", especially early in the game.

Infantilising them is something I definitely see with him. He's the type to do that with anyone anyway, but especially so with those he considers "sheltered". And sheltered is likely something he inevitably will consider Tav, as that is often the case with those who experienced trauma.

Trauma tends to age and harden you, in a way, so oftentimes people who simply grew up normally, with normal ups and downs, are viewed as "sheltered" or "spoiled" by those who didn't, even if that wasn't necessarily the case. That label isn't used or assigned maliciously, and it's simply based on the fact that other people's "normal" seems like the very best to someone who had it worse.

I can also see a huge amount of antagonism, yes, but how it shows will depend on when your story is set.

Is it while he's still dependent on Tav? Then I think he'd try to refrain from being more antagonistic towards them than necessary, since he needs to stay on their good side. So, he'd likely stick with his base-line arseholeishness, if a bit more intense at times. You know, in a sense that you side eye him and wonder if he just actually insulted you or if he's still joking around.

But if he's not dependent on them? Oh boy. Yeah, very likely that he'd be extremely mean and Tav would definitely 100% know that he means everything he says, even when it's uttered with a smile. Think how he talks to the Gur hunter in act 1 because let's be honest…that was far from subtle.

Astarion as a whole doesn't take kindly to anyone prodding his weak spots, albeit he mellows a bit towards Tav over the course of the story, and if would be even worse with "sheltered" Tav. He would likely flip his shit really hard and become extremely cruel with them, staying on their good side be damned because how dare they prod where they have no business being?

It's something I've seen at work before, and let me tell you: It's never a pretty sight. Many people who experienced trauma usually don't want to hurt others - quite the contrary, a lot of them would rather sacrifice themselves before watching anyone else get hurt like they were - but that doesn't mean they're not good at it. Precisely because they're often so hypervigilant, they have a talent in picking out your weak spots and if you test them enough, oh boy. They'll hit them with such aim and grace, you'll find yourself reeling. And that's the super sweet and kind clients, not the Astarions.

Here it's important to mention that the things people say in those situations are rarely what they really believe. It's mostly is just a well aimed assassination of your soft spots to get you to back off and leave them be.

So "sheltered" Tav will have to be extremely careful regarding any sore spots if they don't want to be hit by the full force of protective-malice.

Does that mean Astarion and your Tav won't be able to bond? Aabsolutely not, but it will be a tad bit difficult because he'll likely take a lot longer to open up and their bond will have to be built entirely from scratch. The shared understanding of their trauma can’t function as a temporary foundation – temporary because a bond entirely based on [shared] trauma will eventually become instable, if not fortified by other things – so they’ll have to put in a lot of work to even get to having a solid foundation to build on.

I'll give you a bit of a general rundown on how I was taught to tackle clients like that, maybe any of that will be helpful for you!

So, firstly: "Sheltered" Tav will need to be careful and understanding and they'll have to be able to take a blow and live with it if they accidentally step to close too early.

Important to note: They'll have to be able to take a blow but they can't be too lenient either.

Astarion seems like a person who's attached to 'respect'. Not in the 'respect your elders' way, but in the sense that he treats those he respects a lot better than those he doesn't. It's the nobility’s definition of respect - some "deserve" it and some don't and who is who is entirely based on personal understanding - so it's very in line with his background.

So, while your Tav will need to be able to take a hit, they'll need to know when to call him out on his bullshit. If you let Astarion walk all over you, he will eventually lose all respect and then this is a lost cause. Don't let him push you around.

If he's being too cruel, don't be cruel back, but definitely call him out on it and let him know that he can always ask you to stop prodding but you will not stand around and let him insult you.

Be understanding, but don't be a doormat.

Then, in order to get someone to open up, you'll have to have a lot of patience. Don't demand anything, don't force anything. Every question you ask has to be careful and phrased in a way that won't corner them, which can be really difficult in casual conversation. So, mishaps can and will likely happen, which is great material for a story anyway, so that's great! (Not so great at work though, haha.)

In case of "sheltered" Tav, it's probably best if they wait for him to come to them. Listen when he rants, listen to the tiny things he mentions and if you ask questions, make sure they directly relate to what he's told you just then.

So, if he talks about Cazador essentially making him choose between eating putrid rats or getting beaten, a question like: "Did he do that a lot?" or "Was it always those two options?" could potentially be alright because the red string is easily visible for both parties. Astarion can tell why you would ask something like that and he can follow your line of thought easily.

But a question like: "What else did he do to you?" or "Did he do other things as well?" would probably have his defences going up. It's too broad, too unspecific, and how is that any of your business anyway? What is this, an interrogation? An interview so that you can ghost write his sad memoirs? Back off.

While a question like: "How exactly did those dinners go?" or "Beaten? How?" is too specific. You're practically asking him to relive a painful moment in great detail for your own "enjoyment". Why else would you want to know? Why else would you ask how exactly he'd been hurt and humiliated, if not for that? Maybe you were planning to do the same to him. He won't let you. The past is the past. Let. It. Rest.

So, as you can tell, it's basically playing question-hot-foot!

But even if your Tav should cross the lines in that regard every once in a while - it happens, every question is a gamble - it'll eventually be fine. The closer they get, the easier it will be to ask questions, because he'll realise that he can actually trust them.

The one word I would really really avoid - and I cannot stress this enough - is 'understand'. God never use it. Tav, omit it from your vocabulary, you'll never "understand" anything ever again!

"I understand what you went though was horrible, but/and/however…" - No, you really do not. You can't understand, can't even imagine what he's faced over the years so never pretend that you do.

"I won't pretend to understand what you went through, but I want to/you can trust me/I can still listen." - Always said with kindness, but that one really is nothing but an empty platitude, at best. Hearing someone say that they don't understand you so directly is never really encouraging either.

"I just want to understand you." - Great, but you don't need to know the barest parts of a person's soul to be able to understand them. If you can't do it without that, maybe you shouldn't. And, all in all, this phrasing of the last one feels really iffy anyway, personally speaking, because it has a very manipulative edge to it. 'Hey I'm just overstepping your boundaries because I want to know you and understand you better. It's all for you..." and blegh. I hate that one, but that might be totally personal so please feel entirely free to ignore this paragraph.

Anyway, as you can see…never "understand", even if it’s just meant to encourage him. Just don't. I've seen clients who asked to be transferred to a different social worker or ended up leaving completely because someone used one of those lines, so I'd really strongly advise against them.

Instead, opt for things like "I'll listen to whatever you want to say." or "Can you explain it to me?" because that way you're not lying to his face and you're leaving everything up to him. He gets to decide where this conversation goes and, more importantly, how far it goes. Not an interview, not an interrogation, but a conversation that he controls.

And well then, flower, that’s it! Of course, there’s a lot more to it, but we’d still be here by the time Baldur’s Gate 8 is released if I went over every tiny thing, but I hope this was enough of an overview to help you build your story 😊 If you end up sharing it, don’t be shy to let me know, I’d be excited to check it out because, as you said, it’s a really interesting dynamic that isn’t explored as much as it should be. It’s a difficult dynamic, but it is so rewarding to write, read and experience. I wish you all the best ♥

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[call-me-copycat]

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[slasher-male-wife]

You wrote this for me?: Bo Sinclair x gn author reader

I've recently said I write poetry and while I might not be good, it means a lot to me. I recently posted a poem on my poetry blog @living-dead-author about comfort characters and I thought it was fitting for this idea I've had. I might do this kind of format with other characters later on too.

Warnings: Kinda invasion of privacy (Bo reads Y/n's poetry journal without their knowledge), hurt/comfort?, fluff, Bo is bad with emotions

He knows you write. He's read some of your other works when you wanted him to see them and he was the one who brought you the journal after he saw you writing on any piece of paper you could get your hands on. He never looked in it without your permission of course, he understands wanting to keep things private.

But today when you left that journal open while you went to go grab something Bo couldn't help but look into the journal. He raised a brow when he saw his name in the title of a poem. Looking back at the kitchen doorway he picks it up and reads it to himself.

A poem for Bo

I want to say sorry

Because I know that’s all I can do

I can’t take away what happened

And I know apologies don’t fix much

But I know how it feels to never get one

I’m saying sorry now

Because no one else will give you the apology that you deserve

He sits there on the couch for a moment. Running a hand over his mouth. Bo doesn't do well with his emotions. He doesn't want anyone to even know that he has them. But rereading those words over and over again gets him tearing up. The fact it's in his lover's hand writing and signature red pen ink only adds to this growing feeling of tears.

Before he let's any fall he wipes them away as you come back into the living room, holding a glass of water. You notice him holding the journal as he looks back up at you. Your mouth opens then closes. You repeat this a few times before setting down your glass of water and looking down at Bo, who quickly stands up.

"I um...I was going to show you that after I got all of it worked out. It's a first draft and I didn't think it was good enough to show you yet." A heat rises in your face and a knot forms in your stomach. These problems only grow as Bo walks around the coffee table over to you, setting down your book.

He want's to tease you about it. He want's to tease you so much about how you really do love him. How you care enough about him to actually write this for him. But all of those words die in his throat when he looks at you and your worried eyes. He smiles before pulling you into a hug. A little confused, you hug back.

"You like it don't you?" You ask. Bo sniffles and holds you closer.

"Well I do like it. I like it a lot. I'm not good with all that digging into writing and stuff but I do like it a lot." He replies.

"I want you to know that I mean every word I said in that ok?" He doesn't reply but he pushes you even deeper into him if that was even possible, "I love you so much Bo." You feel him kiss the top of your head.

"I love you too Y/n."

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x you #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

[thedivinevera]

HEY ! HEY ! HEY ! Why don’t we give Isaac from ZsakuVa some attention… like to hear how he develop feeling for the listener against his will… watching them over the cameras … studying them … smiling at them when they had there back to him … small gifts like a book or chocolate … fighting his feelings just to notice it’s so late …. and being overprotective when guests came PLS PLS PLSSS

Fucking right babe, that man gives a lot of protective and obsession vibe than everything, Isaac experience lost many times, from the dead of his parents to the dead of his friend, so it's just natural that he never want to loose you. You become too close, to nice, to sweet, to seductive to his liking at it messed up his entire moral code.

The first symptoms of obsession is just a simple morning, hello, how are you until it turns to "where are you going", "don't leave, it's to dangerous", "stay with me it would more safer" and finally blossom to stalking and watching you behind the hidden camera. He of course would deny it, his in the stage of denial, thinking that this is normal (no it's not) "its just for their safety, they trust me and its my job to protect them" that's what he said but in reality it's start of a flare of real obsession

Second symptoms is the gift giving. It's normal at first, little trinket there and here because you've been a good, until he become addicted to your smile that he would give you random gifts just to see your smile, the reason this is second is because it becoming more visible, and you've becoming aware of the action and weird affection you're getting to your boss

And the last and crazy of all is the feral action from him, like his some sort of territorial wolf that would attack anyone who would hurt their mate, the difference is no is attacking you and you're not even his mate... Last time a man flirt to you jokingly, asking Isaac to give you to him which in Isaac reply to his joke is a full strength, hard punch that turn this poor man's nose into a flat coin. You need to apologize to the man many time and treat his injury which make Isasc jealous it become worse when you give him cold treatment, too scared because of his feral action which makes Isaac beg you to forgive him

And for the grand finale the realization, man... It really takes a flat nose just for him to realize that his completely in-love and obsessed with you, he's now becoming more clingy and romantic which makes you feel the ick because wtf, why your cold boss just suddenly turn into a dog, asking for your attention and approval

But of course it doesn't mean it's always this confusing and scary sometimes it's adorable and cute like just what I said, he act like a dog. He would always call your name and show you so project of his, remember the time he said that he likes literature, yeah he would make you read tons of research, poem and wait for approval, if he has a tail it will definitely wiggle. He would also want to be with you at first it's all just presence bit now he wants to touch and hug you and it will definitely become worse once you admit that you like him to. He's is a silly man:))

(hellyy sorry for late reply, I'm honestly not really a Isaac man, I have a one side rival with him because you cannot convince me that this man already move on about his ex (Andrew Marston) and as an Andrew fan and simp, this is not good..... But maybe I'm just delulu, so again sorry for being inactive from zsakuva fandom lol)

#yandere zsakuva #isaac roads #isaac x reader #isaac roads x reader #zsakuva x reader #zskauva character x reader

[ethereal-bumble-bee]

John My Beloved Songfic- Sprace

(Trigger warning for death, illness, and grief. Enjoy some Sprace angst!)

    Race could only watch from his perch on the rooftop as the love of his life dissolved into tears just a few feet before him, and it was then more than ever that he wished he could reach out and say something, anything, to let him know that he was still there, that he didn’t move on and wouldn’t until he knew that it was going to be alright when he left.

    God, Spot, I’m so sorry.

Are we to speak, first day of the week Stumbling words at the bar

    Tears of his own springing to his eyes, Race tried in vain to set a hand on his shaking shoulders, words slipping out of his mouth in a useless attempt to break the deafening silence.

    “Sorry I left you,” he said. “I never wanted to get sick, and I sure as hell didn’t want to die without sayin’ goodbye first, but the world was dead set on takin’ me early, I guess.”

Beauty blue eyes, my order of fries Long Island kindness and wine

    “It hurts like hell to die, y’know. There was all this noise and all these voices, all these people yelling and begging at once, then a flash of light and blinding pain and… nothing.” He took a deep breath. “It was like I’d been thrown off of a cliff and I’d just hit the water, so sudden and so damn painful that if I could, I woulda cried my little heart out. If I could speak to anyone right now, I’d beg for a way back onto that cliff, even if it means I’m teetering over the edge for the rest of my life.” Glancing away, Race added, “It sucks.”

    Spot didn’t answer- of course he didn’t. He was crying still, but the tears had calmed, and it was now Race’s turn to choke up as he continued.   

Beloved of John, I get it all wrong I read you for some kind of poem

   “I have always wondered what my last words were. I don’t remember them- I don’t think I’d even remember my name if not for the way your face crumples when they repeat it. All I really know is that they weren’t enough, that I’ll never get to say to you what I really want to say.“ His voice dropped to a whisper. “God, I’ll miss you.”

Covered in lines, the fossils I find Have they no life of their own?

    “I’ll miss all of them. Jack, Crutchie, Albert- every single person who I won’t see again until they come to join me. I’ll miss you the most, though, I think. You were the only reason I kept goin’ most days.” Race smiled, which seemed so out of place there that he couldn’t keep it on his face, and his expression crumpled.

    “M’sorry, Spottie.” Spot hadn’t moved this entire time, hadn’t said a word, and Race began to fear that he might have lost all resolve to get up. “I know how awful this must be, but I guess it’s different when you’re the one dyin’.” 

So can we pretend sweetly Before the mystery ends? I am a man with a heart that offends With its lonely and greedy demands

    His heart aching now, Race continued to speak, the smallest, most naive part of him hoping that somehow Spot would hear him. “I’m gettin’ weaker lately, like it’s harder to stay where all the livin’ people are the longer I’m dead.” He looked up at the sky. “I’ll be gone soon, wherever souls go when they die.”

    Silence. Spot didn’t move to lift his head or do anything but shudder, a small, helpless sob of grief escaping him. “Why did you have to leave?” He whispered, almost inaudibly, a small child’s cry. “What did you ever do?”

There's only a shadow of me, in a matter of speaking, I'm dead.

     “I dunno,” Race mumbled back, more of an answer to himself than anything else. “Maybe my time was up. Maybe, with the strike, I did all that the universe needed me for, and now it’s time to make room for the next kiddo that’ll change the world.” Pausing, he reached up to swipe some of his own hair out of his face, sighing. “Who knows, maybe I’m comin’ back some time soon.”

Such a waste, your beautiful face Stumbling carpet arise

    “I just don’t understand.” Spot shifted his weight, and Race jumped, startled, as he looked him directly in the eyes. “If it was time for you to go, why are you here?”

    “I…” Race’s voice faltered, and he looked down at his shoes. “I don’t know that either. Did- did you hear everything that I said?”

    “I did.” Spot let out a breath, a sad smile coming to his face. “I’m gonna miss you, too.”

Go follow your gem, your white-feathered friend Icarus, point to the sun If history speaks of two baby teeth I'm painting the hills blue and red They said beware, Lord hear my prayer I've wasted my throes on your head

    His mind was full of questions and thoughts, but Spot couldn’t muster another sentence. He simply stared at the boy before him, wondering if he was dreaming or perhaps even hallucinating, praying that this was real and he really had a chance to say goodbye. “I wasn’t there to see you,” he whispered, “when you was sick. I was too scared that you were dying.”

So can we be friends, sweetly Before the mystery ends?

    Race nodded softly, his eyes swimming in sadness yet his lips turned up into a smile. “Well, you’s seein’ me now, aren’t ya?” When Spot didn’t answer, he glanced away again, wishing there was something he could do. 

I love you more than the world can contain

    “I know why you’re here.” Spot’s voice cracked slightly, but he wasn’t whispering anymore- the streets had gone quiet, leaving only his voice to fill the empty. “You’re saying goodbye.”

In its lonely and ramshackle head There's only a shadow of me, in a matter of speaking I'm dead

    “Yeah.” Another grin, this one slightly more pained than the last. “I’m sorry, Spot, but it’s getting too hard to stay here.” He glanced out at the night sky before them. “There’s somethin’ out there, and it’s callin’ my name.” He turned back to Spot, placing a single, nearly translucent hand over Spot’s. “I’m sure you understand.”

I'm holding my breath My tongue on your chest What can be said of my heart?

    “I do.” Spot inhaled, the cold air of the night stinging in his lungs, his face dry from tears but the ache in his heart refusing to subside. “Just… be careful, okay?” 

If history speaks, the kiss on my cheek Where there remains but a mark

    “I will.” Silence filled the air for one more second, and then Race stepped away with one final smile. “Hey, you be careful too, okay? I don’t wanna deal with ya again any earlier than I have to.”

Beloved my John, so I'll carry on Counting my cards down to one

    “Yeah, sure, idiot,” Spot retorted, his tone of voice the same as when they used to bicker endlessly, before they fell in love, when Race was still alive. 

And when I am dead, come visit my bed My fossil is bright in the sun

    “I need to go.” Race’s eyes flickered, for just one moment, somewhere in the distance, and then he focused back on Spot. “I love you. Don’t forget that.” His voice choked. “I love you, Spot.”

    And then he was gone.

So can we contend, peacefully Before my history ends?

    Spot sat alone, his eyes closed, placing a hand on his heart as the emptiness surrounded him once more. “Bye, Racer,” he muttered into the dark, hearing his voice echo as if his words had never been heard by another soul. “I love you too.”

Jesus, I need you, be near me, come shield me From fossils that fall on my head There's only a shadow of me, in a matter of speaking I'm dead.

#sprace #newsies #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #newsies musical #writing #fanfiction #basically Race got sick and died and visits Spot one last time before he moves on #Grief #illness #I also wrote a prologue to this

[loudmouthdreamwalker]

half of a heartache

does anyone else have a half-broken heart? Like, the half that isn't yours?

How do I mourn a love I didn't share? Where are the poems for the wordless misery of ducking behind the paper towel display to avoid someone you didn't love back?

The aching guilt of wishing that you did, the frustration of being caught in something you didn't want, the anger at how unfair it all is?

Why doesn't anyone warn you how the echo in your head goes on for so long...

"I've been in love with you for the last six months."

and the words "I'm sorry" are poisoned to you for days afterwards, petty and weak and inadequate and useless, and when you see them at work a year later your breathing still goes wrong and your stomach gets tight and everything's closing in and nothing is safe and you hate it hate it because you cared about them, you still do, the memories still make you smile, they didn't do anything wrong, it's you that must be wrong somehow and what if this means you don't deserve being loved back someday because how could you, but you couldn't help it and what do you do

I love you too

Just not

Like

That

I don't know what to do

And sometimes at night under your pillow where your best friend can't talk you down, you try to imagine loving them back and can't, it's all wrong, I'm sorry I'm sorry

And your brother says I talked to him and he's fine and he's over it and you need to stop thinking about it

And you have

Mostly

But sometimes

On a bus

Or waiting in a line

You remember and you hate it and you want to know why...

Maybe someday we'll both be okay

Just not together

Far away

Where I can't hurt you and you won't remember me

And I'll hear a song about the quiet sorrow of being the one who had to break someone else's heart, and I'll be able to smile and go on with my day

Maybe someday

I will be able to let go of your half of a broken heart.

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[livingdreams97]

Emily Dickinson- "The past comes back" (part 4)

Emily Dickinson x fem! reader/oc

Summary: An old friend of Lavinia's returns to Amherst after years out of town and not seeing each other. But what happens when Lavinia's friend turns out to be not only her friend, but two more girls and one of them turns out not to remember her.

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Emily's POV

It's been two weeks since I last met Y/n at Sue and my brother's party. She hasn't been to my house one day and it's always Lavinia who goes to her house to spend time with her.

So she don't have to stop by our house and see me. I tried to go to her house to talk to her, but I don't know where her house is and I don't want to ask Vini or Sue ; because they would ask.

They will want to know why I am asking about her house and what I want to talk to her about. But I don't want to tell you that Y/n disappeared from the party because I admitted not remembering her and because of the argument we had.

Lavinia warned me from the beginning not to tell her, to act as if I knew her and to avoid at all costs admitting my lack of memories with or of her. Even when Sue found out about my memory loss, she suggested that I follow my sister's plan and not tell her the truth.

So if either of them finds out I argued with her and ended up telling her the truth, they'll kill me. I'm not entirely sure if Sue would kill me, but the one I'm sure would kill me is Lavinia.

My sister expressed to me the importance of not telling her, since Y/n held me in such a esteem and told me that when we were children she adored me. That's why I couldn't tell her, because it would hurt her a lot to know that I didn't remember her and that's exactly what ended up happening.

I feel incredibly guilty about it, I am not able to write feeling the anguish in my chest and the continuous emptiness due to a longing that I do not fully understand.

Besides that since my publication in the newspaper and the delivery of all my poems to Samuel, I have not been able to write a single thing. My mind is blank, the words no longer flow and I feel like a dry water well.

So I'm completely attacked, lost even and I don't know what to do to get out of this misfortune. My mother had even taken us to a spa to relax and try to make me feel better. But it hardly had any effect on me. The only good thing about that trip was seeing my friend George again.

Adding to all my problems, I think in a ghostly way I saw as Sue ; my Sue , had sex with Samuel. I don't understand how she could do something like that to me, after everything we've been through together and almost forcing me to have feelings for him.

Betrayed would be saying little for how I feel. My whole world collapses and I can't stop thinking about Sue and Samuel having sex, and the image of the little girl bleeding.

I'm sure that image is a memory, a memory of Y/n and how she got the scar on her eyebrow. But I can't check with anyone first because I don't know where Y/n and I doubt she'll want to talk to me, second because Lavinia asked me more about how the memory came to me, and lastly, I'm not going to ask Sue anything .

Lavinia: Are you okay? - she asks me taking me out of my thoughts and calling my attention.

Emily: Yeah, just that I was thinking and stuff.- i shrugged it off by looking at her. -Where are you going ? - I ask confused to see her ready to leave the house.

Lavinia: Where are we going, you mean?- she answers somewhat confused.

Emily: I don't understand what you mean by we.- I comment and she looks at me like I'm stupid.

Lavinia: It's the baptism of Jane's son.- She reminds me and I pat myself on the forehead.

Emily: I had forgotten.- I whisper, exhaling hard. -But it doesn't matter at all because I'm not going, I don't feel good to go and pretend interest in something as simple as a baptism.- I assure her, getting up from my desk and approaching her.

Lavinia: Okay, we're leaving now and we'll be back later.- She tells me, shrugging her shoulders and I nod in understanding.

Emily: Well, we'll see each other later.- I say goodbye and my sister walks out the door, closing it once outside.

I sigh when I'm alone in my room again and I scan the place with my eyes as if it were the first time. But as I look around the closet, something catches my eye and I focus my gaze on my closet.

I stare at it from top to bottom, trying to find what has caught my attention and finding myself with a slightly raised floorboard. I approach cautiously, kneeling on the floor and touching the protruding part of the board with the fingers of my right hand.

I lift it up a bit and when nothing comes out from under it to attack me I fully lift it up all the way. I set the small board aside and reach into the hole unceremoniously. As soon as I reach in, my fingers brush against something soft yet rough and I immediately know what it is.

I wrap my hand around the papers and, careful not to tear them, pull them out of the hole. I sit back on my heels, laying the cards on my lap and seeing that they are addressed to me. Completely confused, I sit on the floor with my back against the closet and decide to open the first letter.

I take the paper out of the envelope, finding myself with a somewhat irregular and difficult to read handwriting. I inspect the handwriting carefully, realizing that it must be a child's and remembering when I used to write the same way.

But when I see the date on which the letter is dated, I open my eyes completely surprised and decide to read it. The letter is from 13 years ago, it is dated October 25, 1842.

Letter

Dear Emily,

Hello again Emily, I write to you like every week to tell you what I have done and the things I have seen. In addition to telling you how much I miss you and how much I want to go home.

I miss Sue so much , Vini and even Austin. Of course I miss you a lot too, because you are you and you are the most amazing person in the world. But today has been incredible.

Dad had the day off from college and we went to something called the beach. Can you believe it; the beach. Although maybe you don't know what it is and you don't understand what I mean.

I don't know how to explain it very well, but for you I will try and if you don't understand it you can tell me in your next letter so I can ask my father to explain it for me. The beach is a place with a lot of sand, it is similar to the soil but it is pale in color and weighs much less. Sand is thiner and makes a lot less mess than dirt, although it gets everywhere and is very difficult to remove from clothes.

So avoid the sand. Oh, and it has a sea, the beach has a sea and people bathe in it. But not bathing like we do at home with soap, they just get in the water and wave their arms and legs for something called swimming. I'm not sure but father says that the sea water is salty and that it is good for the body. And Dad said he's going to teach Amber , Brandom and me how to swim when he's free.

Can you believe it ? I'm going to learn to swim and go into the sea. Mama says that the sea is part of the ocean and that they are very, very, very big. It also says that there are many animals in the sea and that some are as big as your favorite tree.

But still Cambri or whatever this place is called is not the same as Amherts . You're not here and neither are Sue and Vini . I get bored without you, my brothers don't want to play ladder like we do and they say our games are boring.

Can you believe it? Our games are not boring and they are dumb.

I miss swinging from the rope in my garden, we don't have a rope here and father said to try to get one. But it won't be the same because you won't be there to push me.

Did you finally do it ? Did you move your table in front of the window like I had it ? Isn't it much more fun to do homework looking out the window ?

I look forward to receiving your responses and I look forward to hearing from you about your adventures of the week.

With lots of love,

Y/n Harvard

End of the letter

Emily: Oh my god.- I mutter, surprised, covering my mouth at the end of the first letter.

This is real, she really was my friend and by the way she wrote to me at only 10 years old makes it clear to me that she really cared about me. I don't understand why the cards where hidden, but right now I'm glad they were saved and that I was able to find them.

Who knows, maybe my mother or even myself would have thrown the cards away as if they weren't important and I wouldn't have physical proof that Y/n and I were really friends.

I watch as a drop falls to the paper, surprising me and making me frown in confusion . I bring a hand to my face and my fingers meet my wet cheeks. I'm surprised, since I don't know when I started to cry and I don't understand how I didn't realize it before.

I wipe away my tears, looking up and meeting my desk directly. I smiled helplessly, reminding  myself at 12 years old moving the table towards the window and now I understand why I did it.

I return my gaze to the letters and begin to read them one by one. Looking at the date before, so I can read them in chronological order and avoid getting confused about what they say. As I read the sixth letter with an amused smile, someone knocks on my door and I immediately stop reading.

Emily: Who is it? - I ask and the door opens revealing Maggie 's head.

Maggie : You'd be interested to know that the newspaper man just got out of his carriage.- She tells me and I open my eyes completely surprised.

Emily: Really?- I ask hopefully, getting up from the floor and leaving the letters on my desk.

Maggie : Yes.- She answers me in the affirmative.

Emily: Good, because I'm going to demand my poems back from him and he won't leave without giving them back to me.- I assure her and quickly go down to the first floor with her behind me .

Maggie : I think it's very good, miss.- She supports me with a smile.

As soon as I'm done going downstairs, I hear someone knocking on the door and I walk towards it to open it. As soon as I open it I find a smiling Samuel, who doesn't wait for me to invite him and goes straight into the house.

Samuel: The house seems calm.- He comments and I look at Maggie for a few seconds.

Maggie : If the family has gone out to a baptism.- She tells him and I close the door. -It's a quiet Sunday and my day off.- she tells him and I walk two steps away from the door.

Samuel: I don't even rest on Sundays, the news doesn't rest and therefore neither do I. - He answers with a superior smile, taking off his hat and cleaning it with his hand.

Someone knocks on the door again, but this time Maggie walks towards it and opens it while I decide to ask her the reason for her presence in my house.

Emily: What are you doing here ? - I ask about his sudden presence in my house.

Samuel: I'm leaving and I've come to say goodbye to the family.- He replies by leaving his hat on the chair at the entrance. -Anyway, I'm starving.- he says and I look at him confused. -Do you have something I can eat ? - asks the redhead next to me.

Maggie : There will be plums in the kitchen.- She answers him directly, closing the door of the house and he looks at her strangely.

Samuel: You don't have roast beef ? - he asks and I see the disgusted gesture that my maid makes.

Maggie : I'll go see.- she replies without much encouragement. -I think you already know where Miss Lavinia's room is, right?- I hear someone say and I turn to meet the person I wanted to see.

Y/n: Yes, don't worry Maggie .- she assure her with a small smile. -I'll leave the shawl in her room and I'm leaving.- she comments and looks up, meeting mine .

Emily: Y/n.- I whisper without taking my eyes off her.

Y/n: Excuse the intrusion.- she says and walks by my side starting to go up the stairs.

Emily: Prevent her from leaving at all costs.- I whisper to my maid and she nods.

Maggie : If you'll excuse me, I'll go see what I can bring this man to eat.- She apologizes and walks towards the kitchen with the laundry basket in her arms.

Once I am alone with Samuel, I ask him to speak in the living room so that I can retrieve my poems. I plan to avoid looking at it, so that I can't be convinced and keep my poems. He is evil and with his way of looking and talking he deceives everyone.

Y/n's POV

I leave the shawl that Lavinia forgot in my house yesterday on her bed, seeing at least four cats in the room and one of them looks at me badly. I decide to leave the room as soon as possible, to prevent that cat from getting upset and ending up attacking me.

I walk downstairs, careful not to fall and find Maggie pressed against the wall next to the living room. I finish down the stairs and approach her quietly.

Y/n: What are you doing?- I ask in a whisper, leaning forward.

Maggie : Oh for the Lord.- she murmurs with her hand on her chest. -Don't do that.- she claims and I look at her amused.

Y/n: Wait, are you listening to the conversation between Emily and the stuffy guy?- I ask with an evil smile.

Maggie : What? No, of course not.- She denies and when Emily screams she snaps at me, sticking to the wall again.

Y/n: What are they talking about?- I ask interested and placing myself under her in the same position.

Maggie : The stiff is a newspaper publisher, he's the one who published Emily's poem a week ago and she ended up giving him all her poems.- she tells me and I open my eyes in surprise.- But now Miss Emily wants the poems back , but it seems that the gentleman does not want to return them.- He explains to me and I narrow my eyes annoyed.

Emily: Mr. Bowles, do you still have my poems?- I listen as he asks the stiff guy.

Bowles : Of course, I carry them in my bag so I can read them on the train.- he replies and I look at Maggie with open eyes.

I look down, spotting a brown leather satchel on the floor, and look over to the maid for confirmation. When she nods, confirming that the bag on the floor belongs to that guy, I open it quickly, trying to be as quiet as possible, and search inside for Emily's poems.

I find a handful of papers of different sizes and show them to Maggie confirming that they are poems. She smiles back at me and I close the bag back up and we both back away from the wall as the discussion becomes clearer.

Hearing hurried footsteps, Maggie and I run to hide behind the stairs. We see Emily grab the bag off the floor, but Bowles grabs the bag too and starts a tug of war for her.

We watch the little fight in surprise, seeing how the man grabs his hat and runs out of the house with Emily behind him . We leave our hiding place walking calmly towards the entrance, seeing from the door an Emily in the middle of the road and how Mr. Bowles ' cart moves away.

Y/n: Do we tell her now or do we let her bask in her sorrow a little more ? - I ask the maid.

Maggie : Let's leave her a little longer, I'm sure this will inspire her and get something positive out of it.- She answers me and I nod without taking my eyes off the one who was my friend.

We stare at her for a while longer, seeing how she hugs herself and stares at the road where the carriage has disappeared. When I think enough is enough, I whistle to get her attention and when I get it, I gesture for her to come back into the house.

Maggie and I walk back into the house, but she just gives me an encouraging look and disappears into the kitchen. I walk to the living room and decide to wait sitting on the sofa. I hide the poems behind my back and look at the decorations in the room.

Emily: I hate my life.- she growls falling into the seat on my left.

Y/n: I don't think your life is that bad.- I assure her with an amused smile.

Emily: Says the university student whose parents accept and allow her to attend conferences.- She says sarcastically and I look at her raising an eyebrow.

Y/n: And what does that have to do with anything?- I ask confused by her comment.

Emily: Once, only once have I been able to go to a conference and it was because Sue and I dressed up as men.- She tells me and I can't help but laugh at the image that comes to mind.

Y/n: With hat, cane and everything?- I ask somewhat amused and she looks at me with narrowed eyes. -I'll take it as a yes.- I comment, unable to help but laugh.

Emily: I don't want to sound rude or anything like that.- She says, straightening her posture in the chair. -But why are you talking to me? The last time; you said that it was better that we keep our distances.- she asks me and I sigh remembering that night.

I don't think I've ever cried as much in my life as I did that night two weeks ago. Knowing that the person you appreciate the most and with whom you were in love at some point does not remember you is hard. Especially when you have practically grown up with her and you imagined anything for her silence except the lack of memory.

Knowing that Emily didn't even remember me has been hard, especially when the vast majority of my happiest memories were with or around her. And it could be said that her lack of memories has hurt me more than any possible rejection.

Emily: I mean, it's not that I'm not happy that you're talking to me and we're not arguing, but I don't understand.- She speaks quickly and I look at her sad.

Y/n: Somehow I still believe that the best thing is that we have as little relationship as possible.- I say a little sad. -It would be absurd to make you go through a bad time, trying to force you to remember something that for some reason your mind has erased and only for the two weeks that I have left here.- I explain and I see how she shakes her head.

Emily: But it doesn't have to be just two weeks.- She assures me with a gleam of hope in her beautiful brown eyes.

Y/n: I'm leaving in two weeks.- I remind her obviously. -Besides, somehow knowing the truth has liberated me in some way and I no longer feel the guilt I used to have before the thousands of possibilities for your lack of response.- I tell her with a small smile and she makes a face.

Emily: What if we keep in touch this time?- she asks me with hope, looking like an excited puppy and making herself be seen as the cutest thing in the world.

Y/n: We tried it once and it didn't work.- I remember her somewhat sad. -I haven't called you for that anyway.- I explain to leave this conversation behind.

Emily: And may I know why you whistled at me then?- curiously questions and i can see some amusement in her eyes.

Y/n: For this.- I respond by moving my hand behind my back and showing her the handful of his poems.

Emily: No.- she denies completely surprised.

Y/n: Yes.- I confirm looking at the poems in my hand and then at her.

Emily: But how ? What... ?- she asks still in shock.

Y/n: Going down the stairs I found Maggie gossiping and she made me curious.- I begin to explain. -She told me a little about your poems and while you were arguing I stole them from his wallet.- I reply, shrugging my shoulders without giving it much importance.

Emily: You are the best!- She screams excitedly and suddenly jumps on me throwing us to the ground.

Y/n: Ouch .- I growl when my back hits the ground hard.

Emily: You are the best, you are the best, you are the best.- repeats hugging me by the neck; although rather it is suffocating me.

Y/n: Yes, but I need to breathe.- I tell her and she loosens the grip of her arms around my neck.

I simply laying still, holding her poems in one hand and not really knowing where to place the other. After a few moments Emily separates a little from me and her face is inches from mine.

Emily: I remember this.- she whispers in a calm voice, moving one of her arms to delicately touch the scar on my eyebrow. -During the discussion I noticed your scar and when I was alone it was as if an image flooded my mind.- she tells me and I observe how her eyes move all over my face.

Y/n: Em.- I call her but she tells me to shut up.

Emily: Please, let me try to remember you and have you in my life again.- She begs me with some pain in her eyes.

Y/n: I don't know if I can go through it again Em.- I admit with pain and I watch how her eyes travel all over my face again.

Emily: Please.- She asks me in just a whisper, bringing her face closer to mine if possible and making our breaths mix.

I am only capable of swallowing nervously, not fully understanding what is happening and somewhat stunned by her proximity. From one moment to another I feel her lips on mine and I open my eyes completely surprised.

I'm in shock, the girl I had a crush on for a while is all over me and she's kissing me. Well maybe I'll never stop being in love with her, but that's not the case right now. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson is kissing me, I never thought this day would come and less because of the type of society we live in.

So I decide to take a risk and enjoy the moment. I start to move my lips against hers, kissing her back, and move my free hand to rest on the back of her waist.

Emily: The summer of '42.- she whispers suddenly separating from my lips and I open my eyes dazed by the kiss.

Y/n:What? - I ask trying to understand what she means.

Emily: The summer of '42, I fell off the couch playing with Austin and Lavinia and hit my head.- she tells me with her eyes wide open. -I was unconscious for a day and a half, and then it took me a while to identify people for a week.- she remembers, impressed, and now it's me who opens her eyes in surprise.

Y/n: And why did Vini never tell me anything about that?- I ask confused not understanding anything.

Emily: You're talking about Vini , she loves to call and be the center of attention.- She reminds me of a bit of fun.

Y/n: Of course.- I roll my eyes laughing and watch her while she laughs too. –And why mention the fall now? - I ask calling her attention.

Emily: Because I didn't remember it until now.- She answers me with a small grimace. -They have been like flashes, in which my brothers, my parents, Sue and you appeared.- she whispers with a small smile.

Y/n: Wait, are you saying what I think you're saying?- I ask trying to suppress the smile of happiness that wants to escape me.

Emily: What? That I remember you and that this is not the first kiss we give each other?- she asks me raising an eyebrow and looking at me with some suggestion in her eyes.

Y/n: I don't know what you're talking about.- I deny, pretending not to know what kiss she's talking about and feeling my heart beat happily because she reminds me.

Emily: This will make you remember.- she whispers and leans back, bringing our lips together again.

We keep kissing for a while, until we decide it's too risky and that anyone can see us on the floor of her living room. So we end up going to my house, where she decides to spend the night and we create new memories together.

We spent the next two weeks glued to each other and listening to Vini 's complaints about ignoring or leaving her out. The worst thing was saying goodbye, because I didn't know if I'd be back soon or if I'd be back at all.

But as soon as we got back to our house in Cambridge, Father told me and Mother that from Friday to Sunday we would be residing at Amherts . Apparently that was the reason for the trip and so we had to take care of fixing some things in the house.

So that it can be habited again by us. The best part of my father's surprise was when we returned to Amherts that same Friday and I knocked on the Dickinsons ' door to surprise both Emily and Vini .

I even managed to convince my father so that one week a month I would stay alone in the house, with a maid to "take care of me" but alone in the end. Those days were the best of the month, since my friends spent the day with me and Emily stayed the night.

Nights in which we made up for all the lost time and connected as only we did. Emily has been the person I loved, love and will love the most in the whole world and with total security she corresponds to me.

(In this story after Sue slept with Samuel, Emily didn't sleep with her and after the memory kiss Emily and Y/n became a secret couple.)

THE END

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[jujurose222]

"Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze. Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet. Age: five thousand three hundred days. Profession: none, or "starlet."

Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze? Why are you hiding, darling? (I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze, I cannot get out, said the starling).

Where are you riding, Dolores Haze? What make is the magic carpet? Is a Cream Cougar the present craze? And where are you parked, my car pet?

Who is your hero, Dolores Haze? Still one of those blue-caped star-men? Oh the balmy days and the palmy bays, And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen!

Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts! Are you still dancin', darlin'? (Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts, And I, in my corner, snarlin').

Happy, happy is gnarled McFate Touring the States with a child wife, Plowing his Molly in every State Among the protected wild life.

My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair, And never closed when I kissed her. Know an old perfume called Soleil Vert? Are you from Paris, mister?

L'autre soir un air froid d'opéra m'alita; Son félé -- bien fol est qui s'y fie! Il neige, le décor s'écroule, Lolita! Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie?

Dying, dying, Lolita Haze, Of hate and remorse, I'm dying. And again my hairy fist I raise, And again I hear you crying.

Officer, officer, there they go— In the rain, where that lighted store is! And her socks are white, and I love her so, And her name is Haze, Dolores.

Officer, officer, there they are— Dolores Haze and her lover! Whip out your gun and follow that car. Now tumble out, and take cover.

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze. Her dream-gray gaze never flinches. Ninety pounds is all she weighs With a height of sixty inches.

My car is limping, Dolores Haze, And the last long lap is the hardest, And I shall be dumped where the weed decays, And the rest is rust and stardust."

Humbert Humbert

Vladimir Nabokov

(I love this book no matter what anyone says to me, I am sorry if it upsets people, but I truly admire this poem deeply.)

[aroace-thoughts]

(They/She)

Hello hello! I don't know where to go since finding out about this label &..... Questioning. Hard..... I am on the asexual spectrum & in a polyam relationship. But ever since finding this label (AroAce) & going through others experiences & even a thing with like, 41 questions to ask yourself?? I.... Check off a lot of the AroAce stuff & feel so sad. :( I told my NP partner that I might be & we both cried cuz we're both scared of what this means/could mean. I'm still trying to figure it out. I am scared as I don't want to feel alone or grow old alone. My NP is the only person I have thought about marrying & I love the idea of romance & romantic gestures! Yet I also see it as stuff you can do with a friend. Like picnics, poems, songs, cuddling etc. I haven't really ever had a crush, but more a confused set of feelings of wanting to be closer but without the romance. Yet I grew up in and out of relationships because I wanted to be close, they had a crush on me and everyone around me said that I must have a crush on them because I'm so "flirty". I never know when people are flirting with me & I don't flirt. I joke or give genuine compliments. I just don't understand & don't want to hurt my two girlfriends. :( I care for them & love them, but I am not sure if it was ever romantically or just a "Hey you're supposed to marry your best friend & do stuff with em forever". Am I making sense? I am so sorry. I keep crying about this. I don't want to hurt anyone but I also don't want to be alone. I also think I love my NP like the way people say they love their spouses but I don't know because it's just a really strong feeling of wanting my best friend around me forever. She means everything to me & I love having her in my life. I wanna have my hand held, I wanna be kissed on my hands and face. I wanna be cuddled but I also wanna have my own bedroom, yet share a house with someone. If it doesn't happen I'll be fine. I.... I don't know how to explain it all. I wanna experience romance but how does one do that when all they ever felt was confusion, longing & a strong (platonic?) feeling for certain friends? I'm sorry for rambling. Thank you for listening. If you have any questions I'll answer them under the same name

- Confused Bambi

Hello, Bambi!

Firstly, wow that is a lot to deal with, it must be very difficult to go through. Please don’t apologise for feeling the way you’re feeling. I’m offering you lots of hugs if you need them and am happy to be a listening ear.

Often, even just writing all these thoughts and fears and emotions out can be a huge help in clearing your head. Taking deep breaths, going on a calm walk, giving your feelings the space they need, having a conversation and getting things off your chest is often the first step in figuring out what you need and what you may need to change to be happy, so you’re doing a great job already.

My main thing I want to say to you is being aroace doesn’t have to be a bad or sad thing. If you don’t want to be alone, you don’t have to be alone. If you want your own bedroom and also want your NP to be in your life and hold her hand and live with her, that’s something you can do. You and your partners are the only ones who can decide how you want your relationship to look like. (Whether romantic, or platonic, or queerplatonic, or anything else.) That can sound very scary, especially if you’re confused and unsure, but can also be a great thing and give you freedom!

You and your girlfriends clearly care a lot about each other, and from what it sounds like you have a lot of trust and communication in your relationship where you feel safe and comfortable talking to your NP about this. That’s really good and really beautiful, and not something to take for granted.

Many aro and ace people are in happy relationships that look exactly like they and their partner(s) want them to look like. There are as many relationship types in this world as there are people in relationships, all are unique to the people in them.

Also, I hope you know you don’t always need a word or a label if it’s causing you stress or fear. A lot of these words can seem very big and final and overwhelming… The word “romance” for example doesn’t have to have a big meaning if that doesn’t serve you. Take lots of time, and continue communicating and listening, and you’ll be fine.

There are no rules in life except for your happiness and wellbeing.

#ask #anon #bambi anon 🦌

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

H-Hello! If the matchup are still open, can I ask for one..?

• Fandom(s): Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Legend of Zelda

• Name (optional): Yume

• Pronouns: She/Her

• Sexuality: Hetero

• Zodiac/MBTI: Aries/INFJ

• Appearance: dark brown hair that reach mid/lowerback, dark brown eyes, I'm 5'4" I think (165cm), and has a big chest (and I hate it!)

• Personality: I'm a shy and introverted person, that doesn't talk if not asked to, both due to shyness and also because I fear disturbing/saying something wrong. I keep to myself alot, but I like helping others. I can get aggressive if anyone attacks my friends or loved ones, as I'm loyal to a fault, defending my friends and loved ones no matter what. I'm usually very calm and patient, reeeeeally patient. And it means I take alot of time to actually snap and act rude, as I just add more salt to my injuries until I can't take anymore and vomit all on the person who made me snap. I also can be quite the opposite, and be as cold as ice with my words when deeply hurt.  Other says I'm kind and caring, I'm also very anxious person.. (I could write more but I don't want to bother you.....)

• Likes and Dislikes: I like stars, the sea, books (any really), flowers, astrology and astronomy, crystals and gems (or shiny things in general, help....), arts, music (as a really young child I really wanted to be a singer), voice acting/dubbing (this one especially, as I dreamed to be one, before my dreams were crushed by my own father and aunt who believed it's not a worthy work...), daydream, writing, playing videogames, helping others, dragons, listening to others, and, of course, animals (I have a cat, and cats in general tend to like me alot, can't have a dog even if I wanted one due to my father's fear of dogs). Also the colors: green, blue and orange. • I dislike insects (I have a phobia..) not all though as I like butterflies, bee and bumblebees, bullies, loud sounds (especially screams or thunders), being alone, my anxiety, calling with the phone (I get anxious...), betrayals, feeling useless, some vegetables, not being able to talk with my friends, my sensitive self who cries with anything, hurting others.

• Hobbies: singing, analyzing friends to assign them with characters, writing, fandubbing, watching tv, playing videogames, reading, drawing (not good at it sadly.), analyzing characters to understsnd them better.

• Any extra information: When I'm very happy I tend to sing some words while talking, offline I tend to talk rubbish when trying even with friends... while online I can write without problems.

Sorry I bothered you, thank you for this. Sorry for the length of it and mistakes, english is not my first language.

Hi Yume! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. No need to worry about the length; I've had requests that are way longer. And your English is very good! I hope you like your matchups!

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Kazuha’s a very quiet person himself so there’s no need to worry about one person dominating the conversation in your relationship. He’ll always listen to you attentively when you talk and will value your opinions.

Enjoys stargazing with you. He’s seen the sky from a lot of different places and he can tell you a lot about the different constellations.

Please sing with him. Kazuha’s got a nice voice and will hum or harmonise with you. Even if he doesn’t know the song, he’ll tap his foot or dance around with you.

You and Kazuha have an ongoing stream of writing bouncing back and forth between the two of you. One of you will write a poem or love letter and the other will respond in kind.

Kazuha enjoys spending quality time with you and he would especially love it if you read to him while the two of you are relaxing. He finds your voice captivating and enjoys listening to stories unfold with you.

Bonus matchup: platonically, you would get along really well with Mona! You share a lot of interests and your personalities would mix well.

In Honkai Star Rail, I match you with...

Caelus is your video game partner. He enjoys playing games and is pretty good at them. He’s also happy to watch if the game you’re playing is single player. He’ll make suggestions and provide commentary.

Will get rid of bugs for you. He doesn’t hate bugs but he’s also not a huge fan of them so it’s a win-win if he gets rid of them.

Enjoys listening to you talk about your interests. He thinks you’re interesting and will always encourage you to say what’s on your mind. No need to worry about saying something wrong; Caelus is very laid back.

I think Caelus would like to join you in dubbing different videos. He may not be super talkative but he likes doing different voices for different characters. It’s fun goofing off with him.

Thinks it’s really cute how you sing some words when you’re happy. It’s a goal of his to hear that at least every few days and he’ll do what he can to make that happen.

In Legend of Zelda, I match you with...

Quiet buddies. You and Link probably won’t say a lot when you’re hanging out with friends but you’re more talkative in private. I see Link as someone who only talks around people he’s very comfortable around.

Loves listening to you sing. He won’t join in but will back you up with whatever instrument he has on hand.

Whenever he’s travelling and comes across a book he knows you don’t have, he’ll bring it back for you. He might ask you to read it to him as well. He’s carried that book with him for a while, he’s interested in finding out what it’s about.

No need to worry about loud noises with Link around. He’s avoiding them as much as possible as well. If loud noises are unavoidable, like in a town square, he’ll hold your hand for the mutual support.

Another one who enjoys stargazing with you. He finds it relaxing and a good way to clear his mind. Plus, he gets to spend time with the person he cares about most and you’re both enjoying your time.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #genshin impact #kazuha kaedehara #honkai star rail #caelus #legend of zelda #link

[bloodykora]

POV: I Already Know Part 3

Happy Birthday V! I finally decided to post this and I am so sorry, I might be able to squeeze in a poem about V before I go to bed. Part 2 Umm angst but not heart breaking just sad. :) I'm sorry. Summary: You finally break the news to V that you know

He started cracking, becoming more and more physically weak yet his determination stayed strong. He noticed how Griffon treated you since he got hurt, the glances when a decision was to be made. There was even more attention to how you started acting around V, the team even picked up on it. Although they had no clue whether you wanted to kill or fuck him and they wanted to find out, so that's why you're here. Now locked in the van with V, Griffon out to make sure the area stays clear of demons. We love bonding time. 

"Maybe we could climb through a window?" You say peering around the parked vehicle for some way of escaping. "I doubt there is one and even if we made it out, who says they won't put us back in?" The gorgeously tattooed man states taking a seat on the couch. You let out a sigh and sit down in the passenger seat of the car. The atmosphere settled to an awkward and quiet tone. "Did I do something to perhaps upset or disturb you?" Your head raises and you lean to the side glancing back into the van. "No, why?" You say as you turn back to look out the front window. "It seems like you have been distant and uncomfortable in my presence. I was just wondering if I did anything to cause it." He says softly, the essence of sadness in his words. "What no, you didn't-" You start to say while getting up before freezing. 'That's a lie, he is the problem but not in that way.' You sigh before your shoulders slump down, you turn around and make your way to him. 

"V, it's a lot more complicated than you think." You simply state. "Yet, you tell Griffon of your concerns and worries." V says, clearly disappointed that you told the bird a secret of yours and not him. "It's not some cute little secret, it's not a love confession or that I plan on moving somewhere. I have to live and deal with it, not you or Griffon. The only reason I told him was because he wouldn't shut up." You reply back. "Does anyone else know? Nico or Nero? Maybe even Dante?" He snarls, jealousy coursing through his veins. "No, V!" "Then what is it!" 

"I know you're dying!" You scream out, anger and frustration blossoming in your chest. V's face drops into astonishment. "Happy? I know you're dying and I know the only way to help you is bring you to Urizen where you can reunite with him." You say, eyes filled with a deep pain. V's astonishment is now replaced with fear. "How the hell do you know that?" "I know everything V, and not cause Griffon told me. You wanna know why I'm so distant? It's the 7th, that means I have 8ish days left to figure out if I either want to kill you or help you. I still have no clue what to do, I thought maybe this time I wouldn't fall for you the way I did. Surprise, I ended up falling even harder because of what I know. I feel no hate or malice coming from you, just a soul who needs to be brought back to his other part. I want to just scoop you up right now and tell you everything will be okay but I know that's not gonna help either one of us." V sat there in silence listening to you, anxiety filling his mind. 

"I want to save you so bad, I hate how Vergil looks at me. Like I'm a puppy he accidentally stepped on, his eyes are so cold yet that lingering pity. I want you to stay so bad but I don't know what would happen if I did. Would you keep slowly dying? What would happen to Dante and Nero? Everything hurts V, and I don't know how to fix it." "You know everything?" He asks softly, sympathy filling his voice.  "Yes, I know who you are and I know that Nightmare, Shadow and Griffon are all manifestations of Vergil's old nightmares. I don't just know that though. I know you prefer vanilla over chocolate, I know that you have a mole under your left shoulder blade, that your tattoos trickle a bit down your hips. William Blake is your favourite because of the older gentleman that gave Vergil that book, I am very fully aware that you have all his trauma and have nightmares about it." His eyes widen at your words, not fully expecting the weight of what you knew. "You knew this yet never told anyone?" "No, it's not mine to tell. I wanted to, I wanted to talk to you about how I could help or ask Nero if he had advice. I knew though that I couldn't and shouldn't." V sat there, not knowing what to say. You slump in your seat, bringing your knees to your chest. Mumbling to yourself about how you had just screwed up.

#v dmc 5 #v x reader #dmc v x reader #v vitale #v vitale x reader #devil may cry 5 #bb im so sorry

[secondgenerationnerd]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This

I’d say I’m sorry…but that’d be a lie

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When the Justice League has a party, they party. The younger heroes had convinced them to do an early Valentine's party, with live music. They agreed, letting it be more of an open mike...until Lian talked them into giving her band, KML, a longer slot. Swore up and down it would be worth it.

Lian might bullshit many things, but her music is not one of them. The moment she steps onto a stage, her personality shifts. She commands the audience with each chord. Her raspy voice drops low before she belts out jaw-dropping notes. Her bandmates, Mags and Kat, feed off the energy of their singer and crowd. Kat's fingers fly over the keyboard, harmonizing with Lian, curls bouncing around her. The lights make her dark skin glow, piercings flashing as she dances in place. In comparison, her girlfriend, Mags, is the rock of their group. The makeshift stage shakes with each beat of her drumming. Her silver hair glows like Kat's piercings. Together, the three girls are unstoppable.

"Damn," Roy looks at Dick with a grin, "I've got a cool kid."

"Remember when she was scared to sing in front of us?" The former boy wonder asks, snorting into his cup.

"Now look at her. My little badass."

“For our last song of the night, we’re doing something a little different.” Lian’s dark eyes take in the crowd, “With Valentine’s day right around the corner, we thought the world needed a reminder of what love is. I could recite a poem about patience and kindness, but that's only half of love."

A chorus of murmurs fills the room.

"Love hurts. When you have it, when you don't, when it leaves. It's messy and complicated and, honestly, it fucking sucks sometimes." She searches the crowd, looking for someone. But she doesn't stop when she sees her father. "Love makes good people do bad things, bad people do good. I should know better than anyone."

Her voice wavers, but she continues on, "I have so many people who love me and who I love. Like the best fucking dad here. Sorry, not sorry everyone, I have the mircophone so I'm right."

That gets a laugh. Roy smiles to himself. He's done pretty well with her if he does say so. With a subtle nod to her bandmates, Lian takes a deep breath, "This is for the people we love who can't be here...this is for my mom."

Absolute silence falls over the room. It's not like everyone here doesn't know who her mother is...but it's definitely the first Lian's said something like, well, like that.

As the first notes of the song begin, Mags and Kat harmonizing the vocals, Lian takes a deep breath. Another. A third, then--

I tell myself you don't mean a thing

And what we got, got no hold on me

But when you're not there, I just crumble

I tell myself I don't care that much

But I feel like I die 'til I feel your touch

A young Lian flashes through Roy's head. Shrieks of joy, padded feet running to the door, a go bag dropped. MOMMY'S HOME! Jade hugging her so tightly, Roy thought it would leave bruises.

Only love, only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Must've been a deadly kiss

Only love can hurt like this

Say I wouldn't care if you walked away

But every time you're there, I'm beggin' you to stay

Her voice breaks, just for a second, but it's gone the next second. A lump forms in Roy's throat. He swears he can hear her sobs, young voice asking why Mommy keeps leaving. Did she do something to make Mommy go?

And when you come close (when you come close), I just tremble

And every time, every time you go

It's like a knife that cuts right to my soul

How old was she when the tears became anger? When did the shrieks of joy become skeptisim?

Only love, only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Must've been a deadly kiss

Only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Your kisses burn into my skin

Jade always put Lian to bed when she was home. Roy would find them curled up together, Lian fast asleep, Jade taking their daughter in.

Only love can hurt like this

But it's the sweetest pain

Burnin' hot through my veins

Love is torture, makes me more sure

The pause is deafening. Lian's eyes had closed, losing herself in the music like she so often does.

Only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Each time the words leave her lips, the more they sound like a battle cry. Lian loves her mother, Roy knows she does...but she loves like her too. A deep, consuming love that was hard to earn.

Must've been a deadly kiss

Only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Your kisses burn into my skin

Only love can hurt like this

(Only love can hurt like this)

Only love can hurt like this

(Only love can hurt) save me, save me

Tears blur Roy's eyes. Remembering Jade's screams, her tears, her collapsing to the ground, when he had to tell her...when they had to... His breath shakes. A familiar hand slides into his.

Only love, only love

'Cause only love can hurt like this

And it must've been a deadly kiss

The lights cut out as the final notes fade. Just in time too. The second she’s off stage, Lian’s legs give out. The tightness in her chest too much. But Mags and Kat are right there. They catch her and hug her. Hot tears roll down her face.

“You did it, chica.” Kat murmurs, squeezing her tighter. "We knew you could."

"Never doubted you for a second," Mags agrees with her girlfriend. "You good, Red?"

Swallowing hard, Lian nods, "Just...just wiped. You two were fire."

Kat squeezes her shoulders, "Helps when you whip the crowd up."

"She's always had that ability." Roy's soft voice relaxes Lian. Her dad will make things better, he always does. When she turns to face him, her whole body freezes. She knows the tall woman standing with her father. Knows those dark eyes, exactly like her own, and the dark curls beneath that ratty baseball cap. So you match me and Daddy when you're gone.

"Mom?"

Holding a lotus in her hand, Jade offers her daughter a soft smile, "Hi, Baby Doll...I was going to call, but wanted to surprise--"

The assassin doesn't get to finish. In a fast, Lian's arms are around her mother. Face buried in her neck as she cries. Jade hugs her back just as tight, lowering them to the ground.

"I know, Baby Doll, I know." Rough hands smooth Lian's hair. "I love you too."

Lian feels her father's arms wrap around them, squishing her between her parents. Maybe she's emotionally drained after the show. Maybe the last song was too much. Maybe she's still that little girl who missed her mom so much, it hurt to breathe. Lian's not sure. She doesn't really care.

She just lets her parents hold her. Who knows how long it will last?

#lian harper #jade nguyen #roy harper #chesire #arsenal #jade x roy

[atlanticsea]

heya! I don't know if you've done this but would you explain the two results for ghost/haunted house (specifically haunted house) a bit more? I love your quizzes so much they give me so much to think about thank you for making them!! I've been having major brainrot over SPK

Hi omg I'd LOVE to I love that quiz.

So the base inspiration for that quiz is this poem I wrote (sorry for linking to my insta 😭) and my favourite character dynamic that I call "bound to disappear, bound to remember" aka character A is bound to be forgotten in some way while character B is bound to be the only person to remember them. Character A usually exits the narrative while character B devotes their life to keeping them in it. For examples of media where this happens, think Baricco's Novecento, Merlin BBC, Doctor Who, and to a certain extent Fleabag, The Bear, Russian Doll... Basically I really like characters who haunt the narrative and have it shaped around them despite no longer being there, and I really like sad lonely immortals. To this day Merlin BBC is my favourite TV show despite having watched endlessly better stuff just because of the ending. Free me from this hell. Anyways.

Now for the broader haunted house/ghost dynamic itself. On a literal level, I wanted to twist it on its head a bit and instead of thinking of haunted houses as houses that get inhabited by ghosts and thus become haunted, I wanted to consider them as haunted houses that exist as such regardless and create ghosts (= hold on to people) to exist properly. I thought it would be interesting to have houses without their own physicality, while ghosts do have a physicality and are losing it due to the houses holding onto them. It hurts the ghosts to be held back like this, because it dilutes them: if they lose all they are to haunted houses, they don't have anything anymore.

Metaphorically speaking, the haunted house is bound to remember while the ghost is bound to disappear. Haunted Houses live in the past and project their favourite memories on the wall while Ghosts do not get to exist in the present and are held back in the past by people's perception of them. Haunted Houses stay, Ghosts leave -- or, sometimes, Haunted Houses leave and take the Ghosts with them.

I will say that this quiz is a lot less balanced than SPK in that Haunted Houses are kind of explicitly built to hurt Ghosts - not on purpose, but as a consequence. This is why I stressed that this specific one should NOT be taken as a personality quiz 😭 Sorry to anyone I called a miserable wreck that took it personally, that was directed to Merlin of Merlin BBC fame who has been trapped in grief for over a thousand years 🙏 You can however relate to it in a non-damaging way haha I just built the quiz around characters in very specific dramatic situations, I personally think I'm more of a haunted house, and what that means for me is that I have lived in many places and left many people and sometimes get vertigo thinking about all of them, wondering how many remember me, wondering who they are now, wondering if they know the only living version of them in my head is from ten years ago. They're ghosts I more or less created for myself! Also you know. I have PTSD and am quite literally haunted by visions and horrors. That type of stuff. I think Ghost can be quite a relatable archetype too though, with the idea of not being in control of one's life/the way one is perceived, the idea of a true self being diluted in the perception fo others, etc. Lots of things to vibe with.

Hope this made sense!! This one is a bit harder to explain than SPK because it's not built around certain values or anything it's literally just me thinking of a concept I like and running with it, but I hope my explanation + the poem I wrote first can give you more context!!

#answered #anonymous #g/hh

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

tw: cocsa, csa, death mention just a vent. i've been thinking recently about how my family would react if they found out i grew up being SA'd by my cousin. i just can't open up about it to anyone knowing how it would destroy the family and I have no evidence. My grandma is in her mid 70's, and she cherishes my cousin a lot. Or so I think. I sometimes think how it would be for her to die peacefully without knowing such horrible things happened b/w her 2 grandkids. Sometime in my life, I definitely plan on telling this to my mom who also is fond of my cousin. It scares me but at the same time brings me reassurance that one point all the people who care about me will never know what happened in my life for me to grow up with so many issues and live w so much trauma. They'll just die and there will be no one to know of it. I don't know how much sense this makes, but I'm just scared of what happens once it gets out. It hurts while it's there within you, it will hurt even more once it's out in society knowing the culture over SA. I don't know, it's the fear of the fact that I just might tear my family apart in a sense that if my cousin is ever exposed and say really held accountable, it might draw a rift between my parents & my aunt and uncle. At the same time I wonder if they'll take me seriously since a lot of relatives view my cousin as the pride of the family. So that way it can again cause a rift because I'd become a scapegoat and 'reputation ruiner' as i like to call it, when I know what happened was real. I just feel really trapped and there's no way out. Someday the past will catch up and I'm really afraid it will all just crumble. Everything in my life and the life of my loved ones will be destroyed. Sorry if I framed some things in a confusing manner. Thanks for reading.

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry about what you've been through. Also please know that there is no need to apologize, your ask is perfectly understandable.

It's common to worry about how people will react when you share your story. Please know that your feelings are valid. It's a vulnerable thing to share what happened, especially to your family. With the emotional gravity of your story, it's understandable why you may feel that you must keep this story from others so that they can live peacefully.

You are not alone in feeling this way, and this is something that I have personally dealt with. My poems of being assaulted were published to a lit mag, and my parents wanted to come to the publication party where I was to read the poems. I wanted them to come show their support but I also wanted to protect them from their own sadness and guilt. My therapist helped me to realize that other people's emotions are not my responsibility, and so if someone is devastated by my story, that's not necessarily my problem. Suffice to say, other people's emotions are not a valid reason to stop you from sharing your story.

Please know that, while it's completely up to you who to tell your story to, it's also completely up to you who NOT to tell your story to. If there are people that you don't want to know what happened, that should be your right. It's your story, so it's your jurisdiction who knows and who doesn't, although some people may not honor that.

In my situation, I had a discussion with my mom about my COCSA and how I wanted not to tell her because I wanted to protect her from her own guilt, but she told me she'd already been feeling it, and that the transparency actually provided her some relief. So it may be worth considering that the people you think are "peaceful" may be wearing a mask, and that sharing your story may actually strengthen some of your familial bonds.

I also just want to say that we as survivors are often made to feel that speaking up about what happened to us is like a weapon of mass destruction. But we need to remember that it's really our abusers doing all that destruction, we are merely the messengers. Just like our abusers destroy their own reputations when we expose them, any rift that may occur within your family is not your fault. You're simply speaking the truth, or doing whatever else feels right in your healing.

Please know that you are not defined by your past. You are a survivor, and your story has the power to inspire, uplift, and bring about positive change. As you continue on your healing path, may you find solace, strength, and the freedom to live a life filled with joy, love, and fulfillment. Keep holding onto hope, and know that you are never alone in this journey.

I hope I could help. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #tw abuse #tw emotional abuse #tw sa #tw child abuse #tw csa #tw cocsa