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theaspen · 1 year

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summary : Jay seems to keep appearing in your alternate nightmares. He acts as your night in shining armor, always helping you in your sleep. But when you try to stop the nightmares altogether he doesn't like it.

genre : thriller, angst, one-shot.

pairing : Jay x you

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of blood, death and suicide. If you are sensitive to these subjects please don't read!!

PART 1. PART 2.

PART 3

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Author's note: Yes I did tell this was a oneshot but keep dividing it into numerous parts. Yes I am alive. Yes i do hope you enjoy the scraps i was able to write. Yes this is not proof read. I love you all please leave any comments, reblogs, asks ANYTHING cuz it's fuel to my writing.

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"Was the boy handsome?"Sulli, my only friend, asks me.

My hands pause at the building block I was going to put on top of the tower we both created. For an 8 year old, I really shouldn't have expected anything else.

"I don't know..I only saw a glimpse of his face." I finally decided to tell her.

She mumbles, disappointed and yet again engrossed in her puzzle. Sulli and my friendship might be weird to most but I like it. I ramble on and she keeps me around for someone to play "Knights and dragons" with her. I don't really mind, it keeps me from trying to run away from here.

"What do you think I should do Sulli? I know it's just a dream but this has never happened before." I mumble again not expecting an answer.

Sulli stops and looks at me with big eyes, in a way where I feel extremely inferior. She seems to have that effect on me a lot. "I think you should visit him again. Ask why he's here.

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"Sleeping early today?" Kyungsoo asks, surprised at me already bundled up as much as I can on my bed.

"Yep. Please place a glass of water on the table before you go." He placed the glass and left me promptly alone.

I did intend to sleep early, but the AC is too cold. The blankets are too itchy and despite the water I drank already twenty minutes ago my mouth seems to be as dry as ever. My neck aches and I want to cry from the overstimulation.

My eyes rest on the ceiling tiredly. The walls seem to be talking to me today, Each side whispering and mumbling the nastiest things under their breath. My eyes blink out fresh tears and I weep mournfully, "Leave me alone. Please just leave." I beg.

But the voices don't seem to stop. Each one is growing closer and closer but I don't know what they are saying. I never do. I just know that each whisper , each word so close and breathing down my neck prickles my skin like tiny needles. They pierce my skin and my heart so deeply I want to desperately rip the sheets off me and find the bed stained with my blood.

But although I know that the shivers that rack my body are violent, and that the walls and the souls want me dead. My heartbeat slows down because this is the sign that I'm going to fall asleep.

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The wind up here is strong. It whips and lashes at my face But it doesn't deter me one bit. My eyes are just focused on the horizon. I've been standing here for the past ten minutes. I'm barefoot but the floor beneath me is smooth.

I'm aware from the corner of my eye that there is someone approaching me. They have been doing so since the time I arrived here. I don't know who it is, but I hope it's Jay again.

My figure turns around. The world around me is barren, in the world I've created for myself there is no sky. There are no clouds or sun. In Fact the only thing supporting me right now is a bridge. It's narrow and I can fall over any moment if I'm not too careful but I don't mind.

The person approaching me comes closer and my eyes rake over its blurry figure. My throat tightens as I take in the tattered clothes caked with snow. It's not cold here but the figure is shivering.

My brother approaches me carefully, calculatedly. His one eye is glaring at me and the other is swollen to the point he can't open it anyway. My throat opens to let out a cry but it stops there as a silent scream.

He's near me now. I don't need to see the rest of him to know how he looks. The image is forever ingrained into my mind anyway. I can picture his dark, almost black blood carelessly staining his clothes. I can see his left arm stuck on the handle of the car and his body littered with cuts too deep for it to be repaired. The only major difference is that he seems to be awake now.

"You did this to me, you know that?" He tells me, his voice barely a whisper but I know what he's saying and I nod.

His face contorts into something ugly. His eyes hold so much rage, such intense loath that it doesn't occur to me this time that I'll wake up. I know I deserve it. I knew I'd see it in his face sooner or later.

He grabs hold of my wrist, and despite the snow covering his body, his grip is burning hot. Smoke seems to leave his hands and I can feel my skin melt. "You're hurting me." I croak.

"Good." Is all he says before flinging me over the corner of the bridge.

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Falling isn't what I imagined I thought would be like. I thought the wind would whistle near my ears. I thought I'll feel nauseated or even faint. But nothing of that sort happened. Even the sky has no mercy, letting me watch my brother's satisfied face as I plummet into the ground.

But the hit never comes. Instead I was shocked, not enough to wake up but enough to give a loud gasp as icy water surrounded me. Salt water fills up my mouth and I want so desperately to go up but I can't see the surface anymore.

I know I just barely fell but all that surrounds me is the ocean. The back of my brain begs me to look for a way out. To spot the bubbles that *should* be there. To follow it. I've taken swim classes before. I know exactly what to do, but this time my arms flail helplessly. I pray and pray that I go deep down and finally give up so that my death could be labelled as an accident rather than a cowardly action to run away from my mistakes. From my sins.

A final breath escapes my mouth and my arms and legs relax letting the tremendous force of the water push me down and deep. I go willingly.

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My eyes are blurry and tired and I can't figure out if it's the weight of the water that clings onto my lashes or my tears, either way I force them open to be met with Jay's face. This time I can see his face clearly, there are water droplets dripping onto his shirt and his hair is unruly.

When he sees that I'm awake he lets out a huge sigh of relief and lets go of my shoulders flopping down on the sand.

I get up disoriented and look around. I can see the ocean and I can feel the sand that's beneath me, the grains of sand stick to my face and hands as I let out coughs.

"You saved me." I say as a matter- of - fact, "Why?"

"I was waiting for you, you know?" He says instead, completely ignoring my question.

"It's lonely here and you're the only one who visits me. If I don't save you, who will?"

It's against all logic for Jay to exist. If I told them about this they would tell me it's a figment of imagination my own mind created to cope. Perhaps that's the truth but right now Jay might be the only one who even wants me alive, and that's enough for me to hope I don't wake up for just a little longer.

A few seconds pass and I spend them observing Jay determined to remember the most of him when I wake up.

"I'll save you again you know?" Jay says, looking at me. "I'll save you with everything I have in me, so please visit again. With you I think I have a purpose After All. "

I don't say anything, startled by his sudden confession. He looks right through me and holds out his pinky finger.

"Promise?"

I interlock my finger with his and repeat, "Promise."

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#jake #jay #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen fics #enhypen supernatural #enhypen drabbles #sunoo #jay x reader #enhypen thriller #enhypen headcanons #enhypen mystery #enhypen horror

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yunsh-17 · 3 years

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Marry me - BENEDICT BRIDGERTON

London 1817

Y/N incarnated the green eyes her so loved, her knew that this unthinkable adventure had come to an end once he found Benedict in the corridor looking completely distressed. The second Bridgerton was not the best when the subject was to disguise his feelings, mainly because his green orbs were the window to his soul.

— We cannot marry .- the words jumped through the lips of the brunette so the lesser put his hand on his shoulder.

— I know Mr. Bridgerton.- tears have accumulated in the eyes of the Y/H/C when she took a step back, moving away from what she believed briefly to be her future husband -. Goodbye Benedict.

He still heard Kate's call when he passed through her with tears jumping her face and a broken heart to be caring. If you ask how it can be so silly to believe your romance would be right, after all he was someone with a name and that she had to offer you beyond all the love she felt for him?

[...]

Kate crossed the hall with furious steps to find her husband, Benedict and Colin in a heated discussion at the Viscount office. As soon as she closed the door, with more force than necessary, the brothers turned instantly clapping together, the expression on her face should scare even the devil and those who dare to cross her path.

— Anthony Bridgerton What the hell did you do? .- Viscountess asked without any curination.

— AND what makes her think I did something? .- Anthony asked cautiously, without taking his eyes once off his lovely wife, this act seemed more defensive than caring and zeal.

— let's do a chronological analysis of the facts, first I see the lovely Miss Y/L/N crossing the residence to the pros, then I hear Benedict demanding what is his right.- the impeccable posture of the woman seems to intimidate Anthony leaving him tiny, what was a great irony when we thought about the difference in height -. Do you think I'm a stupid who doesn't know her own husband?

Colin loose a low broom in front of the acid words of his brother-in-law.

— Kate, you better than no one knows how cruel high society is to each other, imagine what they would do to Benedict and Y/N when they discovered this marriage? They would massacre them. I am trying to prevent the two from getting hurt from this story .- the eldest of the brothers seemed tired of repeating that conversation.

— you are not my owner, you do not have the right to interfere in our lives .- Benedict finally speaks after Anthony's wife's sudden appearance.

— I have yes, I have the full right to intervene when you make stupendous choices .- viscount is the answer.

— Anthony do you realize how ridiculous is being by preventing your brother from going to attras of his happiness? .- Kate's severe look made the brothers remember Violet Bridgerton, the viscount opens his mouth to refute but is cut off by his wife's speech -. Benedict is more than responsible for making his own choices, Y/N may not have come from a family with a great name or a golden dowry, but what I say to him is that they love each other's heart, this is printed on their faces. You can't treat your brothers as drinkers, they need to learn to survive in reality, pain is part of growth. They can rather listen to many of those people without what to do, but they will go through it together and that is what counts in the end.

Kate gets up and starts to get out of the office, before crossing the door she looks over her shoulder and adds.

— it is better for you to do what your brother is asking for or will spend the next season sleeping next to the horses.

As soon as the pleasant viscount was gone, the brothers became incarnate atonites.

— is she always so energetic? .- Colin questions.

— are you still sure you want to get married? .- Anthony asks after nodding in positive for Colin.

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It was already midnight when Benedict arrived at the Y/L/N residence, he had done everything possible not to hurt the Y/H/C, but at that moment when she crossed the corridor to find him he thought the best thing to do would be to free the young from future suffering. A real Cretan.

His chest weighed as lead when he knocked on the door, it would be a liar if he did not say he was eager to review what, if he wanted to, would be his wife and after some time the mother of his children, only the thought of building a family with her brought a little peace to her restless chest.

As soon as the door opened, he prepared himself for the apologies he had trained during the way, but it was not necessary since the door attented was not Y/N but his younger sister.

— What does Bridgerton do here? .- the sour tone amazed Benedict, since the little girl always showed himself in favor of the sister's novel.

— I came to concern my mistake, please tell me if Y/N is here .- despair in his voice was not theatrical.

The young man looked over the shoulder to then open space, but before Benedict could enter the house he was held by a strong draw.

— if you hurt her again Mr. Bridgerton, I will cause him to suffer until his fourth generation.- given the warning the little girl let him enter the residence, sweating to some corner.

In a few moments he found his loved one sitting in a chair, a glass of untouched milk was in front of him, it seemed alien to other presences.

— Y/N? .- the low voice of the brunette seems to have awakened the lesser of its devanees.

— Mr. Bridgerton? What do you do here? .- Heaven, he really deserved to be treated in that way, the voice of the Y/H/C was covered with anger.

— Vim concerned things .- before he could continue he was left alone in the kitchen.

Without wasting time the second Bridgerton ran behind the Y/H/C, gently grabbing his forearm, a furious slap hitting his shoulder soon after.

— What is your problem? Why not leave me at once? Do I see suffering behind you some kind of happiness? .- AND once again that night Benedict was hated to be the cause of the tears that now scroll through the pale face of his beloved.

— you know Y/N, you know that you would never move a finger if that cost your happiness, But there were things that needed to be resolved before I could make you fully happy.- yet another slap was smitten against the brunette who was forced to hold the two arms of the Y/H/C, despite the fact that she deserved all the fury she had untied about him.

— AND for this you had to hurt my heart? .- she spit the words on her face -. What was so important to the point that you kick me that way out of your life?

— our future Y/N, couldn't marry you if you weren't able to keep our livelihoods... I wouldn't be able to make our dream become a nightmare in a flash of eyes.- so he realized it was safe he let his arms loose, his hands now holding his face firmly, his foreheads glued -. I was ensuring that we would have a house and money to thrive in some way, that was only possible after much discussion.

— his... his bastard .- the redhead seemed to have extinguished all his energy earlier.

— is this the best you can do miss? .- the largest hunted.

Not waving to stay away Benedict closed the distance between his lips, it was a calm kiss and full of nostalgia and apology, he knew she would understand, Y/N always seemed to read her feelings with a gigantic ease, the rough hands sliding through the curved body holding the waist in a squeeze, the young man's arms were wrapped around his neck pulling him down due to the stark difference in height.

They separated themselves only when the need for air was made present, the spiting breasts and the stained faces, both printing smiles of satisfaction.

— Marry me.- Benedict's thought put in words, words that did not come out of his lips.

The arms of the greatest wound up in the waist of the young red woman standing up from the ground as he turned her into the air, being contemplated with her own melodious laughter.

— of course, yes .- he answered after placing his bride, now, on the ground. I am yours for any and all ends.

#benedict #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #reader #benedict x reader #benedict x oc #luke thompson #imagines #imagine

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fictionadventurer · 2 years

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Mouse Mystery and Hallmark Royalty Worldbuilding?

I'm so glad that you're the one who asked about "mouse mystery", because I've been thinking about it a lot while reading your Shapeshifter Stories.

This is a historical fantasy mystery that always comes back to me every fall because it has an extremely autumnal aesthetic. It's set in a post-WWI England where the Spanish flu had a much different effect--those who didn't die underwent an (previously extremely rare) immune reaction where their bodies took on an animal form to finally defeat the disease; once these people recover, they're able to take on their animal or human form at will. (I keep thinking about it in terms of your Shapeshifter Stories, because your world is one where the shapeshifting is seen as something primitive that needs to be cast aside in favor of modern technology, while in this universe, they're dealing with shapeshifting coming about because of these technological advances that are forcing them to consider the bestial side of man. Two different angles on the same concept.)

Our narrator (who doesn't have an official name yet--I've wavered between several over the years and don't want to commit to anything at the moment) is a young woman from an exalted background who caught the flu when she was working as a nurse, and gained a mouse form. Her family did not much care for this, and various traumatic things happened that I haven't quite figured out yet, but the result was that our heroine escaped in mouse form, hitched a ride out to the countryside, and has been living comfortably as a mouse in a great house for several months.

She would have remained undetected, but the family's eldest son is friends with a heartreader. Henry is one of a rare class of people with empathic abilities that allows him to "see souls"--detect a person's emotions, personality traits, preferences, some pieces of their history, etc. just by looking at them. His abilities were useful in the war--heartreaders were the only ones who could tell the difference between real animals and enemy soldiers in animal form--but since he's extremely aware that every person killed was a whole and unique human individual, he's more than a little traumatized by what he did, and he's been staying at his friend's country house as a form of convalescence (and avoiding his heartreader family who he's afraid would be all too aware of the stains on his soul). He detects our heroine the first time she's in the same room with him, but he keeps it quiet--he's destroyed too many animal shapeshifters with his gift already--and confronts her in private, promising to keep her secret so long as she doesn't cause any trouble in the household. They then strike up a comfortable friendship, despite the fact that our heroine can't speak and Henry's never seen her human form.

Over the years, I've considered several different plots, formats and POVs, but I think it works best as a series of short story mysteries, with our mouse in the Watson-narrator role and Henry as a psychic Holmes. Henry's abilities make him the perfect person to investigate mysteries--he can use his abilities to develop hunches that lead him to more concrete evidence that holds up in court--and the mouse is a useful partner, since she can sneak into places Henry can't go, all but invisible in her mouse form (and giving him the info by writing notes that she leaves in his room).

The first story would involve the mouse meeting Henry and trying to help him investigate a theft within the house (while proving that she's not the culprit). The most developed story is one where Henry's called in to investigate the kidnapping of a neighbor's child. There are also snippets of ideas that could go into future stories (I'd like to put Henry's sister in a lighthearted Mycroft role; the mouse revealing her human form would have to be a very important moment, etc.), though I don't have mysteries attached to them yet. The most important thing is that these stories are very autumnal. Autumn is classic mystery season for me (especially Sherlock Holmes), and the stories have all the coziness and cool weather and faint spookiness and bright, bright leaves of their autumn setting (though if I ever go beyond one or two stories for this, I could consider stories in other seasons).

(Since I received a different ask about the Hallmark royalty worldbuilding, I’ll save that response for that post).

#adventures in writing #answered asks #the tawny mouse #(no longer the title but i've talked about this under that tag before)#scarvenartist

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nymphigeon · 4 years

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Someone you love(d) || KTH

• Pairing: Taehyung x Reader(f)

• Genre: break up au, angst with a happy ending, fluff? (just a lil' bit at the end :))

• Rating: PG

• Words: 7.2k

• Warnings: swearing, mention of weight, they kiss like once, if you don't like cheesy things....skip this one lmao

• Summary: You thought he loved you, you really did, but the way he left told you something else.

Or alternatively;

Taehyung is an emotionally constipated idiot who doesn't know how to deal with his feelings.

• A/N: Okay it took me waaay too long to write this, I'm so sorry T_T I really wanted to get this out earlier, but well things happened....

I only proofread this like once and had some trouble getting everything into the post properly so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes! Please let me know if you find any so I can fix them asap.

Thank you for the request @mytaetaey! I hope it matches your expectations!!!

It honestly hasn't even been that long since the day he showed up at my house.

"Let’s break up."

Although I really wouldn't be able to tell you how much time had truly passed.

"W-wait why?"

Days felt like weeks, weeks felt like months. Everything just seemed to last a lot longer than it should have.

"Did I do something wrong? I-I can fix it, just tell me!"

It might have happened last week, or the week before that. Wasn't it three weeks ago?

"No, no you didn't do anything wrong y/n. I'm sorry this just isn't working out."

Bottom line is, the passing of time hasn't really been on my mind. Any day without him is a day lost, a day to forget about.

"What do you mean this isn’t working out? I thought we were doing well together..."

I remember the confusion that went through me. All of a sudden the four years we spent together seemed to have disappeared.

“You thought wrong.”

He had been acting weird for a while, never quite getting close to telling me what was going through his mind. I hadn’t anticipated it ever ending like this though.

“Not everything you believe is a fact.”

The years I had to get to know him ended too soon. They went by so fast, they might as well have been non-existent.

"I... why? I don’t understand…

This all came too sudden. Just a few days before he had been laying on my bed, smiling as I told him about my day.

"I just don't feel the same anymore."

I just needed a little more time. A little more time to adore him. A little more time to say goodbye.

"I don't love you anymore."

But I still did do. He didn’t seem to care though. After he took care of me for a while, he decided I’m not worth it. Not even as someone who he just passes by.

"It's best if we don't see each other anymore."

If you cherish what you have you'll never be left unsatisfied.

"Goodbye."

I did. And it broke me.

“Y/n? Helloooo?”

My daydreams get interrupted by a waving hand in front of my face, followed by a harsh flick against my forehead.

“Ouch! Mina that was too hard!” Both my hands shoot up to the stinging spot between my eyes, one to prevent the evil hand from handing out another flick, the other one to rub at the red spot forming.

“Class ended a few minutes ago, you should probably pack up. Really, did you just stare off into space for the entire class?” Spotting my close to empty notebook, Mina sighs and shakes her head. She’s trying to look disappointed, but under the scolding exterior she’s putting on, there is a hint of pity.

It’s not the first time this week that not a single word has made it into my notes. Each time again the pages are either filled with lazy doodles and meaningless scribbles, or a space of absolute nothingness, not even a drop of ink staining the white paper.

“I’m sorry, I really did try to pay attention, but you know I hate his classes with a passion.” We both know that’s not the reason for my absentness, and neither of us speaks up about it. It’s what I requested myself, not being able to cope with the sadness I was causing my friends to feel. They care too much, I don’t want to burden them for too long.

“I know sweetheart, you did do your best. I’ll send my notes later, if you want I’ll help you understand them too.” Though no matter how hard I try, I still rely on them. They keep convincing me to, their kind souls not being able to leave me alone. “If you could I’d really appreciate it.”

A sweet smile appears on Mina’s lips as I accept her offer, being more than happy to help me. She has always been the type to give more than she received, and despite me believing she deserves more than she gets, I adore her for it. “Of course, any time.”

I finish packing my belongings into my backpack, first making sure I didn’t leave anything behind before leaving the classroom with Mina close to my side. She talks about everything and nothing as we roam the spacious hallways filled with tired looking students. I wouldn’t be surprised if more than half of them slept until the end of their lectures.

Most of Mina’s words fall on deaf ears as I think back to the thoughts that occupied my mind the entire time my teacher was trying to explain the principle of quantum mechanics. I wouldn’t have understood it regardless of whether I was paying attention or not by the way.

“Ah you don’t have any more classes today, do you?” An unannounced weight falls on my left side as Mina whines into my shoulder, effectively bringing me back down to earth. Some brabbles about life being unfair escape the muffled sounds she produces, clearly not looking forward to the rest of her day.

“I’m going to be so lonely, me and Daeun aren’t allowed to sit next to each other anymore.” Mina raises her head to catch some air, her hands still clinging to the fabric of my shirt. The scowl on her face isn’t hard to miss, as she isn’t doing much to hide it.

“I was just going to head home straight away.” On any other day I would’ve probably teased her, wishing her good luck while I go and enjoy the free life. Today however, I don’t. My face stays in it’s boring resting position, even as Mina waits for the non-existent twist at the end.

It doesn’t take long before she finally sees I’m not poking fun at her. The moment of realization is clear, her whiny expression disappearing and her hands falling back to her sides. “Oh.”

“Well since it’s Friday how about I come hang out at your place when I’m done here? I’ll drag Daeun along with me too.” Mina’s voice is unsure, scared that I’ll reject her offer. A thick tension hangs in the air as we both wait for my reply.

I want to be alone. I want to be able to overthink in peace without others insisting that my mind is wrong. Though on the other side, I do know that I’ve been pushing them away. All the more reason for them to worry about me.

“Yeah sure.” I manage to convince myself to decide on the option I’d like the least. Somewhere I may be hoping that I’ve been missing out on a distraction I needed. I will never know until I experience it.

“Great! I’ll bring snacks too, let’s make it a movie night!” And off she goes, not waiting for any kind of confirmation from my side. Most likely it’s a way to keep me from refusing, forcing me into a situation that’s best for me, according to her.

I might not be looking forward to the events to come, but even I can’t deny the dull blossoming of my heart. The corners of my lips tug up, together with a hand to wave the girl off.

Yeah, perhaps, just maybe, I’m excited to spend some time with them.

I wasted a lot of time trying to figure out what’s wrong with me. Did I gain too much weight? Did I not text him enough? Was I going down the wrong path?

No matter what I wrote down, which new question I thought of, it didn’t seem right. Crumpled up paper balls and clothes littering the apartment show of the frustration occupying my mind.

No aspect of me changed for the worse. I’m still the same healthy weight, we texted almost every day, and I’m running up the path to a successful career. There is nothing wrong with me, so why am I blaming myself so heavily?

Because for some reason I believe that if I had done things differently the outcome would have been better. Because maybe he would’ve changed his mind if I reacted differently. Because it could never be him who was in the wrong.

A knock on the door and the pen I had been holding drops. Focussing on the paper in front of me once more, the harsh worded sentences ending in large written question marks stand out. I’m yearning for answers to questions I don’t even understand myself and it’s terrifying.

Three knocks on the door this time and I’m up, quickly discarding all the papers littering around. Some I tear to pieces, making sure none of the written sentences are visible anymore, others simply get hidden.

The door creaks as it opens, broadcasting it’s old age to the world. I should probably replace it sometime before someone decides to break in. Not that there’s anything worth taking here, I am a student after all.

“Hey dea- Oh no you look horrible.” A slight gasp interrupts Daeun’s cheery greeting when she notices the birds nest that is my hair. After having acted out all my annoyance on the poor strands, they’ve taken to each other for comfort, gladly intertwining. To my dismay, of course.

“I feel horrible. Come in.” The chuckle meant to lighten the statement doesn’t do it’s job properly. Both don’t say anything more as they enter the tiny apartment I call home, but they might as well have been screaming ‘I feel sorry for you.’” If they won’t do it, their faces definitely will.

“I won’t let any of you chose a movie tonight, I’ve got way too many good ideas.” Mina drops the overfilled bags she was holding on the dinner table while she talks. From the few items that stick out it’s safe to deduce that they’re filled with snacks to the brim.

“Also I was thinking we could order some pizza for dinner. All on me, I just got payed.” Like she owns the place, Mina reaches for several bowls high up in the cupboards of the kitchen. “We’ll use these tonight..” She says it more so to herself than to anyone else, not bothering to ask me anything. Not that it was really needed, I would have given her permission anyway.

“How was your day?” Sitting down next to Daeun, who has made herself comfortable on the couch after walking in, I try to start a basic conversation. Even though I’m not particularly in the mood for anything, I decide it’s probably best to try before I ruin the fun.

“You shouldn’t have to pretend that everything is okay, you know.” My question is completely ignored, switched for a statement that sets a heavy atmosphere in the room. The little excitement I had for their visit disappears. Instead, irritation starts taking over.

“Look Daeun, I-”

“I know you don’t want to talk about it, but this is not the way to cope with whatever may be happening inside you right now.” The tone she uses tells me she isn’t about to back out anytime soon. I hate it, hate how she feels like she can tell me what’s best for me.

“If this is what you came here for then I think it’s best that you leave. I’m not playing around here.” I turn away from the both of them, showing my back instead. This was supposed to be a fun evening to get my mind off him. Turns out, it’s the exact opposite.

“She’s right y/n.” It didn’t sound like Mina initially wanted to talk about this. She has always been unsure of when and how to address things, usually rather staying silent. With the right help however, Mina too will spill her words.

“This will always be a part of your life now, no matter how hard you try to erase it, you can’t. I know you’re hurting, and you’re allowed to feel hurt, we just want to help you. We’ll distract you all you like later, but for now, just confide in us please?”

It’s the way I feel both of their eyes burning into my back, the way she isn’t exactly sure how to convey her thoughts, though has the best intentions, the way a gentle hand softly lands on my shoulder. Sooner or later the dam would have broken. Apparently that time has come.

“I gave up so much for that guy! I moved to a more expensive apartment closer to his so we could see each other more, I started working more hours so he wouldn’t need to pay every time we went out together,” I never really got the chance to complain about the negative side to the changes I made, always feeling like it should be worth it, since I did it for him.

“I studied late into the night just so I had time during the day to hang out with him, do you know how much sleep I lost? I couldn’t even go home to my parents regularly anymore, for the distance was too much.”

Not exactly having expected me to rant so much, the two girls seated next to me stare in surprise. Never have I expressed any discomfort with what I was doing, always plastering a smile on my face.

“I don’t even mind that he broke up with me, I mean I do, but he was so cold! I had done my best to keep things going between us and he just gives me an ‘oh I don’t like you anymore’ like it’s common sense. I didn’t even get a thank you for all those years or a sorry for breaking it off! I just wish he’d…”

I take in a deep breath after having forgotten to breathe for the past minute, all the tears I kept in finally making an appearance as my anger get replaced by the same sadness I felt all those days ago.

“I just wished he’d at least given me reassurance I hadn’t been a waste of his time.”

The volume in which I spoke had drastically lowered, coming out in an almost-whisper. All the objects in front of me blurred as a non-stop stream of tears made it’s way out, my cries just mere silent sobs.

The hand resting on my shoulder becomes an arm pulling me into her side, the rough material of her shirt revealing her identity. Daeun doesn’t say anything as her other hand strokes through the strands of my hair, detangling any knots on the way.

For a moment I feel guilty about the tears wetting her shirt. It’s when she pulls me against her a little tighter that the feeling disappears, giving me the opportunity to fully bask in her embrace.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart.” Feeling left out, Mina pats my thigh and breaks the silence. “You worked hard didn’t you? Because you loved him.” I can hear her clothes rustling first, before her arms too wrap around the space Daeun left.

“I still do.” No matter how much I try to forget about him, I can’t seem to do it. He has engraved himself into my mind, forever stuck. If he’d ever leave is a mystery, though for now, it seems impossible.

You know what? Fuck you Kim Taehyung.

“Dude, what do you want for your birthday?” It’s Jungkook who has slammed down my door and completely disturbed my peace.

“Huh? Nothing in particular really.” Despite the rude entrance, I don’t look up from my tv screen, having already gotten used to the lack of announcements before he comes in.

“Didn’t you ask me that already two days ago?” Once again ignoring any form of politeness, the younger one makes grabby hands towards the bag of potato chips laying next to me. I don’t make any move to stop him, knowing very well I can’t win from him in a fight, ever.

“Yeah because I thought maybe you changed your mind. Usually you’re so excited for your birthday, but you just seem so… Unenthusiastic?” There is almost no way to take him seriously when he’s scarfing down my dear food like it’s water. Surely when were out next time I’ll make him get me a new bag.

“Well yeah that’s because…” What exactly was I going to say?

Finally grabbing his full attention, Jungkook puts down the bag of chips and lets himself fall down next to me. “Because?”

There is no mistaking his smirk for a smile, although he does his damn best to hide it. He knows exactly what I was about to say, and I’m not about to admit anything.

“Because I realized it’s nothing to be overly excited about. That’s it.” Challenging Jungkook to prove me wrong I stare right back at him, not planning on chickening out any time soon. It seems to have worked, as he looks away first.

“Ah is that so? I’ll just see if I can find something you’ll like myself in that case.” The boy who has silently admitted defeat removes himself from the couch, moving to his room at the other side of our apartment. “Good luck buddy.”

No longer having to pay attention to him, I rewind the movie I was watching back. That muscle bunny just made me miss the absolute best part.

“So why exactly are you dragging me to town again?”

It’s not too busy today, which should have been a given as it’s a normal weekday. Everyone is either yawning behind a desk or running around in circles depending on their career choices. Compared to them, I’m making the worst possible choice by letting my best friend convince me to skip class for a reason I wasn’t even familiar with.

“I’m having none of this ‘I don’t care what you get me’ nonsense. We’re going to find something you like, and that’s why we’re here.” Jimin takes a pause from pulling me along by hand to put both of his on his waist like a proud toddler.

“So in other words, we’re here so I can choose my own birthday gift?” Slowly I begin to understand how much of a waste of my time this is. I could’ve been doing fine trying to understand whatever Mrs. Wilson wanted to go over today, but instead I’m going to be reminded of my ex all day. Great.

Well, if she was still here it wouldn’t have mattered whether I knew what I wanted or not, she always had something great for me, and I always looked forward to it. Once she jokingly told me how she felt pressured, having to live up to my expectations. Though honestly there was nothing for her to live up to, I liked her gifts because she gave them to me. Because she always managed to make each and every birthday a fun one.

“Any ideas yet? Jewellery, clothes, games… Wait, nothing too expensive, I’ll go broke!” Jimin’s sudden panic manages to bubble up a chuckle in me. He doesn’t really seem to appreciate it though, as he scowls at the sound. “What? Your taste is too expensive!”

He knows me well it seems. Not that it was ever a real secret. When the contents of your closet is worth more than someone’s rent several times anybody would want to show that off right? Well so do I.

We walk into several stores for inspiration. No real shopping haul, just a quick in and out with Jimin trying to get a reaction out of me by stuffing things he thinks I like into my face. So far no real success, my only reaction being something along the lines of ‘ah yes that looks nice’ at everything he proposes.

It’s not like I’m purposefully trying not to find something I truly like, but more that honestly nothing catches my interest. And I promise it’s not even the price, some of my most prized possessions are the cheapest things I own. This just isn’t doing it for me.

After having been pulled into the what feels like the hundredth store, my stomach decides to make the loudest noise known to mankind. “Can we like, maybe take a break?” There is no doubt that my face is bright red at this moment, instantly heating up when Jimin laughs equally as loud.

“If you were hungry you should’ve just said so. Let’s go find something to eat.” Is probably the only sentence he said today that I’ve fully agreed on.

It sounded so easy, just find somewhere to buy food. Unfortunately, getting our tummies filled wasn’t written in our future so soon. No matter where we look, everything is either closed or completely full with customers. Who knew so many other people were hungry at this moment. Not like it’s close to dinner time or anything.

Eventually, I manage to convince Jimin to eat at a small fancy restaurant down the street on my expense. Despite him agreeing after a few attempts, a set pout is still present on his face, which doesn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon. Together with some murmurs about how this isn’t fair, he makes himself look incredibly adorable.

Soon however, I would come to regret my decision. The fancy tablecloths and nicely plated food wouldn’t be looking so appealing anymore. Because even if I had convinced my mind of the truth my constant lies hold, there was simply no way for me to convince my heart too.

“Hey isn’t that y/n and… I don’t think I know him.”

The male opposite her had somehow won her over with that stupid perfect smile he wore, his eyes an annoyingly beautiful ocean deep blue and his blonde hair styled in an awfully neat way. Everything about the sight annoys the heck out of me, including the way she was smiling back at him. Why does she look so happy? When was the last time I saw her like that?

“Oh are they… I’m sorry Tae.”

I was the one who broke up with her. I was the one who walked out with a load haven fallen off of my shoulders. I was the one who ran even though she cried. There is no reason for me not to be completely fine.

“I don’t care, she can do whatever she wants now.”

So then why am I the one hurting this much?

It came sooner than expected, my birthday. Just sort of snuck up on me. After the restaurant incident Jimin himself magically decided to end the shopping trip and go home to eat. Nobody ever mentioned my birthday again in the following days.

It was pretty clear that someone had told the others about what happened, although none of them spoke about it. That someone obviously being Jimin.

“Soooo… any plans for the day?”

The question comes from Jungkook, who is fidgeting with the hem of his oversized hoodie. He stands quietly in the doorway to my room, waiting for an answer he already knows.

“Go to class and study after.”

“You’re not going out of the house? No party planned?” The suffocating nervosity radiates off of him in waves, displayed by the still ongoing fidgeting and his eyes that can’t seem to focus on one thing at a time.

“Nope, no other plans.” I sit up in bed, slowly coming to terms with the fact that I won’t be getting any more sleep. Despite him looking like he’s scared I’m going to get mad, he doesn’t actually give up, which isn’t appreciated on my part.

“Well the boys thought we could maybe go out together, get a few drinks.” On any other day besides my birthday I would’ve most likely agreed to the plan. Today however, I can’t help but relate every proposition to my birthday, which I, in case you hadn’t noticed yet, want to forget about as soon as possible.

I had already given him enough opportunities to stop. All it would take was leaving me alone. His constant persistence ends up getting to me, successfully causing me to snap at the younger boy. If he expected an outburst, he’s getting it.

“Why the fuck does everyone expect me to celebrate today? If my birthday is the day on which I can do whatever shit I want then let me do whatever I want!” It wasn’t meant to come out that way, and the guilt sets in the moment I realize it, but I don’t have time to apologize.

“Dude, you seriously need to do something about your feelings for y/n.” He sighs the words as he casually leans against the wall, his arms crossed. In an instant the awkward energy around him disappears, replaced by a very prominent eye roll. It’s not hard to guess that this has been on his mind for a while.

“Don’t mention her. This has nothing to do with her.”

“This has everything to do with her and you know it.”

I don’t have anything to say against that. We both know it’s the truth, though only one of us is trying to deny it. The dumb one.

“You know what I think? You spent your past 6 birthdays with the girl of your dreams and now that you pushed her away you have no idea what to do. Am I right?”

He is. I don’t say anything as my head lowers, slowly realizing there is no hiding anything from him. She’s still on my mind. I still wonder what she’s doing, where she is, if she’s safe. I still care. “You’re right.”

I broke up with who I considered my other half, convincing myself that I didn’t need her anymore. Who exactly was I trying to protect?

“I had to, I’ll hurt her.” I already did.

“And suddenly breaking up with her is supposed to make her happy?” I was hoping it would in the long run.

“You’re not the same as him.” Though I am. The same parents, the same group of friends growing up, the same sense of humour. We got along so well. What if we still do?

“He’s my brother Kook. We were so alike. You know he once too adored her.” We don’t talk anymore, I’m disappointed in him. He would’ve been too. I don’t understand what changed.

“He used her, nobody saw it coming. The signs were there, he just hid them too well.” Jungkook leaves his spot against to wall to comfort me, tucking my head into his neck.

“You’re not him and he isn’t you. The fact that you no longer want to be associated with him proves everything. He didn’t care about Hyeon.” So he can look straight at me, he pushes me away with his hands on my shoulders. The expression on his face tells me he’s serious.

“You love her, and you’ve got to fix this mess.”

I don’t like agreeing with him, but once again, he’s right.

As soon as I open the door I want to slam it right back into his face. Or I might want to run into his arms, I can’t decide yet. Regardless, I wasn’t expecting Taehyung to be standing on the other side when the doorbell went off.

“Umm… Hi?” All the words that have been building up in my personal dictionary seem to disappear the moment I lay my eyes on him. He still looks as good as the last time I saw him, even though the circumstances were heart-breaking.

“Hey, um I’m sorry I showed up unannounced. I didn’t really think this through…” Everything about him screams awkward. From the way his feet are pointed slightly more inwards than normally, to the way he doesn’t seem to be able to smile naturally. Instead there is this weird, tight expression on his face.

“Oh um… Would you like to come in though?” I don’t wait for an answer as I step aside, my memory helping me remind that nine out of ten times the answer to that question is ‘yes’. “Oh yeah, thank you.”

“Do you want anything to drink?” Not really having anything to say I cycle through the set few sentences I usually need when I have someone over. I’m not happy that he’s here, but I’m not the type to lash out at people.

“Ah no, I’m okay. Look I’m just going to get straight to the point, I messed up big time. I got insecure and closed myself off to everyone including you and I’m so fucking sorry that I did.”

My lack of reaction surprises me. Sure, my insides are doing somersaults, but I don’t feel the need to express any of it. Like an unused sheet of paper, my face stays blank. “And now you’re here to win me back I presume?”

Somewhere in between his statement and mine, the tables shifted. Slowly, I’m gaining the confidence he is losing.

“Well, not really, I mean yes, but-”

He catches himself rambling, shutting his mouth before any real nonsense can make it out. Taking a deep breath helps, the words coming out more fluently after. Not a great start, but it’s okay. I have patience. Sometimes.

“I just wanted to let you know that the words I shot at you that day weren’t true. I hurt you and I didn’t want those words to roam your mind not knowing they weren’t even close to what I was feeling.”

The deep breath he drew in earlier escapes in a deep sigh, followed by his mouth opening and closing a few times without any sounds making it out. “And?” It was meant as a way to encourage him to continue. Sadly, it came out rather rude.

“I do still care about you, damn I still love you more every day. If there is anything I can do to make it up to you please let me know, I don’t want to have to live in a world where my last words to you made you cry. Obviously I would want a second chance at being the proper lover you deserve, but you’re in charge here. If you want me to walk out the door I will.”

There’s a hopeful look in his eyes making my heart beat erratically. In the past I would’ve instantly dropped to my knees, making sure every wish of his came true. I am no longer that girl.

“Tae it’s been months, you can’t just suddenly drop by and tell me you’re sorry. I spent days wondering why you broke up with me, wailing over the fact that you suddenly just didn’t care anymore, and even now you’re not giving me an answer. Why did you suddenly turn your back on me? Why did you not talk to me about whatever was bothering you? Even now you’re making me feel like you couldn’t trust me. Fuck, you just left me there like I was a piece of trash!”

What was once a hopeful look in his eyes, turned into defeat. He won’t give me an answer.

“You can’t just come in here exclaiming to love me after I’ve worked so hard to get myself over you. You can’t just come in here trying to steal my heart when I’m learning to give it to somebody else.”

“The blonde haired dude?”

Perhaps I shouldn’t feel a sense of accomplishment at the clear jealousy in his voice. However, this man did break my heart in two for apparently no reason. Is it weird I would want to get back at him a little?

“His name is Yejun and he’s a great guy. Look, just leave please. I have nothing more to say or hear. We’re done.” Turning away from him I mark the end of this conversation. It takes a while before there is any movement behind me. Slow steps make their way to the front door before pausing.

“I hope he treats you well, but I’m not going to simply give up on you like that.”

And secretly, I was hoping he wouldn’t.

Two, three four days, before I realize it it has been an entire week since I last saw him. Some part of me is scared, scared that he has decided otherwise and I will never hear from him again.

I had told myself getting over him would be easy when I finally accepted the help of my friends, and for a while it was. Or so I thought, because the moment he walked in here I was right back to square one.

I’m in the middle of working on a new project when the doorbell rings. Standing up, I go to open the door wondering who it could be. If he had come back for me after all. Too bad I would soon be disappointed, as the man standing in front of my door was just an ordinary mailman.

“Umm I didn’t order anything?” My eyes fall on almost gigantic package behind the man. If I ordered some furniture I would’ve surely remembered right?

“Are you not y/f/n y/l/n?”

“No I am.”

“It clearly has your name and address on it miss.”

The building up confusion hasn’t left my head yet, but knowing there is nothing else I can do I decide to accept the package. After thanking the courier I close the door and carefully carry the big box into my living room.

The moment I open the big thing up, a bunch of big balloons float up to my low ceiling. There’s a transparent one with little hearts bouncing around inside, one that’s just one big heart itself, another one has the words ‘I love you’ written on it in a neat font. If I hadn’t checked my calendar this morning I would’ve thought it was valentine’s day.

Diving deeper into the box I find a relatively big fluffy teddy bear, hugging what seems to be a letter in a white envelope.

‘When I was 16 a miracle happened, I met the most beautiful girl. Me not being able to contain myself I immediately introduced myself to her. She said he name was y/n. I think it was back then that I decided her voice was my favourite. I was too much of a coward to ask her out at the time. I eventually did, though looking back I wish I did so sooner. There was never a boring day with her by my side.’

That’s all there is. Just a few words on an otherwise empty piece of paper. No signature at the bottom, no name, and still I knew exactly who wrote it.

The next day another package came in. This time a different set of balloons, a different stuffed animal, but the exact same white envelope.

‘When I was 22 my brother and his fiancée broke it off. Just like the piece of shit I have to call my dad he betrayed his partner’s trust, cheating on her without a second thought. My mother heard about it and accused both of us as being just like our father. You know after a while, I really started believing her.’

Each day a new box would come in, always containing a present with a letter attached.

‘I was terrified of hurting you, terrified of you seeing me the way my mom did, so I hid everything from you. I should’ve known that I can’t hide anything, you know me too well. I panicked and left you, the biggest mistake I could ever make. One that made everything that was already happening so much worse. I tried telling myself I didn’t need you, but I just couldn’t.’

I believed him, believed in the words he wrote down.

‘I’m so fucking sorry for everything I put you through. It’s all my fault and I’ll spend forever owning up to my mistakes. I love you and I don’t want to live without you. Please just give me one more chance to prove myself to you. One is all I need.’

I’m sorry Yejun, I can’t forget about him after all.

Actually he should be the one who is nervous, and well maybe he is, but I’m the one standing on his front porch with my knees shaking and my heart beating right out of my chest. At one point I was even scared he would be able to hear me through the door.

Shaking my head I gather all the courage I can to knock on his door before I turn around and run back in the direction I came from. However, when I hear the sound of my fist on the hard wood I briefly still consider hiding somewhere.

Luckily I don’t get the chance to. While still going back and forth between the options staying or coming back some other time, the door creaks. I stiffly force my hands to stay still at my sides. The time it takes for the door to actually open seems like an entirety. If you were to count the passing seconds it would at most be like 5, which doesn’t sound like much, it feels like much.

“y/n?” His stance looks like a ‘what are you doing here?’, but his eyes give more of a ‘please say you’re here to forgive me’. Well, the latter would be right. “Can I come in?”

“Y-yeah of course.”

It’s not hard to notice that he is uncertain of his actions. It pleases me on one hand, as it gives me some sort of confirmation that he doesn’t want to make any more mistakes around me. On the other hand, I don’t like seeing him uptight around me. I wish he was more comfortable when I’m near.

“I received the letters you wrote.” He knows I received his letters, he was the one who wrote them and sent them out. Surprisingly though, he almost audibly swallows at the information like he did something bad.

“Why couldn’t you tell me in person?” It takes me back to the day he suddenly landed on my doorstep. Even when I explicitly asked for it, he gave me nothing.

“I was scared, I couldn’t get the words out. I wasn’t at all prepared.” He takes a pause before continuing. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, I just didn’t know what else to believe at that point.”

Carefully, I reach out my hand to place on top of his laying on his lap. I don’t touch his skin yet, patiently waiting for him to give me some sort of consent. It comes in the form of him softly raising his hand to meet mine.

“I know, we all have our insecure times. You’re not obligated to tell me anything. I can’t and shouldn’t force you to. I’m sorry I doubted you. I was only upset about the way you left.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I thought that if your last memory of me was a bad one you’d forget me faster.”

It didn’t work the way he wanted it to, but he already knows. Already having been hit with that fact multiple times, I decide to spare him. I don’t mention it again.

“Did you ever stop loving me?” At the time it seemed like he did. Like he wasn’t simply acting, like those harsh words were what he truly felt. “Be honest please.” I don’t want any more lies. I’ll accept whatever comes out, even if it throws me right back to where I started.

“I-I don’t know… I really thought my mother was right. That what I had for you wasn’t what it seemed to be.” His gaze briefly drifts to the ground, before focussing on our touching hands. Like magic, the uncomfortableness he was feeling seems to shift. “No matter what she or I tried to convince myself of, something was always missing. I couldn’t put a mask over my own hurting and guilt anymore.”

He spoke the truth. Well at least I think he did. And so I accepted it.

“Okay, thank you for telling me.”

This talk was long overdue. Something we both needed and completely missed. No screaming, no crying, no accusing. If only it went this way from the start. We’re not all perfect though. Even if someone out there is, I’m not, he isn’t. They must be laughing at us.

“Your letters were cheesy. The gifts too.” I’m not sure if this is me trying to lighten the mood, or if I’m just stating facts. Regardless, it makes the both of us smile.

“I know. But you love cheesy things, like the roses I buy you on special occasions.” When he looks back at me I have to resist the urge to jump on him. The smile he wears look good on him. It’s been a while since I’ve seen it. “You know me too well.”

“Well did they work?”

I had already made up my mind a few days back. While staring at the floating balloons occupying my living room I had decided for myself that he’s worth it. He is.

Tilting my head up like I’m still thinking, I make clear ‘hmm’ sound. I had thought that the answer is quite obvious, seeing as I came to him myself, but when doubt takes away his smile I drop the act. I’ve been through enough. We’ve both been through enough.

“Yeah, yeah it did.”

Unlike myself, he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around me. Burying his head in the crook of my neck like he used to do, he lets out a few low ‘thank you’s’. It doesn’t take me long to return the hug, feeling just as safe with him as I used to.

“What about.. Ah I forgot his name.” It’s not hard to guess who he’s hinting at, the sourness in his voice giving him away. I understand, I wouldn’t like it either.

“I ended things.” His answer just comes in the for of a small nod. There is no need for anything more.

“I honestly thought you were going to reject me again.” He ends his sentence with a chuckle and completely relaxes in my hold. Now that the tension is gone, we can go back to where we left off, slowly rebuilding what was lost.

“I was just playing with you, I’m sorry. But no more being an asshole okay? I promise I will kick your ass.” My giggling might undermine the threat a little to others. Luckily, he knows I’m serious.

“I will give you full permission to, but you’ll never have to. I’m going to dump so much love on you that you’ll regret ever even thinking about taking me back. You’re stuck with me now though, so you better be prepared.”

Pulling himself back a little, he plants a gentle kiss on my lips. And then another one, a second one, three more, each kiss more passionate than the last. A fire spreads throughout my body, burning away the few doubts I had left with success. Eventually, to my dismay, I have to pull back for air. Damn humans for needing oxygen.

“Oh? I’d like to see you try.”

Just in case you were wondering, I never did regret it.

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"Girl ho bisogno di Ezio che mi consoli, sto passando una giornata di merda e sono ancora le 10:20 di mattina, quindi bless me with your writing please♡ " - @fuckinherondale

First of all,translation,as always,for my non Italian buddies: "Girl I need Ezio to console/comfort me,I'm going through a shitty day and it's still 10:20 am,so bless me with your writing please"

Now.I don't know when you sent me this (most likely this morning,for the hour you have written there) but I swear I didn't see it until now that I uh...woke up from the sacrilegious and holy afternoon nap.Plus,Tumblr didn't send me any kind of notification (to be honest I am having trubles with tumblr lately,it's being a little shit,it doesn't send me even one notification :/). So I humbly beg your pardon if I am writing it just now,a bit late.

Warnings: well,no one?It's a bit emotional and way too philosophical but come on,it's Ezio,I can't always write flirty things when it's about him.

So there you go,an Ezio small,short one-shot.

Now,let's start,shall we?

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"Alzati" his high,deep and authoritative tone seemed to linger for endless moments in the cold hair of that late autumn afternoon: his voice,icy as the breeze that silently moved the branches of the tall oak tree in front of them; his gaze,sharp as the blade of the sword that was pointing at it; his eyes,burning as the sun that,behind him,set the sky on fire.

The young woman slowly lifted her gaze from his hands,which held her sword's hilt weakly,to Ezio's serious and severe face; not finding the usual warm,welcoming and affectionate brown eyes in which she abandoned herself,drowning very often and willingly in those two deep wells,she set her gaze elsewhere.

Behind the tall,proud and imposing figure of the Assassin,numerous hills jagged the view,looking for the most part like green waves of a sea formed by orange leaves: finally,her tired glance lay on the village of Monteriggioni,a small glimpse of life in the midst of nature. The sun,on the edge of sunset,seemed to be a fiery sphere,painting the sky with vivid colours,clouds stained with blood.

A faint and silent sigh left the girl's lips,her e/c eyes,which were fixed on the leaves that covered the ground,now rose slowly until they met her brown eyes. The sunlight,although weak and dim,didn't allow her to see the young Auditore's face well;so she raised her hand in front of her eyes,blocking the sun's rays that blinded her.

Through her fingers,creating bundles of shadow,she was finally able to see Ezio's face: his thick eyebrows were wrinkled in an austere expression to say the least,but the invisible and gentle smile that raised his lips shamelessly betrayed the serious atmosphere that hovered around him. A few rays of sunshine fell on his tanned skin,a couple of drops of sweat slowly,almost lazily,ran down his forehead on which a couple of strands of his dark hair were stuck.

Stretching out his arm,he stretched out the weapon he was still holding and,placing the tip of his sword under the woman's chin,he gently lifted her face,the cold metal of the blade in contact with her warm skin making her shiver slightly. The Assassin leaned down over her,now permanently blocking the light,finally showing himself to her confused gaze: a small smirk formed on his scarred lips at the sight before him.

It was more than five hours that Y/n and Ezio,on top of that isolated hill,under the giant branches of that oak tree,were practicing: fighting against them with only their swords,fists and kicks. Nothing new for the young woman...but she had to believe herself again,when after a while Ezio started to be serious and to say the least ruthless with all his moves. Soon,Y/n realised that this wasn't their usual training: the young Auditore didn't utter a word,he didn't start to tease as to distract her as he always used to do.no tempting wink,no gracious touches,no phrases and malicious looks.

And,after what seemed endless hours,she threw herself on the ground,falling on her knees,her weak arms,her heavy breathing,her mind clouded,exhausted. While he watched her carefully,Y/n tried to understand the reason for such serious and solemn atmosphere on his part.

It was...unusual. And this only made her darker.

A lively spark flashed in his big eyes when,making his curious gaze wander over the body of the woman he loved,he saw that,despite all the effort,despite all the pain and all the tiredness,she still held her sword firmly in her fist in a firm and strong grip. The admiration and pride that Ezio felt for that strong woman was overwhelming.

He laid his eyes again on the woman's face,the smile that had appeared on his lips had disappeared immediately,continuing to look at her with a mixture of hidden and veiled concern,which she was partially able to recognize and grasp.

"I don't appreciate the stern look in your gaze" Y/n spoke suddenly,the words that left her mouth and that the wind quickly carried to his ears.

Ezio raised an eyebrow,perplexity and amazement that took possession of him as soon as he heard the girl uttering that phrase with what the Assassin distinguished as being... disappointment and anger.

"Rise up and fight" he answered authoritatively,still holding his weapon under her chin,his deep gaze that did nothing but observe her intensely,gazing into her very soul,making her feel almost naked: there was no armor around and inside her that Ezio couldn't bring down.

"Your enemy won't show any mercy" the Assassin continued with a thread of voice,slowly moving the sword and starting to drag it down her neck,looking at her from above.

A religious silence,to say the least,reigned supreme for a few endless moments among them,if it hadn't been for the joyful chirping of the birds and the feeble crawling of the oak leaves,which now cast strange and playful shadows on the carpet of leaves where they stood.

Ezio sighed and,with a quick gesture,he withdrew his sword in front of her,only to plant it firmly in the ground. Bringing one arm up,he wiped away the sweat with the back of his hand and,looking over his shoulder,took a quick look at what was his home: what had become his home and which he had to call that.

Sorrow and worry clouded,for a moment,his longing gaze as he walked and distractedly observed the fortified walls of Monteriggioni. Once again the whole village,including Villa Auditore,had been attacked by an unexpected and violent attack by the soldiers and mercenaries loyal to the Borgia family. Even if taken by surprise,they were able to defend the village with courage and ardour,but which had cost them many deaths.

And the harshness,seriousness with which Ezio was addressing Y/n wasn't,in fact,accidental. That endless battle between Assassins and Templars was involving,as has always happened in previous years,innocent and unsuspecting people of all that eternal and bloody struggle. Ezio saw the consequences:he saw how entire families were destroyed,falling and perishing helplessly under a single sword blow in front of his eyes.

And he feared when,on the same day of the attack in Monteriggioni,he found Y/n struggling in the arms of an enemy soldier who was holding her hostage, fear that completely attenuated her:totally defenceless if it had not been for a small but lethal dagger she had hidden under the long sleeve of her dress,sticking the weapon in the soldier's leg,running immediately,instead,between the strong and welcoming arms of Ezio.

The Assassin could not afford to risk losing a loved one...not another one. And for that very reason,he decided to train the young woman personally.

"I can't..." a faint murmur left her lips,discouragement and anguish that scratched her voice,turning her gaze away from his form for the umpteenth time,not wanting to be weak in front of her inquisitors' eyes.

Ezio didn't doubt,as he had never done before,of her strong and courageous spirit,but he had never before heard her utter such words,full of discouragement and pessimism: it was not like her,they were not sentences that he expected her to say,it was not a voice that belonged to her.

"I'm not..." before another desperate whisper could leave her lips,the young Auditore interrupted her.

"No one will help you in your hardest times,but..." he began softly,slowly taking some steps forwards towards her body; and,once he got closer,she was able to see the tears that,slowly and almost with bitter spit,were scratching her cheeks,tracing her face,bending under her chin and falling on the leaves on the ground.

"I will always be there. Per te" the Assassin continued with a low and serious voice,but full of affection,his eyes fullfilled of sincere and pure promises when she finally raised her gaze and met his one.

Stretching an arm,he opened the palm of his hand,offering it to her,at the same time giving her an inviting, erene and warm smile. Y/n looked for a few moments at his outstretched hand tiwards her direction,her sad look constantly moving from his face to his hand.

"Rise up,mia Signora" Ezio whispered in an encouraging tone,his imperceptible smile widening as soon as she placed her little hand in his; and,holding it tight,he lifted her off the ground from her knees,now standing before each other.

Continuing to smile at her,his other hand went up and,cupping her cheek,she leaned on his soft,velvety and feather-like touch,closing her eyes as he leaned in,sweetly kissing away her tears that were born from her insecurities and fears.

She opened her eyes once she felt him deteaching from her face,watching him with a gaze full of gratitude.Looking down,she noticed how their hands were still joined,him holding them in his firm grip,making her feel safe,protected and utterly loved.

"I prefer one strong and trustworthy woman,instead of thousand soldiers" Ezio murmured in a barely audible whisper that only her was able to hear. And,bringing her hands up towards his mouth and bending slightly,he left a small and chaste kiss on the back of them,still pressing his lips on her skin as he looked up at her shiny e/c eyes.

"The woman I admire and love"

~~~~~

`°`TrAnSlAtiOnS!`°`

"Alzati" = rise up;

"Per te" = for you;

"mia Signora" = my Lady.

#thanks for the request!#request #assassin's creed one shot #assassin's creed imagine #ezio auditore #ezio auditore imagine #ezio auditore x reader #x reader #my writing #submitted #submission

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Andy gives me a vibe of being very methodical about every aspect of his life. So when he meets reader, at first he thought he had reader figured out in his methodical way. But as things progressed and they spent more time together Andy doesn't know what to do with himself & feelings anymore, until he finally cracks and all hell and passion he feels breaks completely free. He will stop at nothing to keep reader by his side. Anyone flirts with reader? Dead by the next day mysteriously.

I haven’t stopped thinking about this ever since you sent it. Thing is, I absolutely love how this all turned out, not going to lie. And I hope so do you.

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ANDREW DOLAN | TONIGHT

A man like Andrew could only be pushed to his limits to a certain edge, and he was reaching the ending of a sharp and painful path where there would be no return. Not being the same man he was known for anymore. Not being the father he had promised himself to be, but the one he had been attempting to keep to himself only for a long time now. Years. He felt exposed; as if his behavior or desires took longer to be controlled beneath his fingers. As if they had a mind of their own. The mirror between who he made himself to be and who he really is, was slowly breaking into pieces. The reason? A woman. Not any random woman, but (Y/N). The one who had managed to cling to his heart; unseen and as silent as the night, and who was about to rip it off his chest.

This love felt like a dance in a losing game; the more he desired to be closer to her, the deeper that a knife between them would dig into his chest. The less he could prevent himself from doing something absolutely questionable to earn her attention. For her.

And it began with mixed signs.

Puerto Rico, 12:00am. Their holiday house. Iris, his daughter, had insisted on bringing (Y/N) along. Andrew didn’t complain at all; it was still a time where his thoughts about her, his certain liking remained within the walls of his mind. Only for himself. Part of him was certain that she didn’t feel the same — and perhaps, it was the main reason why he kept reminding himself, hoped that it was true. Everything was okay. His surroundings remained the way he wanted it to be. They treated each other as a close circle. Drinks were shared. Sounds of joy. Little teases. Stolen smiles and glances.

At 3am, everything changed. The sound of the door opening, allowing (Y/N) to walk in the bathroom was met with Andrew standing before the mirror, attempting to clean his stained buttoned up shirt. As their eyes met, there was an initial surprise between both.

“Oh. I — Sorry. I didn’t know you were here. I’ll use the other bathroom.” She was soaked from head to toes, letting Andrew assume Iris had thrown both of them into the pool. Clouded gaze, he noticed the way her eyes trailed down and up his figure. Her dressed clung to each inch of her figure, which he didn’t bother on pretending not to notice either.

His mind was clouded by thoughts of bringing her closer and claim her there, up against the wall. Just for one night. To ease the burning feeling that didn’t seem to fade by time. How well she would take his length between her tight walls. How sweet would be the sound of his name falling from her lips at each deep thrust.

“Stay.” An accented tone of voice, laced with the slight intoxication from the tequila he drank previously. “The other room is downstairs. You’re already here, aren’t you? I’ll be out in a minute.”

As his gaze fell back onto the mirror, minutes later, he was taken away by the sight of her behind him. Her fingers reached out for her own clothes, stripping down. Andrew’s breath hitched. Staring through the mirror. Despite her back facing him as if they didn’t see them, she knew that he was there with her. (Y/N) turned to finally face him, greeting the sight of Andrew leaning closer to the sink, his hands gripping both ends of it. His eyes looked into hers through the glass; she expected him to make a move, but he didn’t. Did he not want this? It wasn’t easy to read a man such as himself, but there were so signs of him not wanting it either. One step closer behind him, she allowed the contact of her wrist against his arm. His eyes closed at the touch and then — the ghost of a smirk. Oh, he did want this. He wanted her to be the one to come to him.

“I thought you were leaving, Mr. Dolan.”

A week later, and the taste of (Y/N)’s lips remained in his subconscious. Memories of that night kept playing— at some point, Andrew couldn’t just wait another week to see her.

It has already happened, didn’t it? They kissed. As passionate as the desire itself he had felt since the beginning; her bare body pressed up against his clothed figure, her arms around his neck, needing to pull him impossibly closer against hers. It didn’t go any further than a heated, messy kiss. However it was enough to have him hooked up on what could come next. She was his. Wanted him as much as he did want her, and that was enough for him to begin crossing little lines.

At the university, he looked for her. The last thing he heard from her was a text about how busy her schedule would be all week. Her next project consisted on visiting a morgue and then, a crime scene. Therefore, surprising her before she would leave was a good idea in his mind. Truth be told, all he wanted to do was taste her, again.

It was a terrible one by the end.

Awaiting outside the known class building, the curly-brown haired male spotted her walking out with a pair of classmates. The sight of her holding someone else’s hand struck him with confusion. Eyebrows furrowed— watching the scene of her giving the other male a smile unfold. The blond long haired male, whoever they were, seemed as pleased by her presence as she seemed by his.

He should’ve left. Why was he there, in the first place? At a place where he could be recognized easily? He didn’t. The mere scene was enough to have him walk up to them, steady steps, with the same airs of a confident male. As he was easily known for. It didn’t go unnoticed the surprise coming across (Y/N)’s face upon seeing him. Was it pleasant?

“Mr. Dolan.” She walked away from the other male in order to head towards him. The smallest of such a detail pleased him. The fact they were so formal after all had amusement swing through his ocean blues. “I’m surprised to see you here. Iris always makes sure we know how much you dislike this place.”

“I do, in fact.” His index finger traced along his bottom lip. A sign of him being thoughtful. He knew the other was staring at them. “We must allow ourselves to make exceptions. Sometimes. I wanted to see you.” It was the burning jealousy within him that had him making a move on her out in public without second thoughts. He claimed her by the waist— gentle, bringing her close against him. A kiss onto her lips; short enough was given.

She didn’t react in the way he thought she would. Having her withdrawing, wide eyes. Surprised. “Andrew.” Her tone of voice laced with a warning. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What you begged me to do a week ago if I’m not mistaken. Have you changed your mind? I’d be amused with the thought of making that little boyfriend of yours uncomfortable.”

Words left his lips before he could stop them. He was acting like an immature man, clouded by jealousy. And he would regret it eventually.

That same thing minute without an answer, in disbelief, she walked away from him.

Texts remained unanswered. No matter how many he would send, there would no answer from her. It was the unknown, the lack of knowledge about her thoughts that had him driving close to the edge. She was hard to read, he’d give her that. One night a shared kiss between them had him believing it would, finally, break the line between them. The next, he felt further away from her than they were at the beginning.

Perhaps, it was how unpredictable she could be that had him allured to it all. A change in how controlled he kept his life. Perhaps not, perhaps he loathed it.

All of this. Because of her. The irony he wouldn’t allow himself to go through the same, once again, years ago had him despising himself right now. The worst was that he was already into it. He couldn’t stop it. It was too late.

[ delivered message. ]

“Where are you?”

[ delivered message. ]

“I’m certain we can talk this out. Could you, please, stop ignoring me?”

[ delivered message. ]

“We’re not fucking kids anymore.”

[ READ message.]

“My apologies. Truly. I shouldn’t have done it. We forget about everything that happened, and done. Have a good evening.”

The last text was sent with a new knowledge of the following events. Iris had spoken about her own plans for the evening and with that, Andrew persuaded her enough to speak about (Y/N) without looking that obvious. Apparently she had a date— sort of. Someone who had asked her out and ended up accepting it.

A few hours later, he sat before the bar. At the same place his daughter mentioned. A young lady remained by his side, murmuring topics he truly wasn’t interested in at the moment. Things he would answer to with a gentle raise of eyebrows and grin; as if interested. It was little masks that one could manage to their own convenience. A compliment to her eyes and smile would have her look away, cheeks heating up— a comment about how much her mind amazed him would have her be interested in him. Ladies enjoyed the physical attention, but being interested in their own intellectual had open doors for him most of the time. It was about knowing how to touch someone’s soul, to observe and learn. Having them wanting it.

The same way he was about to learn how much the same person he couldn’t keep out ot his mind was interested in him.

Raising his drink up to his own lips, he would allow his gaze to roam around the place. It wasn’t until three hours later that he spotted that same blond man he saw weeks ago. He was heading towards the door. Andrew’s head tilted in the slightest, catching a glimpse of (Y/N) following behind them.

So now, he would take him to her place, wouldn’t she? Was she punishing him for his immature behavior weeks ago? If she had intended on pushing him to the edge, certainly she was quite great at it.

Five minutes later. He followed them, their destination did end up at her apartment. As he assumed it would be. Awaiting for them to go in first, it wouldn’t be hard to find hers again. Standing at the same front door as he once did made him think of the first time he was alone with her. Memories that would haunt him more, the longer she was away from him. The longer she ignored him. Andrew tried the handle of the front door— surprisingly, it wasn’t locked. Inside her apartment, he was greeted by silence and dim lights, except the sound of someone’s voice coming from the passageway. It came from one of the rooms.

“It’s not as easy as it should be.”

“We could try again.” It was a male’s voice. “I’m here, okay? Look at me, hey. Look at me.”

Andrew attempted to peek through the cracked open door. He caught the sight of (Y/N) leaning against his chest, the blond one’s arms wrapped up around her. Lips pursed. Unpleased at how good they tried to be for her. The little mask of being the good one, there for her maybe would make her fall for it. He wouldn’t. Andrew was a man of masks, therefore, he knew when he met another.

“Come on. Look at me. Let me see that beautiful smile of yours I love to see.”

He turned away from the door upon hearing such words, uninterested in witnessing what would come after between them.

What felt like long, painful hours of awaiting gave him what he has been looking forward to since the beginning of the night. It had begun to rain, lightly. Not enough to prevent him from getting out of his car once noticing that same stranger leaving the building, all it would take was for them to walk past him. And he would have him.

In hands, Dolan carried the same cane he kept inside his car for certain reasons. He didn’t need it, yet coming off as someone who did was strategic enough to get closer to people out in public. To be unexpected at the right moment. Especially for men, who most of the time, put up a fight.

Observing him walk down the street, heading closer, Andrew awaited patiently until they walked past him. Playing with the cane in hands. Such man didn’t seem to notice him — if he did, they didn’t give him enough attention. As any other stranger in the streets.

“Hey, love.” Andrew called out behind him, low yet enough to be heard by them. Now they did have their attention. As soon as their steps came to a halt and their body turned to him, the head of the cane swung, striking their face in a shift and harsh move. Carried by enough strength to make him fall backwards. Certainly caught off guard.

One free hand reached to grip the collar of their shirt, hovering over them, standing still. A grin across his features. Dilated blues swimming in adrenaline. His heart beat with anticipated excitement. He tugged on it, bringing the injured one closer to him. Whispering. “You may have been hers, but you’re mine now.”

#cody fern #andy dolan #ahs fandom #michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #andy dolan fic #headcanons #andy dolan x reader #ii. writing

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hoaxsen · 3 years

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| angst has been coming to me easy now and idk how to feel about that.

| tw; character death, in depth talk of death, mentions of blood and other gruesome parts, season three spoilers.

| word count; 1.8k.

It was all over, spreading like a plague inside the walls upon their arrival. The victory of Wall Maria, along with the near extinction of the Scouts. How many supplies were lost during it? How much destruction was there while it all went down? Does anyone have a true number on how many bodies were being carried back on those flatbed carts after that expedition?

They were mostly parts of bloodied and mangled things, some weren't even able to be called a body. More like a massive piles of mixed dirt, debris and whatever part of the human body there could be. One hundred and ninety nine people, turned into one enormous jigsaw puzzle that anyone has ever seen. How many carts were used for that, and which cart did this specific body rest upon?

This body held the features of bright blue eyes, that the captain of the Scouts could sometimes find himself staring into for hours on end. Unknowingly at that. Blonde hair just swept back and kept so neat with its undercut. Sometimes Levi wonders if it was soft to the touch, it doesn't look to be hard, or dirty. Just right, minus those brows. If anything there were times where Levi wanted to trim the blonde bricks of hair off Erwin's face himself.

Now, days like that will never come. For the sole purpose, of Erwin Smith being deceased. Giving his life up to his stupid cause and dream, this isn't what Levi meant by plundering your dream and lead those crying brats to hell. Was it selfish of him to think that Erwin might come back alive for him? It was, wasn't it? The man having to live through this shit as the leader, making gambles that no one knew how the hell they paid off. Let's not forget about the cadets and soldiers lost along the way in his gambles. A devil among men, though it was Levi wanting to be the one to raise hell right now. Bring a darker hell to the one on this very Earth for the fact that he chose to revive Armin instead of Humanity's Hope.

Cold, and hardened steel grey hues watched as his body was pulled away, riding alongside on his own horse with this cart. Levi felt only himself at fault, what if he did revive Erwin? Despite the small specks of rocks, falling out and shredded intestines, and lack of life in the blonde's eyes, how would he look taking on the power of the colossal titan? Would he have looked the same as the treacherous Bertholdt, or better? If anything, he'd be alive right now. . .fighting a war once more in this hell. Yes, it was selfish, but Levi Ackerman had his reasons to be selfish in a time like this. Bringing back Erwin instead of Armin wasn't just going to be for humanity, it was also going to be for his own desires. To stop toying with the feelings the ravenette has for the blonde, to stop the daily lies about his ' small crush ' being just a phase.

The captain never even got to make good on his promise before the commander passed. Wanting so hard and bad to end the Beast Titan, to make him feel the pain Erwin did before his final moments. Hopefully that chance comes back for him some other time. How badly Levi needs it, it'd only be fitting since Erwin gave up his dream for the wall retake to even have happened and succeed.

For all Levi could do now, was regret and hope that Erwin's funeral would bring him into a small state of piece. Since the ex-commander was already in a permanent state of his own, never to be disturbed. The Ackerman slowly starts to wonder to himself, which kind of suit would really bring out a dead man's eyes? For blue, it had to be a subtle white, right? An ashen grey? Whatever color it was going to be, Levi knew he'd detest it. Knowing it'll be the final suit he sees Erwin in.

Fast forward a bit to the lowering of the old Scouts' commander into the ground, Levi stayed behind a little ways after the ceremony. Standing before Erwin's grave, a short sigh leaving him as he placed a hand on Erwin's tombstone.

Erwin Smith

xxxx - xxxx

Humanity's Beacon of Hope.

The words Levi read over, and over, and over again. Humanity's Hope, snuffed out a little ways too soon. Levi just had to wake up and face the music, it was bound to happen one day or another. He just wishes that day came a little later than this. Brushing his hand over the words, better now to say this before he keeps it inside for too long. He already regrets not saying this to him when he was alive.

" How many of these have we attended for our fallen? Now look at you, dumbass. Right there with them, tell Petra I said hi when you see her. "

His last chance to say this all know, because whatever God out there knows that Levi wouldn't visit Erwin's grave again after this. For the small grudge he'd hold against himself for using the syringe on Armin.

" I followed you into the fire, made it out with a few scrapes. Though you were burned, still had the guts to carry on more bravely than me. . .even make a choice with that odd line. ' What if there is humanity outside the walls. ' Or some shit like that, and then I realized, and knew. . .that was how you were plundering your dreams and leading those crying brats to hell. "

Unbeknownst to the captain, he wasn't alone. Just standing from afar, was another grieving heart. Armin Artlet, another soul wanting to say an unspoken peace to their old commander. But ended up seeing Levi there before him.

" It's not fair you know, Erwin. Or that just might be me being selfish right now, yeah sounds like it. A biased opinion, since I fucking loved you and didn't have the guts to say it. Wanna know why? Cause I'm a coward. Since people I love keep leaving me in ways like this, death. Am I that detestable that death is the only way out? Gotta be, shitty way to go if you ask me, but probably your only way. Call it a curse, I guess. Sadly shit like this happens in the fucked world. I didn't even want to use it on Artlet, but you made your choice. So I had to make mine, fucking bastard. "

Now that was a surprise to the little eavesdropper in the back, covering his mouth with his hand to not make a sound. Azure eyes bugging out of his head as the captain droned on. Armin himself wasn't even sure why he was saved, wouldn't Erwin have been a better pick? The power of the titan wasted on him, that's how it sounded. On the bright side, the colossal titan was in their arsenal with Eren's titan. Just with the wrong user in Artlet's mind.

" It's not fair, you asshole. You get your peace, and leave me behind in this hell with a bunch of brats! Yes, they can pull their own weight. But you're not leading them anymore, instead it's gonna be someone else who can't live up to your name. All because I got emotional and saved that runt, when I knew, even with Hanji, that you were the better pick! A massive fuck up on my end, but then a small lived victory right? We have another titan ready to fight for us when needed. But I want you here! It's not fair, you trusted me to do the right thing with that weird liquid, and I don't know if I did! I promised myself that I'd follow you wherever, why did you have to go somewhere I can't go yet?! You and your stupid gambles, well make one with the devil down there and win, come back goddamn it! "

At this point, Levi was screaming to a grave on the verge of tears. From standing to dropping on his knees, the turned up dirt from a freshly dug hole in the ground was staining his pants. Giving him the feelings of touching the underground floors, though this time he didn't care. Fighting back an attack of tears, his hands digging into the soil and gripping it. Dirt being trapped in his fingernails, a fierce look on his face with a few stray falling tears from his eyes.

" I promise you, I'll make that sonva bitch pay. Along with aiding in to see that your final goal, your final dream is fulfilled. Even if I have to die to make that happen. "

It was a footstep, and the use of sharp senses that brought Levi out of his moment. Spinning around quick as could be, just to be met with a crying, tear stained face of one of his cadets. This was Levi's moment of vulnerability, being seen by Armin as if privacy wasn't a thing. Though now, the man couldn't hold it against the boy, dusting off himself to be free of the dirt and grime. Levi sent Armin a small glare, no words have been spoken yet, and not one really knew what to say.

" Captain . . . I'm sorry, but you should have us--. "

" Can it brat, I dunno how much you heard, and I hate repeating myself. But I'll make an exception, Erwin made his choice. I acted on it, now you might have to step up to bat. "

Levi's words drew a small gasp from Armin, making him want to roll his eyes.

" No one can live up to be Erwin, but I trust that you know what you're doing. Don't make me regret saving you now. "

" Y-Yes sir! But can I ask a question? "

That made a brow raise on Levi's face, a sign for Armin to carry on with what he was saying. The boy had to take a deep breath to even get the first word out. It almost made Levi scoff at a time like this.

" Y-You l-love Commander Erwin, sir? Is-Is that true? "

The stuttering fool really had the balls to ask. The captain almost looked impressed, but at the same time angered somewhat.

" Yeah, I loved him, Artlet. A main factor playing on in why I wanted to use the syringe on him. But something happened during it, like I said. Don't make me regret it. "

All he got was a frantic nod from the other blonde, even a salute for some reason. Levi responded with his own nod back, figuring now that his time alone with Erwin was up. Looking behind him at that grave, he sighed, his eyes narrowing somewhat.

' Don't worry, Erwin. You won't be along for long, I said I'd follow you right? Into that same fire I'll soon be going. '

He whispered out, making his way to leave now. Going as far as to pat a startled Armin on the shoulder. His own line echoing inside his head to help cope with this, just tweaked a bit this time.

' Plunder all your dreams, and lead those crying brats to victory. In his name. '

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