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argisthebulwark · 3 years ago

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im just thinking abt the big grumpy listener, one night is starting to freak out bc they realize that they have a big responsibility as the listener, but they know nothing about it and also know that everyone just hates them because they're a dick to everyone. Cicero is there in the room with them and the listener hates to show any sort of vulnerability so they're trying to get Cicero to leave by at first going like "just go away" and "leave me alone" to flat out insults because they're slowly losing it more and more until they just break down in front of him and Cicero just hugs them. The listener at first doesn't hug him back until he starts to let go in which case they just pull him closer and sob into his shoulder.

aaaAAAAA i started making an actual oc. not sure if they’ll be the listener or guild master yet but i am slowly overcoming my fear of being cringe. i may end up making the listener and using this one shot as part of their story but we just don’t know.

cicero/gender neutral listener

it’s 2 am and i used a lot of my own experiences with mental illness. please do not read if that could be triggering for you. it mostly relates to panic attacks, sensory issues, pushing people away, and feelings of self loathing.

“It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s fine. You’re fine.”

They repeated the mantra as if in a trance. It felt like the world was crashing down around them but no one else was noticing. The walls felt too tight. The could feel every part of their clothes touching their skin. Everything felt too much, too much all at once and they couldn’t hold it in anymore.

The Listener. The leader. The Dragonborn. Too many titles, too many responsibilities, not enough answers. There wasn’t anyone to turn to. The last Listener was dead and buried just like the last leader of the Brotherhood. They didn’t even know the last time a Dragonborn had walked Nirn. They were all alone with no one to question.

“It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s fine. You’re fine.”

They clutched their head in their hands, leaning forward until they were curled in on themself. There was no one to turn to, no one to ask for help. Everyone hated them. They were too rude to the others in the Brotherhood who had survived. They were too short with everyone around them, too wrapped up in their own issues to care about anyone else’s. It felt like they were going to implode and no one would care. No one would care and it was all their own fault.

“Listener?”

The jester’s voice broke the rhythm of the Listener’s mantra. They glared up at him, the new target of their malice. It always felt good to scrape up every ounce of pain and self hatred and fling it onto someone else, maybe they could stop hating themself long enough to figure something out.

“Get out.” They snarled and Cicero paused in the doorway. He noticed the way they were curled up on the ground pressed securely into the corner of the room. Their desk was overturned, paperwork and plans flung in every direction from their outburst. The pity they saw in his face only fanned the rage and hatred consuming the Listener.

“Cicero is here to serve you.” His voice was gentler, less shrill than before. The Listener wondered if he saw them as some vulnerable animal. It made them want to vomit.

“I said get the fuck out of my room.” They snapped back when Cicero silently sat down. He still stared at them with that odd mix of pity and intrigue. “Don’t you have to attend to your corpse?”

The Listener saw the quick twist in his expression but Cicero kept in whatever he wanted to say. He stared at them, sometimes tilting his head when they ordered him out or threatened him but remained seated. The Listener screamed until their throat was raw and tears covered their heated cheeks. They screamed and shouted at Cicero to get out, to leave them alone, to stop fucking looking at them like that until the last drop of anger was gone.

They felt empty. Slumped back against the wall the shame of what they’d done hit; had their first act as leader of a new Dark Brotherhood been screaming themself hoarse at the Keeper? The tears kept flowing as the self-loathing filled in little crack in their mind, the cold fingers of numbness already tightening around their chest.

They weren’t fine. Nothing was fine. They’d been granted some of the most respected positions in Skyrim. What a waste of a title.

The Listener didn’t hear Cicero move. Their eyes stayed closed, praying that he’d left them to wallow in the misery they’d created. Pressing the heels of their hands into their eyes the Listener let go of their control. The ugly sobs filled the room until there was no more room to think, no coherent thoughts, just the horrible release of emotional pressure.

Two arms wrapped around the Listener and shocked them. They knew who it was, of course. Cicero hugged his Listener even when they stiffened against his hold, that horrible knee-jerk reaction to push people away.

“I am here to help you, my Listener.” Cicero’s voice was still controlled, something the Listener wasn’t used to. He was so calm, still handling the Listener as if they could break at any second. A dozen insults popped into their head but for the first time, the Listener held their tongue.

Cicero held the Listener for what felt like hours. They remained stiff, two parts of their minds at war - one screaming for him to get off of them while the other, quieter part begged for him to keep caring. Their body shook with the force of their sobs but they couldn’t hold it in anymore. Cicero still kneeled in front of them, holding them when they could do nothing but cry.

The Listener felt it. Cicero leaned back, retracting his touch. The vile part of their brain reveled in the feeling as if it was proof he hated them, more reason to hate themself. The Listener tried to shove that part away and lunged for Cicero, refusing to lose his touch.

Their fall onto the stone floor was not graceful or silent or anything that assassins should be. It was messy and loud, smacked elbows and tangled legs but they couldn’t lose him. Cicero allowed the Listener to crawl back into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder until his uniform was soaked with tears.

It felt like Cicero was their only anchor in sanity. The Listener clung to him and wept for what could’ve been days. They dug their hands into his uniform and cried until there was nothing left other than the empty, heavy exhaustion. Cicero stayed there, hugging the Listener and allowing them to cry and scream into his shoulder until they fell asleep.

The Listener awoke in their own bed. Their head pounded when they sat up in search of water. Their eyes were swollen and itchy, shame punching them in the gut when they remembered the night before. They had to explain to Cicero, make some excuse for their behavior before everyone else found out.

Cicero’s feet were propped up on the end of the Listener’s bed. He had dragged their chair away from the destroyed desk and fallen asleep in it sometime during the night. The Listener settled back into their bed still surprised that he’d stayed. His hat dipped lower on his forehead while he snored, still in his wrinkled uniform.

The Listener would find a way to thank him. They drew the blankets back up to their chin being careful not to disturb his feet. When they fell back into an uneasy sleep they were still thinking about his words, the genuine care when he held them.

I am here to help you, my Listener.

#cicero skyrim #skyrim #asks #anon #writing #this is legit what i say to myself every time i have a uhhh panic/anxiety attack #it really helps #but i drew on my own mental illness a lot so please don't read if that is triggering

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taschamonnii · 3 years ago

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Imagine This - Sink

You x Leigh Shaw (Sorry For Your Loss - Elizabeth Olsen)

Angst/Fluff

Summary: Anonymous asked:

TW!

Would you be able to write a Leigh Shaw x reader where the reader struggles to eat and Leigh comforts them?

It's totally fine if that goes too far and you feel uncomfortable writing this

You are married to Leigh Shaw and life has been pretty good but everyone has bad days luckily you are not alone and Leigh is the most supportive caring wife.

TW: Eating Disorder, Struggling to eat, mental illness, depression, anxiety

Here is the title song: Suffocate by James Quick & Lauren Sanderson

Specifically “Can I justify the days I barely eat, If I starve until my cheeks can’t help but sink? How deep can I go ‘till it’s too deep? If you hear me start to choke, please reach for me.”

Read On Ao3

AN: I loved writing this thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it. I tried not to make it too triggering to folks who struggle to eat but please read with your own mental health in mind.

Word Count: 3,028

Imagine This:

The day seemed to really drag on. There was nothing particularly good or bad about the day but you just felt off. Your motivation was lacking and you just felt low. Sadness over nothing, in particular, was seeping into your bones. You figured maybe it was hormones and tried to keep up your routines. You pushed through the day looking forward to dinner time. Leigh has been out of town all week at a writing thing with Drew but everyday she has face-timed you for dinner and you eat together and talk about the things you usually would if she was home. You miss her like crazy but she is trying to get her book published and you couldn’t be more proud.

Married life with Leigh has been the best part of your life. You met her at a grief group two years ago and she changed your life. When your wife died in a terrible car accident four years ago you were certain that you would never love again and for sure no one could ever love you but Leigh was different. Your wife had been your high school sweetheart and was one of the only people who could handle your depression, anxiety, and your eating disorder. You are alive today because of your wife. When she died a part of you died with her you fell off the recovery wagon and lost a lot of weight really fast. Your sister-in-law was the only reason you managed to pick yourself back up enough to join a grief group and start your healthy relationship with food again. That is when you met Leigh.

Leigh was not like the rest of the grief group; she was real and honest and raw. You quickly became friends with her and the only other widow who was your age, Becca. You became really close with Leigh and it seemed like overnight you went from friends to more and something about it just made sense.

You never thought you would love again let alone marry again. Now you are happily married and though both you and Leigh sometimes struggle you are both there for each other and understand what the other is going through. Your relationship with food and exercise has never been better thanks to Leigh and she has never been so in touch with her own feelings. You both agreed not to think too hard about it all neither one of you was religious so it is easier to think that maybe life was just giving you both a break since you have both been dealt some shit cards.

You are going through emails at work when your cell rings with Leigh’s ringtone. “Hello, beautiful. What’s up?”

“Hi love, I’m at lunch and well I thought I’d call you while I can since I have to cancel our dinner call tonight.”

“What why?”

“Drew and I are having dinner with a publisher. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that is great! No, don't apologize, Leigh, I'm excited for you! I know how long of a journey writing this book has been and I just know people are going to love it.”

“Thanks, y/n. I miss you. Ugh, I have to go, fingers crossed, this publisher wants it so I can come home tomorrow. I love you y/n!”

“I am sure they will buy it! I miss you too, be safe. I love you too. Oh and text me when you can!”

“I will! Love you, bye!”

“Love you, bye!”

You hung up and let out a heavy sigh. You were happy for Leigh but you also missed her. The rest of the day dragged on. By the time you get home, you are exhausted. The motivation to cook yourself dinner and actually eat it was beyond lacking. You wanted to go to bed, you wanted to cry and you were not entirely sure why. Instead, you forced yourself to stick to your routines. You completed a workout cleaned up around the house in hopes that Leigh would be home tomorrow. You got into comfy clothes and then found yourself repeatedly opening the fridge and cabinets trying to decide what to make yourself for dinner.

The more you open the fridge and think about what you could eat the more the tears begin to well up in your eyes. You know you should be hungry but you aren’t. You quickly turn on your music to try and distract your mind but shuffle has decided to instead aid your mental breakdown as the familiar sad song sink begins to play and you feel the tears escape your eyes.

The second the first teardrop falls from your cheek you take a shaky breath. You are exhausted and angry that you are struggling right now with food when it has been so long since you had an episode. You curse to yourself “I hate this I hate you why do I have to struggle with eating it’s just food! It’s just fucking food!”

The tears are now rolling down your cheeks faster than you can blink them away. Soft sobs leave your lips as you decide to just make mac n cheese because you already know you won't be able to chew for a long time without wanting to spit the food out. You get all the things you need out through your blurry teary eyes. The tears just won't stop and you are over trying to stop them. You get the stupid food done and sit down on the couch and turn on an old sitcom hoping it would bring you comfort and make eating easier. It doesn’t. Your mind races and all the things that make eating difficult for you swirl in your mind louder than the show. You take a bite of the food and quickly chew it forcing yourself to swallow. More tears fall from your eyes as a loud sob leaves you.

You are sobbing so loudly that you don’t hear the front door open and the familiar jingle of keys. You are lost in your mind battling the voices that are telling you to throw the food away. You are crying so hard that it takes a full 2 minutes to hear your own name coming from the person that is wrapped around you. Once your brain catches up to your body and you realize you are being held by Leigh you sink into the embrace.

“Leigh?”

You question through a sob.

“Yes y/n. I’m here. Can you please take deep breaths with me?”

You nod your head in agreement and try to focus on the feeling of Leigh breathing while holding you tight to her chest. You realize then that the bowl of food is no longer in your hands and you grab at Leigh’s shirt and instantly feel a sense of relief fill you. You sighed out in relief as your body finally calmed down. You moved to face Leigh but kept yourself in her embrace. “I’m sorry Leigh.”

“Hey, no we don’t apologize and feel bad when we are struggling, we talk through it. What happened?”

“That’s just it. I am not sure. After you called the day just became exhausting but I was good. When I came home I stuck to the routine, I worked out but when it came to choosing food, I just lost it and started crying and that just made me more upset because it has been so long. I thought I was doing so well.”

“You are doing really well, y/n. We talked about this, bad days are going to happen and I am proud of you for fighting to stay strong. A year ago you would have gone straight to bed instead you worked out and managed to make food and it looks like you even got a couple of bites in. That is huge y/n.”

Your gaze fell to your hands still tightly clinging to Leigh’s t-shirt. You feel terrible, you are exhausted and feel weak for having a bad day.

“Look at me y/n,” Leigh held both your cheeks in her hands and gently pulled your face up to look at her, “I am so proud of you.”

She leaned closer and pressed her lips to your forehead then each cheek and then your chin. You melted into the softness letting her words sink in and push the bad thoughts out. You moved to capture her lips in a desperate kiss. You kissed her with all the love you could give her trying desperately to say thank you with your lips. Thank you for loving me, for knowing me, for being you. You thought to yourself. You pressed closer as she melted into the kiss hoping she could feel how much you loved her.

She pulled back slowly and rested her forehead against your “I love you too, y/n. I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Leigh so much. Wait,” you pulled back, “why are you home?”

She brushed some of your hair back behind your ear and smiled. “I was hoping to surprise you. I tried to get home before dinner but traffic was crazy. Anyway, surprise! I'm home!”

You lightly tapped her shoulder with your dominant hand and kept your other holding the end of her shirt. “Leigh, I can see that you are home. Now tell me what happened?”

Her smile grew. “Well, Sorry for Your Loss is being published!”

You could feel how big your own smile was the second she said those words. “Leigh, that is incredible! You are incredible! I can’t wait to have my own signed hard copy!”

You were so proud and happy for Leigh you couldn’t contain yourself. She has been writing this book about grief and her experience for so long and it is beautiful and real and finally, the world is going to see it. You quickly squeezed her close in a tight hug. She squeezed you back with soft laughter falling from her lips. “I have to breathe y/n.”

You loosened your grip around her but kept her in your arms “I know I’m just so happy for you! We should celebrate!”

“We can celebrate tomorrow. I don't want to push you.”

You shook your head “no Leigh I’m not letting my head win I want to celebrate how amazing my wife is.”

She smiled softly “We can celebrate here at home. Why don’t we order in and celebrate just you and I and then this weekend we can go out with everyone to celebrate more? Please I’m tired and I missed you.”

You know what Leigh is doing. She is making it about her instead of the fact that you were literally breaking down when she got home. You sigh knowing that you won’t win this argument. You also know Leigh is right if you went out tonight you might have another breakdown.

Her hand caressing your cheek pulls you out of your thoughts. “Please y/n.”

Her eyes are so loving that you find yourself nodding in agreement. “Okay fine, but we are definitely celebrating this weekend. I am so proud of you Leigh! I want to scream it out the windows.”

She laughed as she shook her head “I’d prefer if you are going to scream it be other things but food first.”

Her smirk is pure evil and you can feel your entire face and neck heat up the deep red blush taking over your skin. She quickly pecked your lips before she stood up. “I missed that blush. Now, I’m gonna go change and call for the usual. You throw that away and pick a movie.”

She pointed at the now dry mac n cheese before turning towards the bedroom. You quickly cleaned up your now gross dinner and chose a movie. You settled onto the couch with a pile of blankets just as Leigh returned in a big t-shirt and her sleep shorts. You soaked her in not even caring that she was watching you stare. “Damn I missed you. Did you get more beautiful?”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head but her smile and blush were clear as day. She moved to her bags at the front door and pulled out a bottle of champagne. Your smile fell from your lips. Leigh probably had a cute plan for tonight but had to come home to your mental breakdown instead. Guilt and shame seep into your bones as negative thoughts begin to swirl in your mind. Thoughts of how much you don’t deserve Leigh, how she deserves so much better. You feel your vision fade the world in front of you a haze as you pick at your cuticles mindlessly. You feel numb, your mind is telling you that you ruin everything and all you want to do is curl up in a ball but you can’t seem to move.

The pop of the champagne bottle in the kitchen startles you out of your head and you try to shake it off so you don’t ruin things more. You take a deep breath and force a smile hoping that faking it till you make it will work. Leigh enters with two glasses of champagne and a soft smile. She hands you a glass and you take it. She takes a seat next to you and you both turn to face each other. You smile “Leigh I am so proud of you, I know it wasn’t easy to write but you did it and you created a masterpiece about grief and love and it, no, you are truly amazing. Cheers to you for being absolutely incredible.”

You moved to clink your glass with hers but she stopped you. “I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you. So, cheers to the most supportive wife ever.”

Your smile softened as she clinked her glass with yours. You both took a drink and your body automatically reacted to the fizzy liquid craving more in hopes that the effect of the alcohol would clear your mind. “Hey, y/n slowdown.”

You quickly pulled the glass away from your lips and set the glass down on the coffee table. “Sorry, Leigh.”

She set her glass next to yours and turned back to you. Her hands came up to push your hair back behind your ears. She kept her hands there softly holding your face. “Talk to me, what is going on in that pretty head of yours?”

A sigh escapes you, you feel defeated like you just keep ruining everything. You close your eyes as you feel the tears welling up once again and it makes you frustrated that you are about to cry again. “Hey, it’s okay y/n.”

“No, it’s not. I ruin everything. You brought champagne home you wanted to celebrate and instead, you came home and had to console your crazy wife.”

She brushed her thumbs over your cheeks clearing the tears that escaped as you opened your eyes. “No y/n. You don’t ruin anything.”

You shake your head as your lip quivers and you fight back more tears. “Listen to me, not the voices in your head, y/n. You are my love, my everything. I love you and you make my life worth living. Hard days are going to happen but we are in this together, right?”

You glance down, her green eyes melting your heart. She lifts your chin. “Look at me. Together?”

You nod agreeing quickly under her serious stare. “Together.”

She leaned in and captured your lips in a hard kiss. You return it knowing she needs to make sure you understand. She pulls back after a moment and drops her hands from your face to your shoulders and pulls you into a tight embrace. “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too.”

She kept you in her arms and you breathed her in, calming at her familiar scent. You don’t know how long she held you like that but she only pulled away when there was a knock at the door. She pecked your cheek before going and getting the delivered food. She brought it over to the coffee table and spread the takeout containers in front of you both. You took a deep breath as you prepared to try and eat the food you usually enjoy. She turned to glance your way and noticed your hesitation. “Hey, will you give me a bite of that?”

She pointed to the container in front of you and you nodded as you picked up the container to hand it to her. She didn’t take it but instead just opened her mouth and wiggled her eyebrows. A smile took over your features in an instant. She hadn’t done this for you in so long because well you hadn’t needed her too but here she was asking you to feed her so she could then feed you like she used to like it was so natural to her. You scrunch your nose and lips as you try to contain your laughter. You quickly grabbed a fork and got some of the food on it before slowly guiding it into her mouth. She dramatically moaned out as she closed her lips around the fork and cleared it. “So good!”

She took the fork from you and scooped up a smaller portion for you, “Here try it babe it’s so good.”

You opened your mouth as she brought the food to your lips and you focused on her smile as you took the food into your mouth. You began to chew it and had to close your eyes for a second as an urge to spit it out overcame you. “Do you taste that? It’s so sweet and savory.”

You focused your attention on trying to taste it instead of the texture and sensation that stuff was in your mouth when your body didn’t want it to be there. When you finally actually tasted the food you sighed and managed to swallow it without too much of a struggle. You gave Leigh a soft smile “Thanks, Leigh.”

“Always y/n.”

A/N: I hope you liked this Anon! Again please know you are not alone sending you nothing but love and support for you to have a healthy relationship with food :) Thank you for the request. I enjoyed writing this one, it was very therapeutic.

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jishyucks · 3 years ago

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Me and You Against the World ‣ hjs

‣ genre: royalty!au, arranged marriage, female reader, pls read an!

‣ wc: 4.7k

‣ summary: "I don't understand why they judge when they don't even know you…"; in which you don't let the words of others get in the way of your relationship with Jisung

‣ warnings?: Itzy is mean in this (but it doesn't reflect how they are irl!), prejudice due to less wealth, lots of thinking

‣ an: These events are what leads to this fic but in a different 'era.' Basically, I decided to just write the ending of this fic in a rich kid au setting instead of a royal au setting and just post that,,, but since I already wrote a lot of it, I decided to post it! It can be read separately but this doesn't have a proper ending.

You can vividly remember the reactions of all the other princesses when they found out you were arranged to marry none other than Prince Han Jisung. They snickered and laughed. They blatantly shared pitiful glances, taking turns to pat your shoulder as if it could bring you a sense of comfort.

Of course, at the growing age of fourteen, you had no idea why they had been acting as so. From images and stories you received of the Prince, he seemed like someone who would be easy to get along with. So why the judgmental looks?

"They're the poorest of all the kingdoms, Y/N," Yeji pointed out, "Your kingdom is one of the richest, of course, after mine. Don't you think that's rather odd?" She traced the laces of her gloves and scoffed discourteously.

You bring the teacup up to your mouth, eyeing your friend curiously, "What do you mean by that?" You gulped, afraid that the image of your family name would be stained. It was not your choice, however, nor your parents'. You had been drawn to be last when choosing a suitor, and naturally, from the apparent reputation and wealth of the Han family, their son was the last left to be selected.

Yeji scoffed, the other princesses laughing at how naive you've been acting, "Obviously, their family's going to leech off of your family. I think your parents should rethink their decision of choosing Han Jisung as your future husband."

Shaking your head, you frowned at the meaningless words that your friend had been spitting out, "I don't think that's needed… Isn't that what we're supposed to do? Help each other out? How bad can Han Jisung be?”

Lia finally speaks up, "I heard that he rolls around the mud with their pigs."

"And… he doesn't even take a bath after doing so," Yuna budges in. She stirred the cooling tea with a miniature spoon, a smirk rising up to her lips, "Imagine how his bed smells. Rancid."

"I hear he's poor-mannered, too… that he lacks the respect a prince should need towards others," Ryujin says stiffly, "Just generally not fit to be a king. I feel bad for you, Y/N."

There was a brief silence between the six of you, the sound of Yuna's spoon tapping the sides of the cup occupying that silence. Though you felt yourself frown at the possibility that you were to be married to an ill-mannered prince, you quickly shook those thoughts out and tried your best to ignore them. You were taught never to be driven towards believing rumours or gossip in this case. Who were they to judge someone they never met? Except for Yeji, who met him through her brother.

"I ask you all not to pity me in any sort," you finally say, "Not until I've met him. Besides… those are just rumours. He could be much better than you hear." Satisfied with how you handled the situation, you straightened your back and took a long sip of your tea, mentally preparing yourself for your first meeting with the Prince.

—

Upon arriving at the valley region, the kingdom owned by the Han's, you immediately understand why your parents settled with their son. Though you were last to choose your suitor, your parents and his parents seemed to be closely acquainted, smiles on their faces and direct contact as they greeted each other. You stood back, watching the exchange begin and end, rather amused at how happy both sets of parents looked.

"I'm so happy you all arrived safely," the Queen of the valley region clasped her hands. The King nodded and let his wife continue, "And I'm so glad that our children are to be married by chance… All the other young princesses chose, while you–" She looked over your mother's shoulder and at you, "You and my precious son fell into this arrangement by fate's doing! The world wanted this."

Your mother responded by smiling fondly, "I never viewed the situation like that!" They begin to move up the stairs towards the front entryway, the knights moving along the four majesties. You followed closely behind, listening in on the conversation as you let your eyes wander around. "My mother had been upset that Y/N fell last, telling me I would not be able to choose the best," your mother began, "But I don't see any problem with that."

Compared to other castles you've visited, you could definitely see how much wealth the Hans did have. It was still very much a beautiful castle. It was well-kept and unique in build. Something drew you to it. But you couldn't exactly point out what part of it did.

"I understand your mother's perspective," the King chuckled, "No one likes being last. However, I believe that in such matter, no one is stuck with the 'worst.'"

At this point, everyone had entered the castle, and this was when you could see that the Hans were, in fact, less wealthy than the other royal families. Much of the furniture and interior decorations were quite old, almost antique, but again, it was a feature of the castle that drew you in. The outside of the castle looked much larger than the interior.

"Ah! I almost forgot," the Queen turned to look at your family, "My son is out and about exploring. We instructed him to come in time to greet you guys at the entrance but boys his age never listen." At the mention of Jisung, you almost forgot about him, causing your curiosity to rise.

"Miss Kim?"

A lady appeared from another room, hurriedly approaching the Queen with a bow, "Yes, your majesty?"

"Please escort Princess Y/N to Prince Jisung," she instructed gently, "It will be nice for them to get acquainted while we continue with our conversation about this arrangement."

Miss Kim nodded and waved you over with a motherly smile, "Let us go, Princess." You quickly bid your parents goodbye before trailing behind Miss Kim. Though her legs were short, she moved with ease, almost flying down the corridor with a constant speed. She didn't look back to see if you had still been following her as your footsteps helped her indicate your presence.

"I suspect the Prince is somewhere by the garden," she mutters urgently, "Or by the river."

"River?" you questioned. The idea of a river caused you to smile. Your family ruled the mountain region, meaning there were not many rivers to visit. A river would be a nice change in scenery. Miss Kim finally leads you out of the back of the castle, the sight of flowers taking over your line of sight.

"Prince Jisung?" she called out, "Prince Jisung?" It was rather enjoyable seeing Miss Kim run around frantically in search of the Prince. Your mind wanders back to the conversation you had with other princesses, how the Prince is ill-mannered, one who was not fit to be a king. With his absence in greeting you and your family, you're afraid that the other princesses were actually correct with this information.

"I'm over here, Miss Kim!" a voice called out, "By the pond!"

Once again, Miss Kim waved for you to follow you. You hiked up your dress and tried your best to keep up with her speed, though she still kept the same pace she previously had. She walked straight down the stone path, turning right onto another pathway, and then left, finally revealing a beautifully decorated pond.

"Ah, there you are, my prince!" Miss Kim had been blocking your view of the third presence, marching towards the pond. You let her move ahead, allowing her to approach the Prince on her own, "The Y/L/Ns are here… your mother strictly told you that you should be there to greet them."

Still a voice with no face, you hear him reply, "I'm sorry, I lost track of time… I'm feeding the fish!" There was a moment of silence as the Prince went to stand up, finally revealing the frame of his body to you. He turns to face your direction. His head was kept down as he dusted off the dirt from his pants.

"Do I have time to chan–" The Prince finally noticed you standing yards away from him and Miss Kim, causing him to halt abruptly in his words, "–ge?"

"Your parents have ordered for you two to get acquainted," Miss Kim stated, "I assume I will be the one to call you both shortly for dinner." At this, she turns to hurry back, leaving you and the Prince alone.

He bows stiffly, "Nice to meet you. I'm Jisung."

He bowed… that's a good indication of manners, right? You curtsy, "I'm Y/N."

"I know who you are," he says happily, beginning to walk back towards the main path. You follow, "You know they call you the 'Snow Princess' here? Which I don't understand because the mountains aren't always filled with snow." He looks back to see if you followed him, "Do you mind if we drop our titles with each other? We are at the same standing."

"I don't mind," you replied. You're taken aback at his apparent tendency to talk, "We are arranged to marry in a few years…."

"Well, Y/N," he begins, a bright smile on his face, "How should we begin?"

You watch as he advances forward, hands swinging carelessly, something you were taught never to do. As a princess, you were taught to cross your hands in front of you to give you a poised appearance. Jisung had a hop in his step, his posture could be straighter, and his hair was unkempt. You could already say that Yeji's brother, Hyunjin, was probably the opposite of Jisung. He kept himself tidy, he came on time to schedules and never interrupted when another was speaking. This is perhaps what Ryujin meant when she said Jisung was not fit for a king.

"How do you like to spend your time?" You questioned. You figured that this was a way to start a conversation, hoping that it would blossom into another.

Jisung hummed in thought, "If I'm not doing my studies or sleeping, I tend to spend my time here… just deep in thought." He raised his arms, presenting the garden to you.

"You don't go horseback riding? How about practicing swordsmanship?"

He shrugs, "We're short on horses right now, and my father is prioritizing the knights with the horses since they need it. As for swordsmanship, my mother wants me to wait until I'm older."

Short on horses?

"Ahhh, I understand," you nodded awkwardly, "If you ever come to my kingdom, I'll take you horseback riding! You seem like the person who would love doing it."

This sparks a feeling of joy in Jisung, a smile reflecting it, "That would be really nice! I'll look forward to that." He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his dress pants, "How about you? How do you spend your time?"

"I do studies, like you… I read, visit the village. Horseback riding, of course… suddenly I can't think once I'm asked," you laughed, "But I'm often very active and doing my duties."

"Your life sounds a lot more interesting than mine," he grins, trying to laugh the sad reality off, "It's evident in the way you can't even list all of your activities." You could see his smile start to falter, bangs falling over his forehead as he looked down at his feet.

You feel your heart stutter, and soon you're frowning. The words you had told the other princesses echoed in your head. Isn't that what we're supposed to do? Help each other out?

Reaching out, you grab ahold of his wrist. At the sudden contact, he flinched slightly before relaxing at the realization, "You're still happy, aren't you?"

He nods gently, still dwelling on the fact that even though you both stood at the same social standing, his wealth didn't amount to yours, and he couldn't help but be embarrassed. He couldn't help but feel bad you were stuck with him as a future husband when it was quite obvious you could do better.

"Then that's what matters," you say. A part of you wanted to tell him not to compare his life to others, but you stopped yourself, refraining from creating emphasis on your wealth and his supposed slight lack of it.

At your exchange of glances and sympathetic smiles, the footsteps of Miss Kim grew closer. Looking over, you see as she's waving you both over for dinner. Jisung nodded and held up a thumbs up to indicate that you both were going to follow, sending Miss Kim back to tend to the meal.

Jisung turns to once more, "Thank you, Y/N. I'll live by that."

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"So?"

Yeji, Hyunjin, and Lia sat around the table, eyeing you as if you owed them something of great importance. You stared back at them, straightening your back as you become aware of the attention on you.

"Pardon?" What is it that you needed to tell them? You didn't recall promising them any sort of information, nor did you have news to pass on.

"How was your visit to the valley region?" Lia questioned, "Was it all as they say it was?"

Yeji leaned towards you, "And Prince Jisung? Was he ill-mannered?"

You mentally bring a hand to your forehead, comprehending what it was they were expecting from you. You assume they wanted you to traduce the Han family and their kingdom. But despite the obvious difference in wealth they had from the rest of the kingdoms and the fact that Jisung lacked the training he needed as a prince, you found no problems in the Han family.

"Their castle was unique," you begin, "It was beautiful, actually." You use a fork to poke into the sliced fruit laid out on a plate, bringing it to your mouth as you wait for their reactions. As anticipated, puzzled looks rose up onto their faces, rather confused about your comment. You continue, "The interior was beautiful as well. Not as extravagant as the Hwang family's castle, but it was still a sight to look at. It was adorned with flowers.

"As for Prince Jisung," you could feel some sense of protection over him, biting back your tongue from saying rude things to those in front of you, "He's just as much a prince as Hyunjin. He's playful and carefree, is all. So I hope you all should refrain from listening to the gossip being spread about the Han family, especially since they're going to be part of my family in the future." The three of them sat back and nodded. You wished you could laugh at the embarrassed and apologetic looks on their faces, but to their eyes, that would not be very polite of you.

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It wasn't until two years later that Jisung had been actually able to visit your kingdom. Though you did enjoy visiting his kingdom and enjoying the change in scenery, having him come to yours was something you had wished for ever since you met him.

Over the past two years of getting to know each other, you had grown much closer than you initially expected. Jisung had a view on life that contrasted to yours in more ways than one, and learning of the different perspectives of the world allowed you to adopt an open mind. You believe that he made you a better princess and future Queen.

Likewise, Jisung has been able to get a taste of what a typical royal life is like through you. Though his family was still able to experience the everyday duties and privilege of being royalty, there were limitations when it came to his position. Through you, he could at least understand what other things were expected of him. As he grew physically, he grew mentally, learning to appear princely in front of others without completely stripping the playful personality he had around those close to him.

Regardless of what others did say about the Han family, the relationship between you both worked well in all sorts of ways. You would always think about what Jisung's mother had told your parents, how you both were brought together by fate, and in that sense, you guys were meant to be partners.

"Ready to ride horses?" You had a mischievous grin on your face as you pulled the boy behind you.

"Why are you smiling as if the horses could kill me?" Jisung eyed you suspiciously, genuinely afraid of what could happen next. He stumbled over his own feet as he followed you, scared yet excited.

You laughed, "I mean, they can, but they won't."

The two of you finally arrived at the stable, catching Seungmin placing the saddles onto the horses. He greeted you and Jisung with a bow before speeding up in doing his task.

"I promise you, I won't let you get hurt in any way," you say. You asked Seungmin to bring the horse out for Jisung, who refused to guide the horse without experience, "You'll get the hang of it. Watch me get on and do the same."

He nods, listening to every single syllable of your words. Setting your left foot onto the stirrup, you grab hold of the saddle and heave yourself up after a couple of bounces on your right foot. You swing your leg over your horse, Blizz, with ease, quickly making yourself comfortable on the horse.

"That… that can't be too hard…." Jisung muttered. He mirrors what you previously did, setting his foot onto the stirrup and grabbing hold of the top of the saddle. You watched as he bounces countlessly on his right foot, unable to find the right time to pull himself up.

"Do you need help, Prince Jisung?" Seungmin questioned. You almost forgot that he was standing aside because of how amused you had grown in watching Jisung.

Jisung shook his head, mentally shooing Seungmin away as he finally times everything right and heaves himself up. Forgetting to throw his leg over the horse's, Buran, body, for a brief moment, Jisung's body had been doing over the horse, hovering as his foot stuck to the stirrup.

"Sung, throw your leg over!" You exclaimed, holding back a laugh. You shouldn't even laugh, as he barely rides horses, but you couldn't help but find the situation hysterical. Jisung was close to panicking, but right when he was going to back off of the horse, he finally found the courage to build momentum to swing his leg over.

"I did it!" He gasped. Jisung shifted slightly on the saddle to make himself comfortable, a proud and bright smile on his face.

"You're a natural!" You tease. You let Blizz move closer to Buran, mirroring Jisung's smile widely, "It's actually difficult getting on horses. I'm surprised you didn't have much trouble."

"Of course," he joked, winking, "I'm me."

You playfully hit his shoulder before going over the ways he was supposed to guide his horse. He listened carefully, never seeming to blink for the next ten minutes of your brief lesson, "I won't go any faster than this." You rode circles around Jisung, keeping your attention directly on him. Judging by the expression on his face, he was nervous to begin moving, "Are you ready?"

Jisung nods confidently, gesturing for you to go ahead of him so that he can follow.

"I'm staying beside you," you told him.

You both started off slow, following a man-made path that circled your family's castle. Jisung had great control of Buran, though his knuckles were white from the grip had on its reins. You assure him that he was okay, that Buran was well trained and would not go out of control even with the most hectic of occurrences.

"Are you sure you haven't ridden before?" You questioned, "Wanna speed up a little bit?"

He nods, "Not so quick, though… I want to ease into it." You nod understandingly as you both begin to speed up. He follows you, heart pounding at the possibility that Buran would not understand his controls, "I've ridden once before, but my father was the one controlling the horse… He let me hold onto the reins, but that was about it."

"How long ago was that?"

"When I was about five."

Making plenty of rounds around the castle, you decide to divert down the path down to the edge of the town. Jisung followed you, even moving slightly ahead, "Your kingdom is beautiful, Y/N."

"I could say that about yours, Sung," you catch up to him and let your gaze fall onto Jisung. The gentle breeze softly brushed through his hair, exposing his forehead. You could tell that he was slowly growing used to the feeling of riding. You figured that speaking to him was a great distraction from the nerves.

He smiles at the mention of his home before shaking his head, "Oh hush… this is about you." He returns your gaze, snickering once he gets a proper look at you. Despite you both being on horses, the space between you both would have been considered close.

"What's so funny?"

He reaches forward and picks out a leaf that had flown into your hair, "Since when did you get so messy?" Letting the leaf fly out of his hand, he winks jokingly at you, causing you to almost fall off Blizz.

"I've always been messy," you rolled your eyes. At the sight of the town, you advanced faster, making sure that Jisung was comfortable without your guidance, "The only reason my bedroom is not cave-like is because of the caretakers."

Jisung won't say it out loud, but somehow, flaws such as this made him fall harder for you. Though you appeared to fit how princesses should be, the more he learned about you, the more he understood that you were just as human as any of those he ruled and you ruled.

"Do you want to stop by the bakery before returning to the castle?" You turned back to look at Jisung, who had chosen to fall back slightly just to catch a glimpse of you, "You can meet Mr. Yang! He'll love you!"

Jisung nodded and trailed closely behind you, ensuring that he wouldn't lose you, not that he actually would lose you. The town's buildings grew closer, the townspeople walking to and from them.

It was nice to see the attire and the architecture of those who lived in your region. Compared to Jisung's region, where people often wore sleeveless or short sleeves, the people wore longer sleeves and thin layers. Though the weather was not at all bad, he figured that they had grown used to this type of weather and generally wanted to dress warmer. The buildings were built on top of platforms that separated the actual structure from the ground, probably to avoid the permafrost during colder days.

"We're here," you turned back, noticing the awe in Jisung's expression. He shook the look off and smiled, slowing the speed of his steed just as u had, "I wonder if Jeongin is in! I've known him since I was younger."

Jisung took time to hop off his horse before dusting off his trousers to make himself look presentable. You were ensuring that the horses were tied tightly at a nearby post, waiting for Jisung to join you. Once he had done so, you both made your way into a large building, the name of the bakery on the front: Yang-Yum Bakery.

"Mr. Yang!"

"Princess! Welcome!" An older man had his head raised over the counter, a deep smile on his face, "And is this Prince Jisung?" He stood up straight and bowed, "Welcome to my bakery. Princess Y/N has told me so much about you!"

Jisung felt his ears warm up before smiling back, "Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Yang."

The baker kept the smile on his face as he moved down the counter towards his baked goods, "What would you like? It is on me today as a welcome gift to the Prince."

Jisung's eyes widened at the selection of goods, his mouth watering at how good they all looked. He could hear you thanking Mr. Yang, "Is Jeongin helping out today?"

"Unfortunately not, Princess. He's out doing errands for Mrs. Yang," Mr. Yang retorted. You nodded understandingly before turning your attention down towards the treats. You spot your favourite ones, the meringue cookies, and then the honey-bread, a close second.

"What do you want, Sung?" You questioned quietly, gesturing to Mr. Yang the two choices, "You'll probably enjoy any of them." You could see his eyes moving back and forth across the options, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"I'd like those," Jisung points towards egg tarts, "And those, please." His finger pointed towards strawberry cream croissants, a satisfied look appearing on his face.

"Coming right up," Mr. Yang smiled and prepped the baked goods for you and Jisung, tying them into a cloth bag. He pushed it towards you with a warm smile, "I hope you enjoy them all. See you, Princess. It was a pleasure to meet you, Prince Jisung." He bowed and softly waved.

You and Jisung bowed back before taking your leave. Soon you both were back outside, people still carrying out their duties. They had not noticed that you were present, which you did not really mind. It was nice not being the center of attention once in a while. And while Jisung was here, you didn't want the usual fuss that occurred when you visited the village.

Speaking too soon, a younger girl noticed your attire, immediately indicating that you were a royal. She smiled and curtsied, "Afternoon, princess."

"Afternoon," you smiled back.

At that small exchange, others followed in pursuit, also noticing the presence of the Prince next to you. And because they did recognize him, you couldn't help but take note of the fact that people were whispering, which wasn't what usually occurred when you were in town.

Upon hearing Jisung's name in their hushed remarks, your ears perked, miraculously gaining the ability to hear the words they spoke, "Isn't that the Prince of the valley? The poorer kingdom."

"Yes… you can tell just from how he's dressed."

Shaking your head, you tune out the insults being 'secretly' thrown towards Jisung, who, judging by the look on his face, could also hear them talk. It was sad how people were so quick to judge.

"This is Prince Jisung," you say confidently, "The one who I will marry in a few years' time… I ask that you respect him as much as you respect my father."

They shut their mouths, bowing to follow what you had asked of them. Jisung's gaze fell onto you, hundreds of thoughts rooted from different beliefs clashing inside his head. The people had dispersed, leaving the two of you alone.

Though you smiled at him, he couldn't help but feel bad that you had to stand up for him. Every time someone mentioned the wealth of his kingdom, he couldn't have but believed you deserved better, especially because there was a drastic difference between your family's wealth and his family's wealth.

Y/N shouldn't be going through this…

"Should we get going?" You questioned, "There are more things I want to show you." You acted so casually about such a situation that Jisung could sense that you've already been in a position. Just how many times have you stood up for him?

Though the idea should be giving him a sense of comfort, he still felt as though he should be doing something in return. Securing yourselves back on the horses, you begin making your way back to the castle. There was a short period of silence before Jisung had spoken up, "You don't need to defend me, you know. But thank you."

You glance over at him and frown, "I don't understand why they judge when they don't even know you… And as your future wife, it is my duty to defend you. Besides, if it were the other way around, you would do the same."

That night, Jisung couldn't help but let the words play over in his head. You were right. He would do the same for you, but it was because he adored you. Did this mean that you felt the same?

"Part Two"

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zoufantastical · 5 years ago

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So, about that Gabi hate...

Hey everyone! A while ago, you may have seen this post floating around

I made this pure sarcastic post as a way to show how ridiculous it sounds when people hate on this character. Made it for fun but to also let people know a different point of view or understanding of this character as she, along with most if not all of Isayama's characters, are all in a grey area. However, I got this very intelligent response that completely obliterated my whole entire post:

And this is why my post was needed folks. Cause people like this user above who clearly missed the point that Isayama really REALLY tried hard to make. Like each of the points makes no sense but lets go through each one of them since this person was so bold to post such intelligence.

"Bloodthirsty lust for Eldian devils"? Oh you mean the Eldians in Paradis? I wonder who installed that type of mindset and deep hatred on such a young child? Oh that's right! The Marleyan military and government did. As Eldians living in Marley, they are constantly discriminated and guilt tripped on the "sins" their ancestors committed. To want a better life and future, families are sacrificing their own children's LIVES so they can possibly earn the Marleyan honorable citizenship and live a better life along the line. But of course like every brain dead irrational Gabi hater, they only see her as this eldian Ted Bundy. No hun, she had TWELVE YEARS of propaganda installed in her brain and she is just NOW starting to realize all she was taught is not what reality is. Isayama, a master writer and mangaka, couldn't really make this any more obvious.

I mean, I really wasn't going to even touch this because it has no ground to stand on. This is just pure hating nonsense but I'm going to say one thing. Isayama said her design was inspired by a gender bent Eren he drew. However, aside from that, I literally see no other correlation. Everyone seem to think that that panel where she said she'll "destroy all Eldian devils" in which Eren is also in it, that she was supposed to "copy" him. No you fools. Not only was this a callback but this was a way to show how things come full circle. The consequences of war and how it affects everyone differently. Gabi, who already had this strong desire to prove herself to not only earn her cousin's titan power but to help her family's life, felt it was her duty as a Marleyan cadet to DEFEND HER COUNTRY THAT WAS BEING INVADED. Even though we as readers KNOW why it was being invaded, Gabi doesn't. She saw a full blown invasion and her friends killed for it. This is what war does. But you Gabi haters are a bunch of simpletons to see that under the surface.

I don't know why people keep obsessing over this death, but you need to get over it. Yes Sasha was a good funny character with extraordinary abilities. But Gabi did not specifically choose Sasha. Let me tell you this since people fail to understand. SASHA ALONG WITH SURVEY CORPS INVADED HER COUNTRY AND KILLED HER PEOPLE ON HER LAND IN FRONT OF HER. Granted, Hange did not even want to come but had to, so she could rescue Eren's ass. So basically Sasha for old times sake and as an order, was to come to Marley to participate. Gabi however, had NO knowledge of any of that. In the heat of the moment, full of adrenaline, she shot the first person she saw which happened to be Sasha. Her bragging to Nicolo, was her assuming he would be proud as a Marleyan himself. Gabi did NOT know about the relationship between them and did NOT know that Nicolo switched sides. Gabi also did NOT know who the hell was Kaya and that she was adopted (and rescued) by Sasha's parents, who happened to be the girl she killed.

See above points 1,2,3 for reference.

I don't know why this person included Reiner in this but given how they hate Gabi, I'm not surprised they also hate her big cousin. Reiner is mentally ill. We as readers see and know this. His friends and family don't seem to notice. Killing all those people, in which Reiner was also installed the Marleyan propaganda as a child soldier, took an extremely heavy toll on him (as well as the rest of the Warriors). Reiner grew up unappreciated by his Marleyan father and emotionally manipulated by his mother (although she had her reasons to be that way it doesn't exclude on what she did). Reiner dealt with split personality disorder as a coping mechanism and is dealing with extreme depression. He is motivated once more only to rescue his cousin and Falco and because his hometown was invaded. I mean, Isayama spent time and time to develop Reiner as a fleshed out character. The least you can do is appreciate and acknowledge this. It was planted since chapter 50s and/or 60s (season 2 of the anime).

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Hopefully I had covered everything.🙄 While I have a feeling that this person will not change their ways and will continue to blindly hate this character, which was created to represent the consequences of war on children, I will hope I have educated those few of you who read this. If you did, please reblog! Will mean a lot to me!

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a-grounder-from-the-sky · 5 years ago

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SKAM España: Long Ass Analyses S02 E10 C3.

Oooh boi! I dont even know how many times I've watched that clip. Guys this two make me feel so much, one clip I'm exited the other I'm confused and then disappointed, mad, sad, happy, sad again, happy again, frustrated, all that at the same time... oof SKAM does that to you. Glad that I discovered this amazing Universe through these two beautiful girls. I wish I could watch this clip for the first time.

Vale ¡ Empezamos !

PARALLEL ! I love parallels. Cris is impatiently waiting for JoJo like "Where's my baby at !" With a beautifully well wrapped little package. One of the first thing that came into my mind was, Cris is waiting Joana the same way Joana waited for her In Perdóname. This time, Cris doesn't wait for Joana to come back she takes matters into her own hands and go to her. We love a confident Cris.

After a little while Joana finally comes into view, and I swear when her eyes locked with Cris, I saw a little rictus form on her lips or I'm wrong and just saw what I wanted to see. But whatevaaah, I know despite the face and the attitude she was giving, Joana was happy to see Cris but she had a role to maintain which was Joana "doesn't love Cris" Bianchi.

My baby Cris politely said Hola with the sweetest voice ever and JoJo was like "Bitch what is you want ?" I wanted to slap her but reminded myself that she was playing a role. But luckily, Cris does not let her tone affect her and gives Jo the pretty package saying "Here love of my life I bought you a gift", I am so proud of how well Cris is handeling the situation, very calm and composed.

Joana roughly unwrap the gift and TADAAAH a book ! Dangerous Liaisons. This book is the centre piece of this season 'cause it's a reflection of Cris and Joana's relationship I mean even the title screams CROANAAA! Dangerous Liaison. As in harsh/complicated/challenging relationship. A bumpy ride don't forget your seatbelt and I feel like it can also be apply for us, the fans, and how their relationship affected us, well at last for me. I mean I haven't had a proper 8 hour sleep in more than a month because of these two, they keep me awake, cause it's or I'm to worry to sleep or I'm to happy. Like... dude ! what is this. I'm having a dangerous liaisons with SKAM España.

Alright carry on.

When Joana sees the book she's like "I already read it, thank you next"

But Cris won't back down and says "Nope, not this one open it"

And BOOOOOOM ! Just like that mi Corazon was hit. I had to pause the video cause I became La Llorona I needed to catch my breathe and to stop my eyes from watering 'cause I couldn't see shit.

I was so not expecting it which made it 100 times better. Funny 'cause it reminded me of when Joana wrote down "Perdóname(I'm sorry)", and did you know that "I'm sorry" and "I love you" are two of the most hard phrases to say to someone ? (-> Needs verification but I'm sure I'm right).

So Cris wrote it down cause you know it's easier then saying it (little advise, when you need to say something to someone but you can't do it cause it's hard, write it down and give it to them. It helps.) And we know that she's not good with saying big and heavy words like I love you.

Cold Joana is still playing hard to get and says "Why now ?" I think she responded like that cause she didn't want to believe it you know ?

Cris answers that because it's the truth, to my surprise Cris says it out loud this time "I love you biiiiish I ain't never gonna stop loving you biiiish", while looking at Joana in the eyes. So proud my baby girl is growing, and being fearless about her feelings. Go girl ! Express yourself. Cris confesses never having said it to anyone but she wanted to tell her at least once even if Joana doesn't love her anymore( rolling my eyes at the biggest lie that I've ever heard but whatevaaah I'll ignore it for now but this needs to be rectify soon). She was so cute and being all shy while saying that. "I know you don't love me anymore but I do love you now and that's all that matters" We love that glow up.

Joana is like "Da fuck girl I told you I didn't love you because I wanted you to stay away from me and you're doing the opposite"

And to scare and push away Cris, Joana tells her that "You don't know what you are getter yourself into, I'm a fucking kinder suprise, I'm very impredictible" which Cris answer by "Reallyyy ! I love Kinder Suprise !" And adds "Please bitch ! like I haven't notice. Since I've met you feels like I'm on a rollercoaster, so tell me something I don't know"

So Joana keeps on going

"I can be really cool in the morning and a dickhead on the afternoon."

Cris: "Okay. Not even scared"

Joana:"Don't want you to have to deal with me."

Cris:"my decision not yours to make."

Frustrated-Joana-cause-Cris-doesn't-back-down:" The reason I was in the hospital is because I got extremely angry at my parents and threaten them to kill myself and almost did it"

Cris: "..............huuum.......... Nope. Still here. Keep 'em coming I won't move"

Joana: "...... Da fuck woman." I loved Joana's face when she realised that no matter what she said Cris wasn't going to Change her mind.

Cris: "I👏🏽AM👏🏽NOT👏🏽GOING👏🏽TO👏🏽RUNAWAY(No voy a salir corriendo). Stick this into your head woman."

And my heart was hit again.

And so was Joana's heart. Look at her face my baby is speechless.

Everything was perfect we got another glimpse at Joana's MI (mental illness). She loves Cris so much that she opened up a bit more to know what was Cris getting herself into, so if she wanted to back down she could even if it meant for Joana to lose Cris. But Cris was like "Nope, you don't get it do you ? I want you. And everything that comes with it. The whole package and if that means having to deal with your MI than so be it, cause it's a part of who you are. And I want ALL OF YOU."

Oh boi so beautiful.

But Joana is stubborn. Bitch stop fighting and accept the love that is giving to you. She says that right now she feels good but tomorrow she doesn't know, same for all the other next days. Which Cris replies with "Alright why the hell is you talking about tomorrow ?? How about we take it slow and think about today. Or better live in the minute. Minuto a minuto"-> OG SKAM fans must have been very happy.

New concept for Joana feels like she never thought about it. This should be known by everyone, live in the moment 'cause you might not be there tomorrow, so live as if there were no tomorrow, cause it's not just another day that you gain but it's also another day that you loose so don't waste time my friends and live minute by minute.

To ease the mood Cris propose Joana if it's possible for her to stand still for 60sec, Joana accepts the challenge and for about 10sec they are looking at eachother with smile on their faces like love birds being all cute and everything, when Cris says "Well look at that 10sec already ! No bombe has exploded that's a good start."

Well that ladies and gents is a rare species called a "Smiling Joana" haven't been seen in ages and need to be protected at all cost enjoy. She's so beautiful.

Cris thinking that she can't help anyone is beyond me cause she can brighten any situation. She's the friend and the Novìa that everyone wants.

Hugs, touching heads, kisses foreheads, staring at eachother, and hug again. And my heart can't take it. While this beautiful song by Bruno Major - Just the same, plays in the back ground. The way SKAM España picks up song is amazing always suits the moment.

I know a lot of you wanted a kiss. Understandable. But in that situation I feel like it was not needed. I've read a comment that says that Cris didn't kissed her cause Joana was so hesitant in even stepping close to her. All the caring look, hug, forehead kisses all that, was better than a kiss. So proud of Cris cause she did exactly with Joana what the girl squad did with her on the previous Clip, she showed how much important to her Joana was.

I'm going to let the lyrics of that part of the clip analyse that last paragraph. Take it as Cris' point of view you saying "Doesnt matter what happen, I'm going to be there for you, love." And you know what ? I'm crying rn 'cause this is beautiful.

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🎵So do your worst to me. Test my loyalty. I will pass with distinction of first degree. I lost my mind to you. Somewhere down the line that you drew. But I only have myself to blame. 'Cause I'd still love you just the same🎵

I personally couldn't have ask for a better reunion. And the more clips we get the more I'm having a hard time telling myself that this season and Cris' story will come to an end.

Aaaaaalriiight that was a long ass analysis hope y'all didn't fell asleep in the middle, I won't blame you and if you are still here, thank you for reading everything. I personally didn't think this clip needed an analyses cause everything was pretty clear pero bue. I did it cause it helps me.

Hasta luego amigxs.

#cris #croana #joana #skam #skamespaña #cris and joana #crisandjoana #love is love #skam españa #cris soto #crisana #cris x joana

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fictional-scenarios · 7 years ago

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omg i love your blog! can you write a scenario where serial killer!kuroo kidnaps this girl and tries to kill her but ends up falling in love with her?? it's okay if you don't feel comfortable writing this!

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY

under the cut for length! mobile users if you wanna read hmu and ill send you an alternate link!

i love this request so damn much… i might even continue it if i get the motivation huehuehuehue -mod cassie

TW: KIDNAPPING

You should have known something was wrong the moment you walked out your front door. All your life you’d heard the stories, heard the tips. Don’t go out past midnight. Especially not alone. But, you were never one to exactly follow the rules. The night was cool, the stars were out, and your phone was at 100%. Just one quick trip around the block was enough to help tire you out, and what could go wrong? It was only 1 am, after all.

Even at 100%, your phone proved to be utterly useless when the screen was shattered by a heavy boot. You barely had time to register what was happening. One minute you were looking down at it, choosing a song to listen to, and the next two strong arms were wrapped around your waist and your phone was ripped from your hands then stomped on. After the shock was replaced by instinct, you fought as hard as you could. As one of those arms moved and your mouth was covered with a gloved hand, you kicked and writhed and ripped at the arms of your attacker. Your efforts were fruitless, however, and in an instant you were pulled into the darkness in what you guessed was an alleyway.

Feeling the ground move beneath your feet against your will was horrifying. You were being moved at a rapid pace and you could barely even breathe, still trying to tear at your attacker’s skin but finding nothing but thick cloth. Panic made your heart thrash in your chest as you still tried to get away, but whoever had you was certainly strong. Seconds later, still kicking and squirming, you were pulled into a what looked to be a desolate backyard. You were thrown to the ground hard, and it knocked the wind out of you just long enough for your attacker to rip open a pair of double doors settled in the ground. For just a moment you could roll onto your stomach and you almost kicked off the ground into a sprint, but they grabbed your ankle and you let out a deafening shriek. No one came to your aid. the building directly at the end of the backyard didn’t even stir, not one light turning on at your cry for help.

Once again the ground moved beneath your body and you were hauled from grass, over a hunk of what felt like metal, and then you met air. You were falling, trying to grab anything on your way down, but you soon hit hard cement. In your haze, looking up, you could see the figure standing above the top of the doors before they slammed shut, and your eyes became too heavy to keep open.

Waking up with what felt like the world’s worst hangover was not a pleasant experience, and if not for the fact that you were already on the ground you’d have fallen over. Your head lolled against a hard wall, the rough material scraping at the back of your pounding head. Though your eyes were blurry, the ceiling light feeling like a knife to your eyes, you squinted through the pain and took in your surroundings.

From what you could gather, you were in a basement. The walls were a simple grey-blue, the ground white and a dull hanging light bulb illuminating the room. A set of hardwood stairs were straight ahead, leading to what you guessed was the first floor of whatever house you were in. You made an attempt to move from your upright position, but quickly found you couldn’t move your hands. If not for the fact that you’d probably cracked your skull open from the fall, you would have panicked at realizing your hands were cuffed to something behind your back. Instead, you shut your eyes tight and tried to piece together the last memories you could before blacking out.

Leaving your building. Listening to ‘The Wolf’ over and over again. Grabbed. Dragged away. Thrown.

You opened your eyes, gasping.

Kidnapped.

Finally your situation seemed to sink in, your headache only growing in size as you began to struggle against your binds. Your eyes filled with tears, body thrashing. You were going to die.

Given your hands were stuck, you couldn’t wipe away the tears that slipped down your cheeks. They burned your skin as they moved down your face and dripped off your chin. Your head hung, shoulders shaking. Oh god, how had this happened?

Your attention was abruptly grabbed when the sound of a door being opened echoed among the walls. Head snapping up, the sound of footsteps coming down the heavy stairs sounded and you couldn’t help but press back against the wall, curling on yourself.

“So, how’s my favorite new friend doing?” You cringed at the impossibly cheery voice that could be heard as your kidnapper drew closer. You could see his boots, then his knees, his waist, shoulders, then finally his head ducked into view. “Your head was quite a mission to patch up but hey, that’s all the fun, isn’t it?”

He seemed to be a very young adult. Black hair, a mostly black outfit. His eyes were a shimmering gold even under the poor excuse of a light source. However, what made you shiver was his smile. It was sly, catlike, and menacing. He was staring at you like you were his next meal.

As you tried to squirm away from him, turning your head to the side, he knelt in front of you and clicked his tongue before taking your chin between his thumb and finger and roughly forcing you to look at him.

“I’m going to warn you,” He said, narrowing his eyes. They, too, were almost feline. “Don’t take me lightly. I can give you a whole lot of hurt.”

“Oh god.” You sobbed, fighting the urge to rip away from him. He just sighed and lowered his head.

“You girls always take me the wrong way.” The man stood from you and rubbed his arm, walking to a counter on the far side of the room without a care in the world. “See, you always assume the absolute worst. I only hurt when I have to.”

“What do you want?” You croaked. He looked at you form the corners of his eyes.

“I’m not sure yet.” The man turned towards you, leaning off on one arm propped on the counter. “I’ll think of something fun for us.”

You hung your head again. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

“Didn’t I just say I only hurt when I have to?”

“Then what counts as when you ‘have’ to?”

He hummed, considered your question for a few moments. “Whatever I choose, I guess.” With your head hung you couldn’t see him look you up and down. “Like for instance, I could cut into you for not listening to me.”

A small cry left you, body shaking as you tried to hold yourself together even in this awful situation. His footsteps drew closer and like before, he was sitting just before you. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him, staring down at your lap and mentally kicking yourself for not being to stop yourself from crying and shaking. It was so embarrassing having him just sit there and watch you break down.

Eventually he did stand up and thankfully walk away, only to stop a few feet in front of you.

“I’ll be back soon with food. You should know it’s in your best interest to eat when served.”

With that, he thudded up the stairs and the light went out, leaving you sore and crying in total darkness.

You assumed it was morning by now, or at least the next day. Without a window, you couldn’t be too sure but when the door swung open and those footsteps came to stir you from your previous sleep, leaving you dreary when your attacker appeared from the shadows and clicked the light switch on. In his hands, he carried a tray with a plate, a bowl, and a cup of what looked like water.

As you stayed silent he set the tray on the counter and looked over it contents before turning his head to you. “Good, you’re awake.” He smiled at you and grabbed the tray handles, then brought it to you and set it on your legs. “Eat.”

You stared at him like he had two heads. Though speaking was the last thing on your mind, there was no way you would be able to eat without using your hands. So, you shook them and rattled the metal. Thankfully your attacker caught on and raised his brows, laughing at his own stupidity.

“How forgetful of me,” he chuckled, running a gloved hand through his messy black hair. “I forgot about your cuffs. Well, no matter, I’ll just feed you myself.”

“No,” You said on impulse, looking up at him. You did not want his hands anywhere near you, even if it meant getting food. He squinted.

“No?”

You swallowed thickly and exhaled sharply, backing down. “I-I mean… Please, just… Let me save you the trouble and f-feed myself. I won’t do anything.”

The man laughed again and sighed, looking at you with that dangerous expression again. “What’s your name?”

“___.”

“Well, ___, it’s no trouble for me.” He said, grinning. Your defeated breath was signal enough for him to start picking at the food in front of you, which consisted of two small halves of what looked to be a turkey sandwich, a small bowl of soup, and a glass of water. He picked up one half of the sandwich and held it to your lips, and, after a moment of hesitation you did lean forward and take a bite.

“That’s a good girl,” He sang and it made your stomach drop. Still though, you swallowed and took another bite of the food he had prepared for you. It would be a long meal.

The bowl clattered against the tray as it was set back down, your attacker satisfied and standing up from you as he moved to place it back on the counter. You, on the other hand felt like shit, leaning your head back against the wall and no longer hungry but definitely nauseous. He had hand fed you like a dog and you took every last bite and sip of water he offered. Some survivor you’d be if you ever got out.

The man leaned against the counter again, staring at you. This time, however, you met his gaze and watched with knit brows. He sighed a laugh and turned back to the tray, and you heard the sound of running water from what you could only guess was a sink.

“You know,” He started, setting the plate and bowl into the sink. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I saw you last night and had full intention of taking you here, killing you like the rest of em, but I just… Couldn’t.” He began to clean the plate. “Even now, up close, there’s just something… About you. I can’t put my finger on it but the minute you looked at me, half out of it when I saw you yesterday… You really captured me, ___.” He smiled into his own words. “___. A beautiful name. Fitting for you, y’know?”

“Why are you telling me this?” You whispered, barely audible. He still heard though, and sighed meaningfully, and turned to you again.

“Because, dear ___,” He began, his smile still apparent but much more… Empathetic. “You need to understand why I’m doing this.”

“Please just,” your voice wavered. “Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone anything.”

He slammed a fist down on the counter and you jumped, staring up at him like a frightened animal. He was tensing, eyes shut and two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“No, no, no. Don’t start with all that.”

“Please, I-”

“No!”

You shut up in a second, biting at your lip and hanging our head. Another meaningful, heavy, exhale.

“I’m sorry, ___. I can’t let you go.” He moved from the counter, stopping in front of you. Once again his fingers found their way to your chin, and he gently moved your head so you could look at him dead on. He brushed some of your hair from your face, sickeningly gentle. “You bring out a side of me that I didn’t know I had. Don’t make me hurt you, ___. I can’t stand the thought of you hating me.”

You couldn’t stop the tears from bubbling out of you, shoulders shaking. He gave you a second, sparing you a moment and even looking away for your sake before turning back to you and actually wiping your tears away. Despite the soft caresses, he felt like nails against your skin. "Don’t cry, ___. I’ll take care of you. You’ll learn to love me, you will.” You shook your head and cried some more when he stood up and looked down at your state. Without looking up at him as he left, you heard him stop at the archway that began at the bottom of the stairs. “Get some rest, ___. I have so many plans for us.”

The light clicked off, and like before you were left to sob in the darkness.

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